In this candid and explosive portrait of a woman obsessed with what must be the ultimate sexual taboo--incest--the author has spun a web that encompasses us all. For it is axiomatic that almost every human has, buried deep within himself, the same strong urges that compel Jean Marshal. Most of these incestuous feelings are sublimated or repressed, too awful to be allowed to surface in our modern society.
Young, beautiful, and in her prime of life--Jean Marshal flies across the country to visit her brother Tony, an actor who has made it up the first few rungs of the ladder of success. She quickly discovers that life in Hollywood differs considerably from life in the small Ohio town where she was raised.
In the following the slow but sure path toward Jean's tragedy, all of us are reminded how frail and vulnerable we are. For the external societal pressures can overwhelm any of us--especially when our own emotions are confused and misunderstood.
There are those who will find this novel too explicit and/or too bold for their tastes. However, it is expected that mature readers will understand the need for sexual frankness if we are to shed the inhibitions which have for centuries kept us enslaved to myths we neither understand nor very often question.
This gripping novel makes no case for incest. But neither does it ignore a human condition that always has been and always will be with us.
In addition, it lays bare the false veneer of Hollywood in a way that is, at the same time, chilling and revealing. For the characters who inhabit the pages of this important novel are the same ones familiar to us from the pages of our daily newspapers.
We hope that you will lay down this book with a greater insight into yourself and those around you. If so, our efforts will have been justified.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Jean Marshal stood in the large airport lounge and searched for the face of her brother Tony in the crowd. There seemed to be so many people, she thought in amazement. Everyone seemed to be wrapped up in their own affairs and no one paid any attention to the young girl.
She felt panic grip her as she realized that Tony was nowhere to be seen. As if to reassure herself, she pulled the well-read telegram from her coat pocket and read it once more. The message was short but it still sent a shiver of excitement through her to see the comforting words:
SIS:
GREAT TO HEAR OF YOUR TRIP. I'LL
MEET YOUR FLIGHT. HAVE A GOOD
TIME BUT DON'T TALK TO ANY
STRANGERS. HAVE LOTS OF GROOVY
THINGS PLANNED SO GET PLENTY
OF REST.
LOVE.
TONY
She blushed at his warning about strangers. Although she knew it was a joke, she wished that he wouldn't treat her like a child. At twenty-one, Jean was anything but a child. Her tall luscious figure and finely sculpted features attested to the fact that she was indeed a woman, and a lovely one.
Jean had been saving for the trip from Ohio to visit her older brother in Los Angeles for months. Since Tony had come west to try his luck in the movies, they had written often. At first the letters were full of his excitement at the new things he was doing and the people he was meeting. He always included a reference to her plans to come to Los Angeles and visit him.
Then, inexplicably, as his fortunes changed and he began to get small parts in films and on television shows, he grew colder to the idea of her coming west at all. In fact, he talked her out of coming for several months, claiming that he was too busy with his growing career to properly show her around.
"What's the matter, honey, no one here to meet you?"
Jean looked up from the telegram in surprise to see the fat smiling face of a middle-aged man standing next to her and staring at her intently. She felt an immediate revulsion for the cigar-smoking male and she made no attempt to hide it.
"That's really none of your business," she replied tartly, anxious for him to go away and leave her alone. He was dressed in a loud checked sportcoat and bell-bottomed trousers and Jean wanted to laugh at his attempts to appear so much younger than he actually was.
"Don't get uptight, baby, I just wanted to help," the man continued smoothly. "My car's down in the parking lot and I'd be happy to drive you anywhere you wanted."
For a moment she was tempted to take him up on the offer. But her temptation was quickly dissipated as she felt his avid eyes devouring her softly swelling breasts. She felt dirty under his lewd stare.
"Please leave me alone or I'll... I'll call a policeman!" she said in a firm voice, hoping that he would go away.
The man laughed.
"Sure, baby, sure," he replied. "But wait'll you been in town for a little while, you'll be happy to talk to someone like me!"
He walked away with a look of disgust on his face, his eyes darting around the waiting room for another pigeon.
Suddenly, Jean became aware that her name was being announced over the public address system.
"Will Miss Jean Marshal please go to one of the red telephones in the passenger service areas, please."
She went quickly to the passenger service desk and picked up the red telephone.
"Hello," she said hesitantly into the receiver. "This is Jean Marshal, is there a message for me?"
"Hi, sis!"
It was Tony's warm voice and she was suddenly relieved. Her knees began to tremble as she waited for her handsome young brother to continue.
"Sis, I'm really sorry about not being there to meet you! Something came up at the last minute, honest. Are you alright? Did the flight go OK?"
His words came out in a rush and she forgave him for not being there, so happy was she to just hear his comforting voice.
"Everything's fine, Tony," she replied in a bright voice. "The flight was fine. We watched a Steve McQueen movie and had steak for lunch and...
Her voice trailed off and she suddenly wanted to see him desperately.
"Listen, sis, I've got a good friend coming to pick you up. She may be a little late because I had a hard time getting hold of her. Her name's Sue Young and she'll come to the information desk in the lobby. Do you think you can find it without any trouble?"
"Tony, I'm not exactly a retarded child!" she said with a trace of sarcasm in her voice. "Why couldn't you meet me?"
"The studio called at the last minute and wanted me for some retakes," Tony answered. "Listen, baby, I've got to get back to work now. It'll be great to see you again and I've got a party set for tonight. I hope you aren't too tired from the trip."
She would have much preferred to spend the first night alone with Tony but she tried to keep the disappointment out of her voice.
"Whatever you say, Tony. I'll go and wait for your friend now."
He said a hurried goodbye and Jean was left holding a disconnected phone. She replaced the receiver in the cradle and asked the girl at the counter where to retrieve her baggage and how to find the information desk.
As she went down the escalator and along the passageway toward the front of the terminal, Jean marveled at how huge the building was, unaware that this was only one of the many terminals in the Los Angeles Airport complex.
She found her bags sitting by the revolving luggage stand and went out into the lobby to find the information desk. She got her first glimpse of the huge airport through the glass windows of the lobby as she went to meet Tony's friend.
The young girl at the information desk took her name and checked a list she had in front of her.
"Marshal... Marshal... " the girl repeated to herself as she scanned the clipboard. "No, no one has inquired about you yet. Why don't you have a seat over by the coffee shop. When someone comes I'll send them over."
The girl smiled at Jean.
Just then, a beautiful young girl rushed up to the counter.
The girl was slight but she had a beautiful, voluptuous body and long ebony hair. Her high cheekbones and olive skin gave her a slightly oriental look.
"I'm supposed to pick up Jean Marshal, has she come down yet?"
The question was directed to the information girl but Jean didn't wait for her to reply.
"I'm Jean," she said quickly. "Are you Sue Young?"
"That's me! Glad to meet you, Jean," the girl smiled, showing firm white teeth beneath the huge dark sunglasses. "Where's your suitcase?" Sue picked up the suitcase Jean pointed to and led her out of the lobby into the bright California sunshine.
"I'm sorry about being late, honey, but Tony woke me up with his call. I was at a party in Malibu until almost dawn and I could hardly get out of bed!"
An expensive Jaguar sportscar was sitting at the curb in a no parking zone with a perplexed redcap trying to move a pile of luggage around it. The car's motor was still running and Sue thrust a bill into the man's hand as she tossed Jean's suitcase into the space behind the front seat and got in.
"Sorry I blocked you," she called out to the startled porter. "I was in a hurry!"
The man pocketed the bill and opened the door to the passenger side for Jean.
"That's all right, miss," he said with a smile.
The powerful car roared off almost before Jean was settled in the comfortable bucket seat.
"I'll have you at Tony's in about twenty minutes," Sue said. "I can't wait to get back into bed and just hibernate for about two days!"
As Sue drove quickly but skillfully out of the airport, Jean relaxed against the soft leather seat and studied the other girl. She was surprised to see that Sue wore no bra and her thrusting young breasts strained against the tight silk blouse. Her legs were sheathed in extremely tight jeans and every detail of her lovely lower body was visible under the fabric. The long dark hair blew about wildly in the wind of the open car.
"Do you know Tony well?" Jean asked, adjusting her voice upwards to be heard over the rushing air as they headed north on the San Diego Freeway.
"Yeh, I met Tony when we did a flick together and we've been friends ever since," Sue answered, her eyes on the freeway.
Jean was nervous as they flitted in and out of the heavy freeway traffic. She had never seen anything like it in her young life and she knew that she could never maneuver a car as well as Sue.
Rather than try to converse at the top of her voice, Jean watched the changing scenery as they drove. Her only knowledge of Southern California had come from movies and books and she was disappointed at the area around the airport. Everything seemed just like back home in Ohio. Then, as they went through a mountain pass in Beverly Hills, it changed and she was rewarded with a fine view of the huge homes and well landscaped grounds.
"Almost there!" Sue called out as she turned off of the freeway and up a narrow road into the hills.
Jean's eyes widened as they drove swiftly up the twisting road past low houses half-hidden by trees and shrubbery. In a few minutes they pulled into a driveway and Sue stopped the car.
"Eureka! I have found it!" she laughed and turned off the ignition. "I'll just take you in and get you settled and then I'm going home and collapse!"
Jean slid her lithe young body out of the car and followed the girl around the garage and into the side door of the house. Sue opened the door with a key that was on the same ring as her car keys. The young visitor wondered about that but said nothing. Perhaps it's a custom in Southern California to give your house keys to good friends, she thought.
She was immediately impressed by the cool house. Everything was so expensive looking and in good taste. The furniture was all heavy Spanish style and the whole house had the look of a hacienda.
"The guest room is in here," Sue called out, carrying Jean's suitcase through an arch and down a long cool hallway. "Follow me!"
"You don't mind if I run, do you, honey?" Sue asked, throwing Jean's suitcase on the bed and going toward the door. "You just make yourself comfortable and Tony will call you as soon as he can. I'll look in on you tomorrow!"
Jean nodded and thanked the girl for all of her help.
"My pleasure, honey," Sue called back over her shoulder as she went out of the bedroom. "Tony has helped me lots of times and I'd do just about anything for him."
Then she was gone.
As Jean slowly unpacked her suitcase and hung her things in the walk-in closet, she got a look at herself in the full-length mirror. Although she was well-dressed by Ohio standards, she felt dowdy and out of fashion here in California. She made a mental note to herself to get some more suitable clothing soon.
Suddenly she felt exhausted, physically and mentally. It was as if she had been traveling for days instead of just a few hours. She couldn't resist the temptation to strip off her wrinkled clothing and slip under the covers of the soft bed for a few minutes sleep.
Quickly she undressed, tossing the discarded clothing into the hamper near the closet. Then, as she stood in the middle of the room completely nude, she let her eyes roam to the mirror.
A full lush figure was lovely, there was no denying that fact. Her ripe breasts with the cherry-tipped nipples thrust out proudly above her flat stomach with the little triangle of wispy blonde pubic hair. Her flaring hips molded perfectly into long beautiful legs and delicate ankles. Her flesh was milky white from the cold Ohio winter and she knew that she would look strange until she managed to tan herself in the hot sun.
As she stood there admiring her body, she wondered how long it would be until she could share it with a man. Despite the many men who had furtively tried to get her into bed she was still a virgin. There were times, of course, when she had only been a hair's breath from submitting to what she suspected was the painful torture of a man's penis tearing her vagina apart.
She pulled her eyes away from the mirror and climbed on the bed and got under the covers. It felt so warm and secure here and hoped that Tony would be home soon.
Her long cool fingers went down, almost protectively, to cover her tender pussy lips and she was soon fast asleep.
Outside the bedroom window, the first long shadows of the afternoon were falling over the sparkling swimming pool.
* * *
At first, Jean thought she must be dreaming as the voices became louder. She stretched out her long legs lazily and pulled the cool sheet up over her head to try and shut out the incoherent words.
Then, there was the sound of music and she quickly sat up, hoping that it was Tony come home at last. For a moment she was disoriented in the inky darkness of the room. Her unfamiliar feet tried to find the closet where her robe was hanging.
The voices were louder now and one seemed to be that of a female. She remembered Tony telling her that he was planning a party for tonight and she wondered if some of the guests had arrived early. At any moment she expected the bedroom door to be flung open and see her handsome brother, his dark curly hair tousled and his strong white teeth smiling at her as he came across the room and took her into his arms in greeting.
She found the robe and slipped it on. Then, she went quietly out of the bedroom and down the long hallway toward the living room.
"Come on over here and have a drink, kid!"
The voice was male but it wasn't Tony's.
There was a giggled reply from a girl but Jean couldn't understand the words. Then the man spoke again, this time with frustration.
"Quit playing around, honey. I didn't bring you up here to screw around like some little prick tease! I'm so goddamned hot to get this pecker into your mouth I can't wait any longer!"
Jean stopped in her tracks, her ears shocked by the terrible words. How could anyone talk so crude, she wondered? As she stood there listening for the girl's response, she tried to convince herself that she was still asleep and that this was a nightmare. But it was no dream.
"I didn't say I'd suck your cock," the girl in the other room said petulantly. "For that matter, I didn't even say I'd let you fuck me!"
"Shit! You're not getting out of here until I get some fucking!" the man replied. "Now get your ass over here and quit screwing around!"
Despite wanting to run back to the bedroom, Jean crept forward until she was standing by the door to the front room. She had to see who these people were in her brother's house. She just had to!
"You little bitches make me sick!" the man continued in an angry voice. "You knew what I wanted when you got into the car. What the hell were you standing on the street for if you didn't want to be picked up?"
"I was only hitchhiking to the beach
" the girl said lamely, her voice trailing off.
"You'll get your ride to the beach after we've had a little fucking," the male voice replied. "Now hurry up and get those clothes off!"
The music coming from the other room was soft jazz and Jean could hear the rustle of clothing being tossed aside as she pondered whether or not to go into the other room.
"Wow! Those tits were made for eating, kid!" There was a laugh from the girl and then the sound of bodies falling on the couch. Jean got up her courage and peeked around the corner of the door into the front room.
Her eyes widened and she brought up her hand and bit her knuckle to keep from gasping aloud at the obscene spectacle that confronted her.
A young blonde man and a voluptuous young girl were stretched out on the couch, both of them completely naked, their mouths pressed passionately together and their hands eagerly fondling each other's body.
Jean looked on in horror as she saw the darkhaired young girl reach down and take the man's throbbing penis in her hand and start pumping up and down on the heated flesh. The penis looked huge and for a moment Jean couldn't believe that a man's organ could be that large--even in full erection.
"Oh, yeh, baby, that's it, pump it up good," the blond man moaned with pleasure. "Get it good and hard for me!"
She wanted to close her eyes and shut out the awful sight, but instead, Jean stood there and watched in fascination as the girl lovingly massaged the man's shaft. The girl didn't look to be much more than fifteen or sixteen and that fact further shocked Jean.
Suddenly the man pushed the girl off of the couch and she landed at his feet. He quickly stretched his body around so that he was sitting with his legs on either side of the startled girl. She still had a grip on his massive cock.
"I want you to start licking it, baby," he said in a cruel voice. "Get your tongue out and start down by my balls. Pretend it's an all-day sucker!"
He laughed at his own humor.
"I--I don't think I want to," the young girl answered. "It's too big!"
"Either you suck me off or I'll ram this thing up into your tight little asshole! How would you like that!"
The girl shook her head violently and bent over the pulsating penis. Her pink tongue snaked out and began to lick up and down the shaft.
"Now you're moving! Ooohhhhh, that's great!" the man moaned.
As if in a hypnotic trance, Jean watched the lewd exhibit continue. The girl worked quickly and expertly, as if this were an everyday occurrence for her. She made little slurping noises and her quick hands fondled the man's swollen twin sacs as she sped up and down the rigid organ with her tongue.
Jean didn't want to watch--she tried to force herself to turn around and run. But she stood there, rooted to the spot and unable to take her eyes from the obscene and perverted display.
"You've got great tongue action, baby! Oh, Jesus, suck it! Suck it good for daddy!"
The man's pelvis was twisting and he thrust his cock back and forth.
In a moment, the girl paused and ovaled her pretty mouth. Then, she quickly slipped her red lips over the huge knobhead and hungrily sucked the hot male flesh into per mouth.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!" the man groaned and thrust upwards to meet the girl's head.
Jean couldn't believe what she was seeing. Never in her young life had she even imagined doing something like that. She shivered in the cool night air and clutched the loose robe more tightly around her lush body.
As if to make the scene even more insane, the kneeling dark haired girl slipped her free hand down between her thighs and her fingers began manipulating her quivering pussy lips and straining clitoris.
"Rub your tits against my leg," the man called out to the girl, his face contorted with lust and his long hair flying about his head as he writhed under the oral ministrations.
The young girl did as she was told. Her voluptuous breasts flattened as they pressed into his leg and her brown nipples scraped against the wiry hairs.
Her mouth struggled to get more and more of the delicious male flesh into the warm cavern. Jean could see every detail of the hot shaft with its pulsing, rope-like veins pumping blood to the glistening knob. The girl's mouth was stretched unbelievably wide and saliva oozed from the corners of her lips.
"Suck it harder, you little bitch!" the blond man wailed. "Get that fucking tongue working... oh! Oh! I'm going to come!"
His body stiffened for a split second and then he lunged forward, thrusting his cock to the back of the girl's throat. She gagged as the white-hot sperm exploded in her mouth and made it bulge with the sheer volume of come pumping into her.
"Swallow it! Swallow it, bitch!" he ordered, holding her head tightly between his tanned strong hands and making her stay hunched over the flooding cock.
The girl labored desperately to breathe through her nose as she gulped down the delicious fluid. Her fingers slipped up into her warm pussy and slithered in and out frantically, trying to force her own orgasm before the obscene cock-sucking was done.
"OOOOHHHHH! Suck it! Suck it! OHHHHHHHHHH!"
The blond man's voice trailed off into a groan as he locked his legs around the girl's back and pulled her cruelly against him, forcing more and more of the enormous cock into her willing mouth.
Then, as the kneeling girl began to yelp out little cries of delicious joy from the spasm shooting through her pussy, the man relaxed his hold on her head and fell back against the couch, his cock still skewering the girl's mouth.
Jean forced herself to go back toward the bedroom. Her mind was reeling from the awful enormity of what she had seen and she knew that if she watched for even a moment more she would scream out for the man to stop his brutal rape of the girl's warm mouth. Her own mouth was dry and she licked her lips as she retreated down the hall.
Then, just as she was about to enter her own room she heard the front door open and someone come into the house. The hallway was unlighted and she stopped to see if it was Tony.
The dim, indistinct figure of a man come into the entryway and then into the front room.
"What the fuck is this?" he called out in a shocked voice.
It was Tony!
"Hey man, come on in," the other man's voice called out in reply. "You won't believe this little bitch's tongue action! "
"Get her the fuck out of my house, Pete!" Tony ordered in a Voice full of rage. "Get that little cunt out of my house right now!"
There was a scramble of bodies as the man withdrew his rapidly deflating cock from the girl's mouth and got to his feet.
"What the hell is wrong, Tony?" he asked plaintively. "You said I could use your pad any time I wanted!"
"My sister is here, you prick!" Tony hollered.
Suddenly he realized how loud his voice was and he immediately lowered it.
"Get that pig dressed and split!"
"Hey man, I didn't know," the blond youth said as he got into his clothes. "How the hell could I know! Besides, I haven't seen anybody else here."
"She's probably asleep," Tony answered, throwing the girl her shirt and watching with mounting anxiety as the couple got dressed. "She's going to be here for a few weeks so don't bring any more of your fucking girlfriends here, OK?"
The blond youth and the young girl left quickly.
