Chapter 1
The Gilded Cage
"A couple of years before I was married, when I was thirteen, fourteen, around there, I used to have daydreams about the kind of guy I would someday marry. I even had an image in my head of exactly what he would look like. Boy, was I ever wrong! When my wedding night came and I was in bed with my husband kissing him, having him feel me up, sucking his cock and all those things, it was totally different from what I'd ever imagined.
"For one thing, I was a lot younger than I thought I'd be-only sixteen. And he was one hell of a lot older than I'd ever dreamed he would be. He was sixty, and gray-haired! And our wedding night, in fact our whole marriage,
didn't turn out at all like young girls think they should be. I thought marriage-even to an old, rich man like Bernard Cameronwould be sort of ... well, you know ... normal. But my marriage was anything but normal. Maybe I better tell you first how the whole thing started.
"One day-it was just a few days before my sixteenth birthday-I was hitchhiking down Laurel Canyon Boulevard here in Los Angeles, as I often do. It was summer, and I had been visiting my girl friend Susie, who lives with a long-haired musician up in the canyon. I live in a house in Hollywood with my mother, who's a waitress, and since I couldn't drive yet and probably couldn't afford a. car anyway, I hitched around wherever I wanted to go.
"The first glimpse I had of Bernard was the sight of him behind the wheel of his gray and black Rolls Royce as he pulled up to the curb to pick me up. I was really thrilled. Usually I just got picked up by cheap creeps in old Chevies.
"Once I climbed into the front seat of that car I knew the driver was really class. The car was cool, air-conditioned, beautifully upholstered, and through it was flowing the greatest music I'd ever heard in a car. As we started to move down the boulevard, I turned to him and asked him about the music. like, how?
" 'That's a privately made tape, played on special equipment. It's not the usual car stereo your boyfriends have in their cars. like it?' he asked.
" 'Sure!" I answered. While he talked I got a chance to look at him. I guess the best way to sum him up is to say that he looked very ... distinguished, you know? He had beautiful gray hair-mostly white, actually-and he had a very expensive-looking suit on, and though I could tell he was a pretty old guy, he was actually really handsome-distinguished, like I said.
"Well, we talked a lot on the way toward my house. Then he flabbergasted me by saying that not only did he want to take me straight to my house, but he wanted to come in to meet my mother! My mom's pretty liberal-she knew I hitchhiked and all-so I said okay, but added that I couldn't figure out why he'd want to. Then he told me. He said he was a movie director and he wanted me for a small part in his current picture. He said I was just right for it. Did I want to do it? Well, you know the answer to that one. Did I ever!
"He wanted to get my mother's permission, so he came in and introduced himself and talked to her awhile. He had this way of being charming, and acting like a British gentleman or something, that got to her the way it got to me. Before I knew it he had her agreeing to come up to his office the next day with me.
"The next day Mom signed a contract, and before I knew it I was in the movies. I did a small part in the picture he was making, then another small part in a movie being made by a friend of his. Meanwhile I was seeing Mr. Cameron-he insisted I call him Bernard-for dinner and shows and things like that. A couple of times he invited me up to his mansion in the hills, and I really expected to be seduced up there (I wouldn't have cared), but he always behaved like the perfect gentleman. Yet I could see by the way he looked at me that he was crazy about me. One day he asked me to marry him.
" 'You want to marry me?' I asked. 'But I'm only sixteen, and you're.... '
" 'Sixty,' he said. 'But that doesn't matter if we love each other.'
"Well, I don't think I loved him, but the thought of being married to one of the biggest directors in the world, and such a nice man, too ... well, I almost immediately said yes. He was overjoyed, and even kissed me on the lips-the first time he had ever done that-but he said that the marriage wasn't possible without my mother's consent. That was the law in California-if a girl marries before she's eighteen, she has to have her mother's consent.
"Mother consented. She was very agreeable to the marriage, especially after Bernard mentioned a new home for her in Bel Air. Bernard and I were married soon after, on the first of August. That night, I began to find out how strange my marriage was going to be.
