Turning Hubbie On
by Jean Sifton
(LLP-583)


CHAPTER ONE 

Maybe it wasn't such a great idea after all to leave the theater, Britt 
Meldon thought to herself. I thought I'd see more of Larry that way but 
things have worked out just the opposite, the Swedish beauty mumbled to 
herself. 

Britt Bjornsen was already one of Scandinavia's leading stage actresses when 
she arrived in New York to play Nora in Ibsen's drama "The Doll's House." 
None of the New York critics could heap enough compliments on the lovely 
sensitive actress for her portrayal of the role and her acting talents were 
much in demand. Triumph after triumph on the stage led to a meeting with 
Lawrence Meldon, Broadway's wealthiest producer who was at that time 
organizing a summer theater festival. The forty-five year old producer had 
been immediately smitten with the gorgeous platinum-haired actress and they 
had been married soon after. 

After her theater commitment with the summer festival, Britt had decided to 
retire from the stage even though she was only twenty-six years old. Her 
retirement, she thought, would give her more time to spend with her handsome 
husband as she wouldn't be spending so much time on her own busy career. 

What a mistake, indeed, she mumbled as she pressed the elevator button to 
the penthouse suite. He spends more time down here with his repertory 
company or on some new production than I ever did with my career. 

Something else was bothering the long-legged blonde beauty as well. In spite 
of her sensuous appearance and her nightly sexual nature, Britt was really 
not terribly interested in the swinging bedroom games that went on behind 
the stages of the Broadway theaters. Larry was quite enough for her. But, 
strangely, Larry had been hinting more and more strongly that it would be 
good for their marriage if she would take another partner, preferably if he 
could be involved. 

Although Britt was quite certain that Larry fucked around behind her back, 
she wasn't interested in getting involved herself. Why, I think I'd die of 
embarrassment with someone watching! She had to admit, though, that the 
thought of sexual intercourse with another man did not repel her in any way. 
Before Larry there had been hundreds of lovers for the fabulously beautiful 
actress but now for the moment she seemed content with just one man, her 
husband. 

It was a warm day and her blood stirred lazily in her veins as she waited 
for the unusually slow elevator. She could feel a lingering sensuality in he 
shapely limbs as she recalled her husband's hotly stimulating caresses of 
the night before. In spite of his suggestions that she find another lover he 
still did not neglect her sexually. In fact, he insisted upon frequent and 
heated fucking with her. He pulled her down with him at the oddest moments, 
and sometimes ordered everyone out of his penthouse office so that they 
could lie together on the sofa in the office and writhe nakedly together in 
the middle of a busy afternoon. 

Britt blushed at the remembrance of their wild fucking in his office, but it 
was so wonderful to feel desired by a dynamic man like Larry who could have 
the pick of thousands of women. She felt she had been able to control her 
powerful sexual needs from other men because of him. She was becoming much 
more contented with just one man instead of the string of lovers she was 
accustomed to. Her slender, well proportioned body had grown used to just 
the increasingly intense delights that her husband treated it to. The 
Scandinavian beauty often thought of herself as a wanton pagan, a blonde 
goddess of love. Only this love was not sinful or evil, since she indulged 
in it with her own husband. 

At last, she sighed, as the light flickered on indicating that the elevator 
had finally arrived. Maybe Larry can slip out for lunch with me today, she 
thought hopefully as she pressed the button for the penthouse floor. 
"Britt!" 

She was startled out of her thoughts as she heard the sound of her husband's 
voice as the elevator door opened to the suite. 

"Darling," she whispered, looking at his thick gray hair and those piercing 
but kindly blue eyes and the strong chin that she loved so well. 

"I didn't know you were coming up here today ... I thought this was your day 
with Mr. Bobby or whatever that hairdresser's name is," Larry said 
pleasantly. 

"It's Roberto," Britt said blushing, "and I'm going on Thursdays now." A 
smiling young Oriental woman was standing over by the huge picture windows 
watching the scene. Britt recognized Marlene Gee, the choreographer for one 
of Larry's current productions. She smiled at the lovely Chinese dancer and 
went into Larry's inner office behind him. 

The door closed and Larry reached around to catch his wife around the waist. 
He held her close up against him, so close that Britt could feel every ridge 
of his rising penis against her softly trembling belly. 

"Were you thinking you could catch your hubby for a quick fuck, you wicked 
woman?" 

"Yes," she admitted. "It was on my mind!" 

"As usual," he stated teasingly, holding her tighter still, until Britt 
could feel the beginning of that weakness that she often got before she gave 
in completely to the mounting strength of her desire. 

"Well, actually I was thinking more of tonight, after the theater," she 
whispered, kissing him softly on the neck, her arms twined about his 
shoulders. As much as she enjoyed making love with her sexy husband, she 
couldn't help feeling embarrassed when he suggested that they do it right 
there on the couch in his office. She thought of the steady stream of people 
coming through the suite, and Marlene Gee, the exotic Oriental choreographer 
waiting outside. 

Britt felt almost naked as she stood there in her husband's arms. The firm 
breasted young beauty had never worn a bra and under her light dress she 
wore only a pair of string bikini briefs, so tiny that they just barely 
covered the tiny golden triangle of her silk covered pubic hair. She could 
feel the tops of her naked inner thighs rubbing warmly together, and she 
parted her legs ever so slightly, feeling a fullness and yearning deep in 
her belly that made her shiver in lewdly rising desire. 

The slightly shy Swedish blonde was just about to forget about who might 
come into her husband's office when the telephone rang. 

Larry left her and picked up the receiver. 

"Georgie." Larry said. 

Britt groaned softly from the heat in her cunt that his embrace had caused 
and Larry looked at-her as if to say, "I can't help the phone call, can I?" 
Britt knew that Larry was currently negotiating with Georgie Barber for a 
part in one of his upcoming productions. She had worked with Georgie herself 
on a couple of occasions. The blonde actress had heard that the handsome 
leading man was gay as were many of Broadway's other featured actors but she 
could confirm that that particular rumor was most assuredly untrue! From 
personal experience! 

"Well, you old bastard, how are things going?" Larry asked, sitting down in 
an oversized chair. 

Britt approached him and kissed him on the forehead. "I'm going over to 
Bloomingdale's to look for a leather bag," she whispered. "I'll see you 
tonight." 

The silver-haired producer blew his wife a kiss as she left his office and 
turned his attention back to the telephone conversation. "What's going on, 
George ... have you thought about the part? Roger is willing to adapt it if 
you'll accept the part." 

Larry could heard the whine of the elevator as it arrived at the floor to 
take his wife down and in another second he saw Marlene Gee framed in the 
doorway of his inner office. He motioned for her to lock the door, and with 
a satisfied little smile she did so. Marlene had come over to discuss 
business but ... that could wait! 

Marlene walked knowingly toward the producer. The young Oriental woman gave 
the outward appearance of being a reserved capable creature who would and 
could do no wrong. Her lithe, dancer's body was almost like that of a child. 

Only she and Larry knew of the special relationship between them. It was an 
affinity that they had discovered only a few nights ago when they had been 
rehearsing late down at the theater loft. That night shimmered in their 
memories, as in the comfortably sedate office with the sun shining through 
the windows. The Chinese dancer moved around the side of Larry's big desk, 
littered with scripts. 

"Well, I'm glad about that, anyway, Georgie ... if you think of...," Larry 
was saying into the receiver. 

Marlene's sleek black hair was tied back in a knot at the nape of her golden 
neck, and now as she stood beside the producer, she untied it, letting it 
fall in silken waves around her slender dancer's shoulders. It was raven 
black, and it was magnificent. She smiled and her slanted almond-shaped 
brown eyes sparkled with anticipation. Her softly chiseled Oriental face was 
free of makeup, and a natural inner beauty shone from her features as she 
knelt down on the floor beside Larry's seated figure. She was a gorgeous 
young creature and more than willing to do anything that would further her 
career with this influential man. 

"I can't honestly say that we're willing to go that high, George!" 

Larry nodded to the Chinese choreographer and swiftly the young woman 
reached toward the zipper of the producer's fly. The soft sound of its 
descent rose from beneath the desk, as Larry swung his chair around 
sideways. Easily, Ms. Gee's deft golden fingers reached in and clasped the 
thickly swollen mass of Larry's cock. Only his features reflected the 
emotion he felt as her fingers began a slow up and down movement on the 
nakedly exposed flesh of his throbbing erectness. 

"Georgie ... you're being ... no ... of course not!" 

Marlene held Larry's heavily hardened cock in one hand and began to pull the 
thick foreskin down, sending the rubbery tip of his straining penis shooting 
upward to glisten nakedly in the air. 

"Big and hard," she murmured so softly that no one could possibly hear, even 
straining their ears. "Mmmmmmmmmm ... nice ... big cock!" 

The Oriental woman looked up inquiringly and Larry nodded to her once more. 
She knew perfectly well what he meant. Standing up, she slid her dancer's 
leotard upward, revealing the very tops of her shapely, beautifully tapered 
legs, encased in matching black leotard tights. She removed her ballet 
slippers and stood in her stocking feet on the deep pile of the rug in the 
producer's office and then reaching upward, she began to peel down her 
tights revealing a soft pubic triangle covered with jet black curls, and 
Larry could feel his hardened cock give an excited lurch at the sight of it. 
He was listening to the talkative actor's voice in one ear, but his mind was 
there between Marlene Gee's soft, golden-skinned young thighs. Larry watched 
with admiration as the choreographer's face clouded over that with a desire 
that was new and delightful for him. 

Her lithe body went into what was becoming a familiar ritual. She raised her 
arms over her head provocatively, pushing her long jet black shining hair up 
and then releasing it so that it fell softly to her shoulders. Her soft lips 
quivered and pouted sexily as she languidly moved closer. Already he could 
smell that wonderful scent of the perfume that she spread between her soft 
silken thighs. It smelled of some mysterious exotic garden. 

And now her tiny panties had been rolled off in a single motion with the 
black tights and she spread her long legs wide as Larry closed his knees 
together. The smooth golden flesh of her thighs gleamed sensually above him. 
Centered directly above him, lay the perfect dark triangle of Marlene's 
seductively quivering young pussy. She seemed about to go into one of her 
acrobatic splits as her feet slipped outward further and further as she 
shuffled forward that way like the agile dancer she was to place her nakedly 
quivering loins over Larry's heavily burgeoning cock. Simultaneously, the 
soft curl-fringed lips of her cunt were opening wider still as she lowered 
herself onto the long hard shaft throbbing directly up at its wetly 
glistening mouth from below. 

"Not necessarily, Georgie..." Larry was talking to the actor and trying to 
concentrate but his mind was in several other directions. The producer was 
just as happy that Britt had decided to go shopping instead of sticking 
around to wait while he talked to the actor. There was nothing that excited 
him more than this fabulous Oriental beauty practicing her charms on him. 

The lithe figured Chinese choreographer brought herself slowly down as she 
faced the excited producer. He was almost old enough to be her father. In 
fact, in a strange sort of way he was almost like her own father except that 
he was a white man. For each of them this secret closeness meant a soothing 
of deep psychological needs. Sexual needs, granted, but deep-seated needs 
that were nonetheless present. 

The Oriental dancer bit her lower lip as she felt the hardness of Larry's 
cock touching against her naked young cunt flesh. She let herself remain 
poised upon its quivering tip, her pinkly exposed inner pussy flesh pulsing 
wetly against his smooth, rubbery cockhead. Then she began to move. Leaning 
forward, she brought her face close to Larry's without interfering with the 
telephone and licked the wetly pointed tip of her tongue into his free ear. 

"Uhhhhhh..." Larry suddenly groaned, his face reddening and his grunted 
directly into the mouthpiece. 

"What the fuck's going on?" Georgie asked, hearing the sharp grunt on his 
end of the telephone. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm ... nothing ... nothing ... continue, Georgie ... I just hit 
myself on the knee with my drawer ... just go on ... don't worry about it!" 

But Georgie was really not getting the full attention of the producer for 
Marlene Gee's full, soft breasts beneath her dancing leotard were pressing 
against his chest. Her slick, wet outer cuntal lips were beginning to 
slither up and down the length of his cock, though he had not yet entered 
her fully. 

The producer began to daydream. The droning sound of the egotistical actor, 
the wonderful intimacy of the exotic dancer, his young Scandinavian wife 
able to go shopping for anything she wanted. All these unrelated thoughts 
went through his head as his rock-hard penis swelled into even greater 
rigidity. The exciting Chinese woman was moving faster and faster, building 
up a friction in the external area of her widespread pussy, feeling the 
wealthy producer's thickening cock throb and tremble against her. She 
stopped her pace and began to ride slowly and sensually over it. The fleshy 
penis between her legs felt good to her as the thick foreskin slid back and 
forth beneath the pressuring, and finally the full fleshy surface became a 
bulbous mass against the pit of her steaming cunt. She knew instinctively it 
was time then! 

This influential producer's big cock! What she could do with it! And, more 
importantly where it would get her! She smiled to him as she panted above 
him and then planted small kisses on his lips. 

"Larry, are you still there? For Christ's sake I ask you a question and you 
don't even respond. Are you dead?" 

"Cool it, Georgie. Of course, I hear you. What were you saying about Roger's 
script?" 

Marlene's breasts were nudging into his chest, her soft sweet breath in his 
nostrils, her wetly quivering cunt on his cock. 

The Chinese woman's full golden dancer's thighs spread outward and the thin 
pink slit of her warmly seeping vagina nestled lovingly now against his 
long, hot, lust-engorged cock where it thrust upward from the opening in his 
pants. Larry moved his arms around the young Oriental and she put hers up 
around his neck. Her fresh, moistly hair-lined cunt slid tenderly up and 
down along the blood-swollen shaft of his cock, and her body began to jerk 
wildly. The passionate dancer was deep in an erotic trance. She could not 
make a sound, but the sound was all inside her. 

The lovely yellow-skinned woman reached her hand down and spread her aching 
cuntal lips with her fingers as much as possible and then let the big 
smooth-headed cock fit up inside their moistened circumference. 

Unable to stand any more of it, Larry cried out, "Aaaahh ... aaaahhhhhh!" 
and fucked his hips forward and upward as hard as he could. Marlene could 
hardly keep from crying out, but somehow she managed as the thickly 
advancing cock slid slowly upward into her tightly clenching cunt. Hotly it 
wormed its head up into her tender softness, and she worked her hips down 
upon it, filling herself with it, and wanting it with all her seething 
flesh. 

"Larry? What the hell's going on over there? Are you getting a blow job or 
something?" 

"Jesus Christ, Georgie," Larry blurted out breathlessly, "for the third time 
... nothing's going on!" 

Larry completely tuned out as he began to fuck upward higher and higher into 
the moist darkness of the young Chinese choreographer's hungrily devouring 
cunt. 

"Yeah ... yeah," he murmured, "Hmmmm ... uh..." At this point Larry didn't 
even care if he was mumbling in the right places. 

Marlene Gee wanted to scream out to him as she had before when he was not on 
the telephone. "Do it to me ... fuck me ... fuck me with your big cock!" 

The older producer had begun a steady rhythm up into her tight warm cunt, 
and his strong hard cock was pushing, sliding, racing farther, the whole of 
it arching from the strong vaginal pressure on it. His over-stimulated penis 
throbbed between the tender vaginal lips, the elastic rimmed tightness of 
the young choreographer. She sent fiery thrills through him as he began to 
flick his hips hard up and down. He felt her alternately relax and tighten 
onto his advancing and retreating cock. 

The Oriental's naked buttocks, trembling and yellow, slid up and down upon 
Larry Meldon's trousered legs as she felt herself ramming open-mouthed down 
upon him. She had freed his testicles from his pants and they snuggled up 
into the tightly clenched crevice between her nakedly grinding young 
ass-cheeks. 

She had never felt him fucking higher or hard up inside her! Her warm 
velvety pussy clung hot and naked to his heavily driving cock, the mouth 
spreading wide to admit every inch of his slippery thrusting penis. She 
began to groan now and emit low hums of ecstatic bliss. Her breasts heaved 
and her lips twisted with erotic passion. Her mouth worked excitedly as her 
voluptuously writhing body broke out in a thin film of perspiration. Her 
head rolled from side to side, her dark hair swaying as her broadly flaring 
hips began a slow demanding roll above her the older man's heavily impaling 
cock. 

Suddenly, with an erotically wet juicy noise, her hungrily grasping pussy 
screwed itself nakedly down even more tightly against his exposed loins and 
Larry was forced to clench his teeth tight together in a desperate effort to 
control himself. 

"Right ... yeah ... sure ... you're right, Georgie," he said into the 
mouthpiece, and when he heard the actor's voice continue he was fairly 
certain that he had made a correct response. 

In the meantime, the young Chinese woman who lewdly straddled Larry's 
rampant cock had entered another world. Her ripe feminine body was bursting 
with lust as every section of it responded with agonizing delight. She 
fucked up and down on Larry's impalingly rigid cock, wildly untamed and 
relentlessly. She gurgled softly as the licentiously mounting sensations 
overtook her right there in his office which his wife had just left. Out the 
window she could see the teeming streets and the quiet theaters of Broadway 
as it was still only mid-day. Crowds of people passed by oblivious to her 
sexual antics floors above them. To the ambitious dancer nothing else 
mattered but the incredible feelings raging inside her totally filled and 
churning cunt, making her quiver wildly as the hard blunt cockhead pistoned 
hotly in and out against her inner cuntal flesh. 

Her warm wet pussy walls jerked and twitched spasmodically around Larry's 
lust-driven cock as the startling tide of his orgasm struck him. 

The producer's loins exploded and released out a wildly burning heat as his 
sperm spurted outward and up into the softly yielding flesh that surrounded 
his throbbing cock. Then great gusts of steam seemed to fill him as he 
fucked on up into the hotly flowing liquid of both their wildly spewing 
orgasms. 

