Chapter 4
Lisa gasped as she looked at herself in the mirror. The dress Carlotta had brought her was so daring! It was a floor length black crepe sheathe with a v-neckline slashed almost to her waist. Her full, melon-shaped breasts were almost completely visible, high and rounded and practically bursting out of the thin cloth, while her nipples could be seen protruding through the sheer black fabric.
But she looked beautiful and she knew it! She had never seen herself look like this. Like a woman. Like a beautiful grown woman, not a high school girl. The dress was slashed on both sides almost to the hip, and she admired her long, sleekly tanned legs in the little bejeweled sandals with very high heels that Carlotta had also brought for her.
As she gazed at her reflection in the mirror she felt a faint stirring of excitement between her legs and she turned quickly from her own image, ashamed of her narcissism.
"You look gorgeous."
She turned to face Cal at the door to her room.
"Don't you knock?"
"Hey, come on baby. You have a right to admire yourself."
The look in his eyes bothered Lisa. Something about it reminded her of Bill Robinson. She pushed the thought from her mind.
"The guests are starting to arrive ...
come on downstairs and I'll introduce you around. And listen, don't let the famous faces throw you, honey ... You're more beautiful than any one of them ..."
"Oh, Cal ... this is all so wonderful. I don't know how I'll ever repay you."
"Don't worry about a thing," he said slipping his arm around her tiny waist and leading her down the long staircase into the main ballroom where the party was just beginning.
Lisa had never seen anything like this in her life. It was like movies she had seen about the court of Versailles. The ballroom walls were all mirrored and crystal Chandeliers illuminated the room with a magical glow.
And then Lisa began to notice the faces. There was not one she did not recognize!
"Well, hello, hello, helloooo." It was Ace Carbone, greeting Cal, asking to be introduced to Lisa. She'd seen his face so often she almost felt as if she knew him. She'd seen him on Johnny Carson's show, and on Merv Griffin's, had seen his pictures in hundreds of newspaper and magazine photos. She could smell the liquor on his breath as he put his hands roughly around her waist and kissed her wetly on the cheek.
Cal handed her a glass of scotch as a waiter brought a tray of drinks around and he began introducing her to people. She felt like she was dreaming... it was like stepping inside a fan magazine. He introduced her to Jack Pennyson, and Warren Bailey, to Liz and Liza and Fay... When she shook hands with Barry Brand, still magnetically charming though his hair was now almost pure white, she could feel her knees go weak with the thrill of it. Over in the corner she noticed a beautiful aging redheaded woman wearing dark glasses and seated alone. "Who's that?" she asked Cal.
"That's Helen Cresci!"
"Wow! I didn't know she was still alive!" Helen Cresci had been the biggest star Hollywood had ever known in the thirties and forties. Then, overnight she had left the acting business and was rarely seen in public.
Her first drink was replaced with a second and Lisa was feeling lightheaded and excited. There was an air of expectancy in the room and vaguely Lisa wondered why everyone seemed to be waiting for something.
"Okay, everyone . . ." Carbone's New York street voice boomed above the crowd ... "Show time folks ... We are about to begin."
"Oh .. . are we going to see a movie?" Lisa asked, but her question was ignored. She was beginning to feel a little dizzy. Was this her third drink ... or her fourth ...?
She followed Cal to a screening room and was seated beside him as the lights dimmed. She heard the sound of the projector beginning to roll and a set of elaborate credits came up in the flaming red-orange colors of the old Hollywood spectaculars. The film was called, The Victim. Lisa tried to remember if she'd ever seen it on television.
The scene opened in an old-fashioned Victorian boudoir, with a huge four-poster bed in the middle. The film was in color, but a faded color, and looked very old. It must be a classic, Lisa thought. A young woman, dressed in a high-necked gown walked into the room.
Lisa recognized her immediately. "Why, that's Helen Cresci isn't it?"
Cal nodded.
Lisa watched as the famous movie star began to remove her clothes.
"She looks so young. This movie must have been made a long time ago."
Again Cal just nodded. Lisa was puzzled. There wasn't much nudity in films when Helen Cresci was that young.
She watched with interest as the movie star pulled off the dress, leaving only her lace panties and bra. Then Helen Cresci began to run her hands sensually over her hips and belly. Then, Lisa was astounded as she watched the woman remove her lacy black brassiere, revealing the smooth white skin of her firm full breasts and began running her fingers on the tips of her cherry-red nipples, making them grow visibly hard.