Before he could discover her standing here in the hallway, Jean scrambled back into the bedroom and very quietly closed the door. She got into the bed and pulled the covers up around her head, her body heaving from the emotional shock of seeing the lewd cock-sucking.
She heard the bedroom door open and the light switch being snapped on.
"Jean? Are you awake, honey?" Tony called out softly to the covered figure.
He breathed a sigh of relief when there was no response from the bed.
His sister hoped desperately that he wouldn't come any closer. She had to pretend to be asleep to give herself time to think. If he saw her now he would know for sure that she had seen everything. She couldn't let him find out--she just couldn't!
After a moment the light switch was snapped off and Tony went out of the room.
She lay there for what seemed to be hours, her brain frantically trying to decide what to do. She was calmer now and her limbs had stopped trembling but she couldn't shut out the awful sight of the girl's hungrily sucking mouth on the terrible male penis. She knew that she would have to face Tony soon. Slowly, she crawled out of bed and went to take a shower, hoping that the water would somehow wash away the dirty memories.
The hot stinging spray made her feel better. She let it wash over her until her flesh was starting to wrinkle. Then, she stepped out of the shower enclosure and wrapped herself in a huge soft towel.
"Hey, sis, hurry up will you!"
It was Tony's voice and for a moment Jean wondered if she could face him.
Holding the towel tightly around herself, she opened the bathroom door and smiled at her brother. He was stretched out in a soft chair by the bed, a tray of colorful food on his knees.
Jean wanted to run to him and throw her arms around his hard-muscled body. He looked wonderful ! His dark curly hair was longer than she had remembered and his face was tanned a deep mahogany but he was smiling at her with the same crooked grin.
"Hi, honey," he said warmly, setting the tray down on the bed and crossing the room quickly to take her into his arms. She felt her body relaxing as his strong arms enveloped her. His lips brushed her flushed cheeks and she gasped at the pressure of his arms.
"Oh, Tony, it's so good to see you," she cried out. "I've missed you so much, honey! You can't imagine how much I've wanted to see you again!"
"Hey, take it easy, kid," he laughed at her exuberance. "I can't believe you're really here!"
He stepped back, his hands still on her arms, and looked at his beautiful young sister.
"How's the family? Mom called this morning to tell me you'd gotten off OK. Have you had anything to eat yet? " Jean's body was still tingling from the warmth of his embrace and she hated to let him pull away from her. But it was true, she was suddenly famished.
"Is that for me?" she asked, pointing to the tray of food on the bed.
"It's for both of us," he replied, pulling her toward the bed. "You just sit down and let me feed you some of the best Mexican Food you've ever tasted! " She sat down on the bed and watched with adoration in her eyes as he put the tray on her lap. She was oblivious of the towel moving off her shoulders and exposing her creamy-white breasts to his embarrassed gaze.
"There's a taco for each of us, an enchilada, and this is my specialty," he said, pointing to a steaming plate, "... Spanish rice!"
Jean had never tasted Mexican food before but she devoured her share quickly, laughing as the shredded lettuce and cheese fell on her towel.
"D-Did anything disturb your nap?" Tony asked, his eyes averted as he picked a piece of taco from his lap.
"No!" Jean replied, too quickly. She saw him look up and stare at her intently. "I mean, I thought I heard voices awhile ago, but I think I was just dreaming...
"You're sure?"
Jean nodded.
Tony seemed to be satisfied and he smiled with a mouthful of food.
"You've really turned into a beautiful woman," he said, his eyes fixing on her half-exposed breasts. "I'm going to have to be careful that you don't fall for one of these Hollywood wolves!"
She blushed at his teasing words. There was no chance of her falling for anyone, she thought to herself. At the moment she wanted nothing more than to be with the brother she loved so much.
Just then the telephone rang.
CHAPTER TWO
Jean froze as the insistent ringing continued. She looked at Tony with pleading eyes, wanting him to tell her that nothing would disturb their first few minutes together.
Instead, Tony groaned and reached for the instrument.
"Hello," he said into the receiver.
He smoothed his long hair with a nervous hand as he listened to the voice at the other end, saying nothing, nodding every once in a while as if to punctuate the other person's remarks.
A look of frustration crossed his handsome face and he finally spoke.
"Alright, Al, I'll do it, but dammit this is the last time!"
He replaced the receiver in the cradle and turned to face Jean, acutely aware suddenly of her lovely body half-exposed by the disordered towel draped around her. He could see one cherry nipple peeking out from the folds of furry cloth.
"Baby, I can't tell you how sorry I am," he began falteringly. "That was my agent on the telephone... he's promised the studio that I'd go up to Vegas and refilm a scene. I've got to leave right away!"
"Don't go!" Jean begged him, a shiver of apprehension suddenly running through her trembling nude body.
"Christ, I'm sorry, baby, really I 'm," Tony replied dully, "but there isn't any way out of it. It means a hell of a lot to my career."
Jean quickly put the tray of food aside and threw herself into her brother's strong arms. She pressed her body against him, wanting the warm comfort of his strong male flesh pressing into her. It isn't fair, she thought bitterly!
He held her like that for a few moments, not wanting to let go. He knew how rotten it was of Al to promise something like that when the agent knew that Jean had arrived today. But he also knew that if he tried to get out of it there could be serious repercussions at the studio. Young actors like himself were a dime a dozen in Hollywood and there were a thousand others who would cut his throat for even a bit part.
"I've got to pack and split now, honey," he said softly, pulling away from Jean.
His eyes widened as the towel fell away completely to reveal her unbelievably lovely young body. He gasped as he saw her full ripe breasts naked for the first time in years. Jean seemed to be unaware--or uncaring--about her nudity and she made no effort to cover herself. "How long will you be gone?"
"Not more than two days," he replied, still unable to tear his eyes away from her milky flesh. He could see the little blonde triangle of pubic hair that nestled just above where her creamy thighs came together.
"Should I go to a hotel and wait for you?" Jean asked, suddenly remembering the awful sight she had witnessed before Tony had come home. "I mean, I don't want to cause any trouble for you! "
"Hotel? Don't be silly, Jean," he answered quickly. "You'll do nothing of the sort! I'll call Sue and have her come up and stay with you until I get back."
The young girl suddenly brightened. She liked Sue Young and it would make the waiting easier if she had someone to talk to and keep her occupied.
Tony picked up the telephone again and dialed Sue's number. He talked to her only briefly and made arrangements for her to come up to the house and spend the next two days with Jean.
"She'll be over in about two hours," Tony told his sister. He looked at his watch. "It's eight o'clock now so she should be here by ten, ok?"
Jean nodded and pulled the towel up around herself.
She followed Tony into his own bedroom and watched as he threw his clothing into a suitcase.
"One more thing, baby," he said in a firm voice. "I've already called everyone and cancelled the party for tonight. But just on the off chance that someone hasn't gotten the message I want you to promise me that you won't let anyone in while I'm gone!"
After her previous experience she needed no urging to make that promise. She told him that she would keep the door locked until Sue arrived.
He kissed her warmly and squeezed her to him before leaving.
"I'll call you from Vegas early tomorrow," he called out.
Then he was gone and Jean locked the door. She leaned against it to support herself as she waited for the sound of his car starting up.
The house seemed deathly quiet as she went back into the bedroom and dressed. She chose a tight black sweater because of the cool night air, and a pair of wool slacks that molded to her long legs perfectly.
Back in the front room, she put records on the hi-fi and got herself a cold drink. Then, she fell into one of the huge soft chairs that were scattered about the tastefully furnished room.
The front doorbell suddenly rang and she jumped up and ran to it, anxious to see Sue Young again. She forgot that the girl had her own key.
She pulled the door open quickly and was surprised to see that instead of Sue Young she was looking at an older, silver-haired man.
"Well hello," the man said in a smooth rich voice. His eyes were devouring her luscious body and Jean was embarrassed by the bold stare. "Who are you?"
"I-I'm Jean Marshal... Tony's sister," she blurted out. "He isn't home so you'll have to come back some other time!"
"Whoa!" the man said, pushing against the door as she tried to close it and shut him out.
"Just a minute, honey, I wanted to see Tony but I can leave the message with you."
He moved quickly and was shutting the door behind him as she backed away. She could see that he was at least fifty--about the same age as her father. He was ruggedly handsome and had the manner of a very self-confident person.
"Tony said not to let anyone in," Jean said hesitantly.
"I'm sure he didn't mean me!"
He said it so forcefully that Jean believed him. Besides, he did look so trustworthy--not like the man in the airport or the other Hollywood lechers that everyone had warned her about.
"I'm Paul Fanning," the man said at last, extending his huge hand to her. "I produced the first two movies that Tony was in."
Jean felt a sudden thrill at actually standing in the hallway talking to someone as important as a Hollywood producer and she smiled up at the tall man.
"I hope you'll forgive me for acting so silly," she said with a touch of embarrassment. "It's just that this is my first day here and Tony had to leave for Las Vegas."
"Don't you worry about a thing, honey," the man said in a warm voice. "Why don't we go in and sit down and I'll give you the message."
She led him into the front room.
"Would you like a drink, Mr. Fanning?"
"Call me Paul," he replied. "And I sure would like a drink. Make it scotch and water, please."
He settled himself on the couch and watched her lithe body as she poured the drink. By God, he said to himself, she's a real beauty! His cock was twitching from the lovely sight of her body and he could hardly wait for her to get back to the couch and sit down next to him.
"I hope this is strong enough," Jean said, handing him a tall glass. "Pm really not very good at mixing drinks."
She sat down next to him on the couch and waited for him to tell her the message, unaware of the mounting excitement in the man.
It was true that Paul Fanning had produced Tony's first two movies. But there any resemblance between him and legitimate producers ended. For he was proud of the fact that his movies were of the most pornographic type ever seen outside of Europe. He specialized in finding out of work young actors and actresses to fuck, suck cocks and pussies, to perform in individual and group orgies, and, in short, to perform the most obscene and revolting acts on screen.
Despite the fact that he made the movies cheaply and was assured of large profits, Paul wanted more and more money to support his lavish life-style. And occasionally, as in the case of Tony, one of his actors went on to strike it big in legitimate films. When that happened, Paul was ready to sell the negatives of the pornographic films for as much as he could get from the frightened victims.
As he looked around the expensively-furnished room he raised the price that he was going to ask Tony for the sale of the two films.
"You said you had a message for my brother?" Jean prompted.
"That's right!" he said, returning his gaze to the lovely young girl next to him. "Have you seen any of his films?"
He suspected what the answer must be but he wanted to tease her a little.
"Just a few of them," Jean replied. "And the things he's done on television of course. He's a wonderful actor, don't you think?"
Paul smiled and wondered if the girl would ever know just how good an actor her brother really was. He remembered a scene from one of his movies where Tony had fucked four young girls until they had almost forgotten they were making a movie and had screamed for more of his huge thrusting cock.
"Oh, yes, I agree," Paul replied. His cock was beginning to pulse wildly from the sight of the lovely young girl next to him. He was insatiable when it came to fucking and he found that he had to have a wide variety of fucking every day. He was especially excited by the idea of ramming his massive cock in the tight little pussy of Tony's naive sister.
Paul stared at her with lust-filled eyes for a moment and then he got up quickly.
"I've got a few still photos from one of the movies that Tony did for me," he said. "Would you like to see them? They're in my car!"
Jean nodded happily and watched him cross the room and go outside.
He was back in a few minutes with a briefcase.
"I think you'll like these," he said warmly, sitting down again with the briefcase on his lap. "Tony said he really enjoyed doing this picture for me." He paused and removed a stack of glossy color photographs from the briefcase. He held them just out of Jean's reach. "This picture was called Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Nurses!"
Jean blushed at the risque title as she wondered why Tony had never written about that movie.
Paul slid one of the photos across to Jean and waited for her reaction.
She gasped in horror as her bewildered and shocked eyes focused on the naked figure of Tony lying on what seemed to be a hospital bed. His massive penis was being held lovingly by a pretty young blonde in a nurse's uniform while two other similarly clad girls looked on with interest.
"Oh, MY GOD!" Jean managed to say, her horror-stricken eyes unable to tear themselves away from the depraved image.
"I knew you'd like it," Paul said, the heel of his hand coming down and massaging the swelling bulge at his groin. His eyes were filled with lust and he was becoming tremendously excited by Jean's shock.
Nothing in her young life had prepared Jean for anything like this. Her brother was a pervert! How could he do it? There was no question that it really was Tony lying there in the obscene bed. His ruggedly handsome face was smiling up at the girl holding his cock and he had a look of ecstasy on his face.
"This one's better!"
Paul thrust another photo in her trembling hands and she saw that the three girls were now completely naked. One of them had her mouth around Tony's cock, sucking on it hungrily while the other two girls fingered themselves.
"I don't want to see anymore!" Jean managed to say as she tried to push the awful pictures away, Paul's strong hand closed over her wrist and held it tightly. There was a steely-glint in his eye and his voice was firm.
"What's the matter, honey, haven't you ever seen your brother having his cock sucked before?"
Despite her horror, Jean allowed the man to push another photo into her lap. It was even worse than the first two. It was a close-up of Tony shoving his glistening hard cock into the quivering, hair-lined slit of the first girl. She was kneeling on the bed, her swollen breasts pressed against the mattress while her smoothly rounded buttocks waved obscenely in the air.
Jean gasped again as she saw the picture of her brother's penis, massively swollen, penetrating the pink wet furrow. She wanted to scream but no sound came. Jean's breasts heaved and she fought for control of the trembling limbs as a warm feeling began to spread through her lower body.
"I'll say one thing for Tony," Paul said in a lewd voice, "he sure can fuck! He had that girl screaming for mercy!"
In a moment the photos were falling into Jean's lap with dizzying speed: She saw Tony stretched out again on the bed and the three naked girls licking and sucking every inch of his flesh. There was a shot of him driving his long tongue up into the glistening pink pussy of one of the girls while another of them masturbated him. Her eyes went out of focus as her reeling brain tried to comprehend the terrible images.
Jean crossed her legs, almost spilling the stack of obscene photos, as she struggled to fight down the strange sensations that were rippling through her belly and thighs. Her whole world was tumbling down around her and she felt salty tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
"You're pretty enough to be in the movies yourself," Paul said, moving his large body closer to Jean and reaching out to stroke her arm.
"Don't touch me!" Jean cried out, feeling her flesh crawl.
The silver-haired man removed his hand but remained where he was. His huge cock was almost out of control now and he knew that he was going to fuck the luscious young girl--whatever the cost.
"Do you know what would happen to Tony's career if I phoned a gossip columnist I know and told her about these?" Paul said in a suddenly threatening voice.
"W-What?" Jean managed to ask, her eyes still locked on the obscene photographs.
"He'd be ruined, that's what! Why, he'd lose everything... " he paused and waved his hand. "... this house, any possibility of ever working in straight films again... everything!"
"Why would you want to hurt Tony?"
Paul detected a new fear in the girl's voice and he put his hand on her thigh. She winced but made no move to stop him.
"I don't want to hurt your brother," Paul protested. "This is a straight business deal with me. I'm willing to sell Tony the negatives of the films and all of the stills for a small price."
"How small a price?" Jean asked bitterly.
"Oh, I haven't figured that out yet," he replied with a leer. "Tony and I can work out the details. Since he isn't here I think I'll show him I mean business by sending these... " he indicated the photos in Jean's lap,... to his agent. Just as a kind of warning, you might say!"
There was no mistaking his intentions and Jean was horrified.
"Please, don't do that!" she pleaded. "Tony will be back in two days and I'm sure he'll pay you want you want!"
She felt the hand on her thigh tighten its grip and she had to fight down the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"I might be persuaded to hold off for a couple of days if you treated me right!"
Before she could answer, Paul had his arms around her and was pulling her toward him. His hot face pressed into hers and she struggled to free herself.
"Stop it!"
His answer was an obscene laugh.
Jean wailed loudly as his lips pressed against hers, his tongue forcing her mouth open and snaking in to wrap around hers and suck on it while his hands started to pull her sweater up.
She fought desperately to pull away from him but he was too strong for her and his hands were soon tearing her bra away. The cool night air washed over her nakedly exposed breasts and made her shiver.
"Jesus, honey, those are the nicest tits I've seen in a long time!" Paul said, pulling his mouth away from her lips and gazing down at her heaving breasts.
"Please, don't hurt me," Jean whimpered. She knew that he meant what he said about sending the pictures to Tony's agent and only she could save him from exposure.
"I'm not going to hurt you, baby, I just want to get a look at that lovely body of yours! " The price was high, but Jean knew that she would do anything for Tony. Despite her mounting horror she tried to relax her body as she felt her slacks sliding down her long legs.
Paul's excited gaze was filled with lust as he looked at Jean's beautiful body. Her fright only made him want her more and he suddenly stood up and began tearing away his own clothing, his eyes still locked to the wispy triangle of pubic hair at her thighs.
"Don't move, baby, I want to get a good look at you," he called out to the cowering girl. His eyes ran up and down her voluptuous young figure, from the heaving breasts with their cherry-tipped nipples down along her flaring panty-covered thighs to her beautifully shaped long legs.
"W-What are you going to do?" Jean asked in a voice filled with fear and loathing.
In a moment Paul was completely naked and he stood there in front of her, his huge pulsating cock waving lewdly from his loins. Despite her horror, Jean had to admit that he was still hard-muscled and lean for a man of his age.
"The first thing I'm going to do is to take those panties off and get a good look at that sweet little pussy!"
He reached down and pushed Jean's body until she was stretched out on the couch, her thighs locked tightly together against the impending assault.
"Relax, honey, you're doing this for Tony," Paul laughed.
His strong hands quickly pulled the wispy panties down over her hips and he gasped as her pussy came into view.
"Jesus, that's really beautiful!" he said, bending down and pulling her legs apart.
Jean tried to resist him but it only made things worse and his fingers dug into her milky flesh and left little red welts.
"Put your leg up on the back of the couch so I can get a better look," he ordered her.
He was tremendously excited by now and hardly able to control himself. She obeyed him slowly, closing her eyes as she felt his throbbing male organ press into the flesh of her other leg.
Her brain screamed silently for her to stop now before it was too late but she knew there was no other way. She had to let him have his way to protect Tony!
"What a lovely cunt!" he murmured appreciatively, as the fluttering pink slit came into view. Bending down closer, he felt his cock straining for release from the pressure that was building in his heavy balls.
Jean gasped as his hands came out and began to pull her quivering virginal pussy lips apart. The little hair-lined furrow opened to expose the pink flesh of her inner lips and the tight little hole that they guarded.
"Oh, please, don't... she wailed.
She felt a huge probing finger slip between her thighs and start to bore up into her tightened pussy. She tried to force her cuntal muscles to close the glistening furry hole.
"Jesus, baby, that's the tightest little cunt I've ever seen," Paul breathed heavily. "Just wait until I get my cock up there and start ramming it open! You're going to love it!"
He moved quickly up alongside the terrified girl until he was stretched out next to her. His hands pulled her to him and his face came down heavily onto her panting lovely breasts.
"Stop... don't... please... " her voice trailed off as his moist lips began to nibble at her nipple. Strange and contradictory sensations flooded through her body as she felt a warm, soothing tongue lick in little circles around the pink straining bud of flesh as it tightened into erection.
Paul's hands were busy at the same time sweeping up and down her long thighs, teasing the flesh as he gently massaged her.
She wanted for him to stop the obscene pawing but at the same time she couldn't control the urge to press her body against him more tightly.
He was expert at arousing the young virgin and he could sense that she was beginning to respond to his passionate ministrations.
"Feel my cock!" he ordered her, pulling his lips away from her for a moment.
