Chapter 7
"Well, I'll be goddamned! Look at the little bitch! Here she is, all naked and fucked out!"
Carlyle Henderson, who with Valerie had watched most of Guido's wild, animalistic fuck with the young magazine photographer through the half-open door, barged unsteadily in just at that moment, and glared apoplectically down at the startled young girl as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Fucking the bodyguard!" he roared in an outraged tone of voice as Jennifer scrambled hastily off the far side of the bed, covering her naked body with the sweat-soaked sheet she had just been fucked out of her mind on.
"She's been fucking Carlyle's goddamn stupid bodyguard!" Carlyle shouted again with feigned incredulity. "Would you believe that, Valerie?" he asked the willowy, silken-haired woman who had entered to stand beside him. "Would you believe a well-brought-up girl Carlyle invited here as an honor to photograph him for posterity would sneak out of her room in the middle of the night to fuck some hairy sonuvabitch of a bodyguard? Guido, you ought to be ashamed of yourself!" he admonished his side-kick.
"Uuh, well, the, the lady...." Guido stammered embarrassedly. "She ... uh, begged me to fuck her, so ... I uh...."
"So you fucked her," Carlyle finished for him.
"Yeah, I fuck her good, boss," Guido boasted, with his mocking grin glinting in the moonlight.
"I'll bet you did," Carlyle agreed with a sarcastic sneer. "It smells like a goddamn whorehouse in here. Was she a good fuck, Guido?"
"Oh yeah, boss!" Guido enthused. "The best! She fucks like them Mexican gals in Tiajuana!"
"Good," Carlyle said. "In that case, I'm sure the young lady has other talents too. But Valerie will have to scrub her a bit before I let her touch my cock. Now bring her along," he ordered, turning on his heel and striding imperiously out of the little room.
Prodded by the stupidly smiling guard, Jennifer rose from the bed, slipped on her robe and nightie and followed them out of the door.
As she and Valerie climbed the dark stairs behind the tall man she thought was Larry Henderson, Jennifer was silently blessing Guido for not having given her away. She couldn't be sure, of course, that Larry hadn't overheard what she'd said about Guido driving her to Santa Barbara, but somehow she didn't believe he had. Otherwise, he would certainly have mentioned it.
So there was still a chance that Carlyle's bodyguard would keep his promise and take her away without telling anyone. She was afraid that if she simply announced that she had changed her mind and wished to leave, Carlyle's unscrupulous brother would become suspicious and keep her there against her will. After what she had heard and seen that night, she knew he was capable of anything. God, she might even end up at the bottom of the ocean somewhere with poor Carlyle Henderson.
Jennifer shivered apprehensively as they went up to the second floor to a spacious room that overlooked the terrace in the direction of the ocean. She felt like a captive slave being led to the chamber of her new master. She just hoped that the drunken man whose eyes were now roving greedily over her huge, scantily clad young tits would be satisfied by making ordinary love to her and not force her to take his cock in his mouth as he had threatened earlier. But she knew it was a very slim hope indeed. Her throat muscles contracted, and she fought down an urge to gag as she remembered how taut Carlyle's wife's lips had been stretched around the glistening white trunk of the awful man's heavily throbbing hardness.
"This is Carlyle's bedroom," Carlyle leered knowingly at Jennifer. "But I'm sure he won't mind if we have a little fucky-fucky up-here in his bed. Now, Valerie, you take 109.
Jennifer into the bath and clean her up. Then I think I'll let her give you a lesson in how to suck a guy's balls dry. You won't mind, will you, Jennifer?" he asked the young brunette with false solicitude. "I'm sure you've had a lot of experience."
"I'm awfully tired," Jennifer said feebly, not daring to protest further.
"Of course! We're all tired!" Carlyle exclaimed cheerfully. He went to a cabinet in the corner of the room, produced glasses and his inevitable bottle of Grand Marnier, and poured out three brandy snifters half-full.
This time Jennifer accepted hers gratefully. She was going to need it to get through the night without losing her sanity. She downed the fiery liquid in one gulp and placed the glass on a night table beside the bed. Lying there was a thick, blue-bound folder entitled in gold: "From Eternity On...." She recognized it at once as the script of the greatest film Carlyle Henderson had ever done. As if by accident, she let her fingers brush casually against the folder which the great man himself must have recently held in his hands, hoping that some of his courage would enter her through the contact and give her the strength she so desperately needed to spread her legs for his callous brother.
Carlyle noticed the furtive gesture and remarked derisively, "Perhaps you'll read some of Carlyle's script to us, too, after you've sucked my cock."
