Chapter 6
"The Planned Exposure"
Demis Fleur sat in his apartment, not alone as usual. He was happy with the week's shooting. It had been a weird scene, he and his crew arriving at Elstree Studios nightly long after the other employees had gone. There, the major intimate scenes had been shot. It was a very convenient arrangement. In the daytime, he had been shooting outdoor location scene sequences in and around London's West End.
A total of three weeks had now been used in the filming. All of the film accumulated thus far was carefully stored and locked at Fleur's temporary quarters, nor was anybody allowed to view the rushes until he had collated and edited the scenes into final sequences.
He had been working at tremendous speed, and his output-even during this relatively short time-was formidable. Reel upon reel of film was piling up in his spare room: and both Karl Murrey and Al Mason were becoming apprehensive-wondering if the quantity of Fleur's work was equaled by its quality.
He had set an unshakable law and had made it stick: he was not to attend any conferences which they held. Existing on a diet of pep-pills and whisky, the American director told them that he was too absorbed in his inspiration to concern himself with administrative problems.
He reserved one day of the week for relaxation. It came, or rather drifted, in the form of marijuana. And even then, Fleur used the period under the drug to gather inspiration for forthcoming scenes in the film. He found that the mild hallucinogen, particularly if it was smoked in the company of a few very close friends, gave him the kind of sensual stimulation which brought erotic ideas crowding to the surface of his mind; and at least half of them were suitable material for use in the movie....
A cold and windy March day had not distinguished this particular Sunday morning from the ones that had passed. Fleur had turned the central heating up high and was squatting cross-legged on a rug in the middle of his bedroom. The bed itself was unmade, the sheets rumpled and strewn with the scattered pages of the Sunday newspapers. Coffee bubbled in a glass percolator, set on the floor, and the atmosphere was already rich with the spicy, rather sickly smoke of marijuana.
Just now, Fleur was completely unclothed. His body, lean and sinewy, had only a string of large colored beads to adorn it; they hung around his neck and reached down almost to his navel. He was rocking almost imperceptibly backwards and forwards, swaying and keeping time to an intricate Ravi Shankhar record which was filling the room with exotic si tar rhythms.
Nor was he alone. Facing him on the rug and sharing the same well-filled reefer-which they were passing leisurely front hand, to hand-sat Lillian Trent and Roxie Keene. Both girls were wearing blissful, contemplative expressions; their figures partially concealed in two of Fleur's psyche-delicately-patterned shirts.
Most of the buttons were undone, and since the shirts barely reached as far as the girl's thigh-tops, the effect was to make Lillian and Roxie appear more sexy than if they had been totally naked....
As yet none of them were high. And all three of them had sufficient experience with the drug to be able to control its properties: being capable, if necessary, of continuing a conversation or taking part in other activities with only a slight lessening of their faculties.
Another girl could be seen through an open door which led into the lounge. She was squeezing herself into a strange and very erotic dress. She stood in front of a chipped, antique mirror which Fleur had propped up against one wall-an item bought during one of his excursions into London's junk markets-and tugged it down with some difficulty until her body was inside the costume.
The mini-dress was a white woolen texture, and the girl's Junoesque figure, ample breasts and hips that curved out in a breathtaking sleekness, made it cling extremely tightly wherever it touched her flesh. She tried to tug the hem down, making an attempt to stretch the garment as far over her thighs as possible. But at its limit the material only came to a few inches below her crotch....
She could see the reflection of her sex in the glass due to the angle of the mirror: it presented an appealing picture, completely shaven of all pubic hair, with no panties to hide the beauty of its pink and white loveliness. It stared brazenly back at the girl, an inviting and totally naked slit-passing down under her crotch in the exact center of her thick, slightly raised sex-bulge.
There were other parts of her anatomy that were visible; places which would normally be covered by a less-bizarre garment. At certain intervals, large patterns had been cut out in the dress. There were heart-shaped, ovaloid and rectangular. They might have been socially acceptable in a dimly-lit discotheque, but here-in the daylight which was streaming through the curtains-the areas of the girl's body which they revealed were too intimate to escape censure.
