"Here we are, my love." The bright green sports car skidded to a halt outside the plush Pacific Heights apartment and its driver switched off the ignition. He turned in his seat and gave the girl in the passenger seat a warm smile. "Out we go," he said, and opened the car door. The young blonde girl, who looked barely twenty, smiled weakly as she hopped out of the car. Her tight fitting black leather mini-skirt gave the passersby a brief but generous glimpse of her tanned, unstockinged thighs as she swung her legs out of the low slung seat.
The man with her walked around the car and opened the passenger door. His eyes stared approvingly at the girl's exposed leg flesh as she scrambled awkwardly onto the pavement.
"They're a bastard to get out of, aren't they?" he smiled cheerfully. The girl flushed slightly and nodded, feeling uncomfortable as she had realized how much of herself had been revealed to the man's probing eyes.
"Come on." He took the girl's arm and led her up the short flight of steps to the front door. "I really do appreciate this, Mr. Jarvis," she told him. "Honestly, I'm sure I'd never have gotten the part if it hadn't have been for you."
The two of them walked into the flat. "Gosh, this is fantastic!" the girl exclaimed. She let her eyes wander around the enormous room, taking in the luxury and the sheer wealth which surrounded her. She spun on her toes, throwing her arms wide, "It's just beautiful, I've never seen anything like it!"
The man flickered a brief smile at the girl's wonderment. "It may be expensive, but I call it home," he answered as he pressed a button which was set into the wail. A cabinet swung open and revealed a row of bottles and glasses. "What will you have?" he asked.
The girl walked to his side, feeling her feet sink into the deep pile carpet. "Vodka and tonic, gin, scotch?" he asked. Before she could answer, he filled two glasses over half full of vodka, added just a dash of tonic, and handed one to her. "I don't believe in diluting any of my experiences," he added, as he swallowed a third of his drink, and steered the girl to a very low couch which occupied over half of one wall of the apartment.
"Mr. Jarvis," the girl broke in. "I can't tell you ..."
"Oh, darling," he broke in, "you can't possibly call me Mr. Jarvis. It's so formal. It puts up all sorts of barriers between us, and I don't want there to be any barriers! I'm Robert, all right?"
"Well thanks, Robert!" She sipped at her drink to cover her confusion. Things were moving much too fast, at least for her, she thought.
Only this morning she'd been a nobody, auditioning for a part in Robert Jarvis's new play, and now here she was; talking with the great actor on first name terms. It had been the star himself who'd first insisted that she, Carolyn White, an unknown, be given the important, but small part of his sister in his next New York production. What an argument there had been! Right in front of her, Robert had stormed all over the stage, threatening to withdraw from the play himself if the producer and backers didn't allow her to have the part. He'd insisted upon it, told them the girl possessed great talent, argued with them until they had been forced to give in.
She had gone to the audition hoping for the even smaller part of the maid. While she was on stage, running through the tiny scenes in which this character appeared, Robert had suddenly stood up from his seat in the front row and shouted that this was the girl who should play the sister!
After that moment, everything that happened had the disconnected unreality of a dream. She had read the new part with Robert himself and had been given every possible encouragement by the star and then invited back for a drink. Carolyn knew that such discoveries were occasionally made in the theatre, but for it to have happened to her! She felt as if a giant hand had suddenly plucked her up from out of nowhere and given her a terrific push in the direction of stardom. The fates must have been with her. The casting was supposed to have been done in New York, but only because of weather conditions and the scheduling of the airlines had they decided to cast in California.
"Ready for another?" Robert's voice, very close to her, interrupted the flow of her thoughts. She looked at her glass, startled. It was empty!
"Oh, please!" she said, not wanting to appear unsophisticated. He took her glass away and quickly refilled it. When he'd replaced it in her hand, he casually slid his arm around the back of the couch, his fingers restling lightly on the girl's shoulders.
"I hope we're going to be very good friends, Carolyn," he told her. "It's seldom that one sees talent like yours. You have a remarkable stage presence, darling, I saw it immediately! As soon as you appeared I knew, I absolutely knew that you were the only one who could play that part."
She drank some more of the vodka and said, "I'm so grateful to you, Robert. None of the others seemed to want me. If you hadn't spoken up, I'd never have gotten a chance like this!"
Robert squeezed her shoulder. "Those fools don't know talent when it's staring them in the face," he said. "You could go a very long way with me behind you. You know that don't you, Carolyn?"
She put her glass on the table in front of them and unconsciously clasped his hand warmly. "Oh, I do realize that, believe me, I do!" She went to withdraw her hand, but his hand closed tightly around hers, while his arm pressed into her shoulder and drew her nearer to him.
Carolyn had heard "stories" that Robert Jar-vis had a reputation not only as a lecherous man, but also, that he delighted in "rather strange things." However, here she was, it was her big chance and nothing, not even gossip was going to take it away. She had been on her own for six months now, had lived in the big city and she was sure that she could handle anything that came along. Besides, Robert Jarvis was not only well known, he was rich and terribly attractive, in a manly sort of way. Well, she rationalized, not really handsome, but at least he could help her, and she didn't care about looks that much anyway. He was rugged, strongly built, even though his features were rather rough.
"I mean it," he continued, beginning to stroke her hand. His fingers were resting on her bare thigh, her mini-skirt having ridden up almost to her hips when she sat down.
"I have all the connections, all the influence. I can help you a great deal, a very great deal," he added meaningfully.
"I'm sure you can," she replied, beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable. Maybe it was the vodka she thought. He certainly made generous drinks. Again, she attempted to disengage her hand from his.
Instead of permitting this, he pressed her fingers even more firmly into the soft bare flesh. "Do you like these short skirts?" she asked nervously, trying to change the subject.
"Why yes, I do," he replied, "they give you so much freedom."
"Yes, you can move about much easier in them," she replied.
Robert smiled at her. "Silly!" he laughed, "I didn't mean that they gave the wearer freedom, I meant they give me so much freedom, freedom to do as I like!"
Carolyn swallowed. "I see what you mean," she answered, blushing slightly. She could see Robert's eyes staring at the slightly parted upper part of her leg as his hand began to move slowly up the inside of her thigh and underneath the brief leather skirt.
She could feel her body beginning to tremble and a strange dizziness was stealing through her head. Robert's other hand pressed firmly into her shoulder beginning a coaxing, kneading caress.
"What's the matter, darling," he whispered softly. "Don't tell me you're shy! That would never do for a budding young star. He pressed strongly into the back of her hand, making her fingers sink hard into her own exposed white flesh. Slowly he bent towards her face and she could feel the sweet, expensive after-shave he was wearing surround her. She twisted her head away as his mouth began searching determinedly for her lips.
"It's not that I don't like you," she stammered in apology for the move, and she could feel her body begin to shudder half out of nervousness and half out of fear. "It's just that I have never done anything like this before. She licked her hps, they were suddenly very dry and parched.
So this was the reason he had shown an interest in her!
She felt a deep sigh welling up in her, she should have realized that something like this was going to happen to her! But who would have thought that this famous actor, who had been praised and publicized for the realism and passion of his love scenes, and had been linked with many of the great actresses, got his kicks from seducing young girls. Maybe all the weird stories I have heard are really true, she thought, and once more, tried to release herself from his firm, insisting grip.
She forced herself to look him directly in the eye. "Please, Mr. Jarvis, I am sorry that you misunderstood, but I just can't."
"I'm afraid it's a bit too late for regrets, my dear," he breathed into her cheek, his face suddenly turning from friendliness into an unmistakable mask of passion. The drinks were beginning to affect her, she felt dizzy and helpless. She could feel his hand moving up underneath her skirt and his fingers slowly work their way beneath the tight elastic leg band of her soft silk panties.
Oh, no, she thought, this can't be happening. "Please don't touch me there," she whimpered, realizing even as she said it that it was hopeless to plead with him.
Then he spoke. "I'm not averse to tying you down if you force me to, so you may as well resign yourself to the fact that we are going to have a little party!" His voice was cruel and unfeeling, completely void of humanity and she knew he meant the sudden unexpected threat.
He's going to rape me! He's going to rape me! Oh God, no! Why did I ever think that he would try to help me for nothing.
His hands were now pulling at the buttons of her sweater lifting it up over her brassiere and with one final jerk, pulled the soft wool away from her body. His eyes grew misty with lust as he stared at her soft white breasts which showed in two firm, white mounds just above her brassiere. Quickly he ripped the straps and cups of the brassiere away from her body, leaving her completely naked from the waist up. He dropped his head and closed his mouth hungrily one at a time over the pink buds of her full ripe breasts and sucked at them roughly. She struggled viciously, trying to force his mouth away from her body, but his other hand had her pinned to the couch. His fingers found the opening of her vagina under the crotch band of her panties and she cringed, trying to force her body away from him. But the fingers insisted and slipped wetly inside her, filling her with a sudden dread and shame.
"Nice tight little pussy," he whispered huskily. "You're going to be good, baby."
Half-nakedly she resumed her struggle with a sudden burst of panic, but the drinks had made her reactions dull and worthless and she floated into a state of semi-consciousness as she felt his hand strike cruelly at her face.
"You bitch," he shouted. "All you starlets think that all you have to do is wiggle your ass and have big tits and you'll become famous. Well I'll show you what you have to do ... and I'm going to make you love it!"
He could feel the tensing in his loins becoming stronger. The sight of this helpless, virginal girl completely at his mercy incited him to a greater lust. I'll fuck the living daylights out of this proud little bitch, he thought to himself as he felt his penis pushing and throbbing against the confinement of his pants. She'll know she's been had.
She lay immobile, completely at his bidding, defenseless in her terror. Quickly he stripped his clothing off and threw them in a pile on the floor. His penis was completely erect now, throbbing and jerking up against his stomach. She opened her eyes slightly, viewing the massive staff that was about to impale her young virginal body.
"God," she thought, "it will never fit, he's too big. He'll kill me with it, He'll kill me!"
His groin twitched with desire and his penis tingled. He ran his hands over the tormented flesh which, unwilling, but helpless, was at his mercy. He tore her legs apart, revealing the tiny pink slit of her vagina buried wetly beneath the soft, silky pubic hair between her thighs.
Again, she started to cry, as much with rage as with fear. The strength used against her was too much for her to resist. She felt like a lifeless stuffed doll in the hands of a strong and cruel child, even though she continued to struggle and swing her hips in a hopeless effort to escape.
He lowered his body onto the couch, completely covering her with his massive chest and loins until she found it difficult to breathe. His breath was coming fast as he ran his hands roughly over her supple, helpless breasts, pinching the nipples into involuntary erectness. His fingers traced a line down her body and forced themselves between her trembling legs. Without mercy, he thrust two fingers into the dry unwanting vagina, and she screamed out for him to please stop.
Not heeding her plea for mercy, he began to work his fingers rapidly in the tight constricting hole, scraping the sides of the vaginal walls with his fingernails. His thumb found the hard button of her clitoris and began to manipulate it furiously until it stood erect and aching. She tried to avoid his hateful touch, but he had her pinioned with his weight and she couldn't move.
She tried to tense her buttocks and hold her supple, white cheeks together in an effort to thwart this intrusion, but she couldn't stop the pressure of his hand and she felt naked, obscenely, horribly naked.
He muttered obscenities at her as his cruel passion mounted and his breath came more rapidly. His fingers played insistently inside her raw opening, scratching, prying, prodding with sadistic lust.
He could feel an involuntary contraction of her vaginal muscles as they contracted around his digits and he began to work his fingers in and out with each thrust becoming deeper and wider as he continued this rampant finger-fucking.
Slowly she began to lubricate and the unwanted intrusion became less painful and the pressure lessened as her love juices started to flow more and more freely.
No longer satisfied that this was humiliating enough, he let his hand slip from the moist cavity of her vagina and she could feel him begin to explore the tight skin of her anus. With a little painful shock, she felt one of them enter her and go in up to the first knuckle. Mechanically she closed her buttocks, gripping his finger in her posterior hole and she heard him laugh and she relaxed again, not knowing what to do, how to keep him away.
She began to pray silently, hoping against hope that he would relent in his terrible torture and rape of her body. She could feel his massive, erect penis jerking against the tight, virginal opening to her womb and she squirmed beneath him.
She felt him reach for his lust-hardened cock and try to guide it slowly and deliberately between his ringers and into the moist, pink lips of her vagina. She drew her knees up slightly trying to throw him off balance while he was engrossed with the manipulation of his own throbbing organ and she caught him sharply in the side. This renewed effort on her part startled him and he let go of his threatening stalk in order to grab her legs and force them back down onto the couch. She tried to keep her knees together, but his hips fell soundly between them and held them cruelly open.
She moaned softly as she felt his weight crash down upon her again.
"Bitch," he spit at her. "You're going to pay for that little display of temper!" i
She knew that it was useless, that she would eventually be defeated in her struggle to protect her virginity, yet she couldn't give in ... not yet, maybe there was still some hope.
Tears welled up in her eyes again and she could taste the salt as they cascaded down her cheeks and over her mouth.
She whimpered and groaned incoherently as he pressed forward again in an effort to penetrate her tight, virginal channel, but her screams of pain and humiliation were ignored.
His depraved lust was mounting and he was determined to take her, abuse her, humiliate her. Who was she to deny him his carnal pleasures? After all, he was going to make her a star. His breath was hot and rancid on her face and she tried to turn away from his lustful stare, but he gave her a flat-handed slap across the face.
"I want to look at you when I fuck you. I want to see your eyes. I want to see your horror turn to begging ... begging me not to stop, to go on fucking you!"
She could feel his testicles swinging against the inside of her thighs which were now well splayed, defenseless and vulnerable and his hands ran over her tormented flesh, which unwilling, but helpless was at his mercy. She tried to bounce up and down on the couch in order to throw him off, but realized that this would make it easier for him to penetrate her if he caught her at the right moment.
She could no longer sustain her fight against this pig of a man, and she let her body relax exhausted into the cushions of the sofa.
Once again, he had grabbed his hardened, pulsing phallus and aimed it for the tiny slit between her legs. She could feel the hot knob which stood out red and ugly from the thickened shaft as it pried recklessly, desperately at her helpless cunt.
She cried out loud as she felt the first hard, hot contact of his penis as it pushed against the virginal Hps of her cunt. He began to push slowly, deliberately into her, and the agonizing pressure began to build in her loins. He pushed harder and harder, pressing his hips forward and flexing his buttocks with all of his sadistic strength.
And suddenly ... suddenly there was a thick intrusion which felt as if a giant log were being pushed between her legs and she gasped with pain. But the intrusion grew and she felt her thighs being swept apart, the heavy weight of loins crashing against her buttocks, forcing her harder against the couch with every hot, searing jerk into her. Her vagina felt on fire and the great penis penetrating it like a hot branding iron.
Tiny screams of helpless protest broke from her lips. The soft, smooth flesh of her vaginal walls were being chafed and pared of their skin. The pain was unbearable and she felt as if her whole belly were being split open, as if someone were levering apart her thighs until tier body would split all the way up from her pelvis through a line between her naked breasts which were being squeezed and twisted with insane brutality.
There was no mercy.
The sight of her pale, agonized face seemed to act as a spur to the giant cock almost skewering into her belly. He wanted to see that proud face beneath him contorted in the painful knowledge that a man was raping her, cruelly ripping from her the treasure she had guarded so long and with such care. A great sense of unrestrained power rippled through him as he felt her moaning and squirming beneath him. It always did each time he had a young, helpless thing so completely at his command this way-and there had been many-so many that thought they could buy their way to stardom with a. mere surrender of their tender, young bodies.
Well, he would make sure she became a star all right-a star piece of tail in his little black book that was already crammed with hundreds who had come before her.
"Oooooooooooh" she cried, as he flexed his hips harder into the juncture of her legs and pelvis with a sharp, powerful movement. He lifted her legs with his hands beneath her knees pushing them back until he could feel the hot, fleshy undersides of her thighs pressing warmly up against his belly. The thin, protective membrane of her hymen throbbed bravely against the smooth fleshy head of his cock, a last line of piteous defense against his complete obsession of her body and soul.
"Ooooh! Please don't, please don't do it to me!" she whispered on beneath him, sensing somewhere deep inside her dazed mind that this was it. This was the moment she had so dreaded, had so feared and that now it had all gone too far. And ... this time ... this time there was no turning back!
He grasped and squeezed her thighs in a brutal grip that momentarily brought her out of her shocked state and made her groan again with a fresh awareness of reality. She was completely at his command now, totally in his power and he crushed down with his great weight as his throbbing cock pushed harder and harder against the cowering virginal membrane knowing with obscene satisfaction that soon it would burst and his possession and humiliation of this innocent, young bitch would be complete. But ... his desire to have her feel it, his desire to make her suffer and be totally aware that he, he Robert Jarvis, was her conqueror and master overcame his passion.
"I'm going to ram it all the way up to your throat," he grinned evilly down at her, watching her painfully contorted face turning helplessly from side to side on the cushion of the couch. His desire to torture and chide her before the final moment of sacrifice roared on; "Open your eyes and look at me," he commanded lewdly.
"Oh no, I can't, I can't," she whimpered, sensing his wish to shame her beyond all human endurance.
"Open them!" he hissed, cruelly pinching the flesh of her thighs.
"Aaaaagh!" she groaned, her eyes flickering open in abject surrender, looking up at him in renewed terror as though she were a helpless doe cornered by a pack of wild, raging dogs. There was nothing else to do but accept the horrible ripping death of innocence that awaited her. The struggle had ended long ago, the moment eons past, when she had stepped from the car in front of the house. She had made her bed then ... and now ...!
"Aaaaaaaaaagh! Ooooooooooh! Uuuuuuuugh!" she screamed at the top of her voice.
Gazing straight down into her wide bulging eyes, a lewd smile of triumph curling across his lips, Jarvis rammed his pelvis forward, crashing through the thin, viscous tissue of her hymen with a buttocks-shattering thrust as though he were slicing through warm, soft butter. His giant, pulsating cock seared deep up inside her until she grunted from the sudden shock of the hard, blood-filled head crashing like a battering ram against the wall of her cervix. She screamed again, her legs kicking out and up in a vain attempt to lessen the pressure throbbing like a log far up inside her cringing belly. But, it was useless, the helpless struggles only succeeded in imbedding him deeper between her legs. They quivered out in the air for a few long seconds of eternity and then dropped in exhausted submission to either side of his impaling body. There was no more to go and he lay up inside her like the arm and clenched fist of some inhuman giant who had struck her between the legs.
He increased the pressure of his hands on her shoulders until she began to bring herself under control. She was weeping and screaming together, her face wet with tears. He slammed his mouth down on hers once more, feeling his great erect staff expanding, inflaming, and all the pent up emotions of the seduction and fighting swirled down to his loins. Carolyn's struggles, once more, became stronger and he had to hold her more forcibly. A maelstrom of sensation was burning through his whole body. Carolyn was crying out now as if she were on the brink of hell. Her cries tumbled one after the other from lips that he'd been unable to stay with in his passion. Then as his flood of sperm trembled on that moment of sensation before it shot from his hot, palpitating organ, she gave a long choking scream and her struggle became a sudden effervescence of convulsion.
Her thighs were flung back and between them there seemed nothing but a great, gaping space leading deep up inside her body.
She choked on her scream as if she would be sick and with a last needle point of sharp pain, his sperm flooded from his wildly pulsating cock into her raw and aching cunt, ricocheting around deep inside her as though it had been fired from a pistol.
He rammed it hard into her ceaselessly until every last drop of the hot, white liquid had been drained from his penis and then he finally collapsed on top of her, her breasts pointing into his chest in an agitated subsidence.
She pulled away from him and lay with her legs pressed together, trying to stop the tiny trickle of blood that was running from between her thighs, her arm over her eyes as if she were trying to hide from her shame.
She thought, I'm going to die, I can't move, how could this have happened to me so suddenly? She looked up at Jarvis who was just beginning to breathe with some regularity now.
"Now can I go, please ..." she pleaded, the tears slowly running down her cheeks.
"Listen, baby, I've just begun your lessons." he purred down at her, "You are going to belong to me in every way. A star has to know all these things." The sinister grin on his face told her that she had not yet been finished with. What else can he possibly do, she moaned. She ached too much to be able to fight, and the very helplessness of her position drained all thoughts of any further resistance from her. Strange tingling sensations began throbbing involuntarily through her.
Once again, his hands searched over her body, sending chills through her entire being. A tremor ran through her as he put his lips on her right breast, nibbling the peak with tantalizing slowness. She felt the nipple distend as it began tortuously betraying her, and then his lips were around it and his tongue played back and forth. She writhed under him, the sensation that she felt now was not so much one of fear, but she could feel a sudden strange and unwanted desire building up in her loins.
Oh, no, she thought with sudden horror, I couldn't enjoy this animal pawing me!
He toyed with her nipples until her breasts ached and her teeth were clenched in a firm refusal to show her emotional involvement. Then he moved his mouth down her body, trailing his tongue across the sensitive nerve ends of her belly dipping it into her navel and slowly moving downward.
She arched away from his kiss, but the couch pillows were too soft to provide any significant distance between them. His avid searching tongue followed her no matter where she moved.
Then his mouth was nibbling its way through the soft, blond pubic hair between her legs, and his tongue found the tiny open slit of her vagina. Her ankles were too far apart to give her knees the freedom they had to have if she were to try to close her thighs around him and push him off. Little moaning sounds slipped past his busy lips as they worked and sucked at the pink, moist opening between her legs. She finally could hold back her tension no longer and a loud explosive gasp escaped her throat just as he found her tightening clitoral bud with his wet searching tongue.
She couldn't control her thoughts anymore than she could control the tiny uncontrolled writhing of her hips and the shuddering tremors that ran through her body. Oh God, those lips and tongue are driving me out of my mind!
She was trembling in every part of her body, and in spite of her revulsion knew she was reaching her pinnacle of passion. The memory came back to haunt her, like the vision of guilt that was buried deep in her mind, and she realized that she was not supposed to be reacting this way, but she could no longer control her passions! She felt her last moral barrier crumble as the wet licking and sucking between her wide-stretched thighs increased in intensity, she moaned helplessly at him, "Don't stop, agggg-gggghhhh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, NOW!!!"
