Chapter 3
They rolled on the bed, locked in each other's arms.
Laura Beth was squealing with glee, tipsy with wine, heady with sexual longing. She felt a tremendously overpowering need to be protected and what better security could a young girl alone in New York find than in the arms of an older man, a father figure, a man who indeed did remind her very much of Eban Coates.
So now she was no longer afraid or aware of anything other than the steely strength locked in Marty's arms, the way he pushed her over onto her back, rubbing the hot rigid length of his swollen member back and forth across her juicy and tender young split.
Ericson was beyond reason, moaning as hotly and loudly as Laura Beth. He could feel the outer lips of her lush reddish-haired snatch gaping slightly, embracing his cock like a bun around a frankfurter. He pushed her onto her back and lay on top of her, warm and heavy and almost deranged with uncontrollable passion.
He could see excitement reflected in her eyes and even when he stopped moving, merely lying on top of her firm young body, she pumped her hips forward, demanding him to fuck her, trying to wedge his thick hot cock into her pussy.
"Please, please shove it into me, Mr. Eric-son," she begged, shaking fitfully against him, never before having felt the kind of insatiable sexual needs which she was a victim of, helpless in their salacious grip.
Marty grinned, burning with desire. He rose up, resting on his knees, bracing himself with one hand outstretched alongside her shoulders. And then, before he even touched her cunt, he bent his head down and stuck out his tongue.
It seemed to her, seconds before he lashed it over each firm taut young nipple, that it was as red and swollen as his cock, strong and virile as the rest of his body. And when he probed the tender points which capped each heavy globe, she writhed in ecstasy, burning up inside and feeling the walls of her cunt twitching beyond control, the vaginal muscles pulling in and out, sucking at the air as more and more juice streamed down her wet and overheated sheath.
"Yes, do that ... ohh it's so good, so hot. I love you. I want you to pump it into me, hurry, fuck me, fill my cunt with your big strong cock and then come, come like a storm, cream into me," she babbled, driven wild with desire.
"I will," he told her, licking her tits with his wide raspyedged tongue. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, baby, that you won't be able to walk. Because I know you need cock inside of you, all the time. Don't you, Laura Beth, don't you want cock and more cock, big thick manly cocks shoving in and out of your mouth, your ass, your fucking tight little cooze!"
"Yes, yes I do, I want it!" she screamed, reaching down and wrapping her fingers around his thick burning hose. And then, before he could say another word, she pushed forward, ramming her wet dripping cunt right against the round bulbous head of his huge virile tool.
A scream rose up from the depths of her body and he stopped sucking on her tits, pulled her eager young fingers away from his meat and pumped down with all of his might, ramming more than half the length of his penis right into place.
Laura Beth's eyes bugged out as she felt the sudden penetration, the way her cunt was now being stretched mercilessly. Glancing down she saw how he was holding himself steady, his penis cut in two, half-hidden from sight.
Marty moaned feverishly, loving the wet hot embrace of her pussy, the way her cunt muscles were already clenching and unclenching, squeezing around his distended cock-shaft, a mouth sucking him deeper and deeper into her gaping and distended snatch.
"Yeah, watch me move it into you, sugar," he groaned, ramming down, thrusting from his hips as his heavy burly body hovered above her and she strained to meet his savage strokes, pushing forward even as he nailed her to the bed and pierced her to the very quick.
It took but one more forward lunge, one more feverish and animalistic stroke, for him to completely bury his cock into place. And then he stopped and rubbed his chest over her tits, his body hair tickling and scratching her heavy young boobs.
"So much, so big inside of me," she whispered, licking her parched lips as he moved from left to right, the entire hidden shaft of his penis frictioning against one cunt wall and then the other.
Marty was a master and he had dreamed of just such a seduction as this for years. To have himself a teenager, a hot-blooded innocent young girl like Laura Beth, was something he had always fantasized about. And now that she was his, for he knew right then and there that she would move into his apartment as soon as she could collect her things at the Y, he thought of everything he could do to her, the games of sexuality he would teach his hungry young pupil.
