Chapter 8
"I think we fucked up," Chris Gael said as he cradled the phone. "Damn it, Rory went and shacked up with Mike! Dum-dum Toni got shaken when he wasn't home and called the security. And if what I heard is right, she's gotten fucked by that son-of-a-bitch DeCosta. You know the one I mean. Dresses like he was from the FBI. The mother-fucker is a soldier of fortune but he keeps a low profile. He speaks soft, but he carries guns. And knives. And he knows every dirty trick in the business. He can pull any broad in Vegas when he feels like it, and he's got pull all the way up to the White House."
"I've heard of him," Shawna said, showing no emotion. DeCosta was one man she didn't want Chris to know about. He had screwed her relentlessly, endlessly, in every orifice, once when Chris was away on a photo job.
And now he had little Toni!
Well, she could do worse; at least he wasn't a whoremonger. He wouldn't put the beautiful young blonde on the street or in a house where she would have to fuck or suck any creep who picked her out of the line.
"The whole fucking thing is blown," Chris Gael said.
"Not necessarily," replied his salacious auburn-haired wife, realizing he was now thinking of money to be made. She combed her hair with her fingers and began to talk off the top of her head, beginning with, "It could get better and better for all of us."
"Lay it on me, babe," the photographer said. "All I know is how to click cameras. You count the money."
"Keep that in mind," Shawna said, grinning wickedly. "This is the way I see it, and stop me if I'm wrong.
"First, we needed Toni for some blue movies, and that meant we had to find work for Rory. We've got a lot of her on videotape already.
"Second, Rory would sell his grandmother's corpse for a dime. We know that.
"Third, we had Toni at the breaking point.
"Fourth, Rory made a getaway and fucked Mike.
"Fifth, if you heard it straight on the phone, Toni got shook up and bedded DeCosta, who is a mean bastard. I know him. He'd just as soon shoot you as look at you. But he's not square. He'll go for anything that can be covered. Understand?"
"Not all of it," Chris Gael replied.
"Oh, you stupid ass!" Shawna blurted in frustration. "Look, here's what we wanted. We wanted Toni for some film, which we have already, and we wanted Toni and Rory for playthings. Then Mike and DeCosta got into the act and there are complications. So we have to adjust. Change the script. Instead of just you and me making it with Rory and Toni, we have to work Mike and DeCosta into it. Toni's already broken and DeCosta has the morals of a rattlesnake. Mike will fuck. Not for money, but if she likes a man." The auburn-haired beauty grinned. "I'd bet ten dollars to a hole in a doughnut, and half the hole back if you lose, that you've fucked her." ... "Never have," Chris Gael said thoughtfully. "I'll admit she hung the 'out to lunch' sign on the door of Kellogg's office one day and gave me a beautiful blow-job. Wouldn't let me touch her, or take off any clothes. She just did it all with her mouth, and got me up there for at least an hour, ready to cum-sort of playing with my prick. But when she wanted it, finally, she sucked like nothing in this world."
"I can't believe she ate the whole thing," Shawna said with a lascivious chuckle. "But in the situation which obtains, I think we should bring them all in. Organize an orgy, if you want to call it that. We all fuck and suck each other and the videotape is running from all angles and we've got a half-million dollars in our pocket."
"You think I'd ever suck a cock?" he demanded angrily.
"No ... and I don't think I'd want you if you did," the long-haired girl said, smiling and winking. "But you like to see me going down on other men ... or watch you eating cunt ... or see me make it with another girl. Lick her snatch while she eats me." She fingered through her long dark hair again and considered her husband seriously as she said, "I think you should try it, once! You'd never turn queer, I know that. But just experience having a cock in your mouth ... the hot cum ... realize what a girl feels when a prick rams down her throat. Oh, it's beautiful, once you learn how. Suck and kiss and lick and swallow the sweet cum. I really don't know why men want to eat pussy. I mean, there's not that much there! A girl just doesn't cum the way a man does, shooting it all into your mouth. It may taste sweet, but most of it is soft legs wrapped around the ears ... you should know."
"What I know or don't know amounts to a barrel of sour owl shit," he said angrily. "I wanted to grab that pair because she's beautiful and he can handle a camera and we both want a little variety in our fucking. I love to be in bed with you while another guy is fucking you! See you squirm and go wild with a new prick in your cunt! A few of them make you cum, I know that, but then you're hotter for me. Hot like a forest fire. Your mouth sucks and your pussy grabs and your asshole won't let go of me!"
"That's what I love about you, Chris," Shawna said, her hands lewdly exploring him, teasing his rising penis. "You lie close to me in bed while some guy we've never met before fucks me out of my mind-maybe both of you sandwich me, and you know how I dig that-and it's so exciting for me!"