Slowly and hesitantly, Jean felt her hand searching for the huge throbbing penis at his middle. She tried to tell herself that it was for Tony and that it would soon be over.
She winced at the first contact with the heated pulsing rod. It felt so massive and alive and she had to force herself to bring her fingers around the awful thing.
"That's it, get those hands working," he ordered her. '.'Run your fingers up and down it!"
Her whole body was shaking now and she could feel her pussy warming. Suddenly, his fingers were worming between her thighs and up into her moistly clenching pussy.
"AAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" she groaned from the pain of the probing digits. "It hurts!"
Before she could cry out again his heavy body was rolling onto hers and his throbbing column of flesh was replacing the fingers in her crotch.
"Just relax and it will be in your cunt in a minute," he panted, his face staring down at her.
Jean felt the pulsating purplish knobhead pressing against her cringing pussy and she tried to pull her leg down from the back of the couch.
"Keep it up there," he ordered. "I want plenty of access to your pussy! " The pain was immediate and terrible.
"OOOOOHHHHHHH!" she wailed, desperately trying to stop the terrible penetration.
On and on it went until she thought that she was being split apart by the awful organ. His heated shaft tore into her, scraping the soft inner walls of her pussy with a force so terrible that she hoped she would pass out and save herself the agony.
Just when she thought she could stand no more, the heavy twin sacs of his balls slapped into her nakedly exposed upthrust buttocks and his enormous cock rammed against her womb.
"AAAAAAANNNNNGGGGHHHHHH! " Her scream echoed around the large room as he slowly withdrew his massive cock until just the knob was lodged within her. For an irrational moment she thought that it was all over. Then, as her body tensed, the terrible rape began in earnest.
He thrust his ass forward, driving the heated column of male flesh deeply up into her belly, his wiry pubic hair crushing against her own pubic mound and grinding it painfully.
"Move your ass, you sweet little bitch you," Paul cried out, his cock wedged firmly between her velvety inner walls. "Get your little ass moving good!"
She was being forced to participate in the awful violation of her body and Jean knew that if she didn't do what the man wanted he could destroy Tony. She tried to focus her brain on the image of her handsome brother as her lower body began to respond hesitantly.
"That's it, fuck back!"
She found that the pain was easier to bear if she relaxed her vaginal muscles. Paul had begun a slow rhythmic in and out fucking motion and she thrust herself up to meet the rampaging cock that tore into her.
"UUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! UUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNGGGGHHHH! "she moaned, her breath taken away from each downward thrust of the impaling shaft.
It felt as if she were being torn apart, destroyed forever! Only the thought of Tony saved her from the awful agony and she repeated his name over and over silently and tried to remember his smiling good looks.
Then, slowly and imperceptibly, a change came over her. The pain wasn't completely gone but it was easing up and a warmth was spreading throughout her pussy. Little tingles of sensations were shooting out from the warm, secret spot between her legs and filling her with a frantic desire for more and more of the pleasure-giving thrusts of his cock.
Paul sensed the change in her movements and he slowed down his delighted penis until it was just barely moving in and out of the smoothly clenching little cunt, the flesh tightening around his heated pole and increasing his own pleasure.
"Like it, baby?" he called down to her. "Like the action?"
Jean had to bike her lips to keep from screaming out that she was beginning to love it! It would be too much for her to degrade herself even further by showing him just how much she loved it!
"Beg me for it, bitch!"
Her face was burning and she tried to hold the terrible lust that was beginning to devour her. Her body felt inflamed and was threatening to erupt in an insane quest for more and more of the wonderful pleasure that he was showing her.
"No!" she answered, her face contorted with lust.
"BEG ME!" he shot back, this time adding emphasis to his words with a savage ramming forward with his cock.
"Oh, God, I can't... don't make me say it!" she begged, her body twisting and writhing under his heavy pounding.
"SAY IT!"
She knew that she was lost. She had to have more of his cock inside her--ramming and pounding obscenely and giving her the wonderful sensations.
"YYYYYEEEESSSSSSS!" she screamed. "I WANT IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER ANDMAKEMECOMMMMMMMMEEEEEE!"
Before the last words were out of her mouth, he increased the tempo until she was pleading for him to go on. Her legs suddenly shot up and wrapped themselves around his hard-muscled back. Her whole crotch was open and gaping to his pounding prick and she strove to meet his thrusts.
No longer was she worried about what was happening to her. It didn't matter--nothing else mattered but that she have more and more of the exquisite sensations filling her. Her brother's face had become so firmly fixed in her imagination that she pretended that it was him fucking her instead of the silver-haired older man.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH God!" she moaned. "SCREW ME! FUCK ME!"
Her pussy poured out moist lubricating juices to make his surges easier and her cunt lips were avidly clenching around his rampaging cock, sucking it in and holding it there.
Suddenly, there were new sensations--sensations so overwhelming that the madly writhing and twisting girl almost fainted from ecstasy. Her belly began to rumble with spasm after spasm of pure delight and her legs beat a tattoo against Paul's back.
"I-I-I'M COMING! I'M GOING TO COME!" The words excited him even more and his invading cudgel flashed in and out, the white-hot male juices racing up toward the dilated tip of his cock.
"OH! OH! OH! OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Her words had changed to little yelps of incoherent delight. Thrusting herself up to meet the downward plunging of his mighty prick, she groaned with unbelievable ecstasy.
"Get ready, baby, here it comes!"
Almost before the words were out of his mouth, Paul tensed for a split second and then a hot gusher of male sperm shot into Jean's hungrily milking pussy, spattering the twitching walls and filling her almost to overflowing with the wonderful juices.
"That's soooo goooooodddd! " she moaned, feeling the overflowing sperm ooze out of her still greedily-clenching pussy.
"Don't stop!" she pleaded, every nerve in her body crying out for more of the overwhelming pleasure. "Don't stop!"
But Paul's viciously stabbing cock had already started to deflate and he slowed the terrible trusts down until there was nothing left but a faint movement and the last few drops of white sticky come oozing from his satiated prick.
With a final cry of pleasure, Jean relaxed her body and let the glistening cock slide out of her aroused cunt.
CHAPTER THREE
After it was over and Jean was slipping into her slacks again she felt dirty and ashamed. She watched the older man with a look of distaste on her reddened face.
"Please leave now, you've gotten what you wanted," she said to him, pulling her sweater down over her bare and still tingling breasts.
"Sure, baby, I'm late for an appointment anyway," he replied.
His cock ached from the tight little pussy and he wanted more of it but he knew that she was in no mood for more fucking now. He was an expert at analyzing women and he felt sure that there next meeting would result in even more erotic things for his swollen cock.
He dressed quickly. Then, stepping toward her he gripped her arms tightly.
"Don't get any ideas about telling Tony about what happened here tonight," he said threateningly. "If you cause any problems for me I'll make sure he never works in pictures again!"
"I'd be too ashamed to tell anyone," she replied with a frown. "Just get out and leave me alone!"
He walked toward the door before turning and staring at her.
"Just for the record, baby," he said smoothly, "you really dug that, didn't you?"
Jean saw no point in lying to him. Her degradation was plain enough and she still colored as she remembered the lewd words she had called out while he rammed his cock into her greedy pussy.
"Yes," she admitted, "I liked it!"
Then, he was gone with a final wave of his hand and she was alone.
She went into the bedroom and stripped off the slacks and sweater, throwing them into the hamper in the closet. She had to do something to wash away the terrible feelings of guilt that were beginning to make her temples pound and she went to the bathroom quickly and turned on the shower.
As she stood there and let the hot needles of water wash over her trembling body she suddenly remembered imagining that it was Tony fucking into her instead of Paul. A new wave of shame lashed her brain and she wondered if she were a pervert for thinking such things.
It was true, of course, that she had loved Tony more deeply than most sisters loved their brothers. All of her friends had made little jokes about their relationship. And she had to admit that the thought of his strong arms around her sent shivers of pleasure surging through her body.
Her confused brain was still trying to sort things out as her hands went down to her violated pussy and tried to soap away the remaining traces of Paul's semen.
She let them glide up between her warm thighs and massage the cruelly treated pussy lips. Then, suddenly she blushed as her thumb gently brushed against her clitoris.
Oh, my God, she thought to herself, it's just the same as when I was begging for Paul to fuck me! The sensations were exactly the same and she had discovered how to make them come at will.
Her breathing became faster as her eager fingers pressed into the straining and erect love bud. She leaned against the shower wall to keep from collapsing as the spasms started to shoot through her again.
"Jean! Where are you, honey?"
Startled by the voice, Jean pulled her fingers away and a look of frustration crossed her lovely face. It was Sue Young and she was coming down the hallway into the bedroom.
"I'm in here, Sue," Jean called out, turning off the shower and pulling a bath towel around her wet body. "I'll be out in a minute!"
She hurried out of the bathroom to find Sue Young standing in the middle of the bedroom, her lithe young figure covered by a fur coat.
As soon as she saw the other girl, Jean began to sob loudly, all of the things that had happened to her suddenly overwhelming her. She ran to Sue and collapsed in the girl's surprised arms.
She had to tell Sue everything and the words tumbled out in an almost incoherent frenzy. She recounted every detail of the horrible rape and Paul's threats about Tony. The only thing she held back was the awful things she had discovered about herself and how she had pretended that it was Tony who was fucking her.
"My God, Tony will kill the bastard!" Sue said after the words were all spilled out and only tears were left. "Jesus, he'll murder him for this!"
"You mustn't tell Tony!" Jean insisted, pleading now. "Oh, Sue, promise you won't tell him?"
"OK, honey, if that's what you want," she replied.
The towel had fallen to the floor and Sue suddenly realized that Jean was naked. The white flesh glowed with the heat of the water and little droplets of moisture still remained on her glistening body.
Sue marveled at Jean's beauty. This afternoon when she had picked the young girl up at the airport she hadn't even noticed how lovely she was. Now, standing there with Jean's arms still around her, Sue felt more than just sympathy for the other girl.
"Did he hurt you down there?" she asked, pointing to the wispy triangle of pubic hair.
Sue was bi-sexual--enjoying either men or women. At the moment, she was trying to decide if it would be worth the trouble to make love to Tony's sister.
"It did hurt at first," Jean admitted, lowering her eyes in embarrassment. "It felt like he was ripping me apart with his... his thing!"
"You poor baby," Sue murmured sympathetically. "You just get into bed and let me have a look."
Jean was burning with shame as she let herself be pushed down onto the bed. She told herself that Sue shouldn't be looking at something so personal as her vagina. But the other girl had assumed an air of such concerned authority that she didn't speak.
"Men are such goddamned animals!" Sue said, sitting down on the bed next to Jean and pulling her coat off. She tossed it aside.
Jean could see that Sue was wearing only a skimpy nightgown under the coat and it surprised her. Sue saw the look in the other girl's face and she smiled.
"I didn't bother dressing after Tony called," she said with a shrug of her lovely shoulders. "Besides, I keep a few things here!"
Jean wanted to ask her why she would keep clothing at Tony's house but she was too embarrassed. She felt her legs being pulled apart and the quivering pussy flesh being examined by nimble but gentle fingers.
"Does it hurt here?" Sue asked, her breathing coming faster from the lovely sight that greeted her. She could see the plump little hair-lined pussy lips and the narrow slit between them.
"Just a little bit," Jean said in a quiet voice. "Oh, there, that hurts!" she added as the expert fingers probed up into the cuntal entrance.
"I'll soon fix that," Sue announced, getting up from the bed and going to the bathroom. "Just lie still and I'll have you back in shape in a jiffy!"
Sue took a tube of vaseline out of the medicine cabinet and came back to the bed. Then, pulling off her nightgown she crawled back up on the bed and kneeled between Jean's legs.
"What are you going to do?" Jean asked nervously.
"You trust me, don't you?"
Sue waited for the reply, anxious to get her fingers busy in the almost virginal cunt. She was tremendously excited by the prospects of playing with such a sweet little pussy and her own cunt was burning with lust. She hadn't yet decided just how far she was going to go with the girl and this would give her an opportunity to see how Jean reacted.
Sue's voluptuous breasts pressed against Jean's flat stomach as the girl raised her body and looked at Jean.
"Well, do you trust me?"
"Oh, yes," Jean protested, too overcome with embarrassment to reply otherwise.
Although she tried to force the thought from her mind--she wanted Sue's fingers in her pussy again! She secretly hoped that Sue would touch the little clitoris and send the thrills of pleasure surging through her again.
"Then just take it easy and let me go to work," Sue said, pulling herself down again until she was kneeling between Jean's naked thighs.
She uncapped the tube of vaseline and spread some on her fingers. Then, she began to knead the quivering pussy lips lightly, increasing the pressure a little as Jean began to move her hips with pleasure.
"MMMMMNNNNNNN! That feels good!"
"I know it does, honey. I want to make it well again," Sue murmured, her lust-glazed eyes filled with the wonderful sight of the faked white flesh and the hair-lined little furrow.
She probed gently up into Jean's vaginal channel with one of her fingers, parting the fluttering pussy lips slightly and gazing at the pink inner flesh.
Jean had begun to twist under the gentle digital manipulations. Her pelvis rotated sensuously and she was surprised to find herself waiting for Sue to push more of the expert finger up into her waiting pussy.
"How does that feel?"
"MMMMNNNNNN, it feels great!"
Sue had already decided that she had to have her tongue snaking up the sweet furrow instead of the finger. She slowly slipped her finger out of the quivering vaginal passage and was rewarded with a moan of frustration from the reclining girl.
"Don't worry, honey, I'll make it feel good again in a minute," she called out to Jean. "I just want to get you in a better position. Pull your legs back up until your knees are resting on your breasts."
Jean quickly did as she was told, afraid to break the mounting sexual spell that she felt. Her whole crotch was exposed now and her smooth buttocks glistened with perspiration.
No longer was there any shame or embarrassment in her movements, she felt perfectly at ease with the other girl and could hardly wait until the wonderful hands began to massage her again.
"Oh, you poor baby, look at these welts on your asscheeks!" Sue said, her hands going to the red finger marks that Paul had left.
Her lovely young face came down to Jean's buttocks and she pressed her lips against the bruised flesh. Jean started to protest and move away but Sue quieted her.
"You mustn't be afraid, honey, I'm going to make you feel good all over," she said in a firm but pleasant voice.
Before she could protest again, Jean was star-tied to feel a warm wet tongue licking closer and closer to her widespread crotch. It felt wonderfully alive and Jean moaned.
"You shouldn't do that," she said, little conviction in her voice.
"You want me to, don't you?"
Jean's confused brain told her to say no but her body was beginning to respond in a way that left no doubt as to how it felt.
"MMMNNNNN... no... oh, God, I don't know... mmmmmnnnnnn... y-y-yesssssssss... "
Sue grinned and started to lick the juicy pussy lips that were staring at her so invitingly. It had been several days since she had eaten another girl's crotch and she was more than ready for the sweet meal that was to come.
The reclining girl almost wailed aloud at the first contact of the warm tongue on her genitals. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before and she couldn't control the involuntary movements of her body that thrust up against the tiny penis-like oral organ.
"OOOOOHHHHHHHH... that's it... oh, it feels sooooo wonderful!"
Sue reached down and gripped Jean's buttocks with her hands and pressed her face flush against the wetly pulsating cunt. The pungent odor of female lubricating juices wafted up to her nostrils and excited her even more. Just the thought that this was almost a virginal pussy was driving her out of her mind.
Her tongue dug into the fluttering furrow and she started to lick and suck in earnest, little cries of delight coming from the straining girl. Sue could feel the erotic excitement taking its toll on her own pussy and she wished that Jean were a little more experienced so that they could sixty-nine each other to orgasm.
The wet slithering tongue buried deeply within her contracting pussy was driving Jean out of her mind with ecstasy. She knew that what the girl was doing was wrong but she couldn't help enjoying it.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" she trilled as the tongue slipped out of her wetly clenching pussy and slipped over the straining bud of her erect clitoris. "Oh, God, that's wonderful... wonderful... ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
The avid lips sucked and nibbled at the tiny penis-like bud of sensations and Sue took one hand out from beneath Jean's asscheeks and slipped it into her own warmly waiting cunt, thrilling as the spasms shook her almost immediately.
Jean was bouncing around the bed and writhing insanely now, all of her defenses gone and wanting more of the wonderful sensations to fill her pussy.
"Harder! Suck it harder!" she begged, pulling her knees back further until they were scraping against her hard erect nipples and causing even more pleasure.
Suddenly, without warning, Jean felt a finger probing into her tightly puckered asshole. She cried out and tried to wriggle away from it as the finger bore past her sphincter muscle and slipped easily up into the warm buttery rectal channel.
"Oh... don't... please... not there!" she pleaded as the digit began to move around in the nether hole.
Instead of removing the finger, Sue thrust it in further and Jean found that the pain passed quickly. She moaned with the increased sensations that the probing finger gave her.
No longer were there any pretenses--Jean was bucking wildly against Sue's face and finger and she loved every minute of it. She could hardly wait for the first spasms of orgasm to shake her and she silently prayed that it wouldn't be long.
The warm wet mouth continued to suck and nibble at her clitoris and then, with a wild rush of little explosions, she was coming. Her legs trembled and she couldn't hold them still as she was carried up and up on a wave of exquisite sensations, filling her quivering belly with insane delight. On and on they went, each one building with greater intensity until she thought she couldn't take any more of the delicious pleasure.
"I'm coming!" she screamed. "Oh, God, I'm commmmmmiiinnnnngggg!"
Her juices flooded Sue's mouth and the sucking girl swallowed them lustily, her chin dripping with the wonderful female liquor.
It was over too quickly for Jean and she groaned in frustration as the eager tongue left her warm pussy and Sue slipped up the bed to lie beside the exhausted girl. Their bodies pressed together and their warm lips searched for the other's tongue.
Jean could feel her breasts crushed against Sue's voluptuous body, her nipples meeting the other girl's in a passionate embrace. The finger had slipped out of her asshole and it contracted again and again as if in protest that the pleasure-giving digit was gone.
When their lips finally pulled apart, Jean gazed into Sue's eyes with adoration.
"I've never felt anything like that in my whole life," she said sincerely. "It was... beautiful!"
"You have to promise me something," Sue said suddenly, her eyes hardening.
"Anything... oh, anything!"
"This has got to be our little secret, ok?"
Jean nodded, too filled with the wonder of the other girl's gentle tongue action to want to share it with anyone.
"That includes Tony!"
The name of her brother snapped Jean back to reality. She had completely forgotten Tony in her sexual lusts.
"What am I going to do about Paul Fanning?" she sobbed, remembering his threats. "Tell me what to do!"
"We'll figure out a way to stop him," Sue replied. "You just let me put my mind to it!"
Jean felt relieved and she pressed her lovely body closer to her new friend.
"Did you c-c-come?" she asked Sue. Her voice cracked as she blushed from the embarrassment of asking such a question.
Sue laughed.
"You can't be uptight about something as basic as sex," she told the other girl. "As a matter of fact I didn't. Would you consider playing with my pussy and returning the favor?"
The beautiful blonde nodded in agreement. She would have done anything that Sue wanted at that moment. Despite her aversion to putting her mouth on another woman's genitals, she knew that she could bring Sue to orgasm with her fingers.
"That's great, honey," Sue said appreciatively. "Get down between my legs so you can look at my pussy while you finger-fuck me. There's no sight in the world like a sweet little cunt!"
She slipped down quickly and was startled to see her first naked pussy. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the pink quivering cuntal lips, plump and full with the narrow hair-lined furrow staring back at her.
She licked her lips as her gentle hands reached out and she bent over the nakedly exposed crotch.
"Slip your fingers up inside me while your thumb plays with my clit!"
