The Lewd Stepfather
by Susan Duncan 


INTRODUCTION 

Not much is heard these days about teenage runaways. In the late sixties, 
this problem had reached epidemic proportions. Nationwide networks were set 
up to help distraught parents communicate with these children. Today you 
don't read much in the papers about runaways, but they're still out there, 
lonely, frightened and in trouble. 

The heroine of this novel, a blonde California teen-ager, had suffered the 
most humiliating sexual abuse at the hands of her stepfather. When she could 
no longer bear living under the same roof with him, she fled-only to wind up 
in the hands of even more unscrupulous people. She was taken in by the 
well-known millionaire publisher of a national "skin" magazine, whose 
feature spreads had lately included all manner of erotic photographs, and 
whose "blue" movies starring Hollywood's most celebrated faces, were the 
underground rage. So penniless and unsophisticated our heroine falls prey to 
this viper. 

This is the story of one young girl's struggle to retain her decency in the 
face of a corrupt world. But admirers of fine literature will not fail to 
draw parallels of meaning on other levels. For this is the story of the 
eternal struggle of the forces of blind animal instinct against the rational 
mind. 

-The Publishers 

 
CHAPTER ONE 

"You're the only person who knows, Ellen ... and I swear, if you tell a soul 
I'll never speak to you again as long as I live!" 

"But Lisa... Your parents will be so upset . . . And . . . And . . ." Ellen 
stammered...."And what about graduation?" 

The two teen-aged girls walked up Miller Avenue from Tarn High in animated 
conversation-Lisa, tall and blonde and unspeakably beautiful; and Ellen, 
always seeming a step or two behind her friend, a little shorter, a little 
heavier, her brown hair pulled back into a plain elastic band at the nape of 
her neck. 

"My parents have nothing to say about it," said Lisa, and sighed deeply. 
There were things you couldn't even tell your best friend. "You just don't 
understand Ellen ..." 

"But," said her friend in disbelief, "Hollywood! Gosh, I mean, it's so big 
and fast and everyone's supposed to be so phony. You'll miss Mill Valley. 
You really will." 

"Oh Ellen," Lisa turned to her, "I hate it here. Hate it!... And besides," 
she looked at her friend and spoke in the confidential tones of a confession 
"I want to be an actress." 

Ellen stared at Lisa for suddenly she understood her best friend was 
starting out on a road down which she could never follow her. But certainly, 
if anyone was beautiful enough to be a movie star it was Lisa. God! Everyone 
knew the boys at school would get hard-ons just looking at her and have to 
walk around with their books covering their crotch. And it wasn't just 
beauty. Mill Valley was full of pretty blonde girls. But Lisa had this ... 
this quality. There was just something about her ... a kind of animal 
magnetism ... that drew men helplessly to her. And Lisa had always seemed 
totally unaware of her power. 

In fact-and this was really strange-Lisa never dated, would barely even talk 
to the boys at school. Maybe she just hated the way they always stared at 
her body. 

But what a body! Ellen thought, eyeing her best friend with blatant envy. 
Her breasts, braless beneath her soft yellow sweater, were so high and full. 
And those hard little nipples even drove their math teacher, Mr. Fisher, 
nuts so that his voice would crack every time he asked her a question in 
class. 

And in the summer, at Muir Beach, boys and even men would walk by Lisa in 
her bikini and trip over their own feet. And she would just smile, 
apologetically, as if she had done something wrong. 

Yet in all the time they'd been friends, as far as Ellen knew, she'd never 
gone out with any boy at Tarn High. It was a little strange, Ellen thought, 
but then Lisa was a very unusual person. 

"You'll make a great actress, Lisa. Wow! I bet you'll be a star!... But gee, 
I'm gonna' miss you so much." 

Lisa looked at her friend sternly. "I have to go Ellen. I-I can't explain 
why it has to be now. If you knew, you'd understand." How could she ever 
explain to Ellen why she couldn't stay one more day in Mill Valley. How 
could she ever tell anyone about her stepfather and the awful things that 
went on in her house? 

"When are you leaving?" 

'Tonight." 

Ellen felt warm tears gushing up in her eyes. God! She would miss her friend 
an awful lot. As they reached the corner Ellen suddenly stopped and 
impulsively gave her friend a quick, emotional, somewhat embarrassed hug. 
"Oh, good luck, Lisa. Good luck. And please write me. Oh, gee, I'll miss you 
so much." 

"I-I'll miss you too Ellen. Oh, gosh. I really, truly will. You're the best 
friend I've ever had." 

That night Ellen waited until her mother and stepfather had been asleep for 
an hour. Then, quietly, she got up out of bed and took down her suitcase 
from the closet shelf. 

Yes, she thought to herself. It's the only thing to do. Last night had been 
the last straw. She couldn't live here like this. She wouldn't. 

After Lisa's father had died, her mother had married a man named Bill 
Robinson. Lisa had been thirteen at the time. And from the beginning there 
had been trouble, but Lisa had never dared tell her mother. It would have 
hurt her so much. 

The first time was a week after the wedding. Bill had grabbed her by her arm 
in the hallway and pulled her into a corner. He had been drunk. "Oh, honey 
... honey ... you drive me nuts. You know that? You're making me crazy with 
that body of yours." 

Lisa tried to pull away. She was so frightened and his grip was like a vise. 

"Oh please .. ." Bill was groaning, "just let me touch you ... oh please ... 
please ... honey ..." 

It was useless for the slender teen-ager to struggle against his grip. And 
he had taken his big rough hands and rubbed them on her breasts through her 
sweater, rubbed them and squeezed them. And she had hated it. She had felt 
strange things happen side of her, strange flushes of heat and electricity 
and she didn't want to feel those things. 

Then he had bent down and pressed his mouth to hers, shooting his tongue out 
and working her teeth open. She had wanted to gag as she felt his tongue hot 
and wet inside her mouth. But she didn't dare cry out. 

Then they had heard the door open, Lisa's mother returning from the market, 
and he had released her, with a look that said he'd kill her if she said a 
word. 

It had happened many times in the last two years. She tried to avoid him as 
much as possible and never, never let herself be alone in the house with 
him. On Wednesday nights when her mother played Bingo at the church she 
always studied at Ellen's house and on Saturday afternoons when her mother 
did the marketing, Ellen left the house early and didn't come home until 
dinner time. 

But despite all these precautions she occasionally had the misfortune to 
find herself alone in the house with Bill. 

Last night had been the last time. 

But now she could remember the first time. The memory seared her 
consciousness like a brand. It was a Wednesday night, her mother's Bingo 
night, and Lisa had been sick with the flu. 

"Oh, dear," her mother had said. "Maybe I'd better stay home and look after 
you, Lisa." 

Her stepfather had jumped in. "Now, now, Martha... don't you worry about our 
little girl, you hear? I'll take good care of her." 

Lisa could feel her heart pounding under her thin seersucker pajamas. Oh 
God, no! Mother no! Don't leave me alone with him, please. But she didn't 
dare say anything. It would hurt her mother more than she could bear. 

When Bill Robinson walked her mother to the door downstairs, Lisa got out of 
bed and closed her bedroom door. Then, as she had seen people do in the 
movies, she propped her desk chair against the doorknob hoping it would keep 
him out. 

Then she went back to bed and pulled the covers over her head. She closed 
her eyes and prayed that he would leave her alone. 

That first time she had been fourteen years old, and well-developed for such 
a young girl. Her breasts had grown firm and hard like ripe young lemons and 
the soft blonde down barely covered her pubic mound. But her face-all men 
who saw it were instantly arrested by it-for it was womanly beyond her 
years. The mouth was so full and promising of sensual delights. And her 
large blue eyes seemed grave and wise. Her cheekbones were high and her nose 
small and straight. The total effect, even at that tender age, was of a 
beauty almost painful in its depth. 

Suddenly, she had heard her stepfather's footsteps in the hallway ... heard 
them stop in front of her door. She lay trembling beneath her blankets, 
praying he would not get into her room. Then she heard the knob turn. She 
looked out from the covers at the small wooden chair. Bill must weigh at 
least 200 pounds, she thought, and that little chair looks so helplessly 
weak. She watched with wide-eyed terror as the chair began to shake while 
her stepfather banged on the door. 

He was laughing! 

Roaring with laughter! 

He was drunk. 

"Oh ho ... you little tease," he was hollering. "Think you can keep your 
dirty step-papa away from you, do you?!" His laughter thundered through the 
door. 

"Go away. Please go away and leave me alone," she begged. Tears were forming 
deep in her throat and she didn't want to let them out. She didn't want him 
to see her cry. "Please ... you'll ... you'll catch my flu," she said 
pathetically and Bill Robinson just roared with laughter. 

Then suddenly she let out a shriek of terror as she saw the little chair go 
flying across the room and the door flung wide open. 

Bill was standing there with a can of beer in his hand and a look on his 
face that she would never forget-like those pictures of cruel and lustful 
demons in hell that she had seen at Sunday school. 

"Stay away from me, Bill Robinson ... you stay away," she screamed and 
helplessly threw her pillow at him. 

"Haw, haw haw ... little baby's playing angry is she?" He grinned and calmly 
his massive body moved toward her on the bed. 

Oh God! she thought. This is a nightmare. This can't really be happening! 

"W-what do you want?" she tried to scream, but her voice only came out a 
whisper. She was frozen with terror at the sight of the enormous form of her 
stepfather advancing toward her. 

"You're so pretty, so pretty," he was muttering as he reached a large beefy 
hand out toward her flowered seersucker pajama tops. Then he had tugged at 
the neck and in one powerful movement had ripped the fragile garment from 
her trembling body. 

The beautiful young teen-ager made a hopeless effort to cover her small firm 
breasts with her hands, but she was like a butterfly fighting a beast for he 
had pushed her flat down on the bed and was tearing the thin pajama bottoms 
from her body. 

"God! You're such a pretty thing," he was muttering drunkenly, almost to 
himself. 

"Oh God, please ... leave me alone," she whimpered. 

And then his mouth had been crushed against hers as his tongue smacked wetly 
at her tightly clenched lips until he forced her soft mouth open. At the 
same time his hands moved roughly over her wildly thrashing little naked 
body. He groaned like a wounded animal as he felt her smooth hard breasts 
and little erect nipples on his palms. Then his hands moved down her flat, 
quivering belly to the thin blonde down which barely covered her virginal 
pussy. 

She looked at him with terror and venom in her eyes. "This is rape .. .it's 
rape!" she spat at him fiercely as his large demanding hands were now 
working their way between her tightly clenched thighs. Suddenly, she felt 
his finger pressing against her tight virginal cuntal opening. 

"Please, please ... it hurts! Owwwww! You're hurting me!" she cried. 

His attention had wandered then back to the lust maddening sight of her 
naked breasts. He clamped his mouth over his stepdaughter's pink little 
nipple, sucking it deeply into his warm wet mouth, biting lightly at it with 
his teeth. 

"Go away. Oh, please, leave me alone. LEAVE ME ALONE!" 

Bill Robinson half-laughed, half-grunted at her protests as his hands flew 
wildly over her trembling nakedness. His harsh kisses were bruising her soft 
young lips as his tongue once again forced its way into the moist warmth of 
her mouth. 

The young teen-age victim began to pound her tiny fists against his huge 
barrel chest, but he only laughed at her pathetic effort to free herself. 

"Owww ...!" she cried out as once again his big fingers were rubbing and 
tweaking her breasts unmercifully, making her wince with pain. 

"Oh God, please ... Bill... stop. You're hurting me!" she shrieked as his 
out- stretched middle finger once again tried to worm its way into her 
tightly resisting cuntal passage. 

Bill Robinson was maddened with lust beyond control and, inside his pants, 
his throbbing cock was pressing hotly into the beautiful blonde teen-ager's 
naked, smooth thighs. Lisa was frightened to look down now, terrified by 
what she might see. One time in the hallway he had forced her to look at his 
blood-engorged penis and she nearly had fainted at the sight of it. 

Now she shut her eyes tightly as she felt his hot mouth once again return to 
her tender young breasts, sucking ever more violently on her now sore flesh, 
his head bobbing steadily from one to the other. 

She had whimpered in terror, and then suddenly she gasped as his thumb began 
to rub the sensitive nerve endings of her small young clitoris. Suddenly 
Lisa gasped: "Oooooohhhh, nooooooo...." 

His constant biting and sucking at her sensitive young tits was making her 
cringe with pain, yet somehow the pressure of his huge finger pressing 
against her virginal pussy was sending strange sensations of pleasure 
throughout her body! 

The young teen-ager was painfully confused by her strange reaction to her 
stepfather's brutal rape and then-as his huge finger made a sudden plunge 
straight through her tight maidenhead into the tight clasping depths of her 
cunt-Lisa let out a blood-curdling cry of pain! 

"Oh God! Aiiieeeeee! You're hurting me!" Tears were streaming down her soft 
cheeks and her body was writhing in agony, struggling to get away from the 
viselike grip of his left hand holding her down to the bed while his right 
middle finger was fucking excitedly now in and out her painfully writhing 
cunt. 

"Stop! Dear God! Please. Stop. Stoooo-pppppp!" 

But Bill Robinson was like an animal out of control. His wetly slobbering 
mouth made a trail down to the flat plane of her belly. Then, suddenly, he 
had stopped at the soft down of her pubic triangle. He forced her slender 
young legs wide apart, as he stared in wonder at the wildly arousing sight 
of her wetly glistening young cunt with his outstretched middle finger 
sawing in and out of the tight pink flesh. As his eyes devoured the 
mouth-watering sight of her defenseless young cunt, he removed his finger, 
and, holding her legs widely splayed open, he bent closer and kissed the 
silken flesh of her belly. Then, slowly moving downward, he ran his tongue 
around and around her soft mound of downy blonde pubic hair. 

The young blonde teen-ager struggled with every bit of strength in her 
slender young body against his assault, but she was helpless against his 
brute strength. Then she felt him raise up her legs, forcing them back to 
her shoulders. 

"Bill! Oh, God! Bill-what are you dooo-iiiinngggg?!" 

But her stepfather merely grunted his animal laugh and she heard the wicked 
hissing sound of his zipper opening. Dear Lord, no, please, don't let him 
rape me! Her mind was reeling with torment now as his hugely throbbing cock 
stood only inches from her warm wet virginal passage. Then unable to resist 
any longer, Robinson had pressed forward with his hips, pushing his thick, 
blood-engorged member against her tightly virginal cuntal opening. 

Christ! she is tight! he thought. 

Then suddenly he could feel the tight elastic mouth of her cunt give way and 
the hot rubbery tip of his penis popped inside of her wide-stretched pussy 
lips, tearing through the tight membrane of her maidenhood. 

"Aiiiieeeeeee!" Lisa screamed in agony- both physical and mental-as her 
virginity was painfully surrendered to this unfeeling rape by her drunken 
stepfather. 

He was fucking his huge thick penis in and out of her tightly writhing young 
pussy now, ramming her viciously, and though she continued to cry and beg 
for mercy it was useless. Bill Robinson was deaf to her protest, numb to her 
pain. All he knew was that he had to cum, and he fucked his enormous 
rampaging cock mercilessly in and out of her nakedly upturned cunt, his 
balls slapping painfully against her ass-cheeks. 

The helplessly writhing teenager knew now that nothing she could do would 
stop him. His skewering thickness was ravaging her innocent young pussy, the 
lust- hardened shaft growing more monstrously huge with each powerful 
thrust. 

Her stepfather could feel her warmly clasping cunt muscles tightening over 
the entire length of his massively blood engorged member as she clenched her 
muscles in a vain effort to rid her body of his unwanted hardness. But this 
had only en-cited him to fuck even more mindlessly. He could feel her 
fingernails digging into his shoulders, but nothing would stop him now. He 
felt like he was about to explode! 

He fucked like a wild beast and felt himself suddenly cumming without 
warning, filling his stepdaughter's ravished cunt with hot creamy sperm that 
was pumping unceasingly from his rock hard cock as he moaned out his 
pleasure like an animal. 

"I'm cummmmminggggg! Oh God, baby, I'm cumming." 

