Chapter 4
The thrill that Cynthia felt was something that she would remember for the rest of her life as she saw Chet threading his way through the party with his hand on the elbow of Dan Hoag-land, internationally known movie star, a man who seemed so familiar because she had seen his face on movie screens for years. Dan Hoag-land was the flint-chinned blue-eyed cowboy hero of many an oater, good and bad.
"Dan, I want you to meet a friend of mine, Cynthia Barret. Cynthia, Dan," Chet said with a wave of the hand as he backed away, smiling.
Cynthia couldn't say anything as she smiled, hoping she didn't look like an idiot. Dan Hoag-land looked down at her with his tanned face crinkling around the eyes. He smiled and said in his best drawl, "Chet says you're new around here."
"I live here. I mean, I live here in San Diego," Cynthia said, flustered under his clear-eyed, calculating gaze. It was odd the way he looked at her with a kind of detached sardonic amusement. His eyes traveled from her to the blonde who was slipping out of her dress as her hips did lewd bumps and grinds. For the moment, the blonde dominated all the action in the room with everyone looking at her. Cynthia looked at her face which was expressionless and at her eyes which were half closed with a dreamy detached look to them.
"That little girlie is really goin' go," Dan said in his best Western style, hitching a thumb into his belt and sipping his drink as he wedged down onto the couch next to Cynthia, casually reaching over and squeezing her knee as he said, "Let's see how far she dares to go."
The blonde had a stunning figure and she knew how to use her body, betraying some measure of dance training as she moved, wiggling out of her dress in time to the music and moving around the dance floor in a sensuous prowl, like a lithe cat on the prowl for her mate, as her hands slid up and down her bare thighs. She was dressed in nothing more than a half bra which caused her full breasts to jiggle and quiver as she moved, her cleavage cut deep and suggestive. Her panties were black bikinis, cut extremely low on the hips, riding high and shoving her pelvic bones as they thrust forward as she danced.
Everyone began clapping in time to the bongo drumming of the Negroes as the blonde danced, loose and abandoned, in front of them, her breasts quivering and shaking themselves loose from the half bra to expose her hard, taut nipples as she shimmied and shook.
Her head back, her eyes closed, her mouth open, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down slightly as she thrust her hips forward and lewdly rotated her hips in a slow tantalizing rhythm. She turned her back on the room and Dan Hoagland, next to Cynthia, grunted approval as he looked at the blonde's trembling buttocks with the panty material riding high in the deep crack between her bare cheeks.
The blonde kept the beat going as her buttocks swayed and moved invitingly. She bent her knees and stuck her buttocks out toward the room, spreading her legs so that the tight band of her panties could be seen separating her long tapering thighs.
Cynthia gasped, feeling her head lightened from the liquor and the mounting tension and excitement in the room. The blonde pulled her thumbs free from where they had been hooked in her panties with a luscious smacking sound against her bare hips. A fine film of perspiration was forming on Cynthia's face as she sat crammed between the famous Dan Hoagland and a stranger and watched the blonde rotate her hips slowly and obscenely, the tight black band of her panties riding tightly over the swelling crack of her vagina. Cynthia-and everyone else in the room-could see the fine spun tufts of her golden pubic hair peeking from under the black panties! She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs tight against her own mounting excitement! Chet hadn't been kidding about anything.
Chet! At the thought of his name she tore her eyes from the blonde who was surrounded now by men who were urging her on and looked around for Chet. He was nowhere in sight and she began to worry. Before, when he had alluded to the things that he did and the scenes that he saw, she thought he was exaggerating or lying outright just to impress her. Slowly, she had learned to believe him and now here it was, right in front of her!
The room was in an uproar as the blonde, her breasts jutting out, reached behind her and un-snapped the clasp on her bra. Her breasts leaped free and the bra fell to the floor as she danced on, the men crowding closer and closer to her.
Cynthia licked her lips because they were dry and she felt an unholy thrill of abandonment course through her lovely body as she wondered if she could ever do such a brazen, sluttish thing.
