Chapter 9
Fat John pulled the bus into Harold's driveway just at the crack of dawn. The huge mansion was dark, with only the small porch light providing any illumination.
"Well, here we are," Fat John breathed.
"Why here?" Jennie asked. "Why Harold's?"
"It's the only place, Jennie," Fat John said as he slid out from behind the wheel. "Nowhere else to take you., , "But I thought you and me were going to travel together -- you know, see the country?"
Fat John held the door open for Jennie and refused to look directly at her. "Listen honey, I've got some things to take care of first. I'll be back when my work's finished."
Jennie shook her head as she climbed out of the bus. "I just don't understand."
Fat John watched the beautiful little body adjust it-self next to the bus. The large, rounded breasts, the smooth, long legs. He grinned. "Baby, with a body like you got, you don't have to understand nothing!"
Jennie nodded and followed him into the house. He had a key to the front door and let them both inside. Jennie followed him through the large living room and into the hallway. "This is just a little favor I'm doing for Harold," Fat John whispered.
"I didn't know you knew him," Jennie said.
"I know everybody in this town, Jennie. Everybody." He led her to the last door at the end of the hallway and turned to her before opening it.
"Take off that robe, Jennie," Fat John said more as an order than anything else.
"Oh no!" Jennie complained. "Not again!"
Fat John chuckled in the darkness. "With you, babe, every time is 'again'! Now get that robe down!"
Jennie untied the terry cloth garment and slid it from her shoulders, allowing it to drop at her feet. She stopped naked, over the material and closer to Fat John.
"Please, Fat John," she begged as she pushed her breasts out and rubbed the tips of her nipples against his chest, "please take me with you. I'll make it worth-while."
Fat John touched her finely sculptured nipple, feeling the tip rise between his pressing fingers, and grinned. "I don't doubt that, Jennie. But now is not the time."
"But why do I have to go back to Harold?"
"Because, baby, I owe Harold for a few things. He wants you back, and I told him I'd get you back. It's as simple as that!"
Jennie suddenly experienced an overwhelming sense of her own nudity, as if for the first time she was ashamed to be standing naked. She backed away from Fat John and leaned down to pick up the robe. But Fat John was too quick, he kicked the garment out of reach.
"Now none of that. You just stay nice and naked and go in there and make Harold glad he's a man. You dig my meaning?"
Jennie nodded. She felt powerless. "I guess I don't have any choice?"
Fat John shook his head slowly back and forth. "Not now, you don't. Maybe someday."
Fat John leaned over to her, kissed her lightly on the cheek then stepped back as he opened the door to the candlelit room. "In you go," he said cheerfully.
Jennie stepped across the threshold, and immediately the door was closed behind her. She was alone, or at least felt alone as she listened to Fat John's retreating footsteps.
"For once Fat John comes through!" The deep voice came from the direction of the bed. In the soft light of the candles, Jennie squinted, but could see only the vague outline of a mark, sitting up in bed.
"Don't be afraid. You remember me, don't you? I'm the man who made you a star!" Harold's voice was husky and filled with a growing passion.
"You're Harold, huh?" Jennie asked timidly.
"Of course I am! And you're little Jennie! The most beautiful creature ever to grace my house. Come over here!"
Jennie walked across the room towards the bed. She stopped at the foot and now saw clearly the nude prone figure of Harold. Harold held his penis in his hand, rubbing that organ slowly and evenly. He had a huge hard-on.
"You can't imagine what I've been going through since Fat John told me he'd bring you back here. It's been hell."
Jennie smiled. She realized that no matter what went down with Harold, it would be nothing compared to the nightmare she had endured with the Captain and his wife. Besides, the expensively decorated bedroom was very appealing.
"Come over here, Jennie," Harold advised, pulling back the sheets on the other end of the bed.
Jennie climbed into the silken coolness and immediately felt Harold's hand all over her body.
"My God," Harold mumbled, "those breasts! And those thighs and your cunt I've dreamed about you since you ran away! Not one night passing without thinking about you!"
Jennie lay on her back and allowed him to play with her body. His mouth was on hers, his tongue driving deep. Then licking the nape of her neck, down across the collarbone and to the first rise of her breast. He traced the curving lines of her chest in small circles until he rode the sensitive area around her nipple. Slowly, agonizingly, he moved in closer to the center until his tongue was darting in and out like a crazed snake at her erect bud.