Then he collapsed over the wretchedly weeping young girl as the last of his 
hot thick cum flowed obscenely out of her cock filled pussy and down between 
her trembling ass-cheeks, dripping on the clean flowered sheets of her bed. 

In a moment he stood up and looked at her like a big sad bear. 

Then he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. "You love your stepdaddy, 
don't you baby. Don't you." 

Lisa turned her head away and wept silently to herself. At that moment her 
pain grew even more keen, because she had felt suddenly sorry for her mother 
and the pathetic animal she had married. 

The next two years of living at home were sheer agony for Lisa. She dared 
not tell her mother anything and though she arranged her life so that she 
would never be alone with Bill Robinson, there were in two years, several 
times when they had wound up alone in the house together, and each time he 
had raped her as brutally as he had that first night. And each time, when it 
was over, he had been sad-eyed and guilty and tender with her, which had 
just made it all that much worse. 

But last night had been the very last time. She was old enough now to leave. 
She had to leave. It would hurt her mother for awhile, she knew, but not as 
much as the truth would have. 

Her adolescence had been hell because of Bill Robinson, but she was ready 
now to be free. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The night was perfect stillness and only the conversation of the crickets 
echoed through the dark silence. Lisa's mother and Bill had been asleep now 
for more than an hour. It was time. 

She fastened her suitcase closed and took one last look at the room that had 
been hers for as long as she could remember. Then she tiptoed down the 
stairs, holding her breath so as not to disturb the stillness of the 
sleeping household, and slipped quietly out the front door. 

She felt a sudden pang of sadness tearing at her heart as she realized she 
was leaving her childhood behind, and leaving her mother for whom she felt 
only the deepest love. 

Under cover of the darkness she walked down back streets toward Tarn 
Junction. The suitcase felt heavy, but she did not dare to stop and rest. 
She could not break her stride. She feared she might break like a little 
child and run back into her mother's arms. And she walked quickly, 
frightened too that her parents might wake and discover her absence. 

She was only a few blocks from the Junction now, but she stayed off the 
coast highway, walking instead down little side streets until, at last, she 
found herself only a few hundred yards from the Freeway entrance. 

She put her suitcase down by the side of the road. She had to take the 
chance now, she thought, as she stepped out into the road and put out her 
thumb. 

She had only been standing there a few moments when a sleek white Jaguar 
screeched to a stop. 

A handsome man in his early thirties peered out at her from the darkness. 
"Jump in," he said in an easy and friendly way. 

"Thanks," Lisa smiled and opened the door, sliding comfortably into the soft 
leather seat. 

Cal Harding looked at the beautiful young girl beside him and smiled quietly 
to himself. What a beauty, he thought... and I've seen plenty of beauties. 
But this chick ... something special... 

"Where you heading?" he asked speaking very calmly and confident. 

His calm and relaxed manner put Lisa at her ease. 

"L.A.," she smiled ... 

"Are you visiting friends down there?" he asked. 

"No. I really don't know anyone down there. But I . . ." here she hesitated. 
It wasn't the sort of thing one blurted out to strangers. 

He didn't probe with questions. He didn't have to. The trip would be a long 
one and he was confident she would open up to him by the time they got to 
L.A. 

They drove in silence for awhile and, before she had even realized it, Lisa 
dozed off. She had no idea how long she had been asleep, when she awoke 
abruptly as the car came to a stop at an all-night restaurant. It looked 
like Denny's. 

"Where are we?" she mumbled out of her sleep. For a moment in her 
disorientation she thought she was home in her room. Then a sense of fear 
mixed with exhilaration filled her young body as she realized she was on the 
road, very very far from home. 

"Hungry?" Cal asked. 

She was starved, but she had so little money and it had to last until she 
could find a job in L.A. "Nope ... I'll just wait here," she said shyly. 

"Come on ... my treat," Cal smiled. 

"Oh ... no ... I couldn't." 

"Hate to eat alone ..." 

"Okay," she laughed. He was such a considerate man. 

Now that they were in a well-lighted booth, Cal Harding took a better look 
at the young hitchhiker. Oh yeahhhhh! he thought to himself. What a pair of 
tits. Jesus, I get a hard on just looking at them through that sweater... 
and, Christ! I've seen the most beautiful women in the world stark naked! 

Lisa studied the menu and Cal studied Lisa. Oh, this baby will do. Yes, sir. 
She'll photograph like a wet dream. 

"So, you're going to L.A. to get into movies?" Cal grinned. 

Lisa looked at him in astonishment. 

"How did you know?" 

Cal's answer was sincere. "You've got what it takes to be a movie star kid. 
And I'm not just saying that to flatter you. But it takes a lot more than 
just being beautiful to be a good actress, if you know what I mean. It takes 
a lot of life experience." 

Lisa didn't really know what he meant but she smiled and nodded. She was 
flattered by his encouragement. 

"Are you in the movie business?" she asked. 

"Sort of," Cal chuckled to himself. "I'm a photographer," he said. What he 
didn't tell her was that he took pictures of people in every manner of 
sexual combination and had directed some of the most sensational sex films 
ever seen-films that all Hollywood whispered about because of the famous 
faces in them. 

"What kind of pictures do you take?" Lisa asked. 

"Did you ever hear about or see a magazine called Top Floor?" 

Lisa blushed. Everyone knew Top Floor. It's formula of sensual naked woman 
and articles by first-rate writers had made it one of the top magazines in 
America. These days it had expanded still further and had a four-page photo 
spread of graphically explicit sex scenes in every issue. 

"Come on, now, little girl. Don't tell me you think there's something wrong 
with showing the naked body?" He laughed with superiority, knowing it would 
make her embarrassed to admit a prudish viewpoint. But the young girl held 
more firmly to her convictions that he would have given her credit for. Lisa 
blushed, but would not be manipulated: "I really don't think much of that 
kind of magazine" she said. "It exploits women." 

Good, thought Cal. J like a strong one. More fun to tame! 

"You're prettier than most of the girls in the magazine, you know. Much 
prettier." Where intimidation didn't work, maybe flattery would. 

"Thank you." 

"Now I'm not even gonna try and talk you into anything ... too many girls 
give their eye teeth to model for us." 

"I'm sure," said Lisa curtly. "But not me. 

"I like a girl with spirit," Cal said. He wouldn't push the point. He'd play 
a nice easy game with this little one. She would be eating out of the palm 
of his hot hand soon enough. 

They drove in comfortable silence through the night, Lisa dozing from time 
to time. Occasionally they would engage in an easy, joking conversation. 
There was no more mention of that magazine Top Floor and Lisa was happy for 
that. 

The sun was just coming up over the Santa Monica mountains when the white 
XKE came off the freeway onto Sunset Boulevard travelling east. 

"Listen ... I live at Ace Carbone's mansion . . . we'll be there just in 
time for breakfast. I'm sure he wouldn't mind a bit if you would join us 
..." 

Ace Carbone's mansion-she had seen pictures of it in People magazine a few 
months earlier. 

"Oh ... no thank you ... I-I..." 

"Hey, little girl. You got someplace to go?" 

Lisa looked down then at her hands which were resting in her lap. She was 
becoming embarrassed because of the conversation with him and the direction 
it was going in. Her fingers started to fidget. 

"Well, n-no." 

"Then you just come on with me. Carbone doesn't bite, you know. He's a 
pretty nice guy ... and he knows a lot of people. He could help you with 
your career." 

"Are you sure he wouldn't mind." "Hey, you're shy!" 

Cal was charmed. It wasn't often you got to see a girl blush in the City of 
the Angels. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Never in her life had Lisa seen anything like Beverly Hills. Street after 
street of enormous mansions in every style of architecture imaginable. A 
touch of Spain, a little bit of old Cape Cod, Victorian England. The Jaguar 
wound its way up into the hills, where the huge houses became estates, 
surrounded by acres of parkland, locking the public out with massive 
imposing gates. 

But nothing... nothing in the world was like the mansion that Ace Carbone 
owned. 

It was a castle... complete with turrets, moat and drawbridge. Lisa was 
surprised that there weren't beefeaters guarding the gate. 

"Wow!" was all she managed to say. Cal just smiled. 

"Not a bad little cottage, huh?" 

An exquisite dark-haired woman in a bikini opened the door for them. 

"Hey, Carlotta. How's it going." Cal gave her a friendly little slap on the 
backside. 

"Oh, come on in Cal. Carbone's not here. He's in New York until tonight. But 
he'll be back for the party tonight ... say, who's your friend?" 

Carlotta regarded Lisa with a mixture of curiosity and jealousy. 

Cal introduced them. "I'm gonna do some tests on her tomorrow, Carlotta. Can 
you get a room fixed up for her?" 

Lisa looked questioning at Cal. Maybe she hadn't made herself clear. She was 
certainly not going to model for Top Floor magazine. 

But Cal winked and put a finger to his lips as if to say, don't take it 
seriously. Just leave everything to me. 

Carlotta went to see about a room and Cal explained: "Don't worry about a 
thing honey. You've got no place to stay and the Carbone mansion is full of 
empty rooms. Just leave everything to me!" 

"I'm not going to model!" 

"Don't worry about a thing." 

Carlotta returned. "Come on, honey. Let me show you your room." 

They passed several other beautiful girls as they walked through the castle 
but no men. 

"This is Carbone's little kingdom," Carlotta quipped. 

Lisa gaped in astonishment when Carlotta opened the door to the room that 
was to be hers. Never in her life had she seen anything so beautiful. 

First there was the view ... there were windows on three sides of the room, 
each with a different aerial view of Los Angeles below. It made her feel 
heady, almost as if she were flying. 

And the windows were covered with a yellow chiffon pulled to the side. It 
was like walking into sunshine. There was a yellow satin bedspread with 
little cornflowers on it, and an antique pine dresser with a china basin on 
it full of fresh flowers ... 

"Here's your bathroom," said Carlotta, opening the door to a mirror covered 
room, walls and ceilings and a thick plush white rug on the floor. "Say, are 
you coming to the party tonight?" 

"Gee ... I don't know." 

"Sure you will." She looked at Lisa, taking in her faded jeans and T-shirt. 
"Do you have something to wear?" 

"Well ... I... not really...." 

"Don't worry. We'll find you something." Carlotta smiled at her for the 
first time. "Welcome to L.A. kid." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Lisa gasped as she looked at herself in the mirror. The dress Carlotta had 
brought her was so daring! It was a floor length black crepe sheathe with a 
v-neckline slashed almost to her waist. Her full, melon-shaped breasts were 
almost completely visible, high and rounded and practically bursting out of 
the thin cloth, while her nipples could be seen protruding through the sheer 
black fabric. 

But she looked beautiful and she knew it! She had never seen herself look 
like this. Like a woman. Like a beautiful grown woman, not a high school 
girl. The dress was slashed on both sides almost to the hip, and she admired 
her long, sleekly tanned legs in the little bejeweled sandals with very high 
heels that Carlotta had also brought for her. 

As she gazed at her reflection in the mirror she felt a faint stirring of 
excitement between her legs and she turned quickly from her own image, 
ashamed of her narcissism. 

"You look gorgeous." 

She turned to face Cal at the door to her room. 

"Don't you knock?" 

"Hey, come on baby. You have a right to admire yourself." 

The look in his eyes bothered Lisa. Something about it reminded her of Bill 
Robinson. She pushed the thought from her mind. 

"The guests are starting to arrive ... 

come on downstairs and I'll introduce you around. And listen, don't let the 
famous faces throw you, honey ... You're more beautiful than any one of them 
..." 

"Oh, Cal ... this is all so wonderful. I don't know how I'll ever repay 
you." 

"Don't worry about a thing," he said slipping his arm around her tiny waist 
and leading her down the long staircase into the main ballroom where the 
party was just beginning. 

Lisa had never seen anything like this in her life. It was like movies she 
had seen about the court of Versailles. The ballroom walls were all mirrored 
and crystal Chandeliers illuminated the room with a magical glow. 

And then Lisa began to notice the faces. There was not one she did not 
recognize! 

"Well, hello, hello, helloooo." It was Ace Carbone, greeting Cal, asking to 
be introduced to Lisa. She'd seen his face so often she almost felt as if 
she knew him. She'd seen him on Johnny Carson's show, and on Merv Griffin's, 
had seen his pictures in hundreds of newspaper and magazine photos. She 
could smell the liquor on his breath as he put his hands roughly around her 
waist and kissed her wetly on the cheek. 

Cal handed her a glass of scotch as a waiter brought a tray of drinks around 
and he began introducing her to people. She felt like she was dreaming... it 
was like stepping inside a fan magazine. He introduced her to Jack Pennyson, 
and Warren Bailey, to Liz and Liza and Fay... When she shook hands with 
Barry Brand, still magnetically charming though his hair was now almost pure 
white, she could feel her knees go weak with the thrill of it. Over in the 
corner she noticed a beautiful aging redheaded woman wearing dark glasses 
and seated alone. "Who's that?" she asked Cal. 

"That's Helen Cresci!" 

"Wow! I didn't know she was still alive!" Helen Cresci had been the biggest 
star Hollywood had ever known in the thirties and forties. Then, overnight 
she had left the acting business and was rarely seen in public. 

Her first drink was replaced with a second and Lisa was feeling lightheaded 
and excited. There was an air of expectancy in the room and vaguely Lisa 
wondered why everyone seemed to be waiting for something. 

"Okay, everyone . . ." Carbone's New York street voice boomed above the 
crowd ... "Show time folks ... We are about to begin." 

"Oh .. . are we going to see a movie?" Lisa asked, but her question was 
ignored. She was beginning to feel a little dizzy. Was this her third drink 
... or her fourth ...? 

She followed Cal to a screening room and was seated beside him as the lights 
dimmed. She heard the sound of the projector beginning to roll and a set of 
elaborate credits came up in the flaming red-orange colors of the old 
Hollywood spectaculars. The film was called, The Victim. Lisa tried to 
remember if she'd ever seen it on television. 

The scene opened in an old-fashioned Victorian boudoir, with a huge 
four-poster bed in the middle. The film was in color, but a faded color, and 
looked very old. It must be a classic, Lisa thought. A young woman, dressed 
in a high-necked gown walked into the room. 

Lisa recognized her immediately. "Why, that's Helen Cresci isn't it?" 

Cal nodded. 

Lisa watched as the famous movie star began to remove her clothes. 

"She looks so young. This movie must have been made a long time ago." 

Again Cal just nodded. Lisa was puzzled. There wasn't much nudity in films 
when Helen Cresci was that young. 

She watched with interest as the movie star pulled off the dress, leaving 
only her lace panties and bra. Then Helen Cresci began to run her hands 
sensually over her hips and belly. Then, Lisa was astounded as she watched 
the woman remove her lacy black brassiere, revealing the smooth white skin 
of her firm full breasts and began running her fingers on the tips of her 
cherry-red nipples, making them grow visibly hard. 

Lisa could feel her heart beating in her chest. Something was very wrong! 
Why was Helen Cresci taking her clothes off in a movie obviously made thirty 
years ago. 

On the screen Helen Cresci was parading nakedly around the room wearing only 
stockings and a garter belt. 

Someone refilled her glass and Lisa continued to sip it. 

In the film a man-oh goodness, it was Barry Brand- had just climbed in the 
window of the room. 

It was just like a movie she had seen Barry Brand in about a cat 
burglar-only in the real movie, Helen Cresci had not been stark naked! 

"Okay, my pretty... on all fours!" Barry Brand was ordering her in his 
crisp, slightly British tones. 

"Oh, no!" Helen Cresci looked terrified. "No, please!" 

Lisa watched in utter disbelief as Barry Brand, larger than life on the 
screen, suddenly ripped the flimsy material of Helen's lace panties from her 
body. 

Now Lisa could see the full, round globes of Helen Cresci's ass protruding 
from her garter belt. The innocent young blonde could not believe her eyes. 
Barry Brand was pushing his hand now between Helen's smooth white inner 
thighs. 

"Good Grief!" Lisa exclaimed. "What kind of a movie is this!?" She wanted to 
run but she was frozen-afraid, embarrassed and ... fascinated. 