The couple seemed to cum forever, his hot wet semen ricocheting wildly 
against the Oriental dancer's desperately contracting womb. Her hands 
grabbed onto his silver hair as they writhed together on the chair and 
choked back the moans that threatened to pour forth from both their lips. 

Larry knew that Marlene was cumming not once but several times in rapid 
succession. Her eyes were totally lost, turned upward into their sockets as 
a glistening bit of saliva formed upon her lips. He could see that she was 
enjoying it every bit as much as he. She was squirming hotly this way and 
that, grinding her yellow-skinned, voluptuously curved ass-cheeks up and 
down and from side to side, milking every tiny drop of cascading sperm from 
his wildly climaxing cock. Her mount moved down hard on his suddenly, and 
Larry felt everything inside him lurch toward the woman who was young enough 
to be his daughter. 

He was giving her his all, and this acute, sky-thrusting orgasm was his 
reward. It spun through his system, creating a wild sensuous turmoil in 
every nerve ending in his body. The wealthy producer felt the receding 
sensations being prolonged by the intense sucking pressure of his 
choreographer's slender, hair-lined cuntal passage on his slowly deflating 
cock. A thin rivulet of perspiration trickled from his forehead as Ms. Gee 
slumped at last into his arms. There was a pool of wetness where their naked 
flesh still touched, and Larry was glad he always kept a change of clothes 
at the office. They would certainly come in handy. Fortunately, too for 
Marlene who had changed into her dancing leotard to show him a new routine 
she was working out. 

Holy Christ! She's insatiable! 

Suddenly in the midst of his sexual explosion a little bell sounded in his 
brain. He was still supposedly carrying on a conversation with Georgie 
Barber. A strange little idea popped into his brain out of nowhere. 

"Listen Georgie, Britt's gone over to Bloomingdale's looking at handbags or 
some damn thing ... of course, it's got something to do with this 
conversation ... why don't you go over there and pick her up!" 

"What the hell for, Larry?" Georgie asked uncomprehendingly. 

"Jesus, for a big stud around town you can be fucking dumb sometimes, 
Georgie boy ... take her home ... fuck the little lady ... use your 
imagination!" Larry said expansively. 

"Shit, Larry! What brought this on? I thought we were discussing Roger's 
play. Suddenly, in mid conversation I'm supposed to get my ass over to 
Bloomingdale's to fuck your wife! Are you cracking up? Has your mind become 
so preoccupied with getting backing for this Arthur production that you've 
finally flipped out?" 

"As a matter-of-fact I'm going down to Grant Fraser's Connecticut estate and 
I'm pretty sure that he's going to be an angel for that production ... no, 
Britt has nothing to do with me "flipping out" as you so eloquently put it 
... it just occurred to me that she could use a little servicing this 
afternoon ... I'm tied up here," Larry said, winking broadly at the Chinese 
beauty he had just moments before fucked and who was making no attempt to 
get dressed. 

"Uh, well...," Georgie mumbled uncertainly, "do you think Britt would go for 
it. I mean since you've been married I don't think she's ever...," 

"Listen, baby, if she thinks I don't know about it, this afternoon she'll go 
for it. I'm hoping I can get out of here this afternoon early. Is your extra 
key to your apartment still with the stage manager?" 

"Yeah, I always leave one with him in case I get locked out which has 
happened several times. Why?" 

Larry laughed. "Why do you think? So I can slip into your place and watch 
you ramming that big fabled prick of yours into my wife's tight little cunt! 
You don't have much imagination these days, Georgie. In the old days you 
would have suggested it yourself!" 

"Not with your wife, I wouldn't have!" Georgie protested. 

The producer laughed again. "Stop trying to sound like the wounded innocent. 
This is a direct order. Get over to Bloomingdale's. I'll try to get over to 
your apartment to watch you in action. Don't disappoint me now!" 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Britt Meldon felt a little shaken from her meeting with her husband. Too 
bad, he got that phone call she thought. It would have been nice to fuck 
this afternoon. Instead, here I am trying to concentrate on this selection 
of handbags. 

The Swedish blonde picked up a green leather pocketbook and examined the 
inside. They really do make shoddy leather goods, these days, she mumbled. 
She summoned the saleswoman over and asked if she didn't have something in 
an alligator clutch. 

"Yes, we do have something. They just came in, wait a second and I'll get 
one to show you. Say, aren't you Britt Bjornsen?" 

"Why yes, I am." Britt replied pleasantly, happy to have been recognized. 

"Gee, I miss you on the stage. There's really no one worth seeing these 
days. Are you thinking about doing anything soon?" 

"No, I retired from the stage last year." 

The saleswoman shook her head. "What a shame ... you're so young ... and 
such a wonderful actress ... oh, excuse me, I didn't mean to get so personal 
... I'll just go and get the bag." 

Britt smiled and told the woman that she didn't mind at all but the woman 
had struck a chord in the lovely blonde. Here she was spending a leisurely 
afternoon shopping for a handbag which she really didn't need. This shopping 
trip was something she had never had time for when she'd been working but 
now she had nothing but time on her hands. The reason she'd retired from the 
stage at the ripe old age of twenty-six was to spend time with her husband. 
But, truly it didn't make a lot of sense because he was always working 
anyway. She now filled her days with buying, buying, buying. Articles she 
didn't need and never got around to even using. Why, I must have six green 
handbags at least and I never wear green, she thought! 

Besides, when she wasn't working she had a problem keeping her mind occupied 
and away from the sexual devils that haunted her when she let her guard 
down. Being the wife of a very wealthy man had its special problems. She 
shuddered as she waited for the saleswoman to return with the unneeded green 
purse. The heat from the contact with her husband still remained between her 
trim thighs and her breasts ached to be touched. Why didn't the woman hurry 
up! The young blonde knew she was going to have to go home to masturbate 
that afternoon! 

"Why, Britt, imagine meeting you here." 

The Swedish actress turned and saw that the voice belonged to Georgie 
Barber. 

"Georgie! What a surprise. What are you doing here shopping with the masses. 
When I left Larry you were talking to him on the phone." 

"Yeah, I had to talk to him about Roger's play. I had to come over here 
though to get a new wallet. Mine's really had it. What are you doing this 
afternoon?" 

"Well, nothing really. I had some shopping Britt hesitated. She hated to 
sound so purposeless. 

"If you're not busy, why don't we have a drink somewhere?" 

"UH ... okay..." She told herself that the past was all over and even though 
they had had a brief affair a couple of years ago there was no reason to shy 
away from this handsome young actor. If she watched herself she had the 
strength to resist. He was smiling in a friendly manner and his expression 
showed that he genuinely wanted to have a quiet drink with no strings 
attached. She must act natural, Britt told herself. Her burning slightly 
damp cunt from her husband's caress made her feel more vulnerable than she 
had felt in months. 

Barely examining the green bag the saleswoman brought over for her 
inspection, Britt opened her purse and took out a credit card. 

"I'll take it, thank you for your trouble," she said hardly glancing at the 
package as she tucked it under her arm and waited for Georgie to purchase a 
Moroccan leather billfold. 

"Now for that drink," the handsome actor said taking Britt by the arm and 
guiding her out of the busy department store. Searching his brain for an 
excuse to get the lovely blonde wife of his producer back to his apartment, 
he suddenly came up with one. Looking up at the sky, he said to Britt, "you 
know I don't like the look of that sky, I'm sure we're in for a downpour. Do 
you mind if I go home for an umbrella? We'll just grab a cab, it's just a 
couple of minutes from here." 

Trying to keep her voice calm not wanting to let him know that she wanted to 
avoid his apartment at all costs, she tried to make her voice casual. "No, 
of course not. Are you still over on Sutton Place?" 

"The same old place," Georgie replied searching around for a cab. "Taxi." 

The yellow cab pulled up and they both climbed in. The car moved slowly 
through the traffic on the busy street and Britt looked out the window. 

"It certainly does look like rain," she said trying to keep the conversation 
light. 

"Uh ... huh..." 

Britt couldn't help noticing how attractive the actor was. She had always 
thought he was one of the handsomest leading men in the theater as well as a 
good actor but today for some reason it seemed even more apparent to the 
frustrated young wife. He was so slim and that dark wavy hair ... Almost 
against her will, she let her blue eyes graze over his long legs and the 
interesting bulges that a pair of tight blue jeans can accent so well. 

"It's been a long time, Britt. How are you?" Georgie inquired now, and she 
wrenched herself back to the reality of the situation. Was he really just 
being friendly? Were they really going back to his apartment for an 
umbrella? It did look like rain, but.... 

"Just fine. You look good, Georgie. Are you seriously considering Roger's 
new play?" 

"Yeah, that and the Arthur play looks like a hit if they get a backer for 
it. Larry said something about Grant Fraser putting up some bread. That old 
bastard would do anything to be involved in the theater. It keeps him in 
young actresses." 

"Another one of those, huh. I guess he can afford it with all the money he's 
made." 

Suddenly, it began to rain and for some idiotic reason, Britt felt better. 
Now the umbrella excuse is really valid, she thought, grasping at any 
justification for being in this taxi on the way to Georgie Barber's 
apartment. The nervous blonde clutched and unclutched her fingers, clasping 
them tightly together upon her leather bag which she held in her lap. 
Already, she was wishing that she had stayed in bed that morning instead of 
making the surprise visit to Larry's office. 

Georgie could feel Britt's nervousness beside him and he wanted to tell her 
that there was nothing to worry about, but he knew that was a lie. He 
couldn't wait to get to his apartment and not for the reason that the young 
blonde's husband had asked him to take her there but because he genuinely 
desired the luscious creature. He had always been sorry that she had married 
Lawrence Meldon and turned her life into some sort of monogamous sainthood. 
She had been one of the best fucks on Broadway. He wondered if she still 
felt the same way about him. 

The young actor thought about the situation he found he himself in. He had 
called up Larry to chat about the script he'd been sent and all of a sudden 
Larry is grunting and groaning in the telephone as if he weren't paying any 
attention to the conversation whatsoever and then incredibly the producer 
was asking him, practically ordering him to get Britt over to his apartment 
so he could come over and watch his wife and Georgie fucking. It was too 
bizarre to contemplate in the worst plot he'd ever read but there was Britt 
right beside him in the taxi as if there was a script they were following. 

"Here we are, Britt ... pull over here ... thanks," he said hopping out and 
paying the cabby. 

Britt jumped out and ran for the front of the building but not before she 
was soaked by the rain which had gotten to be like a monsoon in the short 
time since they'd left the store. The former actress suddenly felt wet and 
cold but still with the throbbing hungry ache between her legs. She felt 
like a little child that wanted to be comforted but, she chided herself, 
that was dangerous thinking. The man she was with was a former lover not her 
husband. She'd just go in and wait while he picked up the umbrella and then 
they'd go out for that drink. 

But, now I'm all wet and look a fright how can we go to a bar. Oh 
everything's getting so confused. She had been so absorbed in her thoughts 
that she'd hardly realized that they were in the elevator and it was 
stopped. 

"Come on, Britt. Ride's over," Georgie said beginning to fumble with his 
keys in front of his door. 

Once more Britt reminded herself that Georgie was a friend of Larry's and 
she owed him the courtesy of not acting like some suspicious schoolgirl. 
Just because he was a former lover of hers was no reason for her to start 
acting so silly. She felt a little better as she entered the apartment. It 
had changed a bit since she'd been there last some time ago. 

"Whew. I feel like a drowned rat." Britt said. 

"Me too. Why don't we stay here to have that drink? Would you like a glass 
of brandy?" 

"Yes. Thank you. That would be nice." she said moving over to the sofa. 

As the handsome actor disappeared into the kitchen to get some glasses, 
Britt settled down on the comfortable couch. Her body was internally 
behaving very oddly indeed. At this moment, Britt felt very far from the 
faithful wife she had forced herself to become since her marriage to Larry. 
She was acutely aware of the fact that she was in the apartment of a former 
lover of hers. The Scandinavian actress was enjoying the attention 

Georgie was paying her. 

Silently she sat uncomfortably upon the sofa. Her dress was slightly damp, 
although she felt quite a bit warmer than before. She wished that she had 
worn a coat for she feared the thin silk jersey of her dress had become so 
translucent with the rain that the round brown tips of her bare nipples 
beneath were clearly visible. Oh god, what am I doing here with Georgie? I 
should have taken a cab home after I left Larry's office. She felt her 
vagina clench tightly from just the thought of being in the same apartment 
alone with the attractive leading man. 

"Here you go, Britt," George said, entering the room with two brandy 
snifters. She took the glass gratefully. She could not help looking forward 
to its warmth. 

The French liquor tasted delicious, and Britt sat back, just a bit more at 
ease than before. She tried, however, to keep her arms in front of her just 
in case her nipples showed too clearly through the wet material of her 
dress. Once again she silently wished that she had worn a coat over the 
light dress. 

"You've changed the place around a bit," she said, talking to take her mind 
from any other thoughts of sexuality that might threaten to arise. "It's 
really nice. What have you been doing with your time besides the theater, I 
mean?" 

"Well, I don't want this to become general knowledge but I'm working on a 
book." 

Britt looked interested. "A book? About what?" 

"It's science fiction," he said searching her face to see if she would 
laugh. She didn't and he went on satisfied that she didn't think he was 
crazy. "I was always interested in reading it when I was a kid. In fact, the 
bookstore couldn't keep up with me. There just didn't seem to be enough of 
it around. I had this idea in my mind for a long time and I decided to see 
if it would work into anything readable." 

"Is it adult fiction or for general consumption?" Britt questioned. 

"Uh ... it's adult all right. That's one thing that always bothered me about 
those science fiction novels. They were always so sexless. All the guys just 
got off on their rocket ships and that was all. Sort of like the early 
westerns where all the cowboys kissed their horses instead of fucking the 
local schoolmarms or the preacher's daughter like happened in real life. I 
injected quite a bit of sex into this one but not at the expense of the 
plot. Would you like to read some? I haven't shown it to anyone else yet. 
I'd be interested in having your opinion about whether it's erotic or not." 

"Sure, Georgie. I'd love to read it." she said instantly. She didn't really 
want to look at the book at all but at least that would keep the sexual 
energy in the room down to a discussion level and she wouldn't have to worry 
about anything happening between her and the darkly good-looking actor. 

Georgie got up and started into the spare room, motioning her to follow. 

"I'm using this as a study. It's where I do my writing," he said. 

On legs that wobbled and trembled from her inward battle to control herself, 
Britt followed the young actor into the room. 

"Won't you sit down on that chair there?" Georgie pointed to a chair that 
was placed between a spare bed and his desk. He went behind the desk and 
reached up for a thick file folder which apparently contained his 
manuscript. 

Britt sat down. There was a quivering insider her, a numb spot that was a 
warning when it came to life. I mustn't get carried away now, she told 
herself. I must remain aloof. 

Georgie handled the file with the loose sheets in it carefully and handed it 
to the young blonde. His dormant penis began to pulse with life as he 
thought of Britt Meldon's sensuously naked body writhing hotly around 
beneath him on the bed. 

Jesus, she's so beautiful! Forget about Larry! I just want to fuck her this 
afternoon. 

The handsome actor felt such incredible sensations that he wondered how much 
Britt was feeling. His cock throbbed excitedly as he thought of the 
tightness and the strength of the voluptuous woman's cunt, wrapping itself 
around his up-thrusting penis as she would fuck it sensuously up and down. 
He saw that as usual she was not wearing a brassiere. In fact, the dampness 
of her dress plastered the expensive silk jersey material to her firm 
breasts making an incredibly erotic sight. She'd been clasping her arms in 
front of her keeping them hidden from him at first, but the brandy seemed to 
be relaxing her and she allowed her breasts to jut proudly from her chest 
even though she felt his eyes burning into her erect nipples. Georgie knew 
that he was working up to the strongest orgasm that he had ever known. He 
was hoping that he might be called upon to satisfy this outlandish craving 
that was consuming him. 

The brandy indeed had made the luscious Swedish blonde feel more relaxed and 
she was beginning to enjoy the sexy feeling she was experiencing instead of 
fighting it. After all, she was a mature woman and she felt now that she 
would be able to handle her former lover and her own emotions if they got 
out of hand. She'd always liked him. She knew that he would never do 
anything to harm her. She was almost afraid to look at his crotch, afraid of 
him catching her sizing him up. 

Unable to resist, she did allow herself a peek and she was surprised at the 
hugeness of the bulge in his jeans. She closed her eyes tight to control 
herself as she felt a definite urge to reach out and touch and caress his 
penis and cup it with her hands. 

Georgie's mind was directed back to his conversation with Larry. The 
conversation had been totally one-sided on his part until suddenly out of 
the blue, the producer had suggested that Georgie fuck Britt. How had he 
put? Something about Britt needing servicing this afternoon ... and ... oh 
yes, then he's asked about the stage manager still having the key to his 
apartment. Larry wanted to get the key to sneak up and watch his wife 
getting fucked. It was almost too much for even Georgie's extensive 
experience. Most men he knew were extremely possessive with their wives 
especially in the case of an older man like Larry when he had a young 
beautiful wife like Britt. Even though he had his share of the most 
desirable women the city had to offer, none of them had ever matched Britt 
Meldon in either beauty or in sensuality. 

He put on a record aware that Britt was watching his every move. 

"I'd like you to read over some of my book. Tell me what you think about it. 
You don't have to read all of it, of course, just kind of scan through to 
get the feel of it. You can read all of it some other time." 

Britt nodded. She could feel the familiar burning between her legs. What 
would the book be about? He had said adult science fiction. She flipped 
through into roughly the middle of the loose pages and began reading: 

"Captain Jason began to shake Lieutenant Roda's body. She was clad in a form 
fitting silver jump suit that zipped down the back, and without even 
thinking too much about it, he began to pull the zipper all the way down. 