Slowly her body began to relax and when she opened her eyes, she saw Jarvis standing over her, his penis was protruding rigidly out from his belly, and once again, a fear crept through her.
What is he going to do now! she groaned silently to herself. What is there left to do!
"Hold that," he said tensely after a second.
He took her hand and moved it over onto his pulsing organ. Her fingers encountered the throbbing upstanding rod, wet with lubricant from his passion and from her own secretions from the first time he had fucked her.
She held it limply for a moment pausing as if to collect her thoughts and then began to stroke and caress it mechanically. She felt now almost in a state of shock. Had all her senses deserted her? Was it really happening all over again?
His hands came back onto the flushed mounds of her breasts. He stroked them tenderly at first so that the pores of the soft white skin seemed to open to his ringer, then more roughly as he began to push his loins in time with her caressing hand. He bent down and kissed her again, hard and we try, then buried his face in her breasts, sucking at them cruelly. He hurt her slightly, but she gritted her teeth and bore the pain. It was beginning to unsettle her again, and she felt her buttocks moving on the couch, and the strange new heat growing between her thighs.
"Roll over on your stomach," he ordered.
She obeyed automatically, knowing that to resist would be futile. Then suddenly she felt the prodding of his fingers curling down over her naked buttocks and between her legs. She winced and strained at a sudden abrupt intrusion into her raw cuntal opening, but this time it didn't hurt very much. In fact, it was rather pleasant, but this wasn't to last very long.
Slowly he withdrew his fingers from the moist-slit of her vagina and moved his hands up over the rounded orbs of her bottom, searching for the still virginal opening of her rectum. His fingers prodded softly at first, then became more insistent with his mounting passion. His breath was coming very quickly now and suddenly without warning he thrust one finger deep into the tiny tightly clenched orifice, stretching the tight elastic ring almost to the bursting point. The pressure and pain hurt her enormously and she tried to twist away. But he came after her, pinning her down with one hand in the small of her back. His finger stayed in her rectum, quiet for a time, and then it began to intrude and move, probing and scraping the walls of the tight resisting hole.
She wiggled once more, trying to rid herself of this undignified and degrading impalement. Her efforts were useless and his finger began to move harder and harder within her as his lust mounted.
Oh God, she thought in her torment, I've got to relax, it's the only way to ease the pressure!
She could feel him deliberately stretching her rectum, and it hurt quite a bit every time he made a sharp, sudden movement of his finger, yet he persisted, hurting and punishing the tiny opening until she thought she would pass out from the pain.
She could feel his erect penis jerking against her thighs, throbbing and pushing insistently against the warm flesh, and she tried to concentrate on this rather than the pain he was inflicting.
"Lord, he's huge," she thought. "I wonder what he will do next?" The thoughts had no sooner crossed her mind when she felt him slip his finger out of her. It seemed to come out reluctantly, the elastic skin of the rectum clinging to it as though it didn't want to let go. She shivered in anticipation and dread. Then she felt his hot body come down on her back and stretch out along its length. His penis was pulsing violently now and she could feel the massive staff jerking against the soft rounded moons of her buttocks.
"He's going to fuck me again, oh god!" Her vagina was still raw and bleeding from the last lustful intrusion, but in spite of herself, she could feel a tensing between her legs. In fact she felt subjugated in a way that strangely appealed in some unexpected and mysterious manner.
He rubbed his pulsating prick down the crevice of her squirming buttocks and against the tiny, pink slit between her legs, teasing her into a frenzy of quick backward hip movements. She was trying to force his entry into her now well lubricated vagina, but he denied her this pleasure.
Instead, he kept his stiff slightly throbbing member rubbing teasingly against her vaginal lips and over her clitoris, but not quite entering her to give her fulfillment. She moaned softly her passion building within her body, between her legs and through her belly.
"Why doesn't he do it!" her mind screamed.
Finally, unable to control her lust any more, she shouted, "Fuck me, for god's sake, fuck me now!"
He chuckled sadistically, as he heard her final surrender and began to move his great, erect rod to the slit of her vagina. He pushed slightly, just enough so the head of his penis was in her. She tried to push back onto him, writhing in passion, but before she could maneuver, he withdrew, leaving her empty again.
Her body was shaking in anticipation.
"Get inside me" she cried. "Fuck me, fuck me now, please ...!"
Once again he began to move his maleness toward her waiting and aching orifice, pushing forward slowly, teasing her into uncontrollable passion. She felt his jerking rod against her vagina once more and began to push back on it to take it fully into her, only to be thwarted again, by his pulling away.
"I told you you would love it, beg for it, beg hard!" he whispered throatily.
"Yes, yes," she almost shouted, all thoughts of the humiliation and degradation gone, "Just give it to me. I can't stand it, I can't stand it!"
She couldn't believe the vile, obscene words that were rolling desperately from her mouth, but nothing else seemed to matter now, except that he fuck her, fill her with his giant phallus, make her cum, make her scream to cum!
But he had other games in mind. He had not yet satisfied his desire to have her every way possible! -
"Kneel up," he commanded. "I want it in your ass."
"Oh, no," she whispered. "I can't do it! I can't do it! Just fuck me, please, fuck me!"
He ignored her plea, and she felt his hands close on the tops of her thighs, forcing her onto her knees. One hand went away and pushed her arms between her legs so that she could reach the loose hanging testicles between his legs. She held them for a moment and stroked them tenderly trying to convince him to fuck her in a normal manner. Her loins were aching with desire.
Oh god, she had to have it!
She could feel his penis throbbing against the tight elastic hole in her buttocks, and she tensed involuntarily.
"Grab me, put it in for me," he said.
Realizing that he was determined to abuse her in this way, she desperately took hold of his penis and began rubbing up and down, hoping she could make him cum before he impaled her rectum with the thick, massive rod.
It was enormous. Much bigger than even two of his fingers. She strained outward and tried to place his instrument at the opening of her vagina. He jerked back and she felt the blunt staff prodding and working at her tight anal opening, y It was going to be much too big, much too big!
Then the tip of his throbbing penis found the opening of the tight puckered aperture and was worming its way into the unwilling orifice and suddenly she felt as if a giant python were trying to burst into her body.
She pulled away, but he held her tight and persisted.
"Oh, no, no! It hurts," she cried.
Again he ignored her pleas and held her now in a tight bear hug and just pushed and pushed without the slightest thought of mercy.
"It's too big! You'll split me, you'll split me!" she screamed.
But she couldn't escape from him. His thighs pressed her thighs forward, the strength of his hands held her hips back at his. She was helpless, totally helpless.
"Push back!" he yelled, his breath wracked with lust.
She could hardly think. There was nothing but pain and more pain, but she obeyed his command and pushed back, opening and relaxing the flaccid cheeks of her buttocks. Her face contorted, her Hps bared back over the whiteness of her teeth as relentlessly, like a rod of steel, his penis surged inch by inch into her rectum, solid and painful. But it was better now because there was something inside of her, something rilling her as she had never dreamed she could be filled.
"Aaaaagggghhhhhh, oh, oh, oh!" she gasped.
It was like having her rectum filled with solid air, like a balloon that would collapse if it were removed.
Now gasping and crooning with delight behind her he began to saw in and out of her, without the slightest mercy, deep into the soft confines of her tight, constricted back passage.
Gradually the pain eased a little, though it was still a mixture of half-pain and stimulation. She felt strangely wet between her buttocks and also strangely ashamed. She had never expected in her entire life to allow herself to be sodomised and there seemed something indecent about it, something degrading. But every time these thoughts crept into her head, they were hurled right out again by a skin-splitting thrust whch jolted her forward and made her squirm back onto the erect rod which was delivering the ultimate punishment She began to feel a masochistic joy. The pain became weird and strangely pleasurable, and she began to move involuntarily backwards to meet the forward thrust of his loins. She began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in tiny rotating circles. Her excitement began to grow like a narcotic through the pain and humiliating rape of her rectum and she reached under her and gently scratched his swinging balls, her face turning sideways so that he could see the effect he was having on her.
Oh god, what have I become! What have I become! she moaned through her rising passion.
Kneeling above her, Jarvis watched the reddish skin of the little round hole draw back with his penis, clutching it as if it didn't want to lose him. At first the pressure on his pulsing staff had been almost too much to bear, but now it was just tight and exhilarating.
He watched his white, throbbing penis disappear all the way up into her with everv hard, buttock shattering stroke. It went right in so that more of it showed and then it moved about in that tight, resistant passage with the head straining out as if it were going to explode inside her.
His loins ached with a hundred hot sparks every time he surged into her, and she herself was moaning and adding to his pleasure by the movement of her bottom and the hollowing of her back. He watched her face as her lips drew back from her teeth. Her beautiful goddess-like face was flushed crimson, and her shoulders shook in time with the spasmodic opening and closing of her full mouth. Her long, blonde hair fell over her face as she squirmed. She was completely his-a slave submitting to him. He could do with her anything he liked, and he did, digging his pulsating penis into her rectum and leaving it there, hearing her groan while he rotated his loins and moved his huge pulsating cock gently around in her passage like a rigid, probing snake.
"Aaagghh, yes! Go on, deeper, harder!" she breathed.
He began to fuck rapidly into her wide-stretched rectum, hard and fast, battering her quivering buttocks with his hips. He gripped her waist hard with his fingers, squeezing the tensing flesh. His mouth opened, his breath whirled out in long, broken gasps, panting and completely caught up in his lust.
He stared at her slender body as he spread the thighs wider and pulled the buttocks apart even more with his hands. He wanted to skewer her like a carcase, split her wide open. His penis was huge and heavy, loaded with weight as if it had ripened in the last seconds.
"Oh my god!" he groaned. "My god!"
He touched her buttocks with his fingers, feeling the heat of friction where his penis plundered in. She was murmuring incoherently and turning her face from side to side on the cushions of the couch. He pulled her back onto his throbbing rod, full of intensity and passion.
He gasped, choked out her name and gasped again, gave a last spine chilling ramrod thrust and shattered his sperm in wave after wave into the depths of her behind. It seemed as if he had never cum before, had never been emptied. He groaned, almost crying with excruciating delight.
She lifted her buttocks further off the couch and clenched her asshole tight around the powerful stalk that had impaled her. She wouldn't release his penis right away, keeping it securely fastened in her bottom with a tense locking of her muscles.
Only when his rod began to lose its stiff potency did she permit it to escape her.
He pulled himself up, still panting and trying to catch his breath.
"God, you're a good fuck. We're going to get along just fine!" he murmured.
Carolyn let her legs stretch out full length on the couch, rolled over and whispered, "Yes, yes, I guess we will." Visions of stardom fluttering through her mind and drowning out the ache in her anus that felt stretched and lewdly wet from the cruel and inhuman sodomy she had just experienced.
Chapter 2
Carolyn White lay back in her bed, enjoying the view that her San Francisco Russian Hill apartment afforded her. She stretched lazily, savoring the feel of the clean, fresh sheets against her naked body. Slowly she ran her hands over the full rounded mounds of her breasts, holding them for just a moment and then letting her hands slide down over the smooth curves of her hips and down over her thighs.
"What a glorious day!" she said out loud, throwing the covers back and quickly jumping out of bed.
She walked to the full length mirror on the closet door and admired the voluptuous curve of her body. The initial horror of her encounter with Robert Jarvis was now completely eradicated from her mind. So she wasn't a virgin anymore-not in any of her orifices, but it didn't matter. He was going to help her.
She turned around in front of the mirror in order to admire her entire body.
"Well, this body may be worth a million dollars, and I intend to use it for everything it's worth! She whispered determinedly to herself as she continued to stare in the mirror.
Tonight is the party, THE PARTY! Tonight is the night I am going to meet anyone who is anyone in the theatre business and I don't care if I have to screw myself silly, I am going to make it, and make it big!!
Robert Jarvis had invited her to a get together with his special friends, and told her that this would be her big chance to really get to know the very important people. She wasn't going to let anything stand in her way, not now when it appeared she might be so close to the success she had always dreamed of having.
She walked to the bathroom and prepared for a leisurely bath and a day of relaxation before the big evening. She had to look best, her sexiest and most inviting, because if Robert Jarvis's friends were anything like himself she was in for an interesting evening.
At seven o'clock prompt, she rang the bell of Jarvis's apartment. The room was already alive with the music that blared from the stereo system. It was crowded to near capacity, split up into groups which were constantly losing some people and gaining others as one flow of conversation bored a few members and they drifted away. Others attracted by the topic would detach themselves from one set and join the new one. Smoke hung in thick grey clouds over the scene, champagne buckets were being continually replenished. But above everything else, the stereo system alone held unchallenged weight. It was impossible to drown out the ear-shattering discs that poured non stop from speakers all around the room.
Robert Jarvis moved rapidly among his guests, scattering witty remarks like confetti. He was in his element, the reigning king of all he surveyed. He was on stage and playing the part to the nth degree. The party had already been in full swing for more than three hours and everyone was pleasantly high, mixing well and shedding what few inhibitions they possessed.
Carolyn had been over-awed at first by the big star names, but their complete informality and her own innate sense of poise and self confidence soon relaxed her. She was chatting with the lead singer of an internationally known folk group, feeling as though she'd always rubbed elbows with celebrities. Everyone was so friendly to her and she realized that once you were accepted by one member of the fraternity, all the others were quick to welcome you to the fold. And, being a "Friend" of Robert Jarvis, especially one as pretty as she, she was certain of a place in their circle.
Carolyn was wearing a cocktail dress which left her lovely, white shoulders bare and revealed a generous amount of deep, inviting cleavage. She had noticed more than one man and woman looking intently down the front of her dress while they were talking, and she was feeling a bit put out that the singer didn't seem to be paying any attention to her almost bare breasts.
"Darling, what do you think you're doing ..." she heard him say in an irritating falsetto to some woman who had grabbed his arm and she raised her eyebrows as he looked over his shoulder and shrugged helplessly at her. Then he was borne away into the crowd, swallowed up by the sea of jostling bodies.
She made her way to Robert's side, feeling hands grope briefly at her bottom as she squeezed her way through the crush. Once, a hand audaciously roved up her dress and gave one pantie covered cheek a good, firm pinch.
And what did that matter? she thought to herself. She looked around quickly to see who had done it, but it was impossible to tell who had made this overt gesture in the crowded room.
She was feeling particularly free and easy after several glasses of the potent punch which Jarvis had prepared. Soon she reached Jarvis' side and squirmed her way into the close circle of people who were listening to him as he held court.
"... I felt so sorry for the poor little thing after I sent her packing. But really! I'm not a charity for struggling starlets, you know!" She winced, hoping that this comment would not apply to her before she could use every contact that he had to offer her.
"No, darling." The husky voice came from a well known, well loved actress of the fifties who hadn't had a decent part for ten years. Television, however, and a long ranning serial kept her in the public eye, and evidently in the mink's eye too! "No one could ever accuse you of being that! A friend in need, perhaps, but certainly not a charity!"
He gave her a condescending smile which beamed pure venom in the woman's face.
"Darling," he said. "You must be awfully hot in that mink wrap. Why don't you take it outside and give the fleas a chance to breathe?"
The woman glared at him, but said nothing. Jarvis turned to Carolyn, "Sweetie! Do you know everyone?" He quickly introduced them reeling off the names so rapidly so that she couldn't possibly remember them. "And this," he finished, gesturing politely toward the woman who'd interrupted his soliloquy. "This is Edith Williams. I'm sure you remember her, don't you darling? Or were you in diapers then?"
The aging actress turned angrily away from the group and headed for the punch bowl. Robert laughed gaily. "She's such an old bitch," he announced to no one in particular. "But it is nice to have someone to cross swords with! Excuse me a minute, will you?"
He grasped Carolyn's hand and led the girl away.
Together they slipped into a bedroom off the hallway. He closed the door and sucked in a deep breath of comparatively fresh air.
"Whew!" he gasped. "It's only when you leave the room that you realize how stuffy it is. Listen, darling," he murmured, bringing her close to him and whispering in her ear, "I brought you in here because I want to tell you about a special treat I've got planned for later on. Also, I need a few of these...."
He released his hold on her shoulders and walked to the bedside table and took out a large box of pills. He gulped down three with a glass of water. "Feel better already!" he announced.
Carolyn walked to the bedside. "What are they," she asked.
"Happy pills, bennies, darling. I always take at least seven during a party like this. How else do you think I keep going?" He winked at her, and kissed her cheek lightly. "Go on, take them, they won't hurt you. They'll make you feel even livelier and you won't want to sleep for hours and hours. And this party is going to last till dawn, believe me!"
Carolyn put the tablets in her mouth, obediently swallowing them and washing them down with water.
"They'll start to work in ten minutes," he told her, "and then you'll hit the ceiling!" He looked at her proudly, moved closer to her and put his arms lovingly around her waist, hugging her tightly to him.
"You're so sophisticated, you move among these people as if you'd known them all your life! And that takes some doing, believe me!"
He gave Carolyn a firm kiss on the mouth, stroking up and down the girl's bare back. When they broke for air, he whispered, "Let me tell you about the surprise I mentioned.... Have you ever seen two girls wrestling together?" She shook her head in surprise at the question.
"I thought not. Well this isn't going to be any ordinary wrestling match. They'll both start off fully dressed ..."
His voice dropped to a confidential whisper and he told her exactly what the two girls would do to each other. By the time he'd finished talking the benzedrine tablets were taking effect. Carolyn could feel herself getting higher and higher, her head suddenly cleared of the thickness caused by the smoke and the drink. She felt marvelous, lovely surges of euphoria lifted her up to fantastic heights of confidence and well-being.
"Wow," she said. "These are really something, aren't they?"
"You bet they are," he said. "Listen, darling. The little exhibition won't start til around one A M. Only a few selected people are staying to watch it, and then there's going to be a free-forall! You know, real Roman style orgy! If you don't want to join in, you ..."
"Oh, Robert." She gave him a rueful, admonishing look. "You know very well I wouldn't want to miss it for the world! Of course I want to join in!"
She wondered just exactly how far this little orgy would go, but she felt so high from the pills that it didn't really matter. This could be very interesting and fun. Besides, she thought, what do I have to lose now?
"Hey, what did you learn in your home town anyway, or is it just that I've wakened a sleeping tiger? Seems to me you might be more depraved than all the rest of us put together!"
He laughed and kissed her on the lips again.
"But I really had better get back to my guests, darling. The most frightful rumors have probably begun to circulate!" He gave her a possessive pat on her soft, rounded buttocks and steered her back to the party.
Robert threaded his way through the milling, gossiping people, Carolyn holding firmly onto his arm, until he found the group which he particularly wanted the girl to meet. They were five fabulously rich men and women. All evening they'd kept somewhat aloof from the rest of the party, content to enjoy their own company and observe the others from a distance, but they welcomed Carolyn and Robert into their exclusive midst with open arms.
"A wonderful party, Robert darling," a tall, statuesque brunette who shimmered with sparkling jewelry said. "You really do know everyone who is anyone, don't you?" Robert inclined his head, graciously acknowledging the compliment. "I mean you've got absolutely everybody here-actors, writers, artists, even that terribly fashionable pop-artist. Are there any other surprises you have up your sleeve for later on?"
He smiled mysteriously. "I think I have a little entertainment that will amuse you, Greta," he replied. The woman looked intrigued and seemed about to pump Robert for more information.
"No, no," he whispered. "When all the others have gone home you'll find out what it is ... until then," he put his finger to his lips secretively.
One of the men had been studying Carolyn closely during this exchange. He now leaned forward and spoke to her. She could smell his expensive cologne as it wafted irresistably up her nostrils. He was about 35, slightly graying, and very handsome in a Satanic sort of way.
"So you're Roberts new find," he said. His voice was soft and Carolyn fancied she could detect a kind of silky menace in it. He shook hands with her and she felt his finger crook and the fingernail scratched lightly into her palm. The unexpected, suggestive act sent a delicious shiver down her spine.
"My name is Bryce, I work in motion pictures."
"Work!" Robert broke into an almost uncontrollable laugh.
"Oh come on Bryce, you're far too modest." He put his arm around Carolyn's waist. "Actually, my love, he owns two of the biggest film studios on the West coast. He's responsible for nearly half the movies that are produced." He lowered his voice. "Quite apart from his more specialized productions which only very select audiences get to see."
Bryce waved his hands in mock protest. "I'm ashamed of you, Robert. Carolyn will get the wrong impression of me. As a matter of fact, my dear," he continued, still holding Carolyn's hand. "I'd like very much to give you an audition. We're casting a big new movie in a few days...."
"Be careful, darling," Robert warned. "Make sure it's not one of his private art films he wants you for!"
"Well taken, Robert!" Bryce exclaimed. He gave Carolyn's hand another firm, meaningful squeeze. "Here's my card, give me a call tomorrow. I'm sure you'll come through the audition with flying colors!"
God, Carolyn thought, I don't care what kind of a film it is. If a man this influential wants to give me a part, any part, I'll take it!
They all talked a little while longer, then Robert made his apologies, saying that he had to mix with the rest of the guests. He moved away from the tight little clique, taking Carolyn with him.
"Take a tip from me, darling, don't get involved with Bryce. He's a very powerful but a very perverted man. I think the bennies are making you a bit too bold."
It was true that the pills had given her a tremendous boost. She was floating on air, feeling there was nothing she couldn't do, but she was beginning to resent the way Robert kept warning her to be careful. After all, he didn't have any room to talk. He was the one who had first seduced her, and introduced her to this "more sophisticated" way of life.
As the evening progressed she found that the benzedrine tablets seemed to counteract the effects of the alcohol she consumed. She was in a constant state of exhilarated intoxication, talking animatedly to one celebrity after another, having the time of her life.
