Chapter 8
Tom walked proudly between the two women. The night was warm and the San Fernando Valley people were walking the streets on Ventura Boulevard, window shopping and enjoying the summer. Lorraine and Janis held Tom's arms and felt secure as the strong man led them down the sidewalk.
"It's like finding our own child again," Tom had said the night he had met Lorraine at the center.
Lorraine had agreed. She had told Tom how miserable she had been after leaving him for the underwear salesman. "My life became a big fat nothing," she had complained. "The only time my husband gets it up is when he's sniffing around underwear."
Tom had laughed, partly out of happiness and partly out of a sense of retribution. It was good that his wife had left him and found herself so miserable. It redeemed all those lousy nights that Tom had spent in Baker wondering who she had been blowing.
Their decision to join ranks again had come almost immediately. Tom felt it strongly, especially after the blow job which Lorraine had performed at the center prior to the discovery that the man she had been fellating was actually her former husband. But Tom had not known a mouth like that since Lorraine, and this time around, he was determined not to lose it.
Janis had entered the couple's lives after her fight with Dick. No one knew what the argument was about, but there was no doubt that it was a bad one. Janis had run across the institute's lawn, crying like a baby. She had wound up on top of Tom and Lorraine, who at that moment had been locked in love's embrace.
The three of them naturally joined together after that moment, Lorraine taking to little Janis with a distinctly maternal feeling. Especially after little Janis had succeeded in bringing the older woman to numerous orgasms through the use of her tongue and lips -- an event which Tom had watched happily and homily.
Now they were a family, much like the other families walking along on this warm night in suburbia.
"How about a movie?" Tom suggested as they passed a theater showing a winner named Hot Lips.
Lorraine giggled. "Oh Tom!"
Janis smiled. "Gee, I've never seen one before. Let's go!"
The cashier, a young, hardened-looking blonde who obviously catered to the customers after showtime, glanced at the seemingly straight family buying tickets. "This isn't Bambi, ya know!" she snapped as she handed the tickets to Tom.
"And you ain't Snow White, honey!" Tom snapped right back.
The cashier slammed the window shut and glared at Tom through the glass. The three laughed all the way into the lobby.
The huge old theater was almost empty. A couple of men sat spaced apart throughout the theater, slumped down in their chairs watching the girl on the screen as she took a huge, erect penis into her mouth. Tom led his two girls to the back row and sat down between them.
"Damn, he's huge!" Janis whispered in shock.
"Trick photography," Tom chuckled.
The smell of semen was everywhere, and occasionally one of the lone men in the theater would groan, jerk about in his seat, then slump down.
"Are those guys really doing it?" Lorraine asked.
"Doing what?"
"You know . . . to themselves?"
"Jacking off? Sure. Why do you think they come in here?"
Lorraine's eyes were opened widely as she stared from the screen back to the shadowy figures in the theater. Tom looked at her, at her youngish face, her black hair, her green eyes and her large, sensuous mouth. He put his hand on her full breast and squeezed.
"I'm glad I found you again," he whispered.
Lorraine smiled. "So am I. Life is funny, isn't it?"
Tom nodded. But he wasn't in the mood for conversation. Instead, he was slowly unbuttoning Lorraine's blouse. The garment fell apart and the two cones of her white brassiere seemed to pop out.
"You still look good," Tom said as he reached behind her and unsnapped the bra. He whistled as he pulled the material from her large breasts. "God, are you good!"
Tom leaned across and began sucking on Lorraine's nipples, taking the erect tips between his teeth and grinding them slowly.
"Please . . . Tom!" Lorraine tried to protest, sinking slowly down in her seat. Tom was all over her now, his hand up her dress and his fingers working at the elastic around her panties. He pulled the panties off and dropped them on the floor.
"Oh, Tom . . . not here!"
The film was going hard, and Lorraine half-watched the young girl on the screen as a huge stud rammed his cock up her ass. The reality of what was happening to her was much more intense than any film could have been.
Janis watched the film, then watched Tom and Lorraine. She was horny, the crotch of her tight-fitting jeans soaking wet. Her large breasts were aching against the fabric of her tee shirt. She began squirming in her seat.
Then she saw him. An older man with a stubble for a beard wearing ill-fitting clothes, walking slowly down the aisle looking for a seat. He was a sad figure of a man, and Janis' heart went out to him.
Without saying a, word to Tom and Lorraine, Janis left her seat and followed the old man. He had taken a seat in the front row -- apparently he was slightly near-sighted.
Janis plopped down in the seat next to him.
"Hi!" she said brightly.
The old man turned and faced her, his eyes squinting with disbelief.
"I'm Janis."
"Uh-huh," the old man replied, nodding at the beautiful young girl who had so suddenly popped out of nowhere.
"You come here often?" Janis asked.
"Yeah," the man replied sarcastically, "I always got me five bucks so I can come in here and beat myself off!"
"Oh, you're broke, huh?"
"That's right honey. So you might as well go."
Janis smiled at the man, then moved her hand to his thigh.
"I told you, honey, I ain't got a dime."
"That's okay. I just like you, that's all."
The old man felt his breath giving way as the shock of the moment began setting in. Never in his twenty years of transient life had anything like this ever happened to him. Flop houses, skid rows, aging hookers, ass rollers -- he had seen it all and never had anything been given to him without a price tag. Even the meals at the Missions called for at least a pretense towards prayer on his part. And that, coming' off a bad drunk with starvation creeping around the corner, was a hell of a price to pay for a square meal.
Janis was feeling him up now, her hand cupping his prick. She felt the flesh harden slowly, "You tired or something?" she asked.
"Nope. I just can't believe what's happening."
"I believe in love. Don't you?" Janis asked, feeling the cock grow even more erect.