Lisa could feel her heart beating in her chest. Something was very wrong! Why was Helen Cresci taking her clothes off in a movie obviously made thirty years ago.
On the screen Helen Cresci was parading nakedly around the room wearing only stockings and a garter belt.
Someone refilled her glass and Lisa continued to sip it.
In the film a man-oh goodness, it was Barry Brand- had just climbed in the window of the room.
It was just like a movie she had seen Barry Brand in about a cat burglar-only in the real movie, Helen Cresci had not been stark naked!
"Okay, my pretty... on all fours!" Barry Brand was ordering her in his crisp, slightly British tones.
"Oh, no!" Helen Cresci looked terrified. "No, please!"
Lisa watched in utter disbelief as Barry Brand, larger than life on the screen, suddenly ripped the flimsy material of Helen's lace panties from her body.
Now Lisa could see the full, round globes of Helen Cresci's ass protruding from her garter belt. The innocent young blonde could not believe her eyes. Barry Brand was pushing his hand now between Helen's smooth white inner thighs.
"Good Grief!" Lisa exclaimed. "What kind of a movie is this!?" She wanted to run but she was frozen-afraid, embarrassed and ... fascinated.
There was Barry Brand with his fingers far up inside Helen Cresci's pussy. At first the redheaded movie star fought and protested Barry Brand's brutal treatment, and her body writhed and fought against him, but uselessly. Gradually, Lisa began to notice a subtle change in the woman's voice. It was still moaning, but softer now, as if she was really enjoying it.
The camera had a close-up of Helen's ass-cheeks now and Lisa could make out the scarlet valley of moist flesh inside her hair-lined pussy slit, could actually see the moisture now seeping from her pussy. Lisa could hardly believe her eyes.
This was a dirty movie starring Barry Brand and Helen Cresci and they weren't acting. This was too realistic to be acting ... this was .. . real sex.
Lisa continued to drink the scotch in front of her, as if somehow it could extinguish the fire which was beginning to kindle in her own loins. It was almost as if she herself were being touched between her legs by Barry Brand.
Lisa knew she should ask Cal to get her out of here, but something inside her was making her stay. A deep sense of shame began to overwhelm her because she was becoming excited by the obscene images on the screen.
She looked up again and now was able to see the great pulsing bulge in the crotch of the film actor's tight "cat burglar" pants. Lisa took in her breath sharply as she watched the handsome actor begin to undress. This was too unbelievable! Barry Brand slid his tight pants down over his legs and Lisa thought she would faint. He wore no underwear and as the pants slid down his legs, she saw the thick meatiness of his blood engorged erection suddenly spring straight out from the black triangle of his pubic hair!
Barry Brand, the matinee idol who, fully dressed, could make women swoon, was larger than life on the screen now with a huge, throbbing erection, a turgid stiffness of lusting flesh that looked larger than Bill Robinson's! Much larger! The spongy purplish cock head was throbbing and Lisa could see one tiny drop of seminal fluid nestled just inside the little slit at the end.
He was standing behind the redheaded actress now, holding his throbbing cock in one hand as he moved closer to her nakedly exposed buttocks. When he moved his hips forward, his lust-hardened cock was only an inch from the crevice between her ass-cheeks. For a moment he stroked his cock, and Lisa could not believe how huge and throbbing it looked.
"Cal, please, I have to go," she begged. She did not belong here. This whole party, movie stars or no, was a wicked place to be. She had to leave. "Please Cal... please... get me out of here!"
He glanced over at her. He could feel the flush in her cheeks and knew she was excited by what she was seeing. "Hey, now don't be a little prude. You're a big girl in the big city now, baby." Lisa was hurt, but still she made no move to leave by herself. Where would she go? She had no car, she didn't really even know where they were.
Despite herself she found her attention drawn back to the screen and now she saw that Helen Cresci's buttocks were now spread so that Lisa could see her tightly puckering anus. Oh my God! She suddenly understood. Barry Brand was going to put his penis there! Oh God! What a horrible thing to do.
What she saw next on the screen was almost beyond belief, filling her with a revulsion she almost could not endure. But why was she just frozen to the spot. Was she too drunk to move, or too frightened- or too curious?
