Chapter 5

After he'd given the girl careful instructions on her lines, Heinrich had watched the actor playing the Indian rape Cassie, wanting to make sure she stayed in a faint, and had then lumbered across the dunes to the beach where Jerry waited with an ice chest full of drinks-a shaker of gin for Heinrich, beer for himself, and soft drinks for the others. The fat man trusted his careful instructions to the actors, Cassie's vibrantly expressive body, human nature, and Harvey's gift for finding the perfect camera angle to make the movie; they didn't need him. The two of them basked on the beach-Jerry in his swim trunks and Heinie fully clothed-and talked of business. Twice Heinrich had opened his wallet: once to give a fifty to the Indian, and then to award the cowboy fifty for his performance and another hundred for bringing the horses all the way out there in a horse trailer. When the cowpoke pointed to his stained saddlehorn, Heinie grudgingly doled out another ten.

For Jerry and Heinrich, today was just another filming episode. They had a good business. Heinrich supplied the capital, rounded up the male actors, and made most of the movies. He edited the few that Jerry made. Heinie also hired the lawyers-quite a few of them, in fact. One was always on call twenty-four hours a day. For the most part Jerry rounded up the actresses and managed their theater. Jerry's take was forty percent; in the six months they'd been partners he'd made a cool fifty thousand dollars clear. Harvey, their technician who had been with them four months, got two hundred and fifty bucks per movie plus-with only two or three exceptions-a piece of ass from every chick who ever took off her clothes in front of his camera.

Before the San Francisco scene had really opened up, Jerry had made several one-reel grind pieces and peddled them to the local theaters. One of his customers was Heinrich. Heinrich owned his theater and made his own films; he had taken Jerry's movies because the boy's women always had sexier bodies than those he, himself, was able to hire. Then when the porno flick scene really started to pop and customers began to expect a complete cinematic experience, Heinrich realized that he was getting too old to both run the theater and make pictures that had to compete with the sharp stuff flowing in from Denmark. He knew he needed someone with Jerry's talents; he had offered the lad twenty-five percent and had ended up giving forty, but it was worth it. Business had boomed.

Harvey came into view, walking in front of Cassie, leading her over the dunes to the beach. Harvey came on down the beach toward Jerry and Heinrich, but Cassie went straight ahead into the ocean. She entered the water cautiously, a step at a time, afraid that in her exhausted state a strong tide would carry her away. The cool salt water was refreshing. Even though her various wounds-her scratches and the whole raw ring of her anus were bitten by the salt, she found the water invigorating. She stooped to rinse the streaks of sweat and saliva and cum and the sand from herself, even dunking her head once. She stood knee deep in the ocean, smiling to herself as she thought she must look like a picture painted by that Italian artist. All she needed was a big shell to step out of ... or some wings, and then she'd look like the girl in the soft drink ads.

She looked down at the group of men, a hundred yards down the littoral, then spotted a drift log in the opposite direction, and began to walk toward it. It was a huge solitary log that looked as if it had been driven into the dune during a particularly furious storm. A gust of wind came up, chilling her: her skin turned to goose bumps and her nipples puckered annoyingly. She was almost dry before she reached the log and, when she lay down on it, found it deliciously warm against her skin. She lay back and closed her eyes in weariness.

After a few minutes of dozing, she blinked and thought she saw a mirror reflection flashing in the distance. When she focused her eyes she realized that she was in view of the road and that a man with rolled-up shirt sleeves had stopped his car and was looking at her through a pair of binoculars. She thought it was odd-he wasn't so far away that he really needed the binoculars-but after a moment she smiled to herself, pleased somehow that a stranger would want so badly to see her. She didn't let on she knew she was being observed, and, if anything, she let her knees swing even further apart.

The man continued to stand there and was still looking at her fifteen minutes later when Jerry approached, carrying a bottle of Coke.

"Thirsty?" he asked.

Wordlessly, without looking at him, she took the beverage and let about a third of it run down her throat before lowering the bottle. She kept her eyes on the ground.

"I hear you turned in a mighty fine performance," Jerry said. "I'm proud of you."

"It was terrible," she said, almost breaking into tears.