The warm musky odor of Sue's pussy was delicious smelling and, forgetting her previous inhibitions, Jean leaned closer and kissed the warm wet flesh. It tasted sweet and wonderful and she was soon licking up and down the whole crotch with eagerness.
"Oh, Jesus, baby, that's good... keep it up... kiss my cunt! " Now that she had started, Jean went to work in earnest, her soft tongue nibbling at the hardened clitoris and her lips sucking at the fluttering pink pussy lips.
"MMMMMMNNNNNN!" she murmured into the sweet flesh and driving her oral member past the little folds of flesh and deeply up into the velvety vaginal passage. Sue's cunt was pouring out salty tasting juices and she lapped them up eagerly, swallowing as hard as she could.
In a moment, Sue raised her legs and wrapped them over Jean's back, pulling the willing face further into the nakedly exposed crotch while she yelped her pleasure.
"OH! OH! OH! Get it in farther and suck me dry!"
On and on the insane sucking went until they were both limp and soaked with perspiration. Then, with a scream of delight, Sue tightened her body and started to writhe under the onslaught of wonderful sensations.
"I'M COMING! I'M COMING!"
Instead of slowing down, Jean beat her eager tongue against the girl's pussy with greater urgency. Soon, she was feeling the exquisite spasms herself.
They moaned and wailed together as the orgasms shook their lovely bodies.
After what seemed like hours, Jean pulled her tongue out of the still-twitching pussy and smiled up at her friend.
"I want you to teach me everything!" she said with complete honesty.
They were sunning themselves at the pool the next morning when Tony called from Las Vegas. Jean ran to the phone with mounting excitement, her lithe and luscious body flashing in the hot sun. They both wore skimpy bikinis that concealed none of their voluptuous charms.
In just a few minutes Jean was running out of the house and back to the pool, a look of ecstasy on her face.
"Oh, Sue, you won't believe it! Tony is at the airport and he's coming home early! He'll be here in about a half an hour! Isn't it wonderful?"
Sue laughed at the girl's eagerness but she felt a pang of disappointment at the news. She had planned to spend the rest of Tony's absence teaching Jean more of the ways of bringing pleasure to a woman's body. She had had many other female lovers but never one so anxious and willing to learn.
"That's great, honey," she said with more conviction than she felt.
"You won't leave, will you?" Jean asked, a look of fright on her lovely features. "I mean, you won't go away just because my brother is coming home, will you?"
Sue glanced up at the lovely girl's barely covered body. She could still taste the sweet juices that had flowed into her willing mouth last night and this morning and she had no intention of leaving such a prize.
"No, I won't leave," she replied. "But we've got to be very careful around Tony! "
"Oh, we will... we will!"
Sue rose to her feet and put her arms around Jean.
"How about one last little bit of tonguefucking before your brother arrives?" she said warmly and lewdly.
Without waiting for a reply, she began to undo the straps of Jean's halter.
* * *
"And then the director said to me," Tony paused for an effect before he delivered the punch line. "He said 'Tony, you may not be the world's greatest actor but you'll never be out of a job as long as you can whistle through your teeth like that!' " Jean and Sue broke into loud giggles.
When their laughter had subsided, Tony pushed back his plate and patted his stomach as he sipped his wine.
"Sis, I'd forgotten what a great cook you are. That was the most delicious meal I've had in months!"
Jean blushed as she rose from the table and started to pile the dishes in a stack.
"Let those things go until morning," Tony protested. "I have a girl who comes in three times a week and she can clean up."
He led the girls into the front room and they sprawled on the soft chairs around the open fireplace.
"I'm stuffed," Sue wailed, holding her flat stomach for emphasis. "I'll never be able to eat again!"
"What would you like to do this evening?" Tony asked his sister.
"Evening? It's almost ten o'clock!" Jean said in mock-surprise. "If I were home I'd be in bed and asleep by now."
"Things don't really start swinging until midnight here in L.A.," Sue interjected. "And they don't usually end until dawn--if then!"
Jean yawned.
"Well, I'm going to bed," she said, rising and going to kiss Tony on the cheek. "I still haven't gotten used to the time difference between Ohio and California."
She stole a glance over at Sue. She hoped the other girl could read the message in her pleading eyes. She was far from tired. Her pretense was only so that she could get into bed and wait for Sue to steal in and make love to her. Her pussy burned with desire and she could hardly wait for the wonderful tongue to slip up into her vagina and bring her to another delicious orgasm.
Sue winked at her and smile sensuously, stretching her lovely young body out provocatively.
"Good night, honey, and sleep well," she called out as Jean went toward the bedroom.
Jean undressed quickly and climbed into bed. Her whole body tingled in anticipation and she snuggled under the covers and thrust her fingers between her warm thighs. An electric shock went through her as she touched her clitoris.
The long moments dragged on and Jean tossed about on the bed, wondering what could possibly be keeping Sue. Tony had already asked her to stay the night in the spare bedroom.
Jean's frustration turned to anger at the delay. Her pussy was afire and only Sue's hot tongue could satisfy the craving desire she felt.
After what seemed like hours, Jean pulled back the covers and got out of bed. She slipped into her bathrobe and went out into the hall, intending to go to Sue's bedroom.
The rest of the house was dark but she heard the sound of music coming from her brother's room. Sue had the bedroom next door to his so she slipped quietly by Tony's door and into the next room.
It was in complete darkness.
"Sue?" she whispered, keeping her voice as low as she could.
There was no answer so she went over to where she thought the bed was located. She found it quickly but it was empty and the covers had not even been turned down.
For a moment she stood there, a puzzled look on her face.
Then she brightened as she realized that Sue must be in the bathroom preparing for their night together.
Her eyes were able to make out a door on one side of the room and she scurried across the soft carpet and eased the door open.
She was looking with shocked eyes into her brother's room.
Tony was stretched out on his back on the soft bed with Sue straddling his body, her greedily-clasping cunt sheathing his huge prick.
It was like a terrible nightmare and for a moment Jean thought she was going to faint.
Her brother's face wore a look of rapture as he thrust up to meet the warm moist pussy shoving down on his massive prick and squeezing it tightly.
"Keep up that ass action!" Tony called out to the excitedly humping girl. "Jesus, baby, your cunt sure can work over a cock! " Sue groaned passionately in reply, her smooth white buttocks writhing and twisting with mounting fury as she strove to achieve her climax.
Jean felt a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes widened as the girl who had so recently sucked her pussy continued her mad bouncing up and down on the impaling column of rigid male flesh.
Neither of them noticed Jean standing in the doorway.
Every glorious detail of their genitals was visible to Jean and she looked on in wonder as Sue's ragged pussy flesh was sucked in smoothly when she eagerly lowered herself on the glistening cock sliding deeply into her cunt. As she lifted her body for the next thrust, the pink moist flesh contracted around the enormous shaft and the hair-lined opening pulled tightly over the white male organ.
"I want to come! Oh, God, make me come!"
She was almost incoherently screaming out her wanton desire for satisfaction and Tony gripped her flaring hips with his strong hands and held her locked over him.
"Then fuck harder!" he ordered, his face contorted with lust. "Get that ass moving and really fuck!"
Suddenly remembering the wonderful feelings that had gone through her own pussy when Paul Fanning had skewered her so skillfully, Jean wasn't surprised when the warm glow started to spread outward from her vagina into her trembling limbs. She felt somehow betrayed by Sue and Tony, as though she had some claim to either of them.
Her fingers slipped down and went to her pussy to try to put out the raging lusts that were consuming her. Rather than quieting them, the erotic sight on the bed and her nimble fingers only increased her desire.
She wanted to run across the room and push Sue aside and climb on her brother's upthrusting cock, to feel the wonderful sensations that were making Sue moan so ecstatically. Her lips were dry and her pink little tongue snaked out and licked them nervously.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHH!" Sue groaned, increasing the tempo of her flashing cunt. "Ram it to me! Split in half with that wonderful cock!" Jean's fingers had found her clitoris and were working furiously in the little folds of flesh that protected the seat of her pleasure. She gasped as she felt a small spasm of joy--then another, larger, electric shock.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
Her brain tried to imagine what it would be like to have Tony's gigantic cock plowing up between her legs and making her cry out for more and more of the delicious sensations.
Suddenly, she knew that her orgasm was only a moment away and she worked faster, her fingers sliding in and out of the damp pubic-hair covered pussy with greater and greater urgency.
"I'M COMMMMIIIIINNNNNNGGGG!" Sue began screaming, her words mixing with the grunts of Tony, who was also starting to shoot his heavy load.
"Milk my cock, you bitch!" he demanded. "Milk every bit of my come up into your belly!"
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! Oh, that feels so gooooooooooood! " Their flailing bodies were bucking up and down, trying to force one last pleasure-giving sensation.
With an exquisite rush, Jean felt her own spasm begin. She leaned against the doorframe to keep from collapsing, so intense were the shocks that raged through her pussy and limbs. She felt as if she were being overwhelmed on a storm-tossed sea of delight. Oh, Tony, I want you to make love to me!
Jean was shocked to find herself silently-forming the awful words on her contorted lips.
But it was true, she would have given anything in the world for it to be her pussy that was being filled with the wonderful male come to overflowing.
When her eruptions of pleasure subsided, she quietly closed the door and went back to her own room. Her face burned from the obscene thoughts she had entertained in her confused brain and she wanted to crawl under the covers and shut out the terrible things she had seen and done.
After a maddening hour or so of restless tossing on the soft bed she finally fell asleep, the guilt laying heavily in her.
CHAPTER FOUR
Tony and Sue were still asleep when Jean got up early the next morning. She dressed quickly and went into the kitchen to make strong black coffee for herself.
The telephone rang just as she was about to sit down at the kitchen table and drink the delicious brew.
"Hello," she said dully into the receiver.
"Morning, honey," she heard Paul Fanning say.
The rich smooth voice startled her for a moment as she remembered his threats against Tony and his blackmail attempt.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice tight with anger.
"I called to apologize for the other night," Paul replied. "I've been thinking about it and I think there's a way we might settle this thing without any more trouble."
Jean wanted to believe the man but something in the back of her mind told her to go slow.
"How?"
"Well, I've got to drive up the coast and look at some property I own. I thought you might go along and we could discuss it.
Despite herself, Jean could feel the now familiar warmth spreading through her pussy again. She tried to fight it as she wondered what answer to give the man.
"You mean you'll give the prints to Tony and not tell anyone about them?" she asked, her legs trembling with a burning excitement at the thought of resolving Tony's troubles.
"I'll sure as hell give it a lot of consideration," he answered in a voice filled with sincerity. "Will you go along?"
Jean said yes and arranged to have Paul pick her up in front of the house in fifteen minutes. She hung up the phone and ran to her room to change clothes and write a note for Tony.
A new pang of jealousy hit her as she peeked into Tony's bedroom and saw her brother and the young girl Sue lying in each other's arms, their naked bodies only half-covered by a tousled sheet as they snored softly.
She left a note in the kitchen telling Tony that she was going out shopping and telling him not to worry, that she would be alright.
Paul was just pulling up to the house in a new Lincoln Continental as she stepped out the front door and closed it behind her.
She got into the expensive car quickly and they drove off, neither of them speaking until they were well away from Tony's hillside house.
When he did finally speak, Paul was the very picture of courtly charm. His voice was filled with sincerity as he told the naive young girl how much he wanted to help Tony.
Jean sat back comfortably in the soft leather seat and listened to him talk. She desperately wanted to believe that he would do nothing to hurt Tony's career. But, she couldn't help but remember how savagely he had taken her virginity the other evening and how he filled her resisting body with such wondrous ecstasy from his expert lovemaking.
"Are you going to give him back the films?"
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about, honey," Paul replied, turning at last onto the Pacific Coast Highway and heading the car north. "The trouble is that I do want to give him all of the negatives and stills. But, I'm in kind of a financial bind myself and I need the money."
"But you said
" Jean said quickly.
She was stopped by a wave of his hand.
"I know what I said! I said that there might be a way out for both of us. And there just might be if you help me a little. Will you?"
"What is it you want me to do?" she asked in a suddenly fearful voice.
"I'm on my way right now to see a man who's interested in buying some property I own. If he buys it, I make a nice profit and my money troubles are gone." He paused for effect. "Then I won't need the money I was going to charge your brother for the film!" "But how can I help you? I don't know anything about selling property," Jean asked, a puzzled look on her lovely face.
"This guy has some serious sex problems," Paul replied, his voice low and soothing. "He can't make it with the usual L.A. floozies and when I told him about you he couldn't wait to meet you!"
The awful enormity of his words suddenly struck Jean like a slap across the face. He was going to ask her to prostitute herself!
"You want me to be a... a whore!" She said in amazed anger.
"Is your brother's career worth spending a pleasant afternoon on the beach with a man?"
As angry as she was, Jean couldn't deny the logic. She could save her brother just by letting a stranger make love to her and since she had arrived in California less than two days ago she had done much worse than that.
"Do you promise to give me the films if I do what you say?" she asked. "And never to bother Tony or me again?"
"Sure, baby," he replied heatedly. "I'll never bother you again! "
"Alright, I'll do it!"
There was little conversation as they continued their drive up the coast. Then, just north of Malibu, Paul turned the big car into a private driveway and stopped in front of a beach cottage.
He turned to Jean.
"Now look, honey. I told Sid that you were an inexperienced girl who had just arrived in L.A. from the midwest. He may want to screw you or he may not. I don't care one way or the other as long as you keep him happy enough to sign on the dotted line. OK?" Jean nodded and got out of the car.
There was another car parked by the side of the house and Paul smiled.
"Sid is already here. Now you put on a big smile and just remember that what you do in the next couple of hours is damned important to you and Tony! " They went into the house and were greeted by a tall, dark man who was standing in the front room.
"Sid, baby, glad to see you!" Paul called out heartily, clasping the man's hand in his own and turning to Jean. "I want you to meet Jean Marshal. She's the girl I was telling you about! Isn't she a beauty?"
Jean blushed at the words and soon found herself under the other man's intense stare. His eyes were sweeping up and down her voluptuous body, making her feel almost naked.
He was a darkly handsome man of about thirty. She could tell from the cut of his clothing and the expensive car outside that he was rolling in money. His face wore an almost disinterested look as if he were inspecting a side of beef.
"Isn't she a beauty," Paul repeated.
Sid shrugged.
"She isn't too bad," he answered in a bored voice. "Where are you from, honey?"
The last question was directed at Jean and she managed to stare back at him as she replied.
"I'm from Ohio. I just got in the day before yesterday."
She wished that she had worn something besides the silk blouse and miniskirt.
"Do you like the place?" Paul asked, nervous at the other man's lack of reaction or interest in Jean. "I mean, what do you think? I'll let it go cheaply!"
Sid turned to Paul and gave him a withering stare.
"Why don't you take a ride or something. I don't want to talk business until I see what your friend here can show me!"
Paul almost ran out of the house, promising to be back in an hour or two.
"Make it two!" Sid called out after his retreating back.
They stood there for a moment until they heard the sound of the car driving back toward the highway.
Then, he turned to Jean and for the first time there was a faint suggestion of a smile on his handsome face.
"How did you manage to get mixed up with that creep?"
"I-I don't really know how it all happened," Jean said truthfully.
"You broads never do," Sid answered cryptically.
He moved closer to her and put his hand on her arm. For some strange reason she no longer felt afraid or embarrassed with the man.
"You aren't going to disappoint me, are you?"
"I'll try not to," Jean replied. "But I'm not very experienced! "
"That's just fine, baby, because I can't stand these fucking Hollywood types who'd fuck an elephant for the price of a flop! " He pulled Jean toward the bedroom.
She went unresisting, telling herself that it would soon be over and that she would be back with Tony in no time. As they walked across the room she glanced around. The cottage was sparsely furnished and she could see that the ocean was only a few dozen feet away.
The bedroom smelled musty and disused.
Sid pulled the drapes and threw open the large glass doors that led out onto the porch deck.
"Did Paul tell you what I wanted?"
"N-No," Jean admitted, watching him strip off his sportcoat and shirt.
He had a magnificent body, tanned and lean and without an ounce of spare fat. He sat down on the bed and began to take off his shoes.
"Well, I'll level with you kid," he said softly, standing up in his bare feet and pulling his slacks down over his hips. "I just can't get a hard-on any more unless it's with someone like you--young and inexperienced."
Jean watched with fascination as he stepped out of his jockey shorts and kicked them aside to stand naked in front of her. She could see the little stub of a penis nestled in the wiry pubic hair and she was surprised that it wasn't hard and throbbing like the only others that she had seen.
"Don't get the idea that I'm a fag or anything like that," he said in a hard voice. "I used to screw three, sometimes four broads a day. I guess I'm just fucked out! My only pleasure any more is to have broads like you try and get me aroused. Think you can do it? " For a moment Jean actually felt sorry for the handsome man. It must be terrible to be good looking and wealthy and have girls falling all over you and yet not be able to do anything to satisfy the craving that still burned deeply with you.
"I-I'll try," she said sympathetically. "What do you want me to do?"
"Why don't you start by getting those clothes off," he replied. "I want to see just what I'm taking all this trouble for."
Sid stretched his long body out on the bed and watched her as she unbuttoned her silk blouse with fumbling fingers. She slipped it off her shoulders hesitantly and averted her eyes as she laid it on a dusty dresser.
"How many times you been screwed?"
"Two days ago was the first time," Jean replied with embarrassment. She unzipped her skirt and pulled it down over her panty-clad hips.
"Was it Paul?" Sid asked, not without sympathy.
Jean nodded, trying to cover her shame at standing before a complete stranger in only panties and a wispy bra.
"Why the Christ doesn't he leave the fresh meat alone?" he asked rhetorically. "He's got all the cunt he wants!"
As if suddenly remembering the beautiful girl who stood almost nude only a few inches from the bed, Sid smiled and ran his eyes up and down her luscious young figure. He could see the firmly swelling breasts half-hidden by the bra and the little triangle of blonde pubic hair in the spot where her thighs, creamy white, came together.
"Jesus, you're beautiful!"
Without waiting to be asked, Jean reached behind and unsnapped her bra. She was anxious to get it over with and she knew that she would only prolong the agony by being coy.
Sid's breathing seemed to quicken as the lovely swollen orbs with their pink straining nipples came into view. He patted his cock to see if there was any sign of erection. There was none.
"Have you got a tight little pussy?" he asked lewdly, his eyes widening when the panties were kicked aside and she was standing completely nude, her hands trying to shield the moist furrow of her womanhood.
"I don't know," she answered truthfully, unaware of the sexual pleasure that a tight young clenching pussy could give to a man when it wrapped its moist warmth around a cock.
"Now come over and lay down here," Sid ordered her. "I want to get a better look at you!"
It was pure agony for her to stretch out alongside him on the bed but she knew she had to do it. There was no other choice for her.
She could feel his hot breath on her breasts as he leaned over her and kissed the pink nipples, sucking the flesh between his warm lips and drawing it into his mouth.
"OOOOOHHHHHHH!" she murmured, more in surprise than protest.
His hand was fondling her long white thigh, massaging the flesh and racing up and down her hip with eagerness. She closed her eyes tightly as she felt him raise his lips from her nipple and move his tongue down her flat stomach toward her crotch.
"Open your legs a little," he said. "I'm not going to hurt you."
She obeyed reluctantly, pulling her thighs widely apart and exposing the glistening pink flesh of her naked furry slit to his excited gaze.
"Oh, Jesus, it's just like a young girl's," he groaned, putting his hands on either side of the fluttering pink pussy lips and gently separating them. "It looks so tender I could eat your pussy!"
