Chapter 5
"Caroline, I'm so glad to meet you."
It was the famous voice. Caroline marveled at how Carlotta sounded the same in the living room as on screen. The seven words had a precise ring to them, a rehearsed inflection.
Caroline knew that she could do it as well, or better than Carlotta.
"I've been dying to meet you. I'm your biggest fan, and it's such heaven to have you here, I mean, living here." Caroline said, amazed at how easily her duplicity frothed from her mouth. Through her totally bogus but convincing smile she sounded sincere, even to herself.
"I hope you don't feel that I'm intruding," Carlotta said, as if that were of course impossible, as though Caroline and Carl should both be honored to have a famous star living in their house, sucking their father's cock. Carlotta seemed to dismiss the suggestion with the same breath that she made it.
"Not at all," Caroline said, "Carl and I are both thrilled to have you here, truly," she said, amazed at how natural she sounded. It was just as easy to lie as to tell the truth. In this case it was easier. The plan that she had Carl had devised would work only if Caroline won Carlotta's favor, so for the sake of their scheme Caroline was not going to tell the actress the truth. She was not going to say that she loathed Carlotta and couldn't wait to exile her from their father's life.
"Isn't that right, Carl? Weren't we talking about it this very afternoon and saying how marvelous it was to have Carlotta here?"
"That's right," Carl said, trying to express his sinister feelings with a friendly, rather than an evil smile.
"Oh, I am so relieved," Carlotta said, trying to invest significance in her words, but it was obvious that she did not care at all what either Carl or Carlotta thought, or how they felt about her. She thought she could rule the world with her voice, her profile, her tits, her cunt and her ass.
Caroline and Carl were going to show the bitch that she couldn't. They were going to make life rough for her.
"You father is having a swim before we go to dinner. I rarely swim. The chlorine is bad for my hair, and I suppose I'm too lazy to wear a bathing cap. Actually, I don't like the way I look in a bathing cap, and, anyway, if it weren't my hair, it would be my skin. Chlorine can make the skin dry or do something to the pigment. I don't know exactly what, but a camera man warned me once. I have enough trouble with my hair as it is."
Caroline just listened, utterly appalled. Carlotta's monologue might go on forever if she or Carl didn't do something.
It was amazing. This was the first time they had ever met, and Carlotta, the narcisist par excellence, was talking flatulently about herself. Not even herself, really. Her topics were her hair and her skin. Caroline had to admit that it was good hair and good skin. Carlotta had a luxurious head of wonderful hair. It was brilliantly colored to be darker in one spot, lighter in another. The streaks did not look at all tacky or even especially artificial. She looked elegantly glamorous.
Finally, Carlotta changed the subject to offer Caroline and Carl a drink. She had discussed it with their father, she told them, and he had said that they could have aperitifs before they all went to dinner.
As far as Caroline was concerned that was the limit! Where had Carlotta gotten the audacity to politely offer them drinks in their own house? And where had she picked up this aperitif nonsense. Their father had always allowed Carl and Caroline to drink in the house, as long as they promised never to drink too much and never to drive after they had been drinking. Their father's attitude was that it was only civilized to let children learn about liquor as a social grace in their homes, rather than having them booze furtively away from home and getting into all kinds of trouble all over town.
Caroline wanted a Scotch, and she wanted it strong. But there was no sense angering Carlotta. She would accept Carlotta's ever so gracious offer. She would sip sherry like a lady, and then before they all went to dinner she would slip into the pantry and take a few slugs from the bottle.
Caroline, Carl and Carlotta sat down together in the living room, their glasses in hand.
"So," Carlotta said, "tell me, Caroline, how did you like your year in Boston."
"I haven't decided. I liked it, but I missed Los Angeles. I missed Daddy and Carl," Caroline said.
"I do hope you are going back next year, though. College is so good for one. I often regret that I was too impatient for a career. I might have missed out on something," Carlotta said vaguely.