"It wasn't, either," he said. "Everyone said you were the nicest piece of ... the best, most talented actress they'd seen."

"No," she said. "It wasn't very nice." The poor girl felt horribly abused. She knew, deep in her feminine soul, that she'd been used. She had been used and betrayed and she knew it, but she hesitated, not being able to find the right words. "It ... it just wasn't very nice at all."

"How so?"

"It hurt me."

"What did?"

"Both of them-everything," she said, suddenly lifting one arm and grabbing one breast to inspect the side of it as well as her underarm. But there was hardly a trace of either scratch; only soreness remained where the skin had been roughened. Nothing so dramatic as she hoped.

"If they hurt you," he said, "I'm sure they didn't mean to. I'm sure they knew they weren't going to do anything really bad. If you thought it hurt, well, it was only because they wanted to get as fine a performance out of you as they could."

"Well, well," she sputtered, "they didn't have to do all that! Those were mean men! And besides," she yelled, "you tricked me! You lied to me!"

"No I didn't," he said, his voice sweet. "You know I wouldn't do that. I told you I didn't know exactly what Heinie had planned. And besides, I told you about the beginning of it. Didn't it start out just like I said?"

She looked at him, her eyes wide with incredulity. "No! No, you didn't! You didn't tell me he was going to ... going to do that to me!"

"You liked it okay, didn't you?"

"And that other man!" she cried. "The one who was going to ride off with me, he hurt me with a thorn!"

"Why, shit," Jerry said. "Don't think anything about that. Hell, that's done all the time. They even do that in Hollywood. You know that famous scene in Climactic Joy with Hyacinthe Lamour...."

"No."

"Well, when old Hyacinthe had climactic joy come over her face ... how she made it happen was, the movie director was sticking pins in her ass!"

"No!"

"Why, sure! They used to do that to her all the time. Whenever they wanted her to look happy or sad, they'd stick pins in her ass. That was her secret. They were always sticking pins in her ass, and she made a million dollars."

"Really?"

"Sure. Everyone knows that. Anyway, all actors have their secrets. Their ways of getting emotions when they want them."

She was quiet for a minute. The movie magazines hadn't said anything about this. But before she pondered too long her mind came back to her grievance.

"You tricked me. You said it wasn't going to be another movie about that!"

"I promised it would be different, and it was. Beyond that, I told you I didn't know what was going to happen, and I didn't. Heinie thought you'd do better if there was some surprise in it for you." He thought for a moment. It seemed the girl would not completely buy this. Sometimes a man has to be direct. "Hell, you like to fuck, don't you?"

She shrugged, pursing her lips.

"Don't you?" he demanded. "Aren't you always happy when I put my prick in you, when I stick it into your sweet little cunt? Don't you always give it a real good fuck?"

"Yes, but...."

"Well, then," he said. "You're real good at it. That's the thing. Why, I'd say that fucking was one of your major talents."

"Yes," she said, blushing, "but I don't want to do it in a movie!"

"Why not?" he demanded. "I told you the avant-garde is more open and honest than Hollywood. Well, everybody fucks. Fucking happens to be one of your major talents, and we're showing off your honest talent."

"I don't like being that honest!"

"Well, it's a changing world. We have to adapt in order to get ahead."

"Even so," she said, "I've shown my fucking, but now I want to show my other talents!"

"Okay," he said, thinking they should let it rest for now, but knowing he had to find a way with her.

In the car, however, she was even more adamant. After riding along in silence for a while, she said, "I'm not going to make another movie for Heinie. Never! And that's my final decision."

Jerry grimaced as he thought that timeworn age-old thought of all men about all women: stubborn irrational bitch! But he said nothing right then, driving along in silence.

After a while, he said, "I'll tell you what, babe. I'll make a movie. I been thinking about it for a long time now, and I think I can do it. I know just what to do. You won't have to worry about Heinie. I'll make the next movie of you."

"Really?" she said, giving a tiny little jump.

"Shit, yes. We'll make a real nice movie. We'll give you a chance to act, yessir!"

"Really?" she asked, hope creeping into her voice.

She smiled and leaned back against the seat. Jerry was so nice to her! But after a moment, she frowned as doubt flickered across her brow.

