Sweet Eleven
by Carole Wilson
(LLP-631)


Chapter One 

Everyone knows Los Angeles is a center of mad sensationalism; especially the 
parties in the pauche Beverly Hills mansions overlooking all of 'tinsel 
town' U.S.A. That night had been no exception... 

Like all LA parties where actors, producers, writers, and attention-hungry 
groupies strut their stuff, hoping for a contact, this party had a gimmick, 
too. Something to make the guests remember Wednesday evening, June 22 at 
Harry Crowley's house. No, he didn't leave bowls of cocaine in the bathroom 
for guests to discreetly pack their noses, and he didn't have a girl popping 
out of a cake ... Harry had hired a psychic, a real, honest God soothsayer 
to tell fortunes. She sat conspicuously in the corner with a crystal ball in 
her lap. 

And on a lark, Gray Collins, LA agent, bored with the proverbial drug scene 
at the party and too tired to take a shot at picking up one of the Hollywood 
and Vine beauties, had sat there feeling vulnerable and curious while 
Dianna, dressed in bangles and beads, scarves and silks, read his future in 
her crystal ball. 

"You're an Aries ... I can tell," she'd begun. She smiled confidently as 
Gray nodded his head, wondering how in hell she could tell. Dianna gazed 
into the crystal ball for a few moments, then lifted her head to say: "I'm 
sorry to say this has not been a good year for you financially. You will 
experience much strife in your work... much change in direction." Dianna's 
fingers splayed over the crystal ball; she squinted, moved her head a few 
degrees to the left. "However, something you have wished for many years will 
soon come true. I see a young girl, very pretty .. . young and loving. She 
will . come into your life and change it. There will be confusion for a 
while, but in the end it will help your business ..." Dianna paused for a 
second. Her expression changed from one of felicity to near disgust. Gray 
might have been sitting there naked in front of a nun, judging from Dianna's 
accusing look. 

"This beauty is a member of your family ... and you will be close . .. very 
close." 

"Close?" Gray leaned forward, sitting on the edge of his chair, trying to 
peer into the crystal ball, but Dianna's hands shaded the crystal. 

"No ... it is only for me to see ..." 

Gray chuckled. "Hey, come on . . . you can't sit there and tell me my life 
is gonna change and not tell me how ... That isn't fair!" 

Dianna glared with sinister eyes at the agent, then glanced over his 
shoulder. "There are others waiting.. . others who will take their futures 
seriously. Please ..." 

Gray had thought nothing of Dianna's predictions at the time, dismissing it 
as idle banter... entertainment for a price. What the hell, everybody had to 
make a living. Only Gray, as an agent, knew her scam. 

But now as he sat in a corner table at Russo and Frank's restaurant, Gray 
feeling proud and a bit like a dirty old man, was beginning to wonder about 
the veracity of the gypsy's predictions. Maybe he had laughed too soon ... , 
He smiled across the table at his dinner companion. 

The object of his attention was a blonde, blue-eyed young girl on the 
threshold of adolescence. She was no ordinary creature. It wasn't so much 
just her looks, although she presented a ravishingly beautiful picture of 
golden-haired delight, with turquoise blue eyes that seemed to glitter and 
sparkle as if lit with an inner fire all their own, a cream-white complexion 
that emphasized her carnation-pink cheeks and rosy young lips, and a pert, 
turned-up nose. There was a quality about her, a radiant innocence that was 
mixed with something else. 

Gray found himself trying to define exactly what that something else was, to 
pinpoint the elusive quality that made the pretty youngster the center of 
rapt attention wherever she went. And it wasn't only because she was his 
daughter. 

Then, in a flash of revelation, he knew exactly what it was. 

Sensual, he mused. There's no question about it. Candy Collins, you are a 
sexy little girl! My little girl! 

"You know, Candy, you look an awfully lot like your mother." 

"Oh really?" Candy giggled, shrugging her shoulders. "People say that all 
the time." It was then Gray noticed that his eleven year old daughter was 
wearing a training bra. That made him feel old .. . not even dirty, just 
old. 

When he'd gone to meet Candy at the TWA gate, non-stop from New York, he'd 
expected to meet a lanky, stringy haired little girl carrying a Teddy Bear 
and chewing gum. But here she was, teasing him for sips of his wine and 
wearing a training bra. 

"I hope you won't feel crowded living in my apartment, honey. If I'd had 
more time, I could have rented a bigger place while you're here visiting me 
.. ." 

Candy looked up at her father, staring him straight in the eye. "Oh, Mommy 
hadn't really planned on going off with Big Jim-that's the name of her 
latest boy friend. They went to London 'cause Big Jim's gonna cut an album 
there. He plays the drums ..." 

"Oh?" Now I know why I divorced that woman, mused Gray Collins. Christ, a 
thirty eight year old woman running around with rock n roll musicians, 
dumping her kid off for a couple of months. He shook his head. Christine 
hadn't changed a bit... except to get crazier. Suddenly he felt guilty for 
not being more of a father to his little girl; but it was hard when you live 
three thousand miles away. "We'll have a good time, honey. I promise." Gray 
picked up the menu. "What would you like to eat? ... anything .. . the world 
is yours ..." 

Oh, little girl, I sure wish it was. That damned gypsy hit the nail on the 
head. Financial problems is a nice way of saying goddamned near bankrupt'. 
But don't let Candy know about that.; . don't, let her know . .. 

"I'm so glad I'm going to be living with you for a while, Daddy," she said, 
beaming up at him over the top of the menu. 

"I'm glad too, Candy." Gray had been amazed, seeing her that day, how 
physically mature his Candy was. Even in her ruffled sundress, she seemed as 
much young lady as little girl, and he hadn't failed to notice that her firm 
young breasts were remarkably mature for her age, two little pear-like 
mounds that pushed eagerly against the snug material of her dress. She stood 
nearly five feet tall, and there was no unmistakable curves in her young 
hips and the smooth lines of her tapered legs. The youngster smiled again, 
and her father was surprised to feel, his long thick cock begin to stir with 
a faint throb of excitement in the crotch of his Brooks' Brothers suit 
pants. 

Gray, he cautioned himself as they scanned the menu on their separate sides 
of the table, you'd better keep cool. After all, this isn't some sex-hungry 
little Lolita, this is an eleven year old girl. Your daughter, for Christ's 
sake. You're strictly Daddy Gray, aren't you? 

Then she ran the sole of her patent leather shoe up and down his shin bone. 
"Oh, Daddy! We're gonna have so much fun together!" 

No matter how Gray tried to ignore it, his penis was aching with a strange 
pulsating warmth. Later in the car driving out toward his Beverly Hills 
condominium, the girl snuggled up close against her father as he drove. "Do 
you really love me, Daddy?" 

"Yes, honey. You know I do. And do you love me?" 

"Oh yes! I've always loved you!" 

Gray Collins laughed lightly, pleased at her charming manner. Just a chip 
off the old block, he thought. She might have inherited her old lady's 
looks, but she sure as hell got the old man's charm. Little devil. . . 

His daughter squeezed his arm and snuggled even closer to him in the front 
seat of his Mercury Cougar. 

The young girl sat in the car seat, leaning happily against her father's 
arm, and watched the sumptuous mansions of North Hollywood Hills breeze by 
as they drove down the trafficless street. Going to live with her father was 
the happiest thing that had happened since the first time she'd let a boy 
kiss her. He was so handsome, her daddy was, with his tall physique and his 
dark hair with the streaks of silver in it. And his pointed mustache. She 
liked that best of all. Some of her mother's boyfriends had mustaches, but 
most of them had long hair, real long hair that always looked mussed. In 
comparison, her Daddy was a prince. 

She was sure there wasn't anyone in the whole world as good looking as her 
Daddy. Many times in the past seven years after her parents had gotten a 
divorce, she had dreamed about her father ... strange dreams, in which he 
would play with her. Strange games. Then she would suddenly turn much older, 
and he would turn much younger until they were about the same age, and then 
they would ride off on a magic carpet ... high in the sky where the clouds 
were just beginning to form. And her father would kiss her and make her all 
tingly and excited inside. It was so strange. She didn't understand why she 
felt that way, but she liked him a lot. Especially when he kissed her, and 
his hard muscular body was pressed against hers. Of course, it had all been 
just a dream before. But now, here she was pressed against him in the car 
and was actually going to live with him. Not just visit as she'd done a 
couple of years ago, but live! It made her feel wonderful. 

Candy clung warmly to her father's arm, and was delighted to feel her slim 
young body begin to tingle just like in the dreams. And she felt funny down 
there, deep inside her, in the place her mother had called a vagina. That 
day when she had had her first discovery of her womanhood, her mother had 
called it that. And now it felt so funny, almost a little ... wet. But it 
was nice feeling, a lovely feeling. 

"Here we are, Candy. This is where Daddy lives." Gray pulled up in front of 
a pretty, four story apartment house built of a dark wood. "This is your new 
home. Welcome home, Baby." 

"Oh! It's so pretty! Not at all like that dingy apartment house me and Mommy 
live in in Greenwich Village ... yech!" And suddenly she leaned up and 
kissed him warmly. On the lips. 

 Chapter Two 

When Gray Collins had first gotten the call from Catherine his ex-wife, 
asking him to take Candy for a couple of months while she buzzed off to 
London with her latest boy friend, he had had a number of misgivings. Not 
the least of which was his financial situation. 

That bangled gypsy had hit it, all right. Gray knew the proverbial ups and 
downs of the agent business. Some months he'd hit a bonanza ... the next 
month zero. In the end it would all balance out.. -. one positive for one 
negative. That's the way the universe kept itself in order, wasn't it? One 
good for every bad. 

Things had to pick up pretty soon, or he'd be out there with the panhandlers 
on the strip, begging for a nickel or dime. 

The problem was with the entertainment business and the swing towards 
nudity. Christ! 

That's all you saw on stage these days! 

Television, magazines! Tits and ass, tits and ass. .. just bodies, no 
talent. And Gray Collins had sworn, when he started this crazy business as 
agent, that he wouldn't stoop to finding cheap sex parts for his actors and 
models. 

Nor would any of his actors consent to it ... Most of whom had studied at 
ACT in San Francisco or spent years struggling in New York's Broadway to 
build an image for themselves. 

But he was getting desperate. The wolf was at the door. Two months behind on 
rent, car payment due, not to mention child support and the answering 
service. It was mounting fast, and he was sinking fast... 

So it was a bittersweet message from Catherine saying Candy would join him 
soon. Now, after a week of life with the radiant youngster, he found that 
she enhanced his life beyond measure. Her cheerfulness, her intelligence and 
wiliness, kept him on his toes. Gray was growing more and more attached to 
her, even ... though it shocked him to admit it ... somewhat physically 
attracted to her. There was an unconscious maturity about her that was 
unnerving, and when she came racing in to his bedroom in the mo'rning 
dressed in a Tee shirt and tight jeans, jumped on top of him and kissed him 
eagerly, imploring him to get up, he had more than once had to conceal the 
aching erection her innocent actions produced in his responsive penis. 

Christ, you're such a dirty old man! Gray mused to himself. What's going to 
happen when she gets older? How will you keep your hands off of her then? He 
knew Catherine was a progressive woman ... downright wanton and too liberal 
at times ... and had raised her in an atmosphere of freedom, never hiding 
marijuana from Candy, or denying her a sip of wine. Apparently Catherine had 
given her a straightforward introduction to sex, explaining male and female 
sex parts and the funcion of sensuality, although, of course, the girl was 
completely innocent. She had often talked, during that first week, about 
what makes boys different from girls, and that she thought love had to be 
the most wonderful thing in the world. It made the jaded older man want to 
protect her, keep her safe from the debauchery and corruption that was 
rampant in Hollywood. Hell, Candy would probably think I was the most 
oversexed man in the world if she ever found out about how I go out with a 
different girl almost every week. 

It was around eleven o'clock now, and Gray decided it was time for a drink. 
He slapped shut the manilla folder, the one marked "Bills ... Current" and 
headed for the kitchen to fix himself a Scotch on the rocks. He carried the 
extra strong drink to the couch and sat down, trying to relax and ease his 
mind of his financial worries. The liquor felt good coursing down his 
throat, and his muscular body began to unwind at last. He had begun to 
notice that the constant contact with the gorgeous-assed models and 
actresses he saw everyday was beginning to have an extremely stimulating 
effect on him sexually, and he found himself quite often getting aroused at 
the slightest provocation ... a bra ad on TV, a clean, even tan on a woman's 
back. Now, sipping slowly on his drink in the Danish modern living room, his 
genitals began to pulse softly in the crotch of his snug trousers. Gray 
leaned back against the couch, still sipping his drink, and feeling 
strangely at odds with himself. It was frustrating to be tormented by money 
problems on the one hand and by the insistent warmth of unreleased sexualtiy 
that wound through his wiry body with serpentine suggestiveness. It was too 
late to call up Mollie, his latest girl friend, and besides, he had to get 
up early tomorrow morning to go talk to his banker. 

He realized, too, that he couldn't leave because of Candy. Candy, sweet 
Candy. How strange that she should come into his life now... after what the 
gypsy had said. It was absurd, just an coincidence, and an intrusion on his 
routine sex life, but yet ... she was so radiantly pretty, so charming, and 
precocious well beyond her years, that somehow, he wished he could keep her 
forever. 

It was worth the trouble just to have her around to brighten things up a 
little bit. His mind, clouded with alcohol, began to center on her 
curvaceous little body ... the way her surprisingly ample young breasts 
thrust outward against her thin jersey blouses, the tiny little waist, the 
delightful curves of her young maturing hips just beginning to swell into 
maturity. He recalled the strange way she had of smiling at him, a 
disturbing smile combining the innocence of childhood and the sly 
seductiveness of a mature woman. Sometimes when she smiled like that, he had 
the irresistible impulse to grab her in his arms and cover her lithe little 
body with warm kisses. But he couldn't. It would break every moral taboo 
known to man. 

Draining the last of his drink, he got up, switched off the bedroom lights 
and walked down the hall to his bedroom. He paused momentarily to glance 
inside Candy's room (he had moved his office out of the spare bedroom and 
into the living room, making room for a private bedroom for his little girl) 
and smiled warmly. She was sleeping like a cherub, her shining blonde hair 
cascading across the pillow, her eyes closed in peaceful slumber. Despite 
himself, he felt his cock lurch in excitement to see her sprawled so 
innocently, yet somehow so seductively, in her white lacey nightgown on the 
bed. Laughing at his own reaction, he closed the door to her bedroom and 
went inside his bedroom. Moments later, he was stripped naked and lay 
beneath a single sheet, listening to the far away traffic. 

He was just drifting off to sleep when a car outside his window back-fired, 
sounding suspiciously like a gun shot. It crackled in the night. 

Christ, it sounded like a machine gun, he muttered to himself as he settled 
back against the pillow. A few seconds later, he lay : absolutely still as 
he heard the door to his" room open very slowly. 

"Who is it?" he whispered into the darkness. Immediately someone slipped 
into the wide bed beside him under the sheet. 

"It's me, Daddy! Candy." She clung tightly to his naked body. "I'm scared. I 
heard that gun shot." Her Voice was small and nervous, and she clutched her 
hands around Gray's thickly muscled chest, crushing her golden haired head 
tightly against . him, shaking with fear. Instinctively her father embraced 
her and tried to calm her anxieties, although he realized he was completely 
naked and only Candy's thin cotton nightgown separated his flesh from hers. 

"It was just a car, honey. Backfiring..." 

"Oh," she clung tighter. "It was so scary ... like in the Village sometimes 
people get shot in the streets and the ambulances come and the cops ... and 
oh, I hate to hear loud noises like that." 

Candy held her father's body tightly, and gradually her fear began to 
diminish. As it did, she began to realize that she was now actually 
clingling to her father's naked body, and the thought made her thrill with 
childlike happiness. It was just like the dreams coming true. Soon they 
would ride off on a magic carpet. 

"Ah, Candace Jean . .." Gray whispered as the nubile girl wriggled happily 
against him, her slim pelvis pressing warmly against his genitals through 
the flimsy nightie. "I'm not dressed, honey. You shouldn't be here in 
Daddy's bed when he's not dressed." 

"Why?" she asked innocently. How could it be wrong to be with him like this? 
He was such a wonderful father, and it gave her such a wonderful tingly 
feeling to be so close to him on such a scary night. "Why is it wrong?" 

"Honey ... Daddy's not dressed ..." 

"But sometimes I stayed with Mommy and her boy friends when they weren't 
dressed. Why can't I stay with you?" 

Gray realized that Catherine had raised her daughter to be liberal, so that 
she apparently saw nothing wrong with being with him under similar 
circumstances. She was wriggling against him now, and involuntarily his 
thick penis began to stiffen with excitement. He became nervous, sweaty, 
unsure of how to handle the situation. He didn't just want to push her away, 
but still he had to put a stop to this, didn't he? Christ, his cock was 
already nearly fully erect. This was madness, pure madness. 

"Candy, it's different with me... I'm your real father." 

"But I love you! Oh, please don't make me get back to my bed!" 

She snuggled even tighter to him, writhing her slim young form in an 
unconsciously provocative way so that her hips pressed almost lewdly against 
his steadily rising flesh. The dark haired man found himself struggling to 
resist the impulse to begin kissing the eleven year old girl, to give full 
vent to the steadily rising surge of passion that churned in his loins. A 
light sweat broke out on his forehead, and his head thudded on his chest. 
God, she was so beautiful, so lovely, he ached to hold her tight and to kiss 
her. Suddenly the girl began to kiss him on the cheek, then on the neck and 
shoulders, with irresistible girlish affection. As she wriggled eagerly, the 
cotton nightie began to bunch up over her tight young buttocks so that, 
after a few moments, her warm naked loins were completely exposed and 
pressing hotly against the stiffening thickness of his cock. Her father was 
nearly exploding with desire now, and struggling still to put a stop to the 
situation for once and for all, yet he couldn't, he couldn't! 