"Eat her little cunt out, Captain Jason, eat it all out. Suck her dry" cried 
the alien figure with the massive cock hanging all the way down to the 
floor. Grotesquely, the greenish figure with the massive crowbar sized cock 
made his way over to the naked Lieutenant and prodded the alien greenish 
cock between her full naked buttocks. Then he found the entrance to her 
tight human rectum and pressed the gargantuan cock between her ass-cheeks. 

"No ... no ... you horrible, whatever you are ... stop it," the dazed human 
woman cried, appalled that this creature should touch her with his weird 
green-hued deformed body. But, the creature paid no attention to her and 
neither did Captain Jason who was now avidly sucking her clitoris so hard 
that she felt back onto the floor of the UFO now impaled on the mammoth rod 
of the alien..." 

Britt looked up shocked, her eyes bulging wide. 

She was in a mass of confusion knowing that the lewd images she had just 
read would paralyze her. 

"Britt," Georgie intoned softly. "I hope you enjoyed my writing. It is 
something different and you really have to read the whole story to get the 
general impression of my style. It's not fair to take things out of 
context." But Georgie had seen the passage she read and knew that there was 
really no other way to take it. He was glad she had chosen that part. He 
wished she would go on reading. 

"Uh ... it's interesting, Georgie. I just wasn't expecting it to be uh ... 
quite like that. I've never read anything like it before." Now she was 
embarrassed and red as a beet. She downed another sip of the imported brandy 
to clam her shattered nerves. 

She sat back down as though the breath had been knocked out of her. Was it 
her imagination, or did Georgie seem to be looking at her in a new way? She 
was sure he was looking at her breasts, and she could feel her nipples 
contracting at the thought. She kept her naked legs pressed tightly together 
as she sat primly on the edge of the chair. It was hard to play the part of 
the prude when she had just read that erotic literature that he was trying 
to pass off as science fiction. 

"Would you like some more brandy?" George said in a soft voice. Britt seemed 
to hear him through a veil of confusion. She nodded yes, as Georgie got up 
to get more drinks. 

This time Georgie returned with the whole bottle of brandy and two clean 
glasses. 

"I hope you weren't shocked by my book, Britt. I'd really like you to read 
the whole thing. Maybe we could read it together some time. I'd like to read 
it aloud for you." 

Dear god, that's all I need to have him reading that ... that pornography 
aloud.... 

The dashing actor took a deep sip from his glass, letting his eyes wander 
over the slim, well-rounded body on the chair across from him. He could 
remember every detail of her nakedness, every quiver of her taut little cunt 
around his steadily plunging cock. 

"What do you want from me? Britt asked in sudden candor knowing he was doing 
everything to arouse her. She knew it. It was no accident that he had her 
read his book. 

" Only what you want, Britt," Georgie replied, "to feel good together like 
we used to do." 

His last response provoked a long silence while both of them mulled his 
words over in their minds. Britt downed the whole of her brandy, thankful 
for the burning warmth it created in her mouth and throat and then in her 
jittery stomach. She dared not speak. Her tongue felt thick and fuzzy in her 
mouth, and she longed for more brandy. Georgie leaned back as if 
anticipating her thoughts, and she wondered if she had been looking too 
longingly at the bottle. He filled her snifter again, this time almost full, 
and her hand trembled so as she lifted it to her parched lips that several 
drops fell across the front of her form-fitting dress. 

To wipe away the drops before they stained, she brushed her fingers across 
the wet spots and she could see the voluptuously large mounds of her 
breasts, the all too well-defined protrusions of her nipples beneath her 
clinging dress. She shivered as the brandy coursed down her throat this 
time, and then knew that all hope was lost when Georgie began to clear his 
throat. She had hoped that the silence might go on forever, that he might 
never speak the lewd words which would tell her what she already felt. 

The young wife thought of her husband probably deeply engrossed in some 
negotiations for his new production while she was here in this apartment 
with her old lover. 

The tall actor seemed disappointed that she hadn't been more receptive yet, 
but he was still undaunted, and she was alarmed when he went on talking as 
though she had no scruples. 

If he would just make a move, I could handle it, she thought. But the way he 
just keeps looking at me with those brown eyes ... I can't stand it! He's 
fucking me with his eyes! I should get up and call a cab and go home but I 
feel so weak.... 

Georgie got up to change the record. He put on something soft and melodic. A 
record more appropriate for young lovers to listen to in the evening. Not 
something you'd chose for an afternoon. 

The personable young man felt his cock jerk slightly as he felt the charged 
atmosphere in the room. He watched the expression crossing over the blonde 
woman's face with a new kind of inward satisfaction. 

Britt was sitting motionless in the chair and Georgie could not resist 
bringing everything out into the open. "You do feel the same as I do, don't 
you darling? Nothing has changed from the time when we were lovers in the 
past. You do want me, don't you Britt? Just as I have been wanting you." 

Shocked at his summation of their situation, Britt stood up quickly and 
tried to move past the desirable man. She felt hysteria mounting rapidly 
inside her as she half-whispered to him: 

"No, we mustn't. It was different before. I'm a married woman, now. We must 
forget about the past. I have." 

Georgie easily stopped her from leaving, taking hold of both of her wrists 
with a firm grasp. "You're lying, Britt. I know you're lying. You want it as 
much as I do!" 

As soon as he touched her, Britt knew that she was lost. If she had been 
able to burst free at that moment she may have made it but his voice was too 
pleasant and his expression too mild, he meant to tease her into some kind 
of recurringly lewd affair with him. He knew about her weakness, she thought 
miserably, her breath coming in short gasps now. He was right. She did want 
him as much as he said he desired her. 

The ex-actress tried to fight him briefly, but that realized that she was 
helplessly compromising her dignity. With great difficulty, she struggled to 
gain control of herself again. Certainly she could reason with her old 
lover. He was standing so close to her, his tall, thin body so near she 
could smell his musk oil cologne. 

"I'm sure Larry would approve," he whispered confidently. 

"Oh, you're wrong. I know he wouldn't. He wouldn't want me to go this far to 
preserve a friendship," Britt gasped desperately. But the young actor still 
held on to her. 

"Please, Britt. I need you. I've wanted to see you so many times since you 
got married. You're being unreasonably faithful repressing yourself like 
this. Do you think for a minute that Larry is Mr. Faithful?" 

The confused blonde sat down and covered her hands over her face to blot out 
the whole scene. Hoping that when she took away her hands she would be at 
home away from this uncomfortable situation away from the heat in her belly 
raging like a grassfire out of control. 

"My god. I'm so confused. I just don't know what to do." 

Georgie looked down at the tanned thighs that were now almost completely 
exposed she had sat down so carelessly. Her dress had edged up without her 
knowing and he could feel small beads of perspiration breaking out on his 
upper lip as he studied her delicate fullness. 

"Come on, Britt. Don't deny yourself." he said, remembering her in the 
throes of uncontrollable passion in days gone by. Britt thought how 
ludicrous it was for her to be sitting there like that, with her former 
paramour, hovering over her. My life is getting to be more like a bad 
melodrama, she thought ruefully. 

When she raised her head, ready to tell him that she would agree to meet him 
some other time, she saw something totally unexpected. There before her 
startled eyes was the heavily throbbing hardness of Georgie Barber's fully 
exposed young cock. He stood holding it now, just inches away from her face, 
and she jumped backwards, trying to move away from him. 

"Georgie, please, for god's sake!" she cried, feeling her cunt hollowing up 
between her legs and knowing deep within her that it was too late, the devil 
was within her now. He had already grabbed her by the shoulders and was 
waving his nakedly throbbing cock in front of her face. 

"Suck me, please," he said, so softly and pleadingly that she thought he 
might not have spoken after all. He said the words again and Britt knew that 
she had not been mistaken. "Suck my cock," he repeated, louder this time, 
pulling her head and shoulders toward the heavily throbbing head. 

"I know you like to suck cock," he added reflectively. He had thought about 
her many sexual talents many times in the last year since she'd married. 
This made all his longing worth it, he mused, fondling the warmth of his 
rapidly hardening cock. 

"Georgie, please. This is wrong! I'm a married woman. What if Larry found 
out? Let's just forget the whole thing. We'll pretend that it never 
happened." Britt babbled a steady stream of words, hardly realizing what she 
was saying. But none of her words seemed to help, and she visualized her 
husband, handsome and serious, unaware of what she was doing with one of his 
good friends. Little did the young wife realize that her "handsome and 
serious" husband had arranged the whole scenario so he could watch it! 

Hopelessly flustered, she shuddered underneath the young actor's fingers. 
She felt his hand at the back of her head, against her face gently pushing. 
His other hand was still wrapped around his own rigid cock that stood out in 
the air in front of her hard and pulsating with desire. She could see him 
rubbing the wetly lubricated head with his thumb and forefinger, and then, 
he was rubbing it softly, familiarly, against her tightly clenched lips. 

Britt fought for a moment, trying to move her blonde head from side to side 
in protest, grunting out her displeasure at the obscene performance that was 
being requested of her. Then with a sudden grasp for air her mouth opened 
wide.. Instantly, Georgie flicked his hips forward, sending the blood-filled 
head of his cock thrusting deep within the confines of the woman's tender 
lips. 

Wildly, Britt fought her conflicting emotions, but Georgie, feeling the hot 
wetness of her inner-cheeks and tongue against his heavily pulsing penis, 
tangled his hands into his former lover's hair and forced her to begin a 
gentle sucking motion. 

"Britt ... oh baby ... suck it ... suck my cock!" he murmured, oblivious to 
her as her lips hollowed to his every stroke. Tiny ridges of soft pink flesh 
could be seen pulling from her ovaled lips as he drew down and back, and 
Georgie smiled to see Larry's wife in such a position. Passion mounting in 
his loins as his thoughts wandered, Georgie began a rhythmic fucking back 
and forth, never quite drawing his hungrily thrusting cock all the way out, 
but leaving the tip just up inside the warm moistness of her widely ovaled 
lips. 

"How I've wanted you, Britt ... oh suck it all up!" he whispered, groaning 
as he thrust his loins forward into the warm, hotly clasping moistness. It 
was far, far better than he had remembered it to be. The memory of his last 
session of oral delights had not come near to this experience. Larry's 
wife's platinum blonde head bent backward as he pressed his stiffly probing 
cock forward into her mouth. Her deep blue eyes were alternately wide open 
and tightly close. It was what he had longed for! He had almost forgotten 
that it was this beauty's husband that had requested their coupling. 

Georgie looked at the mirror on the opposite wall facing him so that he 
could see a good profile view of the producer's wife's face as his 
lust-hardened shaft continued to fuck rhythmically in and out of her widely 
ovaled mouth. The very sight of it caused his loins to tense and jerk into 
her face until in the mirror it looked as though he were sinking the full 
length of it all the way down her swan-like throat. Almost all of it seemed 
to disappear with each hard thrust he made, until only a little stretch of 
its lust-hardened shaft showed glistening and protruding from between her 
lips. 

Britt was so completely exhilarated by what was happening that she only 
whimpered now and then as the harshly thrusting rod of Georgie's cock plowed 
willfully into her now voluntarily sucking lips. The sensual blonde could 
fight herself no longer. 

Oh, he's right, she thought. I love to suck him. His big juicy cock in my 
mouth ... I love to suck his cock! 

With a nerve-tingling lick, her tongue thrust forward toward the throbbing 
head that pushed against it. The handsome actor began to smile as in the 
mirror he could see her beginning to come to life. The sensations around his 
happily surging cock told him that he had brought out her familiar 
sensuality that he knew from previous experience dwelled inside this 
beautiful woman. 

He watched, hypnotized by the image in the glass, as the flesh of her soft 
pink lips was pulled apart as he pulled back and she began to suck his 
cock-head hungrily. Her breasts jerking and dancing within the loose folds 
of her dress added to the lust-inciting picture presented to him in the 
mirror. 

Suddenly, another face appeared in the mirror. He had been so engrossed in 
the fabulous cock-sucking Britt was giving him that he had failed to hear 
his apartment door opening. Framed in the mirror now was the face of Britt's 
husband, Larry Meldon. 

Jesus Christ, it didn't take them long, Larry thought. Look at her taking 
Georgie's big cock into her mouth like it was an ice cream. This is better 
than I thought. She's insatiable. Larry found himself getting instantly hard 
as he watched the hollowing cheeks of his wife sucking the actor's rampaging 
rod for all she was worth. 

"Oh yes, take it all in your mouth!" Georgie hissed, letting his head roll 
backward as he arched his loins forward into her hotly sucking mouth. 

Preoccupied as she was by the sinful act she was indulging in, Britt could 
still hear the wet sounds of her mouth-fucking by this man rising throughout 
the study mingling with the music from the stereo, as it provided background 
for their lustful performance. 

"Faster ... faster ... oh suck it harder . . , . faster ... " Georgie's 
voice grunted out as she slaved and sucked hungrily below him. His hands in 
her hair twisted and pulled at the silken blonde strands and Britt could 
feel her body drenched with perspiration. She wanted the final moment to 
come. She anticipated his excitedly rising sensations and knew that soon the 
sweet pungent wetness would gush out hotly inexorably, into her now greedily 
wanting mouth never realizing for one second that there was another party 
voyeuristically observing her depravity. Her own husband was leering in the 
doorway immeasurably aroused by the scene he had created. 

"Do it ... eat cock ... oh Jesus!" Georgie urged, soaring somewhere above 
the clouds. He could feel the pressure growing in his testicles, which he 
had freed from the encumbrance of his jeans. He knew from experience it 
wouldn't be long now, because his swollen cock felt like it was going to 
explode into twelve million parts!! 

Strangely enough, Georgie was even more turned on to the cock-sucking Britt 
was giving him knowing that her husband was watching the scene. In fact, 
Georgie thought that Larry's suggestion that he get involved with Britt was 
the best he had ever had. 

With eyes bulging, Larry watched as the young actor shoved his loins hard up 
against his wife's noisily sucking face, hearing her mumbles, but letting 
them go unheeded as he wished to remain totally inconspicuous. It was all he 
could do to keep from rushing in and joining the obscene spectacle! 

Georgie, meanwhile, had started on the final race toward fulfillment to the 
long awaited end of his blissful torture! It was building ... building deep 
inside his quivering balls as he gasped and bared his lips back over his 
teeth. All along his incredibly hard penis he could feel the wild nibbling 
and sucking of Mrs. Lawrence Meldon's mouth. Bits of her saliva, warm and 
wet were overflowing and trickling down her chin as his bursting cock began 
a sudden wild staccato jerking that let loose a heavy flood of semen without 
warning into Britt's wildly sucking mouth. 

"Aaaaaauuuuuuggghhh ... uuuuuunnnnnngggggghhhhhhhhh!" he moaned 
ecstatically. 

Almost beside himself, Larry watched as gush after gush of white hot sperm 
bloated her cheeks unnaturally outward with each spurt of long accumulated 
sperm and she began to choke and swallow desperately against Georgie's 
salaciously fucking loins. 

" I'm there ... I'm cumming ... keep sucking . . don't stop ... don't ever 
stop!" 

The actor's hands tangled tighter in her hair as he rasped out his pleasure. 
Convulsively, he rammed his cock farther and farther down her throat, as 
Britt went on sucking as best she could, feeling the voluminous quantities 
of the young man's cum flowing deep down into her voraciously gulping 
throat. 

Larry could see his wife's face totally contorted as with one last 
earth-shattering groan Georgie emptied the last of his white-hot cum between 
her lips and clutched her head to the dampness of his exposed loins. The 
producer was amazed at the size of the dark-haired actor's cock. It was 
mammoth and the way it had looked stuffed in his wife's mouth! Fabulous! He 
was ecstatic that Georgie had followed up on his suggestion. Things couldn't 
have worked out more spectacularly! 

Britt shuddered against the still quivering thighs of the young actor. 
Gradually, his satiated penis was deflating in her mouth and she heard a 
great sigh of relief escape his lips. He was pulling away from her, and she 
simultaneously pulled back, letting the limp mass of his cock fall from her 
lips. 

"Dear god, Georgie..." she cried softly as the intensity of her emotional 
arousal faded and the reality of what she had done hit her full force. She 
moved away from him and stood up, and then, trembling and shaken, she headed 
for the door. But something stopped her, and she turned back toward Georgie 
who was still standing there adjusting his pants. 

Still strong in her mouth was the taste of his masculine cum and she knew 
that her hair was a fright and her clothes a rumpled mess. 

Georgie looked at her in a way with was both grateful and apologetic at the 
same time. 

"Baby, you were absolutely fabulous!" the actor said with truthful 
conviction. 

Totally embarrassed by his lewd compliment, Britt stood mute, her eyes 
averted. The young blonde was totally silent. 

Her husband heard the compliment though just before he slipped unnoticed out 
of the apartment. He wholeheartedly agreed! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Lola Davis was feeling a trifle unsettled and she wasn't sure just why. 
There was really no reason for her to be dissatisfied about anything. She 
had just had a starring role written for her by the love of her life, Gill 
Arthur and she was considering a film offer on the West Coast. But Lola 
realized that it had been a few days since she and Gill had spent the night 
together. True, they had both been extremely busy. Every day counted now 
that the summer was approaching, and the theater festival that Meldon 
produced would be on again. It was all exciting and she felt a thrill 
thinking about it. 

Lawrence Meldon. Just thinking of the producer brought a smile to her lips. 
The determined young actress had just come into town with few acting 
credentials but heard that they were casting a play about women in a prison. 
Lola had read the play and decided that the part of a young innocent thrust 
into the corrupt prison world would be ideal for her. She contrived an 
appointment with Larry and what acting skills she lacked she certainly made 
up with exotic beauty and skills in other areas! 

