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CHAPTER SEVEN

The days grew into weeks and the weeks into months. At first, Angela insisted that Barry put her into the act. But he would only give her a handful of pills and shove his dick into her, with a gruff, "Later, baby."

"Later" never came, and Angela eventually resigned herself to it. Through Lydia she found out her real function.

"And we're the pussy?"

"That's right," Lydia answered. "And then there's the occasional V.I.P. visitor, a director or producer, who likes a little orgy action or some swinging private entertainment."

"And we provide it?" Angela gasped.

"But, Lydia, what's going to happen to us?"

"Who knows? I guess we'll last just as long as our looks and the pills hold out," the redhead replied.

Angela just nodded and dropped another handful of pills.

She stopped counting the number of cocks she sucked and fucked, and gave up trying to remember where or how she did it.

Now and then she thought of Dom, and what it would be like to be someone's wife again – even an asshole like Dom's wife.

Then the tour was over and the whole entourage headed back to Hollywood. Barry had decided that he was going to try again for a movie career.

The band broke up, and Barry rented a big Beverly Hills house. The orgies stopped and he suddenly started being kind to Lydia and Angela.

He bought them both beautiful new wardrobes and installed them in their own apartment in the house.

Angela thought everything was going to change. They were going to live a little more like normal people.

"Don't kid yourself, honey," Lydia told her. "We're just being primed for the big one, that's all!"

A few nights later, Angela found out what she meant.

She'd been off the dope and pills for nearly a month. Her head was starting to come back to reality. Then Barry announced a dinner party for Ritchie Verrain.

"Who's Ritchie Verrain?" Angela asked Barry.

"A producer, baby, one of the biggest. And ol' Barry is gonna star in his next picture. That is, if you and Lydia do your job well!"

The afternoon of the dinner party, Angela was handed some pills. She refused to take them, but Barry used a strap on her until she agreed. When both she and Lydia were good and high, Barry explained, in detail, Ritchie Verrain's problem. Verrain loved getting a little pussy on the side, but he was deathly afraid of his wife. She held all the purse strings, and if she ever caught Ritchie fucking around, he was in big trouble.

Lydia and Angela would seduce him, by force if necessary, and Barry would make a movie of it. Ritchie would come across with the role for Barry, or there wouldn't even be a movie.

It all sounded silly to Angela, and she told herself she wouldn't do it. But, by the time dinner was over, she felt the old excitement coming over her.

They adjourned to the upstairs of the house, to the room that Barry called the "play room". Before long, Barry disappeared, leaving Angela and Lydia alone with Ritchie Verrain.

Angela found herself looking forward to the nights activities as she casually studied Ritchie Verrain, their "victim". The handsome young producer held a certain attractiveness far Angela that she couldn't understand. She'd been more than surprised when he'd come right out and told her that she should be in films herself.

This Ritchie was a handsome man, all right six-feet, broad shouldered, dark, longish hair, warm hazel eyes. But definitely weird. Angela could tell.

She caught the nod from Lydia. In a daze, she stood and moved across the room. She tugged Ritchie to his feet and moved close into him.

"Hey, what are you doing?" be asked surprise.

"You'll see!" Angela said, sliding his hands around her waist and gently drawing him to her. She could hear his rapid breathing, then felt the rising bulge of his dick as he pressed it against her pelvis and thighs. A tiny ripple of excitement raced through her pussy as his lips closed over hers and his hands moved beneath her gown.

Then he suddenly tried to pull away from her. "I really shouldn't be doing this!" he gasped.

"Oh, but I like it!" Angela cooed. "Do it some more!"

Ritchie was obviously trying to hold his passion in check, but he was finding it harder and harder with his hand on Angela's bare flesh.

His warm hand was moving around caressingly to cup the full and naked firmness of her erect tits. He mumbled something in a choking whisper, then his tongue burst into her receptive mouth while his hot hand clutched and stroked her big tit excitedly, tweaking and rolling the hardened nipple while she gently rubbed her soft belly and cunt against his ballooning cock.