"Oh no! I couldn't!" Jennifer blushed furiously and went into the bathroom where Carlyle's wife was already running water into the tub. The blonde-haired older woman looked at her sympathetically and helped her off with her nightie, noting with approval the youthful but shapely curves of her lithe young body.
"I'm terribly sorry about all this," she whispered in her low contralto voice. "It's just that ... Carlyle's brother has had too much to drink tonight I"
Jennifer looked searchingly at the fine, delicately chiseled facial features' of the other woman. She had instinctively liked Valerie when they had met that afternoon and had been constantly embarrassed for her throughout the painful evening that followed because of the crude way the drunken lout in the bedroom had flaunted the fact that he was fucking her, his own brother's wife. He must have some kind of horrible hold on her to make her commit this almost incestuous adultery and act as an unwilling accomplice in his schemes. If only, the young girl thought wistfully, if only she could somehow win Henderson's wife over to her side ... make an ally of her.
Thoughtfully, she stepped into the steaming foam bath and sank gratefully down under the myriad multicolored bubbles floating on the surface of the deliciously soothing water. God! Her body felt like it had been beaten all over by hard sticks, and she was totally exhausted.
She tried to think of a way she could get to know more about Valerie, personally. She had to decide if she could trust the exotic blonde enough to tell her what she had overheard in the study downstairs and explain the real reason she had been in Guido's little room in the basement.
"Here. Let me soap your back," Valerie said, kneeling down beside the tub and beginning to gently rub the voluptuous girl's satiny skin with her right hand. "You must be dead tired," she added feelingly, dipping up water around Jennifer's slender neck and kneading her shoulder muscles with soft deft fingers. She was curious to know what was going on in the young girl's mind just at that moment. Probably she was dreading what she was going to have to do to Carlyle. Poor little thing. Valerie sighed with silent amusement to herself. If she only knew how good a big, hard, virile cock tasted, cumming in your mouth!
"Oh, that feels good!" Jennifer murmured happily as the skillfully kneading fingers drained the fatigue from her shoulder and back muscles. When she turned her head to smile her thanks at the other woman, their faces were only inches apart. The blonde's dark intense eyes glittered at her and Jennifer suddenly felt as if they were magnetically locked together by a mysterious current. A light feathery sensation fluttered deep up through her naked pussy, and she was unable to move when the older woman slowly leaned forward and pressed her warm parted lips against her mouth. Even when she felt the moist pink tip of Valerie's tongue flicking slowly back and forth against her teeth, Jennifer did not draw back. For a long breathless moment, they remained that way, savoring each other's closeness. Then Carlyle bellowed out from the adjoining room.
"What the hell's going on in there anyway?"
The two startled girls broke apart, both blushing furiously. Valerie jumped up and Jennifer began to busily scrub the rest of her body, making a lot of noise with the water so the drunken sadist in the next room wouldn't come to investigate. She couldn't understand what had happened between her and Carlyle's wife. It was only the second time in her life she had been kissed on the mouth by a woman who wasn't related to her.. The first time, when she was fourteen years old, had been the direct cause of her giving up any idea of a professional career as an ice skater.
She shivered in the hot bath as she remembered the gray wintry afternoon eight years earlier when the leading figure skater of the famous Sun Valley Follies had visited the young girl's training class at the ice rink and later sent for Jennifer to compliment her and assure her of a great future on the ice. Of course, all the compliments had only been a prelude to a long kiss which had left the shocked child she was then in stunned tears.
She had run weeping from the dressing room to tell her instructor what had happened, but neither her instructor nor any of her friends to whom she mentioned the incident had seemed the slightest bit surprised or indignant. The skater in question, who was then already thirty-five years old, was a notorious lesbian and the general attitude of all she encountered seemed to be that Jennifer would have done better to accept the famous woman's advances. That same night she had told her mother that she had changed her mind about skating and preferred to become a famous photographer instead.
As she stepped from the relaxing bath and toweled herself dry, Jennifer could still remember the funny little tingle she had felt when the female skater had kissed her. It had been something like the sweet current that had seemed to pass between her and Valerie when their lips met. Was it helped by some kind of reaction to Guido's animal-like fucking of her a short time ago? she wondered. Or a kind of natural sympathy that she could trust? She looked bewilderedly at the silken-haired woman who was watching her with a warm admiring smile, and her pulse quickened. Valerie came toward her with her bathrobe and slipped it over her shoulders, giving her a gentle hug as she did so. Jennifer trembled, feeling a tremendous urge to take the woman in her arms, and grind her naked tits against hers. It didn't make any sense. Nothing made any sense anymore.