"You don't ... you don't want to make it about that, do you?"

"What?"

"You know-fucking. You won't make me fuck any more men for the movie, will you?" she asked, her voice tremulous.

"Why, no, sweetheart," he said. "We won't do that, not unless you decide you want to. We'll think of something else."

"Oh, goody!" she cried.

Jerry could hardly contain his smile, a plan already taking shape in his scheming brain.

The ensuing days passed with Cassie becoming more impatient.

"Jerry," she called from the bedroom one night as she was getting ready for bed, "all you do is make promises."

With a sigh, he yelled, "I keep telling you: we'll do it real soon."

"You've been saying that all week."

"Please quit bugging me," he said, his voice showing irritation.

"Well, I can't help it," she wailed. "You're keeping me on needles and pins. All you do is say, 'Soon, soon,' 'Any time now,' and 'Stop bugging me,' " she said, trying to mimic him.

Holding her hairbrush, she came into the living room where he sat, and stalked up and down, a bundle of frustrated energy. She stopped in front of the floor lamp, her sheer nylon nightie doing nothing to hide her curves or the whiteness of her skin, and began to brush her hair furiously. After a moment, she paused, turned to him with artless coyness, and said, "If you told me what it was going to be about, maybe I could keep from bugging you."

She smiled.

"I told you, I can't tell you. I haven't really made up my mind yet, for one thing; and whatever it is, whenever it is, I won't tell, because I want your honest reactions."

She wilted visibly and said, "Well, I worry."

"I told you not to worry-you won't have to fuck, you won't see hide nor hair of anybody's prick."

"I don't mean that, exactly. I mean ... I like to think about it, so I can think what I'm going to do." As if to demonstrate her range of talents, she adopted a very long, sad face, quickly followed by a butterfly half-dipsomaniac grin, and said, "I have to know which emotions I'm going to have to use."

"You'll do fine," he said. "Your natural honest emotions are best."

"I'm sorry. I just can't help it."

"You think I'm lying?" he demanded.

Cassie stared at him, not knowing how to answer. Finally, unable to look at him any more, she nodded her head dumbly.

"All right. Come on. There's something I want you to see." He went to the living room closet and threw open the door dramatically. "Look!" he said, and pulled out a big, shiny black camera on a tripod. Cassie squealed and followed him into the bedroom, her eyes shining as she watched him set it up in the corner of the room, right by the foot of the bed. As if to demonstrate sincerity, he picked up the plug, flourished it in the air, and then stooped to plug it into the socket. "Voila," he said. "I wanted it to be a complete surprise, but for your peace of mind I see that's not possible. So we'll just set the camera up where you can see it, so we won't have to go very far to get it when the time comes." He winked mischieviously, and then his face assumed a mysterious grin, and he said, "It may be sooner than you think!"

Telling her that he wanted her to get a good night's sleep so her face would be fresh in the morning, he led her to bed, tucked her in, and kissed her good night.

Cassie heard him go out the living room door several minutes after he shut her into the bedroom. She wondered where he was going-for that matter, she wondered where he was going all the time lately. He was gone up to four or five hours every day; if she asked him where, he said he had business. If she pressed it and asked what, he'd say "Oh, the usual." She didn't know what kind of job he had, if any.

But she didn't waste her going-to-sleep thoughts on that. He had promised her that it would be real soon-that was the important thing. She fell asleep dreaming sweetly-not having any clue as to what kind of heroine she would be this time. She borrowed, in her dreams, the best qualities of all her favorites.

Before she had been asleep for an hour, she awakened to hear the door opening and rustling sounds at the foot of the bed. At first, in her slumber, she thought it was Jerry coming home, but there were too many half-muted rustlings and they went on too long. She sat bolt upright, clutching the covers to her neck, and asked, "Who-who is it?"

At that moment a floodlight went on at the foot of the bed, momentarily blinding the girl. She closed her eyes for a moment against its blast, then squinted madly in her attempt to see, quaking beneath the covers.

"It's us," hissed a voice in her ear, right beside the bed. "We've come to get even."

"Yes, get even," echoed another voice, a higher, more definitely feminine voice.