The blonde stood in place, her hips undulating in time to the music as the men's hands caressed her thighs while her own hands cupped her breasts and offered them to the nearest man, who let out a roar and picked the blonde up in his arms and bulled his way through the protesting crowd, taking the blonde off to another, hopefully, empty room.
Dan Hoagland laughed, his laughter rich and easy as he applauded. "Thata way! Love to see a girl take a dare! How about you, Missy? Do you take a dare?"
Cynthia couldn't help herself. She flirted with Dan Hoagland, flirted openly, smiling at him with lowered eyes as Dan took in her deep cleavage with an appreciative eye. The natural female rivalry and jealousy prompted her to be so brazen. Although as vain and unsure of herself as any other female, she was fairly sure that she had a better figure than the blonde they had watched.
Yet, something was wrong. Something made her ask Dan a question. It was the peculiar way he kept using the word "dare," putting an emphasis on it that was odd.
She could not help flirting with him, seeing him respond to her charms. This would, she thought, be a night she would remember for the rest of her life; the night she flirted with a movie star. "What do you mean," she asked, her voice going husky, "by 'dare'? "
Dan cocked one eyebrow in a way that was at once familiar and characteristic. The quizzical grin that split his rugged features was a thing she had seen so many times in so many drive-ins and theaters. If he were playing a role now, he would rub his thumb along the edge of his chin, and Cynthia almost laughed out loud with delight when he did it. "You mean you don't know about the dares?"
"No, tell me all about it."
"Well, it's a game that started up in L.A. In Beverly Hills, as a matter-of-fact. Fella comes up to a gal and says, 'I dare you.' 'Dare what?' the gal asks and then the fella can say anything he wants."
"like what?" Cynthia asked, taking a drink of her martini and spilling a little on her dress. God, she thought, I'm getting smashed. Still, she found she couldn't resist continuing the flirtation.
"Well, like anything the guy has in mind. You know, the usual." Dan looked at her a moment before chuckling. "Chet was right, you really are new."
"I told you I live here."
"New at this game, anyway."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize. It's kinda nice to see." He leaned close, putting his heavy hand on her knee again. "Look, here's the way the game is played. Fella sees a gal he-likes and says, 'I dare you to take off that dress,' and the gal either takes the dare or backs down."
"That doesn't make any sense. What does the girl get out of it?"
"Ah," Dan said, holding up one finger, "That's the whole thing, see. Takes the right kind of gal. Right kind of gal, like little old blondie we were watching, gets her kicks out of accepting the dare. That's all. Hell, for the right gal, it's more than enough."
"Sounds fascinating. I never heard of it before."
Dan grunted. "New fad. L.A. is the town for any new fad. Right now, it's fun. Couple weeks, a month, maybe two, and the whole thing will be old hat and a bore."
Cynthia drained her glass and Dan took it from her and motioned to one of the Oriental waiters who hovered around the room. Magically, a dry martini was served her on a silver tray. "I dare you," Dan said.
"Oh? Dare me to what?" she asked, her pulse quickening. She could never do what the blonde had done. No matter how much she wanted to, she could never do a thing like that. Suddenly, she frowned slightly, realizing she was thinking in terms of competing with the blonde! She was thinking of doing something that would have, a few hours ago, been unspeakable!
"I dare you," Dan said, grinning, taking his time, relishing her discomfort, "I dare you to drink that martini down."
"This?" Cynthia said, trying to play it cool. "Listen, I can drink these all night."
"I doubt that. Let's see you drink just this one, huh?"
"Here's to dares," Cynthia said, again feeling a flush of illicit excitement. Forcing her will, she drank the martini down and stopped herself from gagging.
Dan watched the alcohol have an effect on her and he laughed out loud, snapping his fingers at the waiter and nodding for another drink. "There, see, you did it. How do you feel?"
Cynthia caught her breath and smiled back. "Kind of kicky," she said, using a slang expression she had heard on TV. "Kind of funny, but good."
"Dare you to have one more, but kinda take it easy on this one, huh?"
