Chapter 3
The plump girl looked like she was about fourteen years old. She had short dark hair and an innocent expression. She wore a sweater and skirt that made her look like a high school cheerleader instead of the star of a porno movie.
Debbie had no idea who the girl was when she first saw her.
She was sitting on the front steps eating an apple, and she smiled when she saw Debbie getting out of the car.
"Hi," she said cheerily. "I'm Susan Kidd."
"How do you do," Debbie said. "Can I get you something? Are you selling something?"
The girl laughed and for the first time Debbie noticed the experience in her eyes.
"Didn't Cullen tell you I was coming?" she asked.
"Oh," Debbie said, startled. "So you're in the movie."
"I sure am," Susan said. "I hope you don't mind but I got hungry and I stole an apple. This place is sure out in the sticks."
"Yes," Debbie said. "It is. Well, come on in. I'll show you your room."
She had not quite gotten over her impression of the girl as a cheerleader. Yet there was confidence in the way she moved. Something that told Debbie that this young-looking girl knew how to move her body.
Debbie showed her up to the corner room that had been reserved for her.
It was good that Joe had picked a large house for there were six rooms needed for the actors and the technicians. Cullen would be staying in town.
"This is it," Debbie said. "I hope you like it."
"This is nice," Susan said. "It's a hell of a lot better than the dumps I've stayed in sometimes. Usually Cullen doesn't worry about where we stay."
"He doesn't?" Debbie questioned.
"No," she answered. "But we really can't complain. He pays us well."
Debbie realized she was staring at the plump young girl. She just couldn't get used to the idea that this girl acted in pornographic movies. She looked too sweet, too innocent. Like somebody's kid sister.
Susan smiled at her.
"Do I make you nervous?" Susan asked. "No," Debbie answered. "I mean, why should you?"
"I make a lot of people nervous," she explained. "They just can't believe that I act in fuck movies. That's why Cullen uses me. Because it's such a shock when I do this."
Before Debbie could say anything Susan reached down and grasped the bottom of her sweater. She peeled it off her body in one rapid movement.
Debbie gasped.
The sweet innocent girl had suddenly been transformed into a walking sexpot. Susan was completely naked underneath and her large tanned tits were topped by huge nipples. Even as Debbie watched she could see the nipples grow hard.
"My God," Debbie said softly.
Susan pressed her lips and held her titties in her hands and lifted them toward Debbie.
The room was suddenly filled with sex. It was easy to see that this girl knew what to do with a cock. Debbie felt her heart begin to pound.
Then it was over and Susan was wearing her innocent face again. She picked up her sweater and pulled it back over her beautiful boobs. Debbie let out her breath with an audible sigh.
"Gets them every time," Susan laughed.
Debbie agreed that it certainly could get them every time. It had gotten to her. She was suddenly in a hurry to be out of Susan's room. She wasn't sure what would happen if she stayed, but she didn't like the way she felt.
She was happy when the doorbell rang and it gave her an excuse to get away.
She opened the door and found herself face to face with a gigantic man. He had a black beard and an evil look to his face. She saw that his bulging arms were covered with tattoos. He was a frightening-looking man.
"I'm Max," he said. "Cullen sent me. He said you'd show me where to stay."
"Yes," Debbie said nervously. "I'll show you up the stairs."
Debbie was beginning to wonder about herself. She was still having mental pictures of Susan's tits, and it was making her feel strange.
Now she led this strange, bear-like man upstairs and she was having strange feelings about him too.
"What's happening to me?" Debbie asked herself softly.
She led Max into the small bedroom he would have alone. Cullen had made sure that Max would have a room to himself. Over the phone Cullen had told her that Max was part animal in his feelings. He had been a member of a rough gang at one time and had been hit on the head one time too many.
Nobody dared stay in the same room with him.
Debbie watched him looking over his room, and she wondered why Cullen used him in movies.
Then she remembered how she had been fooled by Susan and she thought that Max probably had some specialty also.
"Do you like the room?" Debbie asked.
"It's a dump," he shrugged his shoulders. "But then I've stayed in worse."
The tone of his voice made her angry. She started to protest his use of the word dump. It certainly wasn't a dump. It was a nice room.
He felt the mattress on the small bed.
"Cullen tells me you're a widow," Max said.
"Yes," she said. "I am."
"Did you and your husband ever fuck on this bed?" he asked.
She had a feeling that she understood what Max was in the movie for. He had a way of making people angry and frightened. He was the kind of fantasy character that a woman dreamed would rape her. All animal muscle and little brains. All cock who would simply use a woman and discard her. Debbie was beginning to see why nobody cared to stay in the same room with him.