"Jesus," he gasped, raising his head finally to catch his breath, while Angela relentlessly ground her luscious pussy against him. He hadn't expected anything like this. He had to get her out of there, to some place where he could fuck her. "Come on, baby, I can't take much of this or I'll fuck you right here!"

"Would you? Really?" Angela husked warmly into his face, her eyes slightly glazed with her own mounting passion. "That sounds wonderful!" She slipped her hand down between them to gently grasp his long, thick dick through his trousers and slowly begin massaging it. "Ohhhh, Ritchie, it feels so hard and big and long! I-I think I'm going to love it!"

Verrain couldn't believe it. Damn, he had to get her some place and get at her pussy. But out of here, not in that asshole Golden's house. Fucking her right here would be like asking for trouble. And where was that other broad, Lydia? She hid disappeared. He'd love to dick her, too. Maybe he could get Angela out of there before Lydia came back. And where was Barry Golden? The whole thing was weird.

He eased Angela from him and took her hand. "Come on, we're going somewhere and quick, before I come right in my pants!"

"No, no, lover," Angela breathed. "Let's do it right here!"

"Here? Christ, no!"

"C'mon, Ritchie, honey! I'm really hot for your cock!" She pushed him down until he was lying on the floor. "It's cozy here, Ritchie, honey!"

She moved over him until she was standing right over his face. Ritchie could see right up her skirt and along those beautiful, white, full thighs. For God's sake, she didn't have any panties on! He could see her pussy as well as he could see her face. Oh shit! His dick was jerking hard all over again and she was smiling down at him. Then he watched her step out of her shoe and her small, pink-soled foot moved between his legs to massage his prick slowly up and down.

"Your dick's hard, isn't it, Ritchie?" Angela teased. "Doesn't your wife fuck it enough for you, sweetie?"

"For God's sake, listen, please! What are you trying to do to me?"

"Fuck you, honey," Angela answered, still smiling softly and continuing to tease his cock with her foot.

"Look, let's go somewhere… oh shit." He gasped as he saw Lydia walk into the room and stand behind Angela. She was stark naked. Oh shit, shit, shit, he thought… two of them!

Angela spread her legs open farther so that their "victim" could better see her wet, trembling cunt. "You like what you see, Ritchie, sweetie?"

Ritchie couldn't answer. His brain was a turmoil of mixed emotions. There was no doubt that he wanted to fuck the brains out of this little fox but what if his wife found out? Fear, dread, and mounting desire were making his mind reel. Angela was taunting his cock with her foot while he stared up the long, white columns of her thighs to the pink slit of her pouting cunt. She swayed her hips teasingly, the smooth crevice between her magnificent asscheeks driving him crazy with lust.

"Would you like to suck my pussy, Ritchie? I think I'd love to have you do that!"

"Jesus, I don't get it," he groaned, trying to get his mind back on an even keel. "What the hell are you two trying to do?"

"I'm trying to feed you some warm pussy juice, maybe," Angela cooed, running her tongue tip over her full lower lip.

For a moment, Ritchie felt a cold chill creep along his flesh. This chick was insane. Did Golden have something up his sleeve?

"What do you think, Lydia?" Angela turned to her friend.

"Yeah, Angie, sweetie, maybe you've got something there. I think I'd like to watch a cunt sucking, and you can suck his prick! A little sixty-nine session, okay?" Lydia's own excitement was evident in her voice.

"You want to watch a real, live fuck-show?"

"Yes!" the beautiful redhead cried.

The two of them turned on Verrain and attacked him, ripping at his clothes. The aroma from their cunts and the nearness of their bodies was more than he could stand.

He gave up.

They stripped his trousers and shorts off until he lay there naked, his erect dick like a telephone pole towering and bobbing above his groin. After Angela worked the foreskin up and down a dozen times, then cupped his balls as if weighing them, all of the time smiling lustfully at her partner, she lay down on her back. She hiked her gown up over her hips and asscheeks to her belly and spread her legs wide for him.