There was Barry Brand with his fingers far up inside Helen Cresci's pussy. 
At first the redheaded movie star fought and protested Barry Brand's brutal 
treatment, and her body writhed and fought against him, but uselessly. 
Gradually, Lisa began to notice a subtle change in the woman's voice. It was 
still moaning, but softer now, as if she was really enjoying it. 

The camera had a close-up of Helen's ass-cheeks now and Lisa could make out 
the scarlet valley of moist flesh inside her hair-lined pussy slit, could 
actually see the moisture now seeping from her pussy. Lisa could hardly 
believe her eyes. 

This was a dirty movie starring Barry Brand and Helen Cresci and they 
weren't acting. This was too realistic to be acting ... this was .. . real 
sex. 

Lisa continued to drink the scotch in front of her, as if somehow it could 
extinguish the fire which was beginning to kindle in her own loins. It was 
almost as if she herself were being touched between her legs by Barry Brand. 

Lisa knew she should ask Cal to get her out of here, but something inside 
her was making her stay. A deep sense of shame began to overwhelm her 
because she was becoming excited by the obscene images on the screen. 

She looked up again and now was able to see the great pulsing bulge in the 
crotch of the film actor's tight "cat burglar" pants. Lisa took in her 
breath sharply as she watched the handsome actor begin to undress. This was 
too unbelievable! Barry Brand slid his tight pants down over his legs and 
Lisa thought she would faint. He wore no underwear and as the pants slid 
down his legs, she saw the thick meatiness of his blood engorged erection 
suddenly spring straight out from the black triangle of his pubic hair! 

Barry Brand, the matinee idol who, fully dressed, could make women swoon, 
was larger than life on the screen now with a huge, throbbing erection, a 
turgid stiffness of lusting flesh that looked larger than Bill Robinson's! 
Much larger! The spongy purplish cock head was throbbing and Lisa could see 
one tiny drop of seminal fluid nestled just inside the little slit at the 
end. 

He was standing behind the redheaded actress now, holding his throbbing cock 
in one hand as he moved closer to her nakedly exposed buttocks. When he 
moved his hips forward, his lust-hardened cock was only an inch from the 
crevice between her ass-cheeks. For a moment he stroked his cock, and Lisa 
could not believe how huge and throbbing it looked. 

"Cal, please, I have to go," she begged. She did not belong here. This whole 
party, movie stars or no, was a wicked place to be. She had to leave. 
"Please Cal... please... get me out of here!" 

He glanced over at her. He could feel the flush in her cheeks and knew she 
was excited by what she was seeing. "Hey, now don't be a little prude. 
You're a big girl in the big city now, baby." Lisa was hurt, but still she 
made no move to leave by herself. Where would she go? She had no car, she 
didn't really even know where they were. 

Despite herself she found her attention drawn back to the screen and now she 
saw that Helen Cresci's buttocks were now spread so that Lisa could see her 
tightly puckering anus. Oh my God! She suddenly understood. Barry Brand was 
going to put his penis there! Oh God! What a horrible thing to do. 

What she saw next on the screen was almost beyond belief, filling her with a 
revulsion she almost could not endure. But why was she just frozen to the 
spot. Was she too drunk to move, or too frightened- or too curious? 

Barry Brand was bending forward now, his face close to the tiny brownish 
puckering ring. Then his tongue slid out and began to probe her asshole. 

"Ooooh," Lisa heard Helen Cresci moan lasciviously now. 
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhiiiiee-eeee ... put it in my ass, baby. Fuck me in the ass!" 

Brand's middle finger replaced his mouth then and wormed its way deeply into 
the tightly sucking rubbery passage of her rectum. She could see that his 
finger was sunk all the way up into the tight clinging passage, and Lisa 
cringed as she heard the movie star scream from what appeared to be a 
strange combination of pleasure and pain. 

In and out, in and out, Brand's finger teased and Helen Cresci wriggled her 
naked buttocks back against the palm of his hand making deep mewls of 
pleasure. At the same time Brand was stroking on his erect throbbing cock 
with his other hand. 

Then suddenly the actor pulled his finger from the redhead's anus with a 
quick movement that made a slight sucking noise as it popped clear of the 
tight passage. Lisa was astounded at the size Brand's cock had grown to. The 
huge purple head seemed to visibly throb with his passion, as brutally he 
dug his fingers into the actress's buttocks flesh, pulling them apart to 
prepare for the ultimate entry. 

Lisa was shocked to find that she was unconsciously squirming her now warmly 
moistening pussy against the chair beneath her. She felt Cal's arm lightly 
on her shoulders now, felt his hand accidentally graze her breast, sending 
thrilling shocks of electricity through her body. He leaned over and kissed 
her lightly on the neck and though she protested-"Oh, please, Cal, no!"-she 
felt her body flush heatedly all over. 

On the screen Barry Brand had just pressed his hips forward and Lisa watched 
wide-eyed now as the purple, spongy cock-head came in contact with the 
tightly puckering anal opening. Helen continued to wriggle her buttocks back 
as Barry Brand's blood-throbbing cock pushed hard against the rubbery 
brownish-pink hole. The tightly elastic flesh was resisting the entry of his 
blue-veined stiffness and then Lisa gasped audibly as she watched the film 
star's huge cock slide suddenly up the girl's anal passage. 

Helen shrieked in pain. "Aiiiiiieeeeee! Oooowwwwww!" as her rear passage was 
stretched almost beyond its capacity. But Brand did not withdraw. She could 
see the famous cocky smile on his sensually cruel lips as he fucked still 
deeper, ravaging her tiny nether passage yet another inch further. 

"Aarrrrgggghhhhhh! Aieeeeee!" Helen Cresci was screaming in agony, trying to 
pull her hips away from the huge, blood engorged member plundering her 
nether regions, but Brand had her firmly around the waist with his big 
strong hands, and she was powerless. 

Again and again Barry Brand thrust his enormous, blood-swollen member even 
deeper into the actress's tightly resisting anal opening as she writhed in 
agony and begged for mercy. He was fucking her, battering her with enormous 
force, his balls slapping harshly against her hotly seeping cuntal crevice. 

Never had Lisa seen a human being experience as much pain as Helen Cresci, 
and her own fingers were clutching the arms of her chair, knuckles bone 
white, in empathy. Then she shut her eyes tight. She couldn't watch this 
hideous cruel obscenity any longer. 

It was the change in Helen Cresci's cries that made her open her eyes again. 
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!" Lisa heard the actress mewl with definite undertones of 
pleasure. "Oooooohhhhhh!" 

The redheaded film actress's buttocks were grinding now in slow rolling 
motions as if she wanted Brand's huge throbbing cock fucking even deeper 
into her anal passage. Then slowly, the actor withdrew his long thickness 
from the depths of the widely stretched rectum. God! thought Lisa, 
unconsciously pressing her still moistening pussy against her seat even 
harder. Goodness!It's so much bigger than anything I've ever seen. 

Then suddenly the huge, lust-engorged stiffness was plunging deep again into 
the seething depths of Helen Cresci's painfully stretched rectal opening. 
Lisa couldn't believe the look of ecstasy on the actress's face, couldn't 
believe the hotly churning sensations in her own belly. 

Oh God! I never should have sat here and watched this. This is awful! 

Cal was lightly circling her nipple now with his sure fingers through the 
sheer black fabric of her dress. 

"No ... no," she whispered in protest, as thrilling shivers of heated 
excitement coursed through her body from his touch. "Please, Cal. It's 
wrong." 

"Gotta grow up sometime sweetheart," Cal grinned. 

"Please. Let's leave." 

Cal only smiled in response. "Now, you don't really want to go, do you?" 

Lisa couldn't bear to admit the truth to herself. She didn't want to go. 
That is, part of her didn't want to go. Her body didn't want to leave the 
thrilling passion of this experience. But her mind-her mind shrieked with 
the same pained protest as when Bill Robinson had raped her-her mind worked 
hard to protect her innocence, and the result of this struggle between mind 
and body was that she was immobile. And the sensations in her own belly 
continued to grow. She could feel the dampness between her own legs grow 
greater and greater. Her innocent young pussy was so hot and damp with 
excitement. It was awful, but that was what was happening. It was up to her 
now. She had to leave. It didn't matter that she didn't know where she would 
go. She had to get out of here. 

Suddenly she stood up. 

Cal grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her back into the seat. 

"Don't be an idiot, sweetheart," he said harshly. 

She tried to stand again. 

This time he was even rougher, and she could feel his fingers bruising her 
bare slender arm. 

"I said stay." 

Something in his tone made her afraid to defy him. She took another sip of 
scotch and felt it warm her belly. Now she could feel the tip of her own 
hardened clitoris against the thin fabric of her panties, sending flashing 
shocks of electricity through her body, making her flush still more with 
excitement. 

"Fuck my ass, baby lover. Oh God! Fuck it good. Fuck it hard!" 

Lisa could not believe the obscenities spilling from Helen Cresci's mouth as 
Barry Brand drove his cock in and out of her burning rectal passage with 
longer and harder strokes. Her buttocks were undulating rhythmically and the 
hot liquids from her cunt were dripping down the soft inner flesh of her 
creamy, milky white thighs. 

Lisa glanced at Cal. He had a wide grin on his face. Then Lisa's eyes 
dropped lowe unconsciously, to his crotch. Good Go What a hard bulge he had 
between his legs. Oooohh! Lisa was losing control. The sight of Cal's thick 
hard-on through his pants made her swallow hard. She wasn't herself; she 
felt so lost, helpless to fight the powerful sensations coursing through her 
body. 

The couple on the screen were fucking in a more wild rhythm now as their 
orgasms neared. Helen was screwing back her buttocks wildly, obscenities 
coursing from her mouth between the animalistic mewls and groans of 
pleasure. 

"Oooooo, make me cum, baby. Make me cum. Oooohhhhhh!" she cried shrilly, 
almost incoherently. Her red hair flew wildly from side to side and her huge 
breasts swayed beneath her body, the nipples hard and red and distended now. 
Harder and harder Brand buffeted her slender body as Lisa stared transfixed, 
her eyes watching as Brand's lust-bloated testicles swung back and forth, 
swung up between Helen Cresci's thighs on the forward stroke. Lisa's own 
cunt was on fire now. Oh God! She wanted to do something to relieve it. 
Wanted to touch herself, but she didn't dare! 

"Aaaaaaah. . .. Oooooohhhh.. .. Aiee-eeee.... I'm-I'm cummmmiiiiiinnnngg-gg! 
Oooh, Fuck . . . Fuck harder . . . harderrrr!" 

Then suddenly, Helen Cresci was shaking and jerking wildly, screaming out 
her earth-shattering climax. Lisa could even see the hot liquid of her pussy 
juices running wetly down her inner thighs from the pink opening of her 
hair-fringed pussy slit. 

Brand fucked deeper, still deeper into the actress's tight elastic rectal 
opening and Helen Cresci continued to scream and jerk her orgasm, begging 
Brand to fill her asshole with his hot cum. 

Brand felt the beginning of his self-control slipping. He began pounding all 
the more solidly into her trembling body. 

Then, with a wild groan, Brand's cock released the pent-up sperm and began 
shooting hot blasts of searing cum deep up inside the famous actress's 
rectal opening. 

The redheaded actress was still coming, her wild cries like an animal 
symphony of accompaniment. "Oooooohhhh! Aiiiiieeee-ee! Fuck, fuck, fuck, 
fuck, fuck..." she chanted mindlessly, her face contorted with passion His 
cock felt as if it as about to be detached from his body and left inside 
hers. 

For the first time Lisa was very aware of the others in the room .. . sounds 
and groans and sighs seemed to surround her and the whole room seemed to be 
taking part in the scene on the screen in front of them. 

Brand's cum was still pumping hotly into Helen Cresci's widely stretched 
anal opening, squirting in great explosive blasts from his enormous cock. It 
seemed it would never end. Lisa was horrified at the explosive excitement 
she could feel deep inside her own cunt as Brand finished his orgasm. 
Despite herself she was wishing she had been Helen Cresci, able to have 
Barry Brand's enormous blood-hardened cock pounding relentless into her own 
helplessly stretched anal opening even though she had never experienced it. 

Oh No! What was she thinking? She took another drink of scotch and let it 
work its calming magic over her confused and tormented being. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Lisa was shaking with a curious mixture of shame and desire as the film 
ended and the screening room lights went on. She looked around her in utter 
horror-people were in all stages of undress, and worse-some were-were 
actually doing it! Right there! 

Just a few feet from her a young starlet had Carbone's huge, hotly throbbing 
organ in her mouth and was sucking furiously at it. And alongside of them, 
another girl was sucking the starlet's large white breasts. Everywhere she 
looked her eyes fell on sights that filled her with horror. 

The orgiastic scene was too much for the innocent young girl. Suddenly she 
rose from her seat, fleeing the room, fleeing the famous faces with obscene 
expressions that horrified her. The whole room seemed to throb with lewd 
excitement and Lisa was hardly aware of the tears that were streaming down 
her face as she ran from the room ... unaware, too, that the star of the 
film they had just seen had not taken his eyes from her. 

Once inside the pretty yellow room she felt a sense of relief. She lay back 
on the soft quilted bed and let her natural breathing return. She tried to 
focus on the flowers in the basin, on the impressionistic painting on the 
wall, but the most horrible scenes of sexual abandon kept whipping across 
her mind. 

And her body felt like it was in a turmoil of heat. She was more wildly 
aroused than she had ever been in her life, and though her mind wanted to 
deny that fact, she could not deny the fact that her pussy was warm and 
getting wetter by the minute. And even here, alone on her bed, she could not 
stop her hips from squirming and undulating slightly with desire. She felt a 
burning passion in her loins more powerful than anything she had ever known, 
and she did not know how to extinguish it. Her nipples were so hard too, and 
the more she breathed, the more they'd rub against the soft black fabric of 
her dress, and the more grotesquely excited she would become. She had to 
admit she really felt it. 

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. 

"Go away," she said. "I don't want to see anybody." 

"Please," said the voice on the other side of the door, the deep, faintly 
British accent that any woman in the world would recognize ... it was Barry 
Brand! "You looked so upset," he said, sounding so cool and so charming it 
was hard to believe she had actually seen him do that awful thing in the 
movie just a few moments earlier. "I thought we might have a little chat." 

She was about to protest again, but noticed that the door to her room was 
slowly opening. 

"Hope you don't mind.... Can't stand to see a beauty in distress." Barry 
Brand's hair was almost completely white now, and he must have been in his 
sixties, but his tall muscular body looked as fit as a young man's. 

His manner now was so gentle she found it almost impossible to believe he 
was the actor in that obscene film doing terrible things to Helen Cresci. 

"I-It was so awful!" she cried out. "I've never seen anything like it in my 
whole life." 

Barry Brand sat down beside her on the edge of the bed. 

"Young lady," he said, "I'm a good deal older than you and perhaps even a 
bit wiser.... Let me tell you one thing I've learned in my life ..." 

His hand had reached out in a fatherly way for hers and as he held it, Lisa 
was aware of tiny hot sparks flying directly to the core of her belly, 
fuming the fire in her loins to an even greater heat. 

". . . One thing . . ." he was saying. "Nothing human beings do to each 
other with consent is wrong... Do you know the most awful feeling in this 
world?" he asked her. 

"What?" asked Lisa dutifully. She felt now as if she were being comforted by 
a kindly old grandfather. 

"To have a need, a burning need in your body, and to not be able to satisfy 
it." 

His answer went straight to Lisa's soul and because she could not admit even 
to herself what she felt and wanted at this moment, she simply had to burst 
into tears. 

The gallant Brand put his arms around her trembling shoulders. He could feel 
the burning desire that was wracking the young girl's body, but was old 
enough and wise enough to make his moves carefully. Having Barry Brand's 
muscular yet gentle arms around her merely fueled the raging fire in her 
cunt and she pushed him away roughly. 

She didn't want to admit feeling. 

Still the aging matinee idol was patient. 

"I've got something to calm you down i you like," he said casually, pulling 
a large flat white tablet from his pocket. He mumbled the name of the pill, 
and Lisa thought she heard him call it a "lewd," in a mumbled voice. 

Dear me, she thought. My imagination is distorting everything now. 