"I asked you a question," he said.
"I've got to go," Debbie said, ignoring him. "I'm sorry you don't like the room."
She started to leave and she saw the ugly look that came to his eyes.
"Come here," he said.
"I've really got to go," she insisted.
She got to the hall before he caught her. Debbie had never been so frightened. His rough hand closed over her arm in a steely grip.
"Don't run away from Max," he said. "Max doesn't like women who run away from him."
"Please let me go," she said.
She was trying to stay calm. She kept telling herself that he wouldn't try anything with Susan there. But she couldn't convince herself of that. There was something different about Max, something that wasn't natural.
"I want you to come back to the room," he said. "I want to talk some more."
"We can talk later," Debbie said. "Right now I have things to do. There are other guests coming and I have to get the evening meal ready. Cullen's going to pay me for doing the cooking so I really have to get started... "
"Come with me," he said.
He jerked her toward his room. Now she began to panic.
"I don't want to go with you," Debbie said. "Let me go. Please, I don't want to go with you. I'll scream if you keep pulling me."
He kept jerking her toward his room and she screamed. Susan came to the door. She had been taking a shower and she had a towel wrapped around her. Her dark eyes grew frightened.
"Max," she said. "Let her go. Don't hurt her. She's letting us stay here."
"I want her," Max said. "She's pretty. I want to fuck her ass off."
Susan dropped her towel. Her young body glistened wetly. She licked her lips invitingly.
"Come on, Max," she said softly. "Take it out on me. Come on in and fuck me. I can be good to you, Max. You know I can. I make them beg for more. Come on in here, Max."
For a moment Debbie thought that Max was going to let her go. She didn't see how the big man could refuse an offer like Susan had just made. In fact, Debbie was feeling strange herself looking at the young girl's beautiful body.
"No," Max said.
His strong grip tightened on Debbie's arm and he once more began dragging her toward the bedroom.
"Susan," Debbie pleaded. "Help me."
Susan looked really frightened. "I can't, Debbie," she whispered. "He's got that crazy look in his eyes. He'll hurt you if you resist. Just let him do what he wants."
He pushed Debbie into the room and slammed the door behind him. Debbie's heart was pounding rapidly as she watched him grinning at her.
"Please let me go," she begged.
"Take off your clothes," he commanded. "I want to see if your cunt is as red as your hair. I bet it is. I bet you have pink pussy lips and red pussy hair and right now it's dripping wet just waiting for my cock."
"No, please," she said.
She backed up as far as the wall. When she felt her back press against the hard wood she stood still. She looked around frantically. There was no place for her to go. There was only one window and it was too small.
"Take off your clothes," he repeated. "I want to see you naked. You'll like my cock. I've got a big one. It makes them scream for mercy. Get your fucking clothes off, bitch."
She trembled as she started undoing her blouse.
"I see you bitches all the time," he said, walking toward her. "You stuffy bitches in the supermarkets, driving around in fancy cars and looking like you're too good to know what a cock is for. Well you're going to find out this time, cunt. You're going to feel a real cock."
He was inches away from her as she finished the buttons of her blouse. He gave her no time to take it off. He reached out and grasped the material of her blouse in one meaty paw.
"Now I'll see them boobies," he said.
He tore the blouse fiercely off her shoulders. She wore a simple yellow bra that he wasted no time with. He grabbed it by the middle and the bra just seemed to come apart in his hands.
"Nice," he grinned, licking his lips. "Nice titties. Did your husband like to suck on them, bitch?"
She couldn't answer him. Her words caught in her throat. He grabbed her by the hair and slammed her fiercely against the wall. He slapped her cheek savagely.
"Answer me, widow bitch," he shouted. "Did your husband like to suck on them? Did he bite them and kiss them? Did he like to feel them all the time?"
"Yes," she admitted.
His hand slipped under her skirt and roughly rubbed her panty-clad pussy lips.
"Like that?" he questioned. "All you bitches are alike. Get your clothes off and you go crazy for cock. A good woman needs to be fucked regularly. Every day."
His fingers crept beneath her panties and rubbed across her cunt. Even his rough fingers gave her a shivery feeling. She bit her lip as she felt one rough finger probing between her cuntlips.
"Feel good, cunt?" he asked. "I know it does. All you cunts like it."
His finger was rough and he hurt her, but he also excited her. She couldn't explain why if she'd had to. There was nothing sexy about him. He was completely animal and he even had an animal odor.