"But you haven't done so badly," Caroline said ingratiatingly.
"No, I can't say that I have. I've been lucky, and your father has helped me tremendously, you know. I might still be doing the warm-up numbers in Vegas, or something, if I he hadn't decided to handle me."
"I'm sure you would have gotten beyond that, Carlotta. Anyone with as much talent as you have is bound to hit it big sooner or later."
"Probably," Carlotta said conceitedly, "but it might have taken longer."
There was a short lull in the conversation. They all sipped their aperitifs.
Caroline lit a cigarette.
"Oh, Caroline, if you must smoke would you sit over there, please," Carlotta pointed to an uncomfortable chair across the room, "the smoke is dreadful for my voice."
Jesus! That was too much. Caroline wanted to scream. It wasn't as though she were blowing the smoke into Carlotta's precious pipes; she just wanted to have one cigarette while she shared the room with the cunt.
"Of course, I am sorry Carlotta. Forgive me, I should have realized that you have to protect your glorious voice." Caroline made her voice mock-humble as she crushed the cigarette out in a sparkling clean ashtray.
"I didn't mean to say that you couldn't smoke in your own house, Caroline. That would have been too presumptuous for me. But I am grateful to you for understanding. Even a little smoke can be disastrous. Even if you had smoked across the room it might have affected my work tomorrow." Carlotta said.
Caroline was amazed at how cunty Carlotta's voice could be. She knew of course that a little smoke could not possibly do any harm to the woman's singing voice. But she decided to play along with Carlotta's stupid eccentricities for the time being.
"Would you prefer that I not smoke at all, Carlotta?" Caroline asked, damned if she was going to give up cigarettes for this father-stealing cunt.
"Frankly, Caroline, I would. I had been wanting to ask you when I went into your room this evening to take a dress from your closet. I was surprised to find cigarettes. Then I realized that I had smelled them this morning. It will be very difficult for me to live in a house where people smoke. Would you mind terribly giving it up for my sake. It would be dear of you."
Caroline could hardly believe her ears. She had never encountered such audacity. This cunt had chutzpah, but it was the kind that Caroline couldn't abide. Her loathing of Carlotta increased by the minute.
"It's the least I can do for you, Carlotta. I want life for you and Daddy to be unmitigated happiness. Of course I shall stop." Caroline lied.
"Oh, thank you, Caroline. It is very sweet of you," Carlotta said, as though it were natural for people to give up smoking, drinking, eating, sleeping, fucking and breathing for her.
Again there was a silence. Upstairs, Simon's office extension rang in his study. Outside, a motorcycle raced by on Wilshire Boulevard. In the room, an ice cube rattled in Carlotta's glass. There were no other sounds, no words.
Caroline asked Carlotta about the new film she was making. Carlotta was happy to babble about how excellent the songs were, how wonderful she would make them, how smashing she would look in the costumes and how marvelous she was going to be in the film. That took up a good half hour.
When their father walked into the room, dressed elegantly in his charcoal trousers, the whitest possible shirt and a brilliantly colored tie, Caroline was instantly relieved. The sight of him soothed her, although she felt slightly guilty about how their plans for Carlotta might make him suffer. But it would only be for a while, and in the long run he would thank his son and daughter. Caroline was certain of that. She was especially certain that her father would be grateful to her.
Caroline was crushed when their father announced that he had been called to a special conference with an important client. There was a big deal to close, he told them, and if he didn't do a little business once in a while they would never be able to go out to dinner. He hoped they would not mind, but the three of them, Caroline, Carl and Carlotta would have to go without him to the restaurant on Sunset Boulevard.
He expected the conference to last all night and early into the morning. He apologized, saying that it would be best for him to sleep on the couch at his office rather than making the long drive back at an ungodly hour. He would grab a few hours rest at his office, start work early in the morning, and, hopefully, be back early the next evening.
