In the weeks that followed, the Carters were quite pleased to find Ellen visiting them with increasing frequency. Often she stopped by on her way home from school, then lingered over a glass of soda pop and some ice cream for the longest time. In the evenings she would come by again and they would watch TV, films or play scrabble or go to driveins for milk shakes.
Several times they took her ice skating at the big rink in Northfield, and despite her voluptuousness Ellen proved to be surprisingly graceful on the ice. In the short-short skating skirt her gorgeous long, muscular legs were shown off to exciting advantage, and her long blonde hair swirled gorgeously on every turn. Maxwell Carter could barely wait to sink his teeth into her.
His favorite game, however, was taking Ellen downstairs to shoot pool in their game room. For when she leaned over the billiards table he was often afforded an intoxicating viewing of her massively swelling young breasts as they swayed within her clinging tight sweaters. When she was around, his mouth was continually watering and his nostrils flaring.
Not that he wasn't prepared to let his own sexual interests take a back seat to the economic concerns of Midwest Films, Inc.
Consequently it was eventually decided between himself and Dominique that the time had become ripe and that they could afford to wait no longer. Ellen was frequently affectionate, giving both of them hugs and kisses on the check before going home, and she had also taken quite a fancy to Handsome, their powerful German shepherd. All they needed was to time her initiation properly and they felt sure that there would be no fuss whatever.
But the timing was, nonetheless, important.
They decided, finally, to pursue her in a manner that had been successful with numerous other reluctant conquests. A combination of preying on her immaturity and the natural wish of every over-developed teenager to appear older than her years, and sophisticated, and the use of drugs and lewd motion pictures as well. Eventually she would become so aroused that she would no longer be able to control herself