She danced nonstop for hour after hour to the pulsing, thudding beat of music, previously untapped sources of nervous energy urging her on. All sense of time had long ago vanished, she was going to stay in this mood for ever and ever. The glittering, glamorous night was never going to end.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Robert stood in the center of the room, the lights were dimmed to a quiet, relaxing glow. All his guests apart from the five with "special privileges" had departed a quarter of an hour ago and the room had been swiftly cleared and cleaned by three maids. Grouped around him in armchairs, leaving a large, spacious area in the middle of the room, Carolyn, Bryce, Greta and the others waited expectantly for the late-night entertainment they'd been promised.
"I am very pleased to present to you," he continued, "Two of the most voluptuous, uninhibited girl wrestlers in the world. I brought them over from Vienna at enormous cost to amuse you-Karin and Brigette."
Robert took his seat beside Carolyn and groped in the half-dark for her hand. A moment later, the two girls came from the bedroom where they had been preparing themselves for the act. They were both very tall, very beautiful and very well built! Their carefully combed blonde hair fell almost to their waists, their dresses fitted snugly over their full breasts and hips, cutting off abruptly a few inches below their hip/ bones, leaving their splendid, golden tanned thighs completely bare.
The dresses hung over their shoulders by two fragile looking silk straps, and it was- clear as soon as they walked into the room that neither girl wore a brassiere. Their full, rounded breasts bobbed sensuously under the flimsy black costumes, more than half of each ripe mound being whitely visible.
Together they walked into the cleared space and smiled sweetly at their audience. Then Karin suddenly grabbed Brigette's left arm in both hands and savagely threw the girl to the soft carpet. As she went down, legs flailing helplessly, the seven spectators were treated to an exciting view of the girl's skin tight panties. They were made of black net with a tiny strip of more modest silk between the legs.
Karin flung herself on top of the sprawling girl, ensconcing her firm, full buttocks snugly on Brigette's stomach. She pinned the girl firmly to the floor, knees astride over her body. Brigette wriggled frantically, finally managing to heave her assailant sideways. She kept her leg between Karin's thighs, rolling over on top of her and trying to keep the girl's hands pinioned.
Their bare legs rubbed together as they each began to fight for the top position. The short dresses inevitably became even more hiked up, and as they turned over, both girl's panties could be seen plainly. From their ringside seats, the audience had an unobstructed view in intimate closeup of the sensually struggling girls.
They began to pull at each other's dresses in their determination to win. Brigette's was the first to give. Karin got a firm hold on the top of the material and yanked it downwards. Her opponent's breasts cascaded out of the flimsy garment and the nipples stood erect at the contact with the warm air of the room.
Seizing her golden opportunity, Karin grabbed one of them, twisting Brigette's trembling breast in her hand and making the girl cry out in pain.
She had a firm hold on the throbbing white mound and wasn't going to let go of it without a struggle. Vainly, Brigette beat at the girl's arm, rolling her body from side to side to loosen the vice-like grip. Her other breast lolled sensuously, in full view as she faced the audience and raised her arms.
Then retaliating in kind, Brigette got her hand firmly on Karin's neckline and tugged! The dress ripped cleanly down its middle and she finished the job by tearing it completely apart leaving the girl's body covered only by the tiny net panties. Her breasts were as large as her partner's, 40 inches of round, supple flesh, with ripened nipples that rose thickly out from the magnificent mounds.
Karin fell forward heavily on top of Brigette, letting go of the girl's breast and clamping her hands to the floor by seizing her wrists tightly in both of her hands. The audience was presented with a perfect side view of both the girls volup-tuous breasts, meshed together, their nipples pressing and rubbing hotly together.
Karin's bottom was plainly in view, the latticework of her panties revealing more than concealing her ripe, jutting buttocks. The two girls wriggled and squirmed their bodies, flesh on flesh, Karin's behind wiggling as Brigette lifted her hips again and again in an effort to throw her off.
Then with a vigorous effort, Brigette locked her ankles so fiercely around Karin's spine that she gave a sharp cry of pain and was forced to loosen her hold momentarily. Instantly, Brigette heaved her body up and threw Karin off.
As the girl staggered backwards, Brigette releasing her leg-lock as she shoved, her fingers caught in the loosened top of Karin's dress and tore it away from the girl's body. Now both girls were clad only in the brief black bikini lace panties.
They got warily to their feet, circling each other carefully, crouching down. Brigette suddenly grabbed Karin around her waist and dug her fingers cruelly into the girl's soft tender skin. Robert and the others, leaning forward tensely, could see the red welts appearing on Karin's shapely, slim waist as Brigette's nail scored into the flesh.
Ducking her head quickly under Karin's arm and sliding one hand around the back of her thighs, the other tightening around the girl's left wrist, Brigette pulled and swung the girl onto her shoulder so that she hung helplessly, face down, unable to do anything but wriggle abortively. Her upside-down breasts hung and wobbled towards her chin, the erect, pink nipples brushing into Brigette's back.
Proudly, Brigette began to walk around the "arena," gripping Karin's wrist with one hand to keep the girl steady, while her other hand pressed firmly into the back of Karin's thighs, just an inch below the wide curve of her plump, rounded bottom.
As they drew nearer to the audience, Brigette stooped slightly so that Karin's net-covered buttocks and thighs were in a direct line with their eyes.
She passed the girl along the row of seats, making sure that everyone had a long, satisfying look at the sensually quivering cheeks of her buttocks.
Karin struggled frantically, kicking her legs violently in the air, but Brigette retained her powerful grip and continued her march around the room. She let her fingers wander beneath the brief panties and began to teasingly fondle the girl's buttocks. Carefully she tugged the panties down, pulling the thin, wispy material over the girl's thighs until she had completely exposed the full white cheeks. Karin continued to struggle, but her legs merely nailed the air as Brigette continued to torment and humiliate her.
Karin tried to close her legs tightly to prevent Brigette from doing anything further to her ex-tremely vulnerable bottom, but Brigette pressed her fingers firmly between the large, clenching mounds and succeeded in easing them slowly apart, just sufficiently for her to probe inquisitively between the cheeks and play insolently with her opponent's bare buttocks.
In spite of her undignified position, Karin reached down and began to spank Brigette's own bottom, managing to pull her panties down a little so that the deep cleavage of Brigette's buttocks was exposed. She smacked firmly and quickly on the taut cheeks, raining blow after blow with the flat of her hand on her tormentor's full, rounded globes.
It couldn't be denied that Brigette was definitely in the better position. She stooped towards the audience again, this time showing them the slight bulge of the pubic mound between the girl's thighs despite her attempts to keep her legs tightly shut.
Her fingers tickled their way in between her ripe, protesting thighs and the aggressive girl started to prod teasingly at the vulnerable, exposed opening of her rectum, bringing small mewling cries from the helpless girl's Hps.
She kept this up for several minutes, tantaliz-ingly, teasingly, as the audience watched spellbound at the lewd, obscene spectacle they were witnessing.
Finally, Brigette tired of this entertainment and decided to let Karin have a chance. She swung the girl down to the floor, turning to face her, knees slightly bent as Karin got to her feet again.
The two girls grappled, but this time it was Karin who managed to get the better hold, and she was soon squashing her nude bottom into Brigette's tender breasts, bouncing up and down on the girl's supple globes, knocking the wind out of her.
Brigette panted exhaustedly after a few minutes of this unwanted exercise, unable to do anything but lay still and try to catch her breath.
Swiftly, Karin turned herself around so that she was now facing Brigette's legs, but her bottom was still spread-eagled on the girls large sensitive breasts.
She leaned forward, pulling her panties the rest of the way down her thighs. Too tired to resist, the girl allowed her to lift her legs and drag her only covering off her ankles. Her eyes gleamed with victory, as she pushed Brigette's thighs as widely apart as possible, placing her own legs securely between them to prevent the girl from hiding her most intimate parts.
The whole of the girl's crotch was now revealed, not only to Karin, but also the the audience of seven who were sitting on the very edges of their chairs, savoring every moment of the degrading vaginal exposure.
Karin ran her fingers lightly over the girl's tiny wet slit and then began to rub wantonly, insistently at the exposed opening.
Brigette raised herself slightly and managed to wrap her hands around Karin's chest. She stretched her fingers so that they came into contact with the girl's red, now throbbing nipples and squeezed the buds tightly between both forefingers and thumbs. She yelled as the nails dug fiercely into the tender flesh of her breasts, but did not relent in caressing the girl's moist, ever-widening vagina.
Brigette pulled and scratched at Karin's nipples in a frenzy, stretching the erect, pursed buds as far away from the girl's breasts as she could. They looked inflamed and angry, stiffening to full erectness under the relentless fingers.
The tempo of both girls actions steadily grew faster, Karin becoming more daring and insistent as her ringers dipped gingerly into the tiny slit between the girls legs. Brigette clenched and unclenched her fists around the wobbling, massive swells of Karin's breasts while her fingers worked ceaselessly on the center nipples.
At last, abandoning all pretence at disguise, the two girls fell upon one another, Karin rolling down onto Brigette's legs and burying her face between her thighs. Brigette drew Karin's legs up on either side of her face so that her mouth was presented with the girl's most private parts.
Holding tightly to each other's thighs, they began to roll around the floor on top of each other, pausing from time to time so that the audience could see exactly what they were doing to their respective opponent. The spectators began to shout encouragement urging the girls to go on to a full penetration of their partner's vaginal slit.
They made a strange obscene sight as they rolled over the deep, thick carpet, now sucking and licking in complete abandon between each other's wide-spead legs.
You could hear the breathing becoming heavier and quicker from the audience as they viewed this exciting, sensual exhibition, the girls building them up to an uncontrollable frenzy.
The group applauded them enthusiastically. Lust was burning brightly in all their eyes. The men could feel their penis's straining uncomfortably in their trousers, and the women squirmed hard down in their chairs, stealthily rubbing their thighs tightly together to relieve the sensual tension which was making their desire mount and pressure build between their legs.
Suddenly the girls ceased their erotic wrestling, knowing well that they had incited the group to an uncontrollable, passionate state, and they got up and walked to an empty armchair in the "gallery." Karin sat down, pulling Brigette onto her lap and holding her affectionately around the waist.
"Bravo," Bryce said. "That was a very stimulating warm up! Uh-I imagine that you do have a main event to follow, Robert?"
"I'd be a very poor host if I didn't," he replied. "Of course, that's not all! But I'm afraid the rest of the entertainment is going to require your cooperation! All of your cooperation, in fact! I've devised what I think will be a very interesting little game..." He motioned them to draw their chairs closer to him.
"I want you to all forget any prejudices or preference you may have," he continued. "You're all going to pair off in three's. There are nine of us as I expect you've noticed. I'm going to put all your names on slips of paper and jumble them up in a hat. Then Carolyn will draw them out, three at a time, and you have to abide by the selection!"
Greta giggled. "Suppose the three men get paired off together," she protested. "That'll spoil all the fun!"
"Well, the odds are against that happening," he told her. "But before we start, you must all agree not to argue, no matter who your partners are! What do you say?"
There were murmurs of assent to the rules and Robert quickly scribbled their names down on separate pieces of paper, folded them twice, then dropped them into a hat she already had ready. She shook it vigorously. Carolyn closed her eyes, fumbled inside the hat which Robert offered to her and pulled out three of the slips. She unfolded them and read out:
"Carolyn, Brigette and Bryce!"
"What a coincidence!" Bryce exclaimed. "I was hoping against hope that I'd be in that combination!" He patted Carolyn's knee again, this time keeping his fingers firmly on the girl's bare skin. Carolyn, too, was agreeably pleased with the pairing, although in her present mood it didn't matter so very much to her with whom she landed. Just so long as someone was going to satisfy the craving which gnawed, hungrily between her legs. She looked Brigette over and thought, this is going to be very interesting. Another first in the life of Carolyn White!
"Come on now!" Robert broke into her daydream, urging her to pick out three more names from the hat. Carolyn dipped her hand into it and extracted three more pieces of paper.
"Greta, Karin and Robert!" she announced.
Robert's eyes sparkled. He couldn't have wished for a nicer grouping. He had had Carolyn the day before, and now he was ready for some new sport!
That left two remaining men, Alex, a way-out film director who'd already won several awards for his films and Paul, the star of two of his most successful movies, together with the last girl, Maria, who owned a small antique store and catered to the very rich and eccentric.
"All right!" Robert got to his feet quickly. "Shall we get started?" He switched all the lights off but one. The only remaining illumination came from a single red spot that hung from the middle of the ceiling. It bathed the room with a gentle, suffused glow, casting pink tints over their faces and giving them a hellish, Satanic color.
There was no hesitation or self-consciousness as the "teams" formed up. The armchairs were dragged out of the way and the thick, soft carpet would provide every possible comfort for their revels. The three groups settled themselves comfortably a few yards apart from each other and the orgy began....
Chapter 3
Just before they started, Robert unobtrusively pushed a button in the wall. Instantly, three enormous mirrors were uncovered, set into the walls behind pulled back curtains. The sight drew appreciative gasps from the eight as they saw themselves reflected in the giant glass.
"You've really surpassed yourself this time, Robert." Greta exclaimed. "What a wonderful idea!" Cunningly, hidden lights set into the tops of the mirrors illuminated them, so that the reflections were even brighter than the actual people. Bryce sat cross-legged on the floor facing the glass with Carolyn and Brigette in front of him. His eyes glinted lustfully.
Brigette stretched herself out at full length, her breasts wobbling like two generous mounds of white, flaccid flesh with the taut pink buds in the center. She lay quietly, her arms at her side, offering the whole of her luscious body to the man and girl.
"Now, let's see" ... Bryce ran his eyes leisurely over her fully displayed charms, pursing his lips as he stared at the perfectly proportioned curves. "I think we should start with these magnificent full globes. What do you say, my sweet?"
Carolyn nodded in agreement. She could feel her heart racing in anticipation of the erotic feast which was only a few moments away. "Shall I begin, Bryce," she asked huskily.
"Yes, my dear, I think you should!" He positioned himself so that he rested his head on his hand, leaning forward, his face only a few inches from Brigette's large firm breasts.
Carolyn leaned over the prostrate girl and let her hands fall softly onto her heaving chest closing on the warm flesh and beginning to massage the ample, melting globes. She turned them in her fingers, making the lovely hemispheres part. They quivered in vibrant response under her caress. The girl worked her hands firmly into the doughy skin, giving Brigette an intense, thorough fondling.
Bryce watched the erotic stroking closely his eyes unblinking, darting from the subdued reality in front of him to the brighter reflection in the mirror a few feet away. Carolyn pushed Brigette's breasts into every possible shape, squashing them up into each other and rubbing them lasciviously together. She pushed them as far as they would stretch towards the girls neck, then swiftly releasing them so that the flaccid, white spheres bounced firmly back into their proper position.
Bryce reached out his own hand towards the nearest breast. Carolyn made room for him, transferring her hand to Brigette's other breast and contenting herself with fondling it with all ten ringers. Bryce let his fingers sink into the superb soft skin, making sure that the tips rubbed into the velvety nipple, brushing it into full bud, stiff and erect
Together the man and girl toyed imaginatively with Brigette's unprotesting breasts. They made the white skin blotchy in angry red marks with their remorseless pinching and pulling of the firm flesh. The girl began to pant, rolling her head from side to side as the fondling of her tender, sensitive mounds went on and on.
Bryce's breath was coming rapidly now and he whispered throatily to Carolyn, "Shall we turn our attentions elsewhere?" He surveyed the well-petted globes, the nipples were yearning upwards, heavy with passion, and he ached to explore this luscious, exciting girl further.
His fingers began to trace a slow, lingering pattern down the middle of her naked body until it rested squarely on the white flat skin of the girl's tummy.
Carolyn, in turn, began softly kneading the skin on the girl's side, letting her fingers tickle slowly and softly downward until they reached the sensitive inner side of the girl's thighs.
"Let me get her ready for you," she panted, feeling her own passion rising. She eased the unresisting girl's thighs gently apart, revealing once more the girl's soft down covered vagina. She parted the pubic hair and ran her ringers teasingly over the tiny, open pink slit, making her squirm deliciously, pushing her body down into the soft richness of the carpet. She was ripe and her body now ached to be taken and she writhed lustfully underneath their insistent caresses.
Carolyn moved between Brigette's thighs, reaching underneath the girl to cup her hands around the heavy naked warmth of her buttocks. She squeezed into the flaccid globes, feeling her fingers sink deliciously into the silky flesh of her bottom.
Bryce changed his position so that he was ready to take the girl ... with his mouth, his tongue and his teeth! He lowered his face between the warm, white thighs, bringing his mouth into wet, tantalizing contact with the girl's widespread legs. His nose pressed into contact with her clitoris, rubbing it sensuously, while Carolyn continued to finger and explore the soft, open crevice between her buttocks.
Bryce opened his lips and began to push his tongue slowly into the pink, moist opening between her legs. She began to jerk involuntarily, throwing her loins with abandon up toward his searching tongue. She wriggled in slow, burning ecstasy, gasping for breath in the heat of her passion.
"Aaggggghhhh, more ... deeper, deeper, please ..." her words came falteringly, lustfully as she squirmed under his never ceasing caress.
Carolyn, unaccustomed to this passive role after Jarvis's training, now reached up, releasing her hold on Brigette's buttocks and began to desperately unzip Bryce's trousers. She tugged them off and started to lower his shorts until her hands could close around the gigantic, throbbing staff of his penis. She began squeezing it, rubbing up and down it's long, thick length with her sensitive fingers.
He shifted a little until his hardened cock rested firmly on one of Carolyn's breasts. She guided it until it lay comfortably across her nipple and began to rub it sensuously all over the hard, taut bud. He could feel the smooth, fleshy head pushing against her soft, rounded breast, the resilient nipple brushing into the tiny opening at the end of his penis. It was slightly wet from the lubricating fluid seeping from it in his excitement.
Carolyn now began to devote her entire attention to her male partner. She retained one hand on his erect phallus while the other hand felt the hardness of his buttocks and began to caress the firm muscular cheeks. She searched for the buttock crease and slowly let her fingers wander to the tight, elastic hole of his behind. Then she began shding her fingers intimately in and out of his exposed crevice and tight orifice.
He drove his pulsing penis into the soft, supple breast flesh while his tongue was still working, darting in and out of Brigette's most intimate parts. He wanted to fuck the girl, feel his aching rod pushing deeply into her precious slit. But he controlled his lust. There would be plenty of time for him to fuck her ... and Carolyn, too, before the night was over.
Meanwhile, Robert, Greta and Karin had lost no time in getting down to satisfying their carnal desires. Both Greta and Karin, of course, enjoyed the mutual caressing and intimate osculations of their respective bodies, but Robert was not content to just sit back and watch, though he did find it irresistably fascinating. However, he could feel the swell of his penis throbbing against the thin material of his shorts and he wanted to join in his little party!
In a moment Greta released her hold on Kar-in's full, sensual body and glanced up at Robert -who was standing over them as a master would over his slaves. His penis had jerked up into an erection like a tree trunk, pulsing wildly against his stomach.
"Ohhhhh, you're so big!" Greta stammered, suddenly losing interest in her female partner. She reached up for his hand and began to pull him down on the thick carpet.
"Do you want to make love to me," she asked, her eyes clouded with obvious lust. "I can feel it down here," she continued as her fingers began to play with the tiny opening between her legs. "You want to get inside me with that great thing of yours. I'll hold it in me tightly, tighter and tighter until you won't want to live for the lovely pain of it!"
He heard her coaxing him in these words and he felt hot as though he was suddenly drunk from drinking a full bottle of straight whiskey. He fell to the floor covering both of the passion filled gills, his hands grabbing for one of each of their inviting, full, flaccid breasts. Greta's hands began to run up and down his body, searching every part and every crevice, teasing, tantalizing. Her Hps flowed against and all around his loins, rubbing and expertly cajoling his penis to even greater heights.
His hands continued to massage and press deeply into the girls' breasts, as they writhed under his demanding touch. He could feel the pressure building up in his loins as Greta continued her mouthing on his pulsing organ. Kar-in's hands wandered over his back, tickling slowly down his spine to the crease of his buttocks. She let her fingers manipulate the fleshy cheeks of his behind, running her fingers ever so slightly, deeper into the crevice of his buttocks and finally finding the tight, elastic hole of his rectum and gently began to push her finger deep inside of him.
He knew that he would be unable to contain the pressure that was building in his loins, he had to have some release.
Greta sensed the urgency of his passion and released her mouth hold on his throbbing staff. She wanted him inside her as much as he wanted to feel himself deep in the walls of her body, filling her up to her throat.
Karin did not release her hold on his buttocks, still pushing her finger deeper and deeper into the tight, raw orifice of his behind. This clever manipulation of the two girls had him aching for the treasure between their legs.
Greta moaned, "Now, now. I can't wait!"
He liked to hear her beg for him. He was going to give it to her like she'd never had it before. He was going to fill her completely, push his pulsing rod so deep inside her that she would scream for mercy.
She opened her thighs wide as he fell heavily on her. He felt Greta's hand move down under her thighs and brush against his own as she searched for the weapon which was to torment her to delirium. She found it and tickled it with her experienced ringers, bringing gasps of momentary frustration from his hps. Then she drew it gently between her thighs and placed it against the tiny slit of her vagina.
He could hardly contain himself. lie slipped his hand under her buttocks, lifting them slightly from the floor and then rammed his erect, throbbing cock into her like a piston, in one solid movement, starting from the very tip all the way down to the hilt where its broad base disappeared into the interior of his loins.
"Aaaaaaggggggghhhhhh! Oh god, I can't stand it." She moaned ecstatically.
She bucked and rolled under him in frenzied lust. He rode up and up into her, encroaching even further and further into the very depths of her inner belly.
She gasped continuously in a never-ending cry of passion. He filled her to capacity, digging up towards her navel, bringing a startled groan from her every time he lifted her buttocks and thrust himself inside.
Karin was digging her fingers deeper into the crease of his behind as he bore down on Greta. Her fingers slipped in and out as he drove into the other girl with a steady, agonising thrust.
He heard her breathing mount to a pitch of high excitement, an excitement to match his own. He was about to explode.
"Oh yes, yes ... give it to me now!" she screamed at him.