"Oh, Daddy," she said suddenly, giggling sweetly, "your penis is so hard!" 

"Candace, where did you hear that word?" 

"Mommy taught me all about the penis and vagina," she said, "and how a boy 
and a girl love each other with them, and if they want, they can even make 
babies. Yours is so big, Daddy, and so nice and warm." 

Playfully she scrambled down and began to play with Gray's wildly jerking 
cock and her slim little hands, exploring it with childish curiosity. 
Although everything in her father's brain was pleading with him to stop her, 
he couldn't. He had never felt such thrilling excitement as he did now, with 
the beautiful youngster playing so innocently with his rigid cock. His 
alcohol-clouded brain refused to allow him to make the gesture of refusal 
that would send the golden-haired little Venus out of his room to her own 
bed. Suddenly a shock of electric passion soared through him as Candy began 
to cover his lurching penis with warm kisses. 

Gray couldn't believe it was happening, or that any little girl could be so 
blissfully innocent about sexuality. But it was real, incredibly real. Candy 
was a miracle of untouched naivete, unashamed about anything sensual, 
delighted to be able to convey her love for her father by playing with his 
genitals. 

"Candace Jean . . . no, no you mustn't . . ." he managed at last. 

But the little blonde girl didn't hear him at all, for she was burrowed 
beneath the covers eagerly kissing and licking his lust hardened cock as 
though it were a lollipop. Soon she stopped momentarily, threw back the 
sheet and quickly took off her nightie. 

"It's too hot to wear this old thing," she said giggling again. "Oh, Daddy, 
this is so much fun." 

How could he stop her? How could he tell her that what she did in playful 
naivete would be considered by some to be the most shameful of degradations! 
How could he spoil her simple delight by naming it corrupt? He couldn't. And 
besides, he was savagely aroused by her playful activity, and his hotly 
lurching cock hadn't felt so alive since his first lay. She made him feel 
the way he had in the past when he had first discovered women. 

Then all at once the eleven year old beauty was completely naked and she 
threw herself on top of his lean, muscular frame with giddy abandon. She 
began to writhe against her father's muscular body, while her own young form 
was churning with newly awakened sensual delight. The young blonde had no 
way of making a moral judgement of what she did. She only knew she felt 
wonderful! Every part of her slim young body was throbbing with delight, and 
she couldn't hug her handsome father tight enough or hard enough ... oh, she 
wanted to climb right inside of him if she could! She pressed hard against 
him, her little hips rotating eagerly in a gentle screwing motion, and 
slowly she began to slide downward until she felt the tip of her father's 
eagerly erect penis press against the softly curled triangle of her virginal 
pussy. 

Gray gasped as he realized that his unwittingly brazen daughter had 
positioned herself so that his enormous cock was right at the entrance to 
her tight little cunt. Up until now he had refused to stop her playful 
activity, but now he had to! It couldn't go on from here. Yet, for some 
unknown, inexplicable reason, he was paralyzed. His own body drove him 
nearly out of his mind with pleasure. Suddenly he reached up and enveloped 
Candy's silky little form in his arms, thrilling to the texture of her 
youthful skin, his cock lurching wildly as if it wanted to lunge up inside 
of her untouched little cunt. Oh God, imagine how it would feel, so small, 
so tight, so young ... 

Candy was breathing faster and faster now, and her little heart pounded in 
her chest as her beloved father began to stroke her slender body with his 
wide warm hands. Oh, how delicious it was, and how hot she felt, down there 
... in her cunt... it was almost as if her cunt was crying, it felt so moist 
and good. Her father's enormous hot penis was right there, right near the 
entrance. She remembered how her Mommy had told her about how a boy and girl 
could love each other. She wanted to love her daddy, she wanted to love him 
in the worst way. 

Suddenly, she began to grind her pelvis downward pressing against the big 
tip of his penis, pressing harder and harder against the thin little 
membrane of her hymen until finally she felt a sting of pain as the thickly 
pulsing shaft penetrated inside. 

"Ohhhhh," she moaned softly. She knew she didn't have to be afraid, her 
Mommy had told her what would happen the first time. She was so glad it was 
her daddy, too. Because she loved him so much. 

Gray gasped in shock as he realized that his blood swollen cock head had 
penetrated his virginal eleven year old daughter's tender cunt and was 
buried just inside of the tight little ring at the entrance. Christ, she was 
so wet inside, so warm and wet. Surely he couldn't go all the way in, surely 
she wouldn't be able to take him up inside her tender little belly. But 
involuntarily he flicked his hips upward slightly, and sure enough his 
hugely swollen penis traveled farther up inside the virginally tight 
passage. He was gentle, quite gentle, but hypnotically could not keep 
himself from going deeper and deeper. 

Candy could scarcely believe the overwhelming excitement she felt as her 
father's massively swollen penis began to travel up inside of her. It was so 
big, so alive, it was like having a person moving up inside of her. It hurt 
a little bit, but she didn't mind at all because of the other feelings ... 
the warm wet feelings in her trembling belly, the little ripples of delight 
that made her feel like she was covered from head to foot with Stardust. Oh, 
it was wonderful. Wonderful! 

Gray was nearly delirious with excitement now as he continued to burrow 
slowly up into her wetly throbbing young pussy. Jesus, she was taking his 
cock without a whimper, in fact she seemed to love it, for she wriggled down 
against him eagerly trying to draw him even further up into her. Torrents of 
animal excitement raced through his lean, hard body as he thrust his hips 
upward, inching his hotly inflated cock deeper and deeper into her wriggling 
little cunt. And finally, miraculously, it was all the way in. His huge 
blood filled cock head touched the trembling wall of her cervix, and as it 
did, a jolt of electric energy seemed to tear through Gray's hotly aroused 
frame. 

Without hesitation, he began to instinctively rock up and down, beginning a 
gentle fucking motion up between her slender legs. His desire-stiffened rod 
of flesh slid easily up and down little Candy's rapidly widening cuntal 
interior. It was incredible how easy it was, how readily she relaxed her 
pussy to admit him. She seemed to know exactly what to do, for the golden 
haired youngster began to shimmy up and down in perfect synchronization with 
his upward thrusts, clutching tightly to his shoulders andjnpaning in 
childlike glee. 

"Ohhhhhh," his eleven year old daughter cried, "how nice it feels. OH, I 
love you, Daddy. I want to love you all the time." 

What could a father with his nine inch prick stuck up into his eleven year 
old daughter's naked pussy say? 

He knew that in the morning, during the sobering light of day, he might be 
overwhelmed with remorse at what was happening now, but for the moment he 
was caught inexorably in the extraordinary passion that totally consumed 
him. He had never experienced such incredible pleasure before, never. He 
began to increase his thrusts now, and the two of them were bobbing up and 
down on the bed faster and faster. All the while Candy laughed and moaned in 
complete happiness and ground her young little pussy down harder on his 
upward thrusting penis. 

"Oh, God," Gray cried out as his entire body trembled with almost barbaric 
pleasure. "Oh, God, Candy ... Candy .... CANDY'." 

Utterly enchanted that she could make her own father so happy, his daughter 
began to bounce up and down with increased abandon, stretching her slender 
young legs wide on either side of his so that he could enter her easily. His 
massive penis felt like a huge hot log coming up inside of her, and nothing 
had ever made the youngster feel so blissfully happy. Her loins were 
throbbing with a thrilling, hot sensation that she had never felt before in 
her entire life, and she mewled with utter, uninhibited pleasure. Soon 
something else began to happen, too. 

Her eagerly stretched cuntal depths began to explode as if someone was 
setting off cotton-candy fireworks inside! She wanted it to go on forever, 
foreverJ She found that by bouncing up and down even harder on his rapidly 
lunging pillar of flesh, she could make the explosions come quicker and 
quicker. She was cumming! Although she didn't know the word, she did know 
that she felt like she was inside of a warm, rushing waterfall. Her entire 
body was pulsing with the most wonderful feelings ever! She was cumming! 

Beneath her, her dark haired father began to groan as he felt his hotly 
swollen balls begin to churn with the approach of orgasm. His lust heated 
semen began to gather in his testicles and he increased the frantic tempo of 
his upward lunges, driving hard into his little girl's wetly stretched 
little cunt. An agonizing, aching sensation began to burst through his 
loins, and in the next second his scalding cum began to shoot upward until 
it travelled the full length of his insanely jerking cock and gushed thickly 
through the tiny slit in his cock head, burying itself deep into his blonde 
haired daughter's hotly convulsing little belly. 

"Ohhhhhh!" Candy cried in delight, as she felt herself suddenly being filled 
by the warm seething wetness. This was the best part of all! The fireworks, 
more' fireworks, exploding inside of her! Coming from her father's wonderful 
penis! Oh, how she loved him! 

"GGGGGRRRNNNN," Gray groaned, heaving upwards like a primitive savage and 
gushing his thick male cum up into her with the force of a flooding oil 
well. Christ, nothing had ever felt so incredibly good as this! He was 
cumming into the virginal cunt of his own eleven year old daughter, and he 
loved it! Loved it! 

On and on the torrential orgasm came, until finally, drained and exhausted, 
his thrusting motions came to a slow stop. Finally they lay together on the 
bed, little Candy sprawled happily on top of her father's warm and naked 
body, bathed in a pleasant glow from head to foot. For a long time there was 
no sound but their soft breathing, and of distant traffic. 

"Daddy," Candy said at long last. "I love you." 

"I love you too, honey," he replied, although his mind was troubled with the 
immorality of what had taken place. Yet, no matter how he chastized himself 
for deflowering his own daughter, he also had to admit that had given him a 
more fulfilling sense of total pleasure. "But you must never tell anyone 
about this, Candace. People might not understand . . . especially your 
mother. It's got to be our secret." 

"Oh, I like secrets!" she replied happily. "I won't tell anybody. I'd do 
anything for you, Daddy!" 

"You would, huh? You ought to be an actress, you know that?" 

"Oh, I'd love to be on stage," she said, slipping off of his body and 
cuddling up next to him on the wide bed. "In fact, we used to put on shows 
for each other back in New York ..." 

"Who?" 

"My friends and me." 

"What kinds of shows?" Gray reached over to the night table next to the bed 
and got a cigarette. Lighting it, he lay back on the bed, while Candy 
playfully stroked the curling tangle of hairs on his chest. 

"We'd dress up in costumes and then take all of our clothes off and dance 
around the stage. It was lots of fun." 

"You did that?"" he exhaled the smoke heavily. 

"Sure, but we haven't done it for awhile. I miss it. I like to be up on a 
stage and have people look at me. Mommy says I'm an exhibitionist, whatever 
that is." She hugged his chest. "Would you like me to put on a show for you 
sometime?" 

"Sure, baby ... anything you like." 

"Oh, good! Just for you, Daddy! 'Cause I love you so much ..." 

"Now you just sit there, Daddy, while I get the stage ready." Candy ran off 
to the kitchen and came back with an eight ounce tumbler of Scotch ... with 
very few rocks. "Here ... this will get you in the mood!" 

Gray Collins, took his assigned seat, a kitchen chair, outside of Candy's 
bedroom door and sipped the liquor. What a kid! he thought to himself. What 
a hell of a kid. .. putting on a show for her old man like this. Gray 
glanced at his digital watch, slightly perturbed that Candy was taking up 
his evening; he'd arranged to meet Sandra ... one of his occasional dates 
... at nine thirty. Now it was eight o'clock already and a full half hour 
drive downtown LA even if the traffic was in your favor. 

But when Candy had handed him the handwritten invitation to her show this 
morning at the breakfast table, how could he refuse? Christ, it would have 
broken the kid's heart, he thought. Then, too, Candy was more entertaining 
than all of Hollywood. 

Slowly; the door opened and Candy, dressed in a long, baby-pink nightgown, 
thin and translucent, came out from behind the door. Her shimmering blonde 
hair was tied back with a white bow and fell behind her back in a cascading 
pony tail. Gray murmured in surprise when he saw her, for her angelic face, 
tinged with a slight bit of makeup was ravishingly beautiful. Her turquoise 
eyes shone and glittered, and the cream-white of her complexion, the 
rosiness of her cheeks and full young lips, made her a vision of nearly 
unbelievable loveliness. 

Candy tiptoed to the bed, as if hiding something, and she clutched some 
garments in her hands. She hurried to the bed, then, checked behind her to 
make sure her father was watching. Then she placed the garments on the bed 
and stood in front of the full length mirror on the closet door, examining 
herself with the total assurance of an accomplished actress. 

Then Candy strolled with an arrogant gait over to the desk that had been 
shoved in the corner and turned on the small, portable stereo. A low droning 
electric guitar whined from the speakers, music that seemed to bridge a gap 
in years from the purity of Candy's pink nightie to the raucous confusing 
sounds of approaching adolescence. 

Gray, a-born director at heart, recognized this subtle transition instantly; 
he sat back, grinning at his child's ingenuity and took a deep sip of his 
drink. He watched as Candy went back to the bed and picked up the garments . 
.. black lacy brassiere and matching panties, leaving her father to wonder 
where she had bought them. She smiled mischievously at her father, and with 
a strange mixture of girlishness and feminine mystery, she put the lacy 
garments back on the bed and began to undo the buttons of her demure 
nightie. Slowly, she opened the front of it, exposing bit by bit her naked 
young body beneath. Gray began to breathe faster and faster as he caught 
glimpses of her milk white skin exposed lower and lower as she undid each 
button. With tantalizing slowness she lowered the nightgown from her soft 
curving shoulders and let it slide down over her arms until her firmly 
upthrust young budding breasts were completely naked. 

There was an audible intake of breath in the hallway where the sole one-man 
audience caught sight of his daughter's quivering young breasts, two smooth 
pear-shaped mounds, pinkish white in color with darker areolas in the 
center. On exposure to the air, the little buds of her nipples began to 
contract, tightening visibly into hard little peaks. 

Candy was a real piece of work. Not even the greatest artist in the world 
could have produced the naive beauty that pervaded the blonde teenager and 
the authentic quality of pre-adolescent charm that radiated from her lithe 
young body. The eleven year old girl thrilled to hear the enraptured 
response from her father as she began to expose her nakedly gleaming body. 
It was exciting to be an actress? just like a real Hollywood star ... even 
if it was only make-believe and there was only one person in her audience. 
Her body felt all goose-pimply and tingly, almost like it did when they were 
snuggled up close together in bed. She knew she was going to enjoy this 
game, and she hoped her father would like it too. With a little wriggle, the 
long pink nightie fell completely from her body and collapsed in a heap 
around her feet. The electric guitar played on .. . 

A low growl of desire rumbled in Gray Collins' throat as his sexy little 
daughter stood totally naked in front of her father. Her surprisingly 
curvaceous young form gleamed with an almost translucent whiteness as she 
stood before him. Gray's gaze traveled to the barely fuzzed vee between her 
slender white columns of her thighs. The blondeness of her just sprouting 
pubic hairs only glistened as a shadow, making her pussy look naked. 

Gray watched transfixed as his daughter walked stark naked across the 
'stage' to pick up a huge furry teddy bear. She embraced it warmly holding 
it close to her sleek young body, then climbed onto the huge bed, surrounded 
by all the pillows Candy could find in the apartment. Still holding her 
teddy bear lovingly, she lay back on the bed and began to wriggle happily 
with it, rubbing the lifeless toy animal all over her nakedly glistening 
young body. 

Unexpectedly, she pushed the bear's face down between her legs and rubbed it 
into the pinkish slit of her tight little pussy. Gray gasped and groaned in 
pleasure straining to catch his first glimpse of her naked young cunt. The 
Weight of Gray Collins' financial concerns seemed to lift like magic from 
his shoulders as Candy continued to writhe sensually on the bed with the 
teddy bear's face pressed hotly in her youthful little cunt. 

Candy pulled the bear away, and for the first time Gray could see, naked and 
in full view, the faintly pulsing slit of his eleven year old daughter's 
pussy. His eyes zoomed in hungrily on her tender cuntal softness and low 
moans of rapid arousal could be heard coming from the hallway. The youngster 
looked at the stuffed animal with a sad expression on her face, and then 
suddenly flung it away, as if, with that one gesture, she was turning her 
back on the innocence of childhood. Then, after a sorrowful glance at the 
bear, she once more picked up the flimsy underwear she had brought with her 
into the room, examining it with curious interest, turning the soft, black 
lacy material over and over in her hands. The electric guitar music began a 
strain of hard, raucous rock and roll. 

Candy's eyes began to flash now, with a strange, almost erotic excitement, 
as she walked, with the flimsy brassiere in her hand, to the front of the 
mirror. Carefully she began to put the garment on, hooking it behind her 
back, until her fully-fleshed young buds stood out haughtily, encased by the 
tight black lace of the brassiere. The effect was galvanic, and the one-man 
audience was quick to respond. 

Gray Collins' daughter was transformed into a voluptuous vision of feminine 
allure. The combination of the brassiere and her innocent features sombined 
in an uncanny fashion, creating an image of astounding sensuality. Quickly, 
then, Candy darted back to the bed, breathing with youthful excitement, and 
picked up the soft black nylon panties. Holding them with trembling fingers, 
she ran back to the mirror, and stepped carefully into the panties, then 
began to wriggle them slowly and provocatively up her tapered white legs 
finally pulling the brief bikini garment up around her hips. Stepping back, 
she appraised herself in the mirror, her eyes shining with delight, Gray was 
stunned by what he saw, and when Candy reached back and undid the ribbon on 
her hair, letting her shimmering mane of blonde locks fall carelessly down 
her back, a murmur of lust rippled through the hallway. The pounding rock 
music began to speed now, and Candy began to dance, gyrating her slender 
loins in an incredible combination of innocent enthusiasm and shocking 
lewdness, all the while watching the mirror, allowing her father to see two 
views of her sensually gyrating form, a stunning double image of lurid 
suggestiveness. 