The darkly-beautiful would-be actress arrived for her appointment with 
Meldon dressed rather demurely. But her demeanor was anything but demure! 
She remembered sitting pantyless, on the producer's lap at her suggestion. 
She would never forget the smooth hardness of his cock rising upward between 
her nakedly trembling buttocks, sinking high into the seeping pit of her 
willing cunt. She had got the part, but not the one she wanted as the 
wounded innocent. She was given the part of the prostitute would had 
murdered her pimp and was the undisputed ruler of the jail. The rest of 
story was history. Lola was now one of the biggest names on Broadway. 

Restlessly, she stood up and went to her window and" looked out at the view 
of the East River. She paced back and forth for a moment, her long slim legs 
carrying her well-proportioned figure with graceful steps. Lola had always 
been considered a beautiful young woman, and back in her home town had been 
pursued by many young men. None of them, however, had succeeded in capturing 
her heart. Although she had occasionally explored the more carnal pleasures 
with them to get something she wanted, they had done little but scratch the 
surface of her deep-rooted sensuality. Lola had her eye on fame from the 
time she was twelve years old and she was going to get it! And no one was 
going to stand in her way. 

Gill Arthur had given her both these things, she realized. Her heart 
suddenly began to pound wildly at the thought of him. He had thrust her into 
the spotlight where all of her talents were put to use. 

His plays allowed her to use her talent as an actress and not just as a 
showcase for her startling good looks. She had not abused his trust in her. 
In addition, she had let him capture her body and soul and he had shown her 
what it was like to give herself up totally to another person. 

It had been only a few days now since he had lain naked between her thighs, 
but Lola realized that she missed Gill's lean hard body against hers. She 
did not really believe that their romance was cooling, but with Gill there 
was always a hint of the suspicion. Here was one man she could not wrap 
around her finger to do her bidding as she had with many other men. There 
was never any question of becoming too sure of the playwright. He was 
certainly one individual that couldn't be taken for granted on any level. 
But, what if he no longer wanted her to share his bed? What if,.... 

Suddenly, the phone rang, and Lola rushed to it like a high school student 
waiting for a date to the prom. 

"Lola." 

"Yes, darling, I've been wondering..." 

"Never mind that. We can talk in the car. Throw an overnight bag together. 
I'll pick you up in an hour." 

"Wait a minute. Where are we going? This is sudden isn't it?" 

"Grant Fraser called me this morning. He's going to talk to me about the new 
play. He's thinking about backing it. Larry and Britt are going to meet us 
in Stamford and Ford Huston is going down sometime over the weekend. I want 
to talk to him before the others get down to feel him out. With Larry 
producing we're pretty sure to get his backing but I want to talk to him." 

"Isn't he a lecherous old bastard. I heard that his only interest in 
Broadway is having young actresses for his mistresses. Is that what you've 
got in mind for me ... catering to that repulsive old creep? Because if you 
do..." 

Gill cut her off in mid sentence. "Cool it, Lola. Stop acting like a 
deflowered nun. Just be ready in an hour." 

* * * 

Just outside Stamford, Connecticut was the huge estate of L. J. Grant Fraser 
II. Fraser lived alone in the rambling estate but the fabulous showplace was 
usually well-stocked with starlets and would-be models who were more than 
willing to provide sexual favors to the old troll in exchange for a place to 
stay and a small allowance that at least paid their train fare to New York 
so they could go to auditions ... waiting for that big break. 

The three were just completing the fruit and cheese which followed their 
dessert. Lola was no longer participating in the conversation with Fraser 
because she knew that Gill was the best person to discuss his play or his 
baby as he referred to it. Even though Larry Meldon was the one to actually 
negotiate with Fraser, Gill still had an interest in the production company 
and wanted to feel out the wealthy man. 

Fraser really was an old toad, there was no question of that. He really 
didn't have any interest in the arts, either. In fact, he often was a 
prominent snorer at many functions in the city. But it was true that a 
coarse individual such as Fraser would never have had access to such 
beautiful women were it not for his millions. Even though he was from a 
prominent old family, none of the culture had worn off on him. 

Lola rose to go to the ladies room. The wine was making her feel a rosy glow 
and she walked slowly toward the private accommodations of the dining salon. 
She seemed to be acutely aware of the two men's eyes upon her swaying 
buttocks as she moved away from the table. She was pleased that her 
appearance had this effect on men. 

Returning, the exotic actress noted that the mood between the playwright and 
the businessman had softened considerably, and she wondered if Gill had 
already succeeded in getting some kind of a commitment from Fraser. 

Then Fraser arose from the table bowing to the copious quantities of the 
fine wine they had consumed during the meal and left the table. Lola turned 
to her lover and questioned him about the way things were going. 

"Is it going the way you wanted?" 

Gill placed his hand upon Lola's knee underneath the table. The playwright 
didn't say a word, but his fingers seemed to be speaking for him. His 
penetrating eyes looked intently into Lola's and the brunette actress could 
not help wanting to reach out and smooth his longish blonde hair with her 
slender hands. It was true that they were alone now, but Fraser would return 
in a moment. Gill's hand felt like a burning rock on her leg as it went 
upward, pushing her skirt back and touching along the stockinged length of 
her thighs. 

"Gill ... oh, darling..." she sighed. She longed for his touch up beneath 
her panties, though, and made no move to stop him. The wine made her head 
hum dizzily and she was filled with a strong desire that sent thrills 
running up and down her spine. Between her legs, high up at the moist spot 
of her soft, curl-fringed cunt lips she was already getting wetter and 
wetter as his finger moved steadily up. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm..." she moaned softly. The actress could not help parting her 
thighs ever so slightly. She could feel the inner moistness of her darkly 
hair-trimmed pussy beginning to pulsate nervously. Perhaps after the lunch 
was over they could retire to one of the apartments in the mansion to be 
alone. 

Gill's fingers advanced across the bare top of Lola's thighs. They tickled 
and teased her, until he was sure of her rapt attention. Then he slipped his 
index finger up under the elastic crotch-band of her nylon panties and let 
the tip of it sink into the moisture of her warmly flaring cunt. 

"Jesus!" Lola groaned silently, pushing her hips down onto the seat. The 
thickness of his finger moved slowly within the heated hair-lined confines 
of her soaking wet cunt, creating a friction that increased with each split 
second that Lola felt mounting desire in her loins. 

The beautiful actress was thrilled down to her fingertips and her toes were 
positively curling inside her Gucci pumps. It was so exciting when he 
touched her. She loved him being attentive to her But her love turned to 
shock when he stated matter-of-factly: 

"Fraser's hot for you!" he said, continuing his lazy friction up between her 
cream-like white thighs. "I hoped maybe you and I might surprise him and put 
on a little show for him right now. can insure that we'll have backing from 
him after that!" 

Lola bristled, in spite of herself. The actress had done enough conniving 
herself to understand perfectly well what the young ambitious playwright was 
saying, and she knew that he had probably assessed the situation accurately. 
Gran Fraser would certainly fall right into their plans i they were to play 
up to his sexual appetite. 

But, Lola had thought that Gill would have some minor actress to play up to 
Fraser's wants. Not his own lover, Lola Davis, Broadway star! He had never 
asked anything of her before that would put her in such a dilemma. She 
seemed incapable of giving him a direct answer. Still, his finger churned 
wetly inside her tingling pussy. The waves of desire were continuing to 
traverse her elegantly-covered body. 

The brunette felt a rush of anger as she saw Fraser returning to the dining 
salon. There was no time now to answer. 

Gill whispered, "Just do what I ask. It's going to be fun. Go along with 
me." 

Lola felt flushed and uncomfortable, for Gill had not yet removed his finger 
from beneath her skirt, and Grant Fraser was right there at the table now, 
leaning back in his chair. 

Christ, it must be perfectly obvious why Gill is twisted toward me like that 
with his hand beneath the tablecloth, she thought in alarm. It all seemed to 
be getting away from her, and she wished she had not had quite so much wine. 
She hated to lose control of a situation. 

Finally, Gill did remove his hand and Lola felt instant relief, but then she 
r aw him get up and go to the door and turn the antique latch. She knew he 
was going to make sure that none of the other people from the production 
company or a servant happened on them before he had completed his act. The 
waiter was unlikely to return until summoned as they had already been served 
coffee and the salon had a well-stocked bar which Fraser could attend to 
himself. 

Lola could feel Fraser gazing intently at her while Gill was locking the 
door. She met his gaze across the large table with a frank stare of her own. 
L.J. Grant Fraser II was an unattractive man of about forty-five or so, fat 
with heavy jowls and a girth befitting a man with his considerable appetite 
for excess. No dashing, handsome older man like Larry Meldon was he, and it 
occurred to her the contrasts between the two men of approximately the same 
age. 

The actress had heard of Fraser before but had never actually met him. Now 
that she had she realized that all the ugly rumors about the man were true. 
He was gross! It was a good thing he was ridiculously wealthy because no one 
would have come near him if he wasn't. But now she had to look at him in a 
different light. What was Gill going to require of her? She didn't possibly 
see how she could have anything to do with him that involved getting closer 
than she was right now. Then she remembered through her wine haze that her 
lover had said something about putting on a show. In her confused state of 
mind that followed the playwright's suggestion, Lola didn't know what to 
think. 

Before she had a moment more to contemplate the sudden turn of events, she 
saw Gill returning to the dining room. 

Her lover said not a word as he sat down beside her, but she knew that he 
had arranged it all, and that within minutes he would set out to insure that 
he had Fraser working into his hands. A terrible sensation of anger whipped 
through her once more as she felt Gill's fingers rising beneath her skirt 
again. He had stopped by the bar and picked up an additional bottle of 
brandy, and suggested that they all drink heartily. Fraser's piggy eyes 
twinkled and his booming laugh filled the room. Was that a conspiratorial 
laugh she heard filling the room? Had Gill arranged the whole thing with 
that gross man? Was she the only one who wasn't sure what the next move was 
going to be. She felt like she was playing a game of blind man's bluff when 
she was the only participant left in the dark. 

Gill's middle finger snuggled close to the already seeping spot high up 
between her soft white thighs, and she felt him parting the darkly curling 
pubic hairs and inserting the thickness of his middle finger into the 
moisture of her trembling cunt once again. 

Was her lover only using her? Or were they a team setting out to accomplish 
something that was absolutely necessary? She could not decide and the 
indecision started an odd kind of rationalization working in her brain. She 
drank more of the aged brandy and gave herself up bit by bit to the rising 
heat within her loins as Gill's hotly teasing finger plied softly and 
steadily, rubbing gently at the tingling little slit of her aroused pussy. 
He flicked her clitoris back and forth until she almost screamed. It felt so 
terribly obscene to be sitting there as if nothing was happening, when all 
along she was certain that Grant Fraser knew full well what was going on 
under the table. Then abruptly the conversation turned from the antique 
furnishings of the dining salon to more explicit topics. 

Suddenly, Gill spoke to her in a tone of voice that she was very familiar 
with. It meant that he was excited almost to the breaking point. His tone 
meant that he wanted to fuck her forcefully and hard, that he wanted her to 
yield to his strong handsome arms. He wanted her to let him grind out his 
lust upon her, blotting her own out as easily as he would snuff out a candle 
with his rock-hard stiffness of his immense demanding cock. 

"Do you like my finger in your hot juicy cunt?" Gill suddenly asked in the 
stillness of the room. Lola flinched at the words, and at the knowledge that 
Grant Fraser was flushing with emotion across from her. 

"Uh ... I ... " she began. She must not let him down. Since it had already 
started anyway, she must somehow see it through. The actress knew that money 
did not grow on trees and no matter how good a new play was, it still needed 
money and lots of it to mount a major Broadway production. She mustn't blow 
this opportunity with that willing old goat because of a slight case of 
prudishness. Why, she had done this sort of thing many times to her own 
advantage to get where she was today. 

Gill's finger churned with a new insistent touch, separating the slippery 
folds of her wet pussy and working upward toward the openly flaming little 
mouth of her cloth-hidden cunt. 

"Yes ... continue," he prompted, teasingly fingering and thrusting upward so 
that his finger rose deeper up into the moist and sensitive walls of her 
vaginal passage. 

"Yes, I like it." she moaned barely audible, not having to fake her 
pleasure. 

Fraser cleared his throat and stirred uneasily on his seat. He was enjoying 
the whole thing immensely. Gill Arthur had promised him something special. 
Something along the lines that he seemed to instinctively know that the 
older man would like. Now Fraser was more than pleased to see that the 
promise was of a much more exciting nature than he would have imagined. It 
was easy to get women in New York. He had lots of aspiring actresses and 
models staying at his mansion from time to time and as long as he was 
willing to pay he didn't have any problem in that direction. 

But, Lola Davis was something else entirely. To see the beautiful and 
intelligent Broadway star beginning to sprawl out limply down in her seat, 
right there across from him, her eyes mere desire-glazed slits as she 
entered into a passionate state that was obviously complete and intense, was 
really a turn-on! To know that Gill Arthur was at the moment fingering the 
tightly hidden cunt of this proud and exciting young woman was enough to 
drive him crazy. He leaned forward in his seat watching the actress' 
expression with growing interest. He noted Gill's arm as he manipulated his 
hand beneath Lola's skirt. 

The lecherous rich man could feel his already hard cock lurching between his 
legs as he thought admiringly of the audacity of the young man to set up 
such a thing in his home and with his own girlfriend! He had to hand it to 
him though, he really knew how to get what he went after. He had heard 
stories about how the young playwright would stop at nothing to get what he 
wanted. Not content to be a writer and let someone else take control of his 
property he took an active interest in the actual production which was very 
unusual. Gill was going to be a rich man himself one day. 

Gill was clearly illustrating his ambition to the older man and Fraser was 
extremely impressed. He had been born wealthy and found life rather dull as 
a result. Scrambling and struggling was something he had never known himself 
but he enjoyed vicariously someone else's striving for the top. The handsome 
young man obviously had the right ingredients to get where he wanted. Here 
he was right now adding spice to the life of the jaded millionaire. 

Gill was speaking calmly to the thoroughly aroused young actress now, and 
Fraser tried to catch all the words. He could only pick up a few here and 
there. He could get the picture though, and he knew he was exciting the 
brunette star not only with his fingers teasing hotly around up in her cunt, 
but with his lewd suggestions as well. 

" . . .you love to be finger-fucked ... you love anything shoved up in that 
tight little cunt ... that little clit must be almost ready to burst ... 
grind down on my fingers ... are they high enough in your cunt? Wouldn't you 
rather have a big hard cock than two fingers? You know you would! Grant 
knows it too. Do you want me to shove my cock in your cunt right now?" 

Lola seemed to lose more control of herself with each word her lover 
uttered. Fraser could see her spreading her legs wider, and he leaned over 
farther in hopes of seeing something up beneath her skirt. It was then that 
Gill pushed back the chair, lifting up the Broadway star's skirt with a 
quick motion, inviting the older man to watch what his fingers were doing in 
Lola's cunt. The lovely actress moaned, then gave up any struggle, but the 
idea that she was being lewdly exposed to this repulsive man, but at the 
same time helping their chances to go into production created a surge of 
enjoyment that increased her emotion to such an extent that she groaned 
helplessly aloud. 

The glistening folds of her hotly excited pussy were plainly visible to 
Fraser now as he stared intently at the dark, hair-rimmed crevice up between 
the brunette's limply spread legs. Gill had flicked back the narrow elastic 
leg band of her panties so that the entire naked surface of his lover's 
aroused cunt was naked and exposed. His bunched together fingers could be 
seen lewdly rising up into the tightly clenching mouth of her vagina. They 
appeared and disappeared, wet from the excitement of her secretions, he 
fucked them again and again up into her willingly open cunt. 

"Jesus, Gill," Fraser exclaimed. "You've really got her hot!" His 
lust-aroused cock was aching for a taste of that elegant cunt, but he didn't 
want to say anything yet. Gill had the whole thing thought out. He would let 
him set the pace. 

Gill would stop whenever he thought Lola was about to cum. He did not want 
to yet. He wanted to keep her teetering on the brink of cataclysmic cum, to 
arouse her so much that she would do what he wanted her to do. He had done 
it before in private, and he knew it would work. She was an expert in 
satisfying herself as well as satisfying his needs. This would be her first 
performance before an audience, but he knew she would do well. She loved 
sex! 

"Okay, baby," he said to her. "Get your clothes off and let's fuck!" 

Hesitating for only a split second, Lola stood up. She wavered as she looked 
over at the alert and deeply reddened face of Grant Fraser. She realized 
that she would be able to go through with it now. 

It would be worth it to fuck Gill, to be transported into a state of 
ecstatic delirium for the first time in a few days. She would do what he 
wanted even though that old bastard would be watching her getting fucked! 
Fraser had little to do with it, really. She and Gill were performing a 
ritual which was part of their love-making, a ritual that excited her beyond 
anything she had ever felt! In fact it might be exhilarating and thrilling 
to be fucked within an inch of her life, as Gill always did, in front of 
another man who would want to fuck her too! 

Going into her routine, the actress stood near the table, there in the 
wealthy man's dining salon, and began to slip seductively out of her 
clothes, excited by the fact that she was performing almost like a cheap 
whore. 

Grant Fraser watched the reigning queen of the Broadway stage with bulging 
eyes. He had seen her perform many times in the theater but certainly not 
like this. This was so me thing totally unexpected. He had only imagined 
what a gorgeous body the young woman possessed, but now there she was right 
before his eyes. She was smiling at the playwright with loving eyes, and 
Fraser valued this experience all the more because it was common knowledge 
in New York that the two were ardent lovers and had been for some time. 

Why, those two are so close, it's almost like Gill's sharing his wife with 
me, he thought happily! 

The smart suit jacket and silk shirt were gone now and she stood in her 
tailored skirt and black lace brassiere, her shapely calves exciting him. 
Her full, cream-like thighs came enticingly into view as she stepped out of 
her skirt. The beige tone of her long nylon stocking, held in place by a 
dainty black lace-trimmed garter belt she wore to please Gill although it 
was certainly old-fashioned, blended subtly with the soft ivory of her naked 
loins. 