She was rapidly adjusting to the shame and humiliation of having people inspect her secret warm spot so often. She sighed and relaxed as his fingers started to move back and forth over her thighs and his tongue brushed against her straining clitoris.
"Please," she pleaded, "don't do that!"
He ignored her words and suddenly pressed his face between her thighs, his warm lips nibbling and sucking at the sweet flesh as if it were a feast presented to a starving man.
Jean tried to fight back the erotic thrills that were shooting through her. She knew that this was wrong and that she was nothing better than a whore. At the same time, she was burning with desire and she wanted to have the fervent tongue continue licking at her damp vagina.
He raised his face from her twitching crotch before he could bring her to orgasm. She let out a wail of frustration that quickly died on her lips as his large finger slipped easily into the little pussy slit and pressed into her belly.
Involuntarily, Jean's cuntal muscles contracted and she was gripping the invading digit tightly, trying to keep it from going in any further.
"Oh, it's so tight! What a sweet little cunt you've got, baby!" he said in admiration and appreciation of the clenching little hole holding his finger in a vise-grip.
She relaxed for a moment and the cruel probing started again, this time with his finger plowing deeply inside her quivering cunt until his palm smacked against her bare buttocks.
There was a brief stab of pain as his finger touched her womb entrance.
"AAAAGGGGHHHH!" she cried out, wriggling her body to escape the torturous agony. "Stop, you're hurting me!"
He laughed softly and pulled the finger partially out again.
"Now it's your turn to try and get me hot," he said. "I'm going to finger fuck you while you play with my cock!"
Jean's eyes widened as he pulled his long body around until he was stretched out next to her head-to-toe, his stubby thick cock just a few inches from her face.
"PLAY WITH IT!" he barked in a voice that left no room for argument on her part.
Tentatively, she reached out her trembling hand and touched the pale naked flesh of his deflated cock. It seemed no bigger than her wrist, much smaller than Paul's and Tony's. Tony's! She felt a flutter of jealousy at the thought of Sue and Tony back at the house fucking. It wasn't fair! It should be she who was stretched out under Tony's wonderfully tanned body with his huge cock ramming in and out of her tight little pussy.
Sid had slipped the invading finger into her pussy again and was avidly thrusting it in and out of the pink wetness. It was better than nothing, but Jean would have preferred his eager tongue snaking in and out of her fiery flesh.
"Goddamnit, I said play with it!"
Startled, Jean encircled the thick limp cock in her hand and began to pull the flesh back and forth hesitantly. As her fingers moved up and down the snake-like cock she could see every detail of the male penis. It sprung out of his wiry dark pubic hair like a hose. The large purplish knobhead oozed a tiny drop of male semen from its dilated tip and the heavy twin-sacs of his balls were swollen and pulsing from the huge load of sperm that was contained in the loose flesh.
"AAAAHHHHHHH!" she groaned as his thumb began to beat a little tattoo on her clitoris, forcing the nub into a delicious erection.
It felt so good to her that she wanted to return the favor to him. Almost before she knew what she was doing, her face was inching closer to the useless cock and her tongue had begun to snake out from between her half-parted red lips and sweep back and forth on the hot skin of his cock.
"Have you ever given anybody a blow-job before?" he demanded. When she didn't answer immediately he rammed his finger against her cervix again, causing the same painful stab. "Did you?"
"NO!" Jean replied with a gasp of pain.
He seemed satisfied with the answer and relaxed his probing finger.
"Good! I don't want any whore's mouth sucking my cock!"
The exquisite sensations were building up in her whole crotch again as he resume his kneading of her clitoris. She felt a strange compulsion to keep licking and sucking at the limp cock and she brought her mouth close again, this time flattening her tongue before she started to sweep the warm oral member up and down the short stubby surface.
It tasted salty but not unpleasant and she wondered if she could really satisfy him this way. It seemed to be so gross and degrading but she couldn't help herself. She would have done anything to get the films from the horrible Paul Fanning.
"Lick my balls, oh Christ, lick my balls!"
She let her tongue slip down and make contact with the pulsing mounds of his maleness. Her hand was still pumping up and down on the cock and she thought for a moment that she detected a slight throbbing in it.
She was unaware that her whole lower body was pressing up against the gentle finger that plunged in and out of her quivering cunt. Sid could tell that she was becoming turned on and he worked his finger in and out of the slippery hole faster and faster.
Jean moaned against the pulsing testicles and moved her tongue in sensuous circles around the swollen mounds.
"MMMMMMNNNNNNNN!" she gurgled, filled to overflowing with hot stabbing sensations in her groin.
She felt the limp cock twitching and this time there was no mistaking the fact that it was beginning to swell.
"I'm getting hard!" Sid cried out. "Suck on it and make it harder, honey, oh, Jesus, I'm getting a hard-on!"
He was so delighted that Jean's mouth went immediately to the thick purplish knob and her lips ovaled as she slipped the warm cavity around the heated flesh and drew it inside her.
She was beside herself with desire and she wanted to have the stubby cock hard and throbbing so he could ram it into her pussy and bring her the wonderful feelings of orgasm.
"Get your tongue moving," Sid called out, his busy fingers flashing in the damp flesh of her pussy furiously. "Lick it good!"
Jean worked lovingly on the lust-swelling cock, nursing it up and up into hardness. She felt a great surge of power at being able to do with her mouth what other women couldn't. Her tongue ran back and forth on the sensitive underside of his prick where the knob joined the shaft, sending shivers of erotic anticipation through both their bodies.
"I love for you to suck my prick! Oh, Jesus, that's really good, baby. It's getting hard, I can feel it coming up! Don't stop... get it hard enough for me to fuck you... I want to shove it up your cunt until you beg for more... oh, oh, ooooohhh... lick it... suck meeeeeee!"
He was thrusting his pelvis back and forth, shoving the half-hard penis deeper into her hungrily-sucking mouth.
Time and space lost all meaning for Jean and she tried to devour the male flesh. What had begun as a small limp organ was now heated and throbbing, a mouthful that threatened to overflow her warm cavern. But she loved it! She loved every single inch of the wonderful shaft!
Her jaws were stretching almost to the breaking point and she tried to relax them even more so that she could accommodate all of the cock within her.
She wanted to scream out for him to lick her clitoris and pussy as he had done before, to bring her the ecstasy that she wanted and needed! As her tongue passed over the slippery rough knobhead she darted it for a moment into the tiny slit at the end and was rewarded with a drop of delicious male come.
"Oh, Christ, that tongue action is great!" Sid called out to her. "Don't stop now! I want it to be huge when I shove my cock up your pussy!"
"UHM... UMMMMMMMMM AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
She was suddenly bathed entirely with a scalding, pulsing pleasure so erotically beautiful that she wondered if she could survive the force of her orgasm.
Realizing what was happening, Sid pulled his fingers out of her cunt and clamped his warm mouth on the erect clitoris. He sucked hungrily on the tiny bit of flesh, forcing more and more of the intense spasms out of her madly bucking body. He could feel his own cock straining and he wondered if he could shoot a hot load of sticky white come into her mouth before she finished her delicious mind-bending orgasm.
Suddenly, he felt the first surge of sperm racing up his hard cock and he tensed for a split second before exploding the flood of hot juices into her greedily-sucking mouth.
Jean gagged, fighting down the desire to pull her mouth off the gigantic cock. She wanted to drink every drop of it, to suck him dry and make him her slave forever.
"I-I-I'M COMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM-MMMMIIIIINNNNNNGGGG!" Sid wailed in amazement and pleasure. It had been weeks since he had felt the overwhelming sensations shooting through him and he wanted to scream in happiness.
He quickly clamped his lips against the writhing crotch again, not ever wanting to stop the insane feelings of ecstasy that were rocking him.
As Jean gulped down the scalding male juices, she felt it ooze out of the corners of her mouth but she didn't care how obscene it must look. She would have sucked a thousand cocks at that moment, so full of rapture from the sensations shooting through her loins and belly.
"Keep it up, baby! Oh, Christ, that's good! Suck it all out!"
Her lovely young body was still spasming with the delightful orgasms when he suddenly pulled his cock from her mouth and scurried around on the bed.
"I'm going to fuck you!" Sid cried out excitedly. "I'm going to fuck you!"
Jean had no objections to his suggestion and she pulled her legs widely apart and waited for the agitated man to mount her. She was basking in the afterglow of her orgasm and in the knowledge that she was bringing him pleasure.
As he lowered his large body down on top of her, a look of agony crossed his face.
"What's wrong?" Jean asked.
"I'm losing my hard-on!" Sid spat out in disgust. "I should have known it was too good to be true! The fucking thing is getting soft again!"
She reached down between his legs to see for herself and her hand grasped the rapidly shrinking cock. It was still wet with a mixture of her saliva and his white sticky come.
"Let me suck it up again!"
Jean would have done anything to rekindle the desire in Sid. She was all ready for a good hard fuck and it was frustrating to have to stop now.
But Sid rolled off her body and lay next to her, his fists clenching angrily.
"Damnit, I thought it was going to be alright this time! What in the hell happened I wonder?"
She pressed her warm hip against him and tried to console the dejected Sid. Her hands trailed down his flat belly to his cock and she tried to fondle it back into erection.
Nothing seemed to work and she was getting as unhappy over the situation as he was. Her whole crotch was yearning for the thrill of his cock sliding up into her clasping cunt and she wondered what she could possibly do to help him and herself.
"Please let me suck it up again," she repeated.
"It wouldn't do any good,!' Sid groaned in anguish. "It's happened like this before and there's only one thing that's ever helped."
"What? Just tell me, I'll do it for you, honey!"
He raised himself on one elbow and looked directly into her lovely eyes.
"The only thing that's ever done the trick is for me to ass-fuck the girl!"
Jean gasped in protest as he started to pull her body around.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh, please!" Jean begged, twisting her body and trying to escape the strong hands that were forcing her onto her stomach. "Oh, God, don't do that to me! You'll hurt me... I know you will!"
Sid stopped for a moment, his heavy breathing echoing around the room.
"Look, baby, I don't know what Paul Fanning has on you and I don't give a shit! But if you want me to make him happy by buying this dump you better get that little asshole ready for a reaming!"
Jean prayed that she would pass out before the impending pain began. She had never heard of anything so dirty in her young life and just the thought of his penis inside her cringing anal opening made her want to throw up.
"Are you going to cooperate?" Sid asked in a cruel voice.
Her reeling brain tried to decide what to do as he held her in the obscene position, her smooth trembling buttocks waving in the air in front of him and her naked cunt open and exposed.
"Make up your mind quick, baby, or I'm going to get dressed and leave!"
She whimpered her reluctant assent and tried to relax her body.
"That's better!" he cried happily. "It won't hurt as much as you imagine! I've fucked plenty of assholes and no one has ever complained once we get going!"
He lifted her stomach and thrust two pillows underneath it to give him better access to the lovely girl's churning buttocks.
"Raise your ass a little bit," he ordered her, kneeling down behind the trembling girl and pulling her asscheeks apart with his fingers.
The tiny puckered brown hole excited him and he pressed his thumbs against the hairless opening and tried to pull it apart.
Jean tightened her rectal sphincter, causing it to appear to be winking at him. He gasped at the lovely sight and brought his face closer, his tongue darting out to stab into the little orifice.
"OOOOOHHHHHH!" Jean called out if surprise from the wet contact.
"Take it easy, kid," Sid replied, pulling his face away from her wriggling ass and gazing at the gaping pussy nestled in her crotch. "I'll take it slow with you! " Despite her horror, Jean had ambivalent feelings about what was to happen. She had been frightened about losing her virginity also and she realized how baseless those fears had been. And, she thought to herself, who would have thought that my pussy would ever be sucked dry by Sue's warm mouth!
"Reach around and pull your cheeks apart," Sid demanded. He was positioning himself behind her, his still limp cock in his hand.
It was uncomfortable, but Jean managed to rest her upper body on the mattress while her hands came around and pulled the trembling buttocks apart for him.
Sid lay his cock in the damp furrow between her asscheeks, the thick purplish knob resting lightly against her puckered anal opening. Then, he gripped her hips with his hands and pulled her back into him, feeling the contracting asshole working against his cock.
"Just take it easy, baby," he said soothingly. "I think it's starting to get hard!"
The sensation of the cock against her anus wasn't unpleasant and Jean rotated her ass seductively, trying to increase her pleasure. As she moved she could feel his cock harden until it felt like it was pulsing as before when she had sucked on it and brought it to erection.
"It's working!" Sid cried out, pressing his body into her asscheeks forcefully. "It's getting hard! Christ, it's getting hard again! " There was an excitement in his voice that made Jean want to smile despite her uncomfortable position and the thought of what was about to happen to her.
"Do it easy, please," she asked in a low voice. "Don't hurt me!"
"I won't hurt you, baby," he replied, excited by the way his cock was swelling.
The thick stubby penis was still far from erect but he knew that it was hard enough now to shove into her asshole and he reached down and guided the tip up against the tightly clenching brown hole.
Without warning he began to push forcefully against her hairless hole with his cock. To his surprise and delight, the knob slipped in easily.
Jean had to clench her teeth tightly together to hold back the scream of agony as she felt him thrust his penis past her sphincter muscle and drive the rough rubbery head into her rectal channel.
"AAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!" she moaned, overcome with pain from the brutal rape of her virginal nether hole.
"Don't move," he said hoarsely. "Let me do the work at first and it'll be easier on you."
The tight little ring of her anus was stretched unbelievably by his fast-swelling hardness and she let her breath out slowly and tried to relax the contracting sphincter muscle.
Then, she gasped again as he thrust it further up into her warm channel, the heated flesh stretching and distending her little passageway to its limits.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHH! It hurts! It hurts!"
"Move your ass now!" Sid cried out as he watched the glistening cock disappear into her asshole. "Swing it from side to side slowly!"
She did as she was told and fold that the first initial shock was quickly dissipating, replaced by an ache that she could bear if she relaxed as much as possible.
"Slowly! Just move real slowly!"
She tried to adjust the tempo of her movements to the massive prick ramming into her slowly. She was determined to go through with it and she tried to forget the pain and concentrate instead on the budding pleasure she felt.
Despite his excitement, Sid was capable of restraint. Every time she started to tighten up, he paused until she had relaxed again and, with renewed undulations of her buttocks, invited him to penetrate deeper. He matched each lewd swing of her trembling buttocks with a short thrust of his blood-engorged cock until something seemed to give way inside her.
Suddenly it seemed like a switch had been turned on, that she had opened up entirely, that the muscles of her cock-split young anus were working to draw his now-rampant cock deeper inside her instead of fighting it. She cried out in pleasure, and with the sound, Sid plunged forward so hard that his balls smacked loudly against the tautly-spread cheeks of her ass.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried out, her buttocks grinding and bucking back against him, seeking more of the asshole filling cock. "Oh, fuck me!"
As she spread her knees wider and tried to raise her obscenely twisting buttocks even farther up in the air, he began to drive violently in and out of her. His hotly raging cock encountered no resistance now and Jean found herself rising to take every stroke to its fullest and strain to absorb more and more of him. She rocked back on knees and elbows, matching his rhythm, feeling the lust-hardened shaft of his cock reaming into her virginal rectum without mercy, twisting and rooting and she began to cry out in her ecstasy, mouthing every lewd word she could think of, reaching a point of near-delirium from the wonderful sensations.
"Fuck my ass! Screw me, you bastard! Shove your cock up me and split me in two!"
Her heaving breasts danced wildly beneath her as she met the forward thrusts, and then she felt her fingers running into her passion-drenched pussy, tickling the swollen head of her clitoris. She balanced herself on one elbow and reached behind herself to catch the heavy sac of his balls and squeeze them in rhythm to his brutal ass-fucking.
"I'm coming... I'm coming... commmmmiiiinnnnggggg!" she cried out, hair tossing wildly about her as she rammed her milk-white buttocks back at him. "Don't stop fucking... don't stop... DON'T!!"
She could feel perspiration dripping from her body and streaming down the pillows under her hips and onto the mattress. She wondered if human flesh could bear such ecstasy.
Sid's hands were suddenly grasping her insanely twisting hips as the lust-thickened cock rammed in and out of her widesplit asshole and she heard him crying out behind her. She felt him rear back and then plunge forward with renewed violence into her tender little anus again and again, and until she nearly lost consciousness before the final thrust and the gushing of white-hot viscous sperm deep into her forever stretched nether flesh. Her body continued to respond milking his lewdly pistoning cock and clutching it frantically as they both trembled together. Slowly his weight sagged forward on top of her.
She tried to make her come-filled rectum tight to hold his softening penis up there as long as possible. He was breathing hard in her hair, kissing and licking her ears and neck and telling her she was wonderful.
They lay locked like that for a long time before he slowly raised himself up and his limp penis slid from her no longer virginal anus, trailing white strings of come that settled into the glistening crevice between her buttocks and she was able to get up on her hands and knees and weakly move to ease her spent body.
Sid dropped down beside her.
"God, baby, that was great!" he said. "I told you it would work!"
Jean stirred lazily. She couldn't help the little thrill that ran through her satiated body as he complimented her.
"I never would have believed it could be so wonderful!" she replied, still feeling the little tingles of pleasure in her aching asshole.
Sid looked at his watch and saw that it was almost time for Paul Fanning to return. He pulled his body from the bed and began to dress slowly.
"What are you doing? "
"Or creep friend is going to be back soon," Sid sighed contentedly.
"Will I see you again?"
Jean almost choked on the words but she managed to get them out. She knew now that the only way she could ever keep from wanting her brother Tony was by submerging herself in sex with other men. It would be disaster if he let her burning cunt stay unsatisfied for very long around the handsome boy.
"I don't know," Sid replied. He was staring at her intently, his trousers in his hands. "Usually it never works more than once. I guess I need variety to get it up!"
"Couldn't we even try?" Jean pleaded. She liked the handsome man and wanted desperately to see him again soon.
Sid thought for another moment and then smiled down at her lovely body.
"Why not? I'll give you my phone number and you can call me next week. How's that?"
Jean was immediately relieved. Then, she remembered why she had come here in the first place.
"What about Paul Fanning?" she asked breathlessly. "Are you going to sign whatever it is he wants?"
"I think you better tell me the whole story, honey," Sid said, sitting back down on the bed beside her.
The words came out in a rush of frustration and anger. She told the intently listening man everything--from her first meeting with the terrible silver-haired producer until their talk today. Sid's mouth tightened as she finished.
"Don't worry about a thing, honey," he told her. "I'll see that the bastard never bothers you or your brother again! " Jean was still thanking him when she heard the big car pull up in front of the cottage.
CHAPTER SIX
Jean was only vaguely aware of the long drive back down the coast toward Los Angeles. She was too excited by the knowledge that no longer would she have to fear what Paul Fanning could do to Tony.
Sid had been masterful with the producer, gripping him tightly with his hand while he threatened to expose him for the blackmailer that he was unless he immediately turned over all of the films and photographs and vowed never to bother Tony or Jean again. She remembered how frightened the older man had been as he pleaded for Sid not to strike him. The two men had gone out to Paul's car and returned with several film cans and a box of photos. While Jean watched in fascination, Sid directed Paul to burn the material in the fireplace. Not even the acrid odor of the burning film detracted from her joy and she smiled as the last bit went up in black smoke.
She heard them discussing the sale of the cottage and then watched Paul leave hurriedly with a last shouted warning from Sid.
"We're almost there, kid," Sid said suddenly pulling up at a taxi stand in front of a Hollywood Hotel. "I think you'd better take a cab the rest of the way."
She stood on the curb and watched him drive away, his promise to try and see her next week still ringing in her happy ears. She hoped that she would be able to wait that long.
Then, she got into a waiting cab and drove to Tony's houses.