It was with this thought in mind that he began to move, pulling his thick burning dong almost all the way out of her cunt until just the blood-engorged glans was tickling and frictioning against her clit, before shoving down again.
The jerkiness of his movements made her thrash about on the bed and she felt herself coming even before he worked himself up into a rhythm. "Yes, more, harder, slam it into me," she moaned, her skin flushed and her body hot and sweaty as she wrapped her legs around the small of his back, gripped his shoulders and pushed forward just as he thrust down into her widely distended pussy.
"Beautiful, so tight and juicy. You're a tender little piece, Laura Beth, and I'm gonna see to it that you're a star, that you have all the fucking cock you can handle. You want that, don't you?" thinking specifically of the kind of movies he would be able to get her starring roles in, though he didn't care to discuss it at the moment.
"Yes ... I'll do anything, anything you ask, anything you want," she moaned, starting to come and screaming out as he heaved forward, crushing her to the bed, laying heavily on top of her so that only his ass and pecker seemed to move, jerking and pistoning in and out of her wet and burning twat.
And as she came and he felt the rippling way her cunt muscles clenched around his buried pole, he reached down with both of his hands, rearing up and kneeling before her as he gripped her bottom-cheeks and pulled her back and forth along the length of his cock.
She struggled and writhed against him and he rocked on the bed, fucking her with one mean savage stroke after another, his balls thwacking furiously against the tender flesh between her reddened and burning buttocks.
"More, I'm giving you fucking more, baby," he hissed. "Watch my cock ... tell me what it feels like, how good it feels now that a man, a real man is fucking you, baby!"
"It ... it doesn't stop," she panted, still coming, the ecstasy of her climax flooding her, bathing her in its warm searing folds. She kept watching him stroking into her, the head of his cock banging against the back of her cunt, pulling her vaginal walls apart each time he slugged it into her.
Marty was breathless, about to cream as well. Just the way she was still moving was getting him off and he pinched and clawed at her ass cheeks, wanting to corn-hole her too, to do everything he could think of to her voluptuous young body.
"Do it, shoot it, I can't stop, I'm burning ... burning!" she shouted, clawing at his shoulders as he heaved into her, pulling her still higher up against his hairy crotch.
"Now ... now you'll feel it, baby. Feel a man's cock ripping into your tight little pussy. Ohh it's so good, Laura Beth. I can't stop myself, I'm gonna come."
"Yes, shoot it into me, hurry come, come now," she squealed, wanting to feel the hot gushing cream spurting into her snatch, filling her cunt with thick wads of his manly seed.
And then, roaring into the air like a stallion coupled to a mare, Marty Ericson finally lost control. He was overpowering her, completely making her do his very bidding. Laura Beth moved with him, hungry now, greedy for his hot frothy load.
Unable to speak, driven beyond the point of control, he lashed out, striking her cervix as he jabbed in and out, harder, faster than ever before. And then he fell forward, pinning her against him, his sweaty body crushing her down as he stiffened and felt his cream soaring up the length of his cock-shaft.
The muscles around the base of his penis went out of control and he started shooting as she begged for more, shaking as she felt the first sticky gushes of his gism pouring into her cunt. They moaned and rolled about on the bed as he came with the strength of three men, not one, making her father's virile performance seem amateurish in comparison.
She was his now, in every way.
She wanted this and now she moved with him as he spit and swore like a wild man, coming with one fierce throbbing ejaculation after another. She felt the pellets of his manly come like bullets, his climax as strong and aggressive as everything else about him.
My father, my father, she thought then, safe in his arms as he spent inside of her, draining his balls dry, panting and burying his head in the pillows as the last hot wads of his come poured into her gaping trench.
And then, his body still twitching spasmodically, he closed his eyes and stopped moving, depleted of every last drop of his hot searing load. His weight comforted her and she gasped for breath and wiggled her hips forward, pulling his cock down into her slippery come-filled hole, not wanting to relin-guish her grip even as his dick slowly began to go limp inside of her.
Closing her eyes, she smiled and drifted off into a deep and untroubled sleep.