"Now you want me to organize an orgy involving people who won't get along," he said, savoring her erotic nature as he slapped at her bare asscheeks lightly. "You are the most beautiful broad I ever met." "Lie back and think it all over and don't move a muscle. You figure out how to get Toni and Rory and Mike and DeCosta into bed with us in a friendly way." She gripped his hardening penis tightly. "And I'm going to do the number-go down-on you ... suck your cock for hours." She chuckled wickedly. "And don't you dare cum before you've figured it all out."
"You damn tease," he said, pulling her head to his loins and feeling her soft warm lips enclose the head of his penis as her tongue explored. Chris Gael had known many women, but this auburn-haired one was the best. So open-minded.
She loved her sex but wouldn't cheat.
If she found a potential lover, she brought him home. Or her.
They went to bed together, however many.
Chris liked to watch her getting it rammed deep into her hot wet cunt, or sucking cock, or eating pussy. It was nice when she brought a girl home--Shawna never picked up any dogs, they were all young and beautiful, and after she had eaten them out of their minds they were his. To fuck, or offer his cock to their hot wet lips while Shawna, waiting for just the right moment, pumped his phallus and he shot into their avidly sucking mouths.
He and Shawna shared.
Once she had found a living virgin and enticed her to the rancho.
A girl in her late teens, whom Shawna seduced with her mouth as Chris lay in the bed, watching Shawna's tongue spearing into the grinding, wet pussy. The girl was wild with passion and she kept cumming and cumming into Shawna's mouth until finally Shawna's eager glistening tongue tired and she panted to Chris, "She's cherry!"
"Huh?" he said.
"A virgin! She's never been fucked!" Shawna pawed at her hair. "No shit! I can't even get my tongue up her cunt. Climb on her and fuck her. She's hot and squirming!"
Chris Gael mounted the writhing young girl as Shawna guided his rampant cock into the soft, lubricious lips of her pussy. The girl screamed as the tender maidenhead burst under the thrust of his rigid cock and the blood began to run from her cunt onto the bed sheets. But as he poised himself over her trembling body and flexed his impaling penis in her tender young pussy, the girl had begun to groan in mingled pleasure and pain, and started to fuck her young cunt up the invading pole of male-flesh, panting. She was already wet, her cuntlips streaming with her juices as Chris Gael poised himself over the straining body and then fucked as hard as he could up into the seething depths of her vagina.
"EEEEYYYYAAAAGGGGHHH!!!" The teenager had screamed as the rampantly reaming penis plunged into the forbidden parts of her virginal body. "YOU'RE HURTING MEEEE!"
Yet her young, strong legs were clamping his back as he fucked hard into her virgin cunt and she drove it up to meet every pummeling, jackhammering stroke, feeling the tender inner flesh yield even as she bled around it. Shawna was kissing her and cuddling, caressing her breasts, comforting her while she writhed in pain and pleasure as her cunt was plundered.
And then Shawna had, after the explosion of their cumming together, knelt between her limply splayed legs and licked her tender vaginal lips clean of cum and blood.
They had slept together for nearly a week, experimenting. The girl borrowing Shawna's clothes when she wanted to go out for a walk.
She could cum easily, in minutes, spilling her hot sweet juice into their mouths, her smooth legs clamped to their borrowing faces.
She whimpered in pain the first time Chris screwed her in the ass, violently. But the pain turned quickly to pleasure and after that she wouldn't let him fuck her in her cunt. She was afraid of getting pregnant. But she delighted in kneeling before him and spreading her smooth asscheeks for the entrance of his cock, and once it had penetrated the elastic ring of her sphincter, fucking that way was beautiful, particularly when Shawna slithered onto the wrinkled sheets and spread her own beautiful legs and drew the auburn-haired lips of her pussy wide apart, showing the coral flesh inside, and the gentle hands, pulling at her head, drew it down to the beautiful cunt while her ass was getting such a slow and beautiful fuck.
The virgin girl had been turned, in a few days, it seemed, into the most eager of cock-suckers and pussy-eaters, and one hell of a straight fuck. Or she would take it up the ass and love it.
And she disappeared.
Vanished.
The only thing she took was her suitcase.
"Where do you think she could have gone?" Shawna had asked her husband seriously. "That innocent young girl!"