"Awaiting Bernard in our luxurious bedroom that night, I looked at myself in the head-to-toe mirror. I knew that-most of all-it was my body that attracted Bernard. I have a nice face, pretty and clear. My hair is long and naturally blonde. My mouth is small, with thin lips, and has a sort of teasing quality to it, I know. But it was my body that turned him on the most-no doubt about it.
"It is a very unusual body. Very, very slim-even skinny. Except for one area. My breasts. On my skinny body, they jut out for what appears to be a full foot. Straight out-no sag. And I never wear a bra. I guess you'd have to call them kinda freaky. They shouldn't really stick out like that-but they do. If you took the perky little breasts you see on many fourteen, fifteen, and sixteen year olds, with their firmness and whiteness and puffy pink
nipple-cones, then increased their size about three times, you'd have my boobs. My boobs are so big and perky they're almost embarrassing. They get a lot of looks everywhere I go. And they always got a lot of glances from Bernard. Quick, sneaky, but unmistakable glances. I think what he really wanted to marry was my boobs.
"But that's not the only thing that attracted him to me, I'd have to say if I were to be completely honest. Mr. Cameron, at sixty, was fascinated with the idea of youth. To put it simply, he liked young girls-very young girls, for him. He wanted to fuck a sixteen-year-old girl. But he wanted to do it in the legal, traditional manner-by marrying her.
"At the time, that was okay with me. He was a nice man. As far as I could tell, he had a good body. Of course, I was a little naive. Quite a bit, as a matter-of-fact. All the while I was trying to imagine how big his erect prick would be, I never figured that he might not be able to get it up on our wedding night.
"He couldn't.
"He came into the bedroom, saw me admiring my own breasts in the mirror, and smiled. We crawled into bed together. He began by kissing me on the lips very gently. He was wearing some old-fashioned pajamas and I started to rub my body against his, particularly my breasts against his broad chest. I could feel my nipples stiffening almost instantly. We put our arms around each other and our kisses became more intimate, deeper. I thrust my hips forward and tried to get some kind of indication what his prick felt like, but I couldn't tell anything right away.
"He unbuttoned my frilly top and then pulled it off. His eyes were wide, as if in shock, at the sight of my watermelon-size boobs. 'My God,' was all he said, then his mouth dove down on top of one of them. His mouth felt delicious! He knew just what to do. The nipple stiffened to its limit under the pulling of his lips and the sliding, wet feeling of his expert tongue.
"As he traded tits and began to mouth the other expectant nipple, I ran my hands all around his head and back and chest. I thought that if it was going to feel this good I might really come to love my movie director husband. There was a little fear in me-I was still a virgin. A rare specimen in these days and times, I know, but those had been the circumstances. I had done a lot of things with boys-had them go down on me and had gone down on them-but I'd never let one ball me.
"But now I was ready, and really not very scared. If Bernard was as gentle through everything as he was right now with my breasts, then the whole thing would be just fine. I could take his big, old man's prick if he were this gentle. His big prick. The thought of his prick filled my mind now, as my nipples hardened even more at his loving treatment. How big would his prick be? Probably bigger than Fred's or Tom's-they had only been fourteen and fifteen, mere boys. I was looking forward to cramming a truly large man's rod into my mouth. I loved to suck.
"Apparently Bernard loved to suck, too, for he moved down to my stomach with his wet mouth as I thought these thoughts, and after dallying there for but a moment, he descended to the band of my panties and moved them down, down, off my hips and thighs and feet. I was totally naked before his intent eyes.
" 'Lovely, lovely,' I heard his voice say down below, as he stared into my pussy. But his voice seemed to have a tinge of sadness or uncertainty in it. I couldn't imagine why. Perhaps it was the sparseness of blonde hairs about my pussy slit. But no, that would just be another sign of my youth, and he should have been made happy by the sight.
"Suddenly, his tongue darted out and hit me precisely where my clitoris was slightly buried.
The tongue was stiff and dug in a bit, so with that one motion, sensations of sensuality shot through my whole body. In the next instant, the tongue had loosened up and spread, and was lapping lower, at the slit about halfway down, then trailing up to the clitoris. It was such a scrumptious feeling. My hands instinctively fell upon his white head.