"Oooo . . . Harold!" Jennie moaned as the older man clenched her nipple between his teeth gnawed at the aching bud. "Harder . . . please do it harder!"
Jennie reached down and stroked his firm belly, moving her trembling fingers downwards until she found herself engulfed in the thick patch of his pubic hair. She toyed with the wiry hairs, then slid her hand to the base of his stem. He was hard as a rock, and his penis throbbed mightily as she moved her finger very slowly up the length.
"Make me feel it!" Harold moaned as Jennie grasped his cock and began stroking him.
His mouth was moving downwards on her body, across her heaving belly, and over the rounded mound of flesh before her blonde triangle. Jennie gasped loudly as Harold spread her legs and put one hand beneath her buttocks. He lifted her powerfully off the bed, serving up her juicy cunt as his main entree.
"I'm going to eat you like you've never been eaten!" His voice was trembling and his words came out in a slur. Jennie held his penis tightly as she felt his hungry mouth dive into the wetness of her cunt.
"Oh God! Please . . . " she begged as she felt his snakelike tongue dart between her swollen labia and enter her channel. He seemed to go further inside her than any man ever had before. His tongue was like a soft, controlled extension of his cock -- the perfect erotic tool.
"Eat me . . . lick me . . . suck me!" Jennie was undulating into Harold's face now, spreading herself wide and thrusting her hips in small passionate circles. She wanted him to become one with her sex for his mouth to penetrate her all the way.
Harold moaned ,and groaned as he stabbed and licked at the girl's sweet and tight cunt. He worked his tongue hard between the firm labia, feeling the tight little channel and the ridges along the tube. Jennie had the sweetest, most perfectly formed cunt he had ever seen. Eating her was like dining on the perfect dish.
"Harold . . . Harold . . . ! " Jennie was half out of her mind with joy. Harold's tongue had not ceased and the rhythms remained constant and perfect. Jennie pulled at the man's erection, bending herself towards his groin her mouth open and ready, her lips wet and thick with passion. "Blow you . . . suck you . . . " she cried out loud until Harold finally turned himself around and offered his prize meat to her hungry mouth.
And Jennie ate with relish. She rubbed his mushroomed tip against her cheek, then moved the throbbing rod in small circles around her swollen mouth. Her tongue flicked out and penetrated the small hole, then eased back and encircled the massive head.
She could hear Harold groan as she licked the sides of his throbbing meat, lavishing all of her warm tongue on his heated cock. She moved her mouth down to the base, licked at his balls, then sucked one ball then the other inside. She held his scrotum firmly between her soft lips, finally releasing it to take his throbbing man-hood.
As Harold's penis disappeared down Jennie's throat, the young girl felt herself flying to the roof of the world. The electric current of her orgasms came suddenly. They shot through her body with machine gun-like rapidity, turning her flesh into one massive organ of exploding nerve endings.
"Mmmmm . . . mmmmm!" Her voice was muffled as she cried out in ecstasy. Harold's penis was deep inside her throat, and when he came, the spurt of his juices almost choked her. But Jennie held on and accepted it all, swallowing hard and firmly to take all of the hot semen.
"I've never had it like that," Jennie said as she lay in the crook of Harold's arm afterwards. "It was beautiful!"
"What do you mean, you've never had it like that?"
"I mean, that good." Jennie reached beneath the sheets and stroked Harold's flaccid penis. "It was better than this," she said softly.
"Yeah, most women say that."
"It's true. Really true." Jennie said.
"Uh-huh." Harold was half asleep as Jennie lay talking about the ins and outs of her sexual experiences. She fell asleep herself in the middle of a vivid description of what it was like to perform fellatio.
Harold had arranged for the cameraman to be at the house by nine o'clock the next morning. He didn't want to waste any time in getting some good footage of Jennie. He knew that she was liable to take off at any moment, and if he was to secure the kind of financing he felt possible for his next feature, he would have to use Jennie.
The bathroom had been chosen as the best spot for the test. Harold had taken the lavish room, with its sunken tub and black marbled walls, and virtually turned it into a movie set. He had lights surrounding the tub, and only he and the cameraman would be in on the shooting.
