Chapter 9
Good God, he looked so much like Carlyle Henderson. Lord, if only he were, Jennifer thought wistfully as later that evening she covertly observed the ruggedly handsome face of the man seated on the beach blanket across the fire from her. They had had a delicious meal of freshly caught sea-perch, washed down by a bottle of wine chilled in the icy water of the Pacific Ocean. She had broken down and permitted herself to have several glasses of the wine because the spell of the beautiful secluded beach had gotten to her and also, when she was watching Larry Henderson fish, it seemed impossible to believe that he was actually plotting to do harm to his own brother.
His expression had been so intent and somehow boyish as he skillfully cast the long line out over the breaking waves, and his pleasure when he caught a fair-sized perch was so spontaneous and innocent that he didn't seem at all like a man capable of such a sinister act. At one point she had caught herself wondering if the whole idea wasn't just a product of her own fevered imagination but she realized at once that that was just wishful thinking. No, she reminded herself, this was the same man who had forced her to suck his revolting cock and swallow his lewdly gushing cum, no matter how harmless he might appear now. He hadn't spoken to her much during the meal and now by the light of the fire, he was looking thoughtfully over at her.
The attractive young photographer shivered as she thought of all the ways and times she had been fucked to cumming in slightly more than twenty-four hours. God, it was incredible! But at least there was one consolation. Everything that could possibly be done to her had already been done, so at least she knew that whatever Carlyle's brother had in store for her that evening, it wouldn't kill her. She could even suck his cock to cumming again, if that was what the perverted, sadistic man wanted. She swallowed uneasily as she remembered the weird sensation of warped pleasure she had experienced when his hot sticky cum had spurted against the back of her throat, gushing into her cock-filled mouth and trickling down her chin. She could almost taste its masculine power right at this very moment!
Mechanically, Jennifer squeezed her ass cheeks together to cut off the flow of warmth that circulated through her traitorous cunt every time she thought of the horrible man's long, hard cock fucking in and out of her tightly stretched mouth. Suppose it hadn't been just all the alcohol she had drunk? Suppose she really had some sick abnormal side to her nature that enjoyed the degrading act of being fucked in the mouth and swallowing a complete stranger's cum. She certainly didn't have the excuse of alcohol tonight, not with just several glasses of wine for dinner. So why did she have this hot little itch in her pussy and why did she have to consciously keep herself from staring at the crotch of the man across the fire? What was wrong with her anyway? Irritably, she rubbed an inner thigh muscle pore from where she had been fucked so often recently.
"Stiff, from spreading your legs, kid?" Carlyle asked, looking at the young New York photographer fidgeting nervously on the other side of the fire. "I can take care of that," he said, when she nodded. "Come over here." He reached for the bag he had brought with him and after searching around inside it for a moment brought out a small bottle of Ben-Gay.
"C'mere," he repeated when he saw that she was hesitating. "I brought this for you. Figured you might need it after gettin' fucked by that stupid lout Guido's elephant cock."
He chuckled at his lewd little joke and watched the lithe young girl closely as she rose and reluctantly came around the fire toward him. She was wearing blue pants and a loose summer blouse that Valerie had lent her because she hadn't brought any clothes other than dresses. Her youthful hips didn't quite fill out the pants and the curve of the blouse over her tits, even though they were huge, wasn't as full as when his blonde-haired wife wore it, but her supple, superb young body more than made up for those slight shortcomings. He was really looking forward to fucking her in her tight little asshole tonight, and if she wasn't ready for it, he'd eat his fucking hat.
"Lie down on the blanket," he said, unscrewing the cap of the little tube and pressing some of the pasty gelatin into the palm of his right hand. He quickly applied the hot lotion up inside the leg of her loose fitting pants to one of her slender ankles, running his hand up as far as it would go and kneading the long, smooth tendons of the inner thigh of her slim, shapely leg with his strong fingers.
"Say, you sure got some muscle there, kid," he observed. "You do a lot of boogeying in those New York discos?"