"You girls like each other, huh?" Carlyle leered at them from the doorway with exaggerated drunkenness, causing them to spring guiltily apart. "I don't mind," he went on in his deliberately slurred voice. "Why don'tcha hop into bed and put on a little show for old brother Larry?"
Jennifer stared miserably at the drunken man leaning against the door with a glass of Grand Marnier in his hand. His dressing gown had fallen open, revealing his thick, hose-like cock drooping down against the heavily dangling sac of his balls. God! They looked enormous ... and ominously full, as if they could squirt a gallon of cum down her throat She shuddered with loathing at the thought, remembering the hot gooey stickiness of Robert's sperm when it had spattered all over her naked belly and tits. She knew she could never bring herself to swallow the awful stuff. Suddenly, her nerves felt so frazzled she thought they would jump out of her skin if she didn't have another drink right away ... she, who had always abhorred alcohol I
"Could I have another drink, please?" she asked the tall leering man hesitantly.
"Sure thing, baby," Carlyle slurred. "And I'll join ya. How about you, Valerie?"
"No, thank you," the blonde woman replied, adding timidly, "Don't you think you've had enough, Larry?"
"Nah, I can hold it, Md." Carlyle grinned Wearily at them. "Ya know, I was just looking at that script of my lil' ole brother Carlyle's, and I think I could direct as good as him if I put my mind to it. Actually, it's pretty hot stuff," he went on, handing Jennifer another shot of Grand Marnier. "Take that stage direction that starts off where he's parting her hair to kiss her pale forehead. What that really means is he's parting her hairy pussy lips to kiss her hot little cunt."
"It does not!" Jennifer exclaimed vehemently. She was ready to put up with any outrage to her body for Carlyle's sake, but she would not permit his beautiful creative script to be sullied in this filthy manner.
"Oh no?" Carlyle jeered. He had to admit he just loved seeing this crazy little cunt getting all worked up over his films. "What is this girl talking about anyway? Some kind'a goon that wears her hair down over the front of her face so he had to part it to kiss her forehead? I suppose you're gonna tell me she's just wearing long bangs...."
"Oh! You just don't understand!" Jennifer raged, tears of frustration popping into her big blue eyes. She was so furious at the loutish man she could have thrown her drink right in his face, but she gulped it down instead.
"Well, I didn't mean to get you all steamed up, kid," Carlyle said slyly. "Why don't you lie down and let Mrs. Carlyle Henderson get you ready to suck my cock, huh? But first, let's all get naked." He slipped his dressing gown off his hefty shoulders, tossed it carelessly on the floor behind him, then poured himself another shot of Grand Marnier from the bottle he had placed on the night table.
Her only hope, Jennifer thought, was that the horrible man would drink himself into a stupor so that she could slip away before she had to perform the degrading act on his cock with her mouth that he kept talking about. She stared at his heavily muscled body with abject fascination as she saw it naked up close for the first time. God! He was so strong and in such good condition for a man of his age. He certainly didn't look like someone who drank heavily all the time. In spite of herself, her brain registered little details like the fact that his eyebrows and pubic hairs were still black while the tangled hair on his head and chest were graying. And on the head of his cock she saw a circle of vermilion
... poor Valerie's lipstick where she had been forced to suck it.
She turned to the blonde woman and almost gasped in admiration as she saw the firm fullness of her huge ripe tits and the breathtaking curve of her slender waist flowering into shapely hips and long tapering thighs. Valerie had taken off her peignoir and was stretched out naked behind her on the huge bed, watching her with an ambiguous little smile playing about her gleaming lips. Her dark eyes glittered hypnotically again, holding Jennifer's, and she murmured. "Take off your bathrobe and lie down beside me."
With a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach, the young magazine photographer did as she was directed, knowing that the brute behind her would force her to anyway if she hesitated. Just the idea of being naked in bed with another woman and a man sent a giddy rush of blood to her head and she felt her heart begin to thud wildly in her breast. As she lay down beside Valerie, she caught sight of the blonde cunt hairs nestling between the older woman's thighs and felt a tingling flash of lewd desire. She wanted to touch that alluring triangle ... to tangle her fingers in the soft, silky curls. Fearfully, she blocked the unnatural, perverted thought from her mind.
Valerie drew her into a tight embrace so that Jennifer's huge young tits were crushed against the soft resilient flesh of her own even huger ones and breathed in a barely audible whisper, "If we kiss long enough, maybe he'll go to sleep."