"His mouth went to work then in earnest on my happy pussy. It was still gentle, but growing in boldness and force. The tongue dipped into the recesses of my wet canal and poked in as far as it could go. It went pretty far. Probably by masturbating myself so much, I thought, there was hardly any hymen in the way. He might not even draw any blood when he fucked me.
"His tongue went even lower after exploring my hole for a while, and ran over the bony ridge of flesh that separates my vagina from my ass-hole. The tongue-tip even touched briefly against the rim of my ass-hole, and I just about went crazy; I'm extremely sensitive there.
"His mouth then went back to my pussy lips and sucked on them. The lips sucked, his teeth lightly nibbled, and the tongue dipped here and there. I was spilling my juices all over his face and doing a crazy horizontal dance on the bed. The silk sheets were getting messed up fast.
"I wanted to do for him what he was doing for me, though. I wanted to see his prick, put it into my hot mouth. I licked my lips like some kind of witch at the thought of it. Keeping my pussy to his hungry lips, I began to move my body about so that I eventually wound up in a sixty-nine position.
"Bernard was lying sort of on his front, so that his crotch was hidden from me, and I playfully pushed at his hips to move them around so I could get a peek at his pecker. At first, he didn't help me at all-he just lay there like a log and kept burrowing into my cunt, but finally he gave up and rolled back.
"His penis was limp!
"Penis is the word for it. 'Prick' to me means a hard, upraised rod, and this sure wasn't that. His little peter was small, shriveled up, pathetic looking. While I stared at it in disbelief and disappointment, I realized that he had removed his mouth from my pussy. I looked up to where his head was and saw him glaring at me angrily.
'"So you're disappointed, aren't you?' he asked.
" 'N-no, I.... '
" 'Don't lie, I can see it on your face!' he shouted, and suddenly raised himself off the bed. 'Don't worry, I'll see that you get what you want.'
"I didn't understand. I pleaded with him to come back to the bed. But he disregarded my begging and went to the door. Unlatching it, he opened the door and shouted out into the hall.
'"John! Patricia! Henry!'
"Within seconds there were three of Bernard's servants in the bedroom. I quickly pulled the sheets over my nude body. The three servants, a maid, and two men whose duties weren't clear to me at the time, stood in a neat line awaiting Mr. Cameron's orders. And orders he had for them.
" 'Take off your clothes, all of them. Every one of you,' he demanded.
"All three immediately complied. The two men were both tall and muscular, one redheaded and the other dark-haired. Neither could have been older than thirty. The woman, like one of the men, was redheaded. In fact, she looked enough like the man to have been his sister. She was quite young for a maid. I don't think she was even twenty-one. Once she'd taken her clothes off it was evident that she was a little bit-well, actually a lot chubbier than I am. She did share one feature with me-she was gifted with some big knockers. Not as big as mine, though, and they were flabbier; they sagged down a little.
"Something interesting was revealed about the men once they had their clothes off, too. Both were well hung. One seemed to have half a hard on, the way it kind of pushed out, but the other didn't seem that excited, yet his dong must have been a good five inches long limp, and it was pretty thick, too. Nothing like Bernard's. Over where he stood-beside the redheaded maid now-his little peter hung its two or three inches very softly. He was still glaring at me, but was making some effort to regain his usual politeness, even though he was red in the face.
" 'I want you to be pleased, to be satisfied, on your first night of marriage,' he said to me in a calm voice. 'I ... I don't feel quite up to giving you what you need, what you want for satisfaction. I have this trouble ... quite often!'
"I was embarrassed to speak in front of the servants, but I had to object.
" 'Bernard, you don't have to ... to fuck me on our first night. I understand. Your mouth.... '
" 'Enough, enough,' he said brusquely, before I could tell him that going down on me would be enough, at least for tonight. 'John. Henry.
Go to her,' he commanded the male servants. He gave no order to the girl.
"The men walked over and stood by the side of the bed, looking down at my body as it was outlined by the silk sheets. They didn't seem as confused as I was. One even seemed to have a sort of smirk on his face. I had the strange feeling that they had somehow gone through something like this before-but that seemed un---likely.
" 'Lower your covers, Laurie,' Bernard said. 'Henry and John will make love to you. Feel free to do what you wish once you become excited. Patricia and I shall ... watch.'