"I ... I ice skate in Central Park a lot," Jennifer replied, unwilling to talk about it with this crude man. She held out her hand for the tube and added, "Here. I can put that on myself."
"Nah, I enjoy it." Carlyle grinned at her. He rubbed the soothing balm on her other ankle, on her calves, then on up in her thigh again. "You really got a nice body, kid," he said admiringly. "I was a little loaded last night, so I guess I didn't really appreciate it when you were suckin' my cock. How did you like it, incidentally?"
He capped the tube, tossed it in his bag and lay back on the blanket next to her.
Jennifer didn't answer. God, he was crude! she was thinking, but at the same time the touch of his powerful hands on the skin of her ankles and calves and inner thighs had set her tits to throbbing. When he rolled over so that his muscular chest was pressed against her right one and bent down his head to kiss her, she made no effort to resist. He was going to fuck her, no matter what, so she might as well make it easy on herself. If only he wouldn't blabber on so much, she could pretend he was Carlyle Henderson. Yes, that was it. She would make believe he was Carlyle Henderson-and it wouldn't be half so bad.
Carlyle, Carlyle, she murmured to herself when the man she thought was his brother, Larry, ground his firm lips down against hers and his strong wet tongue pried insistently between her teeth until she opened her mouth to receive it. It was the first time she had ever thought of letting the great film director actually fuck her, but now, after what had happened to her in the last day, she realized that she had always subconsciously wanted to. If he desired her to open her legs for him, married or not, she would joyfully give herself to him now.
Meanwhile there was his brother, Larry, whose hand was sliding in through the opening of Valerie's blouse and was cupping her left breast, tweaking and pinching the swelling little nipple through her bra while his mouth remained locked wetly against hers. Briefly, she thought of the night when her ex-fiance Robert had been doing the same thing to her back in New York, but that time seemed light years away. She had changed. God, had she ever changed!
A sudden electric thrill spiraled up her spine as she abruptly realized at that moment that she would enjoy being fucked by any man, even the half-witted bodyguard, Guido, even this horrible man lying half on top of her. Full of joyful confidence in her pussy's desire for cock for the first time in her life, she began to suck eagerly on the probing tongue in her mouth, glorying in the virile hardness of his cock that she now felt pressing into the softness of her belly. She felt her cunt juices seeping down between her expectant young pussy lips and writhed her hips around in a frank signal of the urgency of her desire to be fucked crazy.
"Maybe it's the ocean air, but goddamn, kid, my cock's sure ready to fuck." Carlyle raised his head and grinned down at her, his rugged face lit up by the flickering light of the veering orange flames of the beach fire.
"Mminm, me too," Jennifer breathed huskily. She reached down between their bodies and boldly stroked his long, pulsating cock through the rough cloth of his pants, feeling completely unashamed in her newfound liberation. The warm, pulsing sensation in her huge young tits floated down to the soft, puffy, pussy flesh between her thighs as she felt the responsive throbbing of his cock in her hand.
"Come on, kid. Let's get naked," Carlyle growled impatiently. He leaped up, tossed a couple of driftwood logs on the fire, sending a shower of sparks up into the warm California night air, and rapidly stripped off his clothes. Soon the fire was roaring and Jennifer could feel its warmth on her thighs and ass cheeks as she slipped out of Valerie's pants and peeled down her panties, which were already flooded with her heated young pussy juices. The idea of getting fucked by this savage man, alone on a wild, deserted beach by the light of their own driftwood fire, the way their primitive caveman forebears must have done, sent prickly sensations racing across the surface of her creamy white skin. For tonight, at least, she was his primordial mate to dominate and fuck as he pleased.
When she was standing completely naked in front of him, her tits throbbing heavily in the night air, Carlyle pulled her harshly to him, crushing her soft, curvaceous flesh against his hard, muscled body, running his hands up and down her satiny skinned back, fingering the rounded smoothness of her voluptuous, youthful ass cheeks. With a little grunt he dropped his shaggy head to her huge, firm tits and sucked the hard, throbbing nipples of first one then the other deep into his wet mouth, feasting on them like a famished child. Jennifer swayed and tangled her fingers in his unruly iron-gray hair, feeling a rush of elation at the power her body gave her over this fierce man who was over twice her age.