"Used to, honey. But that was before my wife left me and took everything I had."
"Oh, that's too bad!"
Janis pulled down the man's zipper, reached inside his old and frayed pants, and felt his warm cock. She held the stem and began rubbing it slowly. Pulling it out, she looked down at it and smiled. "Well, you still got yourself some kind of weapon," she said.
"Thanks, babe."
"You're welcome," Janis replied. Then she leaned down and kissed the tip. She ran her tongue slowly around the circumference of the head, then stabbed lightly at his hole.
"Mother-fucker, I can't believe this shit!" the man whispered, passion now evident in his voice.
"Mmmmm . . . " Janis groaned by way of reply. She opened her sensuous mouth and guided her rich, full lips around his penis. He was now completely hard. Janis began bobbing up and down on his shaft, sucking his hard, erect flesh deep into her throat, flicking at the warm skin with her tongue.
"Baby!" the old man bellowed suddenly.
And Janis held on as he flinched, then shook, then erupted into a violent, pulsating orgasm. She cleaned him off, then helped him adjust his clothing.
"Goddamn!" he muttered.
"Did you like that?" Janis asked.
"Fuck, honey. I've never had anything like it!"
Janis leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I'm glad I could bring a moment of happiness into an otherwise sordid existence."
The old man stared at her with disbelieving eyes. "Honey," he began slowly, "you did a hell of a lot more than that!"
"I know," Janis said. She stood up smiled down at him and walked away.
Tom and Lorraine were sitting in the last row. They looked like any other couple sitting in a neighborhood theater watching the show.
"You guys have fun?" Janis asked as she took her seat next to Tom.
"I'll say!" Lorraine breathed.
"Where were you?" Tom asked.
"Oh, I just gave some old geezer a blow job."
"What!? ! "
Janis smiled up at the screen where two young girls were involved in a very expressive act of mutual cunnilingus. "I said I gave some old guy a blow job."
"Why did you do that?" Tom asked incredulously.
"I guess I just felt like it."
Tom shook his head. "Man, what's this world coming to, anyway?"
No one answered him because everyone suddenly realized who they were watching on the screen. Even Janis recognized her from the photograph.
"Isn't that Jennie?" Janis asked simply.
"Yes," Tom replied, still thinking about the old man and the blow job. "It surely is."
Lorraine screamed. "My God!! ! That's my little girl!! ! "
Jennie was in the middle of receiving a great number of very large pricks into her various orifices. Two in her mouth, one in her vagina, another in her anus. There was even a guy running around in circles trying to plant his harvest in her ear.
Tom was on his feet, shaking a fist towards the screen. "I'll kill the mother-fuckers! I'll kill them for doing that to my Jennie!! ! "
A couple of the older dudes in front of Tom turned around and told him to keep it down. But Tom was livid, Lorraine was hysterical, and Janis was fascinated by the amount of cock this beautiful young teenager was receiving.
"Who made this movie?" Tom shouted at the top of his lungs. "Who fucking made this movie?"
The manager stood at the end of the aisle. A burly guy with a completely shaven head, he looked like something out of a Rumanian circus. "Hey, buddy!" he shouted at Tom.
Tom looked at the guy and snarled. "That's my daughter on the screen. I wanna know who made this movie!"
"Listen buddy, just keep it down. I'll get you a publicity sheet, okay?"
Tom followed the Rumanian into the lobby where the huge guy presented him with a one-sheet advertising Hot Lips. The production company was listed as Sunshine Films, Inc. of Hollywood.
"Where are they? Where are these bastards?"
"Fuck if I know, mister."
"Listen, I got to find them!"
The bald manager was getting a little perturbed at this disturbance. "I ain't got time for this shit, Mac. I'm tellin' ya, I don't know who the fuck these people are and where they come from. Now I suggest that you and your screaming friends get the hell out of here!"
Tom stomped back into the theater, where his daughter, now bigger than life, accepted a couple of gallons of semen on her beautiful young body. "Oh my God!" Lorraine was screaming as she watched the scene between clasped fingers. "Oh my God!"
Tom took Lorraine and moved her to her feet. He literally carried her from the theater. Janis followed close behind.
The bald manager watched them exit, shaking his head and shrugging ills shoulders. The cashier glared at the family as they moved out onto the sidewalk.
The crowds were still milling along the sidewalk, most of the couples turning and staring at the hysterical woman.
"C'mon Lorraine, stop crying!" Tom cursed, now angry with her for the scene she was causing. "We'll find our little girl, don't worry!"
Janis stood with them, still thinking about the massive cocks that Jennie had been playing with. She wondered if maybe when they found her if the girl couldn't get her into the films. The idea excited her.
The three people walked down the street towards the ice cream parlor which was decorated in a turn-of-the-century motif. Lorraine was now calm enough to go inside.
Tom ordered chocolate sundaes all around. The waitress, a young college girl with freckles, took their order and smiled down at the typical family enjoying an ice cream on a warm night.
"First thing tomorrow morning," Tom began after they had all devoured the gooey sundaes, "we'll start looking for that production company."
"Oh, Tom. Those freaks!" Lorraine said, her voice cracking as the hysteria began setting in again.
"Don't cry, Lorraine. We'll find 'em. And when we do, we'll find our little Jennie."
"That was some movie!" Janis blurted suddenly.
Tom glared at her. "Please, Janis!"
"No I mean it. All those penises . . . " She had spoken the word loud enough so that the girl with the freckles had heard it. She dropped a banana split onto the floor and turned beet red as she knelt dawn to clean up the mess.
Lorraine started to cry again. Tom reached out and smoothed down her mussed hair.
"Don't touch me, you animal!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.
Another banana split fell to the floor. Tom led his two ladies from the ice cream parlor as quickly as he could.