Cassie gasped and her mouth dropped open. The larger woman was six feet tall. To Cassie she seemed to loom like a giant, although she was well proportioned and had large full breasts. Her raven-black hair was cut in a bob. The little woman, standing behind the first and peering around her, had wild frizzy red hair and was very slender.

"We'll teach you to rat on us," the big one hissed...." rat on us," echoed the frizzy-headed one. "Rat on you?"

"Rat!" she hissed, grabbing the covers right at Cassie's neck and giving a yank. The blankets and sheets flew through the air and settled around the base of the flood lamp.

"You'll never go to the fuzz again," she hissed, laughing evilly. "When we get through with you, you'll be lucky if you're ever able to walk again!"

"... walk again," echoed the freckled, frizzled ghost.

"But I didn't...." the quaking girl began to wail in protest, arms folded across her quivering jutting breasts. She didn't have a chance to finish, because the slender redhead wrapped her hand in Cassie's hair just behind her head and yanked back, while the big woman struck Cassie twice across the face. The stinging blows hit each cheek twice as Cassie's tongue moved in her half-open mouth in voiceless speechless fright. She then yanked at the front of Cassie's nightie and ripped away the whole front of the gown, leaving the girl cringing naked on the bed.

Cassie was shoved back flat on the bed as the big woman straddled her-revealing full rosy thighs topped by a thick patch of black pubic hair. Cassie's legs were yanked forward and the helpless girl found herself pinned to the bed. The woman's hands clamped hard, all ten fingernails gouging, onto Cassie's breasts, bringing a high-pitched squeal of fright from the girl.

The big woman's fingers locked around Cassie's slender throat. "One more sound out of you, and you'll never squeal again," she hissed...." never squeal again," echoed the wide-eyed unblinking ghost.

Believing her, the timid girl bit her tongue as the woman began to pinch her nipples, rolling their swollen red points between her thumbs and forefingers. When she saw Cassie's eyes roll, she let go that grip and cruelly squeezed those tender handfuls of flesh. The ghostlike waif had bent forward and began running the sharp point of her tongue up and down Cassie's little pink slit. "Charlene, this is a very nice pussy," she said in her high-pitched voice and giggled.

Letting go her legs, the woman called Charlene commanded Cassie to roll over onto her stomach, which the quaking girl proceeded to do without hesitation. Never taking her beady eyes off the soft twin globes, the big woman said, "Stella," and snapped her fingers in command; Stella immediately took the hairbrush from the dresser and placed it in her outstretched hand.

At the first whack, Cassie moaned and buried her face in the pillow. The blows fell rapidly, without letup. Her buttocks became pink, then a fiery red as they quivered under the blows of the hairbrush.

Cassie thought she might faint at first, but nothing so merciful happened. Her latent screams died in her throat, almost strangling her. In her benumbed brain, memory stirred as she could not avoid thinking of the last time she had been beaten, and the image of her father sprang all too vividly to her mind. The unfortunate creature remembered that the only time her father had ever shown her any tenderness was after he'd beaten her.

Stella and Charlene watched as the girl squirmed from side to side, her buttocks rising a bit from the mattress only to flop back with the next whack. She began twisting from side to side. To hold her still, Charlene placed her big hand in the middle of the girl's back and, with brutal strength, shoved her back into the mattress.

Both women watched intently as the girl's buttocks rose six inches off the mattress and swayed there awaiting the blows, which rained mercilessly upon them. Her knees slid apart wider and wider until they were at full spread, and her buttocks rose still another six inches off the mattress. It was as if the gasping girl was trying to get near to the source of some mysterious supply of heat. Rubbing her hands together, Stella peered intently at Cassie's cunt, around which blows now raised as the insides of her open thighs also became red. The soft pink petal-like vaginal lips had be gun glistening with moisture. The wide-eyed skinny woman smiled in glee as more lacteous goo seeped from Cassie's cunt; it was beginning to drip now from the tip of her erect clitoris. "The poor dear wants to come," Stella whispered in her high voice.

So saying, she lay face up on the mattress and inched her way up between Cassie's outspread thighs. Once in position, she reached forward to run the tips of her thumbs softly over the quaking girl's steaming snatch, brushing softly either side of her clitoris as they massaged.