She tugged at him and Lydia pushed him until his cock and balls dangled over Angela's beautiful face and he was staring down at her luscious, spread-open cunt and asshole.

"Go ahead! Hurry up! Eat her pussy!" Lydia barked at him. "Suck her cunt! Get going!"

Ritchie could scarcely breathe as he fastened his eyes on the meal of Angela's silken-haired pussy, the pink, glistening flesh of her partially hidden slit sending new shivers of anticipation coursing up his spine.

Fuck! They were both a couple of sex-fiends! There wasn't a thing he could do. And then Ritchie felt his head being shoved down toward Angela's cunt.

"Eat it, you cunt-sucker!" Lydia spat.

Ritchie felt the velvety-soft, moistened flesh spread open around his mouth and nose as the hand forced his face into her pussy. He plunged the full length of his tongue into the quivering depths of her clasping cunt.

"Jesus Christ almighty!" Angela shrieked. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Yes! Yes! Suck it – lick it! Bite my cunt, damn you! Tongue-fuck me!"

A lust-aroused Ritchie Verrain felt her hands clutching at his head, her fingers locking in his hair. Angela moaned and gasped, spewing fuck words while he tried to envision the obscene sight they must make and how it would look to anyone who might burst in on them.

Like his wife.

Oh shit, what would he say to her? That they made him eat her cunt? Shit, she wouldn't believe him no matter what! How many times had he tried to suck her black-haired pussy or stick his prick into her mouth? Cold-blooded, frigid bitch! What he wouldn't give for a beautiful, uninhibited beauty like this!

Suddenly, Angela was hauling his face forcefully into the damp, pink gash of her juicy cunt. He felt the movements of her head between his legs as he speared his tongue up into the warm liquid depths of her fuckhole.

She was grinding her hips uncontrollably, writhing and squirming; little moans escaping from her throat. She raised her pussy up to him, pressing his face into the cleft, her hot cuntal walls opening and closing in a moist sucking action around his screwing tongue.

Angela was going wild. Ritchie Verrain's dick swayed back and forth across her face as he ate her. Above his asscheeks, she could see Lydia's voluptuous body and smiling face.

"Suck his prick, Angela, honey," Lydia breathed, "and I'll give him a little added thrill!"

Lydia was strapping on the huge, twelve-inch dildo. Angela knew what the beautiful redhead was going to do, and it made her hotter than ever.

She curled her fingers around the swollen cock that jutted down between Ritchie's legs. She raised her head greedily her red-rimmed mouth opened wide, and encircled the cock hungrily with her warm lips. She captured its entire length into her hungry mouth. In her greed she sucked his prick so deeply that it nearly gagged her. But she twisted her head enough to catch her breath, then began feverishly running her tongue up and down the soft underside, feeling the meat throb and pulse at her touch.

"Oh, Jesus, yes!" Verrain cried. "Suck me! Suck my dick! Everybody suck! Everybody fuck!"

"Oh, honey, we will!" Lydia laughed in a wild, screeching voice as she made the last adjustment on the dildo that made the huge cock stood out hard from her red pussy fur.

Angela drank deeply of the seeping pre-cum oozing from Ritchie's dick. She cupped his balls gently in the soft palms of her hands while tiny explosions of desire burst wildly in her brain. Ritchie began to move up and down, in and out of her mouth in tempo with his lashing, probing tongue in her searing pussy.

It was a nice cock, Angela thought, the perfect size for sucking. She wouldn't mind sucking it more often. She wondered if his wife ever sucked his dick for him. Jesus, what a thrill it was to blow a man she'd never seen before in her life and would probably never see again, while her gorgeous friend Lydia watched them. She sucked with a fury at his hard cockflesh embedded deeply in her throat as he licked at her naked cunt, worming his tongue deeper and deeper into her moist and quaking pussy.