One such place was at the front of her belly, exposing the small hollow of her navel. Another was scooped out just below her right breast-almost betraying the presence of her nipple, since the girl wore no brassiere. And when she turned, pivoting showily on her shoeless feet to admire the rear view, her very full, very firm young bottom was bared in a thrilling, heart-shaped expanse of flesh...only the outer swellings of the two cheeks being covered by the close-fitting wool.
The girl's name was Maria Landau. She was alleged to be Fleur's half-sister-though neither of them would confirm or deny the rumor. In any case, their total freedom from any sense of moral commitment meant that they would have slept together even if they had been siblings!
Now Maria tossed her flame-colored hair back from her shoulders and sauntered towards the bedroom, moving with a cat-like grace that certainly resembled Fleur's style of walking. Maria had designed the dress she was wearing herself: among other things, she was Fleur's clothes stylist-creating the outlandish and often kinky costumes which he used for the actors in his movies.
Demis gave her a slow inspection as she entered the bedroom, moving his eyes from her feet to her head and back again. Then Fleur nodded his approval.
"Wow, baby, that's just great. You can wear it for the crazy LSD scene," he told her. "But I'd like to have it colored. Can you daub some paint on it, get it to look more garish?"
Maria smiled and nodded absently. She reached out for the half-smoked reefer. It was hot and moist at one end where the three pairs of lips had been sucking, and she moved her mouth sensuously as she inhaled-drawing the harsh, acrid smoke deep into her lungs and savoring every moment of the first long drag.
Fleur was already rolling a second cigarette, mixing ordinary tobacco with the crumbled, brownish marijuana and holding it close to his nostrils as he skillfully taped it into the cigarette paper and fitted the tube together.
"Man, this goddamned shit is putrid when you compare it to American hash," he frowned, sniffing and then licking at the gummed edge. "Can't you get decent pot in London anymore?"
Lillian, who had found a drug contact in Chelsea for Fleur, admitted that the marijuana was inferior to the stuff she had used in California.
"There's nothing like Acapulco Gold!" Fleur murmured dreamily. "That's the greatest pot I ever smoked. Clean, pure, long-lasting...Jesus, I'm almost coming down already on this crap!"
Now Fleur lit the second reefer and inhaled angrily. The red tip flared into life, swiftly burning away as Fleur sucked deeper and deeper.
"If you ask me, only a square could stay high on this shit!" he snarled, thrusting the tube towards Lillian. "When are we going to...."
There were two apologetic-sounding rings at the front doorbell that interrupted him. Fleur looked up at Maria.
"Hey baby, go see who it is, will you? If it happens to be the law, tell them we're just burning up old mattresses!"
When Maria returned, she was accompanied by a shy-looking, obviously embarrassed Karl Murrey.
Karl Murrey entered the bedroom sheepishly, averting his eyes from the three semi-naked girls and then, upon realizing that Fleur was totally nude, blinking rapidly and swiveling his head as if he didn't know where to look!
"Well, hello there Murrey. Grab a seat-if you can find one!" Fleur told him. "I assume this is a social call? I don't work on Sundays...."
Karl perched uneasily on the edge of the bed. He ran a hand around the inside of his shirt collar and adjusted his glasses.
"Well, as a matter of...fact," he began hesitantly, "I did come to see you about the film. A.M. is getting very concerned about your refusal to show up at the conferences. And as you're doing most of your shooting in the evenings, not letting the producer see how things are coming along...."
Karl mustered his strength. Goddamn it, he cursed himself. I'm right! I am the bloody producer! Why the hell should I be scared of this bastard? He cleared his throat.
"Obviously, Fleur, neither of us are happy about the way you're carrying on! I understand that you've made very drastic changes in the character of the girl, for one thing. And she's no longer a naive, demure little virgin but a raving nymphomaniac!