Gray Collins smiled in complete awe. It was incredible the way his eleven 
year old daughter could command presence on stage! Candy was carrying off 
her act in magnificent fashion, never faltering once, totally enveloped in 
her little world of sexual make-believe. Her father found himself responding 
with as much excitement as any stranger would, and his massive cock jerked 
against his tight fitting continental slacks in full, lurching erection. His 
body was throbbing with potent arousal, and he quickly reached down, 
unzipped his fly, and withdrew the desperately aching rod of flesh. Christ, 
he couldn't help itl It was either take it out, or let it explode in his 
recently dry-cleaned pants! He watched his dancing and writhing little girl 
and slowly he began to jerk his massively inflated cock up and down, as much 
mesmerized by his daughter's lewd actions as anyone could be. 

"Onstage', Candy herself became more and more excited as she writhed and 
rotated her slender form in front of the sexually frenzied father. Her sleek 
little body was growing hotter by the minute, and a light film of 
perspiration began to break out on her gleaming white skin. The interior of 
her panty-clad loins was churning with a delicious wetness as she danced, 
and soon she was feverish with adolescent excitement. 

Suddenly, she reached behind her and unhooked the clasp of her brassiere, 
tossing the lacy garment away. For a moment, her thrusting young mounds 
jiggled as she wiggled lewdly, then she reached up with her hands and began 
to rub her pointy little nubs hungrily, her eyes half closed in sensual 
rapture. Sliding her palms down over her naked abdomen with an expertise 
that would have made a stripper proud, she inserted her little fingers in 
the tight waistband of her black lace panties and began to pull the fragile 
triangle down her tapering legs. Stepping out of them, she continued to 
dance in a frenzied manner while the rock music increased its tempo to an 
almost savage beat. She slid her hands up and down the sides of her hotly 
throbbing young body, rubbing her hips, her thighs, her breasts with mad 
fervor. Then she clambered once again onto the bed. 

Gray was delirious with excitement now. 

Christ, how he wanted to fuck her! He watched greedily as his daughter began 
to stroke her inner thighs, her hands drawing closer and closer to the 
glistening flesh of her nakedly pulsating cuntal slit. An electric shock of 
excitement ran through Gray as Candy began to rub her little clitoris with 
her fingers, arousing it, making it hard, and driving herself to incredible 
heights of sensual excitement. 

Gray jerked frantically at his thickly swollen penis, hot body rippling with 
savage sexual energy. He watched with astonished eyes as his young daughter 
suddenly plunged two fingers up into the hotly seeping entrance to her 
cuntal interior. The youngster was moaning incoherently now, obviously 
completely in the thrall of her self-induced torrent of desire. 

Candy drove her fingers upwards into the passion-drenched interior of her 
pussy, plunging them slowly in and out, just the way her Daddy had done to 
her several times in the last couple of days since she had first made love 
to him. She couldn't believe how wonderful it felt, like being adrift in a 
surging ocean of feathers; a sweet radiance blazed in her loins and radiated 
outwards to every part of her sensually splayed young body. Her eyes rolled 
upwards in her head as torrents of passion roared through her aroused frame 
and she tossed her head from side to side, her blonde hair flying in every 
direction. On and on, she drove her frantic fingers upwards into the blazing 
wet walls of her adolescent cuntal flesh while her father watched. 

"Unnnnnnnnggghhh," the blonde girl cried out, her melodious voice 
penetrating even the primitive beat of the rock music on the stereo. 
"OHHHHHH!" 

She was cumming, cumming rampantly, and Gray knew it. He was aroused beyond 
measure by the sight of his eleven year old daughter wriggling and thrashing 
in the throes of her orgasm, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of 
her rigid little fingers thrusting madly up inside her wetly secreting pussy 
flesh. 

Gray Collins could no longer control his own thickly churning seed. His 
swollen balls, tightly hidden in his trousers, pulsed like jungle drums as 
his moment of climax neared. And suddenly he was there! A thick white 
eruption of semen squirted from his hand-jerked penis and spurted into his 
handkerchief. He grunted like a barbarian as his wildy pumping cock emitted 
gush after gush of scalding male cum, while his young daughter whimpered 
luridly in the grips of her own orgasmic release. 

Soon, however, Candy found the dazzling thrills beginning to fade, and she 
lay back on the bed, her drenched little fingers still lingering in her 
warmly throbbing cuntal entrance. She was totally exhausted, and she closed 
her eyes, breathing softly, and let her self-induced passion ebb slowly 
away. 

As the rock music album ended, Candy's groans seemed to fade also. Gray 
wiped his cock clean with the hanky, then stuffed the limp tube of his penis 
back into his continental slacks. He glanced at the bed, and a broad smile 
crossed his face as he watched the naked young form on the bed smile back at 
him shyly. 

"Did you like that, Daddy? Wasn't that fun?" 

"Baby," he replied, "you ought to be on stage. You're a natural." 

"Really!" Candy sat up on the bed. "Can I do it in front of some other 
people then? Some of your friends? Oh, I'd love that... I'd like to have 
everybody in the world watch me! It makes me feel so ... so pretty . .." 

Wheels clicked in Gray Collins' head. It just might work, he thought. At 
least it's worth a try. Things can't get any worse financially. 

Candy jumped off the bed, jubilantly, and ran for her father, arms 
outstretched, ready to hug his neck. "Daddy ... Oh that would be so super!" 
Then her fine features clouded, but only for a moment. "Daddy . .." she 
pouted. "Can I have somebody else play with me on my stage? It would be so 
much better than a teddy bear. Maybe one man and one lady? ... Could we? 
Could we? Oh, please, Daddy!" 

Gray Collins jaw dropped slack. Christ almighty! he thought to himself. Am I 
dreaming? Or is this really my little girl begging me to put her on stage 
with two horny sonofabitches who are gonna fuck her silly! 

"Baby," he began, not quite certain as to how to explain the situation to an 
eleven year old. 

"... Baby, if we do, we're gonna have to find the right person for you. You 
know..." He stroked her long blonde honeyed locks back behind her ear. "... 
somebody who's gonna be gentle with you." He didn't want to make his 
daughter's wishes sound corrupt. Corrupt, hell? Downright wanton was more 
the word. 

"Okay, Daddy. I can't wait! Oh, I'm finally gonna get to be on stage!" Candy 
hugged her father tighter, wriggling her naked buttocks in his lap. 

Gray Collins couldn't hide his smile. It just might be the way out of my 
financial problems, he thought. Christ, I can think of at least a dozen LA 
businessmen who'd love to entertain their clients with something special... 
something outrageously special. .. and businessmen have the bucks.. . 

The unabashed father kissed his daughter oh the cheek. "Honey, you've made 
my day. Your show was spectacular. You stick with Daddy and one day we'll 
see your name in neon lights ..." Gray looked up at an imaginary theatre 
marquee. "Candy Collins . . . dancer, stripper, actress, and comic. . . . 
You'll be another Shirley Temple, honey. A Shirley Temple men like Daddy 
have been waiting for. . !" He kissed her again. "But we have to find you a 
playmate... !" 

 Chapter Four 

"Who's there? ..." Jack Thompson turned down the stereo in the living room 
and peeked through the adjoining kitchen door in time to see his wife 
Carlotta dejectedly throw her shoulder bag on the kitchen table. "Any luck?" 
he wanted to know, looking up from the entertainment section of the Los 
Angeles Times. 

Carlotta, a striking five foot eight inch redhead with a lanky, modelish 
body that could make a bandaid look styhsh, sauntered through the door and 
plopped down on the sofa next to her husband. One by one she kicked off her 
platform shoes. "What do you think?" she asked, shaking her head. 

"You try the studios for standins?" the rugged, muscular looking husband of 
twenty-four asked. 

Carlotta stared off into space. "You know how that goes ... come back 
tomorrow." Her red-tipped fingers reached for and plucked a cigarette from 
her husband's pack in his shirt pocket. "Sometimes I think I was crazy for 
ever dreaming I could be an actress in LA ... at least a serious actress." 
Jack flicked his lighter aflame for her and held it up for his wife to light 
her Camel. 

"Honey, there's nothing serious about LA. You're spoiled ... no Shakespeare 
companies on Hollywood and Vine." The lawyer watched his wife's nostrils 
flare as she drew in the first lungful of smoke and exhale it through her 
nose. Acting was a serious subject with Carlotta, and he knew her nostrils 
weren't flaring just from smoke. Condescendingly, he patted her soft hand 
with his masculine one. "Don't let it get ya down, honey." Leaning over, he 
kissed her on the cheek, staring into her grey, sober eyes. "You don't have 
to work you know. The ol' man hasn't let ya go hungry, ya know ..." 

Carlotta let out a deep breath that sounded like a drowning man's last 
breath of air. "I know. You've been good to me, Jack, but I get all antsy 
sitting around the house all day. Some women aren't made to be housewives, 
and you're stuck with one." 

No, you don't have to work, thought Jack, but maybe it would be good for 
you. Maybe, he brooded, it would take the tension off a little. 

Their young marriage had been a little rocky lately, primarily due to the 
differences that had arisen between them sexually after the blissful early 
days of their relationship. Jack had been in Viet Nam and had had wide and 
varied experiences with women of all kinds, and he knew his way around a 
bedroom. Carlotta, a demure Irish Catholic from Boston, was an 'old 
fashioned' girl. 

That very quality of innocence was exactly what Jack had needed when he came 
back war-ravaged and confused from Viet Nam. Of course, her looks could stop 
traffic, and her face was dynamic. With her blazing red hair and shining 
grey eyes, combined with a kind of wholesome apple-pie face, she could have 
been a washerwoman and he still would have married her. But she wasn't. 
Carlotta was an actress, a serious no-messing-around, 
don't-offer-me-a-part-for-a-quickie-on-your-couch, sort of girl who refused 
to show even her belly button in public. Yet there was something about her 
that was sexy and exciting. 

On their marriage night, he found out that she had had no experience in bed 
whatsoever and was unreasonably frightened of anything except the most 
standard kind of sex play. Teaching her had been fun; it had made Jack feel 
manly. But after a couple of weeks he had begun to demand more sexually from 
his wife. Carlotta refused to give it. That's where the trouble started. 

One arm around his wife, his right hand turning the pages of the 
entertainment section, Jack thumbed through the pink section while Carlotta 
puffed on her cigarette beside him. . 

Suddenly, Jack snapped his fingers and slapped his wife on the knee. "Hey! 
Forgot to tell you. Friend of mine from the office went to a party, you 
know..." Jack wrinkled up his nose. "... one of those typical bullshit orgy 
parties the other night, and said he met a man there who's an agent for 
actors and models." The young lawyer made a clean sweep with his hand. 
"Legit... this man's strictly legit. Handles straight stuff... none of this 
sex crap. I'll give Ted a call and get his name if you want. They exchanged 
cards, I guess." 

Carlotta groaned, showing no enthusiasm. "Well... I guess it doesn't hurt to 
try." 

After a few minutes, Jack Thompson came back from his study and handed his 
wife a scrap of paper with 'Gray Collins' written on it, with his phone 
number. "Give him a call tomorrow... and now, my dear wife, how about 
letting me take you out to dinner?" 

It was late that night when the young couple returned from dinner. Jack was 
feeling a little drunk from the three bottles of wine he'd consumed with his 
fettucini and veal parmigian, and his young wife was annoyed at his 
inebriated state. On the drive back from the restaurant Carlotta had been 
scared to death that Jack would get picked up for drunken driving, the way 
he kept weaving in and out of traffic. She hated to see him drunk... he 
always got so pushy about sex. 

Carlotta stood tapping her foot disapprovingly while she waited outside of 
their apartment door for Jack to find the key. 

"Christ! Don't know what the hell... ah, here .. ." He rummaged around in 
his pockets, then struggled for a half minute trying to fit the odd-shaped 
hunk of metal into that tiny hole. Something sexual in the connotation sent 
him into hysterics. "Kinda like life, isn't it, wifey?" he mumbled. 
"Slippin' it in that littl' hole." 

"Jack, don't talk like that!" 

"It's true," he said, finding that a flick of the wrist opened it easily. 
"You're the prettiest girl in the world and I've had the hots for ya all 
night." 

"Oh, Jack," said Carlotta, blushing a deep rose. "Don't talk dirty .. ." 

"Dirty? Chrissakes, nothin' dirty about wantm' to get loose with yer wife," 
he snapped, his voice slurred with alcohol. 

Carlotta pushed away from him and walked coldly into the living room to turn 
on a lamp. "Sounds cheap. I hate cheap things." 

"Uptight Catholic cunt..." 

"You! You creep!" screamed Carlotta, the tears erupting and trickling down 
her cheeks. "That was a horrible thing to say! Just because I'm not like the 
sluts on the street you think I'm uptight!" 

Seeing his wife cry so pitiably brought the drunken husband up short. He had 
been so tipsy he hadn't realized what he was saying, and the last thing he 
wanted to do was to hurt her feelings. Taking her out to dinner had been a 
gesture to soothe her deflated ego, and now he'd blown it. "Oh, baby. I'm 
sorry." He went over to the sofa, and sat down and took her in his arms. 

"I love ya, honey. You know that." 

Carlotta let herself be drawn into his arms, still shuddering from the 
tears. 

"Please don't cry. I hate to see ya cry." 

The young husband lifted his wife's face up and kissed her warmly, trying to 
ease her mind and make up for his stupidity. His unhappy bride resisted him 
at first, but then, enveloped in the sweet intimacy of his kiss, she gave in 
and began to kiss him back, pressing her pliant lips warmly on his. 

Jack held her tighter, and as their kiss went on he found himself growing 
rapidly excited in their closeness, with her lush young body pressed so 
warmly to his. He could feel his penis stiffen excitedly in the tight 
confines of his trousers, and ripples of lust, enhanced by his drunken 
condition, began to surge through his loins and radiate outwards to every 
part of his swarthy young body. He began to kiss her neck and shoulders and 
to blow little wisps of hot air into her ear. He wanted her tonight, he 
wanted to make love to her as he had never wanted anything in his life. 
Christ, she was so goddamned beautiful. His hands began to travel down her 
back, then up again, snaking between their tightly pressed bodies until they 
came to rest on the wide-set fullness of her breasts beneath the 
snug-fitting yellow jersey dress she wore. 

"Oh, baby," he whispered urgently, "you're so sexy. Let's make love. Let's 
go in the bedroom and make love." 

Carlotta tensed as he said this. There was no reason to refuse him, of 
course, but her Catholic upbringing took hold of her once again, and a chiU 
coursed through her body. It seemed wrong, especially after he had behaved 
so ridiculously tonight. She didn't feel ready. And maybe he would want to 
... to do those things with her, things that made her roundly curving young 
body shudder with apprehension. No, not tonight, it wasn't right. She needed 
time. 

"Jack," she struggled to say. "Jack, I feel strange ... I don't know if I 
can ... I'm so tired . . ." 

Her muscular young husband tried to ignore the feeling of rising resentment 
that began to consume him. She was resisting him again, making a fool out of 
him and denying him his rights as a man. Christ, how long was this going to 
go on? His drink-sodden brain began to reel with anger and frustration, 
while his achingly aroused cock continued to pound in his pants, yearning 
for the release that was long overdue. It had been nearly a week since he'd 
touched her. 

"Carlotta... for God's sake why not? What are you so scared of?" 

"I don't know... Jack. I just don't know. .." 

Her muscular young husband fought down a wave of sudden anger at his 
voluptuous flame-haired wife. There wasn't any point in losing his temper. 
That would only serve to reduce to nothing the slow sexual progress Carlotta 
had been making over the past few months. No, frustrating as it was for him, 
he knew he had to be patient. Besides, she was worth all the time in the 
world. Gazing at her through his drink-fogged eyes, his momentary annoyance 
was transformed into a warm rush of tenderness for his lushly built bride, a 
desire to hold her in his arms and protect her so that she'd realize she 
never had to be afraid of anything again. His thick girthed cock, which had 
subsided at her verbal rejection of his lovemaking, once again began to 
pulse softly in his pants. At the same time, he knew that most of her fears 
were nonsense. Although he'd never studied much psychology, his knowledge of 
women told him that a large part of her resistance was probably just an 
unconscious flirtation. He had long toyed with the idea of some night just 
overriding her objections and taking her, gently but firmly. Watching her 
move lithely around the living room tonight convinced him that maybe this 
was the night. 

Swaying to his feet, the young lawyer once again drew his redhaired bride 
into his arms, and forcing her head backwards over his powerful forearm, 
began showering her face with warm wet kisses. He could feel her haughtily 
thrusting young breasts pressed against his chest, and the pressure of her 
supple femininity against his body filled him with a sense of raw maleness. 
He wanted to take her now, to fuck all the fear and resistance out of her. 
And she'd love it too, he was sure of that, once she realized it was useless 
to fight it, and she was no doing, pushing against his shoulders with her 
tiny manicured hands. 

Ignoring her objections, the hotly aroused husband held her close and 
pressed his lips down on her soft full ones, while with the one hand he 
again began fondling the fullness of her jersey-encased breasts. 

The contact of his lips with hers immediately made Cariotta try even harder 
to wriggle out of his lustily encircling grasp. Did he have to paw her like 
this? And his breath reeked of alcohol! 

"Jack, stop, I told you, I don't want to ..." 

"But I want to," her husband breathed hotly, burying his lips in the silky 
texture of her swanlike neck and letting his tongue snake out over its 
smooth white length, down to the little hollow of her shoulder. 

"I don't care! It's awful like this. And besides, I'm tired. I've had a hard 
day. I told you, oh please, Jack ..." The young wife could feel herself 
becoming angry at what seemed to her to be her husband's inconsiderate and 
unromantic attempts to make love to her. Spoiled and used to having her own 
way, she wasn't used to being thwarted. 