"Kneel down on all fours," Carlyle ordered the young photographer after a moment. "I wanna fuck ya from behind." He looked gloatingly down at her as without a word she obediently knelt down on her elbows and knees beside the leaping fire with the white full moons of her luscious young ass cheeks tilted alluringly up at him. He hunched between her long slim legs and peered hungrily down at the soft brown fleece between her thighs where excited droplets of cunt juice already glittered like tiny jewels in the light of the soaring flames.
By God, she was ready to fuck, he mused. Whatever was going on in her mind, her newly awakened little cunt was certainly ready for cock. He never would have believed that the prim, serious-faced little pussy who had showed up at his house the day before to photograph his greatness for posterity would ever be crouched down in front of him like a hot-to-fuck female animal awaiting his pleasure. It just proved the old saying that the cock was greater than the sword. She needed no forcing at all. The warm feminine odor of her hot spicy cunt filled his nostrils and he reached out with his thumbs to spread her already wide-split ass cheeks even farther. His tongue circled his wet lips greedily for a moment in anticipation of the surprise he was going to give her, then he lowered his head and flicked it forward, the pointed tip darting deep along her tight little cunt slit to teasingly titilate the hotly quivering nipple of her clitty.
Jennifer trembled violently as the galvanic touch of his saliva-slickened tongue sent shock waves of erotic pleasure radiating through her slavishly kneeling body, magnifying unbearably the lewd excitement his coarse words and her own servile position had already kindled in her mind. Like a dog, she thought dazedly. He was going to fuck her from the rear right out in the open air and she had found in herself the capacity to enjoy, even exult in the obscene idea. She arched her back and cocked her luscious ass up even higher in the air to give his long, slippery tongue easier access to the hotly tingling clitty up between her cunt lips.
"Mmmmmmmm," she purred rapturously as his wet, slick tongue slid back slightly and thrust up deep into the palpitating little hole of her brown-furred pussy. Her widely splayed ass cheeks began a jerking, rotating motion as he swirled his tongue maddeningly inside the slick velvety hole and she was about to beg him to fuck her right away with his big hard cock when suddenly he lifted his head up slightly and began to lick hotly at her tiny virginal asshole. She flinched away from the lecherous contact, unable to believe that even this uncouth man would be capable of such a perverse and lewd thing, but his hands clamped around her hip bones in a vise-like grip and he continued to lick and probe at the tightly puckered little ring guarding her rectum.
She gasped when he managed to worm the tip of his lewdly probing tongue up into the tight, brown little hole, flushing her entire body with a weird excitement. Almost immediately he straightened up, shuffling forward on his knees between her legs, and she felt the swollen rubbery head of his iron-hard cock slide down the passion-drenched crevice of her pussy, where, with his hand, he revolved the tip of it up and down in the slippery little slit between her thighs. ThankGod, she thought, when he backed away slightly and the cone-like end of his hotly pulsing cock came to rest at the excitedly fluttering mouth of her cunt. She braced herself for the initial flash of pain that she knew would accompany his first hard, cunt-splitting fuck ... but none came. He merely continued to dip the huge slippery head of his cock between the fleshy lips of her cunt without fucking into it.
Oh, don't tease me like that! she begged silently in her mind, pushing her nakedly flared ass cheeks urgently back at him. In response she felt his thumbs dig into the soft flesh of her buttocks on both sides of her asshole, stretching them cruelly still farther apart. Then the head of his rigidly throbbing cock slid upward between them until it was pressing against her fearfully cringing little nether hole.
"Nooooo!"' she wailed when she finally understood where the diabolical man intended to fuck her. All her newfound confidence in the power of her body instantly deserted her. How could she ever have been naive enough to believe that this evil fiend of a man would make normal, natural love to her? She tried frantically to squirm away from the vise-like grip of his powerful hands but he held her easily.