"Well, for another thing, there's your expense account. It's too high, Fleur! You're spending far too much on items that aren't justified by the budget. Since you refused to talk to me at the studio, Mr. Mason suggested...I mean, I thought that I'd come down and have an informal chat with you. To see if we can work things out on a friendly basis....
"Goddamn, you are listening to me, aren't you?! "
Karl now noticed the glazed, faraway expression in Fleur's eyes. Without the dark glasses, his eyes were sunken and deeply hollowed! He was staring at a mandolin on the wall behind Karl's head, apparently taking no notice at all of what was being said to him.
"Shit man, I can hear you!" Fleur sighed. His pupils, very dark and greatly enlarged, finally moved across to Karl's face. "I don't know why, but I'm going to answer your damn-fool questions.
"For one thing, I haven't stepped outside the budget limit so far-and I don't intend to! Every cent I've spent has been on things that I consider essential.
"In the second place, the colorless bitch in Dane's script wouldn't have rated a walk-on part in a third-rate repertory production. I've injected some life into her, that's all. She's a girl who has been fighting against her erotomania (cock-lust, if you wanted it spelled out!) for years. And she's always kept it under control-until the guy played by Glen Tenny slips her a drug that releases every pent-up emotion in her body....
"That poor bitch is a lost soul; completely doomed! And that's what makes her into a marginally interesting character. Now, I'm not giving any more explanations, Murrey! Not to you, not to Mason-not to anybody! When you see the finished movie, you'll understand that all the switches I've made are for the best.
"I can guarantee you, you're due for quite a revelation!"
Karl failed to think of a suitable answer to this, so he tried another tack.
"It appears that we have to trust you, Fleur, in view of the money we've already invested in this picture. But I've got to insist on my rights! I want to watch at least one scene being shot: you owe me that much!"
Demis Fleur scratched his long, albino-white hair, seeming to chew on this possibility for awhile.
"Murrey, I'll tell you what I'll do. You can come along to the studio on Wednesday evening. I'm going to shoot the LSD party scene then-and I guess we could use another extra! How about it? You want to be a movie star? Play a part in the film yourself?"
Murrey was taken aback. He felt a glow of excitement at Fleur's idea. Why not? he thought. Why shouldn't he take a walk-on role in the picture? Hitchcock did it in all his films, didn't he?
"Okay. Okay with me," he smiled. "I'll look forward to the experience. I can keep an eye on things and contribute towards the film at the same time!" As an afterthought, he added: "Incidentally, what sort of character will I be? What clothes would you like me to wear?"
Fleur exchanged a wink with Lillian and the other girls. Karl failed to notice it in his enthusiasm.
"Don't worry, we'll fix you up with some gear!" he told the producer. "You'll be a weirdo-stoked up on LSD and flying really high. You'll love it!"
"You know, I've never really used the stuff at all," Karl frowned. "But I suppose one can easily simulate the experience-after all, I've read quite a lot about the kind of effect it has...."
"Baby, there's not a thing to worry about," Fleur smiled. "We'll make sure you give an authentic performance!" He drew on the last quarter-inch of his reefer and mashed the remains to a pulp in the ashtray at his feet. "Hey, I got another idea; why don't you try one of these-it'll give you some kind of insight into what an LSD trip is like! Not the real thing, but a fair approximation...."
As he spoke, he quickly made another marijuana cigarette. He held it out to Karl.
"Here, go ahead," he invited. "Pot won't harm you! Not this kind of pot, anyway. It's mild, man-too mild for me!"
"I really don't know if I should...." Karl flinched away from the proffered, drug-filled tube. "It's illegal, isn't it, and...."
"For Christ sakes, come on!" Fleur put it between his own lips and struck a match. He got it alight and offered it to Karl again. "Unwind a little! Enjoy life-what can happen to you!"
There was a challenging expression on the girl's faces that made Karl decide. All three of them were staring up at him, ready to sneer if he refused to take the marijuana. Conquering his misgivings, he accepted the cigarette and began, slowly at first, to puff on its loose, unevenly-packed length....