But Jack was past caring now, and was even beginning to relish drunkenly her 
outraged attempts to fend him off. He hadn't had a wrestling match with a 
sexy broad in a long time, and never with his proper, almost inaccessible 
wife. As she struggled against him, he found that her angry resistance only 
served to excite him even more, awakening in him the keen male urge for 
conquest. It was becoming like a game to him, and suddenly, scarcely knowing 
or caring what he was doing because of the effects of all the wine he'd 
drunk, he found himself reaching down, grasping his still struggling wife 
around the knees and lifting her off her feet so that she was slung over his 
shoulders like a sack of flour. For a moment it seemed that he might fall 
over, and Cariotta shrieked in terror as she struggled to maintain her 
balance on his shoulder, the floor swaying ominously far below. 

"Jack put me down!" she demanded. "Have you gone crazy?" 

"Yes," her husband boomed drunkenly in reply. "Crazy with lust. Gonna drag 
you off in the bushes lady and fuck you senseless. Haven't been in a woman 
in two years. Had to fuck trees ..." 

Steadying himself at last, the inebriated young husband began weaving his 
way down the hall toward the bedroom, drunkenly spouting anything that came 
into his head. He felt like he'd been lost in the jungles of Viet Nam and 
was seeing a woman for the first time in years. He was damn near out of his 
mind with unsatisfied desire, and he was going to exercise his marital 
rights tonight and demand the full, potent release that his wife's 
namby-pamby uptightness had denied him for so long. 

Once inside the bedroom, he dumped his now furious young bride 
unceremoniously on the bed, and before she had time to recover from her 
jolting transport down the hall, threw his weight on top of her, grinding 
his lurchingly erect penis hard against the soft pliant flesh of her thighs 
and once again crushing his mouth down on hers, this time forcing her lips 
apart so that his tongue could begin a crude exploration of the interior of 
her dark oral cavern. His hands reached down to the hem of her yellow dress, 
already disarranged, and began inching it upwards until he felt the smooth 
coolness of her naked thighs above the tops of her stockings. Groaning with 
animal passion, induced by the drink and his long frustration, he worked his 
hand under the taut elastic straps of her garter belt and inside the tight 
leg band of her clinging white nylon panties. At the same time his mouth 
found its way downward and closed around the fearfully trembling mounds of 
her breasts, oblivious, in his hunger, to the fact that his defenseless wife 
was still fully dressed. His hand reveled in the tender softness of her 
pubic hair,.and he stroked it hungrily, although his caresses were inhibited 
by the restraints of their clothes and the awkwardness of their positions. 

"Oh, you're getting my dress all dirty ... and it's my favorite one ..." 
Carlotta mewled, tears beginning to rise in her gray eyes. 

"Take it off, then!" 

Reaching behind her, Jack quickly unzipped the zipper all the way, and began 
pulling it roughly off her tapering shoulders. He was about to tear it off 
the low part of her body, too, when Carlotta, anxious to prevent its 
complete destruction, stopped him. Rolling away from him, she slipped it off 
herself, her whole body bristling with anger. With exaggerated slowness, she 
folded it neatly and placed it on a chair. Jack watched her with amusement 
and steadily mounting desire from the bed, unbuttoning his own shirt and 
flinging it aside as he did so. 

"You're so pretty when you're mad, I could eat you up," he teased. "In fact 
... " and he reached out suddenly and grabbed her wrist, pulling her 
awkwardly back onto the bed ... "I think I will!" 

Fumbling, he undid the clasp on the hack of her white lace brassiere, and 
shoved the flimsy material out of the way so that he could bury his face in 
the swaying softness of her opulent, pink tipped breasts, nipping 
voraciously on first one and then the other of the tips. Then, rising to his 
knees, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, easing them down 
over his legs along with his white cotton undershorts, so that the pulsating 
shaft of his blood engorged cock was suddenly revealed to the horrified gaze 
of his disbelieving wife. 

Carlotta was shocked to the depths of her being by her husband's sudden 
crude behavior. He had never treated her like this before, and while a part 
of her secretly was fascinated by his sudden exercise of power and potency, 
it was vastly overridden by her outrage at his lack of concern for her 
feelings. This must be what her mother had meant by her discreet references 
to crude animal passions, and her warnings to Carlotta before her marriage, 
not to enter into an alliance that would be degrading. She closed her eyes 
in distaste to shut out the sight of his blood swollen rigidity and the 
lewdly bobbing sac of his testicles beneath it that swayed against his hairy 
thighs. 

In the next moment, however, her eyes flowed open again as she felt her 
panties being ripped downward over the sensitive flesh of her naked white 
thighs, leaving the astonished bride clad only in her lacy garterbelt and 
dark nylon stockings. Before she could protest, she felt her husband's hands 
on her stocking-clad skin, pushing her legs up and back so that he could 
gaze openly at the glistening pink flesh of her naked cuntal split. 
Suddenly, still holding her legs in this embarrassingly lewd position, he 
dropped down on the bed between her legs and darted his thick wet tongue up 
the full length of her defenseless pussy slit until it found the tiny bud of 
her clitoris and circled it obscenely. 

"Oooooohhhh, stop! Stop, Jack, you know I hate that! It's disgusting..." the 
repressed young wife shrieked as sudden tremors of searing intensity 
richocheted sharply through her nakedly splayed young frame. 

"Relax, baby," Jack commanded, nearly at his wit's end over her continued 
sullen unresponsiveness. "Let yourself enjoy it!" 

But the self-willed young wife was deaf to his order. How dare he treat her 
like a ... a piece of meat! And he knew she couldn't bear even the mention 
of the obscene act he was performing on her. It was horrible, the way it 
made her feel, and she was sure it was terribly sick. They had argued over 
it frequently, and Jack had finally given up talking to her about it, 
hoping, she knew, that she would come to enjoy it in time. 

But she wouldn't. Never! No lady would ever voluntarily lower herself to 
such depraved depths, she was sure of it! She might have to endure his 
drunken love-making ... he was her husband, after all. But she would not let 
him lick and suck her so obscenely down there between her legs ... never! 

Suddenly the furious young wife reached down with both hands and grasped her 
husband's thick curly hair. Scarcely knowing exactly what she was doing, 
only that she had to stop the knifelike sensations that curled through her 
nearly upended body at each lewd lick of Jack's salaciously probing tongue, 
she pulled hard on his dark brown locks, and her husband replied with a howl 
of pain. 

"You goddamn bitch!" he bellowed rising off the bed and staring at her in 
disbelief. "You frigid cunt!" 

"Don't use that kind of language with me, Jack Thompson, I'm not one of the 
whores you're used to associating with!" 

"Shaddup!" Suddenly Carlotta reeled back on the bed in pain, for Jack, 
overwhelmed with blind rage after her unexpected attack, had slapped her 
across the face with his open palm. "I'm goddamn sick and tired of your 
bitchin' and complainin" he slurred drunkenly. "No matter what I do, it's 
never good enough for you. You're too fuckin' lilly white to be touched, 
aren't you? Well, fine, baby, that's just fine. If I can't touch your 
precious Catholic cunt, maybe you can try touching my cock for a change!" He 
was furious now, and past the point of reason. Carlotta had never seen him 
so angry, and the sight of his swaying form lurching above her on the bed 
filled her with regret for her rash act. 

"Jack, Jack, honey, I'm sorry," she whimpered, as he straddled her body with 
his powerful thighs. "I... I didn't mean it!" 

"That's okay, baby, I got the perfect way for you to make it up to me," her 
raging husband replied, grinning coldly at her while his hands reached down 
to circle the lust-knotted shaft of his rock hard cock and the swaying of 
his lust-engorged testicles. 

"What... what do you mean?" Carlotta asked in a trembling voice. 

"I mean, bitch, you're gonna suck my cock. You're gonna take it in your 
mouth and suck on it and lick it until I cum! You'll like it, won't you? You 
won't have to let my nasty old prick near your pure little cunt at all!" 

Carlotta could hardly believe her ears, but as her husband pinned her down 
with his weight, kneeling abover her with the thick rubbery tip of his cock 
head only inches from her face, she suddenly realized that he meant exactly 
what he said. He was going to force her to take his cock into her mouth! The 
unhappy young bride's brain reeled in horror at the idea, and she tried to 
wriggle out of his iron grasp, but Jack seized her long mane of red hair in 
his hand and twisted it cruelly. 

"See? Two can play at that little game, Carlotta! And don't try any funny 
business with your teeth, either." 

Still gripping her hair, he placed his huge bulbous cock head against her 
trembling red lips, and the horrified young bride felt a wave of sickening 
fear go through her as the tiny droplets of pre-cum that glistened on the 
tip smeared wetly onto her skin. Desperately she clamped her lips shut, 
hoping against hope that if she were determined enough, Jack would abandon 
his lewdly degenerate scheme. 

"Open up, or I'll force you to!" the lust-crazed husband snarled, giving 
another vicious wrench to her hair. 

Carlotta shrieked with pain at his violent gesture. Suddenly her ordinarily 
mild mannered spouse had somehow been transformed into a sadistic torturer 
right before her eyes, and she knew instinctively that she had better comply 
with his salacious demands or risk the consequences ... and judging from 
what had already happened, she knew that would not be pleasant. Fighting 
down her shame and fear, she tentatively parted her full sensuous lips to 
receive his lustily throbbing cock. 

"That's more like it," Jack hissed, sliding the tip of his desire-inflamed 
member into the reluctantly proffered portal. 

Carlotta gagged slightly as she tasted the pungent tartness of the male 
fluid that seeped wetly onto her tongue. With all her heart she regretted 
her prim rejection of Jack's earlier, more gentle advances, and she pleaded 
with him with her eyes to stop this cruel oral rape. But one look at his 
lust-distorted features told her that it was too late to plead for mercy. 
Fighting down the hot tears of pain and humiliation, she closed her eyes and 
surrendered. 

To her surprise, once the initial trauma was over, it wasn't as bad as she'd 
thought it would be. At first Jack moved only slightly, rotating his pelvis 
slowly and savoring the warm moist interior of her mouth and the soft 
pressure of her ovalled lips against the sensitive surface of his heatedly 
throbbing cock. With her tongue she could feel the smooth, kind of velvety 
texture of the thickly distended shaft and the sperm-filled ridge that ran 
along the underside of the pillar-like rod. She had just begun to relax 
slightly and feel that perhaps she might be able to endure her awful ordeal 
after all, when Jack's voice jolted her out of her passivity. 

"Lick it," he commanded lewdly, "and suck it, like you really dig it!" 

Shocked by his crude words, Carlotta nonetheless did as she was told. It 
seemed he was going to spare her nothing. He wouldn't even just allow her to 
endure this humiliation passively, but was insisting, with periodic painful 
twists to her hair which he still held in a vise-like grip, that she 
actively participate. 

Soon the ravaged young wife's lips and tongue fell instinctively into a 
gentle sucking and licking motion, and Jack felt hot thrills of 
long-repressed sensuahty course through his powerful frame. 

"Nnnnnnnnggggghhhh," he groaned, throwing his head back in delight. This was 
what he'd needed, needed for months ... a final full release of all his 
pent-up sexual energy. He should have done this a long time ago, pulled her 
down off her fucking pedestal and slapped her silly when she gave him an 
argument. But he'd been too intimidated by her beauty and ladylike reserve 
even to demand his rights as a husband. Well that was over with now. He felt 
like a whole man again at last, as his huge penis sawed in and out of his 
wife's helplessly imprisoned mouth, going deeper and gaining momentum with 
each stroke until he could feel it ramming against the back of her throat 
each time he plunged forward. 

Carlotta gagged again as his mouth-fucking increased in speed and intensity. 
Her whole body tensed with the effort of taking the violently lunging 
instrument into her mouth and throat, and it seemed that she wouldn't be 
able to endure it a moment longer. But soon she found that if she relaxed 
totally and made every effort to keep her throat open and receptive, her 
suffering was minimized. 

And ... and a strange thing seemed to happen, too. Much to her surprise, she 
began to feel darting little tingles of pleasure in the deepest recesses of 
her belly as her husband's lust-driven penis sawed in and out between her 
tightly rounded lips until the whole bed was rocking with the rhythm of his 
strokes. It seemed as though an enormous pressure had been taken away from 
her with this brutal rape. Once the moral issue was taken out of her hands, 
she was suddenly free, free in a way she had never been before, free to ... 
her mind reeled at the thought ... to enjoy what she felt as Jack's muscular 
body rocked to and fro above her, plunging his lust-thickened shaft deeper 
and deeper inside her mouth. To her amazement, her body suddenly seemed to 
be functioning with a will of its own beyond her conscious control. Her 
mouth and tongue began to slide deftly over his thrusting cock, as though 
she'd been doing it all her life. She was even sucking on it greedily, 
hungrily, as though she wanted to drain him of the dregs. Little moans and 
sighs began to rise in her lips, and there was a lewd wet tingling sensation 
up between her legs that was unbearably sweet and tantalizing. Soon, 
scarcely knowing what she was doing, the young redhead had reached up to 
squeeze and knead the sexually tensed flesh of her husband's hard-tensed 
buttocks, something she would never have done voluntarily before. 

"That's it," Jack moaned, delighted at her sudden responsiveness. "Oh baby, 
that's it! Suck me! Ohhhhh suck me!" 

His lewd passion charged words shocked the young wife, but they thrilled her 
also. Incredible as it seemed, even though he was treating her shamefully, 
in a manner inconceivable to her before, like a... a whore, yes that was it 
... she was actually enjoying it! She was writhing helplessly under him, 
sucking on his now furiously plunging penis with all her might, and she was 
reveling in it! 

Before she had time to fully register her amazing discovery, Jack seemed to 
explode in movement, taken to the very verge of orgasm by her deft oral 
manipulations. His penis rammed in and out of her parted oval mouth with 
demonic force, and Carlotta could do nothing except hold onto him 
helplessly, as he groaned with soon-to-be released passion. The sex-crazed 
young husband felt as though an incredible gusher was about to rise out of 
the deep recesses of his tightly pounding testicles. He could feel it 
overtaking him, bringing with it an incredible excitement, like nothing he'd 
felt in all the months of his marriage. 

"Ah ... ah ..... ahhhhhhhhhh!" 

And suddenly he was there! Jets of thick milky sperm erupted from deep in 
his lust-demented loins and into his wife's voraciously sucking mouth. At 
first she thought she would choke from the sudden explosion of his copious 
ejaculation, but soon she was swallowing it down, urged onward by the heated 
pulsing in her own moistly quivering cunt as Jack's male fluids spewed forth 
in a seemingly endless torrent into her receptive oral cavern. 

And then it was over. Exhausted, the muscular young husband slid off his 
wife's body into a heap on the bed beside her. Carlotta lay quiet, almost in 
a state of shock, still tasting the last delicious traces of his semen. For 
a momegf, she seemed bathed in a strange new kind of reality. She looked at 
her husband lying beside her, still breathing heavily from his exertions. 
She also saw her own body, still clad in the stockings, the garter belt, her 
legs splayed wide apart, and she felt the still unsatisfied throbbing in her 
nakedly glistening cunt. 

"Oh ..." she breathed softly. "Oh Jack, how could you? How could you make me 
do a thing like that?" And with an anguished little cry, she leapt up from 
the bed and raced into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her, vowing 
that tomorrow she would call that agent and see if she could get some work. 
Then, when she'd saved enough money, she would divorce Jack. 

Maybe I am being too rash, she told herself, as she brushed her teeth, then 
swoshed a mouthful of Lavoris around in her mouth and spit it out. Oh God, 
but why does he have to treat me like a whore? 

 Chapter Five 

Carlotta Thompson had risen early the next morning to dress, put on her 
make-up and face another day of job hunting. Around ten o'clock she dialed 
Gray Collins', telephone number ... the agent her husband's friend had met 
at a party ... and made an appointment for early that afternoon. 

Perhaps getting involved in finding a job will help me to forget about my 
problems, she thought, maneuvering her way through the heavy, impatient Los 
Angeles traffic as she headed for the North Hollywood address where the 
recommended agent worked out of his home. At the stop light, she closed her 
eyes tightly but momentarily, her brain reeling with confusion and anxiety. 
She was trying, she was trying everything she knew to break through her 
sexual fears of marriage and its inevitable physical responsibilities. But 
it all seemed wrong, even sinful to do the things Jack wanted her to do. 

Deep down inside she knew if she could only unlock the key to her sensual 
self she knew everything would be all right. The problem certainly didn't he 
with her desire for Jack. God, she wanted- him so badly sometimes she ached 
deep inside of her loins, ached with a burning passion to hold his powerful 
body against hers and fly to the heights of desire. She wanted to abandon 
herself totally to his needs, and be the kind of fulfilled and ecstatic wife 
he deserved. Even last night when he had forced her to take his massively 
swollen cock deep in her mouth, she had to admit that for a while, a brief 
while, she had begun to experience an overwhelming, galvanic pleasure. Her 
cuntal interior had begun to pulse wildly with a kind of surging heat that 
thrilled her to the depths of her being. Surely if she could just let go she 
could know more of that kind of wonderful eroticism, and her marriage to her 
handsome young husband could find levels of pure pleasure that would bind 
them closer and closer with a love that continually renewed itself. 

Yet, the plain fact was that when he touched her now, the fearful redhead 
shuddered with terrors that rose up from the dark depths of her unconscious 
and made her close herself completely to the pleasures of the flesh. No 
matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't relax. 
And things were getting worse, not better, for all that she had turned the 
problem over and over in her mind. Hot tears began to fill her gray eyes, 
but she forced them back. It'lT only ruin my make up she thought, swallowing 
her sorrows. 

Gray Collins' apartment was not hard to find, and moments later Carlotta 
Thompson parked her compact Datsun and making one last perfunctory 
assessment of her perfect beauty in the rear-view mirror, she got out of the 
car, locked it, and headed for the apartment house. 

She rang the buzzer to apartment number two. 