Jennifer nodded imperceptibly to show her understanding as Valerie's sweet warm mouth pressed against hers, and the magical flow of pleasure which she had felt in the bath was immediately re-established. It was a dreamy blissful feeling that enveloped her completely and seemed to protect her from the coarse, brutish man in back of her. She could hear him smacking his lips as he sipped his drink, and the bottle rattled against the glass when he unsteadily poured himself another drink. Good! she thought to herself. He would surely pass out. He'd been drinking steadily since 7:00 that evening and probably earlier. She closed her eyes and unthinkingly opened her mouth to receive Valerie's wetly probing tongue.
Valerie smiled to herself with salacious glee when she felt a long shuddering tremor ripple through Jennifer's lithe, smooth-skinned body as their tongues entwined and their saliva mixed and flowed deliciously between their wetly sucking mouths. The strength of the young brown-haired girl's responses indicated that it shouldn't be long before they were sixty-nining together, and the thought that Carlyle would actually be watching her tongue-fuck another girl's cunt perversely added to Valerie's excitement. She ground her fleecy pelvis against the soft brown pussy hairs between Jennifer's slim legs, feeling an immediate answering pressure.
Encouraged, she reached up and began to gently fondle one of the young girl's nakedly trembling tits, teasing its coral-tinted corona and hard, berry-like nipple lightly with the sharp ends of her lacquered fingernails. Then she withdrew her mouth from the young female photographer's and, with quick little kisses under her chin and along her swan-like neck, began to slowly work her way down.
When Jennifer felt Valerie's moistly heated lips close like a soothing balm around the painfully aroused nipple of her breast, her deeply instilled abhorrence of woman-to-woman love abruptly reasserted itself and an alarm clamored through the alcoholic fumes clouding her brain. If it hadn't been for the naked brute lying just behind her, she would have jerked away in spite of the rising tide of forbidden pleasure swirling through her now lewdly flooding pussy. It was sick and wrong, what the older woman was doing to her, but what could she do? She had the choice between two perversions. God! It was an impossible situation! Either she had to suck the horrible man's cock into her mouth or she had to let Valerie do ... do whatever she was going to do. Again an ex plosive flash of lewd desire raced through her frazzled nerve ends, and this time, she couldn't block it from her mind. Was Valerie going to ... lick her ... down between her legs? And was that what the drunken beast behind her wanted to see?
Exactly as if he had read her mind, she heard the deep slurred voice say, "Okay, baby. Time's awastin'. Now go down on her juicy little pussy to put her in a good cocksucking mood."
Jennifer cringed helplessly when she felt two open male hands suddenly press into the taut flesh of her naked young ass cheeks and spread them apart, holding them stretched that way until she thought she would cry out with the bitterness of her shame and humiliation. She felt the cool night air on her nakedly exposed little asshole which still twinged occasionally from where Guido, the ape-like guard, had fucked his thick finger up into it. Was that what the vicious creature behind her was looking at? Could he see some sign of the hairy man's fingerfucking of her rectum?
"What are you doing!" she cried when she could no longer stand the hard hands so teasingly prying her behind apart. She twisted her head to look over her shoulder at her tormentor. He was sitting in a cross-legged yoga position with the thick shaft of his cock rising stiffly from his loins. There was an expression of intense curiosity on his deeply tanned face as he studied her wide-split anal crevice.
"Oh, nothin'," he said with a lewd little grin, finally letting her ass cheeks spring provocatively together again. He leaned back to get his glass from the table and added, "Okay, girls, let's get on with the pussy-licking show."
Valerie, who had raised her head from Jennifer's naked tits during this interruption, now lay back down beside the young girl and whispered, "Don't pay any attention to him, dear. He wants to watch me suck your cunt, so you might as well enjoy it. Roll over on your back and I'll make you cum with my tongue in your pussy."
Jennifer recoiled in shock at the obscene words mouthed in her ear. In a way, she was glad the foul man behind her had opened her ass cheeks and looked up inside them because it had finally brought her to her senses. The lewd, salacious desire that had been spreading against her will through her body like some feverish sickness had vanished completely. She couldn't understand how she had ever been naive enough to hope that Valerie Henderson would become her ally, either. Obviously, the beautiful wife of Carlyle Henderson was so far under his brutal brother's sway that she would obey his slightest whim, sinking even to the perversion of licking another woman's pussy to quench his lewd desire to watch. The only reason she hadn't voluntarily sucked his huge penis back in the study was obviously just because it was physically impossible. Jennifer shuddered again when she remembered that he would soon be fucking her mouth too, and closed her eyes.