"Oh, sure," she said, taking the glass, somewhat uncertain.
"Hey, maybe you better not take the dare," Dan said, looking at her closely. "You're getting smashed. I don't want you smashed. Let's get some fresh air."
He had her by the hand-and was helping her to her feet, guiding her through the crowd and out to a patio that wasn't too crowded. Most of the people were down by the pool, watching another girl do a striptease while standing out on the diving board.
Cynthia felt dizzy and Dan put his arm around her and said, "Breathe deep, get some oxygen in the old system."
She leaned against him, breathing deep, her breasts heaving under her dress as she felt his strong body and she seemed to melt against him. Suddenly they were locked together and she felt his hot probing tongue in her mouth! She had been away too long to resist, she had been away from Mike and the thought of any and all desire too long to resist. She ground her hips into his groin and let his tongue flash in and out of her mouth.
Abruptly she pulled away from him and they stood in the dim light, looking at one another. Dan put on his best grin and quizzical look. Cynthia found it hard to catch her breath and every nerve in her body throbbed beyond control. "Dare me," she said, her voice low and husky.
Without a word, he took her by the hand and led her along the patio, testing each of the sliding glass doors they came to until he found one that was unlocked. He yanked it open and pulled the drapes back, revealing a startled couple. The man was sitting on the bed, pulling on his shoes while the woman was zipping her dress. Dan grinned. "Busier than the L.A. airport on a long weekend."
"Just leaving, Mr. Hoagland," the man said, getting up.
"Sorry to rush you like this, folks," Dan said, following them to the door, "some things just can't wait." He closed the door on their faces as they looked to see who the famous actor was taking to bed. Dan was all swift easy action now, returning to the glass doors, shutting them and flipping the latch. Then, his eyes twinkling, easy, relaxed, he walked to Cynthia who was standing somewhat unsteadily in the center of the room.
Nonchalantly, he hooked his fingers in the V of her dress and gave a strong yank, surprising her with his strength. The dress ripped down the front as if it were made of tissue and she stood clad only in her panties, her hands flying up to try and cover her huge, magnificent breasts. "Don'tcha worry none about this little thing. Tomorrow you go buy yourself three new ones," Dan said, tossing the tattered dress on the floor. His eyes took in her breasts that she was trying to hide with her hands and arms as she backed away.
A change came over Dan's genial handsome face. There was a coldness to his smile, a flinty glint in his eyes as he forced Cynthia to back up toward the bed while she was still trying to cover her bare breasts as best as possible.
"No," she said, befuddled, looking around. "Please, I'm not like that."
Dan snorted. "A few minutes ago you was daring me. Well, baby, now I'm daring you. I dare you to take those panties off or do I rip them off?"
"No, wait." Cynthia's hands flew out, revealing her breasts and nipples in all their loveliness.
Dan was in no mood to wait or listen. He seized her wrists in a numbing grip and slowly spread her arms wide so that her breasts stretched and stood out tall and trembling. Then he bent his head and she felt his hot wet mouth close over one nipple and his tongue lick as his teeth bit into her flesh. Her whole body trembled with desire as she felt him suck the nipple erect and hard.
Her mind was a cauldron of hot thoughts boiling over and spilling out into her body. Mike, Mike, where was Mike! In Vietnam with some chippie! Chet had told her so and Chet told the truth! If he was having his fun, why shouldn't she? Why not? Besides, this was Dan Hoagland, the Dan Hoagland! People were excited just to meet him and here he was kissing, licking, biting the nipple of her breast.
Did she dare? For once in her life, she decided that she dared. As Dan took his mouth from her now erect and hard nipple, she turned her body and bent her back, offering him the other nipple. She would dare, she would dare one no-holds-barred night with the famous Dan Hoagland!