At first Caroline was deeply disappointed. This was her first evening in Los Angeles and she would not be spending it with her father. She resented the imposition of clients on her father's time. She had hardly seen her father at all. She had seen him at the airport and had been with him during the long ride home, but she had spent most of that time sulking about Carlotta. They had not enjoyed together the quality of time they were accustomed to sharing.
Caroline was disappointed only for a moment. Then she realized that she would have plenty of time with her father soon enough, especially after she had arranged for Carlotta's removal.
She realized also that her stud father's absence that evening would make it that much easier for her and Carl to carry out their plans for Carlotta. In fact, the call from the client was a miraculous stroke of good fortune. It couldn't be better. Caroline hoped that her father would make a wonderful deal, get a wonderful commission and have a spectacular success.
She knew that she and Carl would have perfect success.
Simon wished them a good night and raced away.
Caroline and Carl were left with a rather dejected Carlotta. It was obvious that the bitch was going to try her best to win their favor, but she was transparently nervous. Caroline could see it and her made her that much more confident that she and Carl would be successful in their scheme.
Carlotta wished she were on the sound stage; she wished she had lines to deliver or a song to sing. She wished she had a character to play. Alone in the house with the two young adults she felt terribly ill at ease. Although she was closer to their age than to Simon's she felt uncomfortable with young persons who were not in the business, persons who did not need her.
Although she was only twenty-two, Carlotta had not been young for years. Her appearance was youthful, despite her meticulous glamour and elegant grooming, but she had begun to fight for her career so early in her life, and had been fighting so long that she had never enjoyed youth or had time to mourn its passing.
She had struggled to attain a pinnacle of success seldom reached by a young performer. Her peers in the industry, the few she had, were almost twice her age. Somehow, in the process of her remarkable climb, Carlotta had aged at a commensurate speed. She had aged and excelled at a double pace, and had become hardened. She had lost much of her youthful resiliency and had become brittle.
The only way she could handle the situation was to have another drink before they left for dinner. She had the sense to know that if she was going to have a drink it was only proper to offer another to Carl and Caroline.
They had three drinks before they drove in Carlotta's car to the restaurant on Sunset Boulevard. It was a typical Los Angeles restaurant imitating a typical New York restaurant imitating a Parisian restaurant. The ambience, the waiters and their heavy accents were ersatz or Corsican at best, but the haute cuisine was extraordinary.
Before dinner they had another drink, their fifth for the evening. The restaurant was far too tactful to request identification from either the seventeen year old girl or the sixteen year old boy. The management was thrilled to serve such a glittering celebrity as Carlotta Craig, and they were respectful and cautious in their treatment of the party of three.
They enjoyed superb cuisine and celestial wines, and with dessert they were given a complimentary bottle of champagne, which completed their rapturous intoxication.
With every sip and morsel of the excellent dinner Caroline ruminated deliciously on what she was going to do Carlotta. But in a strange way she was disturbed by her plans. After a few drinks Carlotta had softened to Carl and Caroline. The brittle young actress had seemed to shed some of her hard shells, some of the sharp edges had fallen off or had been smoothed over by intoxication.
To Caroline, Carlotta seemed significantly changed, relaxed and curiously vulnerable.
It was harder for Caroline to maintain her hostility toward Carlotta, and she began to wonder if she might actually enjoy the seduction that she and Carl had planned. She had known all along that she would enjoy it in a spiteful way, but as she sipped her champagne and nibbled her raspberries Caroline began to think that she might feel physical and emotional pleasure while seducing and dominating Carlotta.
After the champagne, Carlotta loosened up. She became soft, ebullient and amusing. Caroline could see the charm and charisma that had won the loyalty of her legions of fans. Carlotta had a warm womanly sensitivity under the brittle facade of rehearsed mannerisms. Caroline had seen this quality in the woman's screen performance, but she had assumed that only a cameraman could elicit the hidden qualities.
It was apparent that wine and champagne had the same effect as the camera, for at the dinner table Carlotta became radiant.
At first Carlotta had dismissed the suggestion of a liqueur, saying jovially that they had had more than enough.