"One of the tall, strong male servants gently grabbed the top of the sheet and began to tug at it. I gave him no resistance. Down came the sheet, revealing my slim body with its mountainous boobs. Right away, the man who had pulled down the sheet fell on one breast and swooped as much of it as he could get into his mouth. My head fell back on the pillow at the sudden sensation. I felt hands passing all over my body-the hands of both men, I'm sure. They played with my free breast, smoothed the rising skin, tweaked the growing nipple, caressed the almost unnoticeable rise of my tummy, stroked my thighs and, finally, invaded the area of my little pussy.
"There one set of fingers, then another rubbed up and down and all around my pussy lips, my clitoris, my sparsely-haired mound, the crease between my legs and my mound, and occasionally they dipped down to lightly tease the rim of my ass-hole.
"Before I knew it, I had lost all thought of my new husband. I could hear myself moaning out loud. My nipples were as stiff and pointed as they had ever been, under what was now the mouths of both servants. Against my thighs I could feel long, hard pricks. More than anything, that made me hot. I was aching, itching, and wet between my thighs. The hands probing there now easily entered in and rummaged around the moist walls of my cavern. One of the guys placed a moistened finger on my clit and rolled it around and around. My hips started to buck up and down in response to that.
"Pretty soon they started to get pretty rough with my big old boobs, pushing them all around as if they were baker's dough or something, squeezing them with their big strong hands and biting them-not so gently-with their teeth. I yelled out for them to stop, but they could tell, and I could tell by the sound of my voice, that I didn't really mean it. I loved it. Suddenly, with their mouths and hands working roughly on my sensitive, huge breasts, and their hands going to town on my poor, hungry pussy, I burst into an overpowering orgasm-the strongest I'd ever had in my short life. Of course, this was the first time I'd ever had two men go over me, and I hadn't even been fucked yet.
"One of the guys-I still didn't know who was Henry and who was John-took care of that in just a minute.
"The two rolled me over on my stomach and then got me up on my knees. Then the redheaded one knelt behind me. Before I knew it, I was being fucked. There was only a very little pain, and almost immediately-wow! I was digging the feeling of a big male prong buried in my cunt. It really felt good. It sure was better than my finger had ever felt. I was just a little sad, though, that it wasn't Bernard.
"As I began to huff and puff and get excited again under the thrusts of the servant, I turned my head on the pillow and gazed over to where Bernard was. He was seated in a chair near the door now, and the girl servant knelt beside him. He was watching the action between me and the servant; meanwhile the hefty girl was pulling on his whang with her hand. She was pulling pretty hard, her big,
freckled jugs shaking with her effort.
"And she was getting somewhere! Bernard's prick was beginning to grow.
"For a moment my attention was taken away from my husband and the girl servant by the dark-haired male who had temporarily been left out. He suddenly blocked my vision by shoving his dong in front of my face. I was willing, getting pretty excited by the fuck I was receiving, and I opened my mouth and let that big red head of his cock pop in. I started sucking on it like I was a vampire or something. I was getting screwed for the first time in my life, and I had a big prick in my mouth at the same time!
"The cock in my mouth tasted delicious, and I ran my tongue around it time after time. There was something coming out of it-something oozing out of it-but I didn't care by now. I just licked it up. I didn't know how men dribble a little come before their orgasms or anything like that. All I knew was that this was fucking and sucking, and I loved it. I didn't care who was doing it to me.
"My mind boggled with the mixed sensations of one huge prick in my mouth and another in my cunt at the same time. I could only concentrate on one at a time. I kept lapping at the prick in my mouth without thinking about
it too much, and focused my thoughts on the wonderful rammer in my poor, ripped pussy. In and out it plunged, pushing seven or eight inches into my depths. It felt greater than anything I'd ever felt in my life. If this was sex, this was for me! I humped back on his prick with all my might.
"Suddenly I felt the cock in my mouth spewing. The servant I had been sucking off was coming. I didn't know what to do, so I just followed my reflexes and licked and swallowed. The sensuality of it all was too much for me, and I felt a glowing sensation pass through my whole body. I was coming! I groaned and heaved on the hard rod that plunged in again and again. I felt my pussy clench it, the little muscles working for the best climax they could get. Then the man who was fucking me yelled out and pumped harder than ever. I knew he, too, was coming.