He met her at the door.
"Where in the hell have you been, sis?"
His voice was agitated and she could see that he was extremely upset.
Jean rushed into his arms and wrapped herself tightly against him, little tears of happiness forming at the comers of her eyes.
"But I left you a note!" she protested, her face pressing into his chest. "I told you I'd be alright!"
Tony stepped backward and held her at arm's length. There was concern written all over his handsome face and a worried look in his eyes.
"It had something to do with Paul Fanning, didn't it? Don't lie to me... Sue told me all about his little visit the other night!"
Jean suddenly hated Sue for breaking the confidence. She had no right to do that, Jean thought bitterly. She shouldn't have told Tony!
Jean could only stand there and nod, her crestfallen look the only answer he needed.
"Come into the house, sis," he said, pulling her toward the front room. "We've got to have a talk!"
She went reluctantly, terrified that he would think she was no better than a whore. Tony pushed her down onto the couch and sat next to her, their knees touching.
"Why in the hell didn't you tell me about what happened!" Tony demanded. "I can handle Paul Fanning!"
"But, Tony, it's all over now. I watched Paul burn the film and photographs! He won't ever bother us again! "
"What?"
"It's true! Sid made him burn the films and told him if he ever bothered us again that he'd have him killed!"
"Wait a minute, sis, who's Sid and what the hell is this all about?"
He sat quietly while she told him what had happened. She left out nothing, no detail of the day was kept back. Jean blushed as she averted her eyes when she forced herself to recount how she had gone to bed with Sid to get the films back from Paul.
Tony was stunned and he couldn't find any words for what seemed like several minutes. Then, he let out his breath in a heavy sigh and pulled Jean into his arms.
"You did all that for me?" he asked in amazement.
Jean nodded, the tears flowing freely now that it was all out and her shame and humiliation complete.
"I love you so much that I couldn't let anything happen to you," she murmured against his heaving chest. "I just couldn't!"
"But to do what you did! I don't know what to say!"
Jean felt dirty and degraded. All the things she had done had been for Tony's benefit and not hers. She had come to California only two days ago, wide-eyed and virginal and wanting nothing more than to spend the precious days with him. Now, she was sullied and her chastity gone forever.
Even worse, she had discovered some terrible things about herself in finding the intense pleasures of sex. There was no use in trying to deceive herself, she thought bitterly. I want my own brother to fuck me!
All of the old jokes her friends used to make about how she would rather be with Tony than them suddenly were an awful, terrifying reality.
"Do you want me to leave?" she asked in a tearful voice, dreading the answer.
"I-I-I don't know," he stammered in reply, his own thoughts confused by Jean's revelations.-If there was one thing in the world he thought he could be assured of it was his sister's purity. From what she had told him she was no longer that! She was, in fact, no better than the thousands of other women in Southern California who would spread their legs for almost anyone.
Jean pushed him away and got to her feet.
"You don't have to say it, I guess. It's plain enough that you hate me!"
She ran out of the room before he could answer or stop her.
Slamming the bedroom door, she threw herself on the bed and began sobbing. Her wails of humiliation echoed around the room and came back to her tortured ears like a whiplash.
Suddenly she heard the bedroom door open and Tony's voice calling out to her.
"Forgive me, sis, I must have been out of my mind to let you think I don't love you and want you to stay here!"
"You don't hate me?" Jean asked incredulously. "A-And I don't have to go back to Ohio?"
She pulled him down onto the bed beside her and her avid lips were covering his handsome face with fervent kisses while their bodies came together explosively.
She knew it was wrong but she couldn't stop herself from bringing her half-opened mouth down onto his, her tongue snaking into his mouth and greedily sucking on his warm oral member.
For a moment, Tony wanted to stop her. Then, knowing that she would only interpret it as evidence of rejection by him, he let himself relax and enjoy the frantic tongue sucking.
Jean's mini-skirt was hiked up around her hips and she pressed her pubic mound into Tony's crotch with only the thin material of her panties and his trousers separating their genitals.
Stop it, Jean, we mustn't do this! It's Wrong! Tony formed the words in his mind but his tongue refused to say them. All of the love and affection that he had ever felt for Jean were surfacing, overwhelming him and making him allow her to lewdly arouse his already throbbing cock.
He pulled his lips away and looked down into his sister's contorted face.
"I love you, baby," he said. "I want you to be here with me forever!"
"Oh, Tony, I love you too!"
Jean rotated her pelvis sensuously and pressed it more tightly against his pulsating penis, feeling the throbbing organ respond in the way she hoped it would.
Before either of them really could comprehend what was happening, Tony had ripped Jean's blouse and bra away and was fastening his avid lips on her pink erect nipples.
"OOOOHHHHHHH!" she murmured, pushing them up toward the tongue that was lovingly caressing the straining sweet flesh.
She knew that she had to feel the heated pulsing cock so she reached down and unzipped his trousers, freeing the massive organ. He groaned as her fervent hands raced up and down the shaft, sending shivers of delight through his loins.
It was much too late for them to stop the obscene and incestuous act.
Raising her voluptuous hips slightly, Jean pulled her skirt off and threw it aside. Then, her thighs trembling with erotic anticipation, she pulled her white panties down her long lovely legs and felt his stiff pole poking against her pubic mound. She ground it into him, guiding the throbbing cock with her hand.
"Oh, Tony, I want you to make love to me... to f-f-fuck me! " There, she thought, the words are finally out. She felt no shame or embarrassment as he slipped his hand between her milky-white thighs and started to fondle her warm moist pussy.
"MMMMMMMMNNNNNNNNNNNN!" Jean groaned, spreading her legs wider to give him full access to her twitching cuntal area. Her breathing was tortured and her softly swelling breasts were heaving up and down under Tony's passionate tongue and lips.
Jean's nimble fingers were dancing wildly up and down Tony's cock, feeling every inch of the wonderfully massive tool and marveling at its huge size. By comparison, Sid's penis was tiny.
"I'm going to ram my cock up in your sweet pussy, honey," Tony said, pulling his head away from her breast. "I've wanted to do this for years and I'm going to show you how it feels to be really fucked!"
He quickly stripped his shirt and trousers off and was soon naked. Jean's eyes widened at the hard-muscled and gloriously tanned body.
"Treat me like your whore!" Jean cried out when he once again thrust his fingers into her crotch and began a slow wonderful tattoo on her meaty clitoris. "I'll do anything you want me to... I'll suck your cock or let you screw me in the ass... anything!"
The erotic suggestions excited him tremendously and he felt a shiver of delight in his groin as she squeezed his pulsating cock for emphasis.
"Just get those beautiful legs spread apart, honey, here I come!"
Without further comment, he rolled over on top of her and nudged his thick cudgel between her quivering pink pussy lips, the tip just barely sliding between the tiny clenching opening.
"Shove it to me! Oh, God, shove it to me!" Jean wailed, grabbing her ankles and spreading her thighs even more. His lean body was pressed into hers and his chest was rubbing the wiry hair over her excited nipples.
"AAAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEE!" Jean screamed out in pleasure as the huge erection began to bore deeply into her trembling cunt, plowing through the velvety inner flesh smoothly until his balls slapped heavily into her upturned buttocks.
"Move that ass, baby," Tony ordered, resting for a split second before withdrawing the massive penis and ramming her again. The tight little pussy was contracting around his cock and sending waves of pure sensation through his loins and he knew that this would be the best screwing that he had ever experienced.
The screaming girl needed no urging and was soon thrusting her ass in little circles, rotating her pelvis and clenching her cunt muscles around the impaling cock that thrust in and out with a quickened rhythm.
Her whole body was a searing mass of flesh, out of control and greedily forcing more and more of the gigantic cock into her fiery hole.
Tony's ass bounced back and forth as he smoothly thrust his lust-swollen cock in and out of the pulsating cuntal slit. He felt the bulbous head slide easily up inside and her throbbing vaginal wetness close around it.
There was a delicious tingling in her puckered anal opening and suddenly Jean wanted something shoving deep into her nether opening.
"P-Put your finger in my asshole," she mewled softly, almost embarrassed by the quest for additional pleasure. "Shove it up inside me while you fuck me!"
Tony was shocked. But it was too late to fight down the erotic thrill that the suggestion brought to him.
"If that's what you want, honey," he said huskily as he searched the deep furrow of her anal crevice and his fingers finally found the tightly puckered ring of her asshole. Jean reached back with her own hands to stretch her buttocks wide so that he didn't have to break the rhythm of his lustily pistoning cock-strokes in order to keep his fingers busily probing into her. For a moment he teased around her pulsating anal entrance, taunting her and refusing to enter. He could feel her whole body tense with excitement and she thrust her roundly flaring hips downward, as though she were physically begging him to slide his playful finger lewdly up inside her asshole. Finally, he gave her her wish and jammed his middle finger into her anus up to the first knuckle. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh," Jean moaned as burning sensation shot searingly throughout her doubly speared loins. She knew that it would go away in just a second and she gritted her teeth and waited for the surge of pleasure that was to come.
He thrust again, up to the second knuckle, and she continued to wail helplessly in agony and excitement, digging her fingernails into the muscles of his back. In spite of the momentary pain, she screwed her buttocks onto his finger, drawing it all the way up inside her rubbery warm rectum. He could feel his own cock through the thin membrane of skin that separated her two furiously contracting passages, and he began sliding his finger in and out of her clenching rectal sheath with the same rhythm as that of his rigidly driving penis.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH TONNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYY! " Pinioned against the mattress, the young blonde hair out of her eyes. "I mean about let-shafts plunged in and out of her--in and out at an increasing speed. She writhed and squirmed furiously, loving the burning pain that coursed deliciously through her body, bringing her closer and closer to the moment when she would explode in tumultuous and mind-shattering release.
Tony knew he was fast approaching the time when he could no longer hold back the eruption of his scalding seed, already churning and throbbing in his lust-tightened balls. He fought it as long as he could, conditioned by his months of pornographic film-making when he had to maintain an erection at all costs. Then, just as he felt he could no longer contain himself, Jean suddenly began to gyrate wildly against him, sucking his lewdly probing cock and finger even deeper up inside her.
"Oh, Tony, oh, oh, oh, I'm going to come!" she wailed. "Oh, honey, come with me! Now! Now! NOOOOOOWWWWWWW! " Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her face contorted in ecstasy, as her climax shuddered through her with the force of an earthquake.
Tony continued to pound into her furiously, his own orgasm only seconds behind hers.
"Ah... AH... AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he cried out, throwing his head back as the first jets of hot milky come squirted out of his penis and into her nakedly quivering loins in a seeming endless stream of violent release. It almost seemed as though he hadn't fucked in months, so overpowering was his pleasure, and his intensity only increased Jean's exquisite joy.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of wantonly lewd orgasm, their passions ebbed, leaving them both warmly satisfied.
"I can't tell you how good that was for me," Jean moaned, her soft lips trailing over Tony's still-heaving chest. "I thought I'd die with pleasure! "
"Yeh, it was the best for me too," he sighed heavily, his wetly glistening cock lying on his exhausted thigh like some huge worm.
"You meant what you said before, didn't you, Tony?" Jean asked, smoothing her tangled long blonde hair out of her eyes. "I mean about letting me stay here?"
"Of course I meant it," Tony replied.
Tony was not yet over the shock of what they had done. All the age-old prohibitions against incest by the church and the law were difficult to shake off in the few moments since he and Jean had begun their obscene dance of love on the bed.
He looked at his lovely sister and marveled at how he could have failed to see the sheer beauty of her compared to the dozens of girls he had dated and fucked in the past few years.
"W-What about Sue?" Jean asked hesitantly.
"What do you mean?" Tony replied in a puzzled voice.
For a moment Jean was torn between telling her brother about the things that had happened between she and Sue, and the possibility of keeping the lesbian relationship undetected.
"I wasn't spying on you," Jean continued, "you've got to believe that... "
"Yes?"
"... I came into your bedroom to say goodnight, last evening and I saw you and Sue...
making love! " Tony was stunned and for a moment he didn't answer. Then, with a broad smile he leaned down and faced his sister.
"Honey, you've got to get used to the fact that I'm a man--with all that the term implies! Sue and I are good friends and will continue to be. Things have changed now, of course, and I don't expect that I'll spend much time in the sack with her because of you."
He was being so honest and up-front with her that she couldn't keep her secret back any more. She told him of her relationship with Sue in a low voice, watching his face for the expected reaction. She left out no detail of the mutual tongue-fucking--including how much she had enjoyed it.
The reaction she got from him was the last thing in the world she would have expected.
"I don't care how many broads you make it with," he stated with a lewd smile on his face. "The only thing I care about is that you don't stop enjoying my cock!"
He patted his swelling penis for emphasis. "Oh, honey, I wouldn't ever stop that!" She protested. Her warm fingers reached down and encircled the wonderfully powerful shaft, lovingly racing up and down it and shuddering at the thought of ever again being deprived of such bliss.
Jean moved her lithe young body down until her desire-flushed face was poised just over the rigidly throbbing cock, her lips parting in anticipation.
"I'd like to suck you, Tony! Do you mind?"
He answered with a groan of pleasure and thrust his hand up to guide her tousled head down over the fiery purplish-colored tip.
Just as her lips were about to encircle the gigantic knob, another voice came from the doorway.
"Well! Can more than two play this game?"
Jean and Tony looked up in surprise to see Sue Young standing looking at them with widened eyes.
"Sue! We didn't hear you come in," Tony cried out in embarrassment.
Sue laughed as she walked toward the bed, pulling her clothing from her voluptuous body.
"No, you were too busy to hear much of anything!"
The sight of the naked couple on the bed was tremendously stimulating to the young actress and she couldn't wait to join them on the bed. She looked straight into Jean's eyes as if asking permission.
"I've told Tony everything... Jean admitted, also excited by the prospect of the lovely girl joining them. "He doesn't mind at all, do you, Tony?"
Tony never got enough of the sight of the magnificent body of his friend. His eyes travelled quickly down the gorgeous girl's voluptuous breasts, her flat stomach with the dark triangle of pubic hair nestled between her wonderful thighs, and the long soft legs that so expertly clamped around his own lean body.
"I don't mind in the least," he replied, his hand still on the back of Jean's neck. "As a matter of fact, if we can figure out a way to get our mouths working together I'd like nothing better than a three-some right now!"
"Oh, that's easy," Sue said with mounting excitement as she climbed onto the bed and started to massage Jean's swelling thighs. "How about a daisy chain?"
The term wasn't familiar to Jean but she soon learned how enjoyable it could be. She watched as Sue stretched out head-to-toe alongside Tony, her quivering pussy at his eager face. Then, she snaked her long leg over his chest to give him better access to the tiny hair-lined slit.
"I'll suck your pussy while Tony eats my box and you mouth-fuck him," Sue said in a breathless voice to Jean. "You'll have to arrange your little cunt so that it's right over my mouth. Do you think you can do it?"
Despite her lack of sexual experience, Jean pulled her lovely body around and lowered her glistening pink furrow down onto Sue's waiting tongue. At the same time, she slipped her crimson lips around his cock and hungrily drew the lust-swollen shaft into her mouth.
In a moment their warm wet tongues were working in concert, each of them trying to outdo the other in bringing joy to the heated genital flesh.
"MMMMMMMMMMMM!" Jean mewled as the thick organ slid smoothly past her velvety inner mouth flesh to lodge in the back of her throat. She began a wild tattoo on the desire-hardened column of rock-hard maleness and her loins began responding to Sue's fervent tongue.
Her whole body felt insanely alive with the wonder of the exquisite sensations that shot through her. She could see her brother's frantic tongue lapping noisily on the thrusting pink furrow that lay between Sue's widespread thighs and the sight was tremendously erotic.
Their rhythm began slowly, then picked up as their perspiring bodies writhed and bounced up and down and back and forth on the straining bed.
"AAAAARRRRGGGHHHHHHH! Push your cunt into my face harder!" Sue called out to the cock-stuffed girl above her. She wanted every inch of the heated wetness flailing against her greedily sucking lips and tongue and the lusty action was making her anxious for more and more.
Jean responded with a will, forcing her milky-white thighs further apart and pressing her lower body down against the probing tongue. Sue was licking and nibbling furiously, her strong white teeth nipping at Jean's meaty clitoris as though she meant to eat the little bud.
Jean thought she would go crazy from the wonderful sensations that shot through her, filling her whole body with a delicious and ecstatic sense of nearing eruption. She redoubled her efforts on the desire-swollen cock that pulsated and throbbed under her tongue and mouth.
Tony yelped into the damp pussy of Sue as he felt his sister's clenching mouth hungrily thrust down onto the huge straining erect cock jutting from his burning loins. Her tongue swirled lewdly around the sensitive underside of the shaft, milking and sucking the white-hot juices up from his heavily-swollen twin sacs.
Almost simultaneously, they began to probe each other's puckered anal opening, sending additional pleasure racing through their bodies.
Jean was out of control now and she contracted her red lips around Tony's glistening, saliva-covered cock as it withdrew slightly and poised for the next powerful thrust. She had never in all of her life felt so wonderful, so full of erotic joy.
"AAAAANNNNNNGGGGHHHHHHH!
OH! OH! OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!"
She began yelping as the first signal of orgasm exploded within her burning loins and she twisted her wet pussy down further on the furiously plunging tongue working so avidly.
Increasing the tempo of their writhing bodies and tongues, they were soon all bucking wildly and spewing out their hot genital liquids.
Jean's cheeks bulged from the flood of sticky white male sperm that shot into her. She swallowed as quickly as she could so as not to lose a drop of the precious salty-sweet come. At the same time, she knew that she was gushing her own musky juices into Sue's mouth, and that Sue was rewarding Tony.
Suddenly, their bodies satiated and exhausted, they fell into a tangled heap of still-twitching arms and legs, their moistly glistening cunts and cockfilled with the most delicious sensations any of them had ever experienced.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jean sat by the sparkling blue waters of the swimming pool at the back of the house. She wore a bright yellow bikini that barely concealed her magnificent breasts and the dimpled flesh of her buttocks and lower stomach.
She was completely relaxed and at peace with herself. Everything seemed to be going so well for them now and she couldn't remember ever feeling so euphoric.
She let her eyes wander around the lushly landscaped grounds, marveling at how tropical it all looked. The grass was verdant and like an ankle-high soft carpet. Flowers grew in profusion everywhere she looked, lending an air of unreality to everything.
She lazily moved her legs and looked down at her trim waist and stomach. She could see a few strands of pubic hair peeking up at her from the spot where her bikini bottom began.
The hot California sun had begun to tan her to a lovely brown color that matched perfectly with her long blonde hair.
"Mind if I join you, Jean?"
The young girl looked up to see Sue approaching and was shocked to see that she wore nothing but a broad smile.
"You shouldn't be out here with no clothes on!"
Despite her new attitudes, Jean still retained many of her previous inhibitions about nudity. Especially going without clothing outside. Somehow it seemed to be wrong.
Sue laughed as she stretched out on the soft grass next to Jean. Her long black hair flowed down her shoulders and hung almost to her buttocks. Her own body was deeply tanned and her skin glowed.
"Listen, honey, the only reason most of us wear clothes in the first place is to keep from getting arrested. And besides, this place is so well landscaped that you can't see into the back yard!"
She let her feet dangle in the cool blue water of the pool as she spoke, crying out as her heated flesh made contact with the colder water.
"Yipes!"
Jean watched in fascination as Sue pulled her feet up and threw herself on her back, her thighs spread apart and the lovely little hair-lined furrow of her glistening pussy open for Jean's inspection.
"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Jean said with a blush. She still wasn't entirely used to the idea of taking pleasure from a woman's body. "I feel like eating you up!"