Jennie awoke listening to the cameraman, a longhaired young man with a wry grin, and Harold discussing the various angles of the shot. She sat up in bed, the sheets falling across her lovely breasts, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"What's happening?" she asked.
Harold bounded from the bathroom, smiling broadly. "We're going to do a test shooting, Jennie."
"Now?" Jennie exclaimed.
"Yeah now. No make-up, no preparation. Just natural and simple. It's going to blow a few minds!"
Jennie was confused, but she knew better than to ask questions. "Okay, what do you want me to do?"
"Just go through the morning routine, Jennie. Elliot here," Harold continued, pointing to the young camera-man who nodded pleasantly, "will film everything."
"Oh."
Harold walked over to the young beauty in the bed and leaned down. He whispered into her ear. "I want you to get up, go into the bathroom, brush your teeth, take a shower, then masturbate. But do it like you normally would do it."
Jennie nodded. "Okay, that sounds all right," she said.
Harold moved back to the corner of the room where Elliot was on his knees using a hand-held sixteen millimeter. "Okay Jennie, anytime."
Jennie pulled the sheets up around her throat, covering her lush young breasts. She yawned once, then dropped the sheets again to her waist. She brushed her hair back from her face, rubbed her eyes, and pulled back the sheets.
Harold watched her closely, knowing that the natural glimpse of 'her young naked body would be enough. He smiled as she climbed out of the bed and walked towards the camera. Her young breasts, her flawless body, her perfectly formed bush were something to behold. His mind was racing with figures -- a million bucks for a film starring this lovely young girl. A million, five!
Jennie walked into the bathroom, with Elliot following her with the camera. The overhead light inside illuminated her body with a golden sheen. Jennie leaned over the sink, and Elliot got a beautiful shot of her firm buttocks and the perfect crack between them.
"Okay, into the shower," Harold directed after Jennie had finished brushing her teeth.
She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. She climbed into the huge tub and stood beneath the cascading water. Her golden hair was hanging in ringlets across her shoulders, her breasts gleaming as the water tumbled delicately across her nipples. Wet, Jennie was the most beautiful girl Harold had ever photographed.
"Use the soap, Jennie, use the soap!"
Jennie picked up the slippery bar and began soaping herself. Her hands moved gently across her breasts, lifting each one separately and soaping the underside. Then she lathered her belly and her buttocks. When she soaped her legs, she turned towards the camera and lifted each leg and soaped up and around her thighs. The shot up there between those firm, golden thighs would knock out any moneyman in the business. Harold grinned.
But it was when Jennie began using the bar of soap against her pink, shining slit that Harold knew he had it made. The girl was young and clean, looking for the world like any typical golden girl from the beaches of Southern California. And as she rubbed the soap against herself, pushing the bar between her swollen firm labia, she became the erotic fantasy of every man with any amount of red blood flowing in his veins.
Harold had seen it all. He had seen the women with the animals, the older women seducing the young boys, the beautiful women making it with each other. It had jaded him, created in dim a sense of total acceptance and the inability to be shocked or stimulated by watching erotica. This young blonde girl who now stood in his shower was changing all that.
As Jennie rubbed the soap more vigorously against her clitoris, Harold found himself unable to remain cool. His hard-on throbbed madly against the crotch of his pants. His heart skipped beats and small beads of perspiration were breaking out across his forehead.
"My God," Harold muttered as Jennie gripped the soap tightly between her naked thighs and undulated provocatively.
"No shit!" Elliot moaned, holding the camera as steady as was possible under those conditions. "Incredible!" Harold groaned.
Jennie was jacking herself off against the bar of soap. Her legs were spread, and she held the bar against her cunt. Her hips moved in and out with an agonizingly slow rhythm. Her face was flushed, and her swollen lips seemed to pulsate. Her eyelids fluttered and her nostrils flared.
She came with an excruciating groan of pleasure, increasing the tempo of her hip movements until she was virtually attacking the bar of soap.
Harold rubbed himself vigorously, and felt his cock give way and fill his pants with his own sticky come.
And even Elliot, who had filmed thousands of feet of sex, was sweating and panting.
Finally, Jennie reached her climax, dropped the bar of soap into the tub and sat down slowly onto the edge. "Wow!" she exclaimed.