Seconds later, Gray Collins answered the door and pressed the buzzer to let 
her in. 

"Hello, Carlotta Thompson?" he greeted. "Please come in." He opened the door 
wide to let her in. "Please excuse the mess, but my daughter has come to 
stay with me for a couple of months, and I've moved my office out of what is 
now her bedroom. Kids need a little privacy, too, don't you think?" . 
Carlotta smiled. "Of course they do." 

Gray pulled up one of his office chairs and gestured for Carlotta to have a 
seat. "In fact, I'd hke for you to meet my little pride and joy." Turning, 
he called out to Candy. "Candy, come here, baby. There's somebody I'd like 
for you to meet." 

On cue, Candy Collins, freshly scrubbed with the perfectly polished look of 
a Barbie Doll, bounded from her bedroom. Carlotta's eyes widened. The girl 
was unexpectedly beautiful, even sexy, and even though she was a female 
herself, she found herself a little mesmerized by the girl's spell-binding 
appearance. 

"Hi, Carlotta ... how are you?" she smiled with the sweetness of a ripe 
strawberry. 

"Just fine, darling. Glad to know you, Candy." 

And while Carlotta and Candy exchanged small banter, Gray Collins was busy 
assessing his potential employee. His interest far extended beyond accepting 
another resume. He was searching for a partner for Candy, and just by luck, 
Carlotta Thompson was just what he needed; fresh, wholesome, and ravishingly 
beautiful. Up until now he had recruited some actors and actresses to 
perform in the upcoming playlets with Candy, but he hadn't found the right 
people yet. It was nearly impossible trying to find models and actors who 
could match Candy's unspoiled quality. Most were jaded and cynical, vulgar 
people generally, and he didn't like the contrast between them and his 
radiant daughter. Ads in the paper proved unsuccessful in finding the right 
people, either. And now the woman he'd been looking for had found him ... a 
fluke of luck. 

"Could I offer you a cup of coffee, Carlotta... maybe a glass of wine?" Gray 
headed towards the kitchen, leaving his turquoise eyed darling to sit on the 
floor smiling at Mrs. Thompson. 

Carlotta's hands were already shaking, partially from nerves. She could tell 
from the fine Danish modern furniture and the Cosmopolitan looks of Gray 
Collins that he was a successful agent, running a lucrative business. And 
judging from the artwork on the walls ... original Picasso pen and inks ... 
she knew he had exquisite taste as well, a rare combination of traits to 
find in an agent. She knew, she'd seen several in the past few weeks. "OH.. 
OH ... a glass of wine, that would be just great..." 

From the kitchen Gray could hear his daughter and his future co-star of 
'Gray Collins' special live sex act trio! talk about New York. Hell of a 
kid, mused Gray, pouring out a crystal goblet of wine, then crushing up a 
half of a quaalude and mixing it till it dissolved into the ruby liquid. 
Christ, that kid's gonna make me a million. He listened to the two females 
talk about acting, about Broadway in New York, about how Candy wanted to be 
an actress when she grew up. And Carlotta was eating it up! Loving every 
word, ohhing and ahhing over the eleven year old's ambition, giving her 
tidbits of advice. 

Yes, Carlotta Thompson was it! She was the one he'd been looking for. Made 
to order, custom made. He poured himself a glass of wine, careful to 
remember his was on the right side of the silver tray, then poured a glass 
of milk for Candy. If all went according to plan, they'd have a partner for 
their playlets in about half hour ... with the combination of wine and 
muscle relaxant, Carlotta wouldn't know what the hell was happening to her 
when she'd drunk the whole glass. He could count on Candy to pull their 
scheme off. They'd rehearsed it, going over the dialogue and so far, Candy 
hadn't missed a line. 

Picking up the tray, Gray headed back for the living room. "Didn't mean to 
interrupt your conversation, ladies." Gracefully, he set the tray down on 
the end table and handed Carlotta the glass of wine on the left of him, and 
to Candy he handed a glass a milk and a wink. Settling down on the sofa, the 
agent crossed his legs with an ease that added a note of confidence to his 
demeanor and toasted to Carlotta's success. 

"I understand you've done a fair share of work on Broadway..." he opened the 
conversation and interview. 

Carlotta took a hefty gulp of her wine and licked her lips, heavy with lip 
gloss. "Well, actually I've had more experience in Shakespeare companies 
than anywhere else. But I've done a few commercial things, too... plus 
modelling." 

"Sounds interesting." Gray studied the woman's perfect features over the rim 
of his wine glass, smiling inwardly with each sip she took, knowing that by 
the time she finished half of that glass, she would be loose and flexible as 
a rubberband .. . and then Candy could take over. 

The interview continued and so did Carlotta's drinking------ My God, thought 
Carlotta, suddenly alarmed, feeling a tingling sensation overwhelm her body, 
along with the undeniable urge to Ue down. Her eyelids kept fluttering as 
she struggled to keep her eyes open. She'd only felt this way once before 
... a long time ago in acting school when she'd taken a pill at a party and 
slumped over fast asleep in the corner. She shook her head as if to shock 
herself awake, wondering what was making her feel this way. Nerves, she 
thought. Probably fust nerves from that awful night with Jack. God, the mere 
thought of it made her shudder. Convulsively, her shoulders shook. 

"Are ... are you okay, Carlotta. You look pale all of a sudden." 

Candy chimed in: "Yeah, you look like you need to lie down." She jumped to 
her feet and was at Carlotta's side in the wink of an eye. "Why don't you He 
down on my bed for a little while. Just a couple of minutes and I'm sure 
you'll feel okay." 

Carlotta rubbed her forehead, her pupils now pinpoints of blackness in her 
luminous gray eyes. "Maybe ... maybe that would be a good idea ... I do feel 
a little strange. I guess it was the wine. Sometimes... I... I get this way 
..." Oh God, how embarrassing, thought Carlotta. Nearly passing out at my 
interview! How stupid! If he doesn't give me any work I'll know why. How 
could I handle cameras and live audiences if I get nervous at an interview! 

Candy took the drugged woman by the hand and led her down the hallway to her 
bedroom. Picking up her teddy bear, she threw it to the foot of the bed, 
then plumped up the pillow. "Here, lie down ..." 

"Oh, thank you darling. You're such a sweet little girl, did you know that?" 

Candy smiled at her new friend radiantly. 

"Carlotta, if you're not feeling well... would you like me to massage you?" 

"Massage? Do you know how to give massages?" 

"Oh, sure. I watched a special on television once, and I give Daddy massages 
every night!" Candy became insistent. "Come on, Carlotta, I'd like to show 
you how good I am." 

"Candy ... I don't know..." The young wife realized she was being foolish in 
her refusal... still, a good massage might do the trick. All she wanted now 
was to lie down. "Okay, darling ..." 

Candy's turquoise eyes flashed with eagerness. "First you have to take off 
your dress. You can't really feel my fingers on you unless you're naked." 

"Oh!" 

"Sure .. . come on, I'll help you." 

Gray Collins listened from the hallway. That little girl is sure something, 
he thought, blowing the dust from off of the tape recorder and placing it on 
the carpeted hallway just outside of the bedroom door where he could hear 
Carlotta aahhing and ooowwwing over Candy's expert massage. 

"Ohhhh, Candy, that feels divine," Carlotta murmured. She was lying flat on 
her stomach on the wide bed while the young blonde straddling Carlotta's 
hips, sat lightly on her buttocks while she leaned forward and deftly 
massaged her back and shoulders with slow, gentle strokes. 

"It's real easy to do," the scheming girl replied. "I can teach you how to 
do it sometimes if you like ..." 

"Mmmmmm ... fine." Jack's redheaded wife felt pleasantly mellow and 
completely relaxed now, thanks to Candy's soothing massage. How lovely it 
felt to have the girl's smooth young palms sliding sensuously over her back. 
The tension that had tired her earlier seemed to fly away like magic, and 
her curvaceous young body rippled with softly pulsing pleasure. 

Carlotta, for her part, was enjoying the massage as much as Carlotta, for 
she was keenly anticipating what was to come. Her father had told her to 
make love to the beautiful girl no matter how she protested, and make her 
part of their family. "Pretend she's your mommy," he'd told her. Then, as 
soon as Carlotta realized how much fun it was, she was sure to become a 
willing member of their little games that Gray had promised to put on stage 
with Candy as the star. 

"Turn over, Carlotta," the blonde girl whispered, easing herself off the 
older woman's buttocks. 

Willingly, the curvaceous redhead rolled over onto her back, stretching 
languidly and feeling utterly relaxed and calm. Her skin tingled from head 
to foot and she felt years younger. 

"Candy, this is wonderful. But you must be tired. Don't you want to stop?" 

"Oh no! I haven't even begun," she replied with a smile. "The best part is 
coming up. You just close your eyes now." 

With a deep sigh the redheaded beauty closed her eyes and sank lazily into 
the softness of the mattress. 

Slowly Candy pulled Carlotta's long tapering legs apart so she could kneel 
up between them to continue the massage. She cast an excited glance at the 
reddish gold vee of pubic hair nestled between the sculpted columns of the 
older woman's naked thighs and her heart began to beat faster as she caught 
a brief glimpse of the pinkly gleaming flesh of Carlotta's vaginal slit. Oh, 
how she loved to make love to girls ... just as much as men. In fact, she'd 
made love to several girls before she'd ever made love to her daddy. She 
loved to burrow her questing lips onto the sweet, honeyed flesh of their 
pussies. But she remembered that her father had told her not to go too fast 
with Carlotta, in case she didn't understand at first and got scared. 

Placing her hands on the redhead's ripely swelling breasts, she began to 
knead them tenderly, rubbing her hands with the softest touch over the firm 
white mounds. The young housewife experienced warm rushes of pleasure in her 
chest as the youngster continued to knead her breast, and her dark nipples 
began to tighten sensually, while the rosy buds of her nipples grew erect 
and tight, jutting out pulsingly from the melon-shaped mounds of flesh. 

"Oh, you have such beautiful breasts," Candy said softly as her eyes roved 
hungrily over the fair-skinned woman's breasts. For a while the blond 
nymphet let her hands trail down across the soft plane of the young bride's 
abdomen, and lazily caressed her naked white hips, but she was again drawn 
back to Carlotta's voluptuously rounded breasts. Slowly she bent down and 
lightly closed her mouth over one taut nipple. 

Carlotta's eyes flew open in shock as she realized what was happening. 

"Candy! What are you doing?" 

"Oh, please let me suck your breasts," the eleven year old pleaded. 
"Please!" 

"But... but it's wrong . .." the redhead protested. 

"Why? What's wrong with it? Don't you like the way it feels?" 

"Candy ... that's not the point... I..." Carlotta suddenly realized she had 
no argument, there was no reason to deny the child her wish except a vague 
moral concern that it was wrong. In her drugged gaze, she could see the 
beautiful blonde girl's eyes filling with tears of unhappiness. 

"I... I thought I was making you feel good." 

"Oh.. . Candy, you are ..." She was being silly again, she thought, uptight 
and foolish just like she had been with Jack. "All right, darling ... if it 
makes you happy." 

She lay her head back again and Candy eagerly bent down and began to suck on 
the young wife's breasts, first one then the other, while her young hands 
embraced her naked shoulders. Oh, how nice it was to suck on those nakedly 
quivering mounds, soft as doves. 

Carlotta could scarcely believe the warm thrills of excitement that began to 
course through her body as the youngster continued her lewd oral 
ministrations. In the back of her mind she knew she shouldn't allow it, but 
it felt so good, soo good, and the girl seemed to want to do it so badly. It 
wasn't really wrong was it? After all, they were both actresses, weren't 
they? Unconsciously she let her hands fly up to tangle themselves gently in 
the silky strands of Candy's golden hair that fell down across her naked 
young breasts and shoulders. 

"Ohhhhh," she found herself moaning, "Ohhhh..." 

The young wife seemed to be drifting into a blissful dream state, and felt 
vibrantly alive in every part of her lush body. The girl was right, she 
reasoned to herself, there's nothing wrong with this, it's just part of the 
massage, she reasoned in her drugged state, never remembering that she was 
in Gray Collins' house, in his daughter's bedroom with the door wide open! 
In her mind she was floating on a magic carpet somewhere out in space, just 
feeling good, oh, so good. I've got to quit being so jumpy whenever anybody 
touches me. I mean, she's only having fun, she's not seducing me! 

Meanwhile, in the hallway, Gray Collins took out his camera from the shelf 
in the hallway and muttered to himself. "Oh, my little Candy, you're gonna 
make me rich yet!" 

In the bedroom, Candy had subtly begun to move her hungrily sucking lips 
down away from the redheaded young wife's warmly throbbing breasts and was 
licking a fiery trail with her tongue down across the older woman's soft 
flesh of her flat abdomen. Carlotta was hardly aware of what was happening, 
for she was enveloped from head to foot in a mind-fogging euphoria created 
by the young girl's special brand of erotica. Her lithe, naked body was 
rippling with such delight from the artfully licking girl that it never 
occurred to her to put a stop to it, or even to notice that Candy was slowly 
making her way down towards the faintly throbbing mound of her cunt. The 
young wife felt more pleasantly relaxed than she had in years, and let 
herself sink into the enchantment that pervaded her. It was all like a 
wonderful dream, a childish dream really, and she floated on a magic cloud 
of fantasy. 

The blonde girl had finally reached the softly curling tendrils of the young 
wife's pubic hair and she gently placed her hands on the milk white flesh of 
Cartotta's inner thighs, and began to work her way down towards the heated 
flesh of her defenseless vaginal slit. A warm, pungent aroma wafted up to 
the girl's nostrils, making her shiver with mounting adolescent desire. Hot 
flashes of lurid thrills rippled through her naked young body, though she 
did her best to keep herself under control. Yet now, at the quivering fleshy 
threshold of the redheaded woman's fleshy vagina she could no longer contain 
her youthful excitement, and with a groan of pleasure she dropped her golden 
head down and darted the full length of her little pink tongue snake like up 
and down her new friend's nakedly exposed cuntal slit. 

Carlotta gasped and began to wriggle around in shocked resistance! What was 
the girl doing? What could be possessing her to begin to actually lick her 
vaginal flesh ... she had to stop it, she had to! She began to protest 
feebly, calling for Candy to stop! Yet her body was so wildly excited now 
that a sudden burst of forbidden thrills tore through her pulsing young 
flesh and completely overran her protest and alarm! Somehow, her naive 
submission to the pubescent young girl's sensual massage had lowered her 
usual resistances, and now her body, craving the release that had been held 
back for so long, suddenly exploded with hungry need. 

Her mind reeled with horror, protesting violently, but her body, too long 
denied the pleasures of the flesh, overruled her brain with overpowering 
strength. All the tormented actress could do was wriggle helplessly as 
Candy's probing mouth and tongue found the warm bud of her excited little 
clitoris and closed around it, wetly teasing that tingling little wand of 
flesh into quivering hardness. Unable to resist the onslaught of pleasure, 
Carlotta gasped with excitement, unbearably aroused by the sensation of the 
young girl's hot lips on her now sensitively aching clitoris. Rushes of 
ecstatic pleasure, too long- kept at bay, suddenly tore through her 
trembling legs and bore the gasping young wife along on a tidal wave of 
passion. Deep inside, her conscience was shrieking its futile protest! She 
was being licked obscenely by an eleven year old girl! It was unthinkable, 
yet she was paralyzed to do anything about it, caught mercilessly in the 
volcanic bodily cravings that had been bottled up since her own restricted 
childhood! All she could do was moan like an incoherent baby, lost in a 
torrent of carnal passion. 

Candy slid her wetly flicking tongue downward and away from the young 
bride's desire-distended clitoris, to the blood-swollen flesh of her cuntal 
slit until the young girl found the involuntarily contracting entrance of 
her cunt. Carefully she explored the throbbing orifice, flicking her hot 
little tongue greedily into it. Then, unexpectedly, the eleven year old 
seductress stiffened her tongue and plunged it into Carlotta's glistening 
cuntal depths. 

The young bride jerked back both in surprise . and passion, a soul-searing 
moan escaping from deep in her chest. The sudden intrusion of Gray Collins' 
young daughter's wetly probing tongue into her desire-swollen cuntal depths 
suddenly brought her back to reality, and she was torn between the warm 
insistent flashes of lust and renewed moral horror at her mute submission to 
the girl's unexpected seduction. 

"Oh ... please ..." she groaned, half wanting it, half resisting. "It's not 
right.. . it's not right!" 

But the corrupt girl's only response was to rotate her moistly extended 
little tongue even deeper into the velvety interior of the redhead's cuntal 
sheath. Wild stabs of hungry desire began to churn through Carlotta's 
sex-denied loins, and shocks of uncontrollable passion spiraled relentlessly 
through her nakedly splayed frame, obliterating the last traces of moral 
consciousness from her reeling brain. Her heart pounded thunderously in her 
chest as the golden-haired girl drove her tongue deep into her cuntal 
softness with urgent force and tremors of lewd passion rocked the young wife 
from head to foot. Her head flailed back and forth on the bed in mindless 
passion, her hair tossing wildly. She was losing herself for the first time 
to the age-old need of the female, unconscious of anything but the urgency 
of her body's lust. 

"Ohhhhh!!!" she moaned ecstatically. "Yesss!" 

Had the naive young wife not been so rapturously transported by the sudden 
overwhelming release of her animalistic hungers, she would have noticed that 
the door to the bedroom had pushed wide open and that Gray Collins was 
calmly snapping pictures of her obscenely writhing body, while the tape 
recorder taped her lustful moans. The mustached man smiled lewdly as he took 
picture after picture of the feverishly excited young wife being tongue 
fucked by his eleven year old daughter. He smirked as he watched Carlotta 
take Candy's head with her hands graspingly and maniacally press her 
youthful face harder into her hungrily palpitatingly throbbing cunt. 