"Be my guest, honey!" Sue replied with a lewd grin, her hands going down to her crotch and pulling apart the quivering pussy lips to expose the pink damp inner flesh. "I don't think I could ever get enough of that sweet tongue of yours!"
Before Jean could move down beside her new friend, she heard Tony's voice calling out to them from the house.
"Out here, Tony," she replied in a loud voice. "We're out by the pool."
In a moment he was striding out through the sliding glass doors and walking toward them quickly. He wore a pair of slacks and a knit t-shirt and his feet were shod in sandals.
"Hi, kids," he called out brightly, his eyes taking in the lovely figures. "Is this the way you greet a guy after a hard day under the hot klieg lights?"
Sue and Jean both jumped up quickly and threw their bodies against his, their warm lips covering his face with wet kisses.
"Hey!" he protested. "Take it easy, girls. My cock is already harder than hell from the sight of all this naked female flesh!"
The two girls both looked down to see that he was telling the truth. His lust-swollen cock was throbbing against the tight trousers, straining mightily at the restraint.
"Oooohhhhh, want me to give you some head and relieve the pressure?" Sue asked obscenely. She let her hand slip down to where the pulsating organ lay, and her nimble fingers caressed it lewdly.
"How about an underwater blow job?" Tony asked, pushing the girls away and quickly stripping his clothing off.
He stepped out of his shorts and kicked them aside. The two girls gasped at his ruggedly handsome physique as he ran to the edge of the pool and poised for the dive.
"Me first!" Sue cried in delight, running to his side. "I'll suck your cock under water or on top of a mountain! It doesn't make a bit of difference to me where its at as long as you give me plenty of delicious juice!"
She giggled and then gave Tony a shove as she jumped into the pool. Both of their bodies disappeared underwater and Jean could see them struggling beneath the disturbed cool blue liquid.
She felt a twinge of jealousy at the idea of Sue sucking Tony's cock first and she resolved that the other girl would have to fight for the privilege.
Her hands flew up to her halter and pulled it off. Then, with a swift movement, she pulled her bikini bottom down over the flaring hips and dove into the water.
She cried out in surprise at the initial shock before her head went under. She was a strong swimmer and was soon gliding smoothly through the water to where Tony and Sue were struggling. She could see that Sue was trying to wrap her avid hand around Tony's cock.
The three heads broke water at the same time, all of them laughing and trying to shake the water from their faces.
"You said I could suck your cock underwater," Sue complained in mock-petulance. "You said I could! " Tony swam to the other end of the pool as Sue made another grab for his still-rigid cock.
"First one here gets to blow me," Tony called out over his shoulder as he swam toward the shallow end of the pool. "Come on, girls, race!"
Jean flashed through the water with swift, sure strokes and reached her brother before Sue even had time to get started. Tony sat on the underwater steps, his lower body beneath the water while his tanned, hard-muscled chest heaved from his exertion.
"I'm the winner! I won!" Jean said happily, reaching for the throbbing gigantic cock that jutted from Tony's loins. The distortion of the water made it look even huger and she could see the rope-like veins pulsing and sending more blood through the massive shaft.
"I declare Jean the victor!" Tony called out to Sue. "OK, sis, get your sweet little mouth down around my cock and start sucking!"
The excited girl took a deep breath and plunged her head under the water. Her long hair floated on top of the pool, spreading out in a widening circle as she brought her lovely face down and started to rub his cock along her cheek.
Sue had come up to sit alongside Tony on the cement steps and Jean wormed her fingers into the pleased girl's widespread legs. Her fingers started to thrust in and out of the tiny pink slit eagerly while she struggled to bring the purple tip of Tony's cock closer to her mouth.
She came up for another lungful of air before beginning the strange blow-job and was surprised to see that Tony and Sue were French-kissing and that Tony had his fingers wrapped around Sue's voluptuous breasts, tweaking and massaging the straining nipples obscenely.
Then, holding her breath again, Jean slipped her head under the water and went immediately to the waiting cock. She hungrily sucked it into her mouth before it could fill with water and was soon sucking avidly on the throbbing gigantic shaft.
Her tongue swirled around and around the heated pole, forcing more pleasure for Tony. On and on the fervent cock-sucking went until her lungs were aching and threatening to explode from the lack of air.
Just when she thought she could take no more, Jean felt herself being pulled up from the water, her lips still clenching around the massive column of flesh and her fingers still deeply imbedded in Sue's water-soaked cunt.
"You'll drown yourself, sis!" Tony laughed as he positioned himself so that his glistening cock was above water.
Jean began immediately to draw in air through her nostrils while she continued to suck the hot juices from his pulsating cock.
"MMMMMMMNNNNNNNN!" she murmured, her nose pressed into his hard pubic bone as her head continued the mad sucking. "AAAAHHHHHH!"
"That's it, honey, suck it good! Oh, Jesus, that feels sooooo good! Your mouth is like a tiny sucking cunt! Harder! Make me come!"
Sue was yelping from the sudden spasms that were shaking her body. Massive explosions of pleasure raced through every nerve ending in her lower body and she spread her legs wider and wider to give Jean's fingers better access to the gaping pink furrow.
"I'M COMING! I'M COMING! OH, CHRIST, I'M COMING!"
Sue's excited wails blended with the slurping of Jean's tongue on her brother's cock and they added to Tony's erotic stimulation. His hips were thrusting back and forth and he felt Jean's elastic lips grip his rod as her head slid crazily up and down.
Soon, Jean felt her own orgasm starting from the effect of the water on her nakedly upturned pussy. She mewled and crooned over her brother's pulsating cock, wanting to milk every ounce of sweet come out of him.
"Don't stop, baby, I'm ready to come!" he cried out suddenly, his body tensing as the white-hot sperm raced up through his cock and erupted in a massive flood in Jean's mouth.
Her eyes widened from the volume of salty-sweet white juice that poured into her mouth. She struggled to swallow every drop and her cheeks soon bulged as little strings of the viscous fluid oozed out of the corners of her mouth.
"I want to lick up some come too," Sue demanded, leaning down and licking at the seeping sperm at the corners of Jean's mouth. She lapped it up eagerly, her tongue trying to force itself into Jean's tightly clenching lips so that she could have more of the delicious male seed.
Jean could hardly control herself when she felt the warm lips licking at her face and she sucked and nibbled more greedily on the gushing cock.
"AAAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!" she moaned when the eruptions had slowed and she felt the heated shaft begin to deflate.
Then, it was all over except for Sue's lips still searching for the remaining drops of juice.
"Stop it, you'll kill me!" Tony wailed, pulling his deflating cock from his sister's powerful mouth. "You'll suck my insides out!"
He scrambled up out of the pool and threw himself down on the soft grass, his chest heaving and his breath coming in little gasps.
"Like that action?" Jean asked as she lay down beside him.
"Oh, wow! That was the best fucking blow-job I've ever had in my entire young life!"
Sue stretched out beside Tony on the other side, her eyes fixed on the spot between Jean's legs.
"I wanted to suck you off," she complained. "Now I guess I'll have to suck Jean's pussy--your cock hasn't got enough life in it to stick in my mouth!"
"Before you start on Jean I want to tell you my news," Tony said, gasping for breath.
"What news?" the girls chorused.
"Give me a minute to catch my breath," he replied.
After a few moments his breathing had become easier and he looked down at his limp cock with an amused smile.
"We've all been invited to a party tonight!" he said proudly. "Rachael Barker is throwing an orgy and she wants some fresh meat to liven things up!"
Jean could hardly believe her ears. The name Rachael Barker was so well-known that she wondered if Tony were teasing them. The dark, sultry actress had been an institution in Hollywood for years. As a nubile teenager, Rachael had made a fortune. Then, as she grew older and went through several husbands, she found herself in even more demand for the sexy roles that she played with such perfection.
"Are you joking?" Jean asked incredulously. "Hell no, this is on the level! Rachael has had her eyes on me for months and this might be just the break I've been waiting for."
"I don't know, Tony," Sue said seriously. "I've heard some pretty weird things about Rachael and her parties. A friend of mine went to one a few months ago and he's still got teeth-marks on his cock! The woman's insatiable!"
"What's the matter? Afraid of a little action, baby?" Tony teased. "I thought you always boasted how many cocks and pussies you could handle in one evening! "
"It isn't me I'm worried about," Sue replied, her eyes filled with doubt. "I just don't think you should take Jean to one of those parties." Jean was aghast at the suggestion that she should miss meeting Rachael Barker and attending a real Hollywood party.
"Oh, Sue!" she cried out. "I want to go! Tony, don't listen to her!"
"Sure, Sue," he said soothingly. "It'll be alright. After all, I'll be there in case anything gets out of hand."
"But your own sister?"
"Listen, honey, it's time that Jean got to meet some of the Hollywood characters! And it'll be fine--just fine!"
"I still don't like it, Tony. You know how raunchy some of these creeps can be when they spot a piece of fresh meat!"
Tony's face clouded.
"I don't want to hear any more objections, Sue," he said in a firm voice. "Besides, the invitation was for all three of us and I can't disappoint Rachael. It would fuck me up for sure with all the influence she has in this town."
"How did she know about Jean and me?"
"My agent told her. What's wrong with that?"
Tony seemed to be defensive now and Jean could see that an argument was brewing between her brother and Sue unless she stopped it now.
"It's settled, I'm going!"
She rose to her feet and started toward the house.
"Come on, Sue," she called out over her shoulder. "I thought you were going to suck my pussy!"
Sue got up and followed her, a look of uncertainty still on her lovely face.
They went into the house, leaving Tony lying next to the pool.
"Honey, I don't want to be a wet-blanket but, you just don't realize how wild some of these parties can get."
Jean was too overcome with anticipation at the chance to meet Rachael Barker--the famous star--to be fearful about what might possibly happen to her.
"You worry about getting your tongue up my pussy and let me worry about tonight!" she said, stretching herself out on the bed and spreading her naked thighs apart widely.
CHAPTER EIGHT
They drove in silence up the winding mountain road to Rachael Barker's mansion. Sue and Tony were still edgy from their near quarrel that afternoon and only Jean was thrilled to be soon meeting a famous movie star.
"Oh, Tony, isn't it thrilling," she said at last, unable to contain her enthusiasm any longer. "It's just like something in a novel!"
Sue snorted at her friend's naivete but said nothing.
"Listen, sis, everything is going to go alright," Tony said, "but just remember to call out if you get into a situation you can't handle, OK?"
"Nothing is going to happen to me," she replied smoothly.
In truth, Tony was having misgivings about taking Jean to such a party. Rachael's reputation and parties were well-known in Hollywood. She was a nymphomaniac who would stop at nothing to gain her sexual pleasure. And, Tony knew that she liked her guests to go away sated and happy. He made a mental note to watch Jean closely.
Suddenly, they turned into a wide driveway, past huge gates and pulled to a stop in front of Rachael's mansion. In the moonlight it looked almost like a castle and Jean was immediately impressed.
They went up the broad staircase and pulled the door knocker. While they waited, Jean let her eyes wander over the many expensive cars pulled up before the mansion. She could hear music playing faintly from inside the house and she could hardly wait to get inside and meet everyone.
The huge oak doors opened and they were ushered inside by a butler. He took the girl's wraps and then led them down a long hallway toward the drawing room.
As they walked, Jean marveled at the luxurious furnishings and art objects. Then, abruptly, they were standing in the doorway of the drawing room.
Jean's breath was almost taken away by the sight that greeted her.
The huge room was crowded with older men and women, most of them with younger companions. It was an insane panorama of lewdness, with the guests in varying stages of undress--some completely naked already. Jean's eyes widened as she scanned the room and saw the other guests: Some were dancing, their bodies wriggling obscenely to the beat of a rock combo in one corner. Others had stretched out on the soft couches scattered about the room--their naked and half-naked flesh entangled and unashamedly fondling cocks and pussies. Others stood about and watched the lewd proceedings with interest.
Jean recognized many faces and was shocked to see at least three famous actresses--all of them in their fifties--dancing in the nude with young men who could have been their sons.
There was just too much to take in all at once and she was glad when a loud voice hailed Tony.
"Tony, darling, you're late!"
Suddenly, Rachael Barker came across the room and threw herself into Tony's arms, kissing him fondly on the mouth. Her eyes never left Jean and Sue, however, and she soon pulled herself away from Tony and was smiling at the two girls.
"Now don't tell me which of you just got in from Ohio--let me guess!"
Even at forty, Rachael was a remarkably beautiful woman. She was thin, almost to the point of being emaciated, but her voluptuous breasts were barely contained by the low-cut evening gown she wore.
Jean felt the woman's eyes boring into her and she blushed under the bold stare. Sue stood and looked at the older woman with disinterest, as if she had attended a thousand of these parties before.
"You're Jean, aren't you?" Rachael said, pressing her warm body against Jean's and letting her long fingers trail down Jean's finely-sculpted back.
The young girl was overwhelmed at being introduced to someone she had seen so many times on the movie screens and she didn't complain when the woman's hands started to massage her buttocks lewdly as she held her.
"Y-Y-Yes," Jean managed to stammer out.
"I knew it!" Rachael cried delightedly. "And you're so lovely! " Jean blushed.
Then, with her arm still around Jean's waist, Rachael extended her hand to Sue.
"And you must be Sue Young. I've heard so much about you from our mutual friends! " She gave Sue a warm smile and then turned to Tony.
"Tony, darling, why don't you take Sue in and have a drink while I show your lovely sister the house?"
Sue started to object to leaving Jean alone with the older woman but Tony quickly took her arm and pulled her into the room.
"Now, my dear," Rachael said as they watched Tony and Sue disappear toward the bar, "... I want to show you how we live in Hollywood!"
The magical name and the nearness of the still-beautiful older woman were like a strong drug to Jean and she followed happily. They went up a winding staircase toward the second floor.
"I'm so happy you could come tonight, Jean," Rachael said in her deep voice. "I'm just positive you're going to have a wonderful time!"
Rachael showed Jean through several bedrooms, all luxuriously furnished and breathtaking, and then they went toward the last door on the hallway.
"I think this one is being used at the moment," she said, pausing before the door. "Shall we peek in and see what's happening?"
Jean nodded, afraid to say no.
The movie star opened the door quietly and they heard the grunts and cries of sexual pleasure coming from the room. Rachael's eyes brightened as she pulled Jean into the room after her.
"Isn't it exciting?"
It was more than just exciting to the young girl from Ohio. It was almost overwhelming as her eyes focused on the three figures on the huge bed.
An elderly, grey-haired man was stretched out on the bed entirely naked. His heavy frame bounced up and down as two young teenaged girls--almost completely nude--sucked and licked at his sagging flesh, running their avid tongues up and down his body, from his feet to his armpits. Their young breasts jiggled as they moved up and down him, caressing and massaging every inch eagerly. His thick cock lay limp and lifeless against his thigh and he wore a look of ecstasy.
"Ooooohhhhh! Eat me up! Round the world! Round the world!" he screamed at them, his stubby fingers pinching and prodding the young flesh of the two girls cruelly.
Rachael chuckled.
"That's Sy Miller, he's a very famous producer but he can't get it up anymore. He gets his kicks with fourteen and fifteen year old girls now!"
No one on the bed paid Jean and Rachael the least attention as they crossed the room and stood looking down at the obscene sight of the two girl's sucking the ancient flesh. From this distance, Sy Miller looked even older and Jean wondered if he was in his late seventies.
"W-who are the girls?" Jean asked incredulously. They looked terribly young--much too young to be at a party like this.
"Oh, I can get anything from six or seven years old up," the older woman said smugly', reaching down and plunging her long fingers deeply up the tight pussy of one of the girls. "Anything is available in L.A. for a price!"
The young girl impaled by Rachael's fingers lifted her head for a second and looked up at the older woman.
"Suck my pussy, please... suck my pussy!" Her pleading voice and lust-glazed eyes excited Jean more than she wanted to admit. At the same time she was repulsed by the awful obscenity of it all.
"... or let me suck yours!" the girl went on, her voice cracking with desire and lust. "I'll do a good job--I'll make you come!"
"Perhaps later, my dear," Rachael replied.
She led Jean back to the doorway and took one last long look at the erotic sight.
"Does it turn you on, honey?" she asked Jean.
Jean nodded. It had been tremendously exciting to watch such a lewd and obscene display. She could feel the familiar warmth stealing up into her pussy from her trembling legs.
"This is just an appetizer. There's much nicer things to come!" Rachael said, shutting the door and leading Jean toward the other end of the hallway.
"It's a very nice house," Jean stammered, not knowing what to say.
Rachael laughed as she opened the door to her own bedroom.
"And now I want to show you my own bedroom. I think you'll find it very interesting!"
Jean had never seen such a beautiful room. It was done entirely in different shades of red and black silk and made her dizzy just to look at the way everything seemed to blend together. She was surprised to see that the entire ceiling was one huge mirror. "It's gorgeous!"
The young girl stood in the center of the room, trying to take in every detail. She could see a half-open sliding closet full of furs and beautiful gowns. Her mouth watered at the sheer opulence of the room.
"What do you think of my bed?" Rachael asked.
The bed was in the shape of a huge heart. If filled one whole corner of the room and looked incredibly soft and inviting.
"It's... it's wild!"
"Would you believe that I've fucked-more than a thousand men... and women on that bed?" Rachael asked, remembering how soft and luscious Jean's buttocks had felt when she had caressed them downstairs. Her pulse was racing at the girl's loveliness and she could hardly wait to get her mouth in the girl's tight, juicy cunt.
Jean was shocked but she couldn't think of an appropriate reply so she just stood there, feeling uncomfortable and naive in front of the sophisticated and beautiful older woman. She wished that she could go back downstairs and join the party. Her loins ached with desire and she wanted to once again see the mass couplings of the other guests.
Rachael could see that Jean was suffering from her suppressed desire and she decided to initiate her he re away from the others. She went to one side of the room and pulled open a panel in the wall.
"Come over here and look over my collection of dildoes, my dear," she ordered in a soft but firm voice. Her eyes were watching Jean with anticipation.
The young girl had never heard of--let alone seen--a dildo. She had no idea what the strange looking objects were as she hesitantly approached the other woman.
"Have you ever used one of these, darling?" The question was so matter-of-fact that Jean felt she had to answer.
"I don't know
" she said hesitantly.
"What are they used for?"
Rachael's crimson lips suddenly erupted in peals of lewd laughter.
"If you'd ever used one you'd know what it was for, honey!"
Suddenly Jean realized what the phallus shaped objects were and she gasped with shock. There were at least thirty of the penis-like dildoes on the wall rack and Jean stared at them with mounting fascination. She was amazed at how life-like they were, some even equipped with realistic testicles and pubic hair. The coloring was perfect and they ranged in size from normal to huge.
Rachael teasingly pulled one from its bracket and held it out to Jean. It was at least twelve inches long, with a head that was about two inches in diameter.
"This is my very favorite... it has a vibrator motor and a sack that shoots out any liquid I want... sometimes I use heated baby oil or even real come!"
"But where would you get male come?" Jean asked in amazement. Her mind was still reeling from the thought of using something so obscene to satisfy yourself. But, at the same time, she was running her avid fingers up and down the imitation male organ lovingly, almost as if it were real.
"I told you, darling, anything is available in Hollywood for the right price!"
Rachael was no longer able to control the desire for the young girl that raged through her. Jean represented everything that the aging actress wanted in a girl. She was young, inexperienced, and ripe for the kind of perverted lusts that Rachael found so exciting. She could use her supple and still-beautiful body in a variety of ways and with either sex. But lately she had found herself more and more drawn to girls.
She watched Jean fondling and caressing the dildo and could see the look of excitement and erotic arousal in her eyes. She decided to press ahead with her seduction.