"Probably to Nevada. Fucking for money is legal there, you know." He lit a cigarette and went on. "Get down on your knees and suck my cock, babe. She was good, but you're the best."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, my friend," Shawna had said as she knelt and zipped his pants open, fishing greedily for his penis. It was hard and ready for her soft, wet mouth without any teasing. She loved it, devoured it, as his hot, sweet cum spurted into her mouth and his hands pulled her bobbing head down to his loins. This was the beautiful part of their relationship as man and wife. Their sex together gave them so much pleasure, and having others join them was a bonus. It made no difference if the others were young girls or young men to Shawna. She had made only one inflexible rule.
Unless one or the other found it necessary to break in a new girl or man, they never fucked alone.
They always shared the same big bed. It was so exciting, getting fucked by two men at once, or both of them doing up the young girl.
It helped the financial picture too. The color tape cameras were always running, aimed at the big bed. The equipment and what was needed to keep it running had cost a fortune, but had paid for itself in less than a year, and the whole thing was foolproof.
No girl with a good reputation could possibly take them to court.
The young men were usually happy for the hospitality and would leave with a few dollars in their pockets and a memorable experience.
Most of the sessions were no more than half-hour blue movies. But Toni and Rory could be more. And if they could pull DeCosta and Mike in, they would make a fortune. Half a million at least.
Chris Gael couldn't hold back now. He fucked deep into his avidly sucking wife's mouth and thought how beautiful her straining lips were with his cum oozing from them. He loved the way her hot, wet tongue laved him after, before she rose from her knees to be kissed. He liked tasting himself in her mouth.
Her lips were so sweet after she had sucked. Shawna always held back enough cum to give him a honey kiss, even when she went down on one of the young boys while he watched and maybe fucked her too, and then he was really tasting another man's semen.
Once, after she had gone down on one of them and kissed him, letting hot, whitish cum drool into his sucking mouth, she had whispered, "You're a cocksucker by proxy!" They had both burst into laughter. Now, her lips still wet with cum, Shawna said thoughtfully, "How do we handle it?"
"Hit them all right between the eyes," her husband said.
It was easier said than done; there were too many human factors involved. They had to consider the reactions of six people, themselves included, who were already emotionally involved to one extent or another. Finally they had to write it down on paper.
First, their own goal: Get Toni Davon and Rory Davon both as playthings and for photos.
Second, either ease DeCosta out or bring him in smoothly. Third, use Micah ... but Mike wouldn't be easy to use. She was sharp as a surgeon's scalpel.
Rory and Toni were the weak ones.
Rory was hungry for money and recognition in his field.
Toni was just discovering her own sexuality. She would naturally be asking herself questions, and she could freak and blow it all.
A real chess game. Moving the pawns around.
After much scribbling, they agreed Rory was the vulnerable one, even more than Toni. He was hungry for money and status. Mike didn't give a damn. DeCosta was a deadly snake There was the off-chance he had fallen in love with Toni, and might fuck them up.
Eventually Chris and Shawna Gael agreed they should set up a party and play it by ear. There would be drinks and some pills and the tape cameras would be running..
Rory was thinking he might have made a mistake. While Mike was absolutely the best he had ever run into in bed, she wasn't commercial. He might be able to use her in high-fashion layouts, but she would never come through the lenses as sexy as Toni. Toni had the smooth body, the tits, the ass for the slick men's magazines.
And there was no doubt about it, he had sure fucked up with Toni. Now he had to patch it, and do it in a way that didn't lose little Mike, because they both represented money.
Forcing a smile, he told Mike, "I've got to go fix it with Toni."
"I understand ... it's important," she said, stretching her lithe, slender body. "I'm not sure I like you ... but come back when you want. You do a girl up nice."
"You're a nice girl to do up," Rory said, as he dressed. For goodbye, he bent and kissed her tender, sweet cunt instead of her mouth.
As the door closed firmly, the little girl began to cry softly, and then she slept again.
Toni was back in their apartment, waiting, reading a paperback book which didn't interest her
"Toni, I-" Rory Davon began.
"Forget it, " Toni said with a hardness she didn't know she possessed. "I'm not exactly a nun. Let's just not talk about it. Not yet-it's too soon." Her dark eyes studied her unfaithful husband, even as she realized she had been equally unfaithful. She said, "You must be hungry; I don't imagine Mike fed you."
"No." He didn't want to ask how she knew.
"I'll fix something," she said in a flat tone. "Rock Cornish game chicken or pork chops?"
"Chicken would be fine," he said.
It was a nearly silent meal. Neither of them wanted to talk about what they had done, or try to disguise it with trivialities.
The only attempt at communication came when Toni, scraping their plates, said, "Rory, do you think we can go on together?"
"Maybe. I'd like to." He shook his head. "You were always so uptight about sex ... and then to see you making it with Shawna ... "
"It was something that happened."