He concentrated, tensing his loins, slowing down his thrusts to slow, deliberate movements all the length of his penis and almost out again. He felt a swirling abandon in his loins and gasped uncontrollably. She strained her body against him as if she wanted to burn her flesh right through him, and then she sobbed and screamed out her climax, digging her long nails into the flesh on his back.
At the same time he redoubled his throbbing exertions, feeling his penis expand in the warmth of her vagina, feeling its sensation pinpoint down to the very tip of his massive rod which seemed to be splitting in two with painful intensity.
Suddenly the swirl in his loins became a maelstrom, emptying itself and shooting out deep into the very pit of her belly. He rolled off her, forcing Karin's finger out of his behind, and the three of them lay exhausted, side by side on the carpet.
Alex and Paul had quickly stripped Maria to her underwear, leaving only the girl's garter belt and black net stockings on. Before commencing their own fun, this threesome had spent some time watching the others. From their vantage point, they had an enviable view of the other two groups: their eyes resembling those of tennis spectators as they flickered back and forth between the equally exciting lustful scenes.
But, the urge to actually participate grew too strong for them to hesitate any longer. The men got Maria to undress them. She slowly unbuttoned their slacks, toying playfully with their bulging penises as she slid their shorts off and the erect, red phalluses burst into view.
She allowed her breasts to rub tantalizing over their bare bodies, and as she bent down to help them off with their trousers and shorts, her thickened nipples deliberately brushed against the pulsing, heavy rods between their legs.
While Alex sat on the floor, Maria knelt in front of Paul and massaged his stiff, massive staff, drawing the large rod slowly towards her parted mouth.
Alex, a few inches from Maria's back, ran his hands up the back of her thighs, feeling the silky sheen of her net stockings and the smooth white flesh between the holes. He touched the clips of the girls garter belt and moved his fingers up the elastic stays. Beneath it, as his fingers traced further upwards, he felt the soft, supple flesh of her bottom.
He brought his other hand up and together they eased her buttocks apart, revealing the tiny, pink tight orifice of her behind. He stared lustfully between the parted white hemispheres, bringing his face to within an inch of the tiny, tight elastic opening.
Maria leaned backwards a little, pushing her bottom willingly against his hand, grinding her hips slightly to make the rounded cheeks press sensually into his hands. He held one cheek, caressing it firmly, feeling his penis stiffen and shiver in the air as he played voluptuously with the girl's bare bottom. His other finger poked at her tiny rectal opening, slipping slowly in and out, wiggling it around until it started to slip tightly into the tiny taut hole.
Maria, meanwhile, was infuriating Paul's lust by holding his manhood almost against her lips, breathing heavily on the inflamed, pulsing rod, but not quite letting it touch her lovely mouth.
She stroked it lovingly, watching closely and intently as his penis throbbed and jerked madly.
She slipped her fingers down the shaft until they came into contact with the loose hanging testicles between his legs. She touched them gently, pushing the heavy sac until it swung lightly. She stared in fascination, holding his penis up and out of the way, while she amused herself with them.
Paul bore the teasing as long as he could. Then maddened beyond sense, he thrust his hands down on her head and forced her mouth to close like warm butter over his penis, urging her lips to draw on and suck his infuriated cock. He planted his fingers firmly in her hair, holding her head steady, pushing the crown of his maleness hotly between her teeth.
She clamped her mouth around the long stem, making loud smacking noises as she commenced to nurse on his penis.
By this time, Alex had found his way under her legs, and she could feel his fingers teasing at the already damp lips of her vagina. He separated them carefully and stuck one finger into the tiny, pink slit, slowly and maddeningly working it upwards to the depth of her passage.
She squirmed deliciously. It felt marvelous, she thought. Her mouth was full of one man's pulsing rod, and her bottom and vagina were being ministered to by another man in back of her. Soon, she mused, they would take turns fucking her! She was glad that of all the females present only she had two men to frolic with. Although she didn't necessarily object to female lovers, her true desires were directed at the opposite sex.
Now, though not for the first time, she had two of them at her complete disposal.
The thought excited her and she renewed her attack on Paul's manhood, sucking at it so that the man would soon be begging her to let him ease it into her, into the deep well between her legs!
Alex had three fingers sunk wetly into her open cunt and was wiggling them with skilled alacrity. She could feel her belly, contracting hotly against this teasing intrusion, and the walls of her vagina clenched tightly against his fingers.
Alex was watching her sucking Paul and the moment came when he could not stand this lustful scene any longer. He pulled her away from Paul and dragged her body onto the carpet.
He pushed her left leg up, making her draw her knee almost to her chest, then fell forward on her. He fumbled with the throbbing organ between his legs and aimed it carefully for her thighs.
Maria, however, was not going to let just one man take her. She was ready to be taken, but she also wanted to take. She pulled Paul down with her, his body laying sideways to her, his thighs open and clasped around her neck.
She refused to give up the hard instrument which was rilling her mouth. She continued to suck his pulsing phallus, moving faster and faster up and down on this marvelous hard tool as Alex started to ease his aching, passion-filled penis into her warm, soft depths. It slid in sweetly, easily, like a knife in warm butter. He could feel her bottom against him, the fine, sleek mounds of flesh pressing into his stomach. Taking his time, he began to fuck her, pushing his cock in and out of the throbbing slit with easy deliberate strokes.
His breath began to wheeze in his throat and he spread her thighs farther apart, flattening her body down against the carpet with the weight on his arms and body. She was a source of pleasure on which he could vent his every sexual whim. His head was dizzy and his penis throbbed and enlarged. Its very tip seemed to be about to burst. He felt a great exhilarating sense of power in his body, mixed with a certain sadism. He lunged at her body with all the strength of his loins and all the muscular reflex of his thighs. He wanted to split her right up to her navel, to force from her screams of anguish and pleasure, to lose the whole of his loins in her belly.
He felt the softness of her cervix with the not tip of his penis as he screwed his hips against her and he felt the solid, damned-up weight of the flood-tide in his loins.
He began to pant hard and his head rolled from side to side. He thrust harder and harder at her until she was buffeted forward along the floor. She was trying to moan, to tell him to be more gentle, but her mouth was filled with a massive rod of pulsing flesh and she was unable to utter any protest what-so-ever.
He felt his penis grow thick and thicker to the point of bursting and the great flood tremble at the dam. He tensed his buttocks hard at every forward surge, trembling from his heels to his swaying testicles. He crushed her soft, white buttocks, scratching the satiny smooth skin with his nails, clawing at her flesh, brutally and blindly. He felt that his penis must be soaring up inside her into the deepest, softest, warmest part of her belly. He groaned in painful ecstasy. He shuddered and tensed his whole body in a long taut curve at hers as tne flood of his semen suddenly broke loose and rushed in a boiling profusion out through his wildly jerking cock to shatter out into her battered womb as he uttered a series of coughing moans which sounded like his life's blood spewing out of him.
She bucked against him as she felt his penis give an unmistakable, helpless twitch deep within her. She could feel her heart racing faster and her intimate walls aching frantically. She sucked even harder on the equally fast-throbbing rod which was pulsing in her mouth-Paul's!
It was impossible to guess which one of them came first. Both were obviously right on the brink of orgasm, for when she felt Alex explode, Paul's hand clutched cruelly at her breasts, giving them a hard, frantic squeeze. Her own juices began to flow, and her teeth clamped painfully, half-unconsciously into Paul's fleshy shaft, securing it tightly in her mouth and throat.
It seemed almost simultaneously that she felt his sperm burst into her mouth with fantastic force. She gulped, swallowing instinctively, the hot liquid burning her throat as it cascaded down. She worked her hps on his penis, sucking with great intakes of breath, draining him completely dry.
With this warm fluid filling her in both orifices, she shuddered ecstatically. Her own loins began to tense and she could feel the pressure beginning to build from deep within her.
"Aaagggghhhhhh! Don't leave me now!" she tried to cry out.
Just as Alex was about to withdraw from her, she felt her climax about to start and she clamped her legs tightly around his waist, holding him there for just a moment longer.
"Oh Christ, yes. I'm cumming. I'm cumming NOW ... NOW, I'm cumming. God, how wonderful!"
Then she lay completely still, nothing moving except the quick, violent tremble of her thighs and belly.
"I can't stop shaking," she murmured, as she tried to regain her breath which was labored with passion.
Their eyes glazing, Alex, Marie and Paul let their muscles slowly relax, sinking gratefully into the beautiful softness of the carpet, their legs and arms intimately entwined.
Nothing could now be heard in the room except for the slow, regular breathing of nine temporarily satisfied men and women. In naked groups of three, they lolled pleasureably on the floor, half-asleep, trying to quickly restore their energies for the further switch-around which Robert had promised them.
Carolyn was the first to move. Walking quietly across the room, she tiptoed to Robert's side, squatting down beside him. He opened his eyes blearily, "What's the matter?" he asked sleepily, completely spent from his frolic with his two female partners. The girl's cheeks were flushed, her hair in wild disarray, and Robert felt a sudden rush of tenderness for his young "protege." She was so terribly young, so very sweet. Her initiation into the frantic world of sophisticated sex and brief affairs had scarcely begun. Yet, how quickly and easily she had taken to her new life! Like the proverbial duckling, he thought.
"Did you want anything in particular, darling?" he asked. "Or did you just come over for a talk?"
She nodded. "I just wanted to have a quick word with you, if it's all right... while we're all having a bit of a breather." she whispered hesitantly. She didn't wait for an answer, but continued. "I just thought I'd tell you how thrilled I am at meeting all those famous people. You don't know how marvelous it feels, being right in the center of everything. I feel as if I've only just been born and I have you to thank!"
He squeezed her ringers tightly. "You are being born!" he told her in a firm voice that left no room for argument. "This is the only way to live-among the most exciting people in the world. The ones who live for today and tell tomorrow to go fuck itself! You've arrived, darling. You belong here, this is your true environment, where nothing matters but the immediate experience!"
Carolyn could hardly believe that all this had happened to her in just a few days. Her body, her mind, her desire had been awakened, and no one was going to put that to sleep again. She felt so marvelously complete, so relaxed. She reflected back to that first afternoon in this very apartment. She was so naive, so pure, so sure that men didn't respect girls after they had had them. How dumb she had been! This was the life for her, she was going to make it, career-wise- and just make it! It was a delicious feeling and it was going to last.
"You'd better go back to your friends now, my sweet." He put his lips to her ear and whispered, "And, next time, I hope I get grouped with you, my precious."
"Me too," she cried, kissing him fully on the mouth, and walked back to Bryce and Brigette, poised and incredibly self-assured for a girl so young. Everyone's eyes followed her across the room as her young, supple figure swayed invitingly, completely naked and completely uncaring ...
Chapter 4
Life for Carolyn became one whirlwind of parties. Robert had promised her the part in the play and before she knew it, she was bound on a plane for New York and Broadway!
The price for her success had not come cheaply. She was practically owned by Jarvis to do with as he wished, and more than once she found herself being passed around his circle of friends with no more thought than you would ask someone, "Pass the potatoes, please!" But she actually didn't object very strongly to this game of musical beds. Her desires had been awakened and she had become quite a proficient lover.
As the plane began its descent into Kennedy Airport, she mused, "Mother should only see me now!"
Her relationship with Jarvis had become one of friendly banter and comparative indifference. He only paid her special attention when he wanted her ... or wanted her to perform for one of his friends. His private little whore, that's what she had become.
Nobody seemed to have guessed that her sudden entry into the ranks of the repertory company was more than persistent soliciting on her part and an eventual recognition of her quite apparent talent. The men took to her good looks and the rest of the company found her a good, but inexperienced actress. She was unlikely, they felt, to reach higher levels.
She sat back in her seat and daydreamed about the tremendous success she would make on Broadway. How could she miss, she pondered. Jarvis himself had picked her and assured her the part. She had become a member of the tight clique, had participated in his orgies, and had been a good, though now only occasional, lover to him.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the captain's voice, "Fasten your seat belts for the landing please."
Well, here she was ... New York. She looked out the window as the plane came down over Jamaica Bay. In the distance she could see the skyscrapers and the cars as they passed hurried-ly along the freeway. Finally the wheels touched the end of the runway and she could feel her heart beating faster in anticipation of the great things to come.
Robert patted her hand affectionately and said, "Well, there's the big city. The dubious mecca for all young actresses like yourself. But, my dear, I'm sure that you will find Manhattan very much to your liking. There are so many people here that you must meet. In fact, don't forget the little welcome party for the cast tonight?"
Forget the party, she thought. How could I forget the party! He had told her some of the names of people that were going to be there, and she wouldn't miss it for the world.
The drive from the airport to her hotel, a rather inexpensive one on West 57th Street, seemed to take forever. The sun was shining, but the tall buildings seemed to prevent any light from hitting the street. It appeared to be a bit dismal, the people all seemed to be rushed, but going nowhere. The traffic was heavy and the sound of the taxi horns blared in her ears. So this is the music of the city, she thought to herself. I'm not sure that I'll get used to this right away, but it's worth it. Here I am, and I am going to make it!
Her hotel was far from elegant, but it was cheap. Robert had promised her that she would only be there for a short time and then she would find something else, or he could help her find more suitable surroundings. She knew that he meant that he would find her someone to live with, or someone to keep her in a nice apartment, but this didn't matter, not anymore.
She unpacked quickly as she wanted to have plenty of time to get ready for the reception party. She didn't feel tired even though she had lost three hours during the flight from the West to East coast.
Several hours later, Robert stopped by her hotel to escort her to her first New York cocktail party.
"Just be your sexy self, my love, and you'll be the hit of Broadway yet!" he told her teasingly.
His eyes wandered approvingly over the low cut neckline of the dress which revealed the two white soft mounds of her breasts, showing provocatively and invitingly. He let his hands stray over her body in mock inspection. "Very nice, very, very nice!" This little bit of play was hardly necessary as he had seen her naked more times than he had seen her with clothes on!
Darkness was just beginning to close around the skyline of Manhattan as they drove up Park Avenue and turned right on Sixty-Fourth Street. The street was tree-lined and rows of magnificent town houses stood in place of the garrish new apartment buildings that she noticed were springing up over the city. The lights from the windows and the gentle breeze that stirred through the trees put her in a festive mood and she knew that everything was going to be just fine. She raised her head, tilting it slightly and she looked very self-assured, in fact, almost haughty.
The cab stopped at a house just west of Lexington Avenue and Robert helped her out.
"Well here's luck," he said half laughingly as he kissed her briefly on the cheek. "You look absolutely ravishing tonight, darling. I'd like to be the lucky one to get into those lovely pants of yours this evening, but, remember, you have so many influential people to meet. Don't let me hamper you!"
He was laughing when he said it, but he could feel his loins begin to tense as he devoured her with his eyes. Some piece of tail, he mused, then took her arm and steered her toward the doorway of the house.
She had had several quick drinks before leaving her hotel to brace her for the ordeal of meeting the sort of people she'd really never met before. Even Robert's San Francisco group seemed unsophisticated when she thought of the fabulous New Yorkers, so carefree, so rich and soooo influential!
The house belonged to the chairman of the board of directors of the company which owned the theatre-a Conrad Worthington, who had once written his own play which the company had dutifully performed, and who liked to think of himself, old bachelor as he was, as belonging to the young, creative set, the "in" group. Nobody could say he lacked generosity.
He was fixing drinks for several people who were standing around and preferring not to help themselves. A fat, grizzly looking man with grey hair and sharp eyes, he listened to everyone's conversation at once, laughing and making suggestions and then suddenly coming out with something so absurd that no one could possibly take him seriously. The only problem was, that he was serious in his interjections. He'd never allowed his interest in the theatre to rid him of any of his prejudices which were of the most solid Victorian variety. However, he had to be tolerated or the theatre might fall down upon the heads of the actors. Everyone drank and laughed, but turned away from him when they wanted serious conversation
Carolyn accepted a drink from someone and looked around the room into which they'd come. The den, where most of the people seemed to congregate had a little garden off the back. The furniture slightly oriental, with silk screens on the walls and a staircase on one side of the room, leading to the floor above. She walked around the room, drifting from group to group, catching snatches of conversation, but so far no one had rushed over to her to invite her to join in the conversation. That would be a bit corny anyway, she thought.
She felt a thrill of longing and apprehension. Glancing surreptitiously at the various speakers, she began to place them. That one would be the new off-Broadway star who was making such a name for himself, both in and out of the theatre. He seemed a bit gay, but if that was his choice, who was she to say it was wrong. Live and let live she thought.
Across the room she spotted Keith Conway, the famous drama critic. How young and handsome he was. He'd already traveled over half the world for his newspaper and been invited as guest critic to half a dozen publications in other parts of the world! Another face she recognized as a character actor she had seen numerous times in movies and more recently in television.
They all looked so vital-as if they were really going somewhere, not just stagnating and slowly dying in a little provincial suburb.
She turned from the paintings she had been studying when she heard Robert say, "I'd like you to meet Carolyn White."
He was approaching with a big, bearded man in a turtleneck sweater. Here we go, she thought. This is the beginning of Carolyn White's bid for stardom.
A few hours later and many drinks later, she found herself sitting in a corner with the well-known cirtic she had spotted when she first joined the party. At first she hadn't heard a word he'd said just out of dazzlement at the proximity of a celebrity, but now she was listening and doing her best to keep up with him. She was, for the first time in a long time, feeling very young and inexperienced, but trying hard not to show it. It didn't seem to worry him, anyway. He was content to talk to a willing and, indeed, fascinated listener.
More people had come and there was dancing going on in what seemed to be the far corners of the room. Actually it was just a few feet away, but the drink had lent distance to everything. From time to time she glanced up to see who was looking and noticed the many figures swaying thickly together, licentiously many of them. There was a lot of undisguised mauling going on, on the floor, the divans, the stairway. Everywhere she looked she could see people locked in lustful embraces.
Robert was deep in conversation with the bearded man, having made a full circle of the room and come back to him. Every once in a while he would cast a possessive, checking glance in her direction, but she returned his looks with cold indifference and went across the room to find more interesting game.
It didn't take her long to realize that in spite of the many famous people there, the drama critic was the man with by far the most influence. He knew the most people, and his opinion was law for many of them.
She listened intently to every word he was saying, though, by this time, she was quite dizzy from the alcohol and the excitement.
His voice went on, a marvelous voice which roamed among the words so easily and fluently. She had the feeling that she could ask him about absolutely anything and he'd be able to give her a long and detailed answer without any hesitation at all. Being a good drama critic must involve so much more knowledge and powers of analysis than a playwright ever needed, she realized.
She looked up at him and his eyes devoured hers as he talked. His voice went on continuing his story, but she could tell that he was looking at her as a woman, too. She let her dress move up her thigh a little and his eyes looked down at her exposed leg and back again to her face without a break in his words.
They drank their liquor and he went on talking while she listened.
"... You ought to meet some of these people," he said. "I'm sure you'd find them interesting, and you can never know too many people when you're trying to create opportunities for yourself."
Her ears went back to the conversation. This was the sort of language she understood immediately.
"I would like that very much," she answered. Her hand brushed his arm as she put down her glass, apparently accidentally. She looked into his eyes in a half challenge, and repeated. "Yes, I'd like that very much!"
He seemed about to say something more when Robert came rushing over. He smiled warmly at her, but his reception by Conway was short of being cold. Not to be put off, however, he joined in the conversation with them until he was dragged off by someone else. Unfortunately, the critic began to discourse on another subject. The chance had been lost... at least for the moment.
After a time he put his glass down.
"Call of the wild," he said. "Don't go away." He winked at her as he headed for the stairway.
She let Robert see her sitting alone, smiled at him, waited for him to return to his conversation and then stood up. She edged around outer corners of the room, skirting the body of dancers. She noticed that one girl had both hands inside the waist of her partners trousers. Then she began to climb the stairs.
Several rooms led off the landing at the top. She heard obvious gasps of lovemaking coming from a couple in one of the rooms. Another room had the door open and beyond its darkness she saw a thin streak of light coming from under a door. That must be the bathroom, she thought. She peered into the dark room. There was a bed in the corner and a couple were necking on it. They paid no attention to her as she stood outside the door.
She waited in the light of the landing until she heard the toilet flushing in the bathroom. The door opened throwing a flood of light across the intervening room and the critic came out. She moved forward and he saw her.
"The call of the wild is strong tonight," she said, moving towards him. It was more of an invitation rather than a statement.
He accepted the rather ambiguous statement without hesitation. He turned out the light in the bathroom and pulled her into the shadow. He kissed her, enveloping half her face in his mouth and straining her body to his until she was almost breathless.
"Let's make love," he whispered as he ran his lips over her willing face. His hands ran over her body, over the white swells of her breasts, closing over the soft mounds for a moment and then down her body to cup her buttocks in the strength of his hands.
He grabbed her buttocks roughly, pulled her hips towards his and bent her backwards.
He drew her towards the bed in the half-darkened room and then saw the couple already occupying it.
"Fuck," he said.
She hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'm with someone tonight, I might be missed."
He didn't seem to hear her, or else ignored her completely.
"Let's go back to my place-we can have privacy there."
She could feel a burning sensation growing between her legs and she wanted to have him make love to her, to totally impale her with his manhood, but she realized that if she succumbed now, there may not be another time.
She kissed him, putting her tongue in his mouth and rubbing her hips sensually against his stifling penis.
"Why don't we wait until we can be completely alone and we can make love properly, without any barriers!"
His passion, however was beginning to mount and he wasn't going to let her get away with her teasing so easily.
"I want you now, baby. You want me, too and I'm going to have you if I have to screw you right here on the landing!"
He refused to discuss the situation any further. He could barely stand the burning sensation between his legs and he was going to take this girl. She had teased him long enough and now she was going to get what she had been asking for!
He led her across the thick-carpeted landing from which the broad stairway ran to one side of the hallway into a suite of rooms beyond the open door where they were standing.
There were a few people in this section of the house, but some of the rooms were in darkness and he led her through one of the heavy wooden doors. He closed the door behind them and pulled her roughly to him, breathing hard.
''Where are we?" she asked softly.
"This is one of the bedrooms." he answered. "I know this place like the palm of my hand."
"But won't anyone just come in?"