"In the middle of our mutual come, the prick of the man I'd been sucking plopped out of my mouth and he rolled to the side. Right then, while my pussy was still grasping the stranger's cock in its orgasm, I could see my husband's own prick standing up in his lap. It was big, gigantic, monstrous. I would have never imagined that it could be so big when it had been so small while limp.
"It was a wonder that I could see it at all. Because it was being sucked off like mad by the redheaded girl servant, Patricia. Not thirty seconds after I first laid eyes on this scene, Bernard grabbed Patricia's head all of a sudden and held it tightly. He threw back his head and grunted. He was obviously coming in her mouth. She took it all, enthusiastically.
"Bernard left me with the two men for the rest of the night. No, he didn't have me on our wedding night. But later he did.
"As strange as that first night of my marriage to Bernard Cameron was, things got even stranger as the first weeks of our marriage passed. Bernard's mansion was no ordinary house, and Bernard Cameron was no ordinary man. And when he found out that he had an impotency problem with his young bride, he took extraordinary measures to correct it...."
"After our odd wedding night, four days and nights passed before I even saw my sixty-year-old husband again. The servants took care of all my needs. I asked one, a buxom, forty-ish woman named Janet, where Bernard was on the first day. She told me to wait in the bedroom until she came back. Then she left the room. It was all so mysterious. I waited for twenty minutes, trying to pass the time by reading some movie magazines before she came back.
"She had a note with her. It was from Bernard, and it read: 'Laurie dear, I am so ashamed about what happened the other night. Perhaps our marriage is a mistake. Perhaps I am too old for you. If you wish to call it off now, it's all right. Just write a note to that effect and give it to Janet, and she will deliver it to me. But if you will have patience with me, please wait a few days and I will come to you, trying to be a good husband. I will gently introduce you, then, to my unusual appetites and needs. Please understand. Bernard.'
"I told Janet, after reading the note, to come back in a few minutes. My head was swimming with confusion. I needed time to think things out. But when Janet returned ten minutes later, I told her there would be no message for my husband.
"For the four days that followed, I just walked around the house, went shopping, visited my girl friends, things like that. I saw my mother, too, of course. I pretended that everything was just hunky-dory and normal between Bernard and me, so she wouldn't be upset.
"As the days and nights went by, I started to get pretty worried. But I was pretty excited, too. I remembered what he'd said in his letter, about 'unusual appetites and needs.' He'd probably thought that I'd been turned off by having my cherry broken by his men-servants and by the sight of him coming in the mouth of his servant girl, but nothing could be further from the truth. There was no doubt that the old guy was a little cuckoo, but it seemed that he was crazy in some interesting ways, and I was determined to stick out this marriage thing as long as I could. Besides, I liked the money, for one thing-and I was looking forward to what strange turns my sex life was going to take in the hands of this nutty old movie director.
"When Bernard and I got together again, we went to see a show.
"But this wasn't your run-of-the-mill show, and we didn't have to go out of the house to see it. It was put on in the largest room of the Cameron mansion, the party room, and it was put on purely for our benefit. And the purpose of it was to give me pleasure, and to give my aging husband a hard on.
"So it was a sex show, as you might have guessed. And quite a show it was, too. I'd certainly never seen anything like it.
"It was entirely staged by Bernard. That's the way it should be-after all, he knew what turned him on best. The first act was live.
The party room was darkened. Bernard, who'd called me down to the party room just a few minutes earlier-the first time I'd seen him in four days-and greeted me with nothing more than a kiss on my cheek, directed me over to a large bed-like couch with a low back that sat at one end of the room. As we sat in the semi-darkness, music started playing in the room: slow, sensuous music.
"Then out of the shadows of one corner of the huge room came a belly dancer. I'm not kidding-a real belly dancer, all dressed up in that sort of Turkish dress you think of belly dancers being in. Her main feature, accented by what she wore and by every one of her movements, was her stomach. It was browned by the sun and all slicked up with some kind of oil. And she moved it like she was kind of snake. I thought it was kind of funny-there was a spotlight on her from somewhere, just as if we were in a nightclub or something. But when I looked at Bernard's face, I knew right away that he didn't think it was so funny.