"Take it easy, kid," Carlyle advised her, a sadistic leer twisting his handsome face. "This here little hole's been kinda neglected recently, so I thought we oughta dc something about it. Matter of fact," he went on, increasing the pressure of his lust-stiffened cock head against the tight rubbery ring of her asshole, "it feels like it's been neglected all its life. This is gonna open up a whole new world for you, baby."
"You'll kill me!" Jennifer gasped, remembering the intense pain she had felt when Guido had first fucked his finger up into her rectum. The depraved man's huge cock would tear it to shreds. Tears of shame and fright ran down her cheeks as she realized how completely in his power she was.
"Nah," Carlyle taunted her with Satanic glee. "It might hurt a little at first, but you'll get used to it, and me ... I'm gonna love it," he added. "If I could direct films like Carlyle I'd shoot a dirty movie about Jennifer's little cherry asshole."
And he fucked it hard up into her.
"Aaaaagggghh!" the young photographer's anguished scream filled the deserted beach, reverberating eerily back and forth among the rocky cliffs along the shore as her tightly clenched anal ring gave way and the hard throbbing tip of his merciless cock popped lewdly up inside it. To the terrified young girl it felt like a stick of dynamite had been jammed up her rectum and detonated. The explosion blasted through every shattered nerve end in her body and she was catapulted into a world where all that existed was the searing agony back there in her cock-impaled asshole. Every throb of the thick, rock-hard shaft renewed the initial shock of its first brutal inward fuck. She choked back a moan and gritted her teeth, determined to die rather than give the sadistic monster behind her the pleasure of hearing her cry out again in her helpless, asshole-split agony.
Carlyle Henderson, world-famous film director, leered down like a demented maniac at the obscene spectacle of his long hard cock lewdly protruding out from between the innocent young girl's nakedly spread ass cheeks. That'll teach you to judge people by their professional reputations, young lady, he commented dryly to himself. Then he flexed his belly muscles and with short, asshole-splitting strokes began to fuck his thick hard cock deeper and deeper up the warm brown depths of her rectal passage, drawing back after each thrust to gain momentum for the next inward plunge. By the flickering light of the campfire he could see the thin pink ridges of her tightly clinging little asshole pull out along the glistening white girth of his cock each time he drew back, then vanish up inside again as he fucked it back in. Little by little he pressured the smoothly resistant flesh of her rectal passage back to make room for his lustfully pulsating cock until finally the black pubic hairs around its base were grazing the smooth white skin of her nakedly trembling ass cheeks. He was buried in her up to the hilt!
Jennifer felt as though she were skewered like a lamb on a white-hot roasting spit. The tendons in her long, swan-like neck stood out like cords and her slender fingers dug like talons into the sand beneath the blanket as she braced herself for each successive asshole-stretching fuck of the mammoth cock that was pummeling the virgin young depths of her bowels. Instinctively, she knew that there must be light somewhere ahead in that long, twisting, tortuous tunnel of pain but where she would find the strength to endure the agonizing journey she could not imagine.
Before her dazed mind could fully comprehend it, her senses became aware that the relentless, in-fucks of the bludgeoning cock were growing longer and smoother and the withdrawal strokes were leaving her with a feeling of emptiness deep in her bowels, which urgently needed to be filled once again. Slowly, at first, she began to push back to meet the fiendish lunges, and a fiery glow of strange masochistic delight broke through the darkness of her ordeal. She was nearing the end of the tunnel and could suddenly see the hotly burning light of an unknown, excruciatingly intense pleasure blazing at the entrance!