"Don't worry. If they find someone's here first they'll leave. In any case, they won't be able to see who we are."
He took her glass and she heard him put it down somewhere, though she could hardly see anything in the darkness.
He came back to her and his lips came moistly down on hers, crushing them demandingly. She felt his teeth against hers and then his tongue probing between them.
"God, I want you badly," he said huskily. He could feel his penis straining against the cloth of his trousers, aching to be freed of this constraint.
He pushed her back onto the bed, kissing her neck and shoulders, while he ran down to envelop the fullness of her breasts.
"My clothes," she whispered. "We'll wrinkle them."
"Take them off," he whispered back, though it was more of a demand than a suggestion.
Slowly she got up and began a provocative striptease. She unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall sensually over the top of her exposed breasts and fall lightly around her hips. Her brassiere did little to cover the ample, firm breasts that rose teasingly above the brief covering. She wriggled slightly, letting the dress fall to the floor. As she bent over to pick it up, her breasts fell loose from their binding until they hung down invitingly, full and soft. It was all he could do to restrain himself from grabbing out at the swaying mounds, but she moved backward, knowing that she was driving him insane with her slowness.
Finally she stood up, reached to unfasten her brassiere, but he reached out and grabbed the cloth from her body, and threw her onto the bed. She was clad only in her sheer stockings and garter belt, and shoes. He noticed ... she was not wearing any panties! God, she must be a hot little bitch!
She felt a thrilling desire to be naked, completely naked, on the silk coverlet she could now feel against her bare shoulders and thighs. She tried to reach down to unfasten her stockings, but he had her pinned to the bed, panting over her, as if he could hardly wait to get inside her.
Suddenly he released his grip and jumped up. In the darkness, she could hear rustlings as he quickly undressed. She took this opportunity to remove her stockings, kick off her shoes and she lay back voluptuously on the silk, feeling like a sexy Siamese cat from the luxury of it. She felt her breasts tenderly with her own hands, and the soft firmness of her belly and thighs.
"What luxury," she murmured throatily.
Conway came to her then, his breath coming rapidly. The moment his flesh touched hers, she quivered with sensual delight and he gritted out between his teeth. "My God, I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!"
"Please, please, do it, fuck me, fuck me good!" Her passion was uncontrollable and she wanted him to quench the burning fire between her legs and in her belly.
Their mouths locked together and she rubbed against him, stroking his hard cock with her slim fingers, drawing her nails gently over his testicles. He gasped a couple of times and his penis jerked up of its own volition from her pursuing fingers.
His mouth moved voraciously over her neck and shoulders, down to her hard, erect-nippled breasts. He sucked gently at the hardened buds, bringing gasps of mixed pleasure and pain from her with his little bites. Then his mouth moved away as he slid down her body. His lips covered her with little bites on her ribs, below the breasts, on her belly, and his tongue finally began to tickle her navel. After this brief exploration, he moved away, following the line directly down to the soft down of her pubis. He slid his hands under her buttocks and lifted them slightly. She felt his tongue on her thighs and the tightness in her belly became almost unbearable.
Her loins were a whirlpool of passion and she opened her thighs with a little moan.
Between them he found the warm lips of her cunt flowering open and licked them with a tongue which, too, seemed to tremble and tingle. Slowly his tongue entered her, its moisture mingling with her own and she slipped forward on the bed, moaning and held his head tight between her quivering thighs.
He continued to lick in a frenzied lust, and found her clitoris moving up to erection. He fastened on it and she began to wriggle her hips in little contracting movements as if she were trying to control her passion. She pulled his hair gently, her eyes closed in ecstasy. She wanted him now, she didn't want to wait, she was too ready.
"It was never like this," she whispered, choking on her words.
Her words seemed to ease the pain of his desire to absolutely rape her until she couldn't stand it anymore, and he moved onto her slithering body, feeling it warm and soft under him, feeling it quiver helplessly.
"Get on top of me," she breathed. "Fuck me, fuck me until I can't feel anymore!"
The drinks had made her slightly dizzy. The effect added to the illusion that she was just a personified well of desire, aching and longing. At this moment, nothing else mattered, not fame, not riches. Only this lovely, swirling, exultantly dizzying nucleus of pleasure between her legs which throbbed and pulsated under his attack.
She reached down under her thighs which she drew up gently and he felt her cool hand on his prick. Her hand created a shock into his rigid flesh and his uncircumcised foreskin ripped back and she gently guided him at her vagina until he could feel the moist, flesh warmth against his penis waiting for its entry.
"Darling, darling!" she whispered, losing the words in a groan which broadened and deepened as he thrust into her.
Her moist heat clamped him tightly inside her and he gasped as he began to give quick, aching thrusts into her vagina, thrusts which slowed and lengthened as he filled her yielding passage to deeper and deeper depths.
Under him, her body quivered and trembled and her nipples pushed into him with a pointed, erect pressure. Her warm belly brushed against his and her thighs clamped and undamped, holding and releasing him in waves of flesh warmth and air coolness.
"Oh, aaggghhh" he groaned as he felt the walls of her vagina squeezing along the length of his cock which seemed to expand and maintain a point just below the bursting point.
"Darling, darling," she whispered over and over again as she bucked and writhed under him. Her face moved from side to side, deep white marks appearing as if by magic on her lips where she bit them in her passion. Every so often her mouth came against his and her teeth bit into him as she sucked his tongue and forced her own between his Hps, panting warm breath into his throat.
With her pinioned by his arm of thick flesh, he thought of how many others had had her in just this way, holding her with big, demanding hands, digging into her most intimate core with pulsing, stiff rods, producing from just such gasps and perhaps movement while they groaned and sobbed out their coarse male passion into her slim, delicate girlish body.
He felt a chill course down his spine at the thought and gave an extra hard thrust which seared into her and brought forth a throat rasping groan.
"Oooooooh! Yeesssssss! Please!"
Did she ask everyone when they fucked her? The thought excited him. Here she was, begging to be impaled by his pulsating staff and he was going to give it to her! He lunged again, stabbing into her in a bludgeoning thrust which tore roughly deep into her cunt and she groaned and murmured, "Oh god! god!"
He slipped his hands down her sides and slid them under her moving buttocks, clasping them one in each hand, remembering that that was the very thought he had had the first time he'd seen her earlier in the evening ... to hold her buttocks in his bare hands.
They were tensing and untensing, firm, hollowed and then relaxed and flaccid around his fingers. He dug into the rounded cheeks with fierce pressure. He pulled her hips against him as he thrust inside her again, and he felt her pull back her thighs a little more to ease the impalement.
His fingers slipped over the taut, stretched flesh of her bottom and found the unconcealed tiny opening between the crease of her buttocks.
He dug into the crease with his finger, finding the tight elastic hole, and began to ease it into the unyielding orifice.
"Uuggggghhhhh," she cried. "You're hurting me!" But she was too caught up in the ache between her legs to really put up a fight.
He moved his finger, deeper and deeper into the soft warm depths of her rectum, bringing new gasps and exclamations from her silently working hps. He intruded another and felt the tight resistance slowly give as she screwed her buttocks back on his fingers and soon both were moving and circling in her and she was impaled in both of her orifices, and writhing in a wild, ecstatic abandon under the dual intrusion.
Her legs, on either side of his impaling, were jerking and wriggling out in the air in complete, uncontrolled abandon. He felt their warm fleshy pressure as they held him tight and then they would move off and she would pull them up to her shoulders or fling them out at right angles to her hips, moaning and gasping continuously.
Her eyes were closed all the time as her mouth worked and trembled, her neck was strained as she thrust back her head in the delicious intensity of her feeling.
Keith Conway was aware of no part of his body except his heavy, too-full penis which moved deeply in and out of her, lovingly clasped in the excruciating warmth of her vagina. He moved his fingers from her rectum, sliding them down through the stretched crease of her buttocks and into her thighs feeling the soft folds of her cunt clasping around him as his own prick moved into her, making the flesh yield and give way as it held his organ in a tight, contracting death-like grip. She was whining and the heat from her body seemed to envelop him like a warm glove.
"Oh darling, darling," she moaned. Her voice rose on a high, gasping note.
"I'm cumming ... now ... now... I'm cummmmmming!" she groaned and choked, full of unleashed passion.
He felt her hot, wet cavern widen, the pressure around his cock relaxed and then felt her hot, moist liquid surrounding his pulsating cock in her belly.
Hot and pulsating, he quickened the rate of his thrusts as she continued to moan, more gently now. He felt his own passion reaching up to a pin point of highly defined sensation at the very tip of his throbbing staff, all gathering in the aching head of his cock.
He gripped her buttocks and squeezed with a pulverising pressure, feeling her cringe, wanting, in a strange way, to hurt her as he reached up and up to that culminating point.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... aagghhh!" he grunted and groaned and slowed his stroke, grinding slowly and deep so that his abdomen smacked firmly against the flanges of her vagina and his stiffness reached its farthest point in the recesses of her body. He felt himself cumming and pulled back her thighs to her shoulders, hearing her moan and applying all the pressure of his body down there at his loins and the long aching phallus which drove into her.
With a sudden wet, warm relief which was too much to bear, he shot into her, shot and shot into her all the pent-up emotion which had been building up in a great overwhelming relief which her warm, writhing body encouraged in him.
Trembling, he relaxed on her and she put her arms around him and lay there for several minutes, neither of them speaking.
Chapter 5
The party was still in full swing downstairs as they slowly got up and began to get dressed. Carolyn had just begun to straighten her stockings when suddenly the light went on in the room, blinding her momentarily.
"A very nice performance, young lady!" a voice said. She could not distinguish who it was, because her eyes had not yet adjusted to the light. She blinked, and slowly her eyes began to focus on not one, but a group of men sitting in chairs around the bed and staring at her naked body. She tried to hide her nudeness by grabbing her dress and holding it up against her, but it was futile. She started to run for the bathroom but one of the men had already crossed the room and was blocking her way. She began to tremble.
"Keith!" she called out, glancing around the room, looking for the man who had just been her lover. He was no where in sight. He had suddenly disappeared!
"Don't think that Keith will help you, sweetheart," another voice said. He gets his kicks by letting others watch his little seductions. By now, he's downstairs and having another drink.
She stood there frozen to the spot. What were they going to do to her! She couldn't believe that they would all try to take her, not with the party going on one floor below.
Suddenly, one of the men who had been speaking, a huge, burly man, moved toward her.
"Why be selfish, dearie," he whispered. "You seemed to enjoy a good screwing, so now it's my turn!"
The other voices chimed in, "Then mine," "Me, next!" She could not count how many men were standing there, nor did she have time, because the burly, coarse man grabbed her and threw her back onto the bed.
Standing over her, he pulled off his pants and his great penis swung rigidly into view. His testicles dangled loosely in a great profusion of black, wiry hair, which ran from the base of hjs penis to his chest.
He stood right over the girl, looking down on her soft textured skin, flexing his thighs so that his huge massive rod soared out in a tight, blood-filled desire over her. Her white porcelain skin lay completely revealed and her breasts swung lightly with their fullness.
Her eyes swept dazedly over the enormous genitals just above her, as if in some sort of nightmare she understood what was about to happen. She struggled to her feet, and faced this crude man pleadingly.
He caught her roughly and swallowed her mouth in his. She began to fight, weakly, she was still dissipated by her previous, violent love making. Her hands pushed vainly at the big fleshy body that was pressed possesively against hers.
His big, rough hands roamed over the soft, mounds of her breasts, crushing them, pinching the reddened nipples unmercifully. His hands swept in increasing urgency over her shoulders, her back and down to the voluptuous fruit of her buttocks. She knew now that she would not be able to escape.
She uttered little cries which were no more than lost whispers. She felt helpless to prevent the pain and humiliation which was about to come.
The crowd of men around the bed were breathing heavily. They could feel the tension building in their own loins, while they waited their turn at this helpless girl.
With a brutal heave, the man threw the girl, once more, back onto the bed. She lay there vulnerable, legs apart, crying slightly. He plunged down onto her, his body pressing hard onto the voluptuous curves of her flesh.
She uttered a low scream and tried once more weakly to push him off her. His hands trembled over the supple softness of her thighs, kneading the flesh, grasping it in ripples between his demanding fingers.
His mouth devoured her quivering breasts, biting them so that tooth marks were left on her white, flaccid skin, sucking the nipples so that groans of helpless horror were torn from her.
He moved up on her, swallowing her full hps with his once again. He pulled back her thighs against her efforts to flatten them to the bed and closed them under him. The lips leading to the soft, pink channel which was to give him brutal delight, were there, unguarded for all the room to see.
His hand went down to his penis, which was jerking convulsively between her thighs, brushing the skin of her vagina on way to find the tiny slit of her vagina for his entry. His rod with its great, bared head was almost purple with blood} as it rubbed teasingly against her vulnerable opening.
She lay there, arms outstretched as if in supplication. Her head was thrown back as if she could do no more, and with a quick hip-thrusting stab he plunged his huge cock deep .down into her body.
It seemed to enter with a tearing movement as her hips jerked frantically at the pain of the sudden impalement and a weird chilling scream grated from her hps.
He began to saw into her mercilessly while her body writhed from side to side and she moaned continuously in helplessness.
She still tried to push him weakly from her, but eventually gave up and lay with her whole body twitching under the pain from the pounding her body was undergoing in a blaze of fire between her legs.
The men who had been sitting in the chairs were now standing all around the bed, their trousers bulging from the genital pressure beneath.
Under the heavy weight of this crude man, her breasts rose sharply in suffocated heavings, her bottom slithered from side to side in an effort to relieve the pain of his relentless thrust and withdrawal. Her face was wet with tears from humiliation and shame, and every so often moaning with a sharp cry of pain. She had never had a man so huge inside her!
His great, throbbing penis slipped in and in with greater and greater ease until it was embedded deep in her belly as far as it would go between her wide flung legs.
His hands began to move over her body, clutching it all over in his passion. He caught her shoulders, her neck, clasped her face and pushed his fingers under her buttocks so that he cupped them firmly. He felt forward between her legs so that he could touch his own pulsing length of flesh bursting into her.
His mouth opened and he covered her wet face with hot, wet kisses. Grunts came from the depths of his throat and his tensing and untens-ing buttocks slowed to strong, slow pushes. He slithered his knees closer against her upturned buttocks as if he wanted to enter farther than was possible. He pushed her thighs wider and up over her head so that she looked almost unreal in her painful contorted position. Her body was almost bent double with her toes touching the mattress back on either side of her head.
He slowed his pushes into her upturned buttocks, grinding slowly, small gasps coming from his Hps, until suddenly a long, aching flood of breath hurtled from the very depths of his throat and coughed out into the room as his fast shooting river of sperm swept up into her battered passage and deep into the depths of her belly.
His gasps were accompanied by similar gasps and frenzied expressions around the room as he sank exhaustedly onto the girl, letting her legs flop back down almost Hfelessly on either side of him.
The other men standing around who were watching the rape of the girl, were hot and flushed, all waiting their turn on her helpless form.
Slowly, the first of the ravishers climbed off her body, leaving her sprawled and sobbing completely immobile on the bed. Her legs lay spread obscenely apart. She had no strength left to even close them.
The indignities to her were far from finished, however. The next man was already to take her. Excited beyond the point where the other men could control themselves, she was raped several times in succession until she lay half-conscious on the bed.
She was then forced to her knees, her buttocks stretched apart. The smooth, supple skin pulled aside to uncover the tight unyielding elastic orifice of her rectum. One after the other the men forced themselves, with considerable difficulty into the back channel of her body.
The girl was almost insane with humiliation and pain, sobbing uncontrollably. Why hadn't someone done something to help her? Didn't the people downstairs reaHze what was going on, or was it that they just didn't care!
She was just beginning to relax, thinking that the massacre of her body had been finished,, when a short, fat man walked over to the side of the bed. He leered down at her helpless body and began to unzip the fly of his trousers.
"No, no, please ... no more." she moaned. But he ignored her pleas. A lewd grin of delight shining on his face.
"Sorry, I was a Httle late for the festivities, but the word's around downstairs that you're quite a Httle piece of tail, and I've come to get my share."
She looked at him horrified. What would this horrible, fat man do to her. She had been violated in every possible way already and she was so dazed that another would kill her!
But this man had other indignities in mind for her.
Suddenly there was a movement around her head and she could feel the mattress of the bed begin to sink under his heavy weight. His fingers were fumbling with her hps, trying to force them apart. She bit the intruding fingers and he stopped momentarily.
"You little bitch," his fingers began to force her mouth cruelly open. She opened her eyes slowly and saw him kneeling just above her head, his erect penis jerking and pulsing.
She was horrified by this fat little man as he played with himself, bringing his erect staff to complete fullness and his breath came rapidly.
"Now, my little one, you are going to kiss it, lick it," he breathed huskily.
The thought of this horrible little man's penis in her mouth made her feel nauseous, and she wanted to SGream. But before she could react, he forced her mouth open with his prying fingers and shoved his stiff, throbbing phallus against her unwilling mouth.
He lifted her head with the flat of his palm, forcing her face forward so that the head of his cock was burrowing between her hps. She tried to keep her teeth clenched together, but he was not to be denied, and with an extra jfhrust he forced his throbbing penis deep into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. She could feel the hugeness of his prick as it slithered back and forth up and down the length of her tongue, filling her mouth completely with its thick fleshy hardness.
The man became more incited at the view of his penis being completely devoured by this lovely young girl as his hands held her head immobile in a vice-like grip.
She struggled against the cruel, obscene rape of her mouth, but it was useless as he quickened his thrusts in and out of this orifice. He never quite pulled it completely out of her hps and she thought that she would choke for lack of air, but he plunged on unheedingly to her stifled moans.
She closed her eyes again, not being able to stand the humiliation to which she was being subjected. She felt numb, void of feeling, m.:nb to everything that was happening around her. In a trance-like state she heard the man commanding her, "Suck it, baby. Suck it, nice!"
She obeyed unthinkingly. She was afraid of the further pain she may have to endure if she did not obey his every command. Her hps slowly began to nibble at the thrusting instrument, and she choked and sputtered at first until she became accustomed to the unn?+ural rape of her mouth. She tried not to think about what was happening, but everytime he pushed forward deeper into her throat, she could feel his testicles bouncing against her chin in a cruel, depraved reminder of what was happening to her.
The saliva in her mouth grew and grew. It was becoming slightly sticky now as tiny emissions of fluid seeped from the end of his wildly thrusting cock.
She could feel his hips straining and wriggling below her bobbing head as though he were in the last spasmodic thrust of passion before his climax.
"Oh god," she thought. He can't cum in my mouth, I'll be sick!
His fingers were now planted firmly into her hair, forcing her head up and down over the end of his pulsating, fleshy rod as though it were just another vagina into which he was about to spew his hot sperm, in animal lust. His eyes bore down on her watching the flesh of her hps clasped tightly around him.
She could feel the stretching and expanding of his cock inside her mouth until she thought she could take no more of this massive staff. She moaned pitiously, and had never felt so helplessly used and debauched in her life.
She began to suck his throbbing instrument harder, trying to culminate this terrible rape of her mouth as quickly as possible. There was nothing else that she could do. He was not going to show her any mercy and she knew it. She just hoped that he was the last one who would make demands on her aching, violated body.
Suddenly, the man jerked his hips, .sinking the full length of his cock deep into her gasping throat. She fought to breathe, but it was hopeless as suddenly his sperm erupted in the warm wet interior of her sucking cavern. Obscenities rushed from his lips as his hot, thick liquid squirted into her throat. She sucked and swallowed, draining all of the hot sperm from his penis, trying to deflate his rod and relax the pressure in her mouth. It seemed to last for an eternity, her mouth was filled with the pungent taste of his sperm and lust. Finally it jerked one last long jerk and softened beneath her swirling tongue. She lost consciousness and was unaware of the soft, slimy fleshy rod as it slipped wetly out from between her lip. The fat, Httle man fell backwards on the headboard, completely, sadistically satisfied.
It was hours later when she awakened. She looked around the room, confused at first, then realizing where she was and remembering exactly what had happened.
What had happened to Robert? Hadn't he worried when she disappeared from the party and gone upstairs. Evidently not, she thought exhaustedly, or he would have come after me. Perhaps, he was involved in a Httle orgy of his own. This was some group! She guessed that she had been provided especially for the evening's entertainment. Well, she would get her due out of it if it took an orgy every night for a year!
Slowly and achingly she walked to the bathroom and washed her sperm-stained and bruised body and got dressed. She could still hear music coming from the den downstairs, and wondered if the party could possibly still be going on. She heard faint giggles coming from several of the rooms on the second floor, but they came from obvious love-making and not from the party festivities.
After fixing her makeup and brushing her hair, she started down the stairs to the first floor. As she reached the bottom landing, she could smell a strange odor coming from the direction of the den. She stopped momentarily, took a deep breath and realized that it was the sweet, pungent odor of marijuana or hash.
So that's what has been going on! No wonder no one came to help me-they could all care less!
She walked into the den, completely unnoticed by anyone. Everyone seemed to be in a trance, just listening to the music and purring leisurely on the "joints" that were being passed around from person to person.
She knew that a lot of people did smoke pot, there were always articles in the San Francisco papers about the hippy raids and marijuana, hashish and "speed", but she had never really tried it herself.
The room was filled with a sickening sweet smell, and she was still a bit dizzy from the drinks, regardless of the gangbang that had taken place on her body. She searched through the smoke-filled room to find Robert. She found him sitting next to a very attractive brunette and obviously engrossed with her charms.
Well, at least he's still here, she thought. She couldn't see any of the men who had savagely ravished her upstairs, not even the drama critic.
Perhaps they have left, or else they have some other poor girl cornered in another part of the house. This was no longer her problem and slowly, but surely, she was beginning to regain her composure after her nightmare experience.