"Wow is right, baby!" Harold shouted. "That was fantastic! Incredible! The best self-fuck in the history of film!! ! "
Jennie smiled. "It felt pretty good all right. I mean, maybe being in the Captain's house all that time changed me or something. I dunno . . . "
"It don't matter, sweetie," Harold laughed. "Whatever it is, you've got it! And we've got a million bucks! Easy!"
Jennie looked at the two men and smiled. Maybe it was better that Fat John had left after all. "A million dollars?" she asked.
"That's right!" Harold replied. "A million dollars."
Jennie grinned again. She touched her puckered vagina and rubbed herself gently. It wasn't such a bad life after all.
Harold called him "Mr. Big." He lived in a secluded mansion in the wealthy district of San Marino -- one of those homes built in the early decades of this century. According to Harold, Mr. Big had money growing out of his ears, family money that had been brought to this country from Europe.
But with all of his success, Mr. Big had a problem. He just didn't look the type to be wealthy. Short, thin and bald, Mr. Big had had problems scoring even during his wild jet-setting trips around the world. The young foxes .on the circuit just weren't willing to open up for the homely little man. And Mr. Big was going stir crazy trying to get a little ass -- something which even the poorest day laborer secured. So, Mr. Big began financing hard-core films, a business which netted him a handsome profit along with allowing him to meet some eligible young girls. It had worked out nicely, for Mr. Big was happy and satisfied, and a lot of filmmakers were making a hell of a lot of money.
"This is it, honey," Harold said proudly as he pulled his pink El Dorado into the huge circular driveway.
"Gee, it looks like a castle!" Jennie exclaimed as she peered out at the huge mansion.
"It is a castle," Harold replied. "This is the home of one of the richest men in the world."
Jennie tugged at her short, clinging dress and adjusted her panties beneath as she climbed out of the Cadillac. Harold had stopped at a very fashionable boutique in Beverly Hills prior to driving the twenty miles into San Marino. He wanted his little darling as presentable and cute as possible. He knew Mr. Big would flip over her.
The butler greeted them at the huge, iron doors and stepped aside. "He's expecting you, in the library."
Harold and Jennie followed the butler through the foyer and down a long hallway. They came to twin oak doors, and the butler opened them.
"Welcome, Harold!"
The voice was small and had a nervous tinge to it. It was the kind of voice one might have expected from a browbeaten accountant.
"Mr. Big!" Harold replied. "It's good to see you!"
Harold pulled Jennie across the thick carpeting and towards the huge chair in the corner. A small, bald man arose from the chair and smiled at them both. Jennie thought maybe the man was the tiniest she had ever seen.
"Mr. Big," Harold began after shaking hands with the little man, "I'd like you to meet Jennie. My star!"
Mr. Big extended his hand and took Jennie's. His small, watery blue eyes traveled the length of her body. He seemed to like what he saw. "Miss Jennie, it's a pleasure."
"It's nice to meet you, too Mr. Big," Jennie offered.
Harold gave the can of film with the shower scene to Mr. Big. "You got to take a look at this scene, Mr. Big. It's the greatest I've ever done!"
Mr. Big took the film, then yelled for his butler. "Tiny, please put this on the projector. We'll view it in ten minutes."
The huge butler took the can, nodded, then walked out of the room.
"I hope it's as good as you say it is, Harold," Mr. Big began as he poured each a glass of Chablis.
"Just look at her. Look at that face, those lines. How can you doubt me?"
Mr. Big handed the glass of wine to Jennie. He stood a full five inches shorter, and looked up into her face. "She is a beautiful child, Harold. But can she act?"
"A natural, Mr. Big. A natural for that project I've been discussing with you."
Mr. Big nodded. "Yes, well, we shall see. It does depend, you know."
Jennie stood very still as the small man placed his hand directly on her breast. She felt her nipple rise to his touch, felt the bud push through the thin fabric of her dress. "Oh, Mr. Big!" Jennie gulped.
"You are definitely a very nice little girl," Mr. Big commented as he tweaked her nipple and evoked a small cry of passion from the beautiful teenager. "Definitely a very nice little girl!"
Mr. Big sat next to Jennie as the film which had been shot the day before was projected onto the large screen of the plush little theater. The little man was breathing hard as he watched Jennie leave her bed and pad naked across the room and into the bathroom. As the beautiful young girl began soaping herself, Mr. Big lost all control. He slid his hand across Jennie's knee and began moving it up her thigh.