She knew she had to get away before he went any farther.
She quit struggling and seemed to relax against him. He gave a low laugh.
"Shit," he said. "I knew you'd like it. I knew you would. All you cunts are alike."
He gave a howl of rage and released her as she brought one knee up between his legs. He had been completely surprised and she had connected with a good, solid blow. He was no longer thinking about her cunt as he bent over in pain.
She was out the door and down the stairs in a few minutes. She wasn't sure where she was going except that she wasn't coming back until Max could be controlled.
She realized she didn't have her keys as she slipped into the front seat of her car.
"Bitch!" Max screamed, and she saw him coming out the door.
"Oh damn it to hell," she said softly.
She couldn't get out of the car before he was upon her. His left arm went around her waist and his right arm squeezed one of her naked breasts.
"Bitch," he said softly. "Now you're really going to get it. You fucking bitch. Try to break my balls."
He grabbed the back of her head and forced her down to her knees beside the car. She kept trying to struggle free and he grew impatient with her.
He took hold of her hair and jerked her to her feet. He began slapping her hard in the face. His rough hand left red prints all over her skin.
"Stop," she moaned. "Please stop."
He wouldn't stop. He let go of her hair and began hitting her with both his hands. He never actually closed his hands into fists. He gave her open-faced slaps that knocked her about.
He took the waist of her skirt and ripped it off her. She was naked except for her pale blue panties. He started squeezing her titties again until she was crying in pain and humiliation.
"Axe you done with your goddamn fighting?" he asked her.
"Yes," she sobbed. "I won't fight you anymore."
"You'll do as I say," he said.
"Yes," she moaned.
"Get on your knees," he said. "Get on your knees and take my cock out. Suck it hard. Give the best goddamn blowjob you've ever given anybody. Suck on it like it's an all-day sucker that you can't wait to enjoy."
She was still sobbing as she dropped her knees in front of him. She pressed her face against his crotch and kissed his bulge through his dirty trousers.
"Take it out," he commanded.
She unzipped him and reached her trembling hand inside for his stiff prick. He did have a big one. Big and thick and covered with blue veins. It was an ugly prick, but it was also an exciting one.
"Suck it, bitch," he said. "And while you're sucking think about all your friends who could ride by. Think about them seeing you on your knees sucking my cock. Think about it, bitch!"
She opened her mouth and sucked in his prick deep into her throat. She almost gagged on him.
His thickness filled her throat and he had a strong odor.
"Ummm," he said. "The stuffy little widow bitch can suck cocks when she tries. Use your tongue like that. You got a crazy hot mouth, cunt. Like putting your cock in boiling water but much nicer. Much, much nicer."
He became longer and thicker in her mouth. She had to hollow her cheeks to keep his monster prick in. She was shocked at the sudden excitement she felt.
She kept telling herself that she couldn't be enjoying sucking his cock. Not when he had beaten her and forced her on her knees. Not when he was such an animal.
But even as her mind protested she was squeezing her thighs together.
"I'm hard, bitch," he said. "My prick's hard. Now let it go and bend your ass over that car. And get them fucking panties off. I want to fuck the shit out of you."
"Please," she whispered, releasing his cock with a soft plop from between her lips. "Let's go inside. Please, I'll let you do what you want to me, but let's go inside."
"Get your fucking panties off," he yelled. "I'm tired of waiting."
She knew it was no use arguing with him. He wanted to abuse her and humiliate her. Perhaps that was the fun of his sex. Perhaps he liked to treat women as if they were animals and hear them beg.
There was nothing she could do but agree.
She stood up and stripped her panties off. He tore them out of her hands and stuffed them into his pocket.
"A little momento," he said, leering.
He told her to bend over the car. She pressed her face against the cool metal of the car. She felt her titties flattened so that her sensitive nipples rubbed raw.
"Put your hands behind you," he said. "Spread your asscheeks so I can see your cunt."
There were still tears in her eyes as she reached behind her and grasped her asscheeks. She pulled them apart for him, knowing that her luscious pussy mound was now completely exposed.
She felt one of his fingers brush against her cuntlips.
"Pink lips," he said. "Such beautiful pink lips. And that red hair. I knew it would be bushy and red. Susan's got a hairy cunt and so's Julie, but yours is really hairy. I like a hairy cunt. A hairy widow's cunt!"
She felt his weight against her. His hard cock poked against her inner thigh and left a wet streak.
"Get ready for it, cunt," he said. "I'm going to give you a real fucking this time. A real hard fucking!"
She shivered as he took his hard cock in his hand and rubbed the huge head up and down her pussy lips.