The move was accomplished the first thing in the morning.
Marty took her over to the Y, helped her pack what few things she had and even kept his promise, stopping at a cheap department store and buying her some clothes. Then, once they had deposited the things at his apartment and Laura Beth had changed, they headed downtown to meet the man Marty promised would put her in the movies.
"The thing with this business, baby, is that you have to start at the bottom. I mean, look at Monroe, for example. She modeled in the nude for calendars and shit and then look what happened to her. Besides, nowadays everyone's an exhibitionist. All the top actresses in Hollywood don't think twice about walking around naked in their films."
She listened, rapt with attention.
Laura Beth believed everything Marty told her, which was exactly what he wanted. He knew that he would be able to make a fortune getting her roles in skin flicks, giving her just enough of an allowance to make her happy.
So he kept repeating his initial argument, slowly working the discussion up until he had equated skin flicks with art films. That was all Laura Beth had to hear. "I'll do it!" she blurted out, convinced of the wisdom of his words.
Marty could barely contain himself.
He had visions of money coming in, living in a style he had always wanted and had never been able to achieve. Erotipose Studios barely made enough to meet his expenses, but he knew the pay scale for skin flicks, especially the kind proliferating in Times Square movie houses. Laura Beth was a shoe-in, no doubt about it.
It was called Veneris Films Ltd., which Laura Beth didn't understand but decided right off the bat was quite arty to begin with. They sat in an office several shades less squalid than Marty's digs while she kept looking nervously around while Ericson discussed her "career" with a man whom he called the kingpin of the industry, Harry Ebing.
He was another cigar-smoker, paunchy and jovial, giving Laura Beth the eye so that she hoped she wouldn't have to lie down on the casting couch with him, something she'd garnered from her fan magazine stories. But Ebing was more interested in making money and one look at Laura Beth and her resemblance to Monroe told him everything he had to know.
"Where do you come in?" he asked Ericson.
"I'm her manager," Marty said, winking conspiratorially.
"Five hundred to start. We'll work her up on a graduated scale, an additional one hundred or one-fifty per flick. I'll have my secretary prepare a contract first thing this afternoon. And we start shooting tonight ... late, dig it?" Ebing replied.
Marty dug it all right and when he hustled Laura Beth out of the office, she was almost in tears, so excited that she had been hired without even having to take a screen test. And the idea of starting work that very same day made her even happier.
"Here kid, buy yourself some more clothes. We're gonna be in the money, you and me both," Marty told her, handing her five tens and feeling like a sport.
She shopped the rest of the afternoon, never having seen so much money at one time. And being naturally innocent and frugal, gullible as well, she was even able to purchase a small but adequate wardrobe at one of the bargain clothing stores downtown.
She returned to the apartment where Marty had her sign another contract, this one guaranteeing him seventy per cent of her income. Laura Beth didn't read the small print of course, but few girls from the Ozarks ever do.
It was arranged and she was starting her career. So nothing else mattered to her, even if she was being conned, and conned royally, at that. They toasted her new success with cheap red wine. But for Laura Beth Coates, she could have been drinking champagne, it tasted just as good.
He made sure she drank just enough to feel a little giddy and then, close to ten o'clock, he took her back downtown to Ebing's studio loft. Just the idea of watching them film her in action turned him on and in the cab he took hold of her nearest hand and made her give him a hand-job in the back seat.
She wasn't even self-conscious, anxious to please him now that he had done so much for her. So with girlish enthusiasm she unzipped his trousers and stuck her hand inside, feeling the hard hot length of his thick cock just waiting for her sensual touch.
The cabbie caught the scene through his rearview mirror, but it turned him on as much as it turned on Ericson. And when it was over and he had wiped himself dry with a handkerchief, he caught his breath and told her that the first film she'd shoot had to do with the generation gap, a most current topic at that.
Ebing had outlined it to him and Marty told Laura Beth that she would get to play the part of a drug-crazed teenybopper, down in her luck until she meets a kindly middle-aged gentleman who offers to adopt her.
"It's very pertinent to the problems of today's complex technocracy," he concluded.