Cassie began moaning as the first jolts of her orgasm hit. Her body shuddered convulsively and her pelvis started moving obscenely. The redhead pushed back the prepuce on the girl's maddened clitoris and watched it twitch, as the tips of her thumbs spread the damp pussy lips and revealed the slick glistening cunt-mouth contracting in thin air.

Cassie, utterly humiliated and knowing it, began to sob huge heartrending sobs, her back heaving and tears flowing from her tight-shut eyes. All she felt was a huge empty helplessness.

Charlene tugged at Cassie's shoulder to pull her onto her back and then onto her side. The woman sat on the bed and rested the girl's head for a moment on her thigh while she unbuttoned her dress and then unhooked her brassiere, drawing it forward to toss it to the floor. Her breasts were everything one might expect from a woman her size, very large and extremely well formed. She was just thirty, and while her breasts had a bit of natural hang, they had not fallen. Their ends pointed and they had a gentle swell, yet they were larger than cantaloupes and were so soft they wobbled every time she breathed.

Charlene's nipples were shamelessly erect when she lifted Cassie's head to cradle the girl's head and engulf her in that perfect bosom. She pressed Cassie's head and squeezed the girl's face into her breasts. She pinched one of her breasts near its tip and rubbed its swollen, sensitive, pinkish-brown nipple. It formed a perfect round little ball-a ball she used to write a Lesbian Message of Love on Cassie's brow, around her eyebrow and softly over her eyelid, on down the cheek to the girl's full lips. She traced Cassie's whole mouth with it before nudging it gently between the lips. No longer sobbing, Cassie opened her eyes and at first licked cautiously at the woman's pap before drawing the tip of Charlene's breast farther into her mouth and beginning to suckle. Her jaws worked madly as she flicked it with her tongue.

All this while Stella's frizzy head had been buried between Cassie's thighs, lapping up every drop of the self-lubricating fluid drooling out of the girl's cunt. With a lazy wave of her hand Charlene tapped Stella on her scrawny shoulder. Stella's head immediately shot up to see what was wanted, and when the boss woman merely motioned with her head, the little woman stood up and quickly pulled her dress off over her head: she was naked. Her body had absolutely no excess fat and her wiry musculature was visible. She was covered with freckles, her breasts were firm little cones maybe three inches long, and her pubic hair was as frizzy and pale red as the hair on her head. The dress dropped from her hand to the floor as she walked over to the corner of the room. From a handbag she drew a double dildo made of pink rubber. The two halves were joined at something less than a right angle and both bristled with soft rubber points. One side was the size and general shape of a handsomely large penis, the other side of it was only half as large. Stella handed the dildo to Charlene, climbed upon the bed, and promptly doubled her knees up against her chest-holding them there with her hands.

Cassie had moved her mouth to Charlene's other breast and was prodding the first with her hand, squeezing it and wonderingly feeling its weight and curves. Holding Cassie's head with one hand, the boss woman placed the tip of the smaller protrusion of the dildo against Stella's emaciated cunt. Stella immediately reached her hands down to spread her lips-which were thin and almost without wrinkles-pulling them apart with her two forefingers like a child making a face, holding her knees tight against her breasts as the dildo was slowly shoved into her. Her vagina was apparently quite tight, for the instrument entered her slowly, in spite of the big woman's sure steady pressure behind it. Stella threw her head back a dozen times as she began to shiver all over, mouth gasping over her teeth like a sucker fish. Then, with hands free and shaking, she spread Cassie's ripe thighs and twisted her at the waist.

Charlene helped guide the big end of the dildo into Cassie's clasping cunt.

"Oh ... oh...." Cassie moaned, almost incoherently, as she felt the rubber prick slip deep into her pussy.

"Agghh," Stella screamed as Cassie jerked her pelvis, driving the smaller end of the dildo deep in her own vitals.

Laughing, Charlene shimmied out of her dress. Her muscular belly was smooth and the thick black pubic hair stood out like a briar patch at the junction of her powerful thighs. Her buttocks were full and round; they jiggled with each step as she glided around the bed in order to straddle Cassie's lust-hungry face. When she crawled aboard, her ass was pressing against the headboard, her face toward Stella's.