He brought her a glass of water from the bathroom and broke the pill in half 
so it would be easier for her to swallow. 

Because Barry Brand was a consummate actor, it was not difficult for him to 
play the fatherly comforter to perfection, even while desire for this sweet, 
untouched young thing was burning his brain and his body. My God! Not since 
Harlow so many years ago had he seen a young girl with such an overwhelming 
sexual power. Only where Harlow had been totally conscious of her effect on 
men, this lovely blonde seemed completely unaware. All the more appealing. 

"How do you feel?" he asked after a few minutes. 

Lisa felt wonderful.. . . Every muscle in her body felt wonderfully relaxed, 
and she was filled with warmth and sensuality. She could still taste the 
tears in her throat and wondered why on earth she had been crying. She felt 
great! 

"I feel. .. marvelous," she smiled at him, and it struck her for the first 
time that this was Barry Brand, the Barry Brand, sitting inches from her on 
the bed. 

Brand knew the effects of this soporific only too well. It completely 
destroyed inhibitions, made one melt to every touch, give in to every 
pleasurable impulse. He made his moves with a slow and easy grace. 

With total gentleness, he reached out and lightly stroked her shoulder. 
Then, almost imperceptibly his hand was sliding the zipper down her long 
feline back. 

"Oh no," Lisa protested. "What are you doing?" But the air on her naked skin 
felt so goooood. 

"Doesn't it feel nice ... ? Isn't your dress a little tight and 
constricting?" 

Lisa's mind wasn't working properly. She knew she should keep her clothes on 
but Brand was right ... it would feel so nice to be naked. 

Then, inadvertently, the opened dress slid down her slender shoulders 
revealing the ripe voluptuous mounds of her firm young breasts, their 
nipples hard and so inviting to the touch. Her arms flew up to cover 
herself, and then the strangest thing happened. The touch of her own hands 
on her tits sent excruciatingly pleasurable streams of fire coursing 
throughout her body. 

Brand swallowed hard. And with a little gentle coaxing, he was able to take 
her hands from their position of protection. 

Lisa felt lost in a delirium of sensations. Vainly she searched for the will 
to stop the rollercoaster of desire she was riding on, but she could not. 
She found herself unable to protest as Brand slid her dress down her hips 
and legs and off her, she felt them fall in a puddle on the floor. A small 
breeze playing in her pussy hair and on her clitoris, and Lisa could not 
help but make small undulating movements with her hips. 

Oh God, thought Brand, his cock growing hard, pulsing with blood in his 
pants ... Oh God, I want her so much! 

Somewhere in the back of her mind, little warning signals went off 
unnoticed. The combination of the scotch she had been drinking all evening 
to calm her nerves from the shock of the obscene movie she was forced to 
watch and the large white pill she had been given, seemed to dissolve every 
shred of normal inhibition that she had. She barely noticed that Brand was 
removing his own clothes, barely noticed that is until she saw the huge 
purple throbbing member jutting out between his still muscular legs. 

"Now, my dear, I will give you what you've waited all your life for... I'm 
going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you till you cum like a volcano!" 

"Oh, no ... please," Lisa protested in a vague, weak way. Because his words 
had sent wild thrills of excitement up her spine as her hungry young eyes 
took in every inch of his enormous blood-engorged member. 

"M-Mr. Brand! What are you doing?" She could not admit out loud her burning, 
all-consuming desire for the incredible handsome, white-haired movie star. 

Brand put his arms around her tiny waist now and pulled her to his own naked 
chest. The feel of her full breasts and hard nipples against his bare skin 
drove him nearly mad with desire. 

"I want to fuck you, my beauty," he said hoarsely. "Oh God, I want to fuck 
you." His plea seemed to gasp out of him. 

Lisa felt her entire body flush with shame yet she did not pull away from 
him. She could feel the nearness of his huge blood-engorged member, which 
was not yet touching her, only rubbing gently between her milk-white thighs, 
pressing into the thin fabric of her little bikini panties, feeling so hot 
she thought it could burn right through the flimsy material. 

Lisa had never felt so confused in her life. She almost wondered who she 
was, who it was on this bed in the beautiful room being held naked by Barry 
Brand the movie star! She was just a body, just a body with no mind. 

Somewhere, far away, the old Lisa was protesting. "No, no ..." she heard 
herself say at a great distance, the voice of her conscience almost hushed 
by the screaming need of her own desire. 

Then Brand pulled her still closer and opened his mouth to kiss her fully on 
the lips. His tongue drove wildly into the warm cavern of her mouth. His 
cock was jumping with excitement as he gently pushed her back on the bed and 
lay himself down alongside her. 

Slowly, he reached down across her smooth flat belly to the thin elastic 
band at the top of her panties, and gently, oh so gently, he pulled the tiny 
bikinis down over her smoothly rounded hips. Never in her young life had 
Lisa been so wildly aroused. Certainly, with Bill Robinson she had not 
allowed herself to feel anything but utter disgust. Now she found herself 
quivering like jelly to the touch of the marvelous handsome actor. Brand had 
been so brutal to Helen Cresci in the movie, but now he was being so 
incredibly gentle with her. There was something about him she liked. 

Barry Brand ran his hand up between her smooth white thighs, feeling more 
desire than he had in a long time. Not even the wildest orgies he had been 
to could be as exciting as helping a young girl to discover her own 
sexuality. 

Slowly, with great delicacy, Brand broke away from the kiss and began to run 
his tongue down the sensitive flesh of her long slender neck. He knew from 
decades of experience with women of all kinds that soon he would be able to 
get this young blonde beauty moaning and screaming for his cock. His tongue 
continued down her body, pausing to delight in the full throbbing fullness 
of her magnificent breasts. 

Her red nipples were hardened into erect little cherries, and Brand opened 
his mouth and began to breathe hot air over them. Then, lowering his head 
slowly, he took one nipple into his warm wet mouth, laying his tongue under 
it, licking furiously around the hardened bud, and then closing his mouth, 
sucking and pulling on it. 

For a moment Lisa came to her senses. "No ... oh God, no! What are you 
doing? Stop, please!" 

For an answer Brand merely continued to bite down on her nipple. He could 
feel her small hands pressing against his shoulders now in an effort to push 
him away, but she was helpless against his powerfully muscular body. 

"Stop, oh stop," she cried out. But she knew that if he listened to her and 
did stop she would be painfully disappointed. Never in her life had such 
exquisite sensations coursed through her body. The sensation seemed to run 
directly from her nipple to the pit of her belly, causing the fire flaming 
there to burn even more hotly. 

She couldn't fight him. Deep down she knew she didn't want to. She'd been 
drugged! And now she was a helpless prisoner to the fiery sensations of her 
own body. 

To the aging film star, the young girl's scent was a powerful aphrodisiac, 
and he was finding himself more excited than he'd been in a long, long time. 
She was so innocent, so ripe and ready, so in need of him to show her what 
fucking was really all about. 

Lingering at her nipples for just a few moments longer, Brand continued to 
trace a line down her body with his tongue, running it lightly across the 
smooth plane of her young belly to the soft golden mound of her pubic 
triangle. 

Lisa was lost in her own swirling sensations of sensuality, and for a moment 
she was unaware of what Barry Brand was doing. It took her a few moments to 
realize he had slithered down upon the aching slit of her hair-fringed pussy 
and that his silver head was between her thighs. 

Suddenly, the blonde teenager was horrified! 

"No! Please ... What are you doing? Don't... Oh stop!" She panicked and 
tried to twist away from him but he held her firmly by her tiny waist. 

"Doesn't it feel good, darling?" he asked. 

The phoenix of wanton lust was rising, brought on by his expert licking. 

It did feel good. Wonderful. It was the most delicious sensations she had 
ever experienced. But no! She couldn't allow such an obscenity to take 
place. 

She bucked and struggled against his powerful grasp, but deep in her heart 
what she most feared was that he would stop. Because if she did, she would 
be left alone with that terrible burning between her legs and no way to ease 
it. 

Oh God! Why had she taken that pill! 

What was happening to her? 

Barry Brand knew the girl was in a state of molten lust despite her 
protests. A tiny droplet of her seeping lubrication moistened the blonde 
hair surrounding her pussy, and her young pink cunt was opening like a rose 
blossom. Her clitoris was powerfully erect like a tiny pink bud and Brand 
slowly spread her pussy lips apart until its beautiful coral flesh was 
completely exposed to his lusting eyes. 

Lisa was moaning in shame now, yet she couldn't wait for his lips to touch 
her hotly pulsating pussy lips now. The warm air of his breath was grazing 
her sensitive nerves, and she inhaled sharply as she felt his head move 
closer to her open cunt. 

Then she could feel his wet tongue probing into her quivering cunt. It was 
like being touched by fire, and she began to moan wildly. Yet at the same 
time, years of habit could not stop her from struggling against not only her 
handsome seducer, but her own consuming passion. 

She'd had feelings like this years ago, when she had been in college. 

She tried to squirm her hips away from him, but he held her firm, and even 
the firmness of his grip was wildly thrilling to her. 

"No, no ..." she cried, but anyone hearing the voice behind the words would 
have heard her thoughts behind them .. . Yes, yes .. . oh, lick my pussy, 
lick it. 

She was mewling like a tigress in heat now, and her stomach churned in 
excitement. She cried out an animalistic moan of passion as the movie star's 
hungry tongue licked her soft inner thighs, then shot up into the delicate 
folds of her moistening cuntal lips and swirled maddeningly around the 
hardened bud of her throbbing clitoris. 

"Ooooohhhhh, please .. . you ... must ... stop! Please! STOP!" 

Lisa tried to pull away, to extricate herself from this molten maelstrom of 
passion in which she was fast becoming enslaved. But his grip on her slender 
young legs was so powerful that she was helpless. And she was helpless too 
to fight the hotly burning sensation of his warm wet tongue snaking over her 
clitoris, closing around it and drawing the erect little bud into his warm, 
smoothly wet mouth. 

Wild volts of electricity shot through the blonde teenager's body, and like 
a jungle beast in heat she gave herself up totally to the world of pure 
sensation. 

"Ooooohhhh, Ahhhhhhhh!" her cries of protest were changing now to deep moans 
of utter pleasure, as Barry Brand slipped his hands under her firmly rounded 
ass cheeks to lift her loins up to his probing tongue. He squeezed the 
melon-like flesh, while he continued to run his tongue around and around in 
the hot damp crevice of her cunt. 

Lisa was lost in the heat of ecstasy. Maybe she was drunk and drugged, but 
never in her life had she felt anything so exquisite. It bore no relation in 
the world to the obscene things Bill Robinson had done to her at home. She 
had never even guessed that such a state of total pleasure existed. His 
sucking mouth drove her crazy. 

Brand's tongue darted in and out of her sweet young pussy. Then he lifted 
her legs up and placed them around his shoulders, and she locked her ankles 
around his neck. With his middle finger he began to gently probe the tight 
little orifice of her puckered anal opening. 

Lisa was delirious now with sensual pleasure. 

"Ooooooooohhhhh, yessssssss ... yesss-ssssss . . ." she groaned with 
abandon, completely enslaved now to the wild flashes of pleasure that 
traveled through her body. 

Barry Brand's pleasure-giving tongue licked on and on and Lisa was beginning 
to realize she was powerless against this degradation. She had totally lost 
control of her body, and though her mind protested it was like a feeble 
voice in the distance. But try as she might, she could not fight her own 
lewd desires. She wanted him, wanted sex ... wanted to be fucked! Yes ... 
she wanted to be fucked ... 

"Oh, fuck me... fuck meeeee!" she cried out, a prisoner of the overwhelming 
fires consuming her wildly heated pussy. "Oh God! Fuck me Barrryyyyyyy!" But 
Brand had a long evening in mind. First he would make her come with his 
mouth, make her come so he could watch her, and feel her total submission. 
Later they would fuck and cum together in the wildest ecstasy she had ever 
known. 

Now his tongue continued to work furiously into the hot wet depths of her 
young pussy, stroking and teasing, stroking and teasing. 

Then he could feel it. He could feel her slender yet voluptuous young body 
begin the deep slow agony of a building orgasm. 

With the movie star's mouth sucking passionately on her heatedly moist cunt, 
Lisa was experiencing for the first time the true flame of desire. She 
writhed and twisted and mewled in abandon, her face unrecognizable with 
lust-contorted passion. 

She strained her body against his mouth as hidden ancient forces gripped 
her. 

She was cumming! Oh God! She was cumming! 

"Aaaaaahhhh ... oooohhhh ... aaaarr-rrgggggghhhhhh!" She could feel his 
hands all over her body now, her breasts, her rectum, her clitoris, all 
wildly aroused beyond anything she had ever dreamed possible. His tongue 
fucked deeper and deeper into her cunt, making her lose herself completely 
to the bonfire of her feelings. She felt like she would burst from so much 
pleasure, felt like she was a bomb about the explode. 

"Oh Godddddd! Goddddd!" And suddenly she screamed out like a banshee. 
"Aiiiii-eeeeeeeeee!" 

She jerked and bucked her hips wildly against the actor's face now as the 
hot spasms of orgasm wracked through her. Juices from her cunt gushed out of 
her hotly clasping pussy as she flew out on a spiral of total and utter 
orgasmic abandon. 

Brand watched in delighted astonishment as the young girl came and came and 
came. And when he thought she had to be finished, she was still cumming. 
Never in his long life had he seen anything like it. She twisted and writhed 
and groaned out her pleasure endlessly beneath him. 

And then he understood the secret of her magnetism-a capacity for deep and 
extended orgasms beyond the reach of most women. It was that energy that she 
had radiated, that drew men to her. The promise of this wild orgastic trip. 

Finally, the young blonde teenager's orgasm began to subside, and, her heart 
still pounding wildly, Lisa then opened her eyes and returned to reality. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The first thing Lisa saw when she opened her eyes was Barry Brand's huge, 
throbbing cock standing straight out from his groin. It was so big. Bigger 
even than it had appeared in the movie she had seen. 

She watched wide-eyed now as the white-haired film star took it in his hands 
and began to stroke it. 

And despite the fact that she had just experienced the first orgasm of her 
life, she began to feel the tightening of excitement between her slendor 
young thighs again. 

"Oh, baby ... do I want to fuck you!" Brand said, in that deep, well-known 
voice, as he stroked his cock in heated anticipation. 

"Oh no... you're so big!" she cried out in terror, staring in awe at his 
huge, throbbing shaft of flesh. He was so much bigger than even her 
stepfather had been! Her body was longing for him, but she knew she could 
never take something so enormous inside of her. 

"Well, then . . ." Brand teased, and turned away from her, "I won't give you 
my cock then!" 

At the sound of those words, Lisa felt the truth of an undeniable 
disappointment within her. 

He turned back to her, his huge member still pulsating in his hand ... 
"You're just an animal, little girl... admit it... you're an animal..." 

Oh God! Lisa thought. What was he saying? Her feeling now of degradation was 
overwhelming. She was an animal. Her body knew no reason. She wanted his 
cock ... wanted that huge pulsating shaft deep inside of her. That was a 
truth she had to face. 

"And I'm going to fuck you like an animal," he said, his voice suddenly 
harsh. "Turn over." 

"Oh no, oh God no! Please ... help!" 

Then, roughly, he turned her over and pulled her up by her waist so that she 
was on all-fours like a dog. Just like he had done to Helen Cresci in the 
movie she had seen! "No ... not like that ... not there!" She was terrified 
now that he was going to try and put that huge throbbing shaft of flesh into 
her tiny rear passage. 

But his next words allayed at least that fear. 

"Grab my cock," he commanded, his voice now harsh with the intensity of his 
need. "Put it in that sweet, wet pussy of yours!" 

"Oh, no.. . please... let me go... please ... no more ... no more!" she 
cried. 

"You've had your satisfaction, bitch. Now I'll have mine." 

She was frozen now with panic and shame. "Grab it!" 

She was afraid to disobey, and slowly she reached out and circled her hand 
around the thick column of blood-throbbing male flesh. Oh God! It was 
enormous! But she did as she was ordered. 