"Would you like to watch me use this thing?" she asked in a throaty voice, her body pressing against Jean's hip. "I'm getting so hot just looking at the beautiful shape I don't think I can wait much longer to stuff something up into my pussy!"
The younger girl knew that it was wrong for her to watch an exhibition so obscene and degrading. But, despite her rational feelings, she wanted desperately to know how a normal-sized woman could take such a gigantic object into her cunt. Surely, she thought, it will rip her apart!
Without waiting for an answer, Rachael pulled Jean toward the bed and then pulled off her dress and stood naked in front of the other girl.
The woman's tall, thin body was trembling with erotic anticipation and Jean could see her hands massaging her quivering cunt frantically.
"Get up on the bed with me and get in a good position to see everything," Rachael coaxed, spreading her long body out on the soft, heart-shaped bed, her thin legs spread-eagled and her hair-lined pussy slit exposed to Jean's gaze.
The younger woman started to climb on the bed but Rachael's voice stopped her.
"Take off your clothes so you don't get them wrinkled!"
Reluctantly, Jean pulled off her dress and kicked her shoes off her feet. As she disrobed the dildo lay on the scarlet coverlet, its pinkish tint in stark contrast to the vivid color of the bedclothes.
"Oh, God, I'm sooooo hot! I can't wait to ram that wonderful cock up into my pussy!"
Jean listened in amazement, her own cunt burning with desire from the erotic stimulation she was receiving. She almost wished that it was her that was about to receive the cock-like organ deep up into her own belly--to feel the life-like surface with its hard center plunging in and out and quenching the raging fires within her.
Suddenly Rachael paused and looked up at Jean.
"I've got an idea how we can both get involved! Would you like to strap this on and pretend that you're a man fucking me?"
The words were so degrading that Jean wanted to run out of the room. Then, as the older woman coaxed her, Jean began to want to participate in the obscene rape. She nodded.
"Oh, wonderful! Let me get the straps!"
Rachael jumped from the bed and ran to the wall where the dildoes hung. She grabbed a set of straps and came back to the bed quickly.
"Lay down and let me put these things on," she ordered, pushing the trembling girl back down on the bed and bending down to get a better look at the nude young pussy slit that lay between her luscious thighs. "Raise your ass a little bit so that I can adjust it!"
Jean closed her eyes tightly while Rachael's hot hands strapped on the dildo. It felt strange and uncomfortable at first but then she felt an electric shock as the other woman flipped on the vibrator switch.
Suddenly her whole crotch was filled with the most pleasurable sensations that she could imagine. It was as if her pussy was being massaged and caressed by a thousand tiny hands--hands that beat an erotic tattoo against her rapidly hardening clitoral bud and sending shivers of divine joy through her.
"OOOOOHHHHHHHHH! AAAAAHHHHHH-HHHHH! Oh, it feels sooooo goooooddd!"
She was so excited that she could hardly talk and her whole body was writhing obscenely under the intense sensations of ecstasy.
"Didn't I tell you," Rachael purred. "There's a special piece that fits right over the wearer's clitoris. You'll probably come before I do!"
The lust-driven young girl only half-listened to the words, her entire being concentrating on the delicious sensations shooting through her.
"I think I'll begin by sucking your cock, darling! Oh, I do so love to suck cocks!"
Without another word, Rachael ovaled her lovely mouth and hungrily sucked in the huge pretend-cock, her tongue working furiously on the gigantic dildo, licking and sucking lewdly as if it were the real thing.
Jean was stunned by the quick turn of events. She was rapidly approaching orgasm from the vibrator and worse yet, the older woman was obscenely mouthing the thing. She felt almost like a male--a powerful male with a massive cock that could bring such glorious pleasure to women!
Suddenly, Rachael pulled her saliva-filled mouth from the dildo and stretched out next to Jean, her legs flailing about wildly and her dark eyes glazed with lust.
"Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me... make me come... ram your beautiful cock up into my cunt or my asshole... anything, only make me come soon! " Jean swiftly rolled over on top of the thin beautiful woman, the massive dildo poised just a fraction of an inch from the pulsating cunt lips and the lovely gaping hole in Rachael's belly.
"Shove it in... oh, Jesus... shove it up my cunt!" the older woman pleaded in a hoarse voice filled with desire.
Jean suddenly thrust forward, the huge dildo plunging into the widespread pussy, tearing the fluttering lips apart as it bore up into the smoothly lubricated passage brutally.
"AAAAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHHHH!" Rachael screamed, half in agony from the massive size and half in ecstasy from the wonderful sensations that followed the cunt-stuffing.
The experience was so stimulating to Jean that she smiled lewdly when the gigantic cock smashed into Rachael's womb and caused the woman to wail excitedly. Her own pussy was alive with mind-blowing sensations of pure joy.
"FUCK ME! SCREW ME INTO THE MATTRESS, YOU FUCKING COCK! OH, MY GOD, FUCK ME HARDEEEERRRRRRRR!"
The woman's long lovely legs came up and wrapped themselves around her back, the ankles locking and pulling Jean's body further into the hungrily clenching cunt.
"Oh! OH! OH! " Jean yelped, feeling her cunt tremble with the first spasms of delicious sensation.
She reared back and then thrust forward again, the pistoning dildo sinking mightily into the waiting orifice, glistening and wet with the flowing lubricating juices that poured from the inside velvety walls.
"AAAAAAAAIIIIEEEEEE!" Rachael screamed, her face contorted with lust and her cunt pushing up against the invading cudgel. She wanted to die from the exquisite pleasure that exploded inside her burning, fiery pussy and she screamed again and again for the other girl to fuck her harder.
Their breasts ground together and increased both of their pleasures, the hardened nipples coming into contact and scraping the delicate sensitive flesh.
Jean groaned out her submission to the lewd sensations racing through her mechanically-ravishing body and her toes curled tightly against the mattress to give her more power to shove the cock far up into the contracting hole.
"It's so good! It's wonderful! Oh, fuck me harder... make me scream... make me die from pleasure!" Rachael wailed, her dark hair flying around on the bed and her arms around Jean's lovely body, pulling the almost virginal flesh against her own wanton body.
The obscene fucking went on and on until Jean though she would faint from the excitement and the rippling explosions that continued to fill her greedy cunt with fantastic sensations. She was master! She had the power to satisfy this woman or to withhold her pleasure and she ground her body brutally against the unresisting crotch, the tight straps biting into her tender flesh but increasing her joy.
Suddenly, the lustful tempo picked up and they were both twisting insanely as Rachael tried to force more of the life-giving cock into her glistening cunt.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHIOOOOHHHHHHH! I'M COMING!"
The room was filled with the obscene screams of Jean and Rachael as they both felt an overwhelming flood of pleasure explode in their writhing bodies, filling every nerve-ending with mad pleasure and shaking them as if an earthquake had suddenly occurred.
* * *
Tony searched the dimly-lit room for his sister. Neither she nor Rachael could be seen and he started to worry. It had been almost an hour since the older woman had taken Jean on a tour of the house and he wondered where they could possibly be.
"What's the matter, honey, you don't seem to be taking much interest in me?"
Tony looked over at his companion in surprise. The older, red-headed woman who sat next to him on the soft couch was pouting, her thick lips frowning and her eyes full of frustration.
"I'm sorry, Miss Gibbs," Tony said soothingly, not wanting to offend the middle-aged gossip columnist. "I was just wondering where my sister was."
Fran Gibbs smiled and patted his cock affectionately. She could hardly wait to suck Tony's cock and she wanted no distractions now. She was a plump, heavy-set woman who was years past her prime. But she still had enough power in Hollywood to have her choice of young studs and tonight she wanted Tony.
"I'm sure your sister is just fine, young man!" Fran said. "Which is more than I am at the moment. I thought we were going to be real good friends and you're practically ignoring me!"
Tony was disgusted by the thought of the meaty hand on his cock and the idea of shoving it into Fran's obscene mouth but he knew that he couldn't afford to have her upset with him.
"I'm sorry, Fran," he apologized. "It's quite a party, isn't it?"
He looked around the room again and saw the lewd couplings of bodies everywhere. Sue Young was stretched out on the floor on a huge pillow, her dress hiked up around her hips and her panties dangling on one ankle while an older man knelt between her legs and lapped her juicy pussy. The music still blared on, mixing with the cries and murmurs of pleasure that filled the room from the frantic groups of people fucking and sucking everywhere.
"Oooohhhhh, I think you have the nicest cock!"
Fran's eager voice snapped him back to reality and he forgot Jean as the older woman leaned over his loins and started to lick the rapidly swelling cock. She worked quickly up and down his heated organ with her long tongue, sucking and nibbling at the sweet flesh with relish.
Despite the revulsion he felt for the fat columnist, Tony was beginning to be stimulated by the sight of so much fucking and sucking going on and he let his fingers trail in the woman's dyed wiry hair.
"I want to eat you up, honey," Fran cooed, flattening her warm oral member and licking the sensitive underside of his lust-swollen prick. "Oh, God, I could suck cocks forever!"
She reached over and took one of his hands in hers and thrust it up under the billowing dress. Tony took the hint and plunged his hard fingers cruelly up past her panties and into her quivering cunt. It felt huge and sloppy and for a moment he thought he couldn't go on. Then, he remembered how much Fran could do for him with just a well-placed mention in her column and he began to caress the flabby flesh as if he really meant it.
"That's it, baby, play with my little pussy while I suck you off," Fran demanded, rounding her lips and slipping her warm mouth over the huge purple end of his cock.
"Screw me in the asshole! Fuck me in the ass, you bastard!"
The young actor looked up in surprise to see a voluptuous young girl tearing her dress off and kneeling directly in front of him, her smooth white buttocks waving obscenely in the air as a man guided his throbbing huge cock into the crevice between hex asscheeks.
"UUUUNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!" the girl wailed as she felt the first aching agony of the huge cock impaling her tiny puckered anal opening. "AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH! Oh, baby, that's it! Split me in two, you fucker!" Fran Gibbs was greedily devouring Tony's cock and he brutally pushed her head further down on the glistening shaft, delighting in the fervent mouth-fucking that she was giving him. He had to admit to himself that Fran was an expert when it came to sucking cocks.
In the corner of the room another girl lowered herself down onto a spearing gigantic cock and began yelping furiously as the rod ripped into her tiny pussy.
"YYYYYYIIIIIIIII! YYYYYYIIIIIII!"
The heavy musky odor of sex was filling the room and making Tony's cock even harder. He had attended many parties before but none where sex was taken so matter-of-factly. No one seemed to care about shoving their cock or tongue in a burning pussy or mouth and the cries of joy were overwhelming as the couples continued to grind their bodies together wantonly.
He felt the first signal from his heavily-swollen balls that they would soon be shooting the hot sticky come into Fran's mouth. She seemed to sense it too, and she hungrily sucked harder, hoping for a huge load. Tony's busy fingers were working over her meaty clitoris like a drum, beating the straining the bud of flesh and sending spasms of insane joy to the heavy-set woman.
"MMMMMNNNNNNN!" she mewled against his cock, the saliva dripping from the comers of her lips.
Suddenly, his body tensed and a flood of white-hot sperm exploded in Fran's mouth, filing it with the salty-sweet liquid as she struggled to gulp every drop down her throat.
Tony's eyes widened as another man joined the ass-fucking couple on the floor in front of him and shoved his throbbing cock into the girl's half-open red mouth.
"AAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!" the girl managed to blurt out before she was stilled by the mouthful of male flesh. Her smooth buttocks were thrusting back against the older man's impaling cock in her asshole and she was twisting it wantonly in order to force a few more inches of the wonderful organ up her burning backside.
Tony's exhausted body collapsed against the couch back, his cock still firmly embedded in Fran's lewd mouth as she sucked out the last few drops of come. Then, he felt her contracting lips relax and his snake-like white cock slipped out and lay against his thigh.
"Oh, honey, that was great, just fucking great! I wish I could write something about that in my column!"
Fran noticed the assfucking couple on the floor for the first time and her eyes widened in surprise and erotic joy. She leaned down to get a better look at the invading cudgel buried deep in the girl's asshole and she licked her lips at the obscene sight. It was almost impossible to hear her low voice in the confusion of screaming voices in the room and Tony had to strain to make out what she was saying.
"I want to fuck like that! Oh, Tony, honey, I want to fuck like that!"
He groaned as she began to strip off her dress, revealing the heavy body with its rolls of fat.
Her breasts were flopping around excitedly as she rolled off the couch and positioned herself in front of the other couple.
"Screw me in the asshole, baby," Fran pleaded with Tony. "Oh, Jesus, ram your cock up my asshole! I've never been fucked there before ! " In spite of his exhaustion, Tony felt a strange exhilaration at fucking the puckered little brown hole of her anal opening. He came down in back of her and looked at the hairless opening between her fat buttocks.
"Pull your asscheeks apart!"
She complied immediately, reaching around with frantic hands and pulling her buttocks wide apart. Her ass was waving lewdly in little circles, as if it were inviting him to partake of its pleasures.
"Hurry up, honey, I want to feel you up my asshole!"
His cock was already hard and jutting from his loins and he guided it directly to the waiting hole. He could see the puckered flesh contracting in anticipation and he wasted no time in pressing his throbbing gigantic cock firmly into the tight opening.
With a mighty thrust, he felt his knobhead spread the opening and lodge inside the sphincter.
"AAAAARRRRGGGHHH! Oh, it hurts! It hurts! Take it out! " He would rather have died at that moment than pull his cock out of the obscene asshole. He was going to punish the fat woman and he was going to punish her good!
With a terrible lunge he drove forward, gripping her heaving hips with his strong hands. His cock shot far into the inner reaches of her buttery rectal passage, causing her to scream out with pain.
"STOP! OH, JESUS, TAKE IT OUT!"
On and on the lewd coring continued until he felt his swollen balls slap loudly into her upturned ass. She was wriggling and struggling to pull away but he held her firmly.
Then, with a slow, brutal rhythm he began to fuck in and out of the cringing asshole, watching in fascination as the tight flesh contracting around his cock pulled out with his withdrawal and then seemed to draw in around his shaft when he thrust forward. He grunted and the perspiration dripped from his forehead.
Fran's cries of pain had changed now to low growls of wanton pleasure and she was reveling in the brutal and cruel ass-fucking she received. Her buttocks worked smoothly in concert with his probing prick, milking it hungrily and increasing the tempo.
"It's soooooo gooooooood! Oh, Tony, fuck me harder... split my asshole in two... make me come again and again... oh, Tony, play with my cunt... please, honey... play with my cunt!"
He released her hips and thrust his hands deep up into the cavernous cunt, working them furiously in the wet hole while his cock continued to batter her asshole mercilessly.
His cock suddenly erupted in a flood of white sticky male sperm, gushing into her asshole and exploding against the rubbery walls. The tight hole contracted and then relaxed in a series of milking movements that forced more and more of the wonderful juices into her nether hole.
"AAAAAAIIIIIIEEEE!" Fran screamed, her fat body bouncing around crazily to force him to batter her asshole and quench the overwhelming need within her tortured slit.
Suddenly, Tony saw his sister Jean come into the room with Rachael. He pulled his deflating cock from Fran's still-clenching asshole with a loud sucking noise and struggled to get to his feet.
An older man had joined Jean and Rachael near the doorway and he had his arm around Jean's tiny waist, his hand running up and down her flaring hip suggestively.
Tony quickly stumbled across the room, his anger rising when the man pulled Jean to his chest and crushed his fat lips down on hers. She was struggling but the man held her in a vise-grip while his tongue plunged between Jean's luscious crimson lips.
"Watch it, you fucking near stomped on my cock!" an irate man said to Tony as he almost stepped on his reclining figure.
"Fuck you!" Tony replied angrily.
Rachael noticed Tony coming toward them and she had a frightened look on her face.
"Tony, what's the matter?" she cried out as he pulled the older man away from Jean. "Tony stop it!"
He ignored her, shoving the protesting man against a table. Jean just stood, a blank look on her face. Her eyes were dilated and Tony suddenly realized that she had either been drugged or was drunk.
"Jean, are you alright, honey?" His voice was full of concern. "Speak to me, sis!"
The other man had recovered his balance and was advancing on Tony, his fist clenched and an angry look on his face.
"You bastard, get your own cunt!"
"Get that fucker away from me before I kill him," Tony said to Rachael. "I mean it, bitch!" Rachael responded quickly, going to the man and pulling him into the room while she pleaded with him not to start any trouble.
Jean had still not moved or acknowledged Tony's presence.
"Baby, what's she done to you?" he asked, his voice excited and strained. "Did she give you anything?"
Suddenly, a look of recognition came to Jean and she began to sob loudly, throwing her trembling body against Tony's and pressing tightly into his angry body.
"Oh, Tony, it was awful! S-She made me drink something... I didn't want to but she made me! Oh, God, I want to go home! " Without another word, Tony pulled his unresisting sister down the long hallway and out into the cool night air.
CHAPTER NINE
For the next two days Jean refused to leave the sanctuary of her dark bedroom, refusing to speak to Tony except in short, almost incoherent sentences.
She lay there in bed with the covers up around her chin and only her lovely frightened face showing. He slept on a large chair by the side of the bed, afraid to leave her.
The telephone rang almost continually but he didn't answer it. Instead, he took it off the hook after the first day. He was exhausted from sleeping only in snatches, but he stayed by Jean's side, hoping that she would snap out of her depression soon.
On the morning of the third day, Tony fixed a breakfast tray for his sister and put it on the bedside table. She had eaten very little in the past forty-eight pours but he dutifully fixed a tray every few hours, throwing away the remains of the previous meal.
He collapsed in the chair and watched Jean intently for any sign of consciousness. When she didn't stir, he closed his eyes for a moment, his tired mind and body fighting to stay awake. But sleep took its toll and he was soon snoring quietly.
"Tony? Where are you, Tony?"
His eyes snapped open immediately and he saw that Jean was sitting up in bed, the covers having fallen away to reveal her naked loveliness.
"I'm right here, sis," he called out to her, scrambling out of the chair to go to the bed. "Is everything alright?"
"Y-Y-Yes, I think so! But I don't remember much since we left Rachael's house... it's like a terrible nightmare!"
Tony cuddled her in his strong arms, feeling her hot breath as she pressed her face against his chest.
"Everything's fine, honey," he replied soothingly, stroking her tangled hair with his eager fingers. She felt warm and wonderful against him and he felt his cock begin to swell from her nearness. Her softly swelling breasts were pressing into his hard flesh and he could feel her hardening nipples against his own.
"I guess I shouldn't have gone to the party," she said lamely, her face coloring as she remembered how wantonly she had acted with Rachael. "I'm sorry... "
Her voice trailed off as she looked into her brother's eyes and silently begged forgiveness.
"It-s all over, baby, don't worry about it anymore. I love you and just want you to be happy now!"
Suddenly, Jean reached down and felt the gigantic swelling at her brother's loins. Her cool hands grasped the lust-hardened male shaft and caressed it lovingly.
Tony's breathing quickened from the sudden contact and he gently pushed Jean down onto the soft mattress and stretched out beside her.
"I love you too," she murmured, her fingers racing up and down the huge column and a slow warmth spreading through her tender young pussy. She was glad that she was nude and wished that Tony would get undressed and under the covers with her.
As if reading her mind, Tony gently pried her fingers off his cock and stripped his trousers off. Then, he snaked his body under the covers and they came together passionately, their hands busy with each other's fiery genitals.
"I never want to make love to anyone but you," she said, her voice full of sincerity. "Oh, Tony, I just want you!"
"Me too," he managed to say before their warm, wet mouths met and their tongues began sucking tenderly and in concert.