Cassie saw the warm pink meat deep in the center of the parted halves. The entire snatch looked like a partially split peach-with the clitoris being the brown peach pit ... and Cassie, driven to ecstasy by Stella's educated use of the dildo, had no qualms about eating. Cassie bit the ridge of flesh, sucking the woman's clitoris and inner lips fully into her mouth, tasting the lesbian nectar. "Oh ... God-so good!" Charlene moaned and reached for Cassie's breasts. She grasped one in each hand, then hunched her back in order to fasten her own mouth onto one of Cassie's pink pearl nipples. She rubbed and licked her long tongue over the entire globe of the tit, then sucked hard and caught the nipple between her soft palate and the back of her tongue. Stella and Cassie automatically reached for any uncovered breasts. Cassie massaged Stella's from the bottom, a hand on each; Stella manipulated Charlene's.

Suddenly, Stella's eyes widened and she began whipping her frizzy red head from side to side. The dildo shone and quivered from the beating it was taking. Any movement by either of them was felt by the other, and the sensations were almost more then Stella could bear.

Charlene let go of Cassie's breast and fumbled behind her for the hairbrush. She picked it up and viciously swacked Stella's buttock; the redhead gasped and jerked her hips, sending the dildo rippling into Cassie's overheated cunt. This made Cassie thrust her hips upward, which sent the other end roaring back into the redhead's tight, hot pussy. Charlene pounded furiously at Stella's quivering ass, making the girl yelp as she whipped her spine in a jerking frenzy. Cassie thrust back in the same helpless dance as heat built throughout her body.

Through it all, Cassie held her mouth clamped firm on the big woman's inner meat-sucking, licking and biting. When she began to flick the clitoris with her tongue-tip, Charlene whimpered and convulsed, rotating her hips back-dropping the hairbrush in delight. Cassie liked the woman's rich musty smell which had pervaded her nostrils for some time, but the cunt was so big it began to shut off her air supply. Frantically, she twisted her head to one side to take a breath. She happened to open an eye at that moment and saw Harvey's waist. Knowledge entered her brain just as air entered her lungs, but there was no time for resentment, for Stella's movements had assumed a not to be denied urgency.

Charlene all but smothered Cassie in her crotch, clenching her soft rippling buttocks on Cassie's cheeks and tickling her chin and throat with that grand pubic muff. Cassie caught the woman's tender inner meat-her clitoris and labia-between her tongue and the roof of her mouth and sucked hard, sucked until her mouth ached, to draw the woman's stretched labia in until they touched her soft palate. She held the pussy lips firm by suction as she began to pulse her tongue against the clitoris, every now and then hungrily gulping more of the woman's sweet musk as the tip of her nose battered the entrance to the woman's vagina.

"Agh-gh-gh-gh agh!" the big woman screamed as she started cumming in Cassie's mouth. Her body heaved, and she slapped Stella's dancing butt with frenzied fury as her orgasm jerked through her. The redhead pushed her shoulder against Charlene's face to grind her tit into the wide open gasping mouth, cumming in torrents as her reddened buttocks jerked and her taut little body flopped like a chicken with its head cut off. The dildo went haywire as it beat and rippled all the walls of Cassie's overheated cunt. Cassie's muscles went into spasms as her own helpless cunt convulsed on the ravaging dildo. "Oh-h-h-h-h God!" Hands dug fingers into soft tits as they all came, screaming and moaning and cavorting wildly in the throes of orgiastic rapture.

After a moment, all three sweaty bodies separated as if by mutual concord. Charlene lifted one knee and then pitched forward onto her side, rolling and half-bouncing onto her back as the mattress springs bounced; she lay there, panting hoarsely, her head at the foot of the bed, arms and legs akimbo. Stella, rather than rise to her knees to disengage from the dildo, scooted her knees apart to pull her hips back, and the rubber pecker came free from Cassie with a plop. Stella stood, the dildo sticking out in front of her obscenely as she inspected the teeth-marks on her breast, similar to the almost-healed marks on her other breast, then walked into the bathroom where she could squat and slowly worm the thing out of her.