"His eyes were set right on her. And as she danced around the room, her eyes always right on him as she went through her gyrations, she began to strip off what few clothes she had.
"When her clothes were completely off-and that didn't take long-I could see that she was darkly tanned and oiled all over her body. And she had some body. Very ... voluptuous, I guess you'd call it. Her breasts were big, brown bowls, with silver-dollar-size nipples. They shook like Jell-o as she danced naked.
"A couple of times she came very close to where Bernard and I sat on the couch, making teasing gestures at Bernard, but she always moved back to the center of the room. Then a man joined her. He was tall and muscular, and, like the belly dancer, he was tanned and oiled all over. He danced around her and she danced around him. Then they began to touch-just a brushing against each other here and there, then longer touches, until finally they were rubbing the fronts and backs of their torsos against each other.
"I have to admit it looked very sexy, the way they were all slick with that oil. The whole thing got a lot sexier when I noticed that the man's loincloth-the only thing he had been wearing-was bulging quite noticeably, and when I saw the woman grasp the bulge for a second. Then one time when the fronts of their bodies came into contact, the woman reached out, and with one strong pull she yanked the loincloth from his groin.
"Up sprang a hard, ready column of prick-flesh. Now, when the couples danced together, she would slide her hand up and down the stiff cock, and he would move his hands over her heavy globe and dip into the hairy crease between her thighs.
"After a while, the couple gave up all pretense of dancing. There was a mattress near the center of the room. Whether it had been there all along or had just been placed there, I don't know. In any case, the couple made good immediate use of it. Despite the fact that they'd been fondling each other's genitals just a minute before, I was a little startled when they fell upon the mattress head-to-feet and began sucking each other off sixty-nine style. When that happened, Bernard's hand came to my thigh and gently squeezed it. I think he was getting excited. One thing was for sure: I was!
"I'd never seen anything like it. I'd seen a boy and girl, make out pretty heavy in a park once, thinking they were pretty well hid by some bushes, with their clothes half off. But it wasn't quite like this.
"One quick look at my husband's eyes told me that he was as entranced by the lovemaking in front of us as I was, if not more. His old, bloodshot eyes were locked on the couple, and were glazed over.
"Suddenly he looked at me. 'Does that excite you, Laurie?' he asked. 'Or does it make you sick?'
"For an answer I put my hand on his crotch. For the first time, I touched my husband's cock-even if it was just through his pants. It seemed to be half-hard. But the way he smiled when I touched him, I guessed it was much better than it usually was at this point, and he was pretty proud of it. I prayed that his impotence wasn't as bad as it seemed to be. Why, every boy I'd ever even necked with got an instant hard on before we hardly ever started anything. The scene before me would make most of them hornier than a lamp post.
"But as I kept my hand on Bernard's crotch and slowly rubbed around it, his prick got no stiffer, as far as I could tell.
"'Just keep doing that, dear. It's wonderful,' he said, and dropped his hand from my thigh into my own crotch.
" 'OooouuummmmV
"The groan came from the center of the room. I looked up to see that the man and woman had maneuvered around into a new position. She was, in fact, in the position I had been put into on my wedding night by the male servant who fucked me. I figured that she was being fucked the same way I had been. But as it turned out, that wasn't exactly right.
"True, the tall, muscular, oiled male dancer was pumping his prick into her from behind, but unlike the screwing I'd received, she was getting hers in the bunghole!
"That's why she had moaned, and why she kept on moaning with almost every push into her entrails the man made. He was really digging it, going faster and faster, harder and harder all the time, reaching around to grab onto her breasts and maul them as he corn-holed her.
"Bernard and I were digging it too. Our hands rubbed with more speed and force against each other's crotch, and I thought I could make out a little bit of growth in my old husband's half-hard rod.
"The woman began to get into the spirit of the thing soon, too. For one thing, the tone of her moans changed. There was less pain in the sound of them, more pleasure and enjoyment. Soon they were more like squeals than moans. And her hips were driving back against the pumping male's. Suddenly the man was lunging at her with a flurry of blows, and his facial muscles tightened. He then pushed his prick in as far as he could get it, held it there, and bellowed out into the room, overwhelming the other sounds-the squeals of the woman, the music, and the quickening breaths coming from me and Bernard an arm's length away.