Lydia had watched all she could without participating herself. Her cunt was beginning to throb from the lust-provoking spectacle. She moved around behind Ritchie, dropping to her knees between the young producer's spread legs and wide-open asscheeks. She could see Angela with her mouth full of Ritchie's prick, pumping up and down it while she cupped his hairy balls.

Angela's eyes opened and danced merrily when they focused on Lydia.

Lydia stared sadistically at the hair-fringed, brown puckered shithole between Ritchie's asscheeks.

"Do it!" Angela hissed from below. "Fuck him in the asshole, Lydia, while I blow his meat!"

Angela grabbed the phony cock strapped to Lydia's body. She aimed the huge cockhead at Ritchie's asshole.

"I'm gonna give you the thrill of your life, Verrain!" Lydia rasped thickly. "I'm going to fuck your asshole! Now, keep your ass up here and push back, you bear? All right, Angela, honey… shove it in!"

Fucking a man's ass was all new to Lydia, but she felt as excited as if she were about to fuck Angela.

Ritchie didn't hear. He was too absorbed in the luscious meat of Angela's creaming pussy to care about anything.

Lydia was shaking so badly at the thought of raping this big shot's asshole that she couldn't steady the phony dick.

"Here it comes, Verrain!" she shrieked. "What, what?" Ritchie stammered, coming out of his daze for a moment.

"I'm gonna fuck you!" Lydia exclaimed. "Yes, fuck! Let's all fuck!" Ritchie was higher on sex than the girls were on drugs.

But her words were seeping in. Angela's sucking of his prick was fantastic. It caused a driving pressure to build in his jerking balls that she held hotly in her small hand. She was caressing them lovingly while he sucked and licked at her delicious pussy, nibbling at her clit and spearing his tongue deep into the delectable depths of her fuckhole.

Ritchie didn't care what they did to him. Whatever they did would be worth it. Maybe he'd even like it. Fuck, he'd never had anything so fabulous and beautiful in his life.

Angela sucked at his prick as new and more wanton sensations swirled through her at the sight of Lydia's wonderful, hard cockhead squirming into Ritchie's asshole.

She was loving every lewd second of this wild fuck session. Two beautiful cocks! One in her hand and one in her mouth, and at the same time, unbelievable delight churning in her pussy and belly at the feverish sucking and licking of her cunt by this handsome stranger. Jesus, life was beautiful again! Soon she would come, she could feel it. Oh, yes, yes!

And now the phony dick was buried halfway in Verrain's asshole, moving slowly in and out, reaming its way and suddenly plunging more frenziedly until there it was, all the way up Ritchie's ass and Lydia's cunt was grazing Angela's forehead.

Lydia's laugh resounded loudly around the room. "It's in you! I'm fucking a man with my dick!" Her laugh sounded crazy, insane, as she pummeled the man's shithole harder and harder with the huge plastic cock.

"Hmmmmmm," Angela hummed around the expanding prick in her mouth, her lips and tongue stopping their gentle caressing as she watched the dildo ramming into Verrain's stretched asshole. The sight brought her own orgasm to its peak.

She felt Ritchie's mouth suddenly glued to the hole of her cunt, his thrusting tongue swirling and lashing the sensitive walls in rhythm to the cock fucking into his asshole.

Angela began to nurse and suck the hot thickness of his meat with all of her strength, her cheeks hollowing and swelling while her belly rose and fell frantically.

"Oh, shit… sooooo fucking good!" Angela shrieked around the cock ramming her face.

She clasped her lips tightly around the throbbing, blood-engorged head of his dick, and with her nails began to tickle tantalizingly beneath his balls. They had to shoot their cum. Oh, yes… NOW!

At that very moment, Lydia screamed. Angela knew that the redhead was getting off on the second cock, the one she had inserted in her pussy from the back of the contraption.

Then there was a long drawn-out sigh as Verrain blew his warm breath up Angela's cunt and she knew that he, too, was coming.