His voice and eyes didn't betray his knowledge of her episode with DeCosta. "I won't say to just forget it, but we can put it aside."
"Or try. What about living together now?" the pale-haired girl asked seriously. "We only have one bed. I'm not ready to have you touch me yet."
"One thing I've never been accused of is rape," Rory said.
They slept in the same bed without touching.
Rory masturbated in the late hours, thinking of his cock in the soft, sweet mouth of Mike.
Toni Davon used her fingers, thinking of DeCosta. She wanted his cock in her cunt, and she knew she could go to the other studio and have him there, without argument, but she was troubled and thought it best to seek a secret place for herself until she got her mind straight.
Several days passed, during which they didn't touch each other, yet worked together amicably as photographer and model. Sometimes, with an unquenchable burning in her loins, Toni Davon slipped down to DeCosta's apartment and into his bed, where she wildly made love to him and groaned in wanton pleasure as his cock split her belly or stretched her gulping lips, but hardly a word passed between them.
DeCosta, well aware of the Cosa Nostra saying to the effect that fish die by their mouths, kept his shut. He was somewhat amused by the fact that after a steaming session of exotic sex, the tousled blonde beauty insisted on cooking him a meal with ingredients she herself had brought, and then thoroughly cleaning his pad.
"You'd make a nice wife," he said once, reaching out from the bed to smack the flat of his hand across the luscious curve of her naked asscheeks, making her jump and yelp.
"Don't tempt me. I might say yes, and you'd have to talk your way out of it," Toni said, liking the way her rump tingled. As she unceremoniously yanked the sheets from the bed, almost spilling her Italian lover onto the floor, she said, "How any man can be so squeaky neat on the job and live in a hog pen like this, I don't know!"
"Maybe so you'll come down and feed me and clean up," he said, flashing his white teeth.
"I come here to get laid-and you know it!" Toni said boldly. She'd found she could speak whatever came into her head with DeCosta; communicate with him much more deeply than with Rory. She thought it sort of funny that they'd never had a date, never sneaked off for a matinee at a motel or anything. He had been just a little bit surprised when he found she had had a key made for herself and brought some clothes for an emergency. She could have asked first, of course, but he didn't mind. She was pleasant to have around-not prying, not telling him sad stories, just looking for a little casual affection and sex. And she was loosening up a lot there, almost like a child with a new toy. He liked the way she preferred to be naked with him, clothed in nothing but her long mass of golden hair, the way she would impulsively turn to him and kiss his penis, or pull his face to the sweet, silken furrow of her cunt for a kiss and then go on with whatever she happened to be doing.
Chris and Shawna Gael went about setting up their coup like Pentagon brass planning a major war. They tried to think of everything. DeCosta could be the fly in the ointment and Chris was for cutting him out. But Shawna, who had spread some money around and asked questions, knew Toni Davon was discreetly spending hours alone with DeCosta in his apartment. She argued that if they were going to pull little Micah in, then it would be good to have the group evenly balanced. Three men and three girls. Chris had finally agreed, but asked, "How do we get DeCosta? Mike will make the scene-she'd walk ten miles for a fuck-but that DeCosta ... "
"I'll get him," Shawna said.
It was as easy as she had expected. She simply went to the hotel-casino where he worked and waited, playing low-stakes blackjack until he appeared. She knew how he had turned on the times they had been together, and she got him aside.
"Want to join a mini-orgy?" she asked. "Your friends will be there."
"Oh?" His eyebrows rose slightly, asking, "What friends?"
"Toni Davon. Myself. Chris and Rory and
Mike."
"I'll have to drink that over," DeCosta said, heading for the bar. He used a chit to get an orange juice in a tall glass and sipped it slowly. Finally he passed the table where Shawna was pondering whether to hit a hard sixteen, looking at a ten-up. He nodded imperceptibly. DeCosta's decision had been made on two factors. He had become honestly fond of the naive young blonde and was under no illusion about Shawna and Chris-they were in all likelihood planning to set her up for something, and he felt the urge to protect her. Second, he liked his sex, and any orgy involving Mike, Shawna, and Toni would be well laced with it.
As an added bonus, he might be presented with an excuse to punch Rory Davon in the nose. He had come to know Toni well, and realized she wasn't a hot-pants tramp. Although she kept her troubles to herself, the fact that she was coming to his apartment and was so grateful that he would screw her meant that her husband was, one way or another, a prick who needed a good swift kick in the ass.
A date convenient to all was found.
Chris Gael imported a very competent photographer who could handle one of the big Arriflexes behind the two-way mirrors and keep his mouth shut.