"The man may have stopped, but the woman didn't. She kept heaving her lower body against the stone-hard prick until she, too, climaxed with a series of intense yelps and squeals. Then the couple collapsed on the mattress and the center of the party room went almost completely black.
"Before I could even think about anything, the wall opposite Bernard and me, a white one, lit up with a rectangular beam. Some images flickered. It was going to be a movie. Even before the title showed, I knew what kind of movie it was going to be.
" Girls' School. That's what the title said when it came on.
"I'd always heard about stag movies, but I'd never had the opportunity to see one before. I'd always been told that they were very crudely made-black-and-white films with terrible actors and jiggly cameras. Maybe most of them are like that, but this one wasn't. I never found out for sure, but I think it might have been shot by Mr. Cameron himself.
"The film was in color and had sound. It was very professionally done, like a movie you'd see at any theater, except it was a lot shorter-and a hell of a lot dirtier. The first scene showed some schoolgirls, all dressed in white blouses and short blue dresses, doing their lessons in a small study hall. There were about ten girls in all, at four tables. They all were deep in their studies, working hard, and most seemed a little scared. They looked up at the two black-dressed matrons or teachers who walked around the room with quick, frightened glances. None of the girls seemed older than fifteen, and some looked as young as eleven. Most of the younger ones hardly had little titties at all, but a few of the older ones were very well endowed, and their large breasts strained against their white blouses.
"Suddenly one of the older women watching over them shouted: 'Time for bed, ladies. To your rooms. Lights out in ten minutes.' All the girls jumped up and headed for the door of the study hall, leaving in an orderly fashion. This was apparently a very strict school.
"The next scene jumped to one of the school's dormitory rooms. Five girls shared it. One of the girls was in the bathroom, brushing her teeth. The other four were gathered together in the bedroom, conspiring.
" 'I think it's about time we showed that snotty girl something,' one of them, about fifteen, told the others.
" 'She probably already knows about us,' a younger one, a pretty little blonde, told her.
'At least she should from all the noise you and Barbara made last night.'
"Another girl of about thirteen covered her face as if in shame, but was actually giggling. I guess that was supposed to be Barbara.
" 'It doesn't matter what she knows,' the fourth girl said. She was rather fat and dark, and had tremendous breasts under her white blouse. The way she sat on the bed, facing the camera with her short skirt raised up to her hips and her heavy legs in a lotus position, her panties were easily visible. 'I think Karen's right. We oughta rape her tonight.'
" 'Rape who! ? ' The shocked voice came from the bathroom door. It was the new girl. As she stood in the light of the bathroom, it could be seen that she was very cute, even beautiful. Long, black hair down to her waist. Huge, innocent eyes dotted with dark brown pupils. Small but perky breasts. Flawless, white legs that were young but curvaceous. A cute, very small red mouth. She was slim and small, but was obviously going to be a very attractive young woman.
" 'You!' came the answer to her question. It came from the fat girl, who jumped up off the bed with more speed than I would have imagined she could muster, and headed for the young black-haired girl.
"The young girl stumbled back and tried to shut the bathroom door before the fat girl got to her, but she wasn't fast enough. The fat girl grabbed her arms and pulled her, struggling, into the bedroom. She threw her on the bed, the other girls scrambling out of the way. Then the other oldest girl sat beside the young girl on the bed and pulled her over her knees. Down was jerked the short skirt. Underneath were some pink panties. Down they came, too. Revealed by this action was a scrumptious, curvy white butt. Even I could appreciate its beauty. The girls in the movie certainly did. Every one of them had her eyes pinned on that ass.
"Screams filled the room. The young new girl was having her ass cheeks spanked, but hard, by the fifteen-year-old blonde across whose lap she lay. The youngest of the other girls, who must have been either eleven or twelve, squatted beside the new girl quickly and clamped her hand over her mouth to keep her screams from being heard.
"Down came the older girl's hand, again and again, until the new girl's bouncy ass was bright red from the punishment. The older girl stopped.