She felt the massive head of his prick in her mouth swelling, and then it came. The cum shot into the back of her throat in wild spurts of seething, boiling liquid, joined by the convulsive tremors of her own hips as her orgasm erupted in a blinding explosion. Again and again Ritchie squirted his hot spurts of cum deep into her throat, and Angela groaned as she continued sucking hungrily, her throat gulping while she swallowed and swallowed the flood of boiling jism spewing into her mouth.

They rolled away from each other, until the two girls were close together.

"He wasn't bad," Angela whispered.

"Hell, no… he was damn good," Lydia replied.

"Do you suppose Barry got it all?"

"You can just bet he did!" Lydia smiled.

Barry did indeed get it all. And he got the part in the movie immediately after he had a little private showing of the picture starring Ritchie Verrain.

It took four months for the film to be made, and during that time, strange things began to happen.

Lydia was picked up with a pound of heroin in her car. It was a mystery how it got there, because she never used the stuff. Nevertheless, she was charged and given a stiff sentence when two witnesses came forward and admitted that they were supplying Lydia with dope for resale.

It was all a lie, but there was nothing that could be done. Lydia didn't know anybody who could help her, and Barry didn't care. He was too busy making the picture that would make him a star.

At about the same time, Angela met Randy Ralston. He was a fading star in Ritchie Verrain's stable. His popularity had waned and he hadn't made a picture in years, but Angela didn't care. To her, he was the most handsome, gentlest, warmest man she had ever met. And, from the way he went after her from the moment they met, Angela was sure he felt the same way about her.

Barry was so busy with his picture he didn't care what she did. So, with Randy constantly around, it was only natural that they would get together.

To Angela's amazement, Randy had never tried to fuck her on all the dates they had together. It was a whole new twist for her, and she found herself liking it.

Then one night Barry had a late shoot and Randy invited her over to his apartment.

There was something in his voice, something that told Angela that her life was about to change. And she was ready for it; she was ready to give up the chaos that went with life around Barry Golden.

She was even ready to become a wife again.

Randy met her at the door of his apartment in his robe. When he let it fall open to expose his hard cock, Angela knew she had been right.

"Come here," Randy said, opening his arms to her.

She kicked off her sandals, laughed impishly, and rushed to his arms. He kissed her with a savage desperation. He squeezed her shapely ass through the thin dress, pulling her luscious body closer to him.

"You realize, of course," she whispered into his ear, "that you're going to make me fall in love with you."

"I can't think of anything I want more," Randy replied, and covered her mouth with his.

"I feel overdressed," Angela gasped, finally breaking the tongue-lashing kiss.

She pulled away from him. He watched while she undressed. She did a slow, sensual strip-tease for him until she stood dressed only in her bra, which was nothing more than a tiny scrap of nylon net, and a skimpy pair of black bikini panties.

Randy shed his robe, grabbed hold of her shoulders. She was quick to grasp his cock. Her hand was small, cool. He leaned his head down, clamped his teeth at the center of the nylon net bra, and peeled it away from her high-rising tits. Her soft laughter was deep-throated, delighted at the smooth way he had bared her tits.

She arched her back, lifting her full, ripe globes higher. The nipples were the color of ripe cherries. Randy took one between his lips, sucked at it while his strong hand played with her ass. He poked his finger through the thin, lacy material of the bikini panties.

Still sucking her tits, he swooped her up into his arms. Angela squealed with happiness. He lay her gently onto the bed. With his teeth he peeled the panties down the wide flare of her hips to just below the hairs of her pussy.

He dug his hands beneath her buttocks, lifting her pussy to his mouth. He clamped his lips around the wriggling pussy mound, sucking.

"Oh, yes!" Angela gasped. "Oh, God, YES!"

"Just sampling," Randy chuckled, rolling onto his back.

"Oh, God," she said, frustrated, sitting up.

"Here," he grinned, patting his chest. "Sit here."

Angela straddled him. She was breathing heavily.

"Oh, Randy!" she gasped as he wormed a finger down and began teasing her cunt. She leaned back, resting on her elbows that were at either side of his thighs. Her pussy jutted toward his face. His busy fingers drew the juices of her cunt to the surface.