The hot smoke filled his lungs, burning the tender membranes. His head felt packed with canned heat and also with a mild apprehension for he had the puritanical indoctrination that he was doing wrong, he was committing an act frowned upon by society. But this did not prevent him from inhaling again and one more time....
CHAPTER Seven THE "TRIP"
Karl didn't know what was amusing him. Rather, he didn't know why everything was amusing him. His body felt languid, heavy, and difficult to move without using what seemed to be incredible willpower.
He continued to draw on the reefer, finding the actual taste of the stuff not as unpleasant as he had supposed it would be from its smell. But each lifting of his arm to raise the butt to his lips was a concentrated task in itself; and Karl felt glad when he had smoked it down to a tiny stub and could put it out without loss of face.
The Far Eastern music was playing softly, the only sound in the over-heated room. He had never before listened to Oriental rhythms, but now-finding his senses of hearing and appreciation suddenly heightened-Karl became gradually lost in the strange, discordant sound patterns.
Karl slowly lifted his feet up onto the bed and lay very still, listening. There seemed to be a pressure on his eyelids and a small voice inside his brain whispered to him that he would feel much more comfortable if he closed his eyes and gave himself up to the novelty of this new experience.
The hours-which were actually but minutes-passed, but Karl was no longer aware of such passages. A tremendous peace stole over him, washing away his depression and making his anxiety over the film appear trivial and absurd. He felt as t hough he was sinking deliciously into a warm, translucent...the ripples of music caressing him with their sweet, gentle fingers....
He drifted down and down...his lips parting in a blissful smile...thinking over and over again:
"This is it! Now I know what pot is like! It's wonderful, absolutely wonderful!"
Demis Fleur, by contrast, was still only slightly high-even after four of the low-quality pot cigarettes. He fidgeted restlessly, then pulled Maria against him by passing a hand around the girl's thighs-she was the only person in the room still standing-and drawing her nearer.
Maria leaned against him, her hip firm and smooth, a well-padded cushion for Fleur to rest his head on. He began to stroke up and down her bare thigh, moving his hand freely on the satin skin until his fingers reached under the high hem of her dress and started to rub leisurely over Maria's buttocks.
Fleur's hand was soon past the useful opening in her dress, exploring over the stitched vent and passing onto the girl's nude ass cheeks. She swayed her hips very, very gently as he fondled her bottom; turning a fraction of an inch at a time to face the man.
Maria now stood with her belly thrust boldly in Fleur's face, his mouth buried in the warm woolen garment, his fingers now fondling down the long exciting divide of her buttocks.
The mini-skirt was hitched up at the back, and he easily raised it at the front, too, exposing the childlike slit of her sex: so babyish without the normal growth of pubic hair which covered a woman's pubis.
Fleur stretched his legs out between her thighs, making the girl stand with her feet apart, her fully developed body towering above him. He ducked his head under the crotch-wriggling further down so that he could gaze up at the unconcealed cunt and followed, with his eyes, the deep gash which curved beneath Maria's thighs.
Fleur brought his other hand into play, lifting his fingers and crooking them in front of her loins. With his mouth only inches from the girl's quim, Fleur stared without blinking as his fingers probed into the slit and gradually opened the fleshy portals.
Maria continued to sway her hips, but as she felt two of his fingers ease their way inside her groove, Maria began to grind herself backwards and fore-wards: slowly at first, then with a more intense rhythm as his digits sank deeper and deeper-thrusting upwards and making her quim grow moist and hot with desire.
He pinched and fondled at the cheeks of her buttocks with his left hand, Fleur continued to probe with his right at the girl's cunt. He pressed his thumb firmly into the fleshy muscle where her sex folds began-prodding with it at the beautiful apex of Maria's slit, working the digit slowly downwards until it touched the rosy, trembling protuberance of her clitoris.
Maria began to moan as he caressed the spot, letting her head go back and making her long, golden hair hang down like a flowing stream over her shoulders. Fleur gave her a long, erotic fondling, moving his fingers slowly in and out of her vagina until they became hot and wet from the girl's greatly excited pussy. Then he withdrew his hand, calmly wiping his moistened fingers on her soft inner thigh!