But Laura Beth hadn't really been listening. She was daydreaming, picturing her new life, what it would be like once she became a star. The wine had gotten to her, just as Marty had hoped and when they entered the studio she was flushed with excitement, anxious to get going as soon as possible.
Ebing and his crew were just as eager.
They gave her a costume of sorts, skintight hot pants and a see-through blouse, rouging her cheeks while the arc light and cameras were readied. The set looked like a studio apartment and even though Ebing cut corners, he was still making enough bread to keep raising the quality of his productions so that the furniture and set was fairly realistic and respectable.
"Don't I have any lines?" she asked when they told her what her role would be.
"Improvise ... it gives it a documentary touch," Marty hastily explained.
He didn't want her to know that the film would be without sound, a fairly cheap quickie production, to be shot as it happened. Then, Laura Beth was introduced to the man who would play her kindly benefactor. He was an out of work actor whose one claim to fame had always been the equipment he carried between his legs, equipment that had sometimes secured him parts after demonstrating his sexual prowess with lady producers and casting directors.
"You are indeed lovely, Miss Coates," he said, kissing her hand in mock French chivalry.
But she was immediately charmed by his handsome good looks and manly appearance, pleased to know that Larry DeWolfe would be her first leading man. And then the crew assembled, the cameras were readied and Laura Beth shivered with anxiety as she stepped behind the curtain and the fake window she would soon have to crawl through, pretending to crash a stranger's apartment, needing a place to sleep for the night.
"Roll it!" someone yelled.
And then Laura Beth went through her paces.
The set was darkened as she lifted the window and crawled over the papier-mƒch‚ sill, stepping over the couch and then falling instantly asleep. They were calling out directions and she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her see-through blouse as the camera zeroed in on her knockers, all but visibly through the transparent material.
Then she yawned, stretched her arms and pretended to be asleep. Seconds later, DeWolfe opened the side door and flicked on a light. He'd been told about Laura Beth's innocence and he played his part to the hilt, anxious to get into her pants and fuck the shit out of her.
Besides, money was money and now that he'd given up on serious acting, skin flicks suited him to the letter, being just up his rather jaded alley. "What are you doing here!" he demanded, shutting the door behind him and crossing his arms, looking angry as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"I'm ... I'm all alone. I don't have a place to spend the night," she said, hoping she sounded authentic as she kept staring at him, suddenly aware that he was looking at her with more than just casual interest.
"You poor child," he cooed, moving towards her and sitting down on the couch, putting his arm around her shoulders.
"Yes, I'm all alone. I have no one to turn to," she whimpered, pressing her head against his chest.
His hand moved lower and even as she pretended to cry, his fingers were rubbing across her naked boobs, his hand slipping right inside her blouse. Laura Beth was about to protest, but Larry seemed to know exactly how to turn her on.
like the other men she had met, he too had a fatherly adult quality about him, though at thirty-five he was still in his sexual prime. Now, as he sought out her lips, he rubbed his fingers over her nipples, pinching and tweaking them as she felt herself having the chills, turned on by what he was doing to her.
And that it was for the art of film, made it all the more appealing. Slowly, she began to feel less anxious, less afraid, no longer self-conscious of the cameras or the director calling out and telling them what to do.
"It's just you and me, little one," Larry whispered, laying her gently down on the couch and kneeling alongside of her. Quickly, he undid the rest of the buttons, staring at her heavy white jugs, the nipples firm and rose-red, hot with passion.
"Yes, anything, anything so I won't be alone," she replied, believing her role, no longer acting as he bent his head down and she screamed out, feeling his teeth scraping over her jugs, his lips fastening themselves tightly around each swollen heaving globe.
He was manipulating her brilliantly and her resistance and shyness faded the more he tongued her breasts, sucking on each rosy nipple, lapping and sliding his tongue over every inch of her heavy lush knockers. The pleasure couldn't be ignored and Laura Beth surprised herself, not needing any more instructions as she reached down and pressed one eager young hand between Larry's legs.
"My god!" she screamed out. "It's so big, so fucking big!"