"Oh, Mr. Big!" Jennie giggled as the man reached the edge of her panties and pushed his forefinger up inside the elastic.
"You are very beautiful!" Mr. Big panted. He was feeling Jennie's soft flesh -- that area beneath her pubis and to the side of her track.
Jennie shifted anxiously in her seat, and glanced over to where Harold sat. The big man was smoking a cigar and watching the movie.
"Touch me, Jennie," Mr. Big whispered as he struggled to pull the girl's panties down.
Jennie reached over and rested her hand in his lap. She could feel his muscle squirming inside his trousers. "Oh . . . Mr. Big!" Jennie whispered as she unzipped him and reached inside. "You are big!" she cried out iii a small voice which betrayed her shock.
"Most little men are," Mr. Big responded proudly. He was breathless as he leaned down and pulled Jennie's panties off her feet. He held the silken garment up. "My God . . . so delicate!" He stuffed the pink panties into his coat pocket and moved his hand back up beneath her dress.
This time, Jennie squirmed forward on her seat and spread her thighs. His hand moved up between them, and he tickled her little erect clit with his forefinger.
"Oh!" Jennie moaned as he slid his finger between her labia and entered her. Her tight, succulent canal was wet and hot. Jennie clasped her thighs around his hand, holding him tightly inside.
"A fantastic cunt!" Mr. Big exclaimed as he moved his finger in and out of her vagina, while at the same time watching Jennie masturbate with the bar of soap on the screen. "This is wonderful . . . being able to watch what I'm into!"
Jennie giggled as she pulled Mr. Big out of his pants and stroked him. He was huge, his cock seemingly half the size of his entire body. Jennie held the rigid piece of meat and stared at it in amazement. "God!" she whispered as she slid her hand up the length and toyed with the gigantic tip. "It's huge!"
Mr. Big chuckled. "I lucked out in one place, at least," he said.
"I'd say so," Jennie replied. "I don't think it would even fit into my mouth!"
Mr. Big turned his attention away from the screen and looked at the young blonde next to him. Jennie was staring wide-eyed at his prick, stroking her swollen and pulsating lips with her tongue. She looked like a little teenybopper who was hungrily eyeing a banana split.
"Why don't you try it?" Mr. Big suggested.
"Huh?"
"Inside your mouth . . . "
"Oh, yeah." Jennie nodded, then smiled. She leaned down onto his lap and kissed the huge mushroomed tip. She flicked her tongue around in small circles, then pried at the hole.
Mr. Big watched the beautiful girl at his lap and smiled. His hand was still firmly planted between Jennie's legs, and he could feel her tight, smooth vagina pulsate.
"Mmmmmm," Jennie moaned as she kissed the sides of his shank, then licked him up and down his length. There was so much of him that Jennie was truthfully afraid she would not be able to take him inside her mouth.
But Mr. Big did not care. He was moving his hips up and down on the seat, pushing his prick out then withdrawing it. Jennie held him firmly, riding with his motions.
"C'mon, Jennie, put it inside your mouth!"
Jennie moved herself to the top, then parted her lips. She felt the huge bulk slide into her mouth and felt her jaws straining at the need to open wider. "Ummmm," she moaned as she held almost all of him inside her throat.
"Good girl, good girl!" Mr. Big repeated over and over as he began pumping himself into her throat. "Nice! nice!"
The film ended, and Harold began applauding. For a brief moment, he felt the chill of rejection invade his body. The silence from the rear of the small theater was bad. But when he turned around, Harold knew that it was all right.
Mr. Big sat with a wide grin plastered on his face. Jennie's beautiful head was moving evenly up and down his penis.
Mr. Big cried out, then groaned in pleasurable agony. Jennie held firm as she took the man's semen and swallowed it. When Mr. Big's groans finally died down, Harold began applauding.
"Fantastic!" Mr. Big grinned as Jennie sat up next to him, wiping her mouth. "The child is incredible!"
"Didn't I tell you?" Harold's voice was excited and high-pitched.
Mr. Big nodded. He rose to his feet, forgetting that his penis was still hanging out of his trousers.
"Harold, we're going to make an epic! A million-dollar epic!"
Harold applauded again, wondering at the same time whether or not he should tell Mr. Big about his hanging appendage.