You bastard, Carlyle, Valerie swore to herself as she sat by Jennifer's side and gently drew the sharp tips of her nails over the taut skin of the curvaceous young girl's belly and hips. She could tell that he had killed the young girl's awakening response by spreading her naked ass cheeks and peering up her asshole that way, and now she would have to get her hot all over again.
She frowned at her gray-haired lover across Jennifer's nakedly reclined body, but he merely grinned lopsidedly at her and knocked down another belt of Grand Marnier. Christ, he really looked like he was sloppy drunk, but she guessed he was just putting it on, the ham! In three years she had never seen Carlyle drunk, and the thick hard pole jutting out from between his legs certainly didn't show any signs of sagging. She had a sudden urgent desire to lean over and swallow it all up in one gulp. The act she had put on in the study for the young female photographer had been one of the most frustrating things she'd ever done in her life. God! She could still taste the delicious tang of that big cock, and she'd had to stop sucking it before he came so that they could go and see Guido fucking the tits off the young girl. Jesus, the hairy bodyguard had really done a job on the innocent young girl, Valerie mused. She would have to go some to top it, but she had no doubt she could. It was just a question of a woman's wet, indefatigable tongue against the brute strength of a man's cock.
Lightly, with the sharp tips of her nails, she traced the jutting arc of Jennifer's hips, following the smooth, sweeping curve of her tightly clenched thighs down to her knees, then drawing her fingers back up along the crack between them to the base of the soft, brown pussy-haired vee where the beginning of the thin coral line between her cunt lips was visible. Slowly, she bent over the enticing soft flesh and licked the creamy white flesh all around it before worming the tip of her slender, pointed tongue into the narrow pink slit of the young girl's moist, warm cunt. Then she slid smoothly over on top of Jennifer in an upside down kneeling position so that her own enflamed pussy hovered directly over the unsuspecting girl's face and bent down to nuzzle between her thighs until her sensuous tongue made contact with the throbbing little titty of her clitoris.
Jennifer's pelvis jerked convulsively and her eyes flew open when she felt the older woman's smooth wet tongue wriggling down her cunt furrow and touch her rapidly swelling clitoris. She had been lying there, striving with every fiber of her being to resist Henderson's wife's subtle little licking ... her lightly grazing fingertips ... the moist warm kisses around her naked pussy and on the sensitive flesh of her upper thighs. She tried to substitute Robert's face for that of the silken-haired beauty, remembering how his mechanical caresses had merely irritated her ... but there was no comparison between Robert's bony finger and the older woman's soft lips and liquid tongue.
And then she opened her eyes and saw Valerie Henderson's nakedly spread cunt poised just above her face with its sparsely -haired, delicately fluted lips parted to lewdly reveal the pink, wetly glistening flesh of her vaginal slit with its quivering, flower-like opening and wildly pulsating little clitoral bud which seemed to be vibrating on the same wave length as her own. Lord, it was all just too much for her!
With a moan of surrender, she let Valerie spread open her slackened thighs, and with a mind-darkening sense of relief, felt the older woman's mouth slide down her hotly quivering cunt furrow and the softness of her sucking lips settle around the tiny little cunt-nipple of her passion. She couldn't possibly resist Valerie's degrading licking and sucking of her pussy, she realized, as one feather burst of pleasure followed another deep in her belly, but at least she could re fuse to join her in the obscene coupling and not lick her pussy too.
She stared wide-eyed up at the salacious spectacle of the blonde's wetly flexing cunt nakedly displayed just a few inches from her face. She could see every minute detail ... the tiny dew drops of moisture seeping from the tiny vertical hole in her cunt, seeping down the wet pink valley of pussy flesh to gather in the soft blonde tangle of her cunt hairs like sparkling jewels ... her tiny puckered asshole which seemed to open and close ever so slightly with each excited flex of the voluptuous older woman's widely splayed ass cheeks ... and the wildly throbbing little clitoris so swollen with desire for the soft encircling pressure of Jennifer's own lips.
Teetering on the brink of temptation, the young girl closed her eyes to blot out the sight of her female lover's hotly aroused pussy swaying so invitingly above her, but its intoxicating feminine odor was so overwhelmingly delicious she could almost taste it in her mouth. With another despairing little moan she turned her face away and tried to concentrate her attention entirely on the maddening tongue between her legs that was relentlessly lashing her own little cunt nipple toward a peak of erotic excitement she had never dreamed could exist.