Jerry stepped out from behind the flood lamp and, while Cassie gazed up at him expressionlessly, he wiped the fragrant musk from her lips, cheeks, chin, and throat with his handkerchief. Then, after staring down at her supine form for a moment, he picked her up and carried her into the living room.

When Harvey unbuttoned his pants his prick stuck straight out. Moving quietly, he crawled across the mattress until he was between Charlene's powerful thighs, then lowered himself onto her. Balancing himself carefully and taking aim, he buried his prick to the hilt in her creamy cunt before she opened her eyes and realized what was happening. Screaming curses, she pushed at his shoulders and tried to squeeze her knees together before thinking to reach for his balls-too late. He pinched one of her nipples, pinched it as hard as she had pinched Cassie's, twisting it and digging his thumbnail into the skin at its base. At the same time, his other hand went to her throat where his thumb pressed her larynx. "One peep out of you and you'll be a dead bull dyke with a missing nipple, understand?" he growled.

She nodded her head as best as she was able with his thumb so firmly in her throat.

"Okay, now. First, you throw your arms back over your head and don't move them again. Second, you spread your legs as wide as you can. Third, you rock your hips real nice. And last, you whisper 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' right in my ear and keep on saying it until I tell you to stop. Got all that?" he asked, giving her nipple an extra twist and digging his thumbnail treacherously.

Immediately, her arms shot back, her legs flew out, and she began rocking and whispering. It was agony for her, since she hadn't fucked a man in five or six years, and while she liked men okay socially, she detested them sexually. Or so she thought.

Propping some of his weight on his elbow in order to keep his thumb at her throat, Harvey began pumping into her wet pussy, his chest pressing one of her giant cushions between them as he heaved. With his other hand he batted her breast about, squeezing it, milking it up and down, pulling on it, and letting it settle back into place. His fingertips even strayed into her vulnerable clean-shaven armpit. After several seconds he pushed the breast up and clamped his mouth down on her nipple. His hands dropped to clutch her rolling buttocks. He felt her vaginal lining beginning to twitch as it clung to his cock, and he grinned knowingly. Charlene's eyes blazed. "Bastard," she said, then began cooperating. Face flushed, she started whispering in earnest, "Fuck me!" Soon she was rocking her hips with ever-greater vigor. He rammed into her hard two or three times and she gasped nicely, but he decided to draw it out a bit longer, because she was such a tight fluid mount.

He reared back for a moment to catch her legs, pulling them onto his shoulders and, assured of even further depth, his cock started churning in and out like a runaway oil pump. Charlene's hands came out from behind her head, and she grabbed his head to pull his face forward onto her tits; Harvey bit and squeezed them as he nuzzled and buried his cock even deeper. Charlene had begun to pant, her head was rolling to the side, and she moaned in pleasure.

She locked her calves behind his shoulders and pulled him to her. Hanging onto the bed frame with her hands, she arched her ass high in the air to bring him deeper into her and began to wail. Her cunt contracted tightly on him as she began to jerk her legs, yanking on the root of his cock and forcing him slightly out of her. Then, suddenly, she dropped her legs to allow him to plow back into her creamy shimmying hole. His hot, twitching, spewing prick hit her cervix as a hammer strikes an anvil-sending echoes throughout her body as she began to cum. She moaned and gibbered, "Fuck, fuck," as he fired hot jism into her, filling her to overflowing.

Jerry laid Cassie on the couch. She immediately turned to her side, her buttocks still red and aching. She stared blankly into the room as Jerry knelt beside her to brush the hair away from her face and stroke her brow. He began to speak to her. She heard what he said and understood it, but the expression on her face did not change, remaining completely blank.

"That was marvelous. It was a wonderful performance. You're a wonderful marvelous girl and you're going to be a great actress. I know it might have hurt you for a while, and that it frightened you at first, but you did just swell. I love you. I hope you know that. You're a wonderful, honest person and I love you madly," he was saying.

But Cassie, feeling shame-like a black, freezing fog sweeping over her-shuddered convulsively once, then began weeping. The sobs were so heartrending that even Jerry was touched. So much so that he accompanied Harvey out for a drink ... to settle his nerves.