Barry Brand was bending forward now, his face close to the tiny brownish puckering ring. Then his tongue slid out and began to probe her asshole.
"Ooooh," Lisa heard Helen Cresci moan lasciviously now. "Aaaaaaahhhhhhiiiiee-eeee ... put it in my ass, baby. Fuck me in the ass!"
Brand's middle finger replaced his mouth then and wormed its way deeply into the tightly sucking rubbery passage of her rectum. She could see that his finger was sunk all the way up into the tight clinging passage, and Lisa cringed as she heard the movie star scream from what appeared to be a strange combination of pleasure and pain.
In and out, in and out, Brand's finger teased and Helen Cresci wriggled her naked buttocks back against the palm of his hand making deep mewls of pleasure. At the same time Brand was stroking on his erect throbbing cock with his other hand.
Then suddenly the actor pulled his finger from the redhead's anus with a quick movement that made a slight sucking noise as it popped clear of the tight passage. Lisa was astounded at the size Brand's cock had grown to. The huge purple head seemed to visibly throb with his passion, as brutally he dug his fingers into the actress's buttocks flesh, pulling them apart to prepare for the ultimate entry.
Lisa was shocked to find that she was unconsciously squirming her now warmly moistening pussy against the chair beneath her. She felt Cal's arm lightly on her shoulders now, felt his hand accidentally graze her breast, sending thrilling shocks of electricity through her body. He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the neck and though she protested-"Oh, please, Cal, no!"-she felt her body flush heatedly all over.
On the screen Barry Brand had just pressed his hips forward and Lisa watched wide-eyed now as the purple, spongy cock-head came in contact with the tightly puckering anal opening. Helen continued to wriggle her buttocks back as Barry Brand's blood-throbbing cock pushed hard against the rubbery brownish-pink hole. The tightly elastic flesh was resisting the entry of his blue-veined stiffness and then Lisa gasped audibly as she watched the film star's huge cock slide suddenly up the girl's anal passage.
Helen shrieked in pain. "Aiiiiiieeeeee! Oooowwwwww!" as her rear passage was stretched almost beyond its capacity. But Brand did not withdraw. She could see the famous cocky smile on his sensually cruel lips as he fucked still deeper, ravaging her tiny nether passage yet another inch further.
"Aarrrrgggghhhhhh! Aieeeeee!" Helen Cresci was screaming in agony, trying to pull her hips away from the huge, blood engorged member plundering her nether regions, but Brand had her firmly around the waist with his big strong hands, and she was powerless.
Again and again Barry Brand thrust his enormous, blood-swollen member even deeper into the actress's tightly resisting anal opening as she writhed in agony and begged for mercy. He was fucking her, battering her with enormous force, his balls slapping harshly against her hotly seeping cuntal crevice.
Never had Lisa seen a human being experience as much pain as Helen Cresci, and her own fingers were clutching the arms of her chair, knuckles bone white, in empathy. Then she shut her eyes tight. She couldn't watch this hideous cruel obscenity any longer.
It was the change in Helen Cresci's cries that made her open her eyes again. "Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" Lisa heard the actress mewl with definite undertones of pleasure. "Oooooohhhhhh!"
The redheaded film actress's buttocks were grinding now in slow rolling motions as if she wanted Brand's huge throbbing cock fucking even deeper into her anal passage. Then slowly, the actor withdrew his long thickness from the depths of the widely stretched rectum. God! thought Lisa, unconsciously pressing her still moistening pussy against her seat even harder. Goodness!It's so much bigger than anything I've ever seen.
Then suddenly the huge, lust-engorged stiffness was plunging deep again into the seething depths of Helen Cresci's painfully stretched rectal opening. Lisa couldn't believe the look of ecstasy on the actress's face, couldn't believe the hotly churning sensations in her own belly.
Oh God! I never should have sat here and watched this. This is awful!
Cal was lightly circling her nipple now with his sure fingers through the sheer black fabric of her dress.
"No ... no," she whispered in protest, as thrilling shivers of heated excitement coursed through her body from his touch. "Please, Cal. It's wrong."
"Gotta grow up sometime sweetheart," Cal grinned.
"Please. Let's leave."
Cal only smiled in response. "Now, you don't really want to go, do you?"