He parted the lips to look at the pink inside of her luscious hole, so very pink in contrast to the dark of her pussy fur.

He poked his finger up into the slit, pulled it free, sticky wet. Angela giggled as he licked his finger clean. Cunt juice dripped onto his chest. He had a hot, juicy woman, all right. Angela would make sure of that. She would also make sure that she would be the only woman he would ever want.

Because, suddenly, Randy Ralston was the only man she wanted.

"Come closer, little girl," he said hoarsely.

She scooted up until her cunt was closer to his face, in easy reach of his tongue and mouth. He burrowed his mouth into the cleft of her outer lips. With his tongue, he penetrated the inner lips and sucked until Angela thought she would lose her mind. His fingertips massaged the insides of her smooth thighs as he sucked at her throbbing, erect clit.

Angela's moan was loud, ragged. "I love you. Oh, God, I love you, Randy!"

"Do you, baby?"

"Yes, yes! Oh, please, darling, fuck me!"

She rolled onto her back and pulled her legs wide, opening her cuntlips with her fingers. She knew what he wanted to see. The little clit twitched eagerly, as if begging for male meat to nudge it.

Randy clutched his big cock, moved upwards so he could rub the heavy head across the sticky, coiled hairs of her pussy.

"Oooohhhhhhh!" Her long moan expressed a hunger that had become ravenous.

Sticky drippings oozed from the slit of his cockhead to mingle with her cunt juices. His big hands cupped around the jiggling, big tits and tenderly he pinched the swollen nipples. Angela lifted her ass upward, trying to force the head of his cock into her. But he made her wait a few moments longer.

He lifted each soft tit higher, licked underneath, sucked the tender flesh. He sucked at the taut nipples, tickling the sensitive tips with the tip of his tongue.

Angela relaxed, her moan warm, as he sucked deeply at each tit in turn. She relaxed, no longer impatient, surrendering completely to the hands of an expert, enjoying the preliminaries to the hilt.

Then Randy began to inch his cock into her slowly. The warm, gushy flesh of her cunt grasped it snugly. He kept pushing into her until his prick was buried to the balls and his dark-brown hair merged with hers.

He felt her silken legs clamp around his back.

"Let me!" she whispered.

He didn't have to guess for longer than a second the meaning of her words. She began to roll her hips slowly while he remained still. She was as hungry as before, but she was controlling that hunger, the longer to savor his cock, the longer to allow his cock to savor her pussy.

They were good together, she thought happily. Maybe because both of them had had lots of experience.

A wild expression began to spread over her face and she moved her hips faster.

"Let it go, baby," Randy grinned. "I can control it. I can hold it back."

He found the right rhythm and rolled his hips in perfect time to hers, managing to thrust his, dick deeper into her with each revolution.

Angela squealed loudly in orgasm and he chuckled softly and slowed his pace for a few moments. He felt her body relax, yield, and then he went after her again, pumping hard. Angela yielded but was not passive. She gave… gave all of herself.

Her head rolled wildly from side to side. She lifted her ass up higher and Randy dug his hands beneath, grasping the smooth, round flesh. He kept fucking harder, balls slapping against the crack of her luscious ass. Her expression told him she was nearly there again. And he knew he was ready to join her at any second.

He grasped her tits as if they were handles and held on for the final heavy thrusts. Then his cum jetted from his exploding cock at the same time as she cried out again.

He pulled her climaxing body close to his and held her close, his slowly softening prick fluttering inside her. They were both sweating, and when their bodies pulled apart there was a soft, plopping sound.

"I should take a shower," Angela panted.

They took one together. Randy got hard again under the shower and she knelt to suck him off. Instead, he coaxed her back up and hauled her to bed again. This time he fucked her fast and hard.

"Do I dare take another shower?" Angela giggled. "Or would you start all over again?"

"You know damn well I will!" Randy grinned. That night, Angela packed her things and left Barry's house to move in with Randy.