Carlyle Henderson watched curiously as he saw Jennifer's soft brown hair begin to flail from side to side between his wife's knees and her naked young ass cheeks jerk spontaneously up from the bed as she feverishly ground her wetly lathered pussy up against the other woman's face with a spasmodic, gyrating motion. He wondered how long the young photographer could hold out before she pulled Valerie's hotly seething cunt down on top of her mouth. That was what he had been patiently waiting for ... to see the two of them wildly lapping each other's hot little pussies, the brown meshed with the gold, just as he had pictured it in his mind's eye ... but Jennifer was being stubborn. Too goddamn stubborn and selfish, he mused, noting the increasingly frantic cadence of her hungrily grinding ass cheeks. For Chrissake, she was going to cum all by herself and that was strictly against house rules.
"Okay!" he snarled suddenly, slipping without effort back into the role of brother Larry. "That's enough of that shit!" He pulled his hungrily lapping wife roughly off Jennifer, leaving the young girl grinding her hotly quivering cunt vainly toward empty air.
"Ooooohhhh, noooooo!" she wailed in an anguished voice when she felt the brutal man pulling the older woman's mouth away from her wetly demanding pussy. "Don't stop her now! I was just about to cum!"
All her sense of shame had vanished, swallowed up in the devouring holocaust of uncontrollable lust raging in the tight little hole up between her thighs. Of their own will, her two hands slid down to her wide-split cunt, frenziedly rubbing her inflamed clitoris and fingerfucking up into the hot, moistly clasping little tunnel of her vagina where her female ravisher's skillful tongue had been swirling just a second before. Her lips were bared back over her teeth and only the whites of her eyes showed as she thrashed crazily around on the bed, half out of her mind with frustrated desire.
With something akin to amazement, Carlyle watched the lurid spectacle of the prim and proper Jennifer Post wantonly fingerfucking her cunt right in front of his eyes. Jesus, he thought to himself with a sidelong glance at Valerie, never underestimate the power of a woman's tongue. His silken-haired wife's face was still glistening with the young girl's pussy juices and there was a hectic glint in her dark eyes. She smiled knowingly up at him, then he felt her soft slender fingers close around the throbbing girth of his oversize cock and she dipped her head quickly, sliding her widely ovaled lips down on the swollen tip of his penis and halfway down its rigid shaft before he could stop her.
His heavy balls seemed to literally churn in the cum-loaded sac as he hastily pulled her mouth back off his furiously twitching cock with a loud, wet, slurping noise. Christ, she'd nearly blown his balls, and their elaborately prepared scenario, with one fantastic suck of her cock-hungry little mouth, he thought grimly to himself. He scowled at her but she merely stuck out the pink tip of her tongue and curled it lasciviously upward in a suggestive way that set off another train of powdery explosions deep in his balls below.
Jesus, he had to fuck this hot little photographer bitch in the face before long or he'd shoot his load all over her tits just from watching her. She had scissored her long lithe legs even farther apart and was fucking three fingers of one hand as far up her cum-flooding cunt as they would go while with the heel of her other hand she pressed down on her bedevilled little clitoris in a vain attempt to recapture the lost magic of the other woman's tongue.
"I said, enough of that shit!" Carlyle roared, reaching out to yank both her hands away from her hotly writhing cunt. "Who the fuck do you think you are, having all the fun and not giving any to other folks? Here!" He flipped her over on her belly and dragged her across the bed until her face was just a few inches from his cum-swollen balls and the lust-swollen shaft that soared up above them.
"Get up on your hands and knees and lick on that lollipop for a while," he ordered her harshly, holding out his long savage-like cock toward her passion-glazed eyes. "Valerie, you get behind her," he told his wife. "When she licks my cock, you lick her cunt. When she sucks my cock, you suck her cunt. But not before. Got it?"
The blonde nodded with a lewd little smile and moved to Jennifer's side. By tugging at her hips she finally got the befuddled girl kneeling up on all fours and was able to position herself between her widespread feet. Maliciously, she leaned forward and blew her warm breath into the young girl's moistly flowing little cunt hole, causing the firm white moons of her wide-splayed ass cheeks to jerk uncontrollably around behind.
"Now, you got that?" Carlyle growled at Jennifer, whose breath was still coming in hoarse, rasping pants like a cornered animal's. "A cunt-lick for a cock-lick, a cunt-suck for a cock-suck. That's fair, ain't it?" He scowled when the dazed girl just stared up at him with uncomprehending eyes. "Better give her a couple of pussy licks to get her started," he said to his wife. "But just a couple, to drive her up the wall...."