" 'Unless you want more of that, keep your mouth shut and do as we tell you,' she said to the beaten girl. 'Are you going to make any
noise?' The young girl vigorously shook her head. Off came the hand from her mouth.
"Before she knew it she had four girls undoing the buttons on her blouse. Needless to say, it only took a few seconds to get it off. She was completely nude. She had a beautiful, if very young, body. The girls stood back and admired it openmouthed for a moment, and then, as if one, they jumped on the bed and covered her with kisses, caressed every inch of her body, probed every hole and crease, fondled each mound and curve.
"Of course, the whole thing turned into an orgy. The girls in the movie did everything women can do together. They even had a vibrator and a dildo to work over the girl and each other with. It went on for ten more minutes, then the movie was over.
"In my hand I had a covered but obviously fully erect prick. I immediately got to work uncovering it. I pulled down Bernard's fly, dug into his pants, and pulled out his great plum-headed cock. I dived onto it with my mouth. I heard him groan above me.
" 'But ... but the show's not over, Laurie,' I heard him stutter.
"I didn't care. I was hot, and very glad to finally have my husband's stiff prick available. I wasn't going to waste it. Out of the side of
my eye I could see more action starting at the center of the party room. Live couples, maybe four or five of them, all naked and forming patterns on the floor. But I never looked directly at them. I was too busy.
"Bernard's prick tasted delicious. I loved going down on that monster. And as I sucked, it just grew and grew. I thought it never would stop. It filled my mouth completely, made my jaws ache.
"After a while, Bernard divested me of my clothes, fondled my body, especially my tits, and lay down so that we could perform a sixty-nine. He was very experienced at that-very, very good. I came after only two or three minutes of his lapping tongue on my wet pussy. Two minutes later I came again. I came a total of five times before he finally flooded my eager, slurping mouth with shot after shot of his cock cream. I swallowed every delicious drop.
"After that we watched the entertainment some more. Miraculously, he got another hard on. This time we fell to the floor and fucked, trying out three different positions before he shot a load into my cunt.
"That was a wonderful night. I thought that my marriage was going to be a happy, if a bit perverse, one. If Bernard needed to be a voyeur to get turned on, that was okay with me.
"As it soon became evident, my movie director husband needed much more than that.
"We had sex-pretty wonderful sex-over the next few weeks. Usually, though not always, viewing dirty movies or having the servants join in or having me suck him off got Bernard an erection. But gradually, his impotence returned.
"One night we were in my bedroom, on my huge circular bed. We'd tried everything, and nothing had made his shriveled-up cock perk up in the least. It sat there in his lap like a little dead mouse.
" 'There's something that will work. It always works,' Bernard said.
" 'What's that? Let's try it,' I said. I have to admit I was pretty enthusiastic. But I didn't even imagine what he had in mind.
" 'Are you sure you want to know?' The way he said it sounded kinda ominous.
" 'Y ... yes,' I answered hesitantly.
"He summoned Janet. 'Janet, bring my kit.' Janet, as always, obeyed impassionately. His kit? What could that be, in heaven's name?
"I should have said in hell's name. Janet came into my bedroom a few minutes later carrying something that looked like a suitcase. She set in on the bed next to Bernard. He turned to me with one hand on the case. 'Are
you sure now that you want to see this?'
"Well, I wasn't sure at all by now. But I hoped it would be something like dildoes, vibrators, French ticklers, things like that. So I nodded.
"It wasn't what I had hoped.
"The case was full of instruments of torture. Switches, rods, barbed devices. And a huge, thick, very long whip. 'I want you to use these on me,' Bernard said to me, picking up the whip and caressing it as if it were something alive.
" 'I can't! I can't!' I cried, covering my face with my hands.
" 'You must!' he yelled. 'You must, if you want our marriage to last. It's the only way I can ... love.'
"That night I lay passively on the bed and watched Janet whip and torture my sixty-year-old husband. I cried the whole night.
"The next day I left the Cameron mansion, never to return. I went to my mother's house. The marriage was annulled. Now I'm dating David. He's eighteen. In a few years we may get married. But not now. Right now, marriage means something horrible to me, and I must wash that from my mind."