"Oh, Carlotta, don't be silly," Caroline said.
"But, Caroline, I'm already ripped to the tits. Good Lord, what have you children done to me. I have to work tomorrow. I have to drag my ass to work and sing and look gorgeous. Oh, God, I can't bear to think of it. The bags under my eyes are going to be bouncing off my knees." Carlotta was so relaxed that she giggled at the idea of the disaster she would be in front of the grinding cameras.
Caroline looked at Carlotta affectionately.
"Oh, what the hell," Carlotta laughed, "if one is going to go to hell one should pass paradise en route."
She signaled to the waiter for three cognacs.
Instead of coffee they had a second cognac. Carlotta said that she was so bombed it didn't make any difference anymore. She said that she was a doomed woman, laughing merrily at the thought.
"I know this is going to surprise you, Caroline, after my tirade against smoking back at the house. That was rude of me, and I regret it, by the way. I know I'll be too hung over tomorrow to sing. I'll have to lip-synch later, so may I impose on you for a cigarette? I know it's ridiculous. I haven't smoked in years, but the cognac has given me a craving for a cigarette."
By the way Carlotta was squirming in the banquette and obliviously fondling her breasts, Caroline suspected that Carlotta was craving more than just a cigarette.
"Of course," Caroline replied, offering Carlotta a filter cigarette from her case and feeling deliciously amused by Carlotta's complete lack of inhibitions.
Carlotta handled the cigarette elegantly, taking rather demure puffs. Caroline could see that she was more holding it than smoking it, and she noticed that Carlotta did not inhale.
Gesticulating charmingly with the cigarette, Carlotta looked directly into Caroline's eyes with warmth and humor.
"So tell me about Boston again, Caroline. How's the fucking back there?" Carlotta's smile was wide and natural, as was the laugh that bubbled like a song from her mouth.
The candid question delighted Carl and Caroline. It was unfortunate that Carlotta could not be delightful like this all the time. There was nothing cunty about her behavior tonight. But they knew that she would be a monster again tomorrow and still had to be dealt with, despite her temporary radiance.
Carl drove them back to Wilshire Boulevard in Carlotta's car. Carlotta said she was having much too much fun to bother with the bore of driving and that Carl, as the man in the party, should protect the two drunken damsels in distress.
At the house, Carlotta excused herself for a moment, going upstairs to get into something comfortable and casual. She instructed Carl to fix them all a nightcap.
It was one-thirty in the morning. Simon was sleeping at his office on Beverly Boulevard.
"Do you have the cameras ready, Carl?" Caroline asked her brother.
"Do you mean that we're still going to do it? She's been so nice and we've had such a good evening, it doesn't seem fair now." Carl protested.
"I know. She has been charming and it seems perverse to go through with it. But what we've seen tonight is nothing more than Carlotta's temporary madness. You know that she'll be her bitchy self again tomorrow. She'll give the director hell, she'll harass the cameraman, she'll boss the sound people around. Then she'll come back here and treat us like unwelcome guests in our own house. We have to do it Carl." Caroline was adamant. "You're right, I suppose. Yes, the camera is ready. I drilled the hole in Dad's dressing room door when I went up to change for dinner," Carl said.
"And you're sure that you can shoot it so that my face doesn't show?"
"Well, it depends on where you put your face. If you put it between Carlotta's legs I probably can't shoot her cunt without getting your puss in the frame, but if she just goes down on you and you keep your head on the pillows, the shadows will hide you." Carl said.
"I don't know if I'm going to want to just lie back like a statue and get eaten, Carl. Maybe that's what I want, but it's just as likely that I want to move around a lot and jump up and down on Carlotta's cunt." Caroline said.
"Doesn't matter. I can cut the film whenever your face gets in the light, or I can shut the camera off and on. But try to keep it under some control, Caroline. If I get off on what you and Carlotta do I might not be able to keep turning the camera off when you put your face in her ass. And I don't want to have to do too much cutting." Carl explained.