Slowly, she guided the purple spongy cock head to her hungrily quivering 
pussy lips and when it made hot contact with her cunt she could feel the 
jolts of electricity shooting through her body. Then her body took over from 
her mind and she began to rub his lust-engorged cock head, now moistened 
with pre-cum, against the throbbing nub of her erect clitoris. The sensation 
of pleasure was overwhelming and she knew again that she was lost to her own 
passions. With her own hand she now rubbed the cock along her moistening 
cuntal crevice, back and forth, clit to cunt, clit to cunt. 

"Ohhhh ... ohhhhhh ... ahhhh." She heard herself moaning again with desire, 
and realized she was still drugged, still incapable of fighting the wild 
sensations of pleasure coursing through her lust-heated body. 

Christ!She's taking a long time. I'm gonna cum if I don't get in there soon. 

He thrust his hips suddenly forward and his enormous, blue-veined cock 
slipped its head into the moist, heated depths of her hotly writhing cunt. 

As Lisa felt him enter her, she could not help but let out a huge mewl of 
passion: "Aaaaahhhhh ...!" she cried out. God! Nothing on earth had ever 
felt that good! 

Brand thrust again, and sunk his huge member still deeper into her tight 
pussy opening. Then slowly, oh so slowly and deliriously, he began to fuck 
deeper, ever deeper into her moist and writhing cuntal passage, slowly 
filling her with his huge column of hot hard flesh. Lisa felt as though her 
little pussy were being stretched to the bursting point, but nothing in her 
young life had ever felt this wonderful. 

Then, suddenly he withdrew, almost completely, leaving only the spongy cock 
head inside of her. 

"No . .. fuck me ... don't stop ... don't stop," Lisa was astonished to hear 
herself cry out. 

And suddenly Brand thrust his member so deep up inside her she could feel 
his cock pound against her womb. 

"Ungghhh!" she groaned from the impact of his powerful thrust. The pressure 
was giving her the most unbearable pleasure. She felt as if she would split 
in two, but it was wonderful! She was lost in an ocean of heated sensation, 
she felt like hot lava running down a volcano. 

Now he was fucking her rhythmically and she could feel his cum-laden balls 
swinging between her thighs, slapping regularly against her pulsatingly 
erect clitoris. She was going wild, going mad with the pleasure of these 
sensations. 

With long hard strokes Brand pounded in and out of her tight, hungrily 
sucking cunt now, striking her cervix then withdrawing almost completely. 
Never had he felt such total carnality beneath him, never had he seen a 
young girl give herself up so totally to pleasure. 

"Oooohhhh ... Oh ... dear God! Aiiieeee!" She was totally out of control, 
totally abandoned to the molten heat of the sensations coursing through her 
body. She could feel every inch of his hot hard cock sliding so smoothly 
into her hungrily sucking cunt and she began to fuck back. 

She raised her buttocks now to each stroke of the movie star's wildly 
fucking downstrokes, spreading her thighs wide apart to take him as deeply 
as possible. Nothing in the world existed anymore but the huge, throbbing 
cock in her flaming cunt, no longer even the tiniest voice of conscience. 
There was just fuck, just the fuck, just the hot hard cock fucking 
rhythmically in and out of her lust-maddened pussy. 

"Fuck me ... fuck me .. ." Lisa did not recognize the sound of her own voice 
begging so obscenely. Her buttocks wiggled back insanely now against his 
skewering thickness, and each stroke of his thick meatiness filled her with 
a million thrills of delight. His lust-bloated testicles slapped hard 
against her clitoris. 

Lisa looked back now beneath her body to see the full fleshy mounds of her 
breasts and beyond that, she could see her own, blonde-fringed pussy being 
wetly and hotly fucked by Barry Brand's blood-engorged member. The impaling 
thickness thrust so deep into her till it completely filled her tightly 
sucking passage, and the mounting sensation of lust was building so 
powerfully deep inside her again. 

And the most unbelievable thing of all was that it wasn't just any man 
fucking her! It was Barry Brand. The Barry Brand. For the past thirty years 
just about any woman in America would have given everything she owned just 
to trade places with Lisa at this very moment. 

And the still handsome movie star was no less delighted with the girl 
beneath him. It was a great source of pride to him that even at his age he 
could give a beautiful young girl so much pleasure. Carbone always had 
beautiful chicks around- centerfolds from the magazine-but this one . . . 
this one was perhaps the most beautiful girl he had ever seen! He watched 
with mounting pleasure as the young innocent thing beneath him ground her 
buttocks back against his huge, fucking manhood. He held her tightly by the 
waist, pulling her buttocks to his groin as he fucked rhythmically in and 
out of her lust-heated pussy. 

He wanted to make her scream with pleasure, beg him to fuck even deeper 
until he shot his building load of cum deep into her hungry belly. 

Now her tight young cunt was like a hot wet glove around his lust-engorged 
member, the slick walls touching every part of him like a massaging velvet 
sheath. It was so tight, and so hot, and he fought with himself to hold back 
the cum that was building in his lust-bloated balls. 

Lisa was moaning wildly now as his cock pounded mercilessly into her cunt. 
She was writhing in total abandon, grinding her buttocks back against his 
impaling hardness, her tortured pussy an inferno of sexual pleasure. She 
could feel the passion mounting again within her very depths. She was going 
to cum again! For the second time tonight! For the second time in her young 
life! 

"Ohhhhhhh ... Aaaaaarrrrgghhhhhhhh!" Lisa's mewls signalled to the aging 
film star that her orgasm was approaching and he could feel her tight hot 
pussy beginning to seep with the heat of her orgasm. 

He shoved forward with all his strength, fucking his cock as deep inside of 
her as he could and she screwed her hips back against the rampaging cock 
furiously trying to bring herself once again to the ultimate height of 
pleasure. 

"Goooooooodddddd! Oh, Goooooodddd-dd! I'm cummmmmmmiinngggggg! I'm 
cummmmm-iiinngggggg! Aiiiiieeeeeeee-ee!" 

Her buttocks worked wildly now seeking their fulfillment, as she began to 
feel her surging orgasm spilling out from deep within her womb. He could 
feel the heat flooding out from her contracting cunt like an undammed flood 
of pleasure, clasping and squeezing around the thick column of his flesh 
that was buried hard against the base of her writhing belly. He could feel 
Lisa's cunt sucking feverishly on his cock. Never had he seen a young girl 
go this wild with desire, and it goaded him on as he fucked into her knowing 
she was at any moment about to explode with an overwhelming climax.. 

He could feel the surging waves of hot sperm boiling to the explosion point 
in his own balls, and suddenly he could hold back no longer. From deep in 
his balls he could feel the first burst of cum shooting out along the length 
of his cock and out of its deeply buried tip. 

"Aaaahhhhhhrrrrgghhh-hh!" Lisa screamed as she felt the molten liquid 
pumping into her cunt, and she bucked insanely against the spewing column of 
male flesh. Again and again his cock fired its hot load of cum into her, 
filling her to the bursting point, and the walls of her cunt began to clasp 
and unclasp around his spurting cock, milking it hungrily of every last drop 
of hot male cum. 

Their double climax seemed to last forever, spinning them out of the room, 
off the earth, and far up into the swirling heavens above as they bounced 
and bucked wildly on the bed, screaming and crying and shouting their 
ecstasy. 

Gradually their movements subsided and Lisa began to return to 
consciousness. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Carlotta, Carbone and Cal Harding were sitting in the mirrored living room. 
In front of them a stack of pictures was scattered about the coffee table. 
Carlotta had one in her hand and seemed spellbound by it. 

Cal smiled. "She's your type, isn't she, baby?" 

Carlotta hissed at Cal like a cat. 

"Bastard!" 

Carbone just laughed in a deep booming voice. "She sure looks like she had a 
good time," he observed. "I want a taste of that delicacy myself one of 
these days." 

"She'll come around," said Carlotta. "I remember when I was as pure and 
innocent as she was!" 

"When you were six, my dear?" Cal teased. 

"Well, none of you men have any feeling, but it's not easy for a girl to go 
through changes like that." 

"Is that sympathy, or are you feeling like indulging your taste for pussy 
this morning, my dear," Cal teased the dark-haired beauty. 

"Why do you men have to be such fools about love between women," she said. 
"You laugh now, but you know how you love to watch." It was Carlotta's turn 
to laugh as she looked at Cal with a sultry, sidelong glance. 

Carlotta had found her way to the Top Floor mansion in not so different a 
way from Lisa. It had been several years ago, when teenagers had made the 
scene on Sunset Strip, dropping acid, smoking grass, believing in the "New 
Age" that the late sixties had heralded. 

Then one day, beautiful, raven-haired Carlotta had found the laughs had all 
dried up; she was living on a filthy mattress with too many other kids in a 
tiny Hollywood apartment, and the scene was no fun anymore. She had seen an 
ad in the Reporter. "Girls wanted for modeling in national men's 
magazine-Call Strawberry Fields, 555-3059." 

She was no virgin, but she was not as experienced as she pretended either. 
Carbone himself took her pictures and a few months later she was the 
magazine centerfold, then "Pussycat" of the year. 

She also became Carbone's mistress, and began to attend the celebrity orgies 
at his mansion. Carbone saw to it that his favorite "Pussycat" was 
introduced to all the myriad pleasure of group sex. 

"Oh, you men," she sighed "You don't know what it feels like to be a young 
girl introduced suddenly into all this madness ..." 

"Were you really once a young girl? 

Carlotta?" 

"I wasn't so different from her." 

Carbone looked up and raised one eyebrow. "You were very different Carlotta. 
You are one of those fortunate creatures who are born without guilt." 

The beautiful raven haired woman laughed. It was true. She had been mildly 
shocked at first, then took to this new lifestyle like a fish to water. 

"Well," she said, getting up from the table, "I think perhaps I'll look in 
on our new friend." 

And with a wink, she left the room. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Lisa pulled the covers over her head to keep out the glaring light of the 
morning sun. She was so depressed . . . and so ashamed. 

She felt more lost than she ever had in her life. When Bill Robinson, her 
stepfather, had raped her, she could, the next morning, console herself with 
the anger and guilt of a victim. She could nurse her hate for him and make 
her plans to escape. 

But for last night there was no one to blame but herself. She had to face 
the awful truth. Her body had wanted Barry Brand as much as he had wanted 
her, and she had fucked him with joy, had fucked him willingly. Her protests 
had been a mere mockery of virtue, for she knew that all the while she had 
begged him to stop, her pussy had craved fulfillment from him. 

And what pleasure it had been! Even now she felt warmed by the memory and 
shuddered every time she thought of him. 

She felt crazy. Half of her was still warm and excited by thoughts of the 
passion she had enjoyed last night... The other half, hunched shoulders, 
knees drawn up tight to her chest... was suffering from the awful pain of 
guilt and shame. 

Like most American girls, Lisa had wished for love and sexual fulfillment. 
But she had always dreamed some day she would find a man who really cared 
for her. Then together-like in a romantic movie- they would dissolve in 
carnal passion. 

But she knew very well that to Barry Brand she was just another body. 

Why, she realized, he doesn't even know my name! 

He had fucked her last night, taken his pleasure with her, and left her 
alone and suffering in the harsh light of morning. She knew better than to 
think she'd ever see him again. 

Lisa felt tears welling up in her eyes. She had run away from home, run away 
from her lusting stepfather, only to find that same lust still striking the 
dominant tone in her life. Only this time it was inside her. And she 
couldn't run from it. 

Suddenly she was aware of the door opening. She peeked out from under the 
rim of the covers "Carlotta," she whispered. "What are you doing here." 

The tall, raven-haired beauty walked over to the bed, looking very much, to 
Lisa, like some ancient Egyptian goddess. 

"I just wanted to see how you were doing," she said, her voice as sensual as 
the heavy fragrance of the blossoms outside. "You had quite an initiation 
last night." 

Lisa flushed with shame. She suspected everyone might know, and this 
confirmed it. "Oh God! It was so awful!" She buried her head in her hands. 

Carlotta smiled gently. "Now, now ... don't feel bad ... we all do it, you 
know." Lisa heard the other woman's laughter tinkling like chimes. It made 
her feel a little better, the soothing, confident presence beside her. 
Funny, she had thought Carlotta didn't like her. Maybe she had been wrong. 
Maybe Carlotta was someone she could confide in. Suddenly, the story of her 
life came pouring out of her mouth. For the first time in her life she felt 
there was someone she could tell about Bill Robinson. 

As Carlotta listened to Lisa's story, her almond-shaped dark eyes were 
taking in the young girl's lithe and lovely body, naked beneath the bed 
sheets. Mmmmm, she thought, such magnificent full breasts... they look so 
smooth and so firm. Oooohhh, how I'd love to run my tongue around those soft 
pink nipples. 

But what Carlotta said out loud was, "Yes, I know. I know what men can be 
like. Carbone . . . sometimes he's very, very rough with me." And she slid 
the hem of her thin cotton dress up over her long, sleekly tanned thighs. 
There was a dark bruise on the inside of her thigh. "His little love bite 
... of course," Carlotta added smiling, "It hurts a little at first ... but 
then, oooohhhhh. It's so good!" 

"It is?" exclaimed Lisa in astonishment. "You mean you like him to bite 
you." 

"Oh . .. it's nothing. Let me show you." 

Before Lisa had a chance to protest, Carlotta had slid the coverlet down 
over Lisa's fully rounded breasts to her waist. 

"W-what are you doing, Carlotta," Lisa cried out as she saw the black-haired 
woman's face moving towards her breast. 

Carlotta smiled. "I'll just show you what it feels like ..." And with a 
groan that came from deep between her legs, Carlotta took the blonde 
teenager's nipple between her soft lips and gently sucked on it. 

Oh God, Carlotta thought, and mewled out loud, unable to suppress the animal 
sound of arousal the young girl's nipple in her mouth aroused. 
Ooooooohhhhhh, how smooth and soft this skin is. 

Lisa was panicked and she tried to push Carlotta away. At that moment 
Carlotta bit with her teeth into the erect flesh of Lisa's nipple. 

"Ouch! Owwwww!" the beautiful blonde exclaimed, and was upset to find that 
this woman was causing wildly warm swirling sensations in her belly-just 
like Barry Brand had the night before! 

"Carlotta ... what are you doing? Stop! Oh please stop!" 

But the black-haired beauty's senses were like those of a wild animal, and 
she knew instinctively, almost telepathically, how aroused the blonde 
teenager was becoming. 

"Wouldn't you like to see my beauties?" Carlotta asked, and in an instant 
she had unzipped her dress and had let it fall down her shoulders to her 
waist. 

Lisa gasped as the other woman's enormous firm breasts were revealed. They 
are so beautiful! Lisa thought. So much more beautiful than my own. And 
never in her life had she seen such nipples on a woman. Carlotta cupped her 
breasts in her hands as if offering them to Lisa. "Did you ever see nipples 
like these," she asked. 

Lisa could hardly talk. She was at the same time embarrassed and curious and 
aroused. Carlotta's nipples were the biggest nipples she had ever 
seen-almost the size of ripe cherries. And the color! The areoles and 
nipples were a dark reddish-brown, so deep and exotic against Carlotta's 
well-tanned skin. 

Lisa's stomach was churning with desire but she felt as if she would choke 
from shame, and quickly she turned away. Tears burned her eyes and she 
thought ... I'm tricked. Oh, God, so wicked... so perverse ... I'm good for 
nothing! 

And suddenly she could hold back her torment no longer. The tears became a 
torrent and the arousal in her body was transformed to wracking sobs. So 
much was happening, she couldn't handle it. 

Carlotta reached out and gently stroked the young girl's supple, feline 
back. It sent shivers through Lisa's body, which sent her even further into 
tears. 

"Oh, you have a bad case of the guilts," said Carlotta softly. While she did 
not really know the experience of guilt herself, she could see and empathize 
with how it destroyed the people she saw. "And I have just the cure ..." The 
uninhibited Carlotta stood up and slipped off her dress, seeming to be as 
comfortable stark naked as she was dressed. Then she reached into a pocket 
of the discarded garment and pulled out a thick, tightly rolled stick of 
marijuana. She handed it to Lisa and struck a match. 