Nobody would ever believe that Carlotta hadn't forced the kid to do it, 
smirked Gray, snapping another photograph. 

At the same time, Candy, greedily driving her tongue deep into her new 
friend's madly wriggling cuntal interior, found herself brought once more to 
the ravishing pinnacle of pleasure that she had come to crave over the last 
few months. Her sleek little pussy was pounding wetly with- sympathetic 
excitement and with renewed adolescent lust she drove her tongue even 
farther into the thrashing redhead's steaming pussy depths. With tightly 
ovailed lips, the blonde pubescent sucked on the pulsating flesh of Mrs. 
Thompson's cuntal slit, her own saliva mingling with the young wife's heated 
feminine secretions, while her youthful body trembled with surging passion. 

"AAAAAANNNGGGHHH!" Carlotta cried insensate to everything but the 
excruciating thrills that were tearing through her newly-awakened body like 
a hurricane. Her cuntal lips flared open like a bursting flower, and the 
passion flushed walls of her cunt clutched in desperation at Candy's 
expertly burrowing tongue, trying to put it even further up inside her hotly 
contracting pussy flesh. With a deep moan of shameless delight, the agonized 
redhead kicked her legs out furiously and wailed in rapture as crescendo 
after crescendo of violent sensual thrills surged through her blazing loins. 
She was being transported to sexual realms ihat she had never known existed. 
Somehow her bizarre encounter with the seductive young blonde girl had freed 
her in a way that had never been possible before, even with her own husband. 
Borne aloft by her newly aroused passion she soared free, her bodily 
excitement on a rampaging sea of pleasure, grinding her wetly upturned 
cuntal slit luridly into the hungrily licking eleven year old's face, now 
glistening with the warm moisture seeping from Carlotta's cuntal interior. 

"I'm cummminggg!" she cried joyously. "Oh God! I'm cummminnnggg!" 

A searing flash of light seemed to burst behind her closed eyes and her 
nakedly gyrating body was consumed with cascading delight as the force of 
her orgasm overwhelmed her. 

Candy, also, had reached her own climax purely on the strength of her 
success with her redheaded friend, and youthful cunt was contracting hotly 
with a will of its own, secreting warm wet cuntal juices and making the 
blonde girl's entire naked young body shudder with adolescent thrills. 

Soon however, their passion began to ebb, and the seductive nymphet withdrew 
her cunnsmeared face from Carlotta's still pulsing pussy split. The 
redheaded actress could barely move, so thunderstruck was she by the 
torrential release of feeling she had just experienced. Still, as her 
consciousness began to return, she became aware once more that she had been 
actually seduced by an eleven year old girl! And she had submitted to it 
almost eagerly! She suddenly sat up on the bed, still feeling drugged and 
confused, and confronted the girl, and gasped when she saw instead the 
angry, leering face of Gray Collins. 

"Well, I was wondering what had happened to you." 

 Chapter Six 

"Candy! Get back into your clothes this minute!" Gray Collins feigned anger 
at his daughter, then turning, winked at her so that Carlotta could not see. 

"Yes, Daddy," she said brightly, quickly slipping into her clothes. Moments 
later, the girl had left the room and sat quietly in the living room. Gray 
sat down calmly in a chair facing the bed, still holding the camera in his 
hands. 

"This is a rather.. . how shall I put it? delicate situation, Carlotta. I 
really don't know what to think." 

"There's nothing to think, Mr. Collins," the young actress replied. "I 
certainly didn't plan for your prococious little daughter to do this to me." 

Gray laughed derisively. 

"Oh come now, you don't expect me to believe that!" 

Carlotta was thunderstruck. The agent's attitude was so strange, so oddly 
cruel. He seemed to change before her eyes from a pleasant man to a 
calculating crook. 

"She ... she wanted to give me a massage and told me to take off my clothes 
... that's all. I didn't plan this, for Goddsakes!" wailed Carlotta 
Thompson. 

The young actress felt tremors of icy terror race through her body. She had 
been foolish to have submitted so easily to the urgent demands of her body. 
Gray Collins had every right to be indignant with her. How could such a 
thing have happened? The anxious redhead felt doubly vulnerable due to the 
fact that she was still naked. In her drugged state, she hadn't realized 
until now that she hadn't even pulled the coverlet up over her naked body. 

"Photographs tell no lies, my dear." Gray held the camera up and the young 
wife's eyes widened in fright when she realized that her lurid intercourse 
with the eleven year old girl was recorded on film. She hung her head in 
shame, her long scarlet tresses hanging down to cover her blushing features. 

"What... what are you going to do about it?" she asked finally in a weak, 
frightened voice. 

"I ought to tell your husband ..." 

Carlotta gulped in humiliation and felt burning tears fill her eyes. After 
all she had put him through because of her prudishness to his sexual 
demands, he would kill her if he found out. Oh, she couldn't risk that for 
anything! If she lost him, she would lose everything! 

"Please, I beg of you not to tell him!" Carlotta lifted her head slowly and 
looked steadily into the darkly glittering eyes of her tormentor. "I'll pay 
you money, I'll buy those pictures back ..." 

The agent rose from his chair and began to walk casually around the room 
pausing to glance out the window now and then. He began to speak with his 
back to the young wife. "I could be persuaded to forget about those 
pictures," he calmly began, "if you would do me a favor. Since you are 
already an actress, you shouldn't find it too difficult..." 

"I shouldn't find what too difficult?" 

"I've had an offer from a group of very prominent businessmen in Los Angeles 
to put on shows for their entertainment. Until now I haven't been able to 
find the right person to act in them ..." 

The woman's heart was beating thunderously in her chest as he spoke, and 
cold prickles of terror continued to gnaw away at her trembling frame. "What 
kind of shows?" 

"Let's call them erotica ..." 

At that moment, the young wife caught the drift of the agent's speech and 
realized with a stab of fright that she was being blackmailed into doing sex 
shows. She couldn't believe it! Suddenly everything fell into place: the 
drink that nearly made her pass out, the massage. A freezing blast of fear 
tore through her as the ultimate perversion of this man's real nature became 
totally apparent to her. Then, in the next split second she had another 
thought, more horrible and corrupt than anything the man had revealed to her 
so far. 

"What... what about Candy?" she asked faintly. 

"Candy..." He turned to her, smiling like Lucifer himself. "Candy is the 
star of my show." 

Carlotta was speechless with shock. The golden-haired adolescent, who had 
seemed so pure and delightful was actually going to be an active participant 
in live sexual performances. The young actress couldn't believe it! She knew 
that Hollywood was rampant with bizarre cults and sexual degeneracy, but 
this! This was worse than anything she could'have imagined possible! 

"Oh no, no____" she moaned, tears spilling down her cheeks as she buried her 
face in the pillow. 

The young wife was numb from the shock of the revelations that had been 
thrust upon her. But one thing she knew: Gray Collins had her trapped. He 
had enough evidence to destroy her marriage and a career she'd hoped to 
build, through him! A wave of cold despair enveloped her. 

"How many shows do I have to do to get those photographs back?" 

"Ah, three or four should do it. Unless you come to like it, of course. Then 
perhaps we can make a bargain. Basically, I'm an honest man. I pay well. And 
frankly I don't think you'll find it so had at all. I'll call you tomorrow 
with the details. Now get dressed .. . oh, and take a nap if you wish. Ill 
close the door." 

Carlotta cried herself to sleep, then waking two hours later, dressed and 
left, without saying a word to either Gray Collins or his daughter Candy. 

 Chapter Seven 

Four days later, Carlotta Thompson told her young husband that she had to go 
out that night. 

"Where are you gonna go?" 

"Oh, some of my friends from the Shakespeare Company in San Francisco are in 
town and they want me to go out and have dinner with them. No big thing. 
Just women talk." 

"I thought you didn't like those snobs," her husband said somewhat 
accusingly. 

"I couldn't get out of this time, honey," his pretty wife said, trying to 
conceal the nervous anxiety that pervaded her. "You don't care, do you?" 

"Naw ... go ahead," he said absently. 

Somehow, Carlotta wished he'd demand she stay home. She struggled to keep 
her eyes from watering with the intense self-pity she felt. That would be a 
giveaway, and the one thing in the world she knew mustn't happen would be 
for her husband to discover what was happening with her agent. 

"Hey?" said Jack, reading through the TV section of the evening paper. "You 
ever get in touch with that guy ... what's his name ... Gray 

Collins?" 

"Oh, oh, no, he wasn't in. I.. . I left a message with his answering service 
though. I should get in to see him by the end of the week." Oh Lord, thought 
Carlotta. If you knew what an agent he is, dear husband, you wouldn't be so 
anxious for me to see him. 

An hour later the young wife sat numbly in a small office adjacent to the 
backstage area of the penthouse 'theatre' that had been converted into a 
dressing room. She shared the room with Candy who sat next to her at the 
large, brightly lit mirror, carefully making her ravishing face up with 
delicate dabs of rouge and liner. Carlotta could barely speak to the girl, 
still repulsed and mortified over her discovery of the young blonde's true 
nature. 

Candy, however, chatted away in excitement, babbling about how much fun it 
was going to be to be in front of all those nice men who'd paid money to 
come and see her on stage. "This is gonna be a fun one. Daddy and I made it 
up. Did he tell you the story?" Candy asked, stepping out of her ruffled 
sundress, beneath which she wore no underwear. 

Carlotta nodded dumbly- The story for the evening cast Carlotta and Candy as 
sisters alone in their shared bedroom together. Carlotta was to be 'raped' 
by a burglar who forced his way into the house. 

The two women dressed in their bed clothes. Carlotta in a revealing pink 
negligee and Candy in her demure pink cotton one. 

Carlotta felt sickened by the whole thing, and the eleven year old's casual 
attitude toward her lewd profession didn't help things any. Wearily, 
Carlotta turned to the mirror and began to make up her face with blue-green 
eye shadow and bright red rouge and lipstick. 

There was a knock at the door and Gray Collins peeked his head in, telling 
the girls the house was full and the show should begin. 

Carlotta tried to calm herself by breathing deeply, but icy ripples of 
terror were surging through every part of her negligee-clad young body. With 
shaking hands she picked up the lipstick tube and put another layer of the 
gloss on her lips, knowing that if she'd stop biting on her lower Up, she 
wouldn't have to keep reapplying it. 

The young wife sat on a wide bed in the brightly lit stage area in the 
middle of an elegantly appointed bedroom scene. Candy was curled up on the 
bed next to her and the two of them, as directed by Gray, began to leaf 
through a magazine as the curtains opened, exposing them together in their 
nighties. She could feel butterflies turning in her loins as she sensed the 
eyes of everyone in the audience were focused lewdly on her, waiting to see 
what would happen. Carlotta and Candy went through the motions of two 
sisters, one older, one younger, reading together at night, and then 
suddenly tensed, indicating to the audience that they suspected someone was 
in the house, a prowler. 

Back stage, controlling the lighting, Gray Collins held his breath and 
crossed his fingers. If this play hit tonight, he was in. Man, he'd have his 
bills paid for in two weeks. The omenous words of the gypsy! "Your 
profession will take a new direction. Someone in your family will help you 
financially____" With the tea leaves and crystal ball on his side, how could 
he lose? 

How strange it was to Carlotta to hear the heavy breathing out front and to 
hear the rustle of clothing as the crowd began to excite themselves in 
anticipation of what was to come. The young actress had thought she would 
hate the whole thing, but she began to realize that there was something 
faintly thrilling in being able to capture the attention of the public again 
... and to know that they were being aroused by her beauty and body. She was 
prepared to feel humiliated and ashamed, but as the little playlet 
progressed and she and Candy trembled together in fear, realizing that 
someone was in their make-believe house, she began to actually enjoy 
herself. The young bride felt almost as if she was a young girl alone with 
her sister, listening to the approach of some strange intruder, and it 
excited her to know that her audience was convinced also and breathless with 
tension. 

Suddenly the intruder lurched onto the stage, his eyes glazed from drugs, 
his lips curled back in a lewd smile and his already semi-aroused cock 
pressing tightly against his dirty pants. The audience gasped when they saw 
him, and the sounds of sexual desire began to filter onto the stage. The 
jaded crowd of businessmen and their paid dates knew what was coming, and 
they responded totally to the well performed playlet, many of them already 
naked and hungrily grasping the bodies of their well-endowed dates. 

Candy and Carlotta drew back on the wide bed, their eyes wide with fear as 
the drugged man lurched across the stage tearing off his shirt to reveal his 
hairy chest and shoulders. For a few moments the young bride wondered if he 
was too drugged to perform, but it was soon apparent that he had things 
under control, for he began to rub the obscene bulge at his crotch excitedly 
with the palm of his hand, licking his lips obscenely all the while ogling 
the redhaired young woman and her little sister. 

At the proper time, Carlotta suddenly lunged from the bed, trying to make a 
dash for the door to safety, but the intruder caught her easily by the arm 
and in the next second had torn the flimsy negligee from her shoulders, 
totally revealing in one cloth-searing rip the helpless young girl's naked 
body to the ogling gaze of the crowd. 

Candy, still on the bed, began to weep at the sight of her sister being 
brutalized by the young stranger. Suddenly, she jumped off the bed and ran 
towards the intruder and began to beat on his body with her little fists, 
crying with rage and protest, but the muscular youth only slapped her 
roughly, making her fall whimpering to the floor. Carlotta struggled to 
reach Candy, but the intruder grabbed her by the arm, yanked her back and 
then threw her cruelly on the bed. 

The older sister was astonished to hear how all this drove the crowd wilder 
and wilder. The more brutality and thrills there were, the more they 
appeared to grow aroused by it. Strange, too was the fact that it began to 
have its affects on her as well. Her own nakedly exposed young body growing 
warmly passionate at being exposed to the crowd. She had thought she would 
be embarrassed and terrified, but, the opposite was true! She liked it, she 
liked being naked in front of them, and every inch of her milk-white skin 
tingled with a lewd kind of pleasure, more intense than she had ever known, 
How can it be, she thought to herself as she recoiled on the stage bed, how 
can I be enjoying this? 

But she had no time to answer her own question, for the intruder had begun 
to unlace his tight pants and yank them down over his lean hips, exposing 
the massive fullness of his hotly erect shaft of male hardness. His 
desire-stiffened cock sprang full erect as soon as it was freed from the 
confines of his pants and stood out like an obscene cannon from the dark 
tangle of his pubic hair while his sperm-swollen balls swayed below. 
Carlotta gasped when she realized just how large the boy's penis was, and 
she began to tremble as she realized that the drugged youth might not be 
intending to simulate the rape at all, but might actually be planning to 
take her forcibly. Suddenly her stage terror, was transformed into real 
terror for he was totally naked now and moving towards her with bulging lust 
crazed eyes. A light sweat broke out on the young wife's forehead as he came 
nearer and nearer, with his hand jerking roughly at his blood inflated cock. 

Carlotta tried to back away from the bed, but it was no use, for he suddenly 
reached down and pulled her ankles so that her legs were splayed lewdly 
apart on the mattress, her pinkly glistening cuntal slit fully exposed to 
the crowd, while Candy, still sprawled on the floor, watched with convincing 
terror as the drugged man climbed up on the bed and positioned himself over 
the young bride's reclining body, ready to lunge his sex-hungry cock up into 
her tensed and trembling pussy depths. 

Suddenly he fell forward, his masculine weight smashing Carlotta's 
voluptuously mounded breasts back tight against his chest. 

He thrust his hips forward at the same time and mercilessly plunged his rod 
of lust-hardened male flesh right up into her pulsating cunt like a raging 
bull, pushing the soft, unprepared flesh before it in rippling waves. 

"AAAAAAIIIEEE!!" the shocked young bride cried out in genuine pain. His 
sudden intrusion made her pussy feel like it was being burned with hot lead! 
He was actually raping her! "Noooo," she moaned to the delight of the crowd. 

She had never been so painfully filled in her entire life and his long hard 
penis felt as though it was ripping her cringing cunt into a thousand tiny 
pieces as he speared into her without mercy. It lay sunk deep in her belly, 
filling every part of her insides. There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh on 
it that she could not feel as it pressed tightly up against the startled 
flesh of her cunt. The drugged intruder lay still for a moment, his face 
directly over that of the pain-wracked redhead's and then suddenly he 
clamped his thick wet lips down over her mouth and began a brutal fucking 
motion between her widespread white thighs, lunging his lust-influenced 
hardness roughly in and out of her shuddering depths. The narrow passage 
widened with each savage stroke as Carlotta gritted her teeth, her loins 
burning with the pain of the cruel intrusion into her tightly resisting 
cunt. Yet there was also something thrilling about the way his huge cock 
filled her like a thick hot log, particularly in front of the sex hungry 
eyes of the capacity audience, and deep within her the tricked young actress 
began to feel once again the urgent pulsings of animal pleasure that she had 
come to know only recently. The intruder continued to fuck her with 
increasingly vicious strokes, plunging his iron hard instrument of torture, 
in and out of her slowly awakening pussy. 

Meanwhile Candy had finished weeping and rose to watch with growing 
curiosity at the sight of the rapist fucking her sister. She saw how the 
young woman's entire body began to writhe and twitch on the bed, no longer 
resisting the assault so keenly, and groaning with pleasure. 

Conveying to the audience that she too might be excited by the sight, Candy 
suddenly stripped herself completely of her flimsy nightie revealing her 
nakedly glistening young body to the audience. Then she ran to the bed and 
climbed on it, trying to join the others, as her own passion began to 
consume her quiveringly alive adolescent body. But Carlotta and the intruder 
were too lewdly absorbed to bother with the child, leaving the nubile eleven 
year old to find her own source of excitement. Her eyes fell on a hairbrush 
with a long, round, wooden handle. The audience could scarcely believe it 
when the girl plucked the hairbrush from the dresser top and then ran back 
to the bed to He down near the others, just as her father had instructed her 
to do. 