Lisa couldn't bear to admit the truth to herself. She didn't want to go. That is, part of her didn't want to go. Her body didn't want to leave the thrilling passion of this experience. But her mind-her mind shrieked with the same pained protest as when Bill Robinson had raped her-her mind worked hard to protect her innocence, and the result of this struggle between mind and body was that she was immobile. And the sensations in her own belly continued to grow. She could feel the dampness between her own legs grow greater and greater. Her innocent young pussy was so hot and damp with excitement. It was awful, but that was what was happening. It was up to her now. She had to leave. It didn't matter that she didn't know where she would go. She had to get out of here.
Suddenly she stood up.
Cal grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her back into the seat.
"Don't be an idiot, sweetheart," he said harshly.
She tried to stand again.
This time he was even rougher, and she could feel his fingers bruising her bare slender arm.
"I said stay."
Something in his tone made her afraid to defy him. She took another sip of scotch and felt it warm her belly. Now she could feel the tip of her own hardened clitoris against the thin fabric of her panties, sending flashing shocks of electricity through her body, making her flush still more with excitement.
"Fuck my ass, baby lover. Oh God! Fuck it good. Fuck it hard!"
Lisa could not believe the obscenities spilling from Helen Cresci's mouth as Barry Brand drove his cock in and out of her burning rectal passage with longer and harder strokes. Her buttocks were undulating rhythmically and the hot liquids from her cunt were dripping down the soft inner flesh of her creamy, milky white thighs.
Lisa glanced at Cal. He had a wide grin on his face. Then Lisa's eyes dropped lowe unconsciously, to his crotch. Good Go What a hard bulge he had between his legs. Oooohh! Lisa was losing control. The sight of Cal's thick hard-on through his pants made her swallow hard. She wasn't herself; she felt so lost, helpless to fight the powerful sensations coursing through her body.
The couple on the screen were fucking in a more wild rhythm now as their orgasms neared. Helen was screwing back her buttocks wildly, obscenities coursing from her mouth between the animalistic mewls and groans of pleasure.
"Oooooo, make me cum, baby. Make me cum. Oooohhhhhh!" she cried shrilly, almost incoherently. Her red hair flew wildly from side to side and her huge breasts swayed beneath her body, the nipples hard and red and distended now. Harder and harder Brand buffeted her slender body as Lisa stared transfixed, her eyes watching as Brand's lust-bloated testicles swung back and forth, swung up between Helen Cresci's thighs on the forward stroke. Lisa's own cunt was on fire now. Oh God! She wanted to do something to relieve it. Wanted to touch herself, but she didn't dare!
"Aaaaaaah. . .. Oooooohhhh.. .. Aiee-eeee.... I'm-I'm cummmmiiiiiinnnngg-gg! Oooh, Fuck . . . Fuck harder . . . harderrrr!"
Then suddenly, Helen Cresci was shaking and jerking wildly, screaming out her earth-shattering climax. Lisa could even see the hot liquid of her pussy juices running wetly down her inner thighs from the pink opening of her hair-fringed pussy slit.
Brand fucked deeper, still deeper into the actress's tight elastic rectal opening and Helen Cresci continued to scream and jerk her orgasm, begging Brand to fill her asshole with his hot cum.
Brand felt the beginning of his self-control slipping. He began pounding all the more solidly into her trembling body.
Then, with a wild groan, Brand's cock released the pent-up sperm and began shooting hot blasts of searing cum deep up inside the famous actress's rectal opening.
The redheaded actress was still coming, her wild cries like an animal symphony of accompaniment. "Oooooohhhh! Aiiiiieeee-ee! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." she chanted mindlessly, her face contorted with passion His cock felt as if it as about to be detached from his body and left inside hers.
For the first time Lisa was very aware of the others in the room .. . sounds and groans and sighs seemed to surround her and the whole room seemed to be taking part in the scene on the screen in front of them.
Brand's cum was still pumping hotly into Helen Cresci's widely stretched anal opening, squirting in great explosive blasts from his enormous cock. It seemed it would never end. Lisa was horrified at the explosive excitement she could feel deep inside her own cunt as Brand finished his orgasm. Despite herself she was wishing she had been Helen Cresci, able to have Barry Brand's enormous blood-hardened cock pounding relentless into her own helplessly stretched anal opening even though she had never experienced it.
Oh No! What was she thinking? She took another drink of scotch and let it work its calming magic over her confused and tormented being.