When Jennifer felt the older woman's smooth slippery tongue squiggle wetly over her tightly puckered anus, curl briefly up into her openly flared cunt and then lick on down to gently flick her expectantly quivering little clitty, the galvanic shock of renewed contact momentarily cleared the mist of lust and alcohol from her distraught brain and she understood the obscenely disgusting bargain the evil man, whose cock was weaving like a snake ready to strike in front of her face, was striking with her.
A cunt-lick for a cock-lick, a cunt-suck for a cock-suck!
As Valerie's supple tongue started its return passage along her cunt slit toward her hotly tingling asshole, Jennifer stared numbly down at the hugely bulging head of the cock mushrooming into great hardness under her nose and realized that she no longer had a choice. She had lost the battle for self-control. It was more important to have that miracle-working tongue fucking lizard-like up between her legs than anything else in the world. Already the blissful streams of liquid fire were flowing out from her nakedly spread loins again, crisscrossing through every vein and artery in her body, opening up secret channels of now uninhibited lust she never knew she possessed before.
With a helpless-to-resist little gasp she reached out for the monstrously throbbing rod of cock flesh and drew it toward her mouth. Timidly, she curled out the moist pink tip of her tongue and drew it up along the taut silky-skinned underside of the swollen cone-like head, tasting the masculine tang of hot male cum for the first time as she licked away the droplets oozing from the tiny vertical slit at the end.
"Ooooh, Jesus! You can keep licking her hot little cunt out now. She's doing her job," Carlyle said coarsely to his wife, leering down at the soft brown head now bobbing servilely over his lusty cock and balls. By God, he mused, after all these years it had finally happened. He finally had one of these uptight, photographer bitches of the press-who thought love was all in the mind-right where he wanted her. This was the kind of lesson he enjoyed giving and he couldn't wait for the moment she would really understand it. That was the moment he liked best with all the cunts he had initiated into this particular little rite of sucking cock ... the moment when they stopped thinking what they were doing was vile, disgusting, revolting, and suddenly realized they loved having a big hard male cock stuffed deep down in their insatiable little throats!
He grunted and fucked upward, feeling the sharp edges of Jennifer's teeth painfully graze the blood-gorged surface of his cock head as it popped between her tightly ovaled lips into the honey-hot wet cave of her mouth and beyond.
"Watch it!" he gritted down at her. "Watch the goddamn teeth, and don't bite it off!"
Jennifer felt his powerful fingers come down and tangle themselves in her hair, holding her widely stretched lips savagely impaled on the rigidly throbbing cock that now completely filled her mouth. God, it's so big! she thought despairingly to herself. But as he didn't move for a moment, she felt her jaw relaxing, accustoming itself to the enormous intruder, and she began cautiously to swab her tongue around the bottom and sides of the heavily pulsating organ just as she felt the face of the hotly grunting woman behind her press tight up between her nakedly spread ass cheeks.
Gradually, as she. began to work her tautly stretched mouth up and down the smooth rubbery head, swallowing a little bit more of the thickly swollen cock shaft each time, she began to feel a lurid masochistic thrill. God, she was actually doing it! She was really sucking this evil man's huge potent cock like the lowest of whores and already she was taking more of it in her mouth than even Carlyle Henderson's wife, Valerie, had been able to do.
Excitedly, with a sense of reveling in the degrading act, she pumped her lips far down the thick, wetly glistening rod of flesh until she felt his wiry pubic hairs brush the tip of her nose and the virile odor of his loins saturate her nostrils. Without thinking about what she was doing she slid her hand under the wrinkled sac of his balls and began to knead the large muscular orbs together, feeling his burgeoning cock throb mightily in response. Then his belly began a slow steady grind up against her face. Yes! She was going to be able to do it! She was going to suck him to cumming.
She would make this sadistic brute spend his hot male cum deep down in her throat and when he had fallen into drunken sleep, she would slip away and make Guido drive her to Santa Barbara. With that comforting thought, a kind of ecstatic fusion seemed to take place in her body, blanking out her mind until she was aware of nothing but the thick throbbing cock fucking slipperily in and out of her mouth, and the pleasure giving tongue, tirelessly fucking up into every nook and cranny of her nakedly quivering, sex-inflamed cunt.