She chose a seat next to a fairly attractive man who was just taking a "tote" on the cigarette. Unconsciously he passed it to her. She paused for a moment and then took a drag of the raggedly rolled tobacco. She held the smoke in her lungs for as long as possible. She had learned that this was the proper way to smoke a "Joint," cupping her hand around the cigarette and losing no more of the precious smoke as was avoidable. The fumes were acrid and she had to fight back a fit of coughing. After a few more tries, however, she began to get the jist of it and she could feel her head getting fighter. A curious, slowing down of time occurred. It required a terrific effort just to turn her head from side to side. She smoked the reefer down to the last half inch and then crushed its remains in an ashtray.
The man sitting next to her asked, "How does it feel?" His words seemed to be coming from a very long way away. Her mouth felt hot and stale. Hundreds of important, but disconnected thoughts were flooding her mind, rushing through her brain so quickly that she found it impossible to catch hold of any of them for more than a moment.
"I'm fine ... okay," she said slowly, falling backwards to rest on one elbow.
"I didn't realize it worked so quickly," she murmured.
"It ought to," the man smiled. "It's very expensive stuff, the best you can buy!" He put his hand on her knee, his fingers rubbing lightly. "This is the first time you've turned on, isn't it?"
She nodded. She felt wonderful, glowing inside with confidence, wisdom and tranquility, but she didn't want to talk, she just wanted to sit there very quietly and commune with herself.
What seemed to be hours later, a hand was firm on her shoulder. "You're tripping too far out, you'd better let me take you home."
She looked up and saw an attractive middle-aged man standing over her. She had seen him talking with Robert earlier, but had no idea who he was, and she didn't care in her euphoric state.
He gripped her arm and steered her out onto the street. "I didn't expect it to knock you out like that! You look half stoned! Where are you staying?" he asked.
Carolyn shook her head, all of a sudden she couldn't remember. It had just been a matter of hours since she had arrived in New York and so much had happened. Now, the marijuana had left her completely uncaring and senseless. It was all she could do to even remember, l|er own name.
"You'd better come home with me, in that case," he told her. "I dread to think what would happen to you if I turn you loose in that state.
By the way, my name is Bill Sanderson. I saw you with Robert Jarvis, earlier, right?"
"I'm okay, really. I feel great." The words reverberated in her head, spinning and echoing through her mind in never-ending whirlpools of profundity. She looked at the street lights. They seemed to be flickering and shining like highly-colored searchlights. Everything was heightened, the sound her heels made on the sidewalk, the rustle of her dress as it blew softly against her legs. She passed the short walk to Bill's apartment in a bewildered, but terrific state of awe. The riotous fairyland of colored lights on the passing cars and busses hypnotised her.
When Bill led her into his room, her marr ana intoxication had settled down into a blissful, totally relaxed glow that seemed to hover around her like an angelic aura. She was growing used to the state of mind it produced now and found that she was able to control the effects which it induced. She looked around, her eyes taking in the untidy, disordered room. Books were scattered everywhere, records, in and out of their jackets, littered the floor, ashtrays were full and overflowing and the cheap carpet was burned in several places by cigarette butts.
Bill tipped a pile of books off the sofa and sat down next to Carolyn.
"Would you like to hear some music under it?" he asked. She nodded slowly and he picked up a record at random from the pile on the floor and slipped it onto the stereo. In a moment, she heard strange, discordant sounds filling the small room.
"What's that?" she asked. The chords were becoming slowly familiar to her, though she was certain that she'd never heard the music before. The notes were stretched out to almost infinite length, suddenly cutting off. Harsh, driving percussion bit into the silences of the pianos.
"It's Bartok," he said. "The sonata for two pianos and percussion. Do you like it?" Again, she nodded. They sat in silence until the record ended. "It even sounds better under LSD," he said. "Have you ever tried that?" She shook her head.
"You really are from the sticks, aren't you?" he said teasingly.
Despite the bolstering effect of the "pot," she felt her face turning red. "I'd hardly say that," she said defensively. "I'm here in New York to do a play with Robert Jarvis, and I've lived in San Francisco before that. That's hardly the sticks."
"Hey," he said, putting his finger over her lips. "What's this all about. I was just teasing you." He rubbed his finger slowly along her mouth, pushing it lightly against her teeth.
"Besides, I'm trying to help you, aren't I?" He moved a bit closer to her and he began to draw her toward him.
"You know, I like you! I could get to like you a lot more____"
Bill put his other arm around her neck pulling her face down onto his. He kissed her gently at first, working his hps against her mouth until she felt herself mellowing and responding. His fingers caressed her cheek, curling around the lobe of her ear and tickling gently at her neck. Finally he pulled his mouth away, giving her a quick gentle bite on the neck.
"There! That's much friendlier, isn't it?" he asked.
He bent down and put another record on. This one was even more advanced. A piano, apparently tinkled at random, accompanied by a barrage of odd-sounding percussion. He leaned back and put his arm around her again, snapping off the fight and leaving the room lit only by the faint flow from an electric fireplace.
His arm tightened around her shoulder and he cuddled her in a warm embrace. Her apprehensive mood passed as rapidly as it had come. A feeling of great tenderness came over her, a feeling of belonging.
He kissed her again, this time forcing her back until she lay full length on the sofa bed. He stretched out beside her, one leg resting between her thighs.
They kissed deeply, tongues meeting in a wet, intimate merge. Her eyes were closed tightly and she could feel the throb of the music pass into her body and become part of her desire. She could feel his penis beginning to stiffen, pushing through his trousers and pulse gently against her thigh. Even through the slacks, she could imagine that it was throbbing against her bare skin!
He reached down the front of her dress until his fingers cupped the hard, heavy swell of her breast. He squeezed the firm, resilient mound familiarly through the thin, scanty covering of her brassiere, rubbing his fingers teasingly at the rising bud of the nipple.
She stirred slightly in his arms and her hands left him. He felt her brassiere pull away easily as he tugged at it, spilling her milky white breasts succulently out of the cups and his other hand groped to pull the flimsy covering completely away from her body.
His fingers sank eagerly into her bared, rounded breasts, both hands fondling and caressing their fullness. His hands were simply not large enough to completely encompass them, so he contented himself with raking large fingerfuls of the soft, white orbs, burying his hands completely in the small, hard-nippled peaks.
The thrill of handling Carolyn's large nipples, caressing the quivering red stalks over and over again, so engrossed him that he was completely unaware that she had unbuttoned his shirt and was running her long, skillful fingers across his own chest. The sudden tingle as she scratched her nails into his nipples made him ttvist and gouge into her mammoth breasts withi, sudden, renewed fury.
She played briefly with his chest, then slid her hand downwards, unfastening his belt and zipping his fly open. All thoughts of the gang of men she had just taken on were gone from her dope-dimmed mind. He raised himself slightly, helping her to pull his trousers off. She slid her caressing fingers up the inside of his thigh, finally closing them over the throbbing bulge of his penis. It pulsed wildly through his thin shorts and she slowly pulled them down, lifting the elastic band carefully over his hot, rigid staff.
His penis burst gratefully out of its confinement, sticking up rigidly, jerking in the air, against his stomach. She gently closed her hand around it, beginning to ride the loose foreskin up and down. She pulled the skin tightly over the crown, then let it slide back again to reveal the smooth, pink head throbbing gently in the air.
Again, she raised the foreskin ... down again ... repeating the action with ever faster strokes of her tightly holding fingers.
Bill released one of her breasts so that he could feel the rounded curve of her bottom. He worked his hand underneath the girl's body until it closed over the cheek of one proudly jutting buttock. He rubbed his fingers all over the tightly clothed cheek, glorying in the loose supple feel of the beautiful rounded ass.
"Mmmmmmmmm," she whispered into his mouth. She moved her hps a fraction of an inch away from his so that she could murmur to him.
"Your cock feels so hard, darling. What would you like to do with it? Mmmmmmm?"
He shivered expectantly. Carolyn was rubbing his cock up and down furiously and he could see her eyes shining in the faint glow from the fire.
He let a finger steal into the crease of her buttocks, rubbing along the warm, wet indentation with firm, lusty strokes.
"You know damn well what I want to do with it." he told her, huskily. His voice seemed to be coming from a long way away. It didn't seem to belong to him at all!"
Carolyn made her fingers slide smoothly over the very tip of his penis. She caressed the crown in a tantalising, slow-motion action, rubbing across the tiny opening at the end.
"You want to put it in there?" she asked in a throaty whisper, meaning the place where he had been stroking her.
He couldn't trust himself to speak. He nodded urgently at her. She wriggled herself out of his arms and jumped to her feet.
"Wait just a minute," she murmured. The marijuana had unleashed a new brazen, bold desire in her. She could feel a tightening grow between her legs and she wanted to be screwed, screwed properly, endlessly! And ... she found herself almost wishing she were back in the room with all those men now.
He watched as she slipped out of her dress, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. She\ moved slowly, parading in front of him, teasingly. She which cut tantalizingly into the soft marble flesh was dressed only in her stockings and garter belt of her thighs.
She felt extremely sexy and knew that she was driving him to a frenzied peak of sexual desire by her slow striptease. The marijuana, instead of numbing her senses the way alcohol did, was actually stimulating her. She was certain of it. Everything that was happening to her was enhanced, given an increased dimension-a mixture of sight, sound and smell. She could feel her senses expanding in a luxurious unveiling of hitherto unknown sensual delights.
The pale red glow from the fire gave her bare breasts a tinge of flame-like splendor. She locked her hands behind her neck, making them protrude out even more prominently. She shook her shoulders slightly and her full firm globes v*ob-bled from side to side, swaying sensously in the half fight. She posed like that for what seemed to him to be an eternity. Finally she came over to him, taking her place on the couch beside his half-nude body.
His penis was jerking wildly against his body, erect and ready, ready to be satisfied. The burning sensation in his loins had to be quenched.
She offered her body to him once more, this time without the distraction of clothing.
He took her breasts in his hands again, lifting and rubbing them carefully. It seemed as if he had all the time in the world. There was not the slightest need to hurry. He teased her nipples, pressing them in his fingers, flicking them so that they bounced on her white fleshy breasts in a slight jiggling motion.
Carolyn returned her fingers to their caressing of his penis, taking the thick, pulsing shaft in her hand and massaging it tenderly.
She put his cock between her thighs, squeezing them together firmly on either side of the trapped, throbbing weapon. Gyrating her hips in a slow, sensual grind, she made his manhood leap heatedly against the firm, soft flesh of her loins, the softness of her pubic hair brushing teasingly against the head.
His legs were pressed tightly against hers, his penis swallowed up completely between her soft, clasping thighs.
He pinched the enormous cherries of her breasts between his thumb and forefinger, gently at first, then very hard, until she moaned in pain.
She moved against him, pressing her mouth onto his, kissing him wetly, her pink tongue darting quickly against his teeth.
He could feel his penis sliding backwards and forwards against the vee of her loins, slipping sexually in a sideways motion up and down on the swollen hps of her vagina. Fires burnt brightly in his brain. He felt himself beginning to lose all control. Pushing fiercely at her body, he withdrew his cock from her thighs, not Wanting to cum now and end their love making before he had fucked her the way he wanted to.
He grabbed her arms, forcing her to turn over onto her belly. He lowered himself down on her, pointing his shaft between the supple, smooth cheeks of her buttocks. He let his penis throb and jerk softly against the tight quivering crease and had to fight back the sadistic urge to plunge deep into her without any preparation at all.
She moaned softly beneath him, her body bucking slightly against the hardness of his manhood. His hands began to massage the softness of her buttocks, slowly separating the cheeks so that he could have access to the tiny, elastic hole hidden there. He pushed his penis against the tight orifice, clamping her supple bottom rigidly apart, hands on both ample cheeks, staring down, fascinated by her exposed rear passage.
He took his penis in both hands, steering it carefully into her back entrance, and pushed slowly against the resisting opening.
"Aaaaaghhhhh," she gasped. She was still sore from the evening's earlier violations against her, but she still wanted him. Her desire had mounted to such a height that nothing mattered except that he fuck her ... no matter how he did it!
He found the tiny opening and began to ram harder and harder into her rectum. His own buttocks clenched and unclenched as he began to drive it into the tight, resisting hole as though his life depended on it. His face contorted into a raging mask of sudden passion and desire.
She gasped and moaned, but offered no resistance despite the difficulties and obvious pain she was suffering. She merely squirmed her bottom back up onto his striving cock, aiding him as much as she could.
"Don't worry about hurting!" she gasped. "It doesn't matter. Just get it in! Please, please, aaggghhhhhh, darling. Get it in!"
His lust was maddened even further by her compliance and demands on his body. He forced the head of his penis firmly up into the pursed orifice of her rectum.
The sounds of the cacophonous music seemed to fill his head, the strident discords and the relentless, crazed percussion drove him on in his mad quest for satisfaction.
He bore down on her, twisting the white resilient cheeks of her ass cruelly apart, feverishly kissing her bare white shoulders.
His penis stuck and he had to push harder and with a quick hip thrusting stab he worked it into her a little more, inching his remorseless way into her tightly gripping buttocks.
Then, at last he penetrated her completely.
With a last buttock flattening shove he drove his cock all the way into the clinging orifice, feeling it sink deeper and deeper into her up-tilted rectum.
She was writhing in agony underneath him. It hurt like fire, but she was in ecstasy ... a lovely, sensual pain tearing through her loins.
He remained fully imbedded deep inside her for a few minutes until he got his breat i back. He was dizzy and panting with the heat of the obscene struggle he had just gone through. Then, slowly, he began to climb back up the hills of his desire, easing his shaft carefully out of her buttocks, pausing, then driving it deeply into her again... again... more... and again.
He found his rhythm and she began to raise and lower her buttocks under him, helping him to give her rectum a long, ecstatic, fucking. He stroked the lovely curves of her bottom, feeling intense pleasure grip his body as he kneaded and caressed the luscious white mounds hollowing and jerking in front of his very eyes.
Carolyn's hands slipped down to, her vagina and she began to insert her fingers into the moist vulnerable opening. She could feel his cock through the thin membrane as she fingered herself. She could feel him as he surged in and out of her tight, fragile rectum.
He could also feel her fingers as they slowly began to move inside her denied vagina. They caressed his pulsing knob through the thin layer of skin which separated her rectum from her vaginal passage. It maddened him, sending waves of hot, violent lust beating through his body. He speeded the in and out tempo of his cock into her back passage. It tore viciously into the tight, resisting channel, making her groan and moan in masochistic urgent cries that begged him not to stop.
"Fuck me ... harder ... don't stop, don't stop, not yet!" she moaned under him, as her hips thrust back at his grinding pelvis in lustful fury.
He felt a sudden desire to join her fingers inside her vagina. He left the fondling of her buttock cheeks reluctantly and slid both hands beneath her thighs, feeling the superbly soft flesh on the inside of her legs.
His hands joined hers and he gripped her wrists tightly to let her know that she was to keep her own fingers where they were. Then he began to ease his forefinger into the well lubricated slit alongside of her. He could feel the intriguing button of her clitoris under his thumb, and he gave the erect point an intimate press, making the hardness squash back against the fleshy inner Hps of her vagina.
"Oh daddy! Oh god!" she whispered. "Harder ... please... fuck me harder!"
Obediently, he urged his cock even more savagely into her rectum. He could feel her breath, hot and sweet on his face.
"That's right, darHng! Oh god, it's so-tight! So fucking tight!" he moaned.
His fingers, working with hers in her open vagina, were suddenly and without warning an-nointed with her wet hot fluid cascading around their thrusting hands.
He could feel the tightening within nis own loins and he was about to burst. Hisv testicles were about to explode. It was impossible to resist any longer! The urge to send his sperm shooting deep into her tight rear orifice was overwhelming. The engulfing walls of her rectum were clinging tightly to his penis and he launched himself violently on an uncontroUable, unstoppable trip to eternity.
"Aaaagggggghhhhhh, yes, yes, yes. Here I cum ... now. I'm filling you! I'm filHng you!"
She thrust her hips back against him, totaUy impaling herself on his massive rod and they rocked out their cHmaxes together.
Maybe it was the pot, she thought, but never before had she experienced so intense and so prolonged an orgasm!
His hot, desperate sperm boiled out of him and into her waiting buttocks, gushing, jetting, filling her to capacity.
She fitted her hips right off the bed to receive every bit of his tribute, clenching her buttocks, clamping them possessively around the thick, powerful stalk that impaled her to the hilt.
When he had finished she still wouldn't release his penis, keeping it securely jammed into her rectum with a tense locking of her muscles.
Only when his pulsing staff began to lose its stiffness, did she permit it to escape her.
She turned over to face him once more. He kissed the softness of her mouth, letting the fullness of her sweet, Hpsticked Hps press softly against his own.
The music had stopped long ago, but Carolyn's head was still filled with the marijuana. It was still working strongly, sending ecstatic, dreamy thoughts through her mind. Thoughts of the depraved sexual fantasies that had so recently become a reafity to her.
"It's not just the hash that made it so good, was it?" she asked him.
He smiled at her, ruffling her hair affectionately.
"It had better not be!" he answered. "I hope that / had something to do with it!"
"Oh, but it makes everything better," she sighed contently. "Music, sex ... even just sitting and thinking!"
He kissed her again, and she melted towards him.
They closed their eyes, neither of them wanting to talk. It was enough just to lie together, savoring the experience.
She could feel herself starting to drop off to sleep. She forced her eyes open. "Bill ..." she asked. Before she slept there was something she wanted to get settled, something important, something she might not have the nerve to say in the morning.
"Mmmmmmmmrrt," he answered.
She rubbed herself sleepily against him, her arms wound tightly around his waist.
"Can I move in here with you?" She waited breathlessly for his reply, her heart hammering. It meant so damned much to her. She hated that hotel room, though she had not even spent one night there, but she thought that living with him would be so much better... and unquestionably, more fun!
Bill opened his eyes and smiled at her.
"If you want to," he said. "If you really want to. But it can't be permanent, you know. I have lots of friends ... stay with me for a week if you like, see how things go." He looked at her seriously.
"There is a risk, you know," he went on. "I handle drugs and the police...."
She shook her head impatiently. "What kind of a creep do you think I am?" she demanded, suddenly beligerent. "I'm not afraid of the police. If you can take chances, so can I."
"Okay, okay," he soothed. "But don't say I didn't warn you. Now ... relax!"
A little sullenly, she curled up in his arms again. What did she care about the police-she wasn't scared of anything or anybody right now. Nothing could ever make her fearful! A renewed feeling of omnipotence surged through her and she enjoyed a timeless fantasy of power and glory before finally slipping into a dreamless, satisfied sleep.
Bill opened his eyes briefly when he felt her heavy, even breathing. He looked at her young, innocent face a little sadly. He wondered how long she'd last in the frantic dangerous circle which he himself knew so well. He also wondered how long he would continue to survive, and how long he wanted to survive....
The next day she went back to her dingy hotel room and started to pack the belongings which she had brought with her to New York when she heard herself being paged on the hallway speaker. Slowly she walked to the phone, knowing that it would be Robert wanting to know how she did last night. She didn't want to have to tell him about Bill, he wouldn't approve. After all, he had brought her to the East to further her career, for her to meet famous and influential people, not to go off and live with a n'eer-do-well, much less one who was involved with illegal sale of narcotics.
She wondered if Robert had met Bill or if he had known him from before. Evidently that set just kept him around for their supply of pot, hash and pills. He really didn't fit otherwise.
"Hello darling," the voice said. "Did you have a good and profitable time last evening? I didn't see you around for a few hours-who were you screwing?" His voice was calm, but she detected a slightly jealous tone to it. That's surprising, she thought to herself, I didn't think he cared who I screwed as long it would do me some good and in turn look good for him!
"I had a marvelous time, sweetheart. Met a lot of very interesting people as well as some very weird ones. New York certainly has their share, doesn't it?" She tried to fake a carefree laugh, hoping that he wouldn't detect that she was hiding something from him.
"Well, listen pet, I hate to give you such short notice, but the cast is getting together tonight, sort of a get-acquainted shindig, and, of course, you should be there. That is unless Samuel Gold-wyn or someone has asked you out, promising to take you back to the West Coast and make you a star! It always seems to happen that way, you know ... backwards."
She hesitated for a moment and said, "Sure Robert, I'll be there. What time?"
There would be plenty of time tonight to tell him about the new living arrangement she was contemplating. Maybe he would understand after all, but she rather doubted it. She would have to stop by Bill's apartment before she left to meet Robert and explain that she wouldn't be able to see him until later that night, or maybe not until the following morning. She thought about the passionate and brutal, yet tender love she had shared with him the night before and she felt a tensing between her legs just from the very thought. He was such a gentle lover and she didn't realize that she could feel such desire in so short a period of time, but he had aroused some hidden feelings that had been lying dormant inside her.
Her packing would have to wait until tomorrow because she barely had time to make herself presentable for whatever it was going to be tonight. The thought of another party, with a new group of pseudo-sophisticates, out and out phonies, with a scattering of some real high rollers was not the most enticing thought, but she would have to grin and bear (or bare) it, whatever the case may be!
She laughed to herself as she stepped into the shower. So this was New York, the big city, the city where she would make it or break it, regardless of whom she had to make it with! So far she hadn't seen too much of the sights, just the party and the dirty apartment that Bill called home.
She asked the man at the desk to call her a taxi which arrived moments later and she was ofi ... off to another festive evening. She said it to herself rather bitterly. Last evening was far from festive, unless you considered a gang bang a hell of a lot of fun. Some people must get their kicks that way, but one at a time for me, she mused.
Robert met her outside the theatre and gave her an affectionate squeeze on the arm and led her inside into a large room where everyone else was waiting. Some of the faces looked familiar and she wondered sardonically how many of them had been in on her gang fuck last evening. Maybe if all the men dropped their pants she would be able to tell one from the other. This thought struck her funny and she laughed out loud.
"What's so funny, sweet?" Robert asked. "Bid I do something to amuse you?"
"No, it's nothing, really. I was just thinking out loud and it struck me funny. Remind me to tell you about it later."
The cast of characters were all standing around trying to impress each other wifih their various credits of on-Broadway and off-Broadway performances, probably none of which were entirely true.
She turned to Robert, "This whole world is a lot of tinsel, isn't it?" He detected a note of bitterness in her tone.