But before Maria had time to feel frustrated at the departure of his caressing fingers, Fleur took his other hand away from her buttocks and-using both of his hands-pinched the lips of her quim and peeled them as widely apart as they would stretch.
Fleur promptly glued his lips to the gaping slit, pursing them tightly and beginning a wild, urgent tonguing which made the girl gasp loudly with pleasure.
When his mouth had practically brought her to an orgasm. Fleur pushed his tongue out and extended it...thrusting it stiffly upwards, using the muscle as if it was a quivering, lavishly-moistened penis!
Fleur could taste the rich, fishy odor of her lust, the walls of her sex palpitating strongly and creating an almost continuous stream of love-juice. His tongue explored deeper, wriggling to and fro, while his fingers pulled and agitated the pump outer folds of her pussy-making Maria's thighs quiver ecstatically in their wide open stance.
After Fleur and Maria began to make love, the sight of their intimacy aroused Roxie and made her yearn for a similar caress to be performed on her body. She could feel her nipples stiffening as she watched Fleur's lips working against the girl's sex: and her excitement was only intensified by the marijuana which had heightened her senses to a tremendous degree....
Maria glanced around and noticed that Lillian, too was showing signs of sexual interest. The English girl's thighs were rubbing discreetly together as she lay on the rug, and her cheeks were flushed. Lillian's breasts rose and fell irregularly beneath the bright silk shirt; and-above all-she was passing her tongue slowly across her parted lips-as if she were tasting, in fantasy, the slit which Fleur was tonguing so fervently!
Roxie knelt, and then moved towards the other girl. She put her arms around Lillian and raised her until they were both on their knees facing each other. Silently, her eyes as hot and heavy-lidded as Lillian's, Roxie closed the short distance between their bodies and drew the girl into a warm, hugging embrace.
Lillian, for a brief moment, resisted. Then she responded to the unspoken invitation in Roxie's face, allowing the girl to stroke her back and bring their mouths sweetly together.
Then, their two lips met, brushed temptingly, and joined in a sudden, fierce kiss: Lillian's small mouth pressing against Roxie's fuller lips, gasping as she felt the pressure of the American girl's breasts squeezing into her own.
Lillian's arms went around Roxie's back and she was soon running her hands up and down the flesh that was so like hers...holding the girl tightly, feeling Roxie's fingers passing with a more experienced touch down to her spine and sending shivers of expectation through her body.
She moved her lips more urgently against Lillian's and, thereby succeeded in exciting the girl so much that she willingly opened her mouth and permitted their tongues to touch-fleetingly at first, then with a wonderful abandon.
Roxie had found Lillian's point of least resistance; her spine base, where her back arched inwards before blossoming out in a pair of truly lovely butt-cheeks. She tenderly raised the short shirt and caressed the place with her fingertips, running them softly up and down and letting them stray gradually into the cleft of Lillian's buttocks.
Roxie's own shirt had ridden up and as she felt her bare crotch rubbing against Lillian's, she began to grind slowly backwards and forwards...making the partly concealed lips of their organs kiss excitingly together.
Now the jungle of their pubic hair intermingled, Roxie's blonde tuft merging with the English girl's black bush, until the slits themselves were pressing intimately, with increasing moistness and passion.
The girl's hands wandered inevitably down over the slopes of their bottoms-kneading at the white curves, separating the cheeks and letting their long, eager fingers slide into the crevices to fondle at the tiny hot holes which lay concealed between the globes.
Because the pot had dulled their senses, both Roxie and Lillian were making love as if they were in a dream or a trance. They caressed each other slowly and considerately, the murmurs of pleasure which moaned from their lips long-drawn out and exaggerated. It was some time before their hands actually came into contact with one another's sexes; and when they did touch the forbidden slits, their fingers played lingeringly at the sides of the wounds before seeking to penetrate them....