Suddenly, Gill and Lola were like they were alone in the room. The actress 
was playing strictly to her boyfriend, while Fraser faded even from her 
peripheral vision. Before him, Lola's bra unclasped from the front and fell 
to the floor with a flick of her slender fingers, and the full beauty pf her 
firmly ripe breasts swung into freedom. His swollen penis throbbed as he 
took in their enchanting splendor! They rested high and proud in the 
artificial light of the mansion and their quivering pink nipples stood out 
on the creamy half-spheres, peaking higher as she raised her arms over her 
head in a provocative motion that was meant to entice him. 

Christ almighty! This woman had even more talent than he had ever dreamed 
of. Even Gill was impressed with her performance. She was everything he had 
always wanted in a woman, and more. He stared at her standing there in just 
her chic Gucci pumps, stockings and garter belt, she wore for him alone, and 
the thin wisp of sheer black panties with her hot little cunt visible 
beneath. Then, to his amazement, as though she were a paid whore, instead of 
the toast of Broadway, and without another word of instruction from him, she 
turned her back to him and, bending over, slowly, teasingly, peeled her 
silken panties tantalizingly down over her curved and lushly rounded 
buttocks. She brushed them sensuously against her smooth white thighs and 
calves as she lowered them and finally discarded them at her feet beside her 
bunched up skirt. 

Lola stretched languidly, as though she had been stripping her clothes off 
before men all her life, and then with a deliberate teasing motion turned to 
face the two deeply breathing men. Nearly all of her nakedness was now 
voluptuously exposed, from her high rounded breasts, to the soft dark-brown 
hair-covered pussy. The tiny sexy garter belt and stockings she still wore 
concealed nothing of her naked cunt from their eager gaze. 

Gill turned to look at Fraser and saw the entranced old lecher rubbing his 
hand across the front of his pants. A swollen bulge betrayed the existence 
of his hotly pulsing erection. Gill felt a thrill of power as he ascertained 
that Lola's performance was having the desired effect. 

The exotic brunette was swaying sensuously now back and forth before the two 
men, in lewd counter time to some unheard music. She moved nakedly, her 
breasts dancing and her buttocks rippling softly as she turned to present 
their ripely swelling firmness to the eagerly watching pair. 

"Lola, come here, darling," Gill said huskily. "Let us see you closer." 

Lola approached, and stood before them. She was willing and waiting for 
Gill's hands to touch her hot burning body. She wanted him to quench the 
desire that raged within her nakedly trembling loins. But instead of Gill it 
was Fraser who reached out for her while the playwright sat motionless 
watching. 

"Baby, you're fabulous!" The fat man growled, and his thick hairy hands were 
cupping her naked ass-cheeks, pulling her cunt in close to his perspiring 
florid face. Suddenly she felt his mouth worming into the narrow split of 
her warmly seeping pussy, his nose and then his tongue parting the tender 
hair-fringed lips and probing lewdly up inside their moisture. 

The brunette actress jumped at the unexpected wet contact and then felt him 
pulling her naked loins all the harder against his mouth. His fingers 
harshly kneading the soft white flesh of her quivering buttocks below the 
garter belt. She opened her eyes wide as she felt him begin a fast-paced 
licking and sucking at her nakedly presented cunt. She felt as though she 
had been touched up between her thighs with an electric shock treatment and 
she looked toward Gill for some assistance. Instead, her boyfriend gave her 
a wink and a nod of approval. 

"Flow with it," he murmured. "Get into it." 

Lola shuddered. She realized that there was little she could do about the 
lewd wet sucking that was taking place up between her legs. She felt 
infuriated that she had let herself become trapped into such a blatantly 
obscene situation. Why, Gill could have gotten anyone of a dozen willing 
women to perform for Grant Fraser. Why did she have to be the patsy? 

Fraser flicked out his tongue and wetly teased the slit of Lola's nakedly 
exposed pussy furrow. His tongue ran over the tiny trembling lips of the 
smooth cuntal flesh beneath the curling pubic hair that protected them. Lola 
jumped against his hands, but he wasn't going to let her go now. His thumbs 
spread the pinkly throbbing lips up between her thighs wider and the teasing 
tongue probed hotly, deep into her widespread cunt. Grunting, he moved 
toward her from his chair and knelt down on his knees in between her legs, 
forcing them far apart as he continued the lascivious stroking with his 
deftly worming tongue. He slowly licked up and down within the nervous 
woman's secretly pulsating slit, pausing at the most sensitive areas to 
rotate his tongue about in small titillating circles against her 
lust-moistened pussy flesh. 

The older man pushed forward and Lola cried out, losing her balance and 
beginning to fall backwards. But she felt Gill rush up behind her to cushion 
her fall, and suddenly she lay spread-eagled upon the rug, her legs 
wide-splayed and Fraser kneeling up between them. 

Dear God, Lola thought. She would have been able to let Gill fuck her in 
front of anyone, and probably anywhere. But this was more than she thought 
she could tolerate. It was disgusting to have this ugly fat man kneeling 
like a dog down there between her legs, and shivers of revulsion ran up and 
down her spine. But she couldn't even force him to stop. She had to go 
through with it. Bitterly, she thought: The show must go on! 

Wildly, Fraser's tongue teased licentiously up between her widespread cuntal 
lips, working its way all the way up from the thin vertical mouth of her 
pussy to the hotly throbbing little tit of her clitoris above. She was 
disturbed that the illicit flicking of his tongue was creating a maddening 
pulsing deep within her unwillingly responding belly, and she could feel the 
tiny nerve of sensation swelling to full erection against her will! She 
began to squirm her hips down into the fabric of the soft rug beneath her in 
a futile effort to escape the relentlessly punishing tongue, but it did no 
good. 

The idea that the man she loved, Gill Arthur, was somewhere above them, 
watching all, this brought low guttural moans of confused emotion to her 
throat. She was being served up to Grant Fraser like some sort of exotic 
dessert! 

The naked white plane of her belly rose and fell erotically before the two 
men's hungry eyes and Fraser continued his greedy lapping and panting at 
Lola's helplessly exposed pussy. 

The potential play backer's eyes peered up from his lewd task, and met those 
of the young playwright who was standing behind the writhing nakedness of 
the lusciously prone woman who loved him and Gill nodded that he should 
continue with his oral ministrations. 

Gill was more aroused than he could have possibly imagined. He had at first 
initiated the affair with Grant Fraser because he knew the wealthy man would 
be more open to work out some kind of a deal if he was sexually satisfied 
and how could anyone fail to be satisfied by the queen of the Broadway 
stage? But the young playwright was astonished to find how turned on he was 
seeing Lola having her cunt eaten by another man. He was absolutely 
ecstatic. His mind was already racing on to other possible combinations. 
Next time his sex life would not involve business. 

"Shit! Look at Lola! I think her cunt's on fire!" he suddenly burst out. 

His words stung Lola just as if Gill had thrown cold water in her face, and 
suddenly the same feeling that her lover had become clear to the actress. 
Gill's suggestion that she submit to Grant Fraser's lewd and obscene 
advances was turn-on for him and it could be a huge turn-on for her too to 
have her lover watching as she fucked another man! This was something that 
was real and much more exciting than simple sexual pleasure. This is what 
Gill was offering her now, an erotic experience to top all of their 
experiences together! The lewd, obscene experience of being fucked while her 
lover played voyeur! 

This could open a whole new door to their sexual adventures together! 
Voeyeurism! She had never really paid much attention to the word before. It 
was usually relegated to the back of her mind with perverts and other sexual 
undesirables. Strange, how things work out sometimes. 

The actresses' moans of desperation slowing changed. Her thrashing body was 
quieting down to a more steadily timed writhing. Her anger was turning into 
something else as the soft gentle stroking of the ugly man's tongue began to 
bring wicked tingles of pleasure to the sensitive flesh up between her legs. 
Her very nakedness there in the mansion, began to excite her and she could 
feel a definite responsive reaction begin to stir inside her as the lewd 
tongue-fucking continued. Control was slipping away again. That delicious 
feeling that she had with Gill, where all thought was blotted out of her 
mind, and she was nothing but a writhing mass of feminine sensuality, 
created for fucking and nothing else was hers! 

The powerful desire to think of something important was suspended for that 
space in time. The only importance was being sexually satisfied by anyone, 
anything ... A total ability to relax like a powerful drug enabled her to 
sacrifice herself up with total abandon to the lewdly rising passions that 
seared like wildfire up between her nakedly throbbing loins. 

"Uhm ... Mmmmmm ... oooooohhhhhh," she moaned, beginning to squirm her hips 
upward to meet Fraser's madly licking tongue. "Oooooohhhhhh," she moaned 
again as he locked his mouth leech-like to the wide open slit of her hotly 
streaming pussy and began to suck upon the passion-drenched pinkness of her 
now submissively responding cunt flesh. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh!! !" 

Suddenly, behind her she felt Gill's hands upon her breasts. His fingers 
began to play with the pebble-hardness of her fully erected nipples. With a 
little moan, Lola abandoned herself to the sudden rush of pleasure as the 
familiar fingers twisted her roundly swollen breasts. Down between her 
thighs her desire-inflamed cunt felt like a hot glowing coal being kindled 
to greater and greater heights of lust. 

"Now!" Gill's voice directed the older man from over her nakedly twisting 
body. "Fuck her! Now!" 

Fraser raised his glistening wet face, and his jowled cheeks reflected the 
excitement that he was feeling. He quickly opened his zipped fly and 
withdrew his heavily pulsing cock. It felt like granite in his hands, and he 
could hardly wait. Before him, he saw awaiting him the small pink opening of 
the hotly writhing wetly seeping pussy of his favorite actress. 

Shit! He couldn't believe the moment was his. It was the dream of a lifetime 
to fuck a famous woman like Lola. 

Lola stirred impatiently and moaned at the sudden loss of contact with her 
hungrily yearning cunt. 

Incredibility turned to ecstasy on the rich man's face. She was hot for him! 
Couldn't wait for it in fact! The most beautiful actress on Broadway was 
craving for him to fuck her! 

As if to reinforce his feelings, Lola suddenly cried, "Hurry up for Christ's 
sake. What are you waiting for? Fuck me! Shove your fat cock in my cunt! 
Hurry up and fuck me!" 

Lola had to quench the terrible desire that had risen inside her as a result 
of her stripping naked before two hungrily waiting men. She had to know 
physical release before she could think straight again and get herself back 
together. 

'F. Grant Fraser II knelt up between the dark-haired woman's widespread 
thighs. He looked down at the beautiful, widely spread legs and bent down to 
press them still farther apart with the palms of his hands. He almost seemed 
to drool over her luscious nakedness as he noted her delicate charms. Her 
seeping coral-hued pussy seemed looser and wetter than before and Fraser 
thought he'd never seen anything so excitingly erotic in his whole jaded 
life. He certainly had never done anything that could quite match this long 
lunch! 

With a lust-contorted expression on his face he pushed his heavily bloated 
cock forward and began to worm the smooth, rubbery head of it in between the 
dark pubic curls and on up into the velvety cuntal flesh spread wide before 
him. 

"Jesus ... aaaaaahhhhhh!" Lola responded as the hotly throbbing cockhead 
rose up against her helplessly aroused feminine flesh. Her pleading whimpers 
filled the room as Fraser slipped the thick end of his cock up into the 
sensuously flaring entrance of her willing cunt. He continued in a slow 
constant act of relentless penetration, pushing the warm wet walls of her 
vagina in hotly rippling waves before it until his cock was finally buried 
completely up inside her whitely quivering belly. He gritted his teeth in 
the almost unbearable pleasure of the deeply impaled young woman tightly 
massaging him with her inner cuntal muscles that were wrapped so wetly 
around his burrowing hardness. 

The wealthy man's porky body inclined back from Lola as his deeply probing 
penis throbbed out to reach the farthest depths of her cock-filled cunt. He 
did not seem to want to stop until it was completely out of sight and buried 
deep up inside the flailing willingly spread pussy of his dream woman. His 
sperm-filled testicles hung lewdly down against her nakedly spread buttocks. 
Her long legs and her feet and calves swung outward, quivering visibly as 
Lola lay splayed limply wide, her soft, hair-fringed young cunt speared to 
the hilt by Fraser's impaling male hardness. 

Voyeuristically leering from his excellent position over his lustfully 
writhing girlfriend, Gill could see that Lola was completely enraptured. Her 
lips opened and closed sensually and sounds of ecstasy poured forth in a low 
but steady stream. Lola began to rotate her hips up to meet Fraser as his 
rigid cock-flesh pressured hard up into her raging cuntal channel. Again and 
again he shuffled in toward her wide-held pussy on his knees, forcing his 
lust-hardened cock to fuck deep up into her hungrily contracting vagina. 

Gill Arthur watched, his fingers still kneading at Lola's softly jiggling 
breasts. He was fascinated and excited more than he had been by the sight of 
his voluptuous young girlfriend's dark, curl-rimmed cunt receiving the 
heavily thrusting attacks of the lust-bloated cock fucking rhythmically up 
into the inwardly sucking little hole up between her hotly grinding thighs. 

The young playwright could feel his own excitement growing even stronger as 
he felt the sensuous flesh of Lola's firm full breasts pulsing out their 
desire beneath his fingers. Fraser's thrusting penis, from where he 
voyeuristically watched, appeared and disappeared like a well-lubricated 
piston into the thrashing woman's widely straining loins. It was throbbing 
red and swollen and each time the man fucked up into her with it and at the 
same time she gave out a low guttural grunt and her breasts pulsed heavily 
in Gill Arthur's lewdly manipulating fingers. 

Fraser could feel Lola's cuntal lips clasping tighter and more hungrily 
around the fleshy intrusion of his desire-laden cock. It wouldn't be long 
now, he thought, and just in time too. He couldn't last a minute longer! 
Fraser didn't know how good Gill Arthur was at fucking this fire-filled 
little cunt but he was certain that he was giving him a run for his money 
right now with it. 

"Fuck back! Harder! Fuck up to it, baby! Ohhhhhh ... Jesus ... fuck it...!" 
The fat man started to chant obscenely making the salacious scene all the 
more difficult to bear. 

Lola writhed around and ground her cunt lewdly up to his heavily driving 
cock on the rug beneath him and let all the perversity of the moment fill 
her mind and body. She could feel her breasts being pulled and kneaded 
hotter and harder, each burning touch creating a conflagration within her 
that only heightened the furiously burning lust between her legs. The 
powerful upward fucks that struck the hitherto untouched upper regions of 
her secret cunt, filling and stretching it with a wildly fulfilling 
pleasure, were wringing a hot, cunt-stretching joy from her tormented young 
loins. She tried to cry out, but her throat felt dry and constricted. 

The actress felt like she was floating, and her eyes were tightly closed and 
there was a breaking deep inside her. She was bursting, feeling like she was 
being pulled apart! She walked a thin tightrope between sanity and insanity. 
Then suddenly, her whole nakedly writhing body jerked upward as though being 
electrocuted. From everywhere inside her there was a race of hurtling 
sensations that started in her erotically pulsing vagina and spread outward 
to the minutest nerves of her body. 

Release! Ecstasy! 

"Eeeeeeoo ooooiiiiiiuuuuuu ww www w!" Lola choked and sputtered and moaned 
lasciviously, her nakedly jerking body turning this way and that as the 
thickly embedded older man's cock began to spurt forth its heavily waiting 
store of white-hot cum. 

"Holy Christ!" Fraser cried, "Christ Almighty!" 

His head jerked backward, his eyes rolling toward the chandeliered ceiling 
of his dining salon. "Uuuuuunnnnnngggggg!" he grunted, lifting Lola's 
spasmodically clenching ass-cheeks upward with his tensely cupping hands so 
that he was able to empty his wildly spewing cock deep, deep, up into her 
insanely exploding pussy. 

The actress fucked upward with all her might, making her openly milking cunt 
a warm willing receptacle for the burning hot sperm that filled the whole of 
her feverishly drinking belly. 

Lola did not feel completely human as, caught in the throes of her 
tumultuous orgasm she began to murmur a steady stream of lewd, lust-inciting 
obscenities. 

"Fuck me you bastard! Fuck your cock into my cunt. Oh harder you ass-hole! 
Fuck meeeeeeeee!" 

Gill Arthur voyeuristically observed the incredible spectacle with widely 
bulging eyes. He felt extremely frustrated by the whole thing now, and he 
wished that he could have been the one to bring out this tremendous orgasm 
in his beautiful girlfriend. He felt an undeniable twinge of jealousy at the 
though that a gross bore like Grant Fraser could make his lover cum like 
that. 

Trying to be logical he knew, of course, that it didn't matter to him only 
that Lola was being satisfied. It was the time, the place, and the 
completely untoward situation of being taken by a near stranger in the 
presence of her lover. Nevertheless, as the moaning and groaning gradually 
decreased and the young playwright could see that Fraser had had it, he 
hurriedly released his own throbbing cock from his pants, letting it bob 
lewdly into the air of the dining salon. 

The older man pulled out slowly from Lola's liquidly overflowing young cunt, 
his softly deflating cock glistening wet and forlorn looking. But Fraser 
seemed more than ecstatic. He was exhausted, yes, but what a way to go! He 
clumsily got to his feet, and still panting, headed for the bathroom. 

Gill moved around Lola's nakedly prone body. He knelt between her parted 
legs and looked down at the devastation that he himself had caused to 
happen. What a sight! What a gorgeous creature she was. 