"Well, try to keep your hands off your prick and on the camera, Carl." Caroline teased.
"Do you really think that Dad will dump her if he sees the film?" Carl asked.
"I'm positive, Carl. He thinks Carlotta is some kind of virgin goddess. When Daddy fucks a woman he gets it in his mind that he's the only man she's ever had or could ever want. You remember how fast he dumped Muriel when he caught her fucking that stunt man in the pool. He won't tolerate infidelity. When he sees Carlotta dyking it up on his own bed in his own house, he'll have her hauled away by a moving van. He'll be grateful to you for filming the scene and letting him know the truth. We'll get rid of Carlotta and he'll probably buy you that car you want. But, for God's sake, he can't recognize me. He'd probably pack me off to live with Muriel or some other fate worse than death." Caroline winced at the idea.
"No, he'd never do that. You're his little darling. He worships you. The worst thing he would do is make you replace Carlotta in his bed." Carl said, stretching his imagination.
Caroline wondered if Carl knew how much his suggestion thrilled her. At the sound of his words Caroline felt a sudden shock of fresh lubricity in her cunt. Carl's suggestion made her pussy hot and ready for Carlotta's feeding time. She needed to be eaten right away, and she needed to be eaten well. She hoped Carlotta knew how to go down.
If she really believed that her father would make her take Carlotta's place, she would have gladly stuck her face in the camera; she would have split her beaver directly into the lens. She wanted her father. She wanted her daddy's big cock more than anything in the world. She wanted to be fucked by her father. She wanted his fat fuck rod in her tight tender cunt.
"Carl, where are our drinks?" Carlotta cajoled playfully, "I want a drink, my darling man.
Caroline and Carl turned to watch Carlotta's sweeping descent from the staircase. She slinked elegantly into the living room, wearing a beautiful apricot-colored negligee that happened to be dazzlingly transparent.
Evidently she was so smashed on wines, champagne and cognacs that she did not realize what she was wearing or how lascivious she appeared. She had nothing under her negligee and both Carl and Caroline were astounded at the sight of her beautiful breasts and her luxuriant beaver.
Carl gaped in awe at the sight of the beautiful woman's body. He rushed from the room to make drinks and to hide his sudden hard-on.
He came back from the pantry with only two drinks.
"I made Stingers for you. I thought you'd like a switch from straight cognac." Carl said.
Caroline smiled at her brother's conspirational cunning. Stingers were appropriately named; they could be lethal.
"That was thoughtful of you, darling," Carlotta said, utterly relaxed and feeling naturally endeared to Carl, "but why didn't you make one for yourself?"
"I'm exhausted, Carlotta. I have to go to bed." Carl said, getting ready to make his exit, to leave Caroline and Carlotta alone. He wanted to make some last-minute adjustments to the camera.
"That's too bad. I thought the party was just beginning," Carlotta said innocently.
Caroline smiled again. The party was indeed just beginning. The real fun hadn't started yet.
"It's all right, Carlotta. We can continue. We can have a party of our own. We don't need a man around," Caroline said.
"Oh, I'm so glad that you're going to stay up for a while, Caroline. I couldn't bear calling it a night so soon. This is the first time I've truly relaxed in years. But you must be even more tired than Carl. I mean, your body must still be operating on Eastern time."
"Not at all, Carlotta. I'm not a bit tired," Caroline said. It was the truth. She was wildly exhilarated, knowing the events that were about to unfold. Her body was on neither East or West Coast time. Her body was in tune to a time of its own. The sea coast of the libido wound the impatient clock in her cunt.
The tides were violent, the foam and froth were rising between Caroline's legs, and a million eager, hungry creatures danced in the salty flow of her pussy.
"Goodnight, Carl," she said, blowing her brother a kiss, hinting that he should not linger.
Carl kissed his sister on the lips, letting his tongue explore her mouth. Pretending to fumble, he deliberately cupped her left tit in his hand.