Now Roxie stretched her hand deeply beneath Lillian's crotch, extending her fingers under the girl's bottom and curling them until they reached the damp, sensitive bulge which was thrusting against her own. Lillian followed suit: and they commenced a lingering, exquisite exploration, their arms-from the elbow downwards-pressing snugly between the warmth of each other's bottoms.
Occasionally, their fingers would rove a little further-touching their own quims, lightly stroking the other girl's finger as it frigged so tenderly into the moist hole. And then they would slide back again, eager to renew contact with the more exciting, alien slit which opened readily to the least pressure
Karl Murrey, meanwhile, was lying on the bed with a beautiful smile on his lips, completely oblivious to the orgy which was now taking place a little distance from him. He had removed his tie and jacket, kicked off his Hush Puppies and was contemplating undressing altogether! The room was humid with the heat from the radiators-and the heady smoke of the marijuana that had been consumed lay thickly in the air.
He began to cough fitfully, coming out of his drug-induced state of tranquility. Sitting up, Karl cleared his throat sharply and finally opened his eyes.
The instant he saw what they were doing, he stared incredulously!
Karl stared first at Fleur and Maria, hearing the muffled slurp of the American's lips as they sucked greedily into the girl's sex-his face buried between her thighs, his head stretched upwards to meet the curve of her crotch.
Karl gulped, then swiveled his eyes to Lillian and Roxie. They paid no attention to him, deeply engrossed in their lesbian passion, probably unaware that they were being watched.
Karl's first thought was to make a discreet exit, but as he moved, Karl felt a wave of nausea seize him. He groaned, forgetting that a sudden action under the influence of marijuana was a powerful shock to the nervous system. And as he slumped back onto the bed, still moaning loudly, the girls stopped kissing and turned their heads in his direction.
Roxie put her lips against Lillian's ear and whispered in a low, secretive voice. The English girl smiled, still fondling her partner's cunt, her hand remaining under the cheeks of Roxie's bottom. She nodded, brushing her face against Roxie's, and then both girls climbed unsteadily to their feet.
Now their shoulders shook a little with suppressed giggling. Roxie and Lillian approached the bed where Karl lay. He forced his eyes open again, seeing before him a voluptuous and dreamy vision: With their arms twined around each other's waists, the girls stood side by side, the shirts fucked up around their bellies. Karl's face was in a direct line with their crotches; and he could see the white, nude flesh of their loins swaying gently from side to side as they posed in front of him.
Before he could summon a protest, Roxie stooped and unbuckled his belt! He tried to sit up, but Lillian promptly swung her legs over the bed and straddled her chest-pinning him down with her bottom planted firmly and her hands grabbing his wrists. The least attempt at resistance seemed to require an enormous effort. Karl knew that under normal conditions he could easily break the girl's hold; but his strength had ebbed away, he felt Lillian's grasp like fingers of iron around his wrists...and he stared up into her mocking eyes with a sensation not unlike that of a rabbit confronted with a cobra....
His legs, it seemed, were too heavy to move-and Roxie swiftly tugged his trousers, and then his underpants, over his thighs and off his ankles. The American girl then reached under her friend's buttocks-giving Lillian's open-lipped vagina another juicy fondling before she unplucked the buttons of Karl's shirt and bared his chest.
Lillian resettled her ass on his uncovered flesh.
She began to squirm the soft, plump cheeks, moving her hips up and down and making the stretched slit of her quim rub against Karl's hard, lean muscles. Her hands were holding his arms parallel to his head, keeping him in a position of powerless passivity while Roxie leaned further over his thighs and began, tantalizingly to swing her breasts backwards and forwards, letting the hard tits caress his limp penis through their thin covering of silk.
She was impatient now. She tugged the garment over her head, freeing her breasts so that they could now bob across Karl's sex with restraint: their ripe, red-peaked centers slowly bringing the tool to erection.
In order to step up his excitement, Roxie pressed her hands tightly around the outer curves of her tits. She squeezed the breasts together, forming two pillows of them and rubbing his awakening shaft in a subtle, arousing caress; the rising prick gradually pushing up from between the snowy, yielding melons....