Lola lay, completely satiated, in a semi-trance-like state, and Gill longed 
to bring his lover back to life with the rock-hard cock that he now stroked 
almost absent-mindedly in his hand. The pinkly shining split of her pussy 
flesh was cum-drenched and nakedly widespread for all the world to see, and 
the dark curling hairs glistened with the combined moisture of male and 
female orgasmic secretions. She was an obscenely presented delight, Gill 
thought, as he stroked his foreskin all the way back. His wildly straining 
cock stood out taut and tight and ready. 

It was too late though and he was too far gone! There was no time left to 
fuck her the way he really wanted. That would have to wait for that night 
when they were alone together. The action of his hand on his throbbing 
lust-bloated shaft felt warm and so good that he did not stop it. His blue 
eyes glazed over and his expression was almost meditative as his hand worked 
faster and faster until it was going at a furious pace. Sweat stood out on 
his forehead and his blonde hair fell forward in his eyes. He closed them 
and an expression of utter bliss took over. 

Lola stirred lazily on the rug. For a few brief moments she had been totally 
unaware of where she was, but now she heard the peculiarly lewd noise of 
Gill's hand slapping up and down on his own lustfully tingling male flesh, 
and opened her eyes wide in surprise 

Gill looked down at her with an expression akin to agony. 

"I'm going to blow my wad! I'm going to cum all over you, baby!" he groaned, 
and then uttering a strangled cry, the raging hot penis jerked upward of its 
own accord with a sharp jolt. 

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" 

Suddenly, Lola felt a burning wetness all over her nakedly spread body. Cum 
was running down her large, up-pointed breasts, splattering on her whitely 
exposed belly, inching down her still wide-spread inner thighs, toward her 
already wetly flooded pussy hair. Gill's cock was waving now, directly 
toward her face, spurting out like a volcano with the white-hot liquid of 
its ecstasy. She watched, erotically enthralled at the idea that seeing 
another man fucking her could do this to him, as Gill uttered several final 
grunts and jerkily manipulated his fingers until the last drops of his 
seminal fluids spurted down onto her beautiful young body. 

And, she thought dimly through her satiated passion, she was happy that this 
new act had been initiated into their sexual repertoire! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Britt Meldon had felt very strange about the episode with Georgie Barber. 
She was overwhelmed with guilt at the cock-sucking she had given the 
handsome actor. After all the lovely former actress was a married woman. Her 
husband had not informed her that he had asked Georgie to fuck her so that 
he could watch the whole session. The producer had not told his wife how he 
had cum up against the wall in Barber's apartment as he voyeuristically 
drank in all the details of the salacious scenario that he had created. If 
he had informed her, there was a chance that Britt would have been as 
excited as Lola Davis when her lover watched her fuck another man! 

Now, Britt had nothing but time to think of the error of her ways as she sat 
in the backseat of the limousine taking them to Stamford to Grant Fraser's 
estate. Larry was once again going over the proposal he was going to submit 
to the wealthy potential backer and he didn't seem to be inclined to make 
any kind of conversation. His wife was glad that there were going to be 
other guests at Fraser's this weekend. That way, she wouldn't have time to 
dwell on her sexual indiscretion. She hadn't seen Lola Davis for some time 
and was looking forward to talking to her again. Also Ford Huston, a young 
director and of course, Gill Arthur was going to be there. It would be 
pleasant and would keep her mind off her problems. 

And then the limo was coming to a halt at the end of a long circular 
driveway. Britt had been lost in thought and had not noticed when they 
turned off the main highway to the private road that led to Fraser's 
palatial estate. The car came to a complete halt, and Britt smiled as her 
husband finally looked up from his sheaf of papers. 

"Feeling all right, dear?" he inquired. 

"Yes," she replied honestly. "It will be good to get out of the city for the 
weekend!" Larry's hand reached out for hers and he clasped it gently. 

"Well, this is going to be some work for me but you can enjoy yourself 
playing tennis or swimming or whatever with the others. Just have a good 
rest before we get back to the rat race of the city." Larry was trying to 
comfort his wife because she had been unusually quiet since the episode with 
Barber. He didn't appear to know that his wife enjoyed the rat race of the 
city and in truth wished she was back in it instead of spending her days 
shopping. 

As they pulled up to the house they saw Lola sitting on the terrace with 
Ford and Gill. Gill, ever the go getter had also insisted upon Ford Huston's 
presence at Fraser's, that weekend since he wanted to brief the young 
director on thi state of affairs. He wanted Ford to be ready to leave on a 
moment's notice to get a cast together for the play. Gill knew how far he 
could trust the young director, and he was careful not to entrust anything 
too serious with him. 

Nevertheless, Ford was a talented young director, no matter how spoiled and 
how much of a playboy. He was available and valuable to the production 
company and their theater repertory company. Gill was hoping that as Ford 
aged, he would become more mature and less impulsive. So far, his desired 
transformation had not taken place. It was strange that although Gill and 
Ford were in their late twenties, Gill often acted like he was the young 
director's father and advisor. Gill knew exactly what he wanted and he was 
going to get it. Ford was happy to be working in the theater but he wasn't 
by any means as ambitious as the playwright. 

"Well, here they are!" Ford called boyishly. He had casually put one arm 
around Lola's waist, and his fingers moved appreciatively around over the 
indentation between her hips and her breasts. He waved with his other hand 
as he caught sight of Britt and Larry getting out of the car below them. 

He whistled softly to himself as Britt's skirt blew up, momentarily exposing 
her long slender thighs with the soft, panty covered cuntal slit between 
tapering knees and calves below. 

Gill gave him a withering look, and Ford remembered that he would never 
direct for this company again if he tried anything with Larry's wife. 

Ford's childish mind was also thinking about how satisfying it would be to 
take Lola too. But he knew, that Lola was a different sort. Un-like other 
women, who were easily set off, Lola was hard and smart, and tended to use 
her favors for stepping stones for things she wanted. It would take a 
concentrated program to fuck Lola. There would have to be some reason to 
make it attractive to her. Lola was a star and stars did not have to fuck 
just anyone! 

I guess I'm going to settle for this tight little cunt down there he thought 
to himself as he watched a young girl about fourteen emerge from the pool at 
the side of the house and walk around the back. By no means was he 
complaining. He couldn't really deny that she was quite a little number, and 
he liked the way she had tried to fight him off the night before when he 
first arrived. It was as though she didn't know that she was going to give 
in at the last. 

That part was fun, and he could already feel himself getting a hard-on at 
the thought of her sleek girlish black-haired pussy, squeezing him together 
between those trim teenaged thighs. He'd had to watch himself though. If he 
got caught by Grant Fraser, he'd be a dead duck! 

The fourteen year old girl, Danette Fraser, was Grant's niece from Los 
Angeles. Grant's sister had sent her to Connecticut from California because 
she was getting too involved with a particular boy at home and she hoped 
that a summer separation would end the silly affair. The boy was from really 
quite a common family and had left school and was hanging out with some 
other boys at a garage. Somehow his low station was glamorous for the young 
Danette who had always had boys from prep school around her. Her parents 
sincerely hoped that a quiet couple of months with her uncle where she could 
swim, play tennis and ride horses away from the young lout would straighten 
out their wayward daughter. 

Grant was happy to comply and was a very strict man where Danette was 
concerned. It was the old double standard again. The wealthy man could fuck 
around with whomever he wished and indulge in any sort of perversion and 
that was fine. But, just let the teenager so much as look at a boy and he'd 
go off on a tirade. 

Lola and Gill got up and went downstairs to meet Larry and Britt who were 
already engaged in a conversation with Grant Fraser. 

Ford got up and went downstairs too but around the side of the house where 
he caught young Danette and tweaked the child's nipple through her bathing 
suit. He knew no one could see or hear as everyone was out front greeting 
the new arrivals but he nevertheless took the precaution of whispering. "It 
was so good last night, baby, the first time, think what it's going to be 
like tonight in that hot little cunt of yours!" 

Danette hurried away from him toward the side door of the house. The 
teenager's face was flushed beet-red from the words that the director had 
whispered to her, and she felt her sore nipple where he had squeezed. She 
felt like yelling at the thought that he was expecting to see her for the 
second time that night. Somehow she must refuse him. She had to save herself 
for Gino in Los Angeles. Since her parents had shipped her off here to 
Connecticut for the summer she had not heard from her young boyfriend in Los 
Angeles. They thought I was too good for him. But when I'm with his friends 
they think he's too good for me. They think I'm just some creepy rich kid, 
not a hip dude like Gino. Her biggest worry right now was that he was seeing 
some other girl. Oh, why hadn't he written? 

The lovely fourteen year old's quick mind went to other more confusing 
matters though. She still thought of Gino hanging out in the garage with his 
friends but the memories of their old kisses and of the night when he had 
taken her virginity in the back seat of his car had been very hard to 
revive. It was all because of Ford Huston. He was a fast worker, all right. 
He had only been here one day at Uncle Grant's but she had last night let 
her body betray her love for Gino and fall prey to Ford Huston's lustful 
intentions. She knew he was a Broadway director, but that didn't hold much 
water with her. She was more impressed with the cool Gino who hung out at 
the garage and had no money but looked hip and in the fourteen year old's 
mind that was all that mattered. 

The first time that she and Gino had made it in the grubby back seat of his 
car had given her little pleasure and a great deal of worry afterward that 
she might get pregnant. She wasn't, though and idly she wondered what Gino 
would do if she was. The last time the youngsters fucked was just before she 
left Los Angeles. She had gone down to the garage and told him she was 
flying out that afternoon and he had taken her over to a friend's apartment 
where Danette had let the young boy touch her again, take her into a bedroom 
and instantly lifted her skirt. Pulling down her little panties so they 
clung uselessly down around her ankles he'd gotten on top of her. He had 
thrust his desire-hardened cock up between her tender teenaged thighs, 
forcing them open and worming his way up into the moist warm split of her 
soft pussy. Four or five times he'd lunged into her, hardly more than the 
first time when she had been a virgin, and then she'd felt the surging 
wetness of his cum spurting out deep within as he stiffened and twitched 
over her tensed young body and cried into her ear, "Oh yeah, baby ... oh 
yeah ... shit...!" 

Danette remembered those tender words now as she walked along the hall of 
the big house. She remembered how she'd burst into tears afterward, and how 
Gino thought she was crying for joy when she was actually crying in 
frustration. Was that all there was to fucking? Why did all the kids talk 
about it so much? It was boring! 

So why had last night been so fabulous? Her uncle had gone to bed early 
after looking meaningfully at Lola Davis and muttering something about the 
heavy lunch and not being able to take it any more. Lola and Gill had gone 
upstairs not long afterwards and the teenager had been left talking to Ford 
Huston. She felt a little silly talking to the older man and couldn't really 
think of anything to say to him so had gone to her own room to watch 
television. He had come up to her room a little while later and said he was 
bored and wanted someone to talk to. The talk had proceeded into an innocent 
kiss, then his innocent hand on her breast, then an innocent hand had crept 
up between her legs and pretty soon the innocent talk had degenerated into 
full writhing fucking. 

Danette couldn't understand it. It had been fabulous. She knew now why her 
friends talked about fucking as the greatest thing in the world. It was ! 
The teenager closed her eyes and tried to conjure up the image of Gino. What 
was he doing now? Was he hanging out at the garage trying to pick up girls? 
Strangely, she found she really didn't care. She wanted to think about Ford 
Huston and how she would escape his attentions tonight. She wouldn't let him 
come near her no matter how good it felt! She had to be faithful to Gino. A 
little shiver went through her as she thought of last night.... 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Downstairs, the clock was striking midnight. Gill had just left Ford 
downstairs in the study going over his script with the suggestions that Gill 
had given him for direction. His time spent with Grant Fraser and Lola had 
been time well spent. It was certain that the production would be staged as 
soon as they got together a theater. He knew that Ford had a cast on hold in 
New York and things looked rosy for the future. It looked like things were 
going to be pretty heavy for him in the next few months and he didn't even 
know when he was going to find time to do any writing. He seemed to be going 
off into other directions. Maybe that phase of my life is over, he thought. 

Gill yawned and poured himself a nightcap and thought about how much he 
would like to have a huge estate like Grant Fraser one day. The way things 
are going that day won't be too far off, he thought confidently. Without 
conceit, he thought that he would go even farther than Larry Meldon. Gill 
was only half his age and already he had achieved many of his goals but the 
young playwright knew that he would never be completely satisfied. He would 
always be restless and seeking looking for something new and some new thing 
to turn him on and he didn't mind working hard to achieve that end. 

Everything had worked out exceptionally well and a lot quicker than he even 
had imagined. The ambitious young man felt excited and not in the least 
sleepy. His mind turned to Lola upstairs in her bedroom next door to his. He 
decided to go up and visit the dark-haired beauty. Together they would 
celebrate in a very special way. After all it was she who had been the 
turning point in getting Fraser's backing. Carrying his glass of scotch with 
him, he began climbing the long staircase. 

Britt turned over in her sleep as Gill passed her room. She was on the stage 
in some theater she couldn't identify and she was taking curtain call after 
curtain call. The stage was covered in flowers and she was almost getting 
tired of bowing but the bravos kept echoing and she kept coming out on the 
stage as the curtain dropped. She was finally totally exhausted and near 
collapse but she kept coming out and the shouts kept sounding in her ears. 
It was turning into a nightmare and she was lying on the stage and now the 
flowers were beginning to hurt her as the audience kept pelting them and 
shouting.... 

Gil continued past her door and on down the hall toward his own room, 
passing it and going on to the next door. He assumed that Ford was going to 
be downstairs for a while and gave no thought to any of the other people in 
the huge house as he entered Lola's room without knocking. 

He sensed that Lola was awake in the big oak framed double bed that was in 
the middle of the big room although the room was completely dark. Without 
speaking at all, he disrobed, feeling tension leave him as his lean taut 
body was revealed in its nakedness to the dark of bed chamber. A tremor of 
anticipation passed over him as he approached the bed. He hoped his eyes 
would adjust rapidly to the darkness.... 

The young playwright reached the bed and stood peering down. He heard a 
rustle on the bed, and Lola's hands moved out and her fingers clasped the 
semi-hardened column of his cock. It jerked to life in her hands as her 
other fingers began to slowly massage his tingling testicles, softly 
smoothing over the heavy weight of them while she gently touched his now 
fully-engorged penis. 

"Oh Gill," she whispered seductively in the darkness. "I stayed awake for 
you." 

"I'm here, baby," Gill replied, his voice husky with desire as he stood 
stark still and let the beautiful star who was his lover continue her expert 
manipulations. "As you can feel!" 

* * * 

Ford decided that he was going to call it a night with the script. I think 
I'll see what the little teen-aged bad girl is doing, he thought to himself 
with a smile. He got up just in time to see Gill disappearing into Lola's 
room. Jesus, How did Gill luck out with that one? He'd known Lola too before 
she was a big star but she'd never been too interested in the budding 
director. Ford guessed it was because he really didn't have too much 
influence anywhere. It was hard enough keeping himself alive in the 
competitive world of theater. He hadn't had time to develop much clout and 
that was what attracted Lola, he thought ruefully. That didn't stop him 
wishing though. She was all the more attractive to him since she was so 
unavailable. 

Ford was still a boy at heart and he thought it might be funny to find out 
if he could hear Gill and Lola doing anything. So as he made his way up to 
his room he stopped outside Lola's door. 

Not a sound could be heard. The solid oak doors of the Fraser mansion did 
not lend themselves to eavesdropping. It was unlikely that Grant Fraser 
would want to be caught in the act. Even when he pressed his ear to the 
door, he couldn't hear a thing. It occurred to him that Gill could not 
possibly be asleep already. He'd only been upstairs a few minutes longer 
than Ford. Anyway, with the torrid looks that Lola and Gill had been giving 
each other earlier it was sure unlikely. 

The childish director carefully pushed on the doorknob and, with the 
experience gained through years of childhood sneaking bout, he succeeded in 
turning it without making a sound. One of the lights still burned in the 
hall and Ford flicked it out so the couple would not become suspicious of 
the light. It did pay off after all being a junior voyeur, Ford, old boy! 

"Eeeeeeooooooiiiiiiwwwwww!" 

A wild cry met his ears and startled him so that he almost shut the door 
again. Then he realized that he had not been discovered, but had merely 
tuned in to the love cries of the playwright and Lola. His boyish features 
split into a wide grin of satisfaction as he settled down to listen in the 
hallway. 

Lola's nakedly writhing body was lost in the fire of the moment. Every 
muscle she possessed was tensed as she strained her hips upwards toward the 
maddening probe of his hotly swishing tongue in between her long legs. Gill 
was magnificent! She had never dreamed that it could be like this, and each 
time she was with him he could bring more and more pleasure from her body. 
Her love for him incited her further. Her updrawn legs opened and closed 
around the tormenting head that was licking gluttonously at her flame-seared 
pussy. The cords of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength 
against the tangled head hair of his head below her. 

"Unnnggghhh ... mmmmmm ... aaahhh!"she wailed, splaying her legs wider and 
wider to give him greater access. 

"Eat my cunt! Suck it all out!" she commanded. "Suck my cunt just like 
Fraser did when you watched! Hurry!" 

And then there came a rushing in her ears as she choked and the ceiling 
seemed to cave in on her with a great resounding and echoing crash, and she 
moaned and cried out as the intolerable delight of her orgasm careened 
through her. She wanted it to go on forever and ever, to never, never stop! 

As Lola lay gasping and slowly recovering, Gill turned her over onto her 
stomach. Her will power had been completely drained by her orgasm, and he 
kissed her smooth oval-shaped buttocks and bit them with his sharp teeth. He 
was vaguely unsatisfied. Tonight was special, he thought. He felt ready to 
go for a long time, teasing her and bringing her to greater and greater 
heights of delirious pleasure. Tonight, he wished to extract from Lola 
somehow even deeper forms of commitment. 

He was not satisfied by the lengths which his passionately moaning lover had 
gone with Grant Fraser, he wanted to have a new thrill now. Something that 
would bind Lola and him even more closely together. 