Then he bent over to kiss Carlotta, who had spread herself provocatively on a long sofa.
Caroline was amazed at the length of the kiss.
Carlotta reached forward to accept Carl's kiss, throwing her arms around his shoulders, dragging him closer to her body.
Caroline watched as Carlotta moved her tongue in and out of Carl's mouth, taking Carl's tongue inside her own moist lips.
They pressed their lips together and kissed passionately. Carlotta put her hand on Carl's chest and stroked his hard muscle lovingly.
"We will see you in the morning, Carl," Caroline said, raising her voice.
Carl broke the kiss.
"It's a pity you're so tired, Carl," Carlotta said.
Carl wished he could stay and fuck Carlotta on the couch in front of his sister. He wished he could fuck Carlotta and then fuck Caroline. His hard-on throbbed inside his pants. He was sure that the two women could see it. It was a bitch that Carlotta and Caroline were going to have all the fun and that he was just going to hide in the dressing room photographing their lust.
Reluctantly Carl left the room and went upstairs, leaving Caroline and Carlotta in the living room.
"Such a good looking young man, your brother," Carlotta said, "you are both exceedingly attractive young people."
"Well our father ... " Caroline began.
"Him too. And just between you and me, Caroline, your father is a superb lover," Carlotta confided.
"Is he really?" Caroline asked. She was interested.
"Oh, he's divine. To be honest with you, Caroline, I've been around. I used to sleep with a lot of people. Frankly, your father's cock is something else. I've never been so happy with a man."
Caroline knew now that she could get Carlotta to say and do anything.
"I'm afraid I look too much like my mother," Caroline said, her voice indicating sorrow.
Carlotta stirred on the couch, shifting her long beautiful legs, sipping her drink through her moist lips and looking into Caroline's eyes.
"I've never met your mother, of course, but she must be lovely if you look like her. You are an incredibly beautiful young woman, Caroline."
"Do you really think so, Carlotta? There is no greater compliment for a woman than to be told that she is beautiful by another woman who is."
"Yes, I do, Caroline," Carlotta said.
Caroline moved from her chair to sit down beside Carlotta on the couch.
She reached for Carlotta's face and pulled it gently toward her own. She planted her lips on Carlotta's, kissing her once delicately.
Caroline was amazed at how warmly Carlotta responded. She had expected only an affectionate, sisterly response. But the kiss Carlotta gave her was instantly sexual. Barriers were shattered immediately by the contact of their pressing lips.
Carlotta probed Caroline's warm mouth with her tongue, and parted her lips to receive Caroline's sudden thrust.
They lay on the couch together, wrapped in each other's arms, their lips pressed together, their tongues chasing each other in and out of their beautiful mouths.
Brazenly, Caroline placed her hands on Carlotta's body, fondling both heavy, freely hanging breasts.
Carlotta made no gesture to remove Caroline's hand. It was as though this lovely lesbian sex were inevitable.
Caroline massaged Carlotta's tits in her hands. She held one tit in her hand, filling her palm with the size and weight of the womanly breast. With her other hand she flicked and teased Carlotta's stiffening nipples.
Carlotta writhed on the couch, sighing with female pleasure.
Suddenly, Caroline felt Carlotta's hand investigating the wetness between her legs.
Caroline thrilled to the touch of Carlotta's hand on her groin. Carlotta massaged the thrilling mound of blonde pubis, stroking the delighted groove that encased her smoldering clit.
Carlotta played her fingers upon the opening of Caroline's oasis, playfully exploring the womanly wilderness of Caroline's cunt.
It was happening quickly, perfectly, and magically. Caroline was enchanted by the skillful attentions of Carlotta's touch.
Caroline put one of her own hands inside Carlotta's apricot negligee, teasing the forest of her luxuriant bush, making tiny circles around the perimeter of the woman's pussy.
Carlotta caressed Caroline's cunt.
"I want to kiss you down there," Carlotta said.