With a glance and a touch, she judged it to be stiff enough, so Roxie copied Lillian's attitude-opening her legs and climbing on top of the recumbent man, sitting with her thighs spread across his end's back.
Now Roxie shifted a little on his lap, getting herself comfortable and insuring that Karl's penis was securely lodged in front of her crotch-sticking up rudely from her platinum blonde pubic hair and pulsing strongly against the white flesh of her belly.
Roxie then put both her hands around Lillian's waist, bringing them up slowly to encompass the girl's breasts while Karl watched with bated breath. Lillian smiled down at him, her eyes glazed from the pot and mysterious, tempting moue forming on her lips.
Roxie fondled her tits through the shirt, then unfastened the remaining buttons...gradually bringing Lillian's bosom into view. Tenderly, she drew the shirt wide open, pulling it over the girl's breasts and slipping it off her shoulders. It shivered down Lillian's upper arms, and she released Karl's hands for a moment while she shrugged the garment free of her body.
No longer embarrassed by or afraid of what they were doing, Karl didn't resist them. He had been married for ten years-and he had never, until this moment, been unfaithful to his wife. But with the inhibition-releasing quality of the marijuana in his bloodstream, the last vestiges of self-control ebbed away...He felt no particular desire to assert his maleness yet-to thrust Lillian away and assume his rightful role in their sex game-and he was content to lay back and discover what they intended to do....
Roxie was holding Lillian's nipples carefully between the forefingers and thumbs of both her hands. When the cherries were responding to the gentle pressure of her tweaking, she began to pull on them-tugging the nipples away from the girl's breasts and swinging her hand so that the luscious globes jiggled in a sexy and stimulating way before Karl's eyes.
In the meantime, Lillian stared down at him with that enigmatic, breathless expression: as if she were daring him to interrupt their lesbian pleasure!
Roxie nest let one of her hands slide back around Lillian's waist while the other continued to stroke first one breast, then the other. She took Karl's genitals and began to rub it into the tangle of her blonde bush hair-making the weapon jerk stiffly as it was pressed into the wiry, extremely hot jungle.
She raised herself a little and then held his penis around its base, feeling with it for the opening to her slit. She found the luscious little hole, guiding the crown carefully inwards, then sank down again...holding herself very stiffly as the hard length penetrated inch by thick inch into her body.
Karl responded by a rhythmic surging of his buttocks thrusting his weapon upwards, then letting it slide slowly out again-while Roxie knelt on either side of his hips, her thighs pressing warmly into Karl's.
For a little while she kept her hand tightly around the stem of his penis. Her fingers squeezed and relaxed in a thrilling alternation, holding his knob as if it were the rudder of a boat and she was steering it skillfully through the hot, oceanic waters which were starting to flow through her opened organ.
As they clutched each other, thrusting, Roxie kept up her caressing of Lillian's nipples; though her fingers were, in reality, tormenting the darling little buds very cruelly. She was using her nails to scratch insistently across them, raking the taut cherries until they grew dark crimson and were thrusting stiffly from the girl's milky titflesh.
Roxie's passion made her grow wild-and she searched for some better way to inflame her lust and bring it to completion. She fumbled for Karl's discarded belt, seized the buckle and-using both of her hands-brought the long leather strap around Lillian's chest.
While she could have guessed what was about to happen, Lillian made no effort to escape. She continued to ride her crotch on Karl's chest, working with a tenser rhythm now...bearing down on the man's body with firm strokes of her hips.
Roxie fastened the belt tightly around both her breasts, tugging at the strap until it bit deeply into the soft mounds, squashing them and making them bulge deliciously over the top and the bottom of their bondage.
Now Roxie slotted the buckle into first one hole, then another...finally satisfied when Lillian's titties were so constrained that the girl could scarcely breathe. When the belt was securely fastened, she returned her hands to the front of Lillian's body-again caressing her breasts, this time fondling the tips of her fingers into the belt, squeezing them into the space with great difficulty, and slowly working Lillian's nipples out from beneath the choking strap.