As the glow deepened and gradually suffused throughout her desperately straining loins, she began to grind her naked young ass cheeks fiercely back on the hard, wildly ramming cock, exulting in the fact that her supple body could take the worst the man behind her could give and turn it into a source of exquisite pleasure. Now, instead of shame and humiliation from being fucked in the ass, she felt a sense of triumphant victory over the limits of her flesh as spasm after rapturous spasm swept across the electrified surface of her skin. As she squirmed and wantonly bucked under his bull-like inward fucks, she felt his hands leave her gyrating hips where they were no longer needed and begin to travel lightly over her sweat-coated back and neck and shoulders, her flanks and thighs, redoubling the ecstatic flow of erotic feeling throughout her body. One of his hands gently caressed the curve of her cheek and touched her lips. Eagerly she sucked his hard strong fingers into the hot wet cavern of her mouth and waited for the inevitable
It came slowly, too slowly ... She began to whimper and moan, clenching her asshole tight around his cock, thrashing in a maddened paroxysm of demanding female lust under the buffeting slams of his huge, bowel-stuffing cock while she waited for the fingers of his other hand to replace the teasing blows of his heavy cum-filled balls smacking against her passion-drenched cunt below. Frantically, she sucked his fingers deeper into her mouth, screwing her wide-split ass cheeks back harder against his hairy pelvis until his great rod of thickly pulsating cock flesh could fuck no deeper up into her quaking bowels, and then....
He did it!
The thick, stiffened middle finger along with the extended forefinger of his other hand speared like a second cock up into her wetly throbbing cunt walls just as she felt her nakedly jerking ass cheeks swept apart by one last ass-crushing lunge and the potently virile cock buried to the hilt in her rectum began to jerk and spew its hot, bowel-searing cum deep up inside her, filling her asshole almost to bursting with its boiling fluid.
"Aaaaiiiieeee, I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnnggg! I'm ccuuuuuuummmmiiinngggggg!"
Her wild barbaric cry of triumph pierced the still night air as she felt herself filled in every hole and the first glorious tremors of her own delirious orgasm burst through the barriers of her mind and freed her once and for all for the savage enjoyment of her own now cock-hungry flesh. Shudder after climactic shudder racked her wildly flailing body as her heated pussy juices gushed out over his fingers fucking deep into her cunt beneath his cock in her ass.
Gradually, as she felt the rapidly deflating penis slip limply from her still greedily milking asshole, a luminous sense of peace and certainty filled her mind. All of a sudden she knew that the man who had ass-fucked her to such blissful fulfillment could only be Carlyle Henderson, himself. She didn't know how she knew, she just did.
She tenderly kissed the hand now lying inertly beneath her mouth and rolled over so that she could look up at the man kneeling silently beside her. The fire had died down the faint smile on his rugged face.
"You're Carlyle Henderson, aren't you?" she asked in an awed little voice.
"Of course I am," Carlyle replied brusquely. "It's about time you guessed."
"But Carlyle, why ... why...?" Jennifer faltered.
"How do you feel, Jennifer?" Carlyle interrupted her.
"Ooooooohhh, wonderful. Wonderfulllll," the young girl sighed blissfully.
"Then don't ask why, you little snit." The director smiled at her to take the sting from his words and reached down to pull another blanket over them. "And believe it or not, I've decided to go back to work, too. You've inspired me no end and I could use a good still photographer on the film set to take all the publicity photos. Think you'd like living with Valerie, Guido and myself, and working with me?"
"Oh Carlyle, God, I'd love it!" the young girl squealed. "If-if you think Valerie wouldn't mind sharing your big, beautiful cock with me once in a while."
"Mmmmm, baby." He nuzzled her ear affectionately. "Between Guido's insatiable cock and Valerie's cunt-hungry tongue, I'm going to have to be making advance reservations to fuck that gorgeous little pussy of yours. But we'll go back to the house after a long leisurely fuck on the beach in the morning and discuss the whole matter with the others."
"Oh yes, tomorrow we'll discuss it, Carlyle," Jennifer breathed happily. There would be tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow....
She slept, that night, the sleep of the dead. Her last thought before fading into unconsciousness was, Who says ugly little frogs don't turn into princes in real life when you kiss them, even if it does have to sometimes be on their big, beautiful cocks?