"All the better to fuck you with, my darling," he grinned, trembling as he slid his tongue lower, licking down her chest, diving into her navel even as she groaned and flinched on the couch, rubbing her fingers over the thick unwieldly projection of his cock, a cock that pouched up the side of one trouser leg, reaching halfway down to his knee.
"That's it, Laura Beth. Show him how grateful you are for having a place to spend the night," the director called out.
But by then she was being driven mad, incoherent with excitement. Even as she pulled her blouse completely off and tossed it onto the floor, ignoring the whir of the cameras, the heat of the arc lights, Larry was unbuttoning her hot pants, trying to tug them off and dive down into her crotch.
"Yes," she told him then. "I want your mouth there ... everywhere. I need it. You're a man and I'm such a little girl and I need love."
He smiled to himself, wildly aroused, glad Ebing had invested in what he considered prime beef, a choice morsel he hungered to devour with every part of his body. And as he tugged at her hot pants, Laura Beth kicked off her shoes as the cameras moved closer.
She ignored them, all eyes to Larry DeWolfe as she lifted her ass off the couch and he shucked off the scanty skintight hot pants with a savage and eager flick of his wrists. A moan escaped her lips the instant her pussy was bared, for she hadn't been wearing panties underneath the hot pants.
"Yes, you need a man, all right," he agreed, driven wild with lust as he stared at the crisp furry triangle and swollen mound between her legs.
"Lick me there," she begged. "Do anything ... everything to me."
He fully intended to, director's orders or not.
"Open the bed first!" the director yelled, just as excited as everyone else in the studio. They were jaded, accustomed to public sex, but few of the men in the film crew had ever seen a chick as hot-blooded and attractive as sixteen-year-old Laura Beth Coates.
Quickly, anxious to get started, Larry got to his feet and grabbed Laura Beth's nearest arm. He pulled her up and she blinked, staggering to her feet while he threw off the cushions on the convertible couch and pulled it open.
She'd only seen convertibles in magazines and the idea of being able to sleep on one delighted her. But not nearly as much as the hard rigid bulge she discerned along one of his thighs, the outline of his cock making her mouth water.
"Turn to the camera and spread your legs and finger-fuck yourself while he gets the bed ready!"
She didn't hesitate.
She turned around and bowed her legs, smiling seductively as her hands came down along her flanks and she pressed her fingers against the wet swollen flaps bordering the opening into her snatch. And then she spread them wide as the cameras got closer, focusing on the wet reddened flesh of her vulva, her clit wiggling in anticipation of the pleasure she knew she would soon be experiencing.
Larry got the bed ready and then moved towards her, lifting her up in his arms and throwing her on top of the mattress. "Yes, hurry!" she groaned as he ripped off his jacket and undid his tie, throwing his clothes onto the floor.
She watched him, her eyes opened wide, her middle finger probing in and out of her hot dripping cunt. She couldn't stop shaking and now that she had gotten this far, she knew that the rest would be easy and even more exciting, doubly pleasurable for all concerned.
"Very good, that's it. Show him that you think he's a real man," the director instructed.
So even as Larry hastened to unbutton his shirt and pull it off, Laura Beth moved around on the pull-out bed and knelt in front of him. Her hands came up and she made short work of unbuckling his slim alligator belt, undoing the top trouser button and then quickly unzipping his fly.
He groaned and pumped his hips forward, throwing off his shirt and displaying his burly muscular chest. "That's it. Give daddy a good suck, sugar. Show me how much you love your sugar daddy!"
She didn't have to be told what to do after that.
Anxious to prove herself to everyone concerned, Larry in particular, she grabbed the waistband of his gray flannel trousers and yanked his pants down, pushing them off of his waist and hips, lower still until it was her turn to groan, even as his trousers fell to his ankles and he stepped out of them.
For arching up behind the fly of his tight white cotton briefs was the massive projection of his cock, a cock that had gotten him work whenever he was out of luck and bread. "Come on, little girl. Do a job for daddy," he told her, standing there with his hands on his hips as she visibly trembled, gasping for breath.