Smiling with satisfaction backstage, Gray Collins flicked on a tape 
recorder, and heavy drum beats ... sensual and throbbing ... filled the 
entire room with their lustful rhythm, accentuating the action and driving 
both audience and performers into further erotic frenzy. 

On the bed, beneath the long-haired young man, Carlotta Thompson was nearly 
overwhelmed with passion. The pain had long since ceased now, as well as her 
timid embarrassment at being nakedly fucked on a stage in front of 
strangers. Instead, she was surrendering willingly to the pleasure that 
enveloped her from head to foot. Passion surged like a winding snake through 
her aroused body. She began to twist and rotate her pelvis, pulling the lewd 
youth's now thickly swollen penis deeper and deeper into her now greedily 
clutching cunt, screwing up her pussy until she took all of him eagerly, 
shamelessly. Her hands flew up and gripped his muscled shoulders, her 
fingers digging into his flesh, hanging on with passionate intensity, while 
the moist wet cavern of her cunt flowered open to receive his mercilessly 
battering cock. She was being fucked by a drug addict in a live sex show 
before a roomful of strangers and she loved it! SHE LOVED IT! She began to 
howl and moan with pleasure as if she had found something she was waiting 
for all her life! 

Beside the wildly copulating couple, Candy had obscenely plunged the thick 
hairbrush handle up between her legs and deep into her adolescent pussy in 
full view of the lust-maddened crowd! She wanted to be fucked too, just like 
her 'big sister', and the crowd knew immediately what was going on in her 
head. The eleven year old blonde nymphet began to shove the thick brush 
handle in and out of her moistly secreting young pussy at the same frantic 
tempo that the intruder was driving into Carlotta's fevered cuntal softness, 
all the while moaning and gasping as her lithe young body became charged 
with unbearable passion. 

"AAAAAnnnggghhh..." the young girl moaned, her voice sailing over the 
throbbing rhythm of the drums, her face twisted into a contorted mask of 
adolescent passion. Her body was throbbing with unbelievable excitement, 
radiant bursts of heat swirled in her slender hips, every inch of her 
glistening young skin tingled with ecstasy as she fucked herself wantonly 
with the hairbrush handle. 

Hearing the young girl's lewd moans, the intruder grunted and groaned in a 
drug-enhanced frenzy and quickened his strokes, grinding hard into 
Carlotta's sex-ravished pussy so that his blood swollen cock bored far up 
into the untouched recesses of her womb. His heavy, cum swollen balls, 
slapping roughly against her anal crack, grew hotter with their burgeoning 
load. He was going to cum soon, cum like a cannon. 

Beneath him, Carlotta quivered like a madwoman out of control, her body 
flailing, her head crashing from side to side. The voluptuous redhead was 
nearly incoherent with rampaging pleasure and her wildly pulsing cuntal 
walls began to grow feverish with unbelievable heat. SHE WAS CUMMING-CUMMING 
AS NEVER BEFORE! 

"AAAAHHH!!!" she shrieked and suddenly she and the long haired intruder 
reached their pinnacle of pleasure at the same time. Carlotta's lust 
tortured cunt sucked frantically at his cock as he gushed jet after jet of 
lewd male semen into her spasming cuntal depths. Her own orgasmic secretions 
flowed hotly around his jerking penis mixing her moisture with his own. The 
audience was frantic with excitement too, and obscene sounds of multiple 
copulation and orgasm filled the room. 

Candy, reaching her own peak of self-induced thrills, began to mewl 
incoherently, her eyes rolling upwards on her head, as her young cunt began 
to shake in the grips of exploding passion as she heaved the cum-drenched 
hairbrush upwards into her cuntal depths with total abandon. The entire room 
rocked with sizzling passion as performers and audience became lost in a sea 
of ejaculation and release, with howls of quaking desire and climax making a 
din of voices that sounded like a primitive tribe of savage barbarians gone 
berserk! 

Finally, gradually, the intensity began to subside, although there were 
periodic cries from those who reached their peak of pleasure somewhat later 
than the others, or who had purposely held off, unwilling to end the raging 
ecstasy. 

Backstage, Gray Collins began to dim the lights and lower the recorded 
drums, then finally pulled the curtains closed. 

Sensational, he thought to himself, sensational! 

Even after everyone had left, Gray walked onto the darkened stage to find 
Carlotta Thompson just beginning to regain consciousness and opening her 
eyes. 

"Enjoyed it, did you?" he asked. 

Carlotta stared at him evenly for a second, then answered in a slow, 
measured voice: "Yes ... yes, I did..,." 

Just then Candy, still wearing her baby-pink nightie smeared in the front 
with streaks of sticky little girl cum, walked onto the darkened stage and 
stood next to her father. "Daddy, do you think they liked me? Do you really 
think they liked me?" 

"Honey . . ." Gray Collins draped his muscular arm around her slender 
shoulders and drew her to him. "Baby, you were fantastic! A natural. I 
promise you some day your name will be in lights . .. really it will." 

 Chapter Eight 

Something's wrong with Carlo tta, Jack thought with instinctive certainty as 
he drove homeward on the Santa Monica Boulevard. / don't know what the hell 
it is, but I intend to find out. For the past few days he had been more and 
more troubled about the state of his marriage and particularly disturbed 
about his voluptuous wife. It seemed to have gotten worse after that night 
out with the girls, for she hadn't gotten back until nearly two in the 
morning. He'd pretended he was asleep, and the next morning she offered no 
excuse for her lateness. Her young husband had kept quiet about it, but when 
she went out again that Friday, and on 

Sunday, again with only the vaguest of reasons, he began to get suspicious. 

Then, too she had changed . . . sexually. Not that she'd turned him down 
tearfully, as had been the case on many occasions before; actually the 
opposite was true. His ravishing bride had begun to initiate sex now, and to 
respond to him in a way that he had always hoped would happen ... 
excitingly, passionately. But why was it happening all of a sudden? His 
first thought had been that she was cheating on him, seeing another man on 
the sly, but he just couldn't believe she'd do such a thing. Not Carlotta 
... He trusted her completely! 

That night it was the same story: she had to go out. "I'll leave your dinner 
in the oven on low, honey. Heat it up when you're hungry. This is your poker 
night with the boys, isn't it? I wouldn't have made plans other wise," 
Carlotta had said later that night as she gathered up her purse and headed 
for the garage. "See you later, baby!" the wife called over her shoulder, 
and scurried off. 

There was no keeping his angry feelings intact now. Jack Thompson had had 
it! He felt like his wife was making some kind fool of him, and he was 
determined to find out once and for all the reason for her sudden 
strangeness. 

He followed her in his car at some distance, even letting a few cars get 
between them, but he kept her in sight. She drove onto the freeway and 
exited again in a wealthy area of North Hollywood. Jack drove behind her 
until she finally pulled into a parking lot of a night club. 

What the hell's going on here, he wondered. 

He pulled into the lot by a different entrance parked the car and got out 
carefully, looking around for Carlotta. In a few moments he saw his wife, 
and he drew his breath in sharply when he realized that she was walking up 
to two people who had pulled into the lot ahead of her: a dapper looking man 
and a little blonde girl. 

"Christ Almighty!" he murmured under his breath. "What goes on here?" 

He followed the three of them, taking the elevator after theirs and in 
minutes stepped in a sumptuous red-velvet decored waiting room where a dark 
haired woman scantily dressed in red satin shorts and halter top took his 
money and ushered him to a seat near the" back of the theatre. 

Jack just happened to pick the night that Carlotta was starring with the 
little boys. The first playlet had been such a tremendous success because of 
the childish innocence of Candy, that Gray Collins had decided to use more 
children .. . little boys that Candy had recruited from the neighborhood. 

This playlet was to be an orgy, and Carlotta was to play a Cub Scout mother 
who had been drugged and stripped by the little boys in her troop. After 
they'd torn off her housedress in the first few minutes, Carlotta was before 
the audience in a black garter belt and black silk stockings. 

The little boys forced her to lie down on the floor and covered her body 
with a thin film of oil so that her muscles sensually glistened and gleamed 
whenever she moved. The sheen of flood lights on her silk encased thighs 
looked lewdly inviting to the people in the crowd. The black silk stockings 
were of the open net variety. She had on high heeled black shoes that seemed 
to tilt her body and arch her back, causing her voluptuously full breasts to 
jut out just a little more. 

The boys laid her down on a bed on stage, and idly played with her pink,, 
wetly glistening slit while Candy and Bobby stood by the bed undressing each 
other. The audience caught every detail of their strip and the way they 
fondled each other. Meanwhile, Carlotta watched with narrowed eyes as she 
played with her own vagina, arousing herself in a sluttish way while the two 
youthful lovers caressed one another. 

Bobby and Candy pretended to notice 

Carlotta on the bed and register their amazement. She bent her knees 
slightly and spread her legs, inviting them both to have sex with her, while 
the audience moaned in lascivious delight at the sight of the beautiful 
naked woman wanting to have sex with the pubescent boys. Candy and Bobby 
nakedly circled the bed, caressing Carlotta's oil-slippery breasts and 
thighs. 

Just at that moment Jack Thompson recognized his wife! He'd been seated far 
in the back, and without his glasses he wasn't sure who that beautiful 
redhaired woman was he'd been ogling at along with the rest of the crowd. 
But now he knew! He gasped when he recognized her! Christ, she was 
voluptuously exciting as she laid there encouraging the young boy and girl 
to come to bed with her. Covered with oil, every lewdly enticing curve was 
outlined. Clad in a black garter belt, it only called attention to her 
firmly fleshed thighs half clad in opera net hose. The black hose helped 
outline and contrast with the wildly sensual look of her oiled, naked skin. 

Jack felt the double tragedy of being cuckolded, yet utterly fascinated by 
what he saw. He was watching his own wife behaving in a wildly wanton way on 
stage while a roomful of people clawed at their own clothing and that of 
their date wanting to get as naked and feel as daring as that red headed 
woman on stage! It was too much! 

The bitch! The dirty rotten bitch! If it took the rest of his life, he would 
get even! He would embarrass her tonight in front of this audience, 
humiliate her to tears, then he'd get a divorce and fuck every woman in 
sight. 

Carlotta was sprawled out on the bed like some kind of common slut while in 
the background, the stereo played an African drum beat. 

Bobby and Candy continued to circle the bed, their hands slipping and 
sliding over Carlotta's lubricated skin. Their fingers tried to pinch the 
nipples of her breasts as they hovered over her. 

Despite his rage, Jack Thompson felt his cock ballooning up like never 
before. He choked down his outrage and indignation and coldbloodedly bided 
his time, waiting to see what would happen. 

So this is how she'd been spending her nights! Showing off her body to a 
crowd of sex fiends! Christ, it isn't as if she needed the money . . . I 
take care of her needs. 

The playlet progressed. At a signal from Gray, Carlotta got up and Bobby, a 
thirteen year old boy, lay down on the bed, his youthful cock waving toward 
the ceiling. Jack watched through dazed eyes while his mouth hung open and 
he panted with desire. As much as he hated her at that moment, he couldn't 
wait to get his hands on her. 

Carlotta was crawling back on the bed, a dreamy, wickedly depraved look in 
her eye. She straddled Bobby's youthful torso on her knees and reached down, 
seizing his eagerly throbbing penis. Then, carefully placing the 
lust-swollen head of his cock against the narrow, hair-lined slit of her 
cunt, she slowly and sensually slipped down over it, undulating up and down 
slowly with Candy crouching behind her. 

Jack held his breath as he watched the depraved scene on stage. He forgot, 
from his seat in the back row, that he was in a crowd of people. He gasped 
again as he saw the blonde haired little girl with the near naked cunt lean 
down until her young face was right in front of his wife's slowly rising and 
falling buttocks. The oiled and gleaming twin cheeks rose and fell in a 
warmly fleshed fashion right in front of her face. 

Using both her hands, her fingers slipping in the oil, Candy managed to part 
the slippery globes and run her tongue up and down the length of Carlotta's 
shadowy crevice. It was the most salacious thing Jack had ever seen in his 
life. 

It was so lewd that Carlotta abandoned the boy under her and turned to Candy 
who looked like a big, hungry cat ready to pounce on her prey. They coiled 
together and fell, a slippery mass of legs and arms, onto the bed. 

They ended up with Bobby and Candy lying nakedly side by side. Carlotta, a 
lewdly abandoned older woman, swung around until her hips were right over 
Candy's face. Slowly, she lowered her groin right onto the young girl's 
hotly waiting tongue and mouth. Lying in such a position, her lubricated, 
gleaming hips grinding lewdly, Carlotta reached over, took Bobby's cock in 
her hand, and began licking it. . . while the crowd gasped with delight. 

From the back row, Jack had begun panting with a wild unstable excitement. 
They were doing things in front of his face that he had always dreamed of 
doing with his wife. He watched his wife's gently rounded little buttocks 
rising and falling over Candy's darting little tongue. It was an obscenely 
enthralling scene to watch, the two women and the boy writhing on the bed 
while this roomful of people watched. 

Jack couldn't take his eyes off his wife's rising and falling buttocks. Her 
ass was perfectly formed and moved like it was filled with liquid, like 
mercury. He couldn't stop watching it as she ground her hotly eager cunt 
down on top of the girl's face. 

More boys were coming on stage now, some wearing the traditional cub scout 
hats, others just the shirt and no bottoms. They crowded around the bed, 
their rampantly erect young cocks in their hands. Jack watched as his wife 
was fucked wildly by each of the waiting boys. She seemed to grow more and 
more aroused with each cum until she was frantically fucking, her hips 
churning, her sleek, oiled body covered with sweat. It was as if her 
appetite increased by each youth that mounted her. And the audience loved 
it! 

Jack was finding it difficult to breathe, and had, by this time, taken his 
impatiently throbbing penis out of his pants and had it in his hand-just as 
most of the other single men in the theatre were doing. He knew he had to 
have some relief soon. There was his wife in front of him! She was lewdly 
perverted in that she took on all the boys ... and Candy, too. She was 
everything that he had ever dreamed of, and she was doing it with other 
people .. . but not with him! 

Above all, he wanted revenge! 

His mind raced over all the possibilities. He could always expose her. But 
no, he would have to teach her a lesson. Humiliate her. He looked at his 
naked wife lying on the bed, her legs obscenely split, her cunt wetly 
glistening with cum as she waited for still another boy to climb on her. 
Then he saw her two fleshy ass cheeks tucked tightly under her gaping cunt 
and he knew what he wanted to do .. . what he was going to do! 

Yet he couldn't tear himself away from watching the obscene tableau that was 
being acted out in front of him. He was watching his wife, the woman he'd 
loved and cherished, fucking a boy right in front of his eyes! Cariotta, who 
was so goddamned reserved in bed, was lying in front of her own young lover 
while he, her husband, watched. 

It was too much for the husband to bear. He stood up and began inching his 
way past the two tables near the aisle. Once free of the tables, he began 
running with a cry of rage growing in his throat. Once and for all, he was 
going to show her who was boss. He roared to the stage, then leaped up on 
the low platform, with kids scattering like frightened chickens before him. 
Candy gave a choked cry and ran nakedly toward the exit. Jack charged across 
the room toward the bed with both fists flying. Nobody knew if this had been 
planned or if it was spontaneous. All the cub scouts ran for cover, grabbing 
their clothes as they did so. Nobody knew who this enraged man was, and 
nobody wanted to stick around to find out. 

Bobby and Cariotta were still on the bed, and Jack was cowering behind 
Cariotta, using her nakedly oiled body as a shield. "Don't do anything 
you'll be sorry for," whimpered Bobby. 

"Sorry! I won't be sorry if I kill both of you!" Jack roared, seizing his 
wife by her slippery wrists. 

The audience howled. This was the most convincing play they'd seen yet. The 
performers must have practiced for weeks to perfect these lines. It was 
perfect: the irate lover stationed at the back of the theatre, waiting for 
the appropriate moment to vent his anger on his sinful wife. 

"Jack, I couldn't help it!" Cariotta whined, too frightened to even wonder 
how her husband had found her here. She'd been so careful. 

The outraged husband was drunk with anger ... unreasoning-wanting only 
revenge. He looked at his worse than naked wife in front of him, and he felt 
again that desire for revenge. He was going to show her. His lips twisted in 
a cruel and utterly humorless grin. "I'll show you who's gonna be sorry . . 
." 

With that he spun his wife around and threw her on the bed, face down. Bobby 
used the opportunity to slip to the floor and crawl away, looking fearfully 
back. 

Jack didn't even wait to take off his clothes. He unzipped his fly and took 
his huge, angrily pulsating cock out. Below him, Carlotta's naked, lewdly 
lubricated body shook with fear as she waited for the first blow. 

It never came. 

He seized her slippery buttocks with both his hands and forced her tightly 
clenched ass cheeks apart. Before his eyes lay her puckered little anus, 
brown and distended. He put one finger on its rubbery entrance and felt it 
contract as she cringed in fright. "J . . . Jack s . . n . . . no!" 

His finger popped through and Carlotta's hack arched as she gave a little 
cry. Ruthlessly, he shoved his outstretched finger all the way in her 
tightly constricted rectum. He wiggled his finger and felt the pulpy soft 
walls, all the while cruelly grinning down at his wife's voluptuously oiled 
body writhing in pain and humiliation under him. 

The audience roared with delight! This was fantastic! 

"Jack .. . please!" she begged. 

"Why not?" he asked in a growl. "You put out for those goddamned boy scouts, 
you'll put out forme!" 

"P .. . please .. . not. . . that!" 

"Yes, that!" Jack felt triumphant. "In the old asshole!" He felt victorious 
as he said the crude words and saw his naked wife cringing underneath him. 

Bobby was at the stage entrance, watching in. a sort of terrified 
fascination. Physically, he was no match for this man. Yet he knew the man. 
was not angry with him. It was that redheaded woman he wanted, and what the 
older man was going to do to her was something he had never thought of. 