"I want you to. We must love and sex together, but let's go upstairs," Caroline said, just barely remembering the plan and Carl waiting with the camera.
"Yes, yes, we must go to bed, Caroline. We must lie on satin sheets with nothing on. I want to eat your naked pussy."
"Come upstairs with me," Caroline said, taking Carlotta by the hand, pulling her from, the sofa and helping her slightly staggering body across the room and up the stairs.
In her father's bedroom Caroline stripped the apricot negligee from Carlotta's eager body, careful to keep her back to the dressing room door through which Carl was photographing.
This was going to be the best performance of Carlotta's career.
Carlotta worked rapidly on Caroline's clinging red dress, undoing the tiny hooks and the intricate buttons.
"Umm, you have nothing on under your dress, you little sex-kitten," Carlotta purred.
"That's as it should be," Caroline said.
Carlotta lovingly lowered the dress down Caroline's lovely thighs, following the red fabric with her mouth, kissing each inch of Caroline's leg as the falling dress exposed her body.
Carlotta was kneeling on the carpet, squirming as she lavished Caroline's fragrant skin with kisses. She kissed Caroline's toes, her perfect ankles, her knees, her thighs, and then she buried her face in the sweet smelling groin of the sighing, panting girl.
Caroline pulled Carlotta to her feet, and they stood together in the room, their arms wrapped around each other, locking their lips in passionate kisses and pressing their excited female flesh together, tits to tits, bush to bush, thighs to thighs.
"Angel," Carlotta moaned, worshipping the beautiful young goddess.
Caroline rubbed her bush against Carlotta's, swooning with delicious sensation.
She pushed against Carlotta, coaxing her to the bed.
Caroline pressed hard against Carlotta's abundant tits, pushing her down on the bed.
Carlotta lay spread out on the bed, her arms and legs open to receive her female lover.
Caroline looked down at Carlotta's body. It was flayed lewdly on the bed, the legs spread, open for Caroline's attack.
Carlotta reached for Caroline's hand and pulled her down on the bed. Caroline fell on top of Carlotta's body, feeling her tits and beaver rubbing against her own.
They rolled over, Caroline keeping her back to the camera.
Carlotta kneeled between Caroline's legs and put her face into the heated crotch of the young over-heated woman.
Caroline felt Carlotta's lips kissing the flesh lips of her cunt. Carlotta's tongue probed into Caroline's hole, stirring the simmering juices, lapping them up, devouring the hot female gushes.
Suddenly, Caroline lost control. She didn't care about the camera. She sat up in the bed, pushing her crotch into Carlotta's face, and lowering her own mouth to kiss the eating woman's tits.
Caroline raced her tongue over Carlotta's nipples, feasting on the erect womanly flesh. She sucked all that she could of an entire breast into her mouth, and wrapped her arms tightly around Carlotta's body, clinging to the beautiful woman.
Dazed, Carlotta leaned forward in the bed, her face still licking and eating at the flesh of Caroline's pussy.
She extended her arm and fumbled for a drawer in the bedside table.
Caroline, her mouth full of Carlotta's tits, her hands thrilled by nipples and her cunt swooning to the treats of Carlotta's sucking, licking face, was astonished at the sight of an enormous rubber dildo.
Carlotta held it firmly in her hand and began to stroke it against Caroline's breasts.
Caroline thrilled to the touch of the flesh colored rubber against her tits, brushing tenderly on her excited nipples. She was awed by the size of its phallic shape.
As Carlotta rubbed the rubber cock against Caroline's tits, Caroline began to lick Carlotta's skin. She covered both tits with her slobbering mouth, then lowered her head to lick Carlotta's stomach. She traced the exquisite lines of Carlotta's torso, lowering her head, until finally her tongue abandoned itself to the bounties of Carlotta's bush.
Caroline lapped at the luxuriant female pubis, licking lovingly with her lubricous tongue.