She peeled his shorts down, baring the thick wiry crop of brown pubic hair fanning out around his crotch. And then it sprang out of confinement, knocking her breath away, a huge throbbing member like the equipment of a mule, a third arm she could only gaze at with childish wonder and amazement.
Taking hold of the base of his awesome and oversized member, Larry rubbed the leaking head of his penis across Laura Beth's lips. She could feel the sticky trails of pre-come smearing across her mouth and the head of his cock was a veritable fist as she stuck out her tongue and licked across the bulbous glans.
No one spoke after that.
Instructions were unnecessary, nor was there any need for either Larry DeWolfe or Laura Beth Coates to pretend or act. She was wildly aroused, her cunt burning, the walls palpitating as he kept on groaning, shivering the excitement and rubbing his meat across her lips.
"Suck on it!" he hissed, pushing forward, forcing her to open her mouth as he clutched his straining mammoth dong and shoved the head of it right between her lips.
They stretched wide, wider than she had ever experienced and she gagged as he lurched forward, ramming his cock down her throat. Laura Beth kept choking, but she didn't want him to stop, even then. She grabbed the base of his penis and felt the thick braided veins standing out along his cock-shaft.
Unable to get her fingers completely around his tool, she could only grasp it as best she could, fondling his heavy pendulous nuts with her other hand while he mouth-fucked her, moving back and forth as her tongue licked across his meaty column of manflesh.
"That's it, suck harder, harder, baby," he groaned, shaking against her as she kept playing with his hairy balls, curious to feel his nuts, to feel every other part of him as well.
And the more she sucked his cock, the more turned on they both became. She was fast growing accustomed to the spectacularly virile size of his member and she pressed her tongue along the underside of his throbbing shaft and thought she could feel the blood pulsing in his veins.
Larry was getting off on the tight lubricity of her mouth, the way the edges of her teeth scraped and frictioned around his swollen pole. But he had other tricks up his sleeve before he would culminate the film and his pleasure by fucking the shit out of her.
Now, he pushed her back and she scooted onto the bed and lay there as he climbed in after her, standing above her like a giant, displaying his cock to the camera. "Let me, let me do it again," she begged and he grinned and knelt down towards her face.
But instead of spearing his dick back into her mouth and down her throat, letting her suck him off to their infinite satisfaction, De-Wolfe suddenly swiveled around so that she found herself staring at the twin muscular globes of his ass.
She wasn't sure what he wanted her to do.
"Come on, little one," he coaxed, leaning forward and pressing her tits together so that he was able to slide his cock back and forth against her cleavage, his mouth watering at the sight of her naked and seductive pussy. "Dig your tongue inside daddy's ass and rim me out good, real good."
Neither her brother, nor her father, nor Marty Ericson, had ever told her about such a thing. But instead of feeling repulsed, she was curious, realizing that it would give Larry pleasure and therefore, no doubt pleasure for herself as well.
So even as she shook on the bed and he squatted above her, his buttocks inches away from her face, his cock sliding delightfully between her tits and his breath warm and tickling across her muff, she reached up with both hands and gripped the twin meaty globes of his manly rump.
His buttocks were thinly-haired, but when she spread them apart, she was amazed by the hairiness of his anal crevice, thick tuffs of wiry pubic hair nearly obscuring the dark-brown coarse furrows of his pitted ass-hole.
She stared, inhaling his rank sweaty odor, finally thrusting out her tongue as the cameras zeroed in, first on her and then on De-Wolfe as he leaned down and pressed his lips against her twitching pussy. Well, that was enough to get her going and going strong.
For as he began to lick across her snatch, she ran her tongue up and down the hairy anal furrow, growing more and more aroused by what was happening, by the way his cock was moving between her tits, his fingers tweaking her nipples, and now his tongue sliding up and down her hot leaking cunt furrow.
Laura Beth hadn't expected to have such a good time, but it didn't even seem as if she was acting, or working, for that matter. And realizing this, she threw herself at Larry De-Wolfe, not wanting the filming to ever end, content to keep on going like this for the rest of her life.