Jennie, meanwhile, was looking for her panties, feeling very naked without them. She decided finally that she wouldn't need them after all. She rose and stood next to Mr. Big, her short little dress climbing high on her thighs and revealing the beginning shadows of her much valued pubis.
Mr. Big put his arm around her and held her tightly against him. Jennie giggled, then reached down and grasped his flaccid penis. The two standing there like that was a strange picture of erotica, and Harold began laughing.
"You two make a beautiful couple!" he chortled.
Mr. Big nodded, moving his hand behind Jennie and raising her dress above her splendid buttocks. "She is the most beautiful girl in the world!" he said.
Jennie felt his cock growing in her hand, and began sliding her hand back and forth along the length. Soon the huge prick was standing right out from Mr. Big's belly. "And he is the most beautiful man in the world!" Jennie said, looking directly at the erect penis which she held in her hand.
Harold had never seen Mr. Big so incredibly taken with one of his finds. He watched the strange couple as they stood by themselves in the rear of the small theater and fondled each other lovingly. Harold began to wonder.
"Mr. Big, what about the movie?" he asked.
"I told you, Harold, an epic!" Mr. Big was dropping to his knees as he lifted Jennie onto the seat in front of him. The girl willingly spread her knees, and Mr. Big lifted her skirt up to her waist.
"We can do a remake of Cleopatra, Mr. Big!" Harold shouted, trying to make his words heard above the moaning.
"Mmmmmm . . . mmm . . . " Mr. Big replied, his face now buried deep between the sixteen-year-old thighs, his tongue lashing out powerfully into the sweet and moist canal.
"A million bucks, Mr. Big . . . and we'll shoot everything on location! It'll be the greatest fuck film of all time! The laws of sex!"
Still Mr. Big stayed on his knees. And now Jennie was writhing on the edge of her seat, her head tossed back and her long blonde hair waving from side to side. She pushed her belly out, and opened herself as wide as possible for the great tongue work of Mr. Big.
"I shall do the screenplay, Mr. Big," Harold continued, now talking more to himself than to anyone else. "I shall write the screenplay and direct the film. I haven't touched film -- I mean, a real film -- in years. It'll be my comeback!"
Mr. Big now had his tongue wrapped around Jennie's young clitoris. He was driving her out of her mind, flicking at the bud and drawing it out of its fleshy womb. Jennie was moaning loudly and gasping for breath.
"And we'll get Johnny Stud for the part of Antony! Johnny Stud, Mr. Big! All twelve inches! It'll bring the women into the theater!"
Suddenly Mr. Big was popping out from between Jennie's thighs. The girl moaned in disappointment.
"What did you say?" Mr. Big asked angrily, his mouth dripping with the juices of his love.
"I said I'll direct and write the screenplay, Mr. Big," Harold replied, his voice becoming meekly soft.
"No, you fool, after that! About stud?"
"Oh! Johnny Stud! He's twelve inches! We'll get him to play opposite Jennie!"
The little man seemed to grow another two feet. He slammed his fist down against the back of the chair. "Like hell you'll get any stud making it with my little Jennie!"
"But, Mr. Big! The film! We need studs in the movie if we're going to make it work!"
"Bullshit!" Mr. Big replied.
"Mr. Big," Harold persisted, trying valiantly to save what appeared to be the end of his dream, "there's got to be action in these things!"
"Not with my Jennie!" Mr. Big's face was red with fury, and beads of perspiration formed on his bald pate.
Harold finally threw up his hands. "Okay, Mr. Big, we'll do a film with just Jennie. Maybe Jennie and another girl, huh?"
Mr. Big turned to his teenage jewel and stroked the girl's blonde hair. Suddenly Mr. Big looked like a teenager himself, making eyes at the pretty girl at the prom. "No, Harold," Mr. Big began in a serious voice, "Jennie here is finished with that life. I'm going to marry Jennie, Harold, and make her the wealthiest woman in the world. Or, at least the wealthiest teenager. No more films."
"But Mr. Big," Harold began plaintively, stopping suddenly in mid-sentence. "Oh shit!" he added.
"There will be no profanity in the presence of my bride-to-be, Harold. This," Mr. Big continued as he slid his hand up between Jennie's thighs, "is a princess!"