Her mouth fell open and she groaned aloud as she felt his mouth close over her other breast and suck hungrily, arousing a hot passion in her crotch that was swelling her vaginal lips and bringing a wetness to her cunt that was exciting. Involuntarily, she began pumping her hips back and forth, feeling the exciting, lubricated sliding back and forth of her vagina. She spread her legs slightly as Dan held her, her arms still spread-eagled, and licked at her nipples which stood out, taut and hard. She felt stabs of pleasure deep in her groin and spread her legs, the tight band of her panties biting into the swollen lips of her cunt and rubbing against her clitoris. Her abandoned pumping of her hips only heightened the pleasure and intensified her craving.
Big Dan Hoagland took her in his arms and crushed her nearly naked body against his and she felt the huge hardness of his cock under his pants pressing against her. Lewdly, a twisted smile on her lips, she ground her groin back against his prick, thinking she was outdoing the blonde stripper when it came to passion.
Locked together, they fell on the bed with Dan's heavy body crushing her down on the sheets. One of his legs fell tightly between her open thighs. Dan found her surprisingly supple and soft and her body was glued into his as though it belonged there. She moved her thigh up against his crotch as he ground his lips harshly into her, bringing his cock to a painful hardness. He could feel the wetness from the seminal fluid seeping from the gland on the hardening tip. It smeared against his leg inside his pants until he was certain she could feel the wetness through the material. He grinned, thinking to himself, this little filly has really got you all hard up!
He could feel the pressure in his prick jerking as she continued to pump and writhe under him and he felt like he would cum at the slightest extra pressure as he felt a force mounting in his testicles below. He thrust his tongue deeply in her mouth and she sucked gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills running the length of his spine. He pulled his head away to escape the teasing sensation for a minute and Cynthia whispered in his ear, "Is your wife good in bed?"
He snorted. "Which one?"
She spread her legs a little wider, allowing the band of her panties to bite deeper into the pulpy softness of her cunt and bring spasms of pleasure to her groin that made her tense her buttocks under his weight. "All of them," she whispered. "Tell me about all of them!"
He laughed out loud, squeezing her below him. "I'm with you now! Wouldn't be right to run around comparing bed mates, now would it?"
Cynthia laughed and nodded, then whispered, "Let's get naked!"
Dan realized suddenly that she was quivering beneath him. Her thighs were moving against his loins. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" he asked in a hard voice.
"Yes, God yes, I want you to," she answered, the lewd words coming from his mouth exciting her all the more.
"Then tell me!"
She moaned, "I want you to fuck me."
"How?" he demanded.
"Deep. Deep and hard. Fuck me like I've never been fucked before. God!" she moaned, almost throwing him from her squirming body. "Get your clothes off before I die."
The mighty Dan Hoagland got up from the bed and began stripping his clothes off as fast as he could until he stood before her naked, his cock standing out in naked erection in front of him. Cynthia lifted her buttocks slightly and squirmed out of the panties she was wearing, leaving her wearing nothing but her garter belt and stockings. Her black high heels fell to the floor with a double thud that sounded almost as a single sound since they came so close together.
She looked up at him standing stark-naked above her, her eyes riveted on the penis standing out in the air. She watched the throbbing of the blood-filled head for a moment and said, "I like it. It's so big and it's going to feel so good inside of me, twisting around deep in my cunt! Oh, God, I want you to fuck me with it!"
The wild, lewd words she heard herself uttering for the first time drove her mad with desire. Mike was forgotten. All she wanted was to fuck all night with the great Dan Hoagland.
He lay down on the bed beside her, dragging her over to him with the strength of his arms. He moved one hand down to the smoothness of her buttocks and cupped them. They were beautifully shaped and sinewy as he had expected them to be. Her body was warm and soft against him and she raised her face to his, locking her mouth tightly to him as her hand searched down between them for the hardness of his penis. He gasped as the coolness of her fingers closed around his rigidity. He pressed his head forward and kissed her moistly. Her odor was maddening, a perfume that he didn't recognize but reminded him dimly of the freshness of spring lilacs. Her lips were soft and gave before the harsh pressure of his teeth with a yielding rubbery softness that sent tiny chills over both their skins.
She crushed the full-length of her body against his and ground her pelvis tightly into him before suddenly twisting her body and pulling him over on top of her, opening her legs wide to take him between them.