"Really now. What has made you change your mind about theatre people all of a sudden? I can remember when you were happy if someone introduced you to the Stage Manager of a second-rate theatre."
T guess you're right. Fin just in a bum moocf today. Guess everything is happening too fast for a poor country girl like me!"
"You left the country a long time ago, sweetie, say starting when you met me!"
When everyone had arrived, Robert stood up and announced that after the meeting they were all going to a little coffee house in the Village for some relaxation and good jazz.
The Village! She had forgotten to tell Bill that she wouldn't be over tonight! Damn! Well, she would do it right after they were through here, and that shouldn't take too long.
About eleven o'clock everyone packed into cars and cabs and headed for Bleecker Street. She was amazed at all the people that were still walking on the streets at this hour, all of them seeming to be in such a hurry. Well, she would just have to adjust to this new way. She was glad that Bill didn't go at this rapid pace, he took each moment and each day as they came, neither hurrying or worrying about what was going to happen tomorrow.
The coffee house was dimly lit and she could hear the faint lilting of a clarinet and piano coming from one corner of the room. It took her eyes a few minutes to get used to the darkness, but she managed to find a table in one of the corners and waited for some of the others to join her.
Robert followed close behind, this time accompanied by a striking brunette who looked like she might be one of the dancers in the show if her legs had anything to do with it. They sat down and he ordered a coffee and brandy for everyone, introducing Carolyn to the beautiful woman who was Sara Gardner, a part-time model and actress. The rest of the time she was either married or being kept by someone, Robert explained.
She laughed at his light treatment of her rather unorthodox life and told Carolyn that it really wasn't exactly how it sounded. Although she had done rather well in her marriages, financially that was, she still liked to refer to herself as an actress purely from the ego standpoint, somehow it sounded better than the ex-Mrs. so and so.
"If there is anyone in town who can show you around from a woman's standpoint, Satfa is the gal to do it," he added.
"I'd be delighted to give you the low. down on where to go, where not to go and introduce you to some people who would be good for you to meet if you're interested."
"That would be a wonderful help. Honestly, I think that it is going to take me forever to get adjusted to this way oi life."
"Nonsense," she quipped. "All you need is a lot of guts, keep your legs open, and a man with a lot of money and you have it knocked! It's as simple as that!"
Carolyn could tell from the look that Robert gave her that this woman was definitely one she should become friendly with ... at all costs, so she made a luncheon date with her for the following day.
She had a strange feeling about Sara that she couldn't pinpoint, but she brushed it off without giving it too much further thought. It was probably just because she had met so many different people and she couldn't go around thinking that everyone was strange. Besides who was she to cast stones, her life was far from lily white and pure.
The next afternoon she met Sara at a small uptown restaurant on Third Avenue where they sat and drank martinis for several hours.
"Maybe it's none of my business," Sara interjected, "But Robert is a little concerned about your association with Bill Sanderson.... Oh yes, he saw you leave with him last night, he doesn't miss a trick, the sly bastard!"
She really didn't know what to say, but it really wasn't necessary as Sara went on to clarify her statement.
"You see, I used to know Bill very well and he had a habit of getting other people "on the habit" so to speak. Drugs are a dangerous thing, I know," she said, showing her some fading needle marks on her arm. "It isn't easy to break away from a scene like that. You become so desperate that you will do just about anything. Let me tell you what it's done to me! And brace yourself, because I'm not going to spare the details."
Her story began by telling Carolyn that she, too, had once been Bill's "girlfriend."
"He's a tough boy in his way ... very tough! When I got to know him I was a model. He had money and a certain zest for life, and I was crazy about him in a stupid way. I could see he was no good, but nonetheless I fell for him. He represented a life of fun and "I don't give a damn's." His money was coming illegally, this I knew, but I didn't know that he was going to treat me like dirt ... that there were many other women, that he'd knock me around, that he'd involve me in his "business."
"Even so, I put up with it, hating myself for doing it, but unable to break from the0 spell he seemed to have cast over me. At least that was until about three months ago when another sweet young thing, like you, came into his life and I was on my way out. Not that he wasn't generous, I do live very well, but somehow it doesn't compensate."
Carolyn just sat there, listening to what she was saying, not knowing what to think, it seemed unreal, but Sara continued.
"It all started very innocently, with a little pot, hash and bennies, but when I was ripe, he got me hooked and hooked but good.
"One afternoon when I was desperate for a fix, he introduced still another first into my life.
"We drove out to the country to this woman's house who had also developed an insatiable desire for the white stuff in order to make a drop. When we arrived the woman went to her bedroom to get the money for Bill and we followed her up the stairs. She went to pay him (I was getting mine for free since I was his girl), and Bill said, "We're getting a little tired of money, so we want a little performance."
"I stood there not quite realizing what he was going to insist upon, but I saw the fear in the other woman's eyes and recognized the power that he had over her. She had been "cold turkey" for about three weeks and she was desperate. Something had fouled up the last delivery and she had been without for a long time."
So Bill said, "You are going to put on a little show with Sara here," and he pushed me toward the woman. I couldn't believe it.
I protested, but he glared at me and said, "Okay by me, but there are plenty of other clients on the waiting list and how would you like to do without your supply?"
"Everything was happening so fast it was had to comprehend, but I realized that he had never been more serious. This was a side of Bill that I had never seen and I was scared. Also, I needed a fix so bad I couldn't see straight. I had no other choice."
"All right," I said, "what do you want me to do?"
"That's the girl," Bill went on. "Both of you get undressed and get on the bed, and this woman will do things to you! Not that she wants to, my love, but she needs what I have also," he laughed sadistically.
"I was nauseous and my mind cried out that I couldn't do it, but the craving I had developed turned the couldn'ts into musts."
"Finally I started to undress and Bill shouted for the other woman to help me and she came toward me and began to unbutton my blouse. The feel of another woman's hands on my breasts wanted to make me sick, but I stood there and let her fingers wander over my body."
"Bill, the bastard, sat back in an overstuffed chair, savoring every moment of this revolting display." L
"The woman unhooked my brassiere and flung it on the bed. We both stood there for a moment, then she began to fondle me, pinch the nipples of my breasts."
Sara looked at Carolyn, ashamed and hoped that she wasn't completely revolting the girl, but making her realize just how depraved this man with whom she was about to five could be.
"All right," Bill snarled at me, "let's see what she's got," and I had to start undressing the other woman. Her figure was beautiful, even I had to admit that and I just stared. She was full breasted, but thin and in perfect proportion. I could see why Bill wanted to view her wares!"
"Okay," Bill barked at me, "Lie down on the bed and open your legs wide."
"I was horrified that he would put me through this humiliation, this degradation, but I had to obey or I wouldn't get my fix."
"I lay on the bed with this other woman standing above me, completely nude also. She grabbed my legs and forced them wide open. I tried to resist, but she grabbed my knees, pressed them sharply apart, and exposed every bit of raw flesh!"
"I was in tears, completely humiliated." Then the woman said to me, "Don't cry, dear, it's not like you're going to be fucked by some vile, hard cock" and she began to run her hands over every part of my body. "Then I realized that she enjoyed this type of thing and there was nothing that I could do!"
"Get her excited," I heard Bill tell her, and her fingers began tickling up and down my thighs until they found my most intimate part and began to work on me with total abandon. The other woman was enjoying doing these things to me, and as much as I tried to fight it, I was reacting to her touch involuntarily! "It's scary when you realize that another one of your own sex can stimulate you and make your body ache with desire."
"Her fingers were working on my clitoris, sadistically twisting it until I thought I would go out of my mind. I found myself wanting her to do more to me, to satisfy the unleashed desire that was torturing me. I looked over at Bill and he was sitting there with a sadistic grin on his face and I could see the bulge of an unmistakable erection against his trousers."
"Her fingers began to move in and out of my open, moist vagina ... moist because I wanted to be satisfied, and the other woman knew it!"
"She's getting all excited ... really hot. Bet she didn't know she had such tendencies," I heard the other woman tell Bill. "It's difficult to explain, but there is some awful, perverse thrill in being treated this way."
A look of shock came over Carolyn. She couldn't believe that this beautiful woman was sitting across the table, nonchalantly sipping a martini and telling her the most intimate details of a lesbian experience; even if it was forced!
"I know," Sara said, "it seems hard to believe, but it's true and I'm telling you 'tBis for your own good."
Carolyn wasn't so sure that Sara wasn't getting some sort of a thrill out of telling the story!
Sara continued, "Her fingers were torturing me, exciting me to the breaking point, yet I tried to fight it then thought, 'what the hell, why should I,' and I began to react to her persistent, eager touch."
"She's opening up wide," the woman told Bill. "She's beginning to enjoy it. She'd really be a good screw!"
"Christ... christ!" Bill murmured.
Again I tried to get control of myself, feeling a sudden wave of shame at my position in front of him and her obscene studying and fingering of me.
"I tried to force my legs together, but it was no good. I ached with longing and I had let my emotions go too far to check them-then."
"She's wet ... very wet," the woman added, and thrust a finger deep into my vagina, fingering me roughly and causing me to push my thighs up toward her intrusion. Every word the two of them said only added to my desire, my longing. She explored every inch of my vagina, and then moved her hands to my buttocks. Her fingers were wet from my love juices and she forced a finger deep into my rectum. The pain doubled the perversity of the pleasure, believe me, and I could no longer help myself."
"Her mouth came down on my breasts, sucked at the nipples and teased the supple flesh around them. I was squirming under the disgusting, terrible and unbelievable degradation, but I was beyond the point of caring. My body was jacknifing beneath the other woman, demanding to be satisfied."
"I opened my eyes and saw Bill standing above me with a camera." He was taking photographs of my undulation, my sex-starved body, my passion. I watched him go to the end of the bed and lower the camera to get a picture of my open, and aching vagina, his face twisted in sadistic pleasure. He took several pictures of me while I was caught up in the throes of my passion.
"I was completely lost and I couldn't do anything about it. The pressure which was growing in my loins was becoming more and more intense. I pushed my hips up at the woman, forcing her ringer to work more rapidly inside me and finally I couldn't contain myself any longer."
"They watched me while I choked out this perverted climax, enjoying every humiliation they had made me suffer."
"I saw Bill coming toward me, the bulge in his pants was huge. I knew how big he was, but I had never seen the look he had in his eyes before. I was afraid of him... really afraid." -
"He made the other woman leave the room and then took off his clothes and walked around like a proud peacock, his penis jerking up at his stomach in all its massive, terrible glory, and he began to play with himself."
"Finally, he came at me and began to slap me ... not really that hard, but it did hurt and caused a few bruises on my breasts and stomach. I tried to avoid his thrashing, but he took off his belt then and began flailing wildly at me with one hand while the other was pinning me to the bed."
"I felt sick and rolled over to vomit, but he wouldn't allow it. His passion and lust was beginning to mount and he dragged my legs fully apart and threw himself on me. He didn't bother with anything except shoving his hard prick completely inside me with the first thrust! He was a savage, a complete animal. I couldn't believe that his was the same tender lover I had known before."
"Finally he finished with me ... his masochism satisfied and he walked out, leaving me there to try to pull myself back together and somehow, someway get home."
"Not a very pretty story, is it?"
Carolyn was dumbfounded, unable to make any comment at all. She wasn't sure whether or not to believe this incredible story or not but it sounded plausible. After all, he had not taken her naturally either. She gulped down the rest of her martini and ordered another double and tried to comprehend the whole, bizarre thing.
She finished as quickly as she could, and shak-ingly told Sara, "Thank you for the lunch and the story, I just don't know what to say right now. I'll talk to you later."
She walked out into the afternoon sunlight and hailed a cab and headed for Bill's apartment in the Village.
She found him at home, sitting around with several of his friends and as she looked at the group she wondered if they, too, were in on all of these perversions, that is, if they really existed. Bill stood up and gave her a warm hug.
"Hi there, sweetheart," he said, "I thought maybe you had changed your mind about moving in."
His smile and manner was as warm as it had been the first night and she couldn't imagine him beating anyone or forcing them into such a position as he had done with Sara.
She pulled his arm and led him into the kitchen.
"Darling, there is something I want to ask you," she stammered.
"Sure, anything, sweet thing."
"Do you know a woman named Sara Gardner?"
"Where did you meet that bitch," he almost shouted at her.
"That's not important, but she told me some strange things about you. Not just about the dope, because I knew that, but other things. Are they true?" - ;
"Well, sweetheart, you'd have to tell me' what she told you ... which is likely to be aivvthing. She is very bitter against me. She's a juhjae, you know and beneath all that beautiful veneer as desperate and perverted as they come."
"Listen ..." he said, almost annoyingly. "I supply the satisfactions for their cravings, I don't create the desire for the stuff, okay? I told you this was not a nice business, so if you're going to get all upset and nervous about my livelihood, you'd better find another pad."
She didn't go into any details concerning the rest of the incredible story that Sara had told her, she wrote it off as sour grapes and bitterness.
In much better spirits she left the apartment and told Bill that she would be back that evening with her clothes.
"Bye, darling... see you later."
Carolyn had now been living with Bill for a month. During that time two important things had happened to her. First, she had grown steadily disenchanted with the set in which he moved. The poets, painters, writers and musicians seemed to live in an entirely different world from her. They spoke a language she didn't understand, and somehow couldn't learn no matter how hard she tried to understand them.
It wasn't just a jargon, of course. Though Carolyn found their "hippie" talk peculiarly alien to her, their whole outlook on life, and in particular, their attitude toward her, was repellent to her. They weren't at all sympathetic, they didn't make any attempt to put her at ease in their company. It was quite a change from the set Robert had introduced her to-they had accepted her without question.
She was beginning to realize that her predetermined ideas of what life in the LSD set was like were very wrong.
They, or at any rate, the particular people she met through Bill, simply weren't interested in any kind of success, artistic, theatrical, or commercial, they couldn't care less! The fringe benefits of their way of love still appealed enormously to her. The drugs, the easy-going attitude to sex held a fascination, but their total disinterest in any other aspects of life she found oddly frightening. It unsettled her to realize that these people, the ones she'd tried to pattern her own personality on, lived only for day-to-day kicks.
Their derisory attitude to money and fame she could understand-slightly, but total nihilism! She shrank back from so utter a disinvolvement.
She was doing extremely well in the play and was becoming well known among the actors and actresses in the Broadway set, but the people with whom she associated through Bill seemed to totally disregard her success. She was used to the limelight and this attitude she foundjannoy-ing.
She sat at the rickety table glaring ai Bill. He seemed oblivious to her, lost in the 'intricate sounds of the music. He was great in bed, she had to admit that, and during the month she'd spent with him, she hadn't once had sex with anyone else. She could feel her head spinning with indecision-should she leave him and find other pastures. It seemed to be the obvious solution. Now that she had her foot in the door of the theatre, she could easily meet other theatrical people, perhaps not as far out as Bill, but the type of person she'd feel more comfortable with.
She decided to wait at least until tomorrow before committing herself to a course of action. They were holding a party tonight which would almost certainly last until dawn. She would see how she felt after that. Maybe her mood of anger and irritability would have passed after a few sticks of "pot."
As usual, at their parties, no alcohol would be served. None of Bill's friends used it, preferring the less-harmful stimulus of marijuana. A few of them, Bill included, planned to turn on with LSD cubes soon after the party got going. She hadn't taken a trip yet though Bill kept urging her to. She told him (and herself) that she didn't feel ready to plunge into such an awesome experience yet, but they both knew that she was simply terrified of going under the powerful psychedelic.
She had sat on three occasions with Bill and the way he'd exposed himself under the drug and the experience had mortified her. She hadn't ralized that you revealed yourself so intimately on LSD, not only to yourself, but frequently to the people who were taking care of you. She didn't think she'd ever be ready to undergo so shattering an experience. This was the big difference between them. Bill's "people" as she called them, did anything for kicks, including morning glory seeds, mescalin, nutmeg. A few were junkies, hooked hopelessly on heroin and cocaine!
She looked over at Bill again. He seemed to be able to shut himself off completely from her, ignoring her presence as if she were a piece of furniture. She opened the script to the play she was doing and re-read it. It's great, she muttered to herself! I know I'm going to do well. There's some great stuff in it. The writing is terrific, the characters come alive____
Then her thoughts stopped suddenly, like a slap across the face. Just who was she trying to convince!
Carolyn stood over in the corner pretending to read some record jackets as the people started to arrive. Not that they paid any attention to her anyway!
A few she'd met before gave her a perfunctory nod of a "hi," but most of them started immediately to roll home-made "cigarettes," The room was soon thick with the sweet, ^lightly nauseous smoke of hashish. They sat - on the floor, cross-legged, talking in quiet, but intense voices. Someone had brought a set of bongo drums along and he was tapping them softly, accompanying a record of "Watermelon Man" which was playing at low volume.
The room filled up quickly. Although there were only about ten of them altogether including Bill and herself, the area was so small that it was difficult to move without stepping on somebody. Not that there was very much movement, apart from Bill occasionally changing the records and periodic visits to the head down the hall, they were all content to sit, smoke and talk.
She listened to them, heard familiar names being dropped-Ginsburg, Leary, Burroughs, etc. She felt excluded from the conversations because, although she'd read the work of most of the writers they'd mentioned, they seemed to know so much more about them than she did. It was the same with music, the drug scene, the artists. They were always one step ahead of her.
"... fantastic new epic poem," a boy on her right was saying. He looked somewhat like Bill, the same untidy brown hair, an animated mouth with particularly full lips. She stared at him. He was just lighting up his second reefer, his pupils already the merest pin-points.
"It runs over one hundred pages," he went on. "It's the best thing he's ever written. I'm the only one who's read it so far but I'm sure he'll let you see a copy! Hey Dick!"
A blond-bearded expatriate Englishman looked up. "Is it okay if Bill reads the poem?" He nodded vaguely and went back to his own conversation.
"Is it going to be published?" Carolyn heard herself ask.
The boy glanced at her, puzzled. Bill visibly suppressed a smile. "Hell, no," the boy said. "Why should he want to publish it? He'll probably have a few copies made for friends. Who wants to put great stuff like that on the market for the squares to read?" He laughed. "Oh, I see! You were just kidding. Sorry, it's the hash-for a minute there I thought you were serious!"
"What's wrong with publishing anything, anyway?" she demanded, rather belligerently. "Unless you're afraid of criticism, why shouldn't you commumcate with a wider audience?" She was wound up now, but she could feel Bill tugging at her arm in an effort to stop her words. She ignored him, she felt adamant about her thoughts and she hadn't even taken a tote on the joint yet.
She was glad that she hadn't, because she knew that it was really her that was speaking, not the effects of a drug.
"I'm doing something constructive. I'm in a play on Broadway right now! Well, come on! Tell me! Why shouldn't I use my talent to make some money and be famous?" " :
They were all regarding her silently and she realized that she had been almost shou i^g the last sentences at the top of her voice. Even the bongo player had paused to look up at her, quizzically. She turned her head away from them, slowly lowering herself to the floor. Gradually, the conversations were resumed, the bongos began to patter again, the boy next to her shrugged at her and started talking to Bill on a different subject.
She picked up a book from Bill's vast collection of paperbacks-most of them stolen from unwary 42nd Street bookshops, and pretended to read.
A little later, she heard Bill say: "Well, I think it's time to take a little trip!" She saw him walk through the kitchenette, open the small refrigerator and come back with three foil-wrapped sugar cubes. He unpeeled them, gave one lump to the poet, one to a girl who was across the room and popped the third piece in his mouth. They dissolved quickly, washed down with a glass of water.
He sat down again, ran his tongue slowly over his hps, then lifted his hands in front of his face and watched his fingers tremble slightly.
"Funny," he said. "I always get the shakes after taking LSD. The first fifteen minutes are the worst, waiting for the stuff to work." He made himself comfortable, slipping a cushion beneath his head and stretched out full-length on the floor.
The fellow named Dick pulled an untidy, grubby sheaf of papers out of his jacket pocket. She guessed that it was the famous "Epic poem." He began to read aloud from it, the bongo player tapping out soft, intricate rhythms as an improvised accompaniment. The whole room fell silent. Bill reached out and switched the record player off. They all listened intently, straining their ears to catch the whispered reading of the poet.
Oh brother, she thought. I've heard some weird stuff before, but this has to be the funkiest poem ever!
She unobtrusively made herself a joint. She inhaled deeply, the grass burned down quickly. Dick's poem went on and on, casting a hypnotic spell on the room. The words made no ordinary sense, but they conjured up a strange succession of other world images in Carolyn's mind. She could feel herself being deeply moved by the rhythms of the poem, the half-smothered beat of the bongos adding to, rather than distracting from their oddly meaningful incantations.
She smoked the hash stick right down until it nearly burned her fingers. She had taken at least one reefer a night since meeting Bill and she knew the state of mind they induced very well. She let her eyes close, relaxing in the wonderful feeling of wellbeing that was slowly, beautifully stealing over her.
In a moment of sudden clarity, she understood why Dick had no intention of trying to get his poem published. It was impossible to put it into words, but the knowledge was ultimate, and the reasons beyond question. She wished witn;all her heart that she hadn't spoken to them in that stupid, short-sighted, and for lack of a better way, "Square" way. If only this insight had come to her before she'd opened her mouth. However, that could never be erased and she felt (or was it the hashish which was feeling for her?) that she couldn't be more certain of anything. She felt as if she had betrayed not only herself, but Bill, Dick and all the others who made up the unattached group. It was stupid to call them a group, really. They were individuals, belonging to nothing and nobody but themselves. That was the whole point!
Then abruptly, without warning, Dick stopped reading. The poem obviously hadn't been read in full as he still held a thick wad of unrecited fines, but his eyes had closed and he slowly let the rest of his poem fall in scattered sheets to the floor. He sank down himself curling up in a foetal position, his head buried in his hands. The LSD was taking effect!
Bill, too, was beginning to make quiet moaning noises. He lay quite still, though his body was trembling slightly. The girl with whom Bill had had a brief exchange was also reacting to the drug. She let her head slump sideways onto her shoulder. Her mouth opened slightly and her eyes began to take on a wide, staring, wondering look. It was very different from the glazed, sleepy eyes of the hashish smokers.