He shoved and his cock-head went partially into her. He still had his thick cock in his fingers and he began to push it up and down so that it was rubbing against all the walls of her cunt.
She felt a shivery excitement take hold of her.
It wasn't fair that she should be feeling betrayed by her body's needs.
She didn't want his cock. She didn't want him to fuck her. Her mind rebelled at the idea. He was ugly and dirty and repulsive.
And yet her hips had started moving, as if her pussy was trying to draw more of his thick cock inside her.
"Oh God," she said softly.
He pushed harder and his thickness seemed to fill her cunt, but still he wasn't completely inside her. He leaned completely against her and wormed his hands between her and the car.
His brutal hands grasped her tits hard.
He gave a savage shove and his cock went all the way into her. She was filled by him. She could feel his balls resting against her, she could even feel her cuntal muscles working on the thick cock-head.
"No," she moaned, but she knew that she really didn't want him to stop.
He began to move in and out of her cunt with an easy pace. She had expected him to be rougher and his gentleness surprised her. But then he began to shove harder and his cock felt as if he was tearing into her stomach.
"Oooh," she moaned. "Oooooh God, stop!"
Again she didn't mean what she was saying, and she knew he realized it.
She couldn't have wanted him to stop so badly because her pussy was coming back to meet his every deep thrust, and soft gasps were coming from her throat.
There was no doubt left in her mind that he was a capable cocksman. At times he fucked her rapidly with brutal, deep thrusts and then, when her fires started boiling, he would slow the pace down.
All the time his fingers caressed her nipples and worked her swollen titty-flesh until her tits were burning with desire.
She was getting ready again and she felt him slow the pace down. It was sheer torture. Her every nerve screamed for release. She couldn't stand it any longer.
"Let me come," she begged him.
"What did you say?" he laughed.
"Let me come," she said loudly. "Please, God, let me come. I'm burning up. I can't stand it anymore. Fuck harder and let me come. Please let me come."
She jumped as he gave another brutal thrust and let his cock remain inside her. She pushed back against him. She reached behind her and touched his balls.
"Let me come," she begged again. "Please let me come."
He laughed loudly and began his savage thrusts again. This time she knew he was not stopping. She squeezed his balls as he slammed into her harder with each thrust.
"Jesus," she groaned. "Oh Jesus, you're making me come. I'm coming. It feels so good. I'm coming. Oh God, I love it! I want to come so badly. I need it. OH GOD, I LOVE COMINGGGGGG!"
She gave his balls a hard squeeze as her pussy juices flooded his deeply imbedded cock.
She thought he would come inside her, but he did not. She felt him withdrawing his thick cock.
"Turn around, pussy," he said. "Get back down on your knees."
She turned around and sank once more on her knees between his legs. She lifted her head to stare at the blood-filled cockhead with the sperm-covered eye just inches from her face.
"Take it in your hand," he directed. She laced her fingers around the stem. She thought he wanted to be sucked and she tried to bring his cock down to her lips. She was hungry for him now. It didn't matter that he had raped her and hurt her. He was a man with a cock and she was hungry for his thick jism.
"No," he directed her. "Just stroke me up and down. That's right. Just beat it. Look into the eye.
I'm going to come all over your face. All my sticky jism in your hair and on your face. I want you to open your mouth a little so that some goes in your mouth."
She couldn't have turned away if she'd wanted to. She was transfixed by the cum-drenched eye that stared at her. Under the touch of her fingers his cock trembled and jumped. She knew in moments he was going to be exploding in her face.
"A cum bath," he said. "I'm going to give you a cum bath. I'm going to streak you with it, cunt."
He moved closer so that his cock was barely away from her cheek. He brushed up against her cheek and she felt a wet smear there.
He backed away a little so that his cock waited above her like a sword waiting to strike.
"Open your mouth," he said.
She parted her lips slightly.
"Now hold me tighter," he groaned. "That's right. Move your hand faster. Faster. I'm going to give you a bath. A cum bath."
She licked her wet lips and that was when he exploded in a thick stream of cum. She felt the wetness on her cheeks and in her hair. She tasted his salty juice against the tip of her tongue. She even felt wetness against her nipples.
He took her hand away from his cock and wrapped his own stubby fingers around it.
He bent over and began to rub the tip of his cock all over her. She could feel the sticky cum on her everywhere he touched. Finally he placed it at her lips and made her suck him clean.
"There," he said, after a while. "That was nice. I think I'll take a bath now."
He left her sitting on her knees, covered with his jism.