Well, no sixty-nining with innocent young Jennifer this time, Carlyle Henderson's wife mused ruefully to herself as she continued her expert tonguing of the young girl's juicily flooding pussy from behind. But the way she was responding to their little experiment indicated that there would surely be other times. The obscene sucking noises now filling the room told her that the inexperienced young female photographer was a fast learner and she herself was so keenly attuned sexually to Carlyle's body that she sensed he was close to cumming in her tightly locked mouth. She dug her delicately featured face deeper into Jennifer's now hotly dripping cunt crevice and speared her wetly swirling tongue as far as it would go up into the expanding little pussy hole which was now copiously flowing with its delicious juices of near orgasm. When she heard Carlyle grunt and begin to quicken his upward fucks into their young protege's mouth, Valerie placed the palms of both her hands against the helpless kneeling girl's firmly rounded ass cheeks and began to shove her whole nakedly jerking body forward onto his heavily lunging rod in the same savage tempo. She heard Jennifer give a stifled whimper deep in her cock-filled throat but her fleeting resistance vanished almost immediately and soon her glistening, sweatcovered young body had caught on to, and even accelerated, the new rhythm.
"Ohhh, sheeeeeit!" Carlyle Henderson swore as he looked down at Jennifer's lust-crazed face and felt her sharp teeth nipping all the way down now into the very base of his cock as she frantically pumped her mouth down its whole saliva-slick length, then drew her hungrily clinging lips all the way up to the tip to give the swollen crown a nerve-tingling swipe of her tongue before plunging her head impetuously back down onto his cock once again. It was the moment he'd been waiting for. She really wanted his cock now. Christ, she'd suck his aching balls into her mouth too if she possibly could.
"Godddaaaaammmmnnnn!" he groaned as he realized he couldn't hold back any longer. With a last convulsive upward thrust of his raging loins he drove the last quarter inch of his bursting cock between her lips and held her silky brown head clamped hard against his hairy pelvis while jet after seething jet of his pent-up cum squirted deep, deep into her velvety throat.
Miraculously suspended between the heavily cumming cock in her mouth and the softly licking tongue in her cunt, Jennifer felt as weightless as the flames of wanton passion leaping through her lust-driven body. Her entire being flowed with incandescent fire and when she felt the first spurts of potent male cum pelt against the back of her tonsils, she felt her own cum explode up inside her like a white-hot magnesium flare bursting in her pleasure-dimmed consciousness.
Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes! she chanted silently to herself in time to the jerking cock spewing its hot slippery liquid fire down deep into the depths of her eagerly gulping throat. Cum! Cum! Cum!
Maybe it was vile, maybe it was lewd, but she wanted more and more of that hot gushing male cock juice that was now exploding hose-like into her heavily billowing cheeks and trickling down her chin below. Tremor after rapturous tremor swept her from tit to cunt with each successive jet of the delicious juices of his wildly erupting balls and her own pussy flowered outward with the warm flowing gushes of her own cumming which she felt Valerie Henderson eagerly swallowing just as she was swallowing all that great cock in her mouth had to spew out into it. In that long ecstatic moment she felt completely united with the two strangers who held her nakedly jerking body so lewdly between them. Then it was over. Over!
The wilting, completely cum-drained cock slipped from her whitely glistening lips and the last thing she consciously registered was the sight of it lying obscenely across a hairy thigh, still shining wetly with a mixture of her own saliva and his slick, expended semen. Then with a heartbroken sob she collapsed into a deep mindless stupor.
"Larry Henderson's crash course in sucking cock," his wife grinned mischievously at the gray-haired film director as she pulled her cum-smeared face from between the inert thighs of the oblivious young magazine photographer. "It really knocks the students out. What's the next scene about, Mr. Film Director?"
"Huh?" Carlyle looked listlessly up from Jennifer's prostrate form with the dull eyes of a satiated man.
"I said, what's the next scene, Director?" Valerie repeated impishly. "What's next in the script?"
"Oh," Her husband yawned. "Well, tomorrow we prepare for the scene depicting the blessings of the anal orgasm, with a little practical rehearsing in the actual art of asshole fucking."
"No doubt, my friend, no doubt," Valerie agreed sarcastically. "But I mean tonight. What's next on the agenda tonight?"
"Sleep," Carlyle replied firmly.
"Oh, no it isn't, old man. Not yet!" his lewdly grinning wife corrected him as she crawled up astride his body, stradling his face, and poised her hotly dripping pussy just above his lips. "One good turn deserves another, as the lady said ... It won't take long," she added dreamily as she sank her salaciously throbbing cunt down over his eagerly waiting mouth. She shivered deliciously, her huge naked tits jerking ecstatically on her chest, when his agile tongue snaked out and flipped her attention-starved little clitoris the way he knew she liked it. No, it wouldn't take long before she was spewing her hotly waiting cum all over his handsome face ... and ... in the morning she could hardly wait to teach the now innocently sleeping young photographer how to do the same thing to her. There was nothing like the thrill of a hesitant, virginal young tongue licking its way up into a woman's hot, slick, little pussy hole for the very first time....