She had been disappointed when sitting with Bill on the previous occasions when he'd taken LSD because, although later on in the session he had spoken freely and animately (too freely, really), his total frankness had been the main contributing factor which put her off taking a trip herself.
Bill's outward appearance was so relatively normal. It was the same now. The three were clearly undergoing a fantastic transformation of their ordinary perceptive powers, but so far as the observers were concerned, they might just as well be under the influence of sleeping tablets.
All conversation had faded away, partly so as not to distract the LSD takers, and partly because the rest of the people were on hashish and were content to enjoy their own, milder, consciousness expansion quietly.
Three hours passed. Hardly anyone had so much as stirred from their places on the floor. Carolyn used the time to re-evaluate her thinking, reconsidering the prejudices and judgments which made her what she was.
Almost simultaneously, both Bill and the other girl who was on LSD, sat up. Carolyn found out that her name was Louise. Louise passed her hand slowly over her forehead, stroking the skin gently, a blissful smile spreading over her face.
"God, I feel sexy!" she announced in long drawn-out syllables to the room. "It's something
I've never done____Had sex halfway through a session, but, oh god!!! I want it now! I w^ant it so much!"
Bill's face began to change as he listened to the girl's pleadings. He held his arms out wide, intense longing on his face. Louise moved slightly and began to nestle closely against him, putting her arms around him, cuddling him in a warm embrace. They looked at each other soul-fully, then their mouths came closer and closer, until, hps widely parted, they locked in a long, lingering kiss.
Carolyn started to scramble up from the floor, eyes shocked and startled. Someone grabbed her arm and her pulled her back down.
"Don't interfere!" a voice hissed. "If that's what they want to do, let them!"
"But ... that's my boyfriend!" she protested, hardly able to believe what was going on. "I can't stand to watch him kiss someone else like that!"
She knew that he had not had another woman since she had moved in and a jealous stirring was beginning to upset her stomach. She felt helpless to do anything.
"Why not?" The voice belonged to a rather wild-looking stockily built character. "Cool it." he said, pinching her arm cruelly, his fingers biting into the thin sweater which she wore. "Anything goes here-understand, dippy? Anything!"
Several of the others were also looking menacingly at her. She swallowed. Bills arms were wound tightly about Louise's neck, his fingers stroking the girl's hair caressingly. She lay full length on the floor against Bill, pressing her body as close to him as possible. Bill started to push his hand up under the girl's sweater, his fingers closing over the girl's breast and he began to massage the large rounded globe.
She heard Louise moan softly into Bill's mouth, as his hands passed slowly down the girl's back and slid over her buttocks. Passionately, Bill began to squeeze the rounded orbs, gradually pushing the girl's short skirt up until he exposed her thighs and soft, silk panties to the watching men and women.
They were writhing lasciviously on the floor, their mouths locked tightly together, making faint but urgent noises. Bill's hands disappeared once again beneath the back of Louise's sweater, fumbled there for a brief moment, and then when his hands returned to the front of her sweater and pulled it up, her brassiere fell uselessly away.
Her breasts popped lusciously into full view, the nipples beginning to jerk up stiffly. Bill's hands found them and he rubbed the firm, white orbs soothingly at first. Then his fingers found the erect nipples and squeezed them menacingly. Louise moaned softly and moved her body closer to Bill's. Her hands ran down his back and over the taut muscles of his buttocks. She could feel his penis straining against the material of his trousers, jerking and pulsing in an effort to free itself.
Her hands found the buckle of his trousers and loosened it, while her other hand found the zipper of his fly and she struggled to release the throbbing organ that was constrained inside.
Bill's fingers grew bolder on Louise's breasts. He pinched them hard, closing his fingertips over the pink, erect nipples and pressing them relentlessly.
Then, he sought more intimate treasures. He began to tug the girl's panties down. The deep soft indentation dividing the cheeks of her buttocks came lewdly into view. As he pulled the thin silk briefs further down, the proud rounded globes suddenly burst into full view.
Bill left the panties folded into a narrow, untidy strip across Louise's thighs, quickly fastening his hands once more on the now bare buttocks. He caressed them greedily this time pulling the soft white cheeks wide apart to reveal her rear passage in all it's naked glory.
His fingers began to explore the center crease, rubbing up and down the smooth sleek middle opening until his fingers found the tight elastic orifice of her rectum. Delicately holding one cheek firmly in his fingers, he felt deeper into the resisting hole with a searching, inquisitive finger, working the digit round and round until it started to slip softly into the tight rubbery slot.
Louise squirmed, her body shivering at this obscene and degrading caress, but she made no protest. Instead, she reached down between his legs and her fingers closed around the pulsing hard flesh of his cock. She gripped it tightly through the thin cotton material of his protective shorts making him groan and pull his hands away from her buttocks just long enough to pull them down off his legs and kick them to the floor.
Carolyn sat almost trancelike. The sight of Bill's penis being squeezed so intimately in the girl's hands made her want to get up and strike out at her. Again, she started to get to her feet, and again was held back, restrained by strong, violent hands. She could feel a steady, heated anger building inside her. She felt she couldn't sit there another second and watch what was happening, but she knew that it wasn't only the pressure of the fingers on her arms that was holding her back. Excitement, and the need to know just how far the two of them were going to go also kept her there, staring wide-eyed at the incredible scene.
Their love-play lasted interminably. The two of them, locked in their private LSD-induced fantasies, completely unaware that time was passing. They touched the skin of their intimate flesh with timeless fingers, caressing and fondling during an eternity of deeply arousing sensous-ness.
Bill's fingers passed around Louise's waist and slowly across her belly to the raised pubic mound. He gently parted the pubic Hair/and found the erect fleshy bud of her clitoris and began to fondle it, pushing it backwards;, toward the lips of her vagina. She wriggled under his insistent touch and moaned. A deep passion gurgling helplessly from her throat.
The girl's legs were wide apart and Bill began to move his body between them. She grabbed for the erect staff that was jerking against her thigh and began to steer it towards her waiting vaginal opening. He was about to lunge forward, impaling her with his manhood when she gasped, "I've got to kiss it! Please let me, please let me!" Her cheeks were glowing with desire, her eyes heavy lidded and hot.
"Put it in my mouth,-let me suck it. Oh God, I want it in my mouth!"
She desperately wriggled herself free from his embrace and took a new position, kneeling between his legs. She held his rock-hard prick in both hands, looking down at it, turning it, pulling the loose foreskin back so that she could thoroughly inspect the throbbing, blood-filled head.
She held the pulsing rod in her fingers, feeling all the way along it, holding the balls up and caressing them lightly.
She started to bring his cock to her open mouth but before it slipped between the soft waiting lips, she breathed on it, her warm breath heating the rod and sending spasms of intense bliss through him. At last she took it in. She let his penis penetrate as deeply in her mouth as possible, finally closing her lips tightly over the red, fleshy weapon like an elastic band and making it disappear from view. Then she raised her head slowly, letting it slide wetly from her tight oral embrace.
Then she licked the underside with her tongue while his penis rested on the wet, caressing surface of her lips. She stuck her tongue out as far as possible, teasing along the bottom of his staff as slowly as she could.
Carolyn could feel a tensing between her own loins as she watched Louise manipulate Bill's organ. Strangely enough, he had never asked her to do that to him, and that made it seem all the harder for her to bear ... watching a strange girl suck him as though she were a starving child in front of all these people. She ached with longing for him, but it was a cold, sharp desire that bore no relation to affection for him.
The next moment she felt a hand close around the inside of her own thigh. It began to run sensuously up and down her leg, the pressure of the hand increasing with each stroke. She turned her head.
A young man, sitting on his right, absorbed in watching Bill and Louise was caressing her. She did nothing to remove his hand for she, herself, was beginning to get caught up in the uncontrollable mood of passion that wafted almost electrically through the room.
She let her hand wander to the zipper of the nameless boy's slacks and began to massage his organ until she brought him to full erection. Her fingers plucked at the zipper, automatically bringing it down and inserting her hand through the opening of his shorts. She fumbled his now throbbing cock out through the tight gap and began to rub it up and down more and more sensuously with each feather-like stroke.
The boy next to her made no sign that he even noticed her action, but his fingers pressed harder through the material of her own slacks, feeling for the revealing swell of her vagina and then, they tightened on the flesh of her thigh, massaging her slowly and deliberately, turning his eyes once more to the now completely lust crazed couple on the floor.
He let his fingers gradually steal to the waistband of her slacks and unbuttoned them carefully. He reached down inside until he could feel the shape of her pubus beneath his hand through the silk of her panties. She wiggled under his touch, her desire mounting with each careless massage.
She saw that the girl was still sucking hungrily at Bill's cock, pushing her mouth down on the rigid flesh, mouthing it lingeringly, then withdrawing her Hps until the tip of his prick almost escaped them. Then she would bear down on the wettened rod again to repeat the action.
Carolyn began to massage the perns she was holding in her hand. It didn't matter whose it was, she didn't even know the boy's name! She could feel it pulsing helplessly as she made a circle around with her thumb and fore-finger and rubbed it in even, tight-clenching strokes. A great wave of excitement was passing through her, she wanted to be fingered, to be fucked; just as the girl with Bill was going to be!
The boy sensed her desire as she moved beneath his touch. He twisted the elastic of her panties away and quickly replaced the silken covering with his ringers, seeking the entrance to her vaginal slit. He prodded and poked at the soft fleshy lips until they opened up for him and he immediately plunged two fingers deeply into the wet moist depths, thrusting them roughly into the parted hole and feeling the flesh instantly close tightly around them. It was strange, because they had still done scarcely more than glance at each other.
In front of them, Louise was working Bill's penis up to a frantic pitch. She sucked noisily on it, making small wet sounds as it writhed and throbbed thickly in her mouth. Suddenly, however, she slowed her movements. Her head bobbed up and down more gently now. It was obvious that he was near his peak and would soon erupt in her mouth if she kept going much longer. She sensed this, but it was too late. Bill gasped with the sweet agony of her warm, soft hps around his cock and his hips began to jerk forward uncontrollably in her mouth. Obscenities spewed from his lips.
"Ooohhhhhh, yes, baby ... now ... suck it dry. I'm cumming! I'm cumming!'' i
He jerked upwards, his white hot spernr bubbling up into the girl's wildly sucking mouth.
When he finally withdrew his penis it was still hard and quivering. It showed no sign yet of melting back to a flaccid state. Breathing sharply, Louise pulled him full length on top of her, reaching between his thighs for the feel of the life-giving staff".
She swiftly positioned it against her wet, aching vagina and with one quick flick of his hips he rammed it deep inside her. Her legs snaked up around his back, her ankles locking him tightly to her. He began to fuck her slowly at first, letting one hand close over a nude, thrusting breast and gripping the willing mound lustfully. He started to scratch her nipple, raking his fingernails strongly and violently over the hard, throbbing and making it flick from side to side on the soft, resilient orb.
Carolyn was aroused to the breaking point. She felt the anonymous boy's fingers steadily fingering at her vagina and it was more exciting, in a perverse, strange way, than the caress of a lover she knew. She could feel his prick begin to jump in her hand and she knew that he, too, was near his climax. She knew that neither one of them could delay much longer.
Their eyes were still fastened upon the passion locked couple on the floor. Bill was rocking steadily over Louise and he was close to cumming again. His body shuddered helplessly on top of the writhing girl, her fingernails pressing violently into his back, scratching out her orgasm as her legs kicked helplessly out in the air on either side of his plunging body.
Carolyn could see Bill begin to jerk again too and she knew he was sending his hot sperm spurting deep into the waiting channel of the girl beneath him and it excited her in a wild unex-plainable way. She could feel herself reaching the boiling point and she squeezed harder and more violently on the nameless cock she was holding in her hand. The boy's fingers were working faster and faster in her vagina and she could feel herself go out of control. She began to shake as she went into the wild throws of her finger induced orgasm. Pushing her body down as hard as she could on the impaling hand, her squirming buttocks writhing in ecstasy.
Her fingers slid up and down his cock, squeezing it just tightly enough now to feel the spasmodic jerk in her hand as he, too, began to climax.
The sharp increase in all sensual pleasure which hashish gives made her orgasm the most intense she had ever known. Warm, hot liquid, seemed to pour and pour from her open, pulsing cunt and she sank into a hot, flame-filled reverie for several long, long minutes. Tiny mewling gasps of ecstasy rolled from her tightly clenched lips.
The boy's two fingers were still engulfed in her and when she opened her eyes, the room; appeared to have taken on a strangely different atmosphere. The others all seemed to be looking at her. They were no longer talking. Bill and Louise had separated from the lustful love-making and the place was oddly, unsettlingly quiet.
She felt embarrassed. What was the matter with them all? She looked round the room, her eyes travelling over their faces. They were like a row of judges, putting her on trial! For what? Her eyes dropped to her hands and the hands of the boy who was still inside her.
Her hand rested on the now limp prick of the boy and her hand was covered whitely with his warm, sticky semen.
She felt a terrible wave of paranoia overwhelming her.
It must be the effect of the hash she tried to insist. They're not really staring at me. It's just an illusion!!
But, the feeling, real or not, refused to be shifted from her mind. It seemed their eyes pierced into her, into her very soul.
Thrusting the boy's hand away, she scrambled to her feet, trembling. Stumbling, uncaring, over the sprawled bodies, she made it to the door, jerked it open, and in a blind, terrifying panic took the stairs three at a time. She arranged her slacks and sweater to reasonable order while she ran, ran in fear from those searching eyes.
She didn't know where she was going, but no matter what happened, she couldn't face them again. It was impossible! The very thing that she had feared most, a complete public exposure of herself, had happened. How could she have done it, she asked herself tearfully?
The panic welled up inside her again. She had to get out, get some air, do anything, but get away from them, from that place.
She yanked open the front door, crashing head-on into the large, bulky figure of a uniformed policeman. She cried out, an electric shock flooding through her body. The policeman gripped her arm tightly and she looked up and saw that two other policemen accompanied him.
"Well there," he asked. "What's your hurry all about. Eh?" He looked down sternly into her face, waiting for her reply.
She forced herself to quiet down, to control her pounding heart and nerves.
"Oh, am I glad to see you," she said, realizing that as she spoke her voice was quite calm and matter of fact. "I was just rushing out to call you. The people upstairs are making an awful lot of noise. I'm trying to study, but it's impossible with all that racket going on. I've been up there to ask them twice to tone it down, but... well, they just laughed at me. I put up with it as long as I could, then I lost my temper and came out to call you."
She lowered her voice, surprised at how calm she was sounding, and whispered confidentially to the policeman.
"What's more ... the place reeks of, what do they call it? Marijuana?" She deliberately mispronounced the word. "They really are a dirty group!" Carolyn had quickly guessed that the law was there to raid Bill's place anyway. He had warned her many times that sooner or later they'd catch up with him.
("They always do," he would say. "Some fink who wants to get in with them will tip them off. It happens all the time.")
Carolyn could hear the words ringing in her head. "You sound as if you don't care!" she'd told him, and he'd shrugged his shoulders, dismissing the subject as unimportant.
Her words to the officer had been a brilliant spur-of-the-moment story, she thought. It had sounded very plausible, too. She congratulated herself for her quick thoughts and looked up at the police officer, meeting his eyes coolly.
"I see," he commented. He released her arm and turned to his partners. "Let's go up and take a look," he said, then, turning back to Carolyn: "We were going to pay your friends a little visit anyway. Still, since you've made a definite complaint, you'd better come up with us." He stepped forward and Carolyn was forced to move back into the hallway.
"Is that really necessary?" she protested. "I don't really want to get mixed up with them...."
"Come on." Sandwiched between two of the policemen, she was obliged to climb the stairs again. As they went up she realized, of course, they weren't likely to take her story at face value and let her go. They'd want to check first, make sure she wasn't involved with the people they were about to bust.
She had counted her chickens too soon. Her good luck in deciding (Deciding? her mind skipped quickly over that) to leave when she did, just a few minutes before the raid, was rapidly running out. In a few moments, she'd be confronted with Bill and the rest of them.
Without bothering to knock, the first policeman turned the door knob and thrust the door open violently. He stepped into the room, revealing Carolyn standing behind him. The two other policemen pushed past her and they all stood in a frozen tableau, surveying the scene.
One of them sniffed the air loudly. "No need to ask any questions, is there?" he said. "All right, the group of you, downstairs. There's a paddy wagon waiting to take you to the station."
Bill came forward. "Have you got a search warrant?" he demanded. "I know this is practically a police state, but you still haven't got the right to burst into a private..."
The policeman waved an official looking document in his face. "Don't be difficult," he told him. "We've had our eye on you for a long time. We're not completely blind, you know."
"Oh yeah," he sneered. "You'd never see anything if your stoolies didn't lead you around like seeing eye dogs!" Then he seemed to notice Carolyn for the first time.
"Oh no," he exclaimed. "It's not you! You didn't put them on to us, did you?" Carolyn realized a dull, sickening feeling churning in* her stomach. Bill's voice was not angry, not accusing, not even contemptuous... just weary.
The policeman waited expectantly. When she did not reply, he said, "She says she fives downstairs, has nothing to do with you. Is that right?"
Bill's lips moved in a brief, quickly extinguished smile. "Oh yes, sure," he said. "She's got nothing to do with any of us." He looked steadily at her. "I guess you could call her sort of a student, I think."
The policeman turned to Carolyn. "All right," he told her. "You'd better go back, to your room while we get them in the wagon."
Carolyn started to move away. "When we've finished searching the room and gotten this group down to the station, I'll come and get your name and a statement. May as well do it all tonight."
Carolyn nodded and began to walk down the stairs. They'd left the front door open and as she approached it, she broke into a quick run, tore through it and down the street, not daring to look over her shoulder to see if she were being followed. She heard no whistles being blown, and when she'd been running for so long that her breath was being forced into her lungs with great, gasping chokes, she slowed down.
Everything she possessed was back in Bill's apartment, but she knew she could never go back there again. She was on her own again and the thought frightened her. She could always call Robert and stay with him for a few days or check back into that dingy hotel. She walked aimlessly around the streets, deliberately blotting out of her mind the way she'd betrayed
Bill and his friends. She refused to think about it, focusing her thoughts on the immediate future instead.
She'd be all right in a few days. She could aways go to Robert and borrow some money, or perhaps get an advance from the play. It wasn't as though she didn't have any other friends, but she had been ignoring them while she had her little fling with Bill. They might resent the fact that she was coming to them just because she now needed something. For the moment, however, it was important that she keep away from the police. She was sure that the raid and the repercussions would blow over soon, but meanwhile she had to have a place to sleep.
She searched feverishly through her brain, trying to remember Robert's phone number. The hash had dulled her senses slightly now that it was beginning to wear off, but finally it came to her. She headed for the nearest phone booth and dialed the number. Her hands were trembling and her body shuddered with a wave of fear. She knew that Robert would take her in, of course, but this also meant subjecting herself to his rather unorthodox way of life again. She felt that she had had enough of this for awhile .... but, she had no choice.
She let the phone ring six or seven times before she head Robert's sleepy voice on the other end. She gripped the black, shiny receiver tightly, trying to keep her voice as calm and casual as possible and began to speak.
She told Robert that she had had a fight with Bill (conveniently omitting the part about the raid) and asked if he could put her up for a few days. Robert chuckled softly and answered, "Never let it be said that I turned away a girl, especially one as beautiful as you, from my bed and board. Of course, darling, come right over. I'll wait for you!"
Carolyn breathed a sign of relief and walked to the curb to hail a cab and head for Robert's apartment.
Robert sat back in the chair by the phone, thinking how wonderful it would be to have that marvelous piece of tail all to himself again! His breath was beginning to come rapidly in the anticipation. He could hardly wait to see her naked and at his command again. How lucky can I get, he thought to himself, and I've already broken her in to my way of doing things. This is going to be most enjoyable.
The cab pulled up in front of the East 72nd Street apartment about fifteen minutes later and Carolyn got out. She hadn't been seeing much of Robert, except at the rehearsals for the play, and she wondered if he was living alone or whether he would have a friend or friends there with him. Oh well, it didn't matter really, she thought. Just so I have a place to hang my hat and eat my meals.
Her hand quivered as she rang the doorbell. Robert greeted her, smiling broadly, and a bit too lasciviously, she thought.
"Come in, darling. It's been quite awhile since we've been together socially. Ever since you started going with that hippie friend of yours, you've been a stranger. Anyway, it's nice to have you back again.
"Would you like a drink, darling. You do look a bit rattled?"
"Please ... yes, I would," she replied, her mind still in a state of confusion, but relieved to have a place to stay, at least for awhile.
She drank the drink which he gave her in three quick gulps. The alcohol tasted strange, but then she remembered that she hadn't drunk whiskey for over a month now. The taste burned her throat and sent a relaxing warmth all through her body almost immediately.
Robert's apartment was beautiful. In fact, she had almost forgotten how beautiful. It smelled of luxury, money, fame. This is where I belong, she thought. Not in a Greenwich Village hovel.
After she finished her drink, she slowly walked around the apartment, studying each and every piece of furniture, painting, and finally he� eyes met Robert's in an honest, frank stare.
"Well, where's the bedroom, my love?" she asked. She knew that this was where she had started and this was where she would go on from. Robert could feel the tenseness between his legs when he thought that he would have the delicious pleasure of her body again.
"Right this way, sweetheart!" and he led her through the door, both of them knowing that this would be another night of wild, lustful love.
Robert turned to her for a moment and asked, "But why on earth didn't you phone me before? Why did you get involved with a crowd like that?"
She hesitated for a moment and then decided to tell Robert about her brief affair with Bill and about the raid. She would need some new clothes and he wouldn't understand otherwise.
He listened while she told her story, then said, "Well, you're going to have a lot more fun here with me!"
The hashish had finally worn off, but she was feeling more relaxed than she'd been for weeks. She knew that it was going to be so much easier for her to be accepted by Robert's circle. With them she could be herself, with Bill's set, she had been floundering in waters too deep for her.
Now her feet were touching bottom. She felt safe and secure. Not sad at all.