"Get up on your knees and stick your ass in the air!" he asked, his voice 
breaking slightly. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Ford Huston could stand listening to the fucking couple no longer. He had to 
be a participant not a watcher but he knew that he couldn't burst in on Gill 
and Lola. He would probably be finished if he even tried it. No, he would 
just content himself with going down to see little Danette. Hell, maybe he'd 
bring the kid up to watch too to get a few pointers. She was only fourteen, 
after all, and didn't have that much experience. It would be good for her. 
He'd sort of be doing her a favor if he showed her that side of life. 

Ford eagerly sought out the correct door in the hallways. There were so many 
rooms and Ford had only been here one night. He knew Danette's was the fifth 
one along the hall and without hesitating he tapped silently on the door. 
After getting no reply, he turned the handle of the door, and finding it 
open, stepped in. 

Danette had awakened at Ford's first tap. Now she lay trembling in the big 
canopied bed as the good looking man entered. He was still dressed in a 
sweater and corduroy pants. He moved swiftly to the teenager. 

"You better leave. If Uncle Grant finds out he'll kill you!" she cried, 
holding her covers up against her chin. Beneath, she was clad in a white 
lace nightgown that came to her knees, neck, a very modest style befitting a 
youngster of her years. 

"If you were so worried about Uncle Grant why didn't you lock the door?" 
Ford inquired, sitting down on the bed. 

Danette started to answer, but he would not let her. His laugh resounded 
throughout the large room, and Danette was glad that her uncle was on the 
over side of the hall but still worried that someone else might hear. 

"Keep quiet for god's sake!" 

Obediently he silenced his laughter and with his head bent low, he kissed 
her with a hard burning pressure, until her head sank back into the softness 
of the pillow. Her eyes were closed and the lids fluttered as the magic of 
his kisses started working within her small trembling body. His tongue 
boldly thrust between her pinkly parted lips, touching her own tongue 
mercilessly and making her want to die from the bliss it created inside her 
which her own boyfriend had always failed to ignite. 

"No ... I'm afraid ... we can't ... you mustn't ... go away ... I'm afraid 
of my uncle" ... she murmured, moving her head from side to side in an 
effort to escape his mouth. 

"Listen, we'll both go!" he said suddenly as the idea descended upon him. 
"Come on. Hurry up." 

Impatiently, he pulled her up and spun her toward the door, not even giving 
her time to put on her housecoat over her flimsy nightdress. 

"What if someone sees me ... Uncle Grant might--" 

"Everyone's in bed and your Uncle Grant is dead to the world. He wouldn't 
wake up if the atomic bomb went off in the dining room. Once more his laugh 
rang out and Danette cringed as they moved in the semi-darkness down the 
hall. Her heart was beating like a hammer and the teenaged girl starting 
thinking of it as an adventure. Ford was practically a kid himself although 
certainly not in years. 

Ford was pulling her so fast that she could only stumble along behind him, 
too frightened to call out, yet curious in spite of herself as to where the 
impetuous man was taking her. God, her girlfriends in L.A. would never 
believe this one. 

"Quiet..." Ford cautioned the youngster, and together they tip-toed down the 
hall until they got to the door that the inquisitive young director had 
listened at earlier. 

"I hope they're still performing," he whispered. And then he knew that were, 
for through the slight crack in the door which he had left ajar the rising 
voices of Gill and Lola could clearly be heard. 

Danette stood with her mouth gaping open as Ford pushed her closer so that 
she too could hear everything. 

Inside, Lola hunched forward, jumping slightly as she felt Gill's finger 
prodding in between her widespread buttocks. This was something he had never 
yet done to her, although he had sometimes spoken of it. He had often said 
he wanted it in the heat of their lovemaking. Lola sensed that this time he 
would go through with it, and she did not quite know how she would respond. 
She felt obscenely naked and unprotected back there as she could feel the 
strained skin around her tiny puckered anus being pulled apart. He had been 
kissing her and gently nibbling at her white nether cheeks, and Lola was 
surprised to note that his finger in her anus was not as uncomfortable as 
she anticipated, but rather sent a sensation of muted pleasure swelling 
inside her. 

Gill moved his middle finger around in the tight expanding hole, fucking in 
and out, widening the tiny ass-hole more and more. Lola found herself 
wriggling her hips back against it, her nails digging into the mattress 
around her. When the determined young playwright forced a second finger in, 
however, she winced aloud and tried to bounce away from him on the big bed. 
The smooth satin sheets that Fraser provided in all his guest rooms were 
crumpling beneath her damp body. 

But Lola had little time to relax, for her demanding lover had followed her, 
kneeling up against her own kneeling body, pinning her down with his other 
big hand on the small of her back. Lola could feel that he was warming to 
his task, and that shiver of apprehension that she always got when she 
realized what he meant to do ran through her nakedly trembling body. 

He was still behind her, and then the fingers began to work together inside 
her tightly clinging rectum. Her mouth fell open as Lola began to groan 
excitedly, wriggling back onto the obscene invaders of her hitherto 
untouched rectal flesh. A strangely appealing desire swept over her. She 
could feel him back there deliberately stretching her ass-hole. His voice to 
her ears, loud and clear. 

"I want to fuck you up the ass!" 

"I want you too," she whispered up to him. "Fuck me in the ass, darling!" 

Outside the bedroom door, the teenaged Danette gasped as she heard the 
unmistakable evidence that Gill and Lola were the couple she'd been 
listening to! She felt her legs grow weak and she would have crept away from 
the awful intimacy going on in there if it had not been for Ford's strong 
grip around her waist. He would not let her go and she feared that 
struggling would make so much noise that they would be found out. 

"Let me go," she whispered. "Come on." But Ford was childishly pleased with 
the way things were turning out. He intended to do something he'd never done 
before tonight was over. 

The young director's fingers began a rhythmic massage against the naked 
softness of the youngster's pert, high-set breasts beneath her demure white 
nightgown. They felt good to his fingers and he pulled her closer and closer 
to him, forcing the hard hot spear of his erect cock against the soft 
protrusions of her buttocks. He knew that even below the nightgown she could 
feel the hardness of it, and that she would remember last night what it had 
felt like to have his churning penis thrusting high into her willingly 
widespread pussy! 

The pretty youngster whimpered and was silent, but Ford could feel her 
trembling against him, her body beginning to respond to his forward thrusts 
as he held her tightly to his loins. They stood just outside the door in the 
hall, listening to the lewd sounds and words coming from inside the bedroom, 
and Ford's breath became heavier and heavier to match the intensity of the 
action inside. He could sense Danette's total nakedness beneath the 
nightdress, and their very position there beside the open door began to 
excite him more and more. 

Inside the bedroom, Gill pulled, his fingers out of Lola's reluctantly 
releasing little anal opening, the rubbery skin of her anus clinging to them 
and making a slight little popping noise as it withdrew. 

"Kneel up higher!" he said thickly. "Get your ass up higher!" 

Immediately, Lola drew her knees up further under her, presenting him with 
the fully stretched cheeks of her buttocks as she felt his hard body move in 
between her open thighs. A shiver of anticipation surged through her limbs 
as suddenly she felt the smooth bulbous head of his cock resting within her 
wide-split ass-cheeks. She reached her hand back through the arch her legs 
made and began to gently stroke and cup the heavy sac of his testicles. 

"Now stick it in your ass-hole for me!" he hissed at her sensuously sloping 
back, and she took hold of the hotly throbbing cock, feeling its width 
between her fingers and feeling frightened once more. It seemed too enormous 
to go inside her back there! Yet she wanted to experience this new sensation 
too but she still held her breath as Gill clutched at the top of her trim, 
widely separated thighs. She placed the bluntness of his male hardness 
against the tight, hairless opening of her flexing rectum! 

Gill began to push against her, straining up into the tight virginal hole of 
her anus. She grunted aloud and was about to tell him that it was no use. It 
would never go in, when the tiny muscle of her anus suddenly gave way and 
the persistent head of his cock burst just up inside the sanctity of her 
ass-hole. Desperately, she tried to pull away from him, but he held her 
tight. 

"No, Gill. My ass-hole is too small! Just fuck my cunt! It won't work up my 
ass!" 

But Gill ignored her, shoving forward as he hugged her shapely hips in his 
grip and mumbled, "shove back! Come on! Help me out! Shove back on my cock!" 

Lola could hardly think. Her position was so uncomfortable she didn't know 
which way to move. 

"Back!" he grunted, so aroused he was becoming impatient, but she was afraid 
to move her buttocks backward but she was in it this far so ... With a mind 
blowing effort, she relaxed her sphincter muscle and allowed his heavily 
slithering cock to surge deep into the spongy flesh of her back passage. 

"Unnnnnngnggggggggg!"she groaned as his pelvis smacked loudly against the 
softness of her nakedly upturned buttocks. She heard him give a harsh whine 
of passion as he immediately began to fuck deep up into the soft warm 
confines of her now fully impaled rectal opening. 

Ear straining in the hall outside the bedroom door, the fourteen year old 
Danette had begun to respond to the sounds of the lewd lovemaking by 
writhing backwards against Ford's excitedly thrusting loins, and when his 
hands began to lift her nightgown up, she could not protest. 

Oh Gino, forgive me for being unfaithful, but I want him to touch me, she 
thought, her young flesh burning with desire. His fingers revealed the 
creamy nakedness of her soft tanned body. When her nightgown was way up 
around her hips and her sleekly quivering buttocks were bared to him, she 
felt him pull her in against him once more. To her shocked surprise she felt 
the naked hardness of his exposed penis pressing fervently into the split of 
her buttocks. 

The teenager was shocked. He's not thinking of doing what Gill and Lola are 
doing! He's not! He can't be! Not there! Oh god! 

She was confused and did not know what to do as he began to push and slide 
the nakedness of his lust-hardened cock in between her trembling ass-cheeks. 
He bent her body this way and that as it pleased him so that he would get 
the desired sensual effect. She was relieved that he did not try to force 
her there, for she could hear the sounds of Lola being lewdly sodomized by 
Gill in the room in front of them. She knew she was too young. She would 
never recover from an act like that! She'd only just lost her virginity a 
few months before! She was only fourteen years old for god's sake! She tried 
to convince herself that Ford Huston would never do such a thing to her! He 
forced her to bend over forward, letting his hotly throbbing cock fit 
smoothly into the spread entrance of her hair-lined cunt, and Danette 
shivered with mounting desire. 

"Yes, oh yes, that's it, do it to me now! Right now!" She felt so excited 
that she began to push her creamy white buttocks back, and as she did so the 
long thick hardness of Ford's thrusting penis slipped high up into the hot 
wet moisture of her willingly enveloping vagina. 

"Mmmmmmmmm!" she moaned, twisting back onto him as she felt herself being 
filled by the incredible mass of his lust-bloated cock. 

Oh he knew how to do it, she thought. Gino didn't know anything. He never 
even made me cum! 

His hands firmly planted on Danette's hips, Ford Huston began a slow 
skewering motion into the teenager's warmly seeping cunt, feeling his heavy 
cock speeding along the entire length of her sensuously tingling cunt walls, 
and listening to her soft moans of pleasure. But this was not all he had 
wanted of her. Boldly after once more assessing the sounds coming from 
inside Lola's bedroom, he began to push forward into the room, carrying 
Danette along with him still firmly attached to him by the lewd penetration 
of his desire-swollen penis inside her hotly clinging vagina. 

Danette realized what was happening, but she was too startled to try to get 
away. What could she do, anyway? He held her so tightly that she could feel 
sharp pains where his fingers dug into the soft fleshy area of her hips. 
Yet, as he moved, his hard cock jiggled and thrust within her moist confines 
in a most exciting way. 

To her alarm, she could hear the noises of the fucking couple on the bed 
very near by. She and Ford were now almost right next to the bed, she was 
certain of it. 

But Lola and Gill were so preoccupied that they didn't know that they had 
company. 

By degrees, the shock was lessening within the stretched walls of Lola's 
thickly filled anus, and a certain stimulation began to blend with it. She 
bared her teeth and wagged her head from side to side, her dark hair a 
crazed entanglement hanging over her face as Gill fucked up into her again 
and again! 

"Unnnggghhh ... uuuooofff ... uuunnnggg!" he grunted animal-like behind her. 
"Grind your ass! Move it down hard on my cock!" 

His words stunned Lola as she struggled to comprehend. He was sodomizing 
her! She tried to think, but each time his thrust would drive her forward 
and she would squirm back onto his hard penetrating cock until soon she was 
filled with an all pervading passion. The feeling had become pleasurable! 
She began to shove backward with vigor, in a tempo to meet the playwright's 
ass-splitting thrusts. It was getting better and better ... unlike anything 
she'd ever felt before! She marveled at the power of her body to bring her 
new sensations when she thought she had already known them all. 

Suddenly, a piercing shriek rang out stunning them both. Gill's surging cock 
was still plunged within the tightly clenching narrowness of Lola's widely 
split rectum. Directly behind them, right there in the room, a female had 
groaned from deep in her chest. And now immediately following the 
soul-searing groan, sharp sounds of grunting and the lewd noises of naked 
flesh slapping against naked flesh met their astonished ears. 

"What the fuck's going on?" Gill cried out. 

"Cool it!" Ford's panting voice was heard. "Never mind Danette and me. We'll 
take our cues from you. You're the director this time!" 

Danette's cries seemed to threaten to take the ceiling off the house and 
Gill could feel Lola trying to scramble away from him. 

"Oh baby, your ass-hole is so tight. Danette, it's just like a baby's!" 

"Jesus, Gill ... get those two out of here. What the hell do you think this 
is anyway?" Lola raged. 

Gil was on the verge of agreeing with his lover, at first outraged by the 
crazy director's intrusion into his private life. But then the humor of the 
situation struck him, and he had to chuckle as he heard Danette's whimpering 
noises and envisioned the two of them fucking like dogs there at the foot of 
Lola's bed. He turned his head around, still without releasing Lola from his 
strong grip of her upper thighs, and in the darkness could make out the 
shape of the two gyrating bodies ... the white of the teenager's uplifted 
nightgown ... the pale blonde of Ford's hair. He had to admire the guy's 
balls ... he was fucking Grant Fraser's niece right in his own house ... 
Ford was outrageous! 

Lola could hear Danette's whimpers changing to sounds of utter pleasure. She 
guessed that Ford was touching her body in such a way as to alleviate any 
discomfort between the youngster's cock-spread buttocks. Her own ass-cheeks 
were once more lewdly stretched and the long insertion of her lover's 
throbbing penis deep within her aching rectum made itself felt again as the 
embedded male flesh recovered from its temporarily softened state and grew 
harder by the second. 

"Come on baby, give it to me!" he grunted, "but first turn on the lights so 
we can all enjoy this performance!" 

She lifted her hand up toward the low switch on the wall by her bed. In a 
second the room was flooded with a soft yellow glow from Lola's night table 
light, and Gill nearly knocked her flat on her face as he rammed up into her 
cringing rectum again. This time he turned his head so he could watch the 
lewdly occupied couple behind them. 

It was true. They were ass-fucking too! Ford was fucking Grant Fraser's 
fourteen year old niece right up her ass, and from his position on the bed, 
Gill could see Ford's lustfully penetrating cock sliding in and out between 
the full firmly rounded moons of white flesh that formed the moaning girl's 
buttocks. He could even see the soft pink flesh of her round little ass-hole 
draw back with Ford's cock on the out-stroke, greedily clasping at it as if 
to keep it from escaping. He stared in voyeuristic delight as the young 
director's sperm-laden balls smacked resoundingly against Danette's tight 
little dark-haired cunt each time he sank his rock-hard penis to the hilt in 
her wide-split crevice. 

Gill felt his own lust-bloated testicles palpitating almost painfully and 
his throbbing cock felt as if it were charged with elctricity each time he 
plunged into Lola's uplifted buttocks. Now she was moaning like a madwoman, 
her beautiful face flushed. Her eyes were rolling in her head, and Gill knew 
he couldn't last much longer. 

He had fucked with Ford before, Gill remembered. In theater classes they had 
often gone off with young actresses and could only afford one room between 
them so fucked together. But Gill couldn't remember ever having done 
anything nearly as exciting as this dual ass-fucking! He had wanted 
something special for that night and he was getting it! He could see Ford 
watching him too. Even while he thoroughly impaled the writhing teenager in 
front of them, and Gill realized that they were in a kind of contest 
together. Who would last longer? Who would cum first? 

Or, he thought with a start, are we both watching because we wonder what it 
would be like to fuck each other! Gill quickly put the thought out of his 
mind. It was too bizarre! He couldn't fuck Ford! He wasn't a homosexual, for 
Christ's sake! Where had the idea come from? 

Turning back to the business at hand to get away from the strange thought 
processes he was going through, he put his hand down on Lola's jiggling 
ass-cheek as if to spurn her on. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Lola wailed, but the excitement had begun to swell within 
her again and she reached back under her, tickling Gill's lewdly swinging 
balls and turning her face sideways so that he could see the effect his 
fucking of her ass-hole was having on her. Sweat poured down Gill's face as 
he rode her wildly, almost impersonally for his mind was on someone else! 

Lola didn't notice his distraction with Ford and decided that the presence 
of the director and Fraser's niece was making him reach new heights of 
excitement, and swallowing she found a greater desire than she had ever 
known filling her own nakedly gyrating loins. 

Ford watched fascinated as up on the bed, Gill's thickly throbbing cock 
disappeared all the way up into Lola's voluptuous, nakedly wriggling 
buttocks with every thrust. None of it was left visible to his eyes as it 
submerged its full depth into the tightly resilient passage, straining its 
head as if to burst asunder in her tightly clasping anus. He was surprised 
by the enormity of the playwright's cock! 