"I-I don't smoke," said Lisa, "but thanks anyway." 

Carlotta laughed. "Oh honey, this is no ordinary cigarette. This is a magic 
cigarette from the good fairy's own special garden." She lit the tip and 
took a deep drag herself, holding it deep in her lungs. 

Lisa knew the smell. Marijuana! She had known kids at school who smoked it. 
She hadn't liked them. They seemed to think the whole world was their 
private joke. 

"Come on ... it will make you feel better." 

"Oh, I don't think I should," Lisa said. 

Carlotta began to pout. "Well, that's not very nice of you. I came up here 
to help and comfort you, and you won't even smoke a joint with me." 

Lisa hadn't meant to hurt the other girl's feelings. "Well, okay," she said, 
and took a tiny puff. 

Carlotta chuckled. "That's no way, honey. Watch me." 

Soon the two naked women had smoked the entire joint down to a tiny roach. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhh," breathed Lisa. "This feels nice ..." 

Lisa closed her eyes and leaned back on the bed, feeling like she was 
lighter than air, floating on a soft cloud of pleasure. 

Carlotta took one of her long red-painted fingernails and ran a trail from 
Lisa's neck, down between the crevice between her breasts, circling each 
nipple as she did so, then continued the trail across Lisa's flat belly down 
to the little nub of the blonde girl's clitoris. Then she bent her head down 
and blew a hot moist column of air around the sensitive nerve ends of the 
tiny organ. 

Lisa, with her eyes closed, had become totally absorbed in the sensations 
coursing through her body from the light by electric touch of Carlotta's 
fingers. The warm air of the other woman's breath made her groan out loud 
with pleasure. 

"Nice?" Carlotta asked throatily. 

"Mmmmmmmmm?" whispered Lisa. 

"You are so beautiful. Just let me look at you." And the dark-haired woman 
stared down in fascination at the lithe young teenager's naked body. Her 
dark eyes gleamed with appreciation and she could feel the heated moisture 
in her pussy running down the inside of her sleekly tanned thighs. Oh, this 
young blonde is so well-built, so delicious. This will be great fun! 

Now she ran her palms over the young blonde's soft smooth flesh, but she 
knew she had to use great care. She wanted the young girl to grow aroused 
before she would know what was happening ... before she would really have 
time to protest. The grass was Colombian, and powerful, and Carlotta knew 
that if she played the instrument of her body properly, she would be so lost 
in a swirl of feelings there would be no space to think. 

Running her eyes down between the girl's legs, Carlotta let slip a tiny gasp 
as she saw the succulent pink flesh of her pussy exposed to her glance. The 
black-haired woman felt sharp volts of electricity spreading upward from her 
loins. 

She ran her flat palm back up to Lisa's breasts, she saw the nipples swell 
to even greater hardness, as if begging to be sucked. 

Carlotta brushed her long red fingernails across one erect pink nipple and 
then the other, her exotic face a mask of desire now. Then she swept her 
palm straight down to the young girl's pussy hair and this motion had the 
desired effect. Lisa moaned spontaneously with pleasure and her softly 
rounded hips began to undulate gently. In her state of marijuana 
intoxication, Lisa could feel Carlotta's pleasure-giving caresses causing 
thrillingly erotic sensations to spread outward from her blonde-fringed 
pussy to her entire body. The marijuana had somehow extinguished her 
inhibitions. She knew what they were doing was wrong and sinful, and she 
didn't care. She didn't care about anything but the thrilling sensations 
Carlotta's touch was bringing to her body. 

Still moving with the utmost care and delicacy, Carlotta parted Lisa's 
smooth white thighs, revealing the moist pinkness of the blonde teen-ager's 
wetly seeping pussy. Unable once again to suppress a low animal mewl of 
desire, Carlotta began to cover the moistly inviting pussy with hot wet 
kisses. Her hungry tongue darted between her full red lips as she lowered 
her face to the young girl's slowly undulating crotch, seeking the hardened 
bud of the blonde teen-ager's clitoris. 

Suddenly Carlotta was aware of the tall shadow of a male figure in the 
doorway. She raised her head and turned to look. 

"Oooohhhhhh, don't stop... don't stop," moaned Lisa. 

"We have all morning ... no rush," breathed Carlotta. And then very softly, 
very carefully, she said ... "It's Cal... he wants to watch us ..." 

Lisa thought she should be horrified, but instead the idea of someone 
watching her make love to this other woman only got her more aroused. Lisa 
felt crazy . . . she couldn't think straight. She knew only sensation ... 
had lost her mind. She didn't notice as Cal put the camera to his eye and 
began to shoot. 

Then he began to give orders. 

"Suck her tits," Cal commanded Carlotta and put your finger up into that 
soft little pussy of hers. 

Carlotta obeyed, light grazing her right hand over Lisa's golden pussy 
mound. Then, taking the other girl's full breasts in her hands, she began to 
massage them rhythmically. 

"Ahhhhh," the naked blonde teen-ager sighed softly as Carlotta's middle 
finger teased at her blonde pussy mound for a moment and then slipped 
smoothly up into her hotly moistened cuntal furrow. 

Cal was snapping pictures furiously now, and he could not help but let out a 
small moan as he caught a glimpse through the lens of coral-pink pussy 
flesh. What a layout this was gonna' make in the magazine! Man-Carlotta's 
long red fingernails nestled in that young girl's blonde pussy-and one 
finger hidden deep up inside. "Oooohhhh!" he breathed as he continued to 
photograph. 

Hot moist secretions glistened on Carlotta's middle finger as she slowly 
lifted her hand toward her face and licked it clean. 

Snap! This would be the best lesbian spread they'd ever had. Snap! 

Wrong! Stop! This is wicked! As these thoughts began to race across Lisa's 
marijuana-intoxicated brain, they were overwhelmed and extinguished by the 
raging flames of arousal that were shooting out from her finger-impaled 
pussy to every nerve-ending in her body. She shivered with pleasure as 
Carlotta's finger shot rhythmically in and out of her tightly grasping cunt, 
deeper and deeper until it was embedded all the way to the third knuckle. 

Cal's camera worked steadily, and despite his wide experience in the field 
of erotic photography this scene was really turning him on. His cock was 
growing harder by the second, pressing now against the tight cloth of his 
pants. He had to keep the lid on though, had to finish the job. The contrast 
between the lithe blonde and the voluptuous black-haired beauty with those 
incredible nipples was gonna make the magazine sell like crazy. Oh God! No 
matter how many times he'd seen Carlotta naked, the sight of her enormous, 
always erect nipples could always drive him crazy. 

His cock was throbbing painfully against his pants now. Jesus, I'd like to 
ram my cock up both their pussies. Later, Cal, later, he tried to cool 
himself off. 

"I'm gonna kiss your pussy now, Lisa darling," Carlotta cooed, her voice 
deep and throaty with desire. "It'll be good ... so good..." 

"Yessssss!" whispered Lisa. "Oh, yess-ss. . . ." 

Carlotta, knowing both what Lisa and the camera needed turned her fiery eyes 
now towards Cal. As she did so, she could not help but fix on the enormous, 
throbbing bulge in his crotch, and as her head slowly lowered to Lisa's 
pussy, her eyes did not leave Cal. 

Torrents of wild desire were churning now within his bloated balls as he 
felt her hot eyes on him. He kept on snapping pictures, but knew he could 
not keep it up much longer as he watched Carlotta's tiny red tongue snake 
out toward the curling yellow tendrils fringing Lisa's pinkly glistening 
cuntal slit. 

"Oooohhhhhh," Lisa heard herself whimper as if from a distance ... "Oh, God! 
Oh God! It's so gooooodddddd!" Conscious now only of the thrilling 
sensations in her body, Lisa continued to grind her moist hotly churning 
pussy up toward Carlotta's mouth in an erotic, undulating motion. Carlotta 
stared down at her. She had been easy ... so easy. Marijuana did that to 
some people .. . turned them into mindless lusting bodies. Well, everyone 
would be happier that way. But Carlotta was not one to dwell too much in 
thought and as her tongue encountered the bittersweet moisture of the 
wriggling blonde's desire-moistened pussy, she was aware of nothing now but 
total and utter carnality. 

Her mouth pressed up tight against Lisa's narrow cuntal slit and she mewled 
and groaned with abandon at the taste of the other woman's heated 
secretions. Her tongue trailed hungrily down between the two softly rounded 
globes of Lisa's excitedly tensed ass-cheeks to tease briefly and the 
reddish-brown bud of her virginal anus. Then slowly, her tongue snaked back 
toward the orchid-like petals of her hotly churning cunt. 

Neither girl was aware now that the clicking of the camera had ceased. Lisa 
was aware of nothing but the total pleasure of having a warm wet tongue 
invading her hungrily desirous pussy, and, feeling em-bolded now in her 
excitation, Lisa gave in to the desire that had been burning in her ever 
since she had first seen Carlotta's naked breasts. 

She reached up and began to caress the lust-hardened nipples of the 
dark-haired woman's breasts, pinching now at each huge throbbing nipple, 
delighting in the groan of pleasure she caused in the other woman. And much 
to her astonishment the already cherry-sized nipples seemed to grow just a 
little bit larger and harder and Lisa watched with amazement as their dark 
color deepened still further. 

"You're beautiful ... so beautiful ..." Lisa whispered, beside herself with 
unbridled lust. 

Then, as Carlotta's saliva-wet mouth continued to invade Lisa's hotly 
undulating pussy, Cal could no longer control his desire to join the scene 
before his eyes. He watched the two figures, contemplating just how he would 
approach them, and at the same time began to stroke his turgid cock through 
the taut fabric of his pants. He put the camera down. Shit! He was so 
lust-blinded, he could hardly see straight! 

The women were rearranging their positions now, and Carlotta was climbing 
over Lisa so that she was crouching with her own black-fringed cunt just 
inches from the blonde teen-ager's face. And never once did her mouth lose 
contact with Lisa's wildly aroused pussy. 

Cal could hold back no longer ... I gotta fuck those broads... gotta fuck! 
And, wild with lust, he tore off his clothes in seconds. His burgeoning cock 
shot forth stiff and straight, purple and throbbing as he stepped toward the 
two female lovers. Their faces now were buried in each other's lust-seeping 
pussies and they were barely aware of him. 

Suddenly he had Lisa by her long blonde hair and had pulled her face away 
from Carlotta's pussy to him. While Lisa's own cunt was still writhing 
around Carlotta's hotly probing tongue, the blonde teen-ager looked up now 
directly at Cal's blue-veined cock, just as he arched his hips forward, 
pressing his lust-engorged member into Lisa's slightly parted lips. 

"Okay, baby ... I've been waiting quite awhile for this ... now suck!" 

Lisa's mouth, as if it had a mind of its own, longed to take Cal's 
lust-throbbing cock into its hot, wet depths. Never in her wildest dreams 
had she ever imagined anything as thrilling as this-having her pussy 
tongue-fucked by this beautiful dark woman at the same time that she was 
going to suck on this enormous, blue-veined stiff cock. Slowly, her soft 
young lips parted and her little pink tongue shot out to lick at the single 
drop of fluid glistening from the tiny opening at the tip. Never before had 
she done anything like this and a thrill shuddered throughout her entire 
body. More... she wanted more cock ... wanted to swallow the whole enormous 
thing ... 

She ovalled her soft lips and encircled the hot spongy cockhead. Then she 
drew it, inch by inch into her hot hungry mouth. Her eyes rolled upward and 
she stared at the thick length of blue-veined cock slipping into her mouth. 
God it was big ... so big ... but she wanted it... wanted all of it. 

"Suck it," groaned Cal. "Suck it, baby! That's it!" 

Vaguely now Lisa remembered Sunday school admonitions about hell and 
perdition. Very vaguely. For deep in the recesses of her mind, she knew she 
had crossed a line from which there was no return. She could still stop, she 
could put a stop to it all ... she could run away. But suddenly, she had a 
deep realization. She didn't want to face the truth but she had to. She 
wanted it! This was what she wanted in the deepest regions of her being. 
This was who she was! 

She was no longer thinking logically. A steady rhythm of obscenity and 
desire raced through her brain. I want to suck... I want to suck and fuck 
... I love having my pussy eaten .. . oh eat me, eat me... Oh God! YESSSSSS! 

Suddenly Carlotta picked her face up from Lisa's still-writhing pussy. 

"God... someone eat me, for chrissakes, or I'll go nuts." 

After a certain amount of movement the three people had rearranged 
themselves on the bed so that Carlotta's sizzling pussy was now less than an 
inch from Cal's face, while Carlotta was still able to keep her tongue 
deeply embedded in Lisa's hotly writhing cunt. And, in the final corner of 
the triangle they made, Lisa's mouth now encircled the purple spongy head of 
Cal's lust-swollen cock. Round and round her tongue teased until he groaned 
like a wounded animal with desire. 

Half of his lust-bloated cock was inside the sweet young blonde's mouth now, 
and the sight of her lips straining around his enormous blood-swollen member 
increased the delirious swirling sensations from her tongue and clasping 
lips. She tried to take still more of his rigid manhood into her mouth. John 
could feel her tight little sucking motions tugging at his hotly throbbing 
cock. 

At the same time Cal was running his tongue over the succulent sweet-tasting 
cuntal flesh of Carlotta's darkly hair-fringed cuntal slit. Then, quickly, 
he moved his tongue up along the crevice to the upright berry of her 
desire-tautened clitoris. 

Carlotta's face was contorted with lust now, and he felt her smooth slender 
hips undulating wildly beneath his mouth. As he continued to suck her 
hungrily writhing cuntal mouth, Cal slid his probing tongue still deeper 
into her wildly clasping channel, then quickly withdrew to swirl once more 
over the blood-red petals of her cuntal lips. Then he thrust still deeper 
into her hot wet cunt. On either side of his head he could feel her 
firm-fleshed thighs quivering helplessly, and a deep animal growl came up 
from her belly through her grimacing lips. 

Her pussy was like hot melted butter as his tongue probed ever deeper into 
her cuntal cavern. She was writhing wildly and Cal felt as if her cunt could 
clasp his tongue and pull it all the way inside. 

"Oooohhhh ... arrrgghhhh ... ooohhh-hh . . ." Carlotta's guttural cries grew 
louder and more intense as Cal's expert tongue ravaged her upthrust pussy. 

The sound of the other woman's pleasure drove Lisa almost mad with desire 
and somehow she was able to take even more of Cal's enormous cock deeper 
into her throat. 

At the same time Lisa thought she would die of pleasure, because Carlotta's 
tongue probing so deep inside her pussy felt like hot liquid velvet. Never 
in her life had she felt anything so exquisite. At the same time, her mouth 
slid in an increasingly torrid tempo over Cal's fire-filled member-just as 
his own mouth was devouring Carlotta's lust-drenched pussy slit. Then great 
swirls of heat began building deep inside his lust-bloated balls, as Lisa's 
hot and hungry mouth began nibbling at the ultra-sensitive, sperm-filled 
sacs. 

The three figures humped and fucked and slavered over one another on the bed 
in Lisa's guest room at the mansion, and for each of them the utter erotic 
abandon was overpowering. It was almost as if they had become one huge 
throbbing organism, a single mass of white-hot flesh. Each could sense their 
own climax building inside their lust-maddened loins, and they strove still 
more fervently towards orgasm. The lewd tempo of their lust increased, as 
they felt themselves lost in a throbbing, pulsating mass of sensation. 

Lisa was sucking madly on Cal's huge throbbing shaft and he felt as if he 
would explode. And as she took his cock deep into his mouth, sucking in a 
wild rhythm, he hands were madly caressing his sperm-bloated balls. 

I'm cummiiinnngggggg! I'm cummmm-ing! he thought to himself, never lessening 
his tongue-fucking into Carlotta's wildly undulating cunt. 

Then suddenly, from deep within his lust-bloated testicles a searing flood 
of thick hot cum spurted up the length of his cock and out into Lisa's madly 
sucking mouth. Instinctively the young blonde swallowed every last drop of 
it, but it was such a flood of white hot semen that some of it wound up 
trickling down her chin. Hungrily she licked it from her mouth, then licked 
every last remaining drop of it from the length of Cal's still-hard but 
sated cock. 