After they finally popped free, the stalks were alarmingly extended and so red that a fire seemed to burn in them! Roxie ran her cool fingers over them. She kept teasing the blood-red points while her cunt suddenly began to cream out under the fucking of Karl's prick-the thin but abundant juices flowing in a long, sustained out-pouring.
Roxie's fingers again scrabbled furiously into her extremely provoked nipples, and Lillian groaned despairingly. She wriggled quickly upwards, kneeling astride Karl's face and grabbing at his hair to make him suck the juice which was about to erupt from her own vagina!
Her warm, wet slit squashed against his mouth. Karl opened his lips to gasp air-the girl's thick sprout of pubic hair was rubbing firmly on his nostrils-and found instead that he was kissing directly into the pink, gaping vulva!
He knew that the softness of her cunt-meat was intensified a hundred degrees by the drug he had taken. Karl slurped noisily on the succulent skin, now driving his tongue up into the slot, now licking around the hot, pungent inside flesh. He could feel the pulsing of her clitoris against his upper lip, its throbbing growing fast and furious as he gobbled and sucked at Lillian's pussy, and the pounding of his prick as it skewered in and out of Roxie's wildly spending quim shook his entire body in a fierce, unquenchable drumming....
All of a sudden, as his own hands reached up and brushed aside Roxie's-taking their place at Lillian's tits-his whole being seemed to explode with a painful ecstasy.
Now Karl scrabbled maniacally at the long nipples which stuck out over the top of the belt. He pulled savagely on them, while Lillian herself bore the agony with a martyr's resistance to pain; screwing her vagina more urgently into his mouth and running her fingers through his hair with insane, fluttering gestures.
Karl felt as though he could stand no more! His sperm clamored for release. It rose thickly in his testicles and wrung out of his penis in the most violent orgasm he had ever known!
He was jetting it out as though his supply of spunk would never subside, discharging it into the soaking hole of Roxie's quim...forcing his loins upwards despite the weight of the two girls bearing down on his body. The room exploded in fragments around him; shattering his senses and jumbling them up in wild, mind-throbbing confusion
Karl was only dimly aware that his throat was gulping down Lillian's love-cream-and that Demis Fleur had also received, just a few moments previously, the fruit of Maria Landau's lust! The director was now shooting his own jazz down Maria's open lips-his excitement at the prolonged stimulation he had given the girl making Fleur reach a climax directly she changed positions with him and gobbled him into her warm, wet mouth.
Karl gradually fell away from the high point of his orgasm, a wonderful peace suffusing him in its warmth as he lost consciousness and let his mouth slide reluctantly free of Lillian's quim.
Fleur was watching him with renewed interest-a certain idea sparking in his mind as he contemplated the exhausted trio on the bed. Maybe, Fleur thought, maybe he had underestimated Karl Murrey. Possibly (though the time wasn't quite ripe to make absolutely sure) Karl might prove to be an interesting addition to his "Crew."
Fleur would see. On Wednesday, perhaps, when Karl came to the studio to watch them filming the LSD sequences. That might be an opportune moment to find out if the producer could be really uninhibited!
Fleur knew there was no sense in taking risks. He certainly couldn't take Karl into his confidence just yet. It was still possible for the whole movie to be jeopardized. But after Wednesday, with the last big scene in the can, there wouldn't be any harm in telling Karl what kind of film he was really making!
Now he chuckled to himself, making his prick (which was still held possessively in Maria's mouth) tremble against the girl's tongue. One thing was certain: Karl would certainly know that something very strange was happening on the set of his movie.
But Fleur was planning to use real LSD in the forthcoming scene-and there would be no need at all for Murrey to simulate its effects when he took part in the psychedelic orgy!
It was to be Fleur's greatest inspiration so far. To his knowledge it had never before been attempted: apart from the technicians everybody concerned with the sequence would be flying high on acid-including himself!
And now with the possible addition of Karl Murrey to add spice to his plan, Fleur could hardly wait for the next two days to pass....
Nor did Karl Murrey suspect the role of degradation being mentally penciled in for him....