Idly, the young director wondered what it would feel like to get fucked in 
the ass as Gill was shoving his cock into Lola. He didn't expend too much 
time wondering. For the moment, it was enough to watch and feel Danette's 
beatifully flaring ass-cheeks smacking uncontrollably back against his 
loins. To know that once more he was bringing the teenager to the point of 
orgasm with his burning hot cock, was enough for him, for the time being at 
least! 

Danette's voice mewled as the thick desire engorged penis churned pelvis 
deep within her sensuously straining rectum. He had penetrated her there 
with one swift devastating thrust, taking her by surprise after pulling out 
unexpectedly from her desire-drenched pussy. And now, she found herself 
filled with a sense of total abandon. 

What did anything matter any more? She had done the worst and was in effect 
enjoying this obscene deed being perpetrated upon her half-naked body. Her 
parents had sent her to her uncle's house to behave for the summer and here 
she was doing things far worse than any she would have entertained at home. 
Imagine, being fucked in the ass in the same room with another couple who 
were indulging in the same act of sodomy. 

"Oh yes ... oh yes ... Ford ... fuck me ... harder ... fuck me in the ass!" 
the youngster blurted out, her lewd words filling the room and spurring not 
only her own partner but the other hotly writhing couple to a faster pace. 

Ford felt he could cum now whenever he wanted to. He drew his cock out to 
the tip, watching her tightly clinging rectal flesh pucker around him. Then 
he rammed in one long smooth stroke all the way to his loins. Danette whined 
in ecstasy, and on the bed Lola echoed the same intense sounds. Ford fucked 
into her again, pulling Danette back onto his lust-throbbing cock like a 
smooth fitting glove, causing her to cry out. 

Gil did the same, and Lola moaned with pleasure. The boiling hot lava of his 
sperm began to chum in Gill's heavily pulsing cock. The acute tingling that 
signaled his imminent release had started 

Gill grunted loudly as he thrust his fully expanded length into Lola's 
widespread back passage, his entire naked body beginning to jerk 
convulsively against her nakedly grinding buttocks. His mouth hung open 
loosely as he clawed at the silky skin of Lola's waist with clutching 
fingers. He pulled her cream white buttocks even wider apart for his thickly 
climaxing cock to skewer yet another fraction of an inch up into her. 

"I'm cumming, Ford!" he shouted to Gill. "Jesus ... am I cuuummmiiinnnggg!" 

"Me to, you fucker!" he cried back. "Meeeeee ... toooooo!" 

Ford grunted and began to pump out thickly flowing jets of boiling hot sperm 
from his speeding cock, filling the swollen tightness of Danette's plundered 
young anus with the full force of his ass-flooding cum. 

Beneath Gill's battering attack on Lola she felt the first delicious 
torrents of the hot white cream splutter wildly into the depths of her own 
cock-filled rectum. It surged through her cock-split anus like a volcanic 
eruption, warming her belly. The sensation and the lewd knowledge that Gill 
was actually paying more attention to Ford at this intimate moment than he 
was to her, strangely touched off her own climax and she screamed as the 
great rush of pleasure rippled through her trembling loins. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhhnnnnnngggggg!" 

The combined cries of orgasm whirled to the high-ceilinged bedroom. 
Danette's voice was a high-pitched childish soprano as Ford's fingers 
touched the streaming pit of her pussy and the thick sperm from his cock 
slid back out of her hungrily milking ass-hole and on down the smooth inner 
flesh of her widespread thighs. 

Lola mumbled incoherently, her entire body wracked with spasms as Gill clung 
to her from behind. The pleasure within her seemed to go on forever as she 
let herself get lost in the world of her own carnal sensations. Distantly, 
the wetly obscene sounds of the other couple cumming insanely also, were 
heard. Each orgasm hung on the others and was continually spurred on in a 
dizzying, mind-expanding chain reaction. 

Lola's head swam wildly around as she felt her fatigued, quivering knees 
give way and Gil pulled out of her at last with a soft wet popping sound. As 
he fell to the side of her, she collapsed, her naked, sweat-filmed body 
completely spent. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The foursome was now up on the bed warm body against warm body gradually 
beginning to recover from the furious bout of ass-fucking. The reality of 
the strange situation was returning and Lola began to feel sorry for little 
Danette who probably did not know what had struck her. The poor kid is only 
fourteen, Lola thought and probably worried to death that her Uncle Grant 
will catch her. Not that good old Uncle Grant should be criticizing anyone 
for anything but, if by some strange quirk he should come in here it would 
be difficult explaining the situation with his niece involved. 

The Broadway actress was also a little confused about what had happened 
during the sodomy. In particular, she was perplexed by the apparent 
closeness expressed by Gill and Ford. It seemed to her that the two men 
wanted each other more than either her or Danette! She knew it was very 
common in the theater for men to be homosexuals but somehow the idea of Gill 
and Ford was a little hard to take, especially when her and Gill had 
practically been living together for a year now. 

Well, she was going to try and put that out of her head and think about 
someone else for a change. She was going to try and comfort Danette. 

The brunette actress rolled over and turned to the teenager who was lying 
with her eyes staring up at the ceiling. 

"You poor kid!" Lola soothed, moving over closer to where Danette was lying. 
For a moment, the youngster was afraid the older woman was going to strike 
her, but to her surprise, she found herself being engulfed in her arms, and 
pressed close to her warm, feminine breasts. Danette was too surprised to 
raise any objection, and she found, with astonishment, that it actually felt 
good, being cradled lovingly like that, very safe and secure. The two men 
were staring at Lola not knowing how to react. 

"You need a woman's comfort now, Danette," Lola soothed. "Just relax, angel. 

That's right, Danette thought dreamily, that's just what I need, and she 
raised no objection when she felt Lola's face nearing hers, and felt the 
touch of her light warm lips on her own mouth. Lola was kissing her, and she 
didn't mind. In fact, she liked the other woman's kiss ... there was 
something sweet and undemanding and relaxing about it, after the avaricious 
demand of Ford Huston. Amazingly she found herself responding, parting her 
lips and allowing the older woman to slip her tongue inside. It felt good, 
she thought happily, I like it! 

Lola continued to smile, seeming to float nearer to her until Danette felt 
the gently brush of her soft hand on her brow and in her hair. Her belly and 
the soft inner sides of her satiny thighs seemed to quiver in empathy to the 
beautiful older woman's delicious touch. Momentarily, a fleeting trace of 
apprehension endeavored to make itself felt, but soon passed in the glow of 
warmth that had spread throughout her entire being. 

A shiver rippled through her at the touch of Lola's hands moving down her 
throat, coming to rest on the nakedly firm globes of her breasts. Lola's 
long slender lingers were brushing electrically against the hardening 
nipples, caressing them ever so lightly, and Danette moaned almost 
inaudibly, aware of strange new feelings cascading through her. The older 
woman's fingers were feather soft, like velvet, as they stroked the 
sensitive aureolas, tweaked the buds of her nipples, nearly turgid again, 
and brushed along the tender flesh of her flanks. 

The essence of the beautiful actress's sensuality seemed to envelop the 
teenager as she enjoyed the delicate and slender hands on her suddenly 
tingling breasts. An ensemble of mixed emotions surged restlessly within her 
mind and body, feelings that she had no power nor desire to resist. She felt 
as if mesmerized as Lola's exquisite face moved closer to hers and its 
perfect, full, soft mouth closed down once again upon her own, tenderly, 
moistly, warmly ... finally, with increasing urgency. Danette's lips felt 
strangely soft in response, and she vaguely sensed them being pressed apart 
by Lola's sweet-tasting tongue slipping between them into her mouth. Moments 
later, Lola's voluptuous body was stretched out against her own, with only a 
sheet between them, separating breasts, bellys and loins. 

Both Ford and Gill stared as if transfixed by the sudden change in the 
affair. Suddenly they were the ones that were no longer needed. 

"Don't worry about anything, Danette. You're too sweet to worry about 
anything at your age. I'll make you feel better!" 

"Ooohhhhhh ... yes, Lola," the teenager moaned softly, wishing she could 
somehow show this beautiful older woman her appreciation of her concern. Of 
their own volition, her hands reached up and found the full mounds of Lola's 
creamy breasts. She wanted to show the older woman how grateful she was for 
her kind caresses, her exhilarating kiss ... she wanted to let Lola feel the 
wonderful sensuality of female hands on her breasts, just like she herself 
was feeling. She found the soft warm flesh and ran her fingertips along the 
smooth surface, searching further until she found the hard berries of Gill's 
girlfriend's nipples awakening eagerly at her touch. They felt firm and 
resilient, and new thrills excited the youngster as she stroked and massaged 
the breasts of another woman for the first time in her life. 

Lola kissed her again and Danette met her tongue automatically with her own, 
feeling the gentle, loving hands caressing her breasts enticingly and moving 
down over her with an intimate tenderness that seemed to fill her heart with 
untold affection for this beautiful, understanding woman. She felt the hands 
stroking her sensitively quivering buttocks and drawing her tightly into 
soft, satiny fleshy loveliness. 

Again, a brief sensation of schooled repugnance filtered through the 
youngster, but she refused to let it grow. Again the thought of the irony of 
the situation struck her. Her parents sending her here to protect her from 
the evils of Gino and here she was involved in the most bizarre sex 
practices the fourteen year old's mind could imagine. 

The cool air which bathed her nakedly aroused body was bringing her tiny, 
ruby nipples to a rigid hardness, then Lola was pressing close to her once 
more, massaging her own splendid nakedness against Danette's soft, supple 
flesh, their nipples rubbing, their full, firm breasts flattening against 
one another's, their thighs meeting as did the soft, silken curls of their 
sensually rotating hair-covered pubic mounds. 

Danette gasped out with the erotic tremor that rippled over her tingling, 
sensitive flesh and through her delightfully aroused mind, as Lola's hand 
caressed the orbs of her rounded, quivering buttocks, spreading them apart 
and tenderly easing between to stroke her tight little anus with a knowing 
and soothingly gentle finger. 

Once more, the teenager trembled erotically, and a second later Lola rolled 
her onto her back, her hand tracing down over the full arched line of her 
hips to her gently curved thigh. The beautiful brunette slithered down her 
body and gently pressed Danette's legs open until the older woman was 
kissing the creamy, warm skin of her inner thighs, working slowly upward 
toward the enshadowed, hair-lined flanges of her wantonly aroused pussy. 

Momentarily, Danette seemed to emerge from her enchantment, abruptly raising 
her head off the pillow to see what Gill and Ford were doing. They were both 
propped up on their elbows still mesmerized by the salacious scene. Then she 
lay her head back, uncaring and smiled warmly at the glowing sparkle in 
Lola's eyes as they locked on the narrow pink slit between her own legs, 
where already drops of warmly perfumed moisture glistened from her building 
passion. 

Wild sensations raced through her as she saw the dark-haired actress 
greedily flick out her small tongue-tip to swipe the pungent droplet into 
her mouth, then draw her tongue from the point where the coral slit joined 
the smooth cleft between her buttocks. Danette moaned as the tantalizing 
tongue traced the thin pink line of her wetly blushing vaginal lips to its 
little clitoral peak, sending a vibrant tremor over her shamelessly writhing 
body. Enchanted, she watched as Lola tenderly, with her thumbs, brushed 
aside the tiny entanglements of pubic hair and spread apart the tightly 
clinging cunt lips until her gleaming red clitoris burst into full view. 
Then, as the ripples of desire grew into seismic waves of rapture, Lola 
began to lick it tenderly. 

The teenager raised her head to watch the ravishing Broadway star nuzzle her 
face again into her genitals, her dark tresses grazing tauntingly against 
the soft flesh of her belly as Lola began to lick and suck at her pussy with 
a lewd hunger. 

Then, the older woman's tongue was sliding smoothly in and out of her wetly 
throbbing vagina, moistly rotating at its tight elastic mouth, slipping 
deeply inside her again. Abruptly, she felt her hips being raised by those 
small, slender hands cupping the rounded moons of her buttocks, and she held 
her knees back tight to her erotically aching breasts as she felt the 
moistly taunting tongue trail downward through the smooth yielding crevice 
below her vagina to her anus. There it licked before its tip pressed firmly 
into the puckered little hole which had recently been violated, penetrating 
only a short ways, though she tried to help by relaxing the outer muscles to 
the fullest. Once more, the wildly licking tongue returned to her throbbing 
hot cunt, and curled up into her, then flicked back to her clitoris again 
with the pressure mounting deeper and deeper in her loins. 

Gill laughed to himself as he watched his girlfriend perform. Jesus! Just 
when he thought he had seen every side of this woman another one popped up. 
Now who would have thought that Lola Davis would go in for this kind of 
lesbian trip...? He glanced at Ford and chuckled silent. Danette's recent 
violator was staring in wide-eyed excitement at the debauchery before him, 
his hand stroking his long, distended cock with frantic fervor. Gill 
grinned, and began to stroke his own rigid shaft gently, teasingly, until it 
throbbed painfully under his touch. Both he and Ford stared at each other 
and then as though hypnotized, stroking their massively pulsating cocks 
almost in unison they turned their attention back to the two women. 

Lola raised her head from Danette's heatedly moistened cunt and smiled at 
the youngster. 

"Come down here and kiss me, sweetheart," she whispered throatily. 

Danette lowered her legs and obediently got to her knees, her heart pounding 
in her chest. She wrapped her arms hungrily around the other's neck and 
planted her wetly parted lips on the soft warm mouth, tasting the poignant 
essence of her own cunt there. The taste, the smell, the entire situation 
was causing her head to swirl in a deep wanton desire. 

Lola held her inside her arms, then pressed 

Danette's cheek against the soft resilient flesh of her own breast. She ran 
one hand down over the naked teenager's soft belly ... downward through the 
silken pubic hair to her wet, fleshy pussy, drawing a finger up between its 
moistly quivering lips. 

Danette whimpered and tried to move closer; then, without volition, her head 
dropped to the woman's beautifully shaped breast and pressed the hardened 
nipple into her mouth. At once she began to suck hungrily, wetly, as her 
timidly trembling hand began moving over the lush warm flesh of Lola's body. 

"Have you ever made love to a woman before?" Lola whispered. 

"Oh, no ... not ever--!" 

"But you like it, don't you--? " 

"I ... I don't know ... what's happening to me ... but ... yes. I do...." 

"mmmmmm ... you're so sweet," Lola breathed passionately, her soft hand 
caressing her love-partner's delicate cheek resting against her full breast. 
"Would you like to lick and kiss my cunt, to bring me pleasure as I brought 
rapture to you?" 

The youngster's brain reeled and her belly churned with the carnal 
stimulation Lola's lewd words and meaning aroused in her as prurient 
sensations soared through her sensually provoked body. 

"Oh, god!" she gasped girlishly, looking upward into the excited eyes of her 
love-teacher. "Oh, Lola ... I don't ... I just ... don't know...." 

But the decision had already been made as Lola slowly pressed her back onto 
the bed, then kissed her once as she knelt beside the girl, trailing her 
moist tongue downward between her ripe young thighs and again extending her 
tiny pink tongue to caress the erect little clitoris. 

Abruptly, the wild tingling sensations were beginning all over again inside 
the youngster's abdomen. Danette wasn't aware of how long the magnificent 
enthrallment between her legs went on before she opened her eyes to the feel 
and sight of Lola's nakedly sensual body moving up over her. 

The long white columns of the older woman's thighs were spreading wide, 
knees snuggling in against her ribs ... the luscious snowy buttocks moving 
backward above her face until the alluring sight of that other beautifully 
moistened vagina was completely exposed before her. 

In the shadowy midpoint between those gorgeously ovalled, moon-shaped 
buttocks Danette could see the tiny, hairless oval opening and the coral 
slit of her partner's lovely blushing vagina with its hair-lined lips opened 
enough to view the succulent pink flesh within. Small, sparkling dewdrops of 
passion-aroused cuntal moisture clung to the pouting, fleecy lips. 

Uncontrollably, she moved upward as if bewitched, until the musky perfumed 
scent reached her nostrils. Without thinking about what she was doing, she 
suddenly lashed out with her tongue, going deep into the raw velvety flesh 
toward the beautiful creature's clitoris ... reaching up to clutch at the 
warm twin mounds of the buttocks and draw them down tighter to her face 
while she ran her tongue wildly through the warmly fleshed layers of the 
already seeping cunt ... probing the slight pungency of the vagina, as her 
own desires continued to soar like a runaway rocket in her wantonly excited 
brain. 

Danette sensed her own clitoris palpitating maddeningly in its flushed, 
erect state, and her breath was beginning to catch in her throat sharply at 
every grazing caress of her lover's delicious tongue. She eagerly pressed 
her wet open mouth tighter into the tender succulence of the cunt before 
her, separating the soft, fleshy lips protecting its slightly bearded 
vaginal slit. Then her mouth became a ravenous vacuum, open and hot, with 
nothing but tongue greedily invading the moistly seething fissure ... 
nothing but tongue lashing at the erect clitoris, tongue everywhere in the 
willowy girl's now hotly clasping channel, lubricious with its tangy 
secretions blending with her own saliva.... 

The teenager was cocooned in bliss, enraptured by the new sensations she was 
feeling, carried away by the seductive charms of the older woman. They 
remained orally fucking each other into greater and greater heights of 
arousal until.... 

"Aaaaaagggggghhhhhh ... Lola ... I'm ... cccuuummmiiinnnggg!" 

She barely had time to catch her breath when she heard a lust-hoarsened 
voice through her euphoria. 

"Is this a private party of can anyone join?" 

All four on the bed turned towards the voice which was coming from the 
bedroom door and then the head of Larry Meldon appeared, closely followed by 
his wife, Britt. 

"Now if we can just keep Grant Fraser out of here, the show can go on," Lola 
said. 

Great bursts of laughter preceded the fuckathon that followed. Fortunately 
their host slept through the lewd proceedings. 


THE END