At the same time, Lisa continued to grind her hotly churning pussy against 
Carlotta's desperately working tongue, searching crazily for her own orgasm. 

And Cal, himself now satisfied, had his face still pressed tightly against 
Carlotta's hungrily writhing cunt, his tongue fucking into her now with a 
fury as he strove to bring her to her climax. 

Then suddenly the black-haired beauty's body stiffened and she cried out 
with an almost inhuman wail: "Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeeee! I'm 
Cummmmmm-iiiinnnnnngggggg!" 

Her tan taut hips arched up, and she cried and ground and moved her hips in 
a wild staccato dance as the spasms of her orgasm tossed her pleasure 
wracked body, and her brain whirled wildly into the abstract territories of 
inner space. 

For a moment, in the throes of her orgasm, she had stopped her urgent 
tongue-fucking of young Lisa's cunt. 

"Don't stop . .. don't stop now!" the young blonde cried, desperate now for 
her fulfillment. 

And as Carlotta returned from the far out trip of her orgasm she began to 
fuck her tongue even more fervently into young Lisa's desire-mad pussy, 
faster and faster her tongue moved into the hot writhing depths of the young 
blonde's cunt. 

And then Lisa's cry was as shrill as a banshee! 

"Aaaaaarrrrrrggghhhhh! Aiiieeeeee!" she screamed, as she wailed and spasmed 
in the mindless delirium of what seemed like an endless climax. 

At last the three bodies found their peace, laying body on body, in sated 
stillness. A light warm breeze blew gently in from the gardens below, as 
each one savored the heavenly afterglow of total fulfillment. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"No!" shouted Lisa, staring at her reflection on the mirrored walls. "I draw 
the line there. I absolutely won't let you do it!" 

"Come on, girl ... what is this young virgin act all of a sudden!" 

Lisa had been living at the mansion for more than a week now. She had, with 
the help of Carlotta, been able to shed most of her confusion and guilt, and 
had come to accept this new and libertine life style. It was pleasant. 
Carbone kept his woman beautifully clothed, her room seemed as lovely to her 
now as it had on that very first day. There was good food and good scotch 
and plenty of grass, so she never had to feel down, never had to think. 

But Lisa never once had stopped to ask herself what Carbone might want in 
return for all this. 

Now, he had made it all to clear. He wanted to publish pictures, obscene 
pictures of Lisa with Barry Brand, of Lisa with Carlotta and Cal-wanted to 
publish these pictures in Top Floor magazine! 

"It's not an act. Ace. I... I just won't let you do that!" 

"Frankly, Lisa, I don't give a shit. These pictures are going in the 
magazine and that's all there is to it. So stop with the prima donna act!" 

Lisa burst into tears. In the past week she had not thought very much about 
the past or about the future. Life was pleasant and fun ... things seemed 
simpler than they ever had before in her life. Alcohol and those big white 
pills seemed to take all the harsh edges out of life. 

But now she had been shocked back to a sense of reality. 

"No," she screamed. "No! I'll never allow it! Never!" 

Ace Carbone laughed. "What do you think you can do about it!" 

She stared at him wide-eyed. What did he mean. He wouldn't dare use those 
pictures without her permission. "I-I'll sue you, that's what." 

"Terrific," he said snidely. "That way, even though we use a fictitious 
name, everyone is sure to find out who you really are." 

Lisa felt a sinking sensation in her stomach. She felt trapped, helpless, 
powerless. It was a feeling that was all too familiar. It was exactly the 
way her stepfather had made her feel every time he raped her. 

Carbone grabbed Lisa's arm. "I don't think she understands yet," he said 
addressing Cal and Carlotta who were watching the scene from the sidelines. 
"We own you sweetheart... You dig?" 

"W-what. .." 

Carbone reached out and tore her thin cotton blouse right off her body in 
one violent stroke. "I bought this blouse-and I'll take it away from you," 
he roared with glee. 

"I said I own you sweetheart ... and I mean it! Don't make me prove it to 
you," he said menacingly. 

"Hey, baby," Cal said. "Why don't you just be easy, you know. Let it slide. 
Don't ask for trouble." His voice tried to reassure, but he was worried for 
the young girl. He knew how far Carbone was capable of going in order to 
prove a point. 

"Let go of me, Ace!" Lisa cried out. Please ... let me go!" 

"You've gone too far, little girl," he said. "Now you're going to learn what 
the bottom line is around here. I own you, and now I'm gonna make you 
understand that..." 

At that moment Ace Carbone reached out and grabbed one of her nakedly 
heaving breasts, tweaking the nipple between his powerful thumb and 
forefinger. 

"NO!" she cried. "Don't hurt me ... please!" 

But Carbone paid no attention to her pleas. He was rubbing her breasts now 
and tweaking her nipples so that they were growing a deep and embarrassed 
shade of red. 

And despite her anger-or perhaps because of it-his actions were sending 
sharp volts of forbidden pleasure throughout her body. The sharp arrows of 
pleasure-pain pricked at her nipples, fanning the flames of desire in her 
pussy. Yet she loathed the brutality, was shamed by Carbone's treatment of 
her. 

"It feels good, huh baby. Uncle Ace knows how to do it to you, doesn't he?" 
Carbone teased. 

Lisa turned her head angrily away in protest. 

"I carry a big stick, baby. Let me show you my big stick," he went on, and 
Lisa heard the sinister hiss of his zipper as he removed his pants, while 
she looked the other way. 

Lisa took this chance to run, but as she tried to flee, Ace was too fast for 
her. He grabbed her by the arm and threw her helpless to the floor to the 
accompanying sound of his harsh laughter. 

His hand was as tight as a vise around her delicate ankle now, and though he 
still wore his tight black bikini shorts, Lisa could see the powerfully 
throbbing hardness of his massive erection beneath the taut material. 

And though she still struggled to free herself from his powerful grip, 
thrilling sensations of lust were driving through her body and she knew that 
hot secretions had begun to seep from her burning pussy slit. 

She turned to Cal and Carlotta for help and was terrified to see that Cal 
too had a massive erection beneath his pants and was rubbing it lewdly, 
watching the scene with obscene interest now. 

And Carlotta, her dear friend Carlotta, had a look in her eye that chilled 
Lisa to the bone-for the young blonde saw no sympathy in Carlotta's look, 
but lust, as she regarded Lisa's nakedly prone body on the floor. 

"Get up," Carbone commanded, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. He 
pulled her tightly to him now and she felt a hot flush over her entire body 
as she felt his huge protuberance between her legs. 

"Come join us, Cal," he invited, and suddenly the young blonde was horrified 
to feel still another erect cock pressing hard into the crevice of her naked 
buttocks as the photographer grabbed her from behind. 

"Hey, Carlotta," Carbone ordered, "Get the camera ... this is too good to 
waste!" 

"No ... oh dear God, no!" Lisa turned pathetically, her eyes pleading with 
the black-haired girl to put down the camera she had just picked up. But 
Carlotta would not respond. 

There was no escape for Lisa now. Whether she moved forward or retreated, 
there was a rock-hard erection. And Carbone was holding her so tightly, 
grinding his cock against her still moistening pussy, as Cal, behind her, 
began harshly massaging her breasts. Ace was reaching behind her and she 
could feel hot powerful hands kneading the taut rounded cheeks of her ass. 
Again her body was betraying her, for while her mind wanted to flee, to 
prove to Ace that she was still a free person, her body could not believe 
the wild sensations streaming through it as she struggled, imprisoned 
between two lust-hardened shafts of male flesh. 

"Oh God! Leave me alone! Leave me alone," she cried, the heat from her body 
betraying her protests. 

Dear God! How did she get into such a terrible predicament. I should have 
left when I saw those movies ... I should have known they were all wicked. 
And now I'm one of them... I'm no different. I'm just a slave to my passions 
... 

As she realized the irrevocable path her life had taken, tears of shame 
pricked at the corners of her eyes. A wave of terror washed over her and she 
knew she had to make one last desperate attempt to free herself. 

With every ounce of strength in her body she struggled to free herself from 
the grasp of the two men, but she was as powerless as a butterfly in the 
hands of a collector. 

Ace only pulled her closer to him, so that her full breasts were flattened 
against his naked and hairy chest and his lust-hardened erection pressed 
hard against her crotch. Then he inserted his hand between her quivering 
thighs, playing for a few seconds at the sensitive flesh of her white inner 
thigh, then creeping under the elastic legband of her tiny lace panties. 
Despite her futile attempts to free herself from his grasp, his hand managed 
to find its way to the warm moistness of her heated cuntal lips. 

"No! Oh no!" she cried, but as Ace's thumb passed over her tinglingly erect 
clitoris, another sound escaped her lips, a deeply animal moan of pleasure. 
"Aaaahhhhh!" 

Searing flames burned her hotly moistening cunt now and her aching belly 
yearned to be filled. She opened her mouth to protest again, but was shocked 
to hear the actual sounds that came out-sounds of deep and yearning 
pleasure. "Ohhhhhh ... arrrghhhhhhh!" 

In one rough and powerful motion, Carbone, as brutally as he had stripped 
her of her blouse and pants now ripped the fragile fabric of her bikini 
panties from her body. 

Carlotta was clicking the camera now, recording the entire humiliating scene 
for the pages of Top Floor magazine, while Cal's lustful eyes took in the 
scene from behind. 

"Mmmmmm ..." he muttered hoarsely ... "Most beeeyooteeful ass in the world." 

Suddenly Ace grabbed her wrist and jerked her back down to the floor. "Now 
you'll see who owns you ... get on your back, baby ... On your back!" 

Never in her life had the young girl felt so humiliated ... not even when 
her stepfather had raped her. Bill Robinson had not been able to control his 
desire for her, that was why he had forced her to have sex with him. Even 
Barry Brand took her because he wanted her ... Always, lust had been the 
only motivation. But this was something different. 

Carbone, the man who had photographed hundreds of beautiful girls for his 
magazine, who had fucked every model and movie star he had ever desired, 
didn't want her ... he was only teaching her a lesson . . . only proving his 
total mastery over her life. 

What she felt now was the utter shame of total humiliation. Here she was, on 
the floor, her hardened nipples revealing the desire she felt even in her 
shame, her pale blonde pussy hair, damp with love-juice for all of them to 
see. 

She was totally powerless to do anything but what Ace Carbone ordered her to 
do. She was his slave. 

Suddenly, Carbone had removed his own pants and his enormous, lust-hardened 
cock shot out from between his legs like a hot purple club. He had a body of 
total and utter masculinity, powerfully muscular and covered with dark hair, 
his huge pulsing cock compelling her eyes to stare. 

He stroked the thick foreskin back and forth on his blood-engorged cockhead, 
and his sperm-bloated balls swayed between his hirsute, muscular legs. 

Lisa heard a rustling noise behind her and turned to see Cal ridding himself 
of his pants as quickly as he could and again her eyes were captivated by 
the sight of the other man's huge lust-hardened cudgel protruding from hairy 
crotch. Cal was big-but Ace Carbone had the hugest cock she had ever seen in 
his life. Like a symbol of his dominance over them all, it jutted out from 
his loins, a primal power in its own right. 

"You get it both ways today, baby ..." he leered. "And I'm gonna be the back 
door man. Hey . .. don't look so frightened ... you don't think I'll split 
you in two, do ya?" And he roared with laughter at the look of utter horror 
on her face. "You ain't been introduced to that pleasure yet, have you?" 

Then, in imitation of a gallant gentleman, Ace stepped aside, gesturing to 
Cal. "The pussy is all yours," he grinned. 

Cal's hands were eager and powerful as he wrenched her resilient thighs 
apart, shoving his knees in between them to hold them in place. Then, 
crouching above her helpless body, he pressed his hot, pulsating cock 
against her belly, one hand rubbing harshly against her full, rounded 
breasts, the other teasing at the pink moistness of her hair-fringed cunt. 

"Cal ..." she whispered pleadingly ... "Cal ... you've been my friend ... 
you brought me here ... Don't do this to me!" Her body was wracked with sobs 
now as she realized the utter desperation of her situation. 

"Give in, baby . .. You wanted to be a movie star ... this is gonna be your 
big scene honey . .. We've been filming this whole thing . . . those mirrors 
are one-way glass... and the cameras and sound equipment are right behind 
them ..." 

"Oh God no!" she wailed in horror as the truth of what Cal was saying sunk 
in ... 

"When Ace Carbone made dirty movies of Helen Cresci it was for private 
distribution only . .. But now, things are different ... You're gonna be a 
bigger star than Linda Lovelace!" 

The more she struggled, the more tightly Cal held her pinned to the floor, 
confident that she would soon give up her struggle. He continued to stroke 
her already aroused pussy, watching her passions win the battle for control, 
hearing throaty grunts of pleasure escape her lips between her cries for 
help. 

Lisa thrust her head up from the floor and her eyes were confronted with the 
sight of Cal's enormous blue-veined thickness prodding against her 
desire-inflamed belly. As total as her shame and humiliation were, she knew 
that she was aching for him to thrust his lust-throbbing cock deep up inside 
her hungry pussy. Despite herself, the knowledge that people were watching, 
that all this was being filmed, thrilled her in a way she would never have 
imagined possible. 

Cal began to finger-fuck into her hotly writhing cuntal passage now, and 
despite herself she was squirming her hips in obscene undulations, her mouth 
parted hungrily as she stared at his burgeoning manhood. 

"You want me to fuck you, don't you," Cal grinned. "You just can't wait to 
have my big hot cock deep in your belly. Isn't that right baby,?" 

"No!" she screamed. "No, it's not true!" 

"Oh, no," he smiled, and abruptly withdrew his teasing finger from Lisa's 
hot, moist pussy. "Well then, we'll just forget the whole thing. Okay?" 

"No! Cal, no!" 

Cal was laughing at her now. "Then ask for it, bitch. Ask for what you 
want." 

"Ooooohhhhhh, Cal," Lisa was moaning crazily now, her writhing pussy just 
aching to be filled again. "Yess ..." "Ask for it!" 

"I want it... I want your cock, baby . . . Oh fill me with your cock!" 

At the sound of these words, Cal pressed his blood-engorged cockhead against 
her moistly seeping pussy lips. Lisa could feel her belly heave with obscene 
anticipation as she felt the hot sponginess part her delicate, hair fringed 
cunt lips. All she could think of was that she wanted that cock, wanted its 
hot hardness deep up inside of her. 

Cal lowered his slender hips and parted her delicate pussy lips with his 
cockhead. Mewls of animal desire broke from her lips as the searing contact 
sent shivers of fiery pleasure raging through her body. 

He was heavy on top her now, his muscular chest flattening the round orbs of 
her breasts, and his pulsating hardness shot deeper and deeper into the warm 
moistness of her desperately clinging cuntal passage. Deeper and deeper he 
fucked until he could feel his sperm-bloated testicles slap against the 
upraised globes of her tightly clenched ass cheeks. 

"Gooooooodddddddd! Baby ... oh God! Oh fuck meeeeeeee!" 

Cal's mood was growing more brutal, her submissiveness bringing out the 
beast in him. Cruelly he grabbed her legs and shoved them back against her 
shoulders so that she was completely doubled up. 

"Owwwww! You're hurting meeeeee!" she screamed, as his enormous cock began 
ramming so deep up into her he could feel his cockhead flattening her 
cervix. 

"Aiieeeeeee! Ow!" she cried out as he continued to viciously buffet her 
helpless young flesh. But she loved it! Loved the power of his enormous 
member fucking so hard and deep inside of her. The borderline between pain 
and pleasure had dissolved now into a sea of pure sensation. 

Cal's huge, lust-bloated member sliced viciously into her hotly clasping 
pussy, and every time his hot swollen balls slapped against her ass she let 
out a deep groan of unbearable pleasure. 

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh! Oh ... oh ... oh ... oh ..." she chanted throatily in 
rhythm with his fucking. 

Her cuntal muscles contracted tightly around his huge, throbbing manhood, 
unconscious now of anything but the hot swirls of lust flooding her body, 
unconscious of the cameras in the next room, of Carlotta taking stills for 
the magazine, unconscious of Ace Carbone watching from the sidelines, 
massaging his enormous red-hot shaft with his fist, waiting... waiting for 
the right moment. 