She buried her face in Carlotta's cunt, while Carlotta dug deeper with her tongue into Caroline's hole. The two women ate each other's pussies, delighting in the taste and textures of their female banquet.
Carlotta rubbed the enormous dildo over every inch of Caroline's sex-flushed breasts, teasing the excited orbs and the stiff, aching nipples.
Caroline fed on Carlotta's cunt, relishing the warm saline flavor of the flooding discharges of the hot, swooning female box. She thought of it as the cunt that her father fucked, and she imagined that she tasted the thick masculine cream of his sperm. She gobbled eagerly, wanting every morsel of Carlotta's hot culinary cunt.
Suddenly, Caroline pressed down hard on Carlotta's hot clit, stabbing the flaming button with her fingers.
"Fuck me, Caroline," Carlotta moaned, thrusting the huge dildo into Caroline's hand.
Caroline felt the strange object in her hand. She traced the length of it with her finger, and delighted in the flesh-like texture of it.
"Suck it, first," Caroline said, aiming the dildo into the mouth that was eating her pussy.
Carlotta opened her mouth ever wider to take the enormous pseudo prick that Caroline was stuffing into her mouth.
The sight of Carlotta swallowing the enormous dildo sent sparks to Caroline's cunt. She was in a rapture of sex and fantasy.
"Suck my cock," Caroline growled, "suck my cock in your hot whore's mouth."
Carlotta swallowed the huge dildo, taking it all the way in her mouth, gagging and choking, but loving it.
Caroline rammed it all the way in, forcing it into Carlotta's sucking face all the way to the big rubbed balls at the base.
Quickly, Caroline pulled it out of Carlotta's face.
She pushed Carlotta forward on the bed, reached between her thighs and spread them far apart, aiming the split beaver directly into Carl's camera.
She rammed the dildo impatiently, deep into Carlotta's dark cunt.
Carlotta groaned in pain and pleasure. The dildo was huge and it was ripping her apart.
Caroline pressed the dildo hard into Carlotta's hole, punching the cunt with the hard rubber cock.
She straddled Carlotta's body, climbing up the woman's prone torso, rubbing her young buttocks against the woman's tits.
She reached behind her back to ram the dildo into Carlotta's pussy. She raced it in and out of the hot slippery hole, fucking Carlotta wildly with the dildo.
Carlotta thrashed and writhed on the bed, humping her body quickly on the mattress to make faster contact with Caroline's violent thrusts. She bucked her pelvis frantically, making the huge rubber cock speed in and out of her greedy gash. She wanted all of it. She wanted to be filled by the fast fucking dildo.
Carlotta grabbed Caroline's tits with both hands, squeezing them urgently, kneading them, caressing them.
Caroline moved forward on Carlotta's pinned body, lowering her dripping cunt into Carlotta's face, bumping hard into Carlotta's mouth, grinding her hot cunt against the woman's outstretched tongue and eager, excited lips.
Caroline humped her cunt against Carlotta's face and fucked the hole with the huge dildo.
"Ahh," Carlotta moaned, her mouth full of Caroline's dripping cunt, licking the hot streaming honey from the wet pink hole, "feed me your cunt, fuck my hole."
"Eat, cunt!" Caroline said, "drink all my hot steaming pussy cream!"
Caroline felt trembling, burning, scorching bliss between her legs. Carlotta's tongue was rapidly performing one miracle after another.
She raced the huge dildo in and out of Carlotta's pussy, and the fucked woman felt it tearing the tender tissues of her hole, wounding her wonderfully with its hard immensity.
They were building together to a perihelion of pleasure, epical ecstasy lacerated their loins.
They were wild creatures, writhing on the hot bed of their insatiable lust.
Carl had been watching their nymphomaniac insanity, his hard-on killing him in his pants. He stripped in the closet and began to jack himself off, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to join his sister and Carlotta, to complete their joy with his enormous, pulsing cock.
He threw the dressing room door open and stepped into the room, trespassing on their perverse privacy.