Carlotta lay face down on the bed in abject surrender. She wished that she 
could pass out, and that it would all happen while she was unconscious. "Oh, 
God, Jack, please, please, I was blackmailed ... I had to do this!" 

"And I say I fuck you in the ass!" His voice was a growl as his strong body 
climbed on top of hers, his legs between hers and forcing them wider apart. 
"This is going to be a tight fit!" he snarled. He looked down at her nakedly 
oiled loins as he pulled the foreskin back on his prick, displaying the 
spongy lust-bloated head. Women in the audience screamed, then moaned, as 
their dates pawed at their half-naked bodies. 

Then he pointed it directly at the tiny puckered hole of her rectum he was 
so agonizingly stretching and preparing with his rigidly extended finger; 
when he attempted to pull his finger free, the rubbery anal ring constricted 
around his knuckle trying to hold it captive. 

Feeling a power and lust he never realized he possessed, Jack glared across 
the room at Bobby and two other youths who cowered by the stage entrance. 
"All right, big boys, now you'll really see a fucking!"- he shouted at them. 

Tentatively, the boy scouts came across the room, some of them tip-toeing, 
others more boldly. 

"Jack, oh my God, no!" 

Ignorning her once more, Jack spread Cariotta's slippery white buttocks wide 
with his hands, then rolled further on to her naked back to slowly press the 
huge head of his feverishly pulsing cock down into her moistly open cuntal 
lips, lubricating his monstrous cudgel. The frightened young wife shivered 
at the contact, her muscles consciously tensing as he laid the full length 
of the hardened shaft into the soft, spread crevice of her buttocks, its 
throbbing head poised to leap at her snug little anus. Then, grinning in 
obscene triumph, he raised himself on his elbows and pressed his hips 
forward, aiming the head of his huge vengeful cock directly at the cringing 
mouth of her back passage. 

All the boys who had fled were coming back on stage now. They were still 
afraid yet they knew they were going to watch something truly unique. Bobby 
gave them courage as he crouched, watching the angry man's cock near the 
pretty redheaded lady's pussy. Candy came back, smiling secrety, for she 
wanted to see this new thing in sex that she had never seen before. It had 
shocked her, too, when this man jumped on stage, and judging from her 
father's reaction from behind the stage curtain, it was a serious matter. 

Carlotta gritted her teeth, her whole body tensed as she waited. And then 
she felt it, felt it pushing painfully and relentlessly against her anus, 
and she gaped wild-eyed into the mirror on the 'living room' wall to see the 
brutally stiffened cock suddenly pop like a cork through her tightly 
resisting sphincter muscle. All the alcohol she had consumed back stage did 
no good. 

"Ohhhhh God, you're splitting- meeee," she moaned out through tear streaked 
eyes. Before her face, Candy pranced on stage as directed by her father; she 
carried a hand mirror so that Carlotta could see herself being sodomized. 

Somehow, it tempered the high voltage scene on stage and made it appear more 
calculated than spontaneous. 

"Don't worry, baby, I've just started." Jack hissed loudly, clear enough for 
everyone in the room to hear. The audience cheered. 

Carlotta, in the mirror, could see her little hole give even more as it 
spread obscenely, slipping over Hke a glove and absorbing the hotly probing 
tip of his cock. 

The pain spread through Carlotta like wild-fire and, looking in the mirror 
that Candy was so brazenly holding in place for her, she saw her husband 
grin victoriously at the others just before he thrust his hips down heavily, 
burying half of his hardened shaft into the soft velvety channel of her 
protesting rectum. 

Her groans choked back into her throat as automatically her buttocks jerked 
and twisted beneath the depraved assault in an effort to escape this brutal 
skewering, but her every move only served to impale her deeper because with 
each jerk and twist of her tortured body, Jack's massively turgid cock was 
sinking that much deeper into her desperately resisting anal passage. 

"Hold her shoulders down while I lift her ass!" Jack grunted to the goys. 

Several of the boy scouts leaped" obediently forward. Carlotta felt their 
hands moving on her naked back and shoulders and then she was held firmly, 
unable to struggle as Jack lifted .her firmly rounded buttocks up in the 
air, his knees moving in between her fearfully trembling thighs to push them 
apart, spreading her ass cheeks farther and farther apart to allow his cock 
to enter deeper into her stretching rectum. She felt warm tears trickling 
from her eyes as the pain spread and made her stomach convulse with a 
sickness that rose to her throat. Once again her eyes looked to the mirror 
and saw the desire-enflamed faces of the young boys as they moved closer to 
watch her up-raised buttocks as Jack's hotly implacable cock slipped deeper 
and deeper into the heated depths of her defenseless rectum . . . until all 
of a sudden-with a loud smacking noise that could be heard throughout the 
room-it was sunk unbelievably to the swaying balls hanging beneath it. 

She had stopped struggling, realizing in a dazed panic that her only escape 
from the splitting agony was to lie as still as possible, for it was 
hopeless to resist the horrible attack'. The hurt was nearly unbearable from 
Jack's inhuman penetration of her rectum and if she moved but the slightest 
it only served to suck him deeper into her, stretching the tightly resisting 
channel to even more painful widths. 

Carlotta groaned aloud and thought about pleading with Jack. Surely he would 
see that what happened wasn't her fault. She hadn't counted on being 
blackmailed by her agent, for Goddsakes! But her thoughts faded quickly as 
she could feel Jack's enormous cock pushing solidly in her now, rubbing and 
expanding to a far greater width the tender virginal lining of her back 
passage. She became aware of Jack's hand gripping her hips with a hard 
numbing pressure as he fucked and sawed into the darkened depths of her ass. 
The pain continued on and on, and each further thrust brought mumbled groans 
from deep in her throat. The bed was wet from her tears, and her makeup was 
running in dark rivers from her eyes, and he rammed into her with longer 
strokes, worming the entire rigid length of his monstrously erect cock right 
up her pained rectum until she could feel his sperm bloated balls buffeting 
each time down against her sopping cuntal passage. 

The audience howled with rapture! 

Again, in the mirror, she saw Bobby crawl up to the bed, his cock hardened 
and standing out like some log fresh cut from the forest. She felt him reach 
and squeeze one breast and trace his hand down her nakedly squirming body, 
pulling and kneading at her softly white, flesh until she thought he might 
go insane with his desire. 

"Jesus, Jack, flip her over!" Bobby half shouted at the redheaded woman's 
husband as he watched, bug-eyed at the thin, pink ridges of anal flesh that 
pulled from her roundly stretched rectum each time the older man withdrew 
his thickly pulsating cock. 

Jack was wild with a strength he didn't know he had. Bobby had a wild, 
insane idea. "Okay, baby," Bobby smiled down at Carlotta's hollowed back. 
"Now we're gonna have a double fuck!" 

The boys crowded around, laughing their approval. It was going to be a night 
to remember for both the performers and the audience who were by now 
screaming, standing up on their chairs for a better look, and crowding near 
the stage. 

Jack grabbed the tortured young woman's hips again before she had time to 
think or protest and rolled over to one side, pulling her backwards on top 
of him, bringing another groan of pain and surprise from her lips as she lay 
outstretched beneath her.. . her smooth, oily hollowed back pressed down 
against his stomach and chest, her legs splayed out lewdly on the outside of 
his own, while his hugely throbbing cock lay buried to its entirety deep up 
into the heated depths of her rectum. She felt hopelessly skewered on a spit 
of unyielding iron. 

Gray Collins watched it all happen from the stage entrance. When at first 
Jack Thompson had stormed the stage, screaming and roaring obscenities at 
his naked wife on stage, Gray was quickly calculating the best exit for 
himself and Candy for fear the police would bust the place. Of all 
criminals, irate husbands are the most unpredictable, he knew, and judging 
from the look on Jack Thompson's face at that moment ... his lips curled 
back in ripples of rage, baring his teeth, and the veins in his neck 
standing out like telephone cords ... Jack Thompson looked ready to kill. 

In moments the screaming, irate husband had turned into a grinning satyr. He 
was a hell of a performer all right, and Bobby was doing his part, too. The 
young boy crawled on top of Carlotta, eagerly forcing his thighs between 
hers and Jack's, spreading her legs even further apart and aiming his hard 
jerking cock to push it quickly into the moistly stretched channel of her 
defenselessly open pussy. 

"Ohhhhhh, God!" Carlotta moaned piteously as his young lust-hardened shaft 
rammed without hesitation into her wetly cringing cunt-driving into her 
until she felt his heavy, sperm-filled testicles slap hard against the open 
cheeks of her buttocks, joining Jack's brutally impaling penis, sunk deep 
into her ass. She whimpered helplessly, both in the throb of pain and also 
in debased humiliation, sandwiched like a whore between her husband who was 
mercilessly fucking her with his angry, fiery cock, and that of the young 
boy. She could feel it greater now as they thrust deeper into her tender 
oily body with only the fragile layer of fleshy tissue between rectum and 
cunt separating their hardened cocks. 

Billie, one of the other boy scouts, watched in an unconscious state of 
lust, pulling at his own aching penis as he watched Jack and Bobby begin 
fucking wildly into Carlotta's writhing, hotly moist pussy with a maddened 
anger, while Jack's hips undulated up and down lifting all three of them off 
of the bed, ramming in and out of her anus like a jackhammer with hard cruel 
strokes . . . the two males finally falling in a smooth rhythmic cadence 
that pounded her between them like a ragdoll. 

Billie bent over until his face was just a few short inches from the wetly 
glistening cocks ramming into Carlotta's wide-stretched genital openings. He 
watched breathlessly the pink frayed edges of her pussy flesh pulling out 
with Bobby's wet penis on the outstroke and disappearing lewdly back inside 
as he plunged again deep into her quivering little belly. The same view came 
to his eyes of Jack's thickly hardened cock sucking and pulling down out of 
her, drawing the tight pink ridges of her tightly clenched anus v/ith it. 
then wildly reaming back up into her until his sperm-bloated balls were 
wedged hard up into the soft yielding cheeks of her buttocks. 

He had to get in the act! 

Billie lay on his side next to Bobby's head until his hard pulsating prick 
was even with the older woman's face. 

Humiliated and debased beyond words, her head twisting from side to side 
against Bobby's chest while his fingers teasingly kneaded her breasts, 
Carlotta felt only a great wetness and tearing up between her legs. She felt 
soiled and all of her being seemed to be concentrated down at those two 
great holes they were drilling between her thighs. Her mouth opened and 
closed in torment at the feeling and thought. Periodically she tried to 
squirm up or clench her buttocks together to contain the pain in her rectum, 
but then she was cognizant only of further stretching of her cuntal passage 
and the greater pain that followed from Jack's hard entry. 

Then, as she slowly adjusted to their dual presence down between her legs, 
she felt a hand entwining gently in her hair, guiding her face to one side . 
. . and then there were fingertips gently opening her mouth and a smoothly 
rubbery thing teased against her lips. She opened her eyes and saw young 
Billie's cock, thick and hardened, throbbing against her mouth. For a 
moment, she tried to tighten her lips and resist him, but she knew it was 
useless to do so. Resigned, she relaxed her lips and let him open it with 
his fingertips and slide his cock into the moist saliva of her mouth. She 
could feel it slither up the full length of her tongue, filling her cheeks 
completely with its heated rigidity. He held her face firmly with his hands 
and began to fuck into her mouth brutally, causing her to choke as he rammed 
it halfway down her throat, almost its full length disappearing between her 
wetly parted lips. She struggled to breathe and gasped for air on the 
outstroke. 

Oh dear God! she moaned out in her misery as they fucked her between the 
three of them as if she were some whore they hired off the street. She felt 
debased and humiliated beyond all logic, and that the lustful rape of her 
defenseless body was going on for an eternity. 

Then, an image flickered through her mind and the very thought of herself 
being brutally fucked by three males in front of a crowd of cheering people 
lewdly began to excite her, causing a strange masochistic hunger to begin 
swirling in her belly, and from around the long hard penis fucking her in 
the face, a low ecstatic moan helplessly escaped. Involuntarily, her slowly 
awakening body began to undulate her buttocks and clench her muscles 
fist-like against the hard, lust-driven cocks that were pummeling into her. 

She moaned and her lips tightened more hungrily around the hotly throbbing 
cock ramming into her mouth her cheeks ballooning and hollowing lewdly with 
Billie's hard vicious drives: suddenly she was delighting in the touching of 
its veins and ridges as her tongue swirled voraciously around the pulsating 
head . .. her tongue tip searching for the tiny split on the end. At the 
same time, she was aware of her buttocks moving downward against Jack's 
up-coming cock digging deep into her widely stretched rectum, and then her 
hips were driving forward and upward to suck all of her young lover's 
pistoning cock into her now insatiable pussy. All sense of her position and 
the lewdness of it seemed to blank from her mind in a sudden wild flood of 
ecstatic and masochistic sensation that was racing like some obscene sheet 
of wild-fire throughout her whole being. Nothing mattered anymore but the 
lust-hardened cocks fucking into her from all directions, and she rocked 
crazily under their demonic attack, while she sucked like a wildcat at 
Billie's youthful cock in her mouth. 

"Ohhhhhhhh God, she wanted his young cum to gush out in her throat for all 
the men in the audience to see . .. wanted it to spew down her throat, fill 
her belly as those fucking into her cunt and wide-stretched anus would fill 
her there! 

Oh God. .. she could feel Billie's cock bloating in her mouth and she 
tongued it madly . . . cum . . . cum . . . cum . .. triphammered through her 
mind. 

And he did! 

It burst like a gushing hose, shooting forth thick streams of the creamy 
white liquid deep into her throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as 
she swallowed gluttonously to keep from gagging on the great continuous jet 
spewing endlessly from it. She swallowed in quick voracious gulps, tightly 
fastening her lips like a rubber band around the ejaculating cock, afraid of 
losing even a single trickle of the precious male sperm. Even so, small 
droplets issued and dribbled from the corners of her mouth as Billie groaned 
and rolled away from her, and his deflating cock slithered limply from 
between her still sucking mouth, thin sticky threads of the warm white semen 
stretching from her lips to his cock as it slowly backed away .. . but there 
were still Jack and Bobby! 

"Oh, God, fuck it, fuck it. .. pleezz . . ." she grunted thickly to each 
continuing thrust they made into her cunt and anus. Wild and almost crazed 
they became, slapping into her without mercy, yet, she fucked them back with 
the same wildness for every stroke they rammed into her, until all three 
began to moan in strange, unintelligible cries of endless sexual abandon ... 
in a mindless scream of lust. 

"AAAAAHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHEEEEEE . . . God! YES! I can feel both your cocks 
fucking into me! Split me! Hurt meeeee! Oh God, keep fucking. . . keep 
fucking. .. !" Carlotta screamed out to them, begging them on now, the lewd, 
salacious thought of having her husband and a strange boy fucking her while 
a crowd of people watched. On and on it went... the rising crescendo of it. 
.. the hungry fingers playing like a lecherous insect over her nakedly oiled 
flesh as she was mercilessly impaled in cunt and rectum from above and 
below. Her mind exploded . . . and nothing else mattered ... nothing existed 
but the unholy sensations of lustful rapture to burst deep inside her 
swirling body. 

"Fill me! Now! Oh God, fill me now with your cum! Shoot it into me 
together!" she cried for all to hear. She wailed like a banshee, the smooth 
slippery walls of her womb and bowels contracting like a sucking baby's 
mouth around the cocks skewering into her. 

Then, without warning, Jack began to shout obscenities, and at that second, 
Carlotta, her body wantonly writhing and twisting like a belly dancer's 
between the two males, felt the hot boiling river of his sperm shoot deep up 
into her rectum as her own orgasm rippled over her, sending unfathomable 
sensations of feeling jetting through her, and she could feel every 
throbbing pulsation of his jerking cock as it spewed out its load of hot 
white cream deep, deep up into her still sucking bowels. Then Bobby grunted 
and rammed his cock as far up her wildly clasping cunt as possible as she 
kicked her legs back as high as they would go, her groans heaving from her 
chest, and his wildly jerking penis let loose and began spewing its thick 
white jets of scalding semen far up into the depths of her trembling belly, 
her own sexual secretions mixing and pooling hotly with Bobby's, and an 
almost insane convulsion of ecstasy momentarily overwhelming her. And then 
it was over! 

And yet it wasn't. Candy and the watching boy scouts were inflamed with a 
restless sexual energy, and Candy was determined not to be upstaged by 
Carlotta. She let the boys fall on her like animals, and Candy grinned as 
they fought to be first to shove their cock up her all too willing rectum. 

Carlotta watched with half closed eyes, an ecstatic smile on her lips. It 
was going to take a lot of convincing on her part to make her husband 
understand that she had been blackmailed into this role of sex performer. 
But now, at least, she had the secret to his understand ... all she'd have 
to do was to let him have her whenever and however he wanted her, and their 
marriage would be complete. 

From behind the curtain, Gray Collins grinned triumphantly. The crowd was 
nearly going crazy, screaming and carrying on, demanding curtain calls and 
shouting "More, more, we want more!" 

Gray Collins crossed his arms over his chest and rested one foot on the 
bottom rung of the stage hand's stepladder. "I'll be a son-of-gun," he 
muttered. "That damned gypsy knew what she was talking about all right." He 
shook his head with the bewilderment of watching his eleven year old nymphet 
daughter take on three boys at once. "A chip off the old block .. . just 
like her old man. That kid's gonna be worth a million by the time she's 
sixteen if she keeps this up. Puts Shirley Temple to shame . .." Best of 
all, he knew he'd have no problems trying to find actresses and actors to 
work with her. From the way things looked now, he just might have his cast 
filled with the Thompsons. 

Then, a sly smirk burst over his face as he remembered the first night he'd 
made love with his nymphet daughter and with a spark of understanding, he 
intuitively realized why the gypsy had given him that scornful look of 
accusative reproach. That gypsy had seen it all in the ball.. . 


End