Lisa's tightly sucking cuntal muscles were milking Cal's lust-driven member 
now as he fucked powerfully in and out of her, when suddenly she heard Ace 
Carbone's deep voice boom: "Turn her over Cal! And lemme get my cock in that 
tight little asshole of hers!" Suddenly Lisa went rigid. No! Oh dear Lord 
no! He'll kill me! 

"No . . . Ace, no! Not that!" she screamed, terrified. 

Ace just laughed at her pleas, as Cal rolled her over in one smooth motion, 
his cock never leaving the warmth of her tightly clinging pussy. She was on 
her knees over him now, her huge breasts bobbing just below his face. And as 
Cal lifted his head to begin sucking on her hotly throbbing nipples, Carbone 
grabbed her by the buttocks and spread them wide apart with his large strong 
hands. 

"Pleeeeeeease . . . No! Not that!" she screamed, and she could feel her anal 
muscles clenching defensively against the anticipated assault. 

"Ohhhh, baby, I just can't wait to get my cock in that tight little 
asshole," Ace moaned, and with one finger he began to dig into the tightly 
puckered ring of her rectum. 

She was screaming and whimpering now, begging and pleading, frightened by 
what she knew was to come. And her helplessness only served to further 
excite the two men. 

She felt a relief from the wracking pain of his finger in her rear passage 
for only a moment as he withdrew it, only to feel it replaced in a moment by 
his hot pulsating hardness. 

Only the very tip of it was in her now, but the pain was almost unbearable. 
She felt as if she would split in two, and her shrieks were wordless now, 
for she knew the worst was yet to come. 

Ace managed to shove his huge cock another inch into her incredibly tight 
anal passage, and he felt a huge surge of excitement as he heard the pain it 
caused her. But she was hot... so hot, and he knew it was only a matter of 
time till she was begging him to go deeper. 

Sweat had broken out on Lisa's upper lip now and she felt she would go mad 
with pain. 

Yet there was something thrilling about it too. Lisa suddenly realized she 
was being fucked by two cocks at the same time, and as she visualized what 
they must look like to the cameramen in the other room, she felt the fire of 
excitement burning again deep in her belly. 

The pain from Carbone's cock in her anal passage was still sharp, and it 
mingled crazily with the overwhelming pleasure in her pussy. The border 
between pleasure and pain grew dimmer and dimmer. She could not only feel 
the two huge cocks fucking into her, but she could feel two muscular male 
bodies on either side of her and smell the wonderfully thrilling odor of 
male sex surrounding her. 

Then suddenly she cried out again in agony. For Carbone had thrust his 
mammoth member still deeper inside and now she thought she would truly 
burst. Surely she must be totally impaled now. But no. Again he thrust his 
powerful loins until he had finally sunk his huge shaft into her as far as 
it could go. 

The pain was unbearable. Lisa felt she was lost in agony. Blue and red volts 
of electricity painfully blinded her to everything, and then she realized 
that sensation had become everything. It was no longer horrible. Somehow the 
pain felt wonderful! Her submission was so total, so complete. 

"Oooooohhhhh, this is the goddamn tightest asshole I've ever fucked," 
grunted Carbone, as he began to plunge rhythmically into her hot, widely 
stretched anus. 

And, through the tissue-thin membrane dividing Lisa's twin passages, Cal 
Harding could feel Ace's rhythmically fucking hardness. It increased the 
pressure on his thrusting maleness even more and he thought that never in 
his life had his cock felt so damn good. 

Lisa had abandoned herself now to the world of lewd sensations, and her 
voluptuous young body was writhing between the two men's sandwiching bodies. 
Her hips would push back to receive the hot impaling meatiness of Ace 
Carbone ramming into her plundered anus, then she would move her hips 
forward and feel Cal's hotly pulsating cock sink all the way to the hilt in 
her hotly craving pussy. It was total abandonment now, as she gave in to the 
overwhelming sensations that thrilled her as they coursed through her body. 

"Oh, fuck me. Yessss! God, yesss! Fuck .. . oh, fuck!" 

She didn't care about anything now, nothing but hot cock filling her, 
thrilling her, mattered anymore. Let the whole world see her humiliation on 
film. It didn't matter. She had fought against the brutal assault of men 
since she had been barely out of childhood. It was useless. It was 
impossible. There was nothing to do but give in, submit to both the men and 
the forces of nature which were greater than anything any human being could 
ever control. 

"Oh God! Fuck me hard with both your cocks!" she cried out. "I love it, 
goddammit. I love it!" 

Never before had she so totally given herself up to pleasure. She was 
mindless now, insane, but totally at one with the current of life. Wild 
thrills of unbridled pleasure were boiling in her blood, hot coals of lust 
were being fanned into wild flames in her cunt and her ass as she was 
ravaged from both ends by those two hot male cocks. 

"Aaahhhhh ... harder. Fuck harder!" she cried out in total abandoned lust. 

Carlotta's camera clicked crazily, but she was having a hard time staying in 
control. God, the pictures would be so great, but ooooohhhhhh, her own pussy 
needed some attention. 

She wanted to get into the act. It was no fun just watching and her tingling 
little clit was crying out to be satisfied too. 

The hell with it, Carlotta thought, putting her camera down. They can pull 
their goddamn stills off of the film. 

Carlotta got undressed in seconds, r spurred on by the obscene sight before 
her. She could see the pink fluted edges of Lisa's pink pussy flesh pulling 
out with Cal's withdrawing cock on the outstroke and disappearing lewdly 
back deep into the clinging depths. At the same time Ace's thick hardened 
cock was having the same effect on the pinkish-brown puckered edges of her 
ravaged asshole. 

Carlotta could no longer bear to be merely a spectator. She crouched over 
Cal's passion-contorted face. "Ohhhh, like me baby ... get me off, 
pleeeease!" the beautiful dark-haired girl moaned. 

And Cal looked up to see the ruby-red and warmly moistened folds of 
Carlotta's orchid-like cunt. Obligingly his tongue snaked out of his mouth 
and, as he continued to fuck rhythmically into Lisa, he began to lick the 
hotly craving crevice of the other girl's pussy. 

Lisa was unaware of the addition to their triangle. All she was aware of was 
the sensations of agonizing pleasure that consumed her hotly thrashing body. 
She could feel Ace reach out from behind her and grab her tits, kneading 
them hard and rough with his hands. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish 
in soundless cries of ecstasy, as wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure 
radiated out from her cock-filled loins through her body. 

Two cocks fucking her at once created the most unbelievable fire in the 
young blonde's loins. Never had she imagined that lust could be so totally 
overwhelming. Then she felt a third hand, a gentler hand reach out and touch 
her breast, and she looked up to see Carlotta, her pussy being eaten by Cal, 
grabbing and stroking at her lust-hardened nipples. 

The intensity of pleasure now was agonizing, and her body bucked and 
thrashed magnificently around the two rampaging cocks pummeling her from 
both ends. 

Cal and Ace Carbone continued pumping and grinding their hips, and the 
motions caused their thick penises to bore that much more deeply into the 
heated, quivering depths of Lisa's clinging vagina, drenched as it was with 
the oils of nature thereby easing the movements of their mastodonic organs. 
Each time they plunged into her they felt a faint answering rotation from 
her rubbery, tightly gripping walls as her hips continued to salaciously 
move in small circles. Cal's hands gripped the smooth white curves that were 
her hips and moved them with him as he sank even deeper into her tender 
opening, impaling her on his blood-engorged lightning rod that was even now 
sparking insanely as it sent forth great streaks of jagged bliss through her 
body while absorbing thrilling pressures from hers. Delicious bursts of 
orgasmic energy shot through both of the men as they pounded into her belly. 

Ellie was whimpering between them and her hair was damp with lust-sweat. Her 
eyelids fluttered open and shut, her eyes totally glazed-so vague and 
uncomprehending for the moment what was happening as those of a helpless 
animal trapped by man. The two men inside her pink channels saw only a 
flicker in her hazy eyes that showed she was even conscious of what was 
going on so intense was her pleasure. 

Her powerful steel bandings of vaginal muscle closed even more tightly 
around their thrusting, aching organs as her aroused self answered the 
questions posed by her mind many times in her youth with a time-honored, 
ancient language every one here clearly understood. They began a duel with 
their fitting, clasping organs for a long, long period of time, as if they 
were fighting against one another instead of helping each other. They jerked 
and writhed and squirmed, one against the other, hugging only with their 
genitalia, insane with lust, loving every little second of it. 

Lisa was an earthy woman who was made for primeval fucking-not just because 
she had the right equipment or was the right sex, but because she had that 
extra awareness, that extra inner sensitivity. It was also obvious she had a 
high degree of intelligence because dumb women were just not this good. The 
more intelligent the woman, the better she fucked. The smarter ones seemed 
to have a better instinct for it. They seemed to know, as they knew a lot of 
other things. 

God! God! God! She was getting close... so very close. The pressures in her 
body were so intense the entire surface of her body broke out in a heavy 
sweat. Her breath was coming in short, heavy blasts. Cal and Ace pounded 
rigidly into her, pinning her solidly down even as she writhed and twisted 
and climbed the length of their organs again and again. 

They all dug frantically into her, knowing the payoff was very, very close. 
Deeper, deeper went the thrusting organs into her quiveringly frenzied slit, 
fucking in a speeding, crazed fury, battering her equally frantic pussy with 
their superior masculine strength. Every working muscle, every nerve fiber 
in all their bodies was aflame with anticipation and channeled concentration 
that was turning the thinking of all minds toward one single purpose. 

Lisa had to admit she really felt it, all right. She had been fucked by 
longer penises, and she had been fucked by thicker cocks, but there was 
something about the way this man used his penis that made him really 
terrific, just as he had known how to use his mouth at another time. The 
throbbing lance in her asshole felt as if it would come out at the nape of 
her neck. 

Cal felt the beginning of his self-control slipping. He began pounding all 
the more solidly into Lisa's trembling body with ever increasing drive and 
force. Harder, harder, and harder, his testicles bloating and feeling as if 
they were going to be split wide open. His cock felt as if it was about to 
be detached from his body and left inside hers. She was meeting him drive 
for drive each time he slammed it home into her. The sucking lips of her 
carnivorous vagina sucked on the full length of his phallic pole as it 
massaged and chewed it while the organ continued insanely driving into her 
as if with a mind of its own. Lisa had become a fucking machine ... all 
together they were like an overall big fucking machine. He was grunting and 
groaning, and his plea seemed to gasp out of him, "F-F-Fuu-uuuuckkkkk meeeee 
..." he sighed, and the sound of his voice made her loins move faster and 
faster. Her head ached as she tossed it from side to side, her hair flying 
wildly as his tongue caught in her mouth. Thoughts were collecting and 
colliding in her mind. 

Cal felt Lisa's tight pussy drawing and tugging and pulling him feverishly 
into the mounting, swirling vortex, and the edge was tightening his guts. 
She was moving so fantastically inside, if he stopped moving altogether the 
pressures of her vagina would make him come. Her fantastic body machinery 
was massaging his penis without any external movement on either his or her 
or Ace's part. This had to be the most fantastic woman he had ever known. 
Her legs were flailing wildly and her head flopping about insanely as if it 
were broken as she thrust her grindingly milking pussy along the lengths of 
their sunken penile pikes while they continued mercilessly plowing her 
tender flesh. 

She was jerking and twisting convulsively, straining her body against the 
two of them as the ancient forces hidden in everyone gripped her and wild 
paroxysms shook her again and again. She had no more control over herself 
than if she had been a puppet on a string, and the string had suddenly been 
cut. The magnificent cocks literally ripped their way through her entire 
body as the climactic machinery started to work inside her. She was totally 
helpless at this point. Every tooth in her head rattled, and every cell in 
her body quaked. 

As Lisa went in and out of awareness because of all the excitement and 
pleasure she could still feel their stiff erections still hammering into her 
ravaged asshole and pussy, and after a moment, in spite of her exhaustion, 
she began to grind her hips to give them even more pleasure. She wanted to 
give them pleasure, she realized; she wanted them to enjoy fucking her more 
than any other woman on earth. She knew that thinking that was terrible, but 
she couldn't help it. She was their slave now; they could do anything they 
wanted to her, because they knew how much she would enjoy it. Lisa giggled 
and sighed, amused by the inconsistency of her thoughts. Then she whimpered 
salaciously and bucked her hips more quickly, offering up the pleasure of 
her luscious body to her two lovers again and again. She clamped the walls 
of her flushed vagina tightly on one prick and the walls of her hot aching 
asshole on the other as she wrapped her arms tightly around the nearest body 
and pulled him against her quivering body with overwhelming strength which 
was surprising as she was not that athletic a woman. 

She moaned and mewled and tossed her blonde mane wildly from side to side. 
She was conscious of nothing now but lust, a burning driving lust that 
wracked her entire body. Nothing mattered now but cock, big hard hot cocks 
fucking crazily into her ass, fucking into her pussy. 

"Oh Goddddd! Fuck cunt... fuck ass. .. fuck cunt .. . fuck ass," she 
chanted, like someone gone mad with obscene lust, in rhythm with the two 
hotly impaling members. 

The sound of her cries made the other three even more impassioned, and the 
man fucked savagely into her until the room was filled with deep urgent 
moans of total and utter carnality. Both Ace and Cal were almost ready to 
shoot their cum hard into the blonde girl's passages, and Cal was sucking 
hard now on Carlotta's hotly erect clitoris. 

Lisa was almost insane with pleasure now, and the addition of Carlotta to 
the scene, the feel of three hands on her breasts, was driving her into an 
insane frenzy of lust. She could feel the rising crescendo of passion 
consuming her lower depths with fire now. She could not even see bodies any 
more, only the wild lightning bolt fireworks of lust. Her cunt sucked 
greedily on Cal's deeply impaled cock and her ass muscles clenched and 
unclenched tightly around Ace's near-to-exploding cock. 

She was close ... so close ... "I'm going to cumm . . . I'm cumming ... Oh 
yessss-sssss!" she cried out. 

Ace was going out of his mind with passion. Never in his life had anything 
so incredibly hot and smooth and tight grabbed around his cock like this. He 
could feel the intense building of hot cum in his balls churning madly, 
begging for release. 

The pressure was building, building in his sperm-bloated balls, and suddenly 
it was rushing up the length of his cock and he was exploding deep inside 
her. When she heard his lion-like groan, and felt the molten river of Ace 
Carbone's hot cum spurting deep into her hungrily writhing asshole, she 
thought she would die from the pleasure deep within her belly. 

Suddenly her own orgasm began to explode, and her body was convulsed with 
spasms as she shouted and shrieked an accompaniment to the incredible 
rapture of her orgasm. Her asshole and pussy were spasming wildly now as 
Ace's cum continued to flood her asshole. It was like an earthquake, tossing 
her out of the bounds of the world she knew, shattering her into a million 
tiny pieces of pure sensation. 

Carlotta watched her wide eyed now, watching the uncontrolled shudders of 
her orgasm, and suddenly she felt her own climax hit her and she too was 
sent spinning through that swirling space of total orgasmic satisfaction. 
Her pussy juices ran down her leg now and into Cal's still-sucking mouth 
until finally, she fell back onto the floor in total satiation. 

It was all too much for Cal. He let out an insane groan and fucked as hard 
as he could into Lisa's still spasming cunt as he felt the first hot cum 
spurting from the tip of his cock, and his explosive climax had begun. 

His huge throbbing cock sent burst after burst of white-hot semen into 
Lisa's pussy and the young girl's orgasm seemed to last forever. 

Finally they were finished and four bodies lay on the floor, their breathing 
deep, their skin flushed. 

"Cut!" they vaguely heard someone cry a great distance away. 

The movie was done. 

And Lisa was happy. For the first time in her life since her childhood she 
felt at peace with her world. She knew now the truth about herself, and knew 
that this was where she belonged. 

No longer would she see herself as a victim of men. Her lust was as powerful 
as theirs and she could no longer deny it. 

Yes, she would be who she really was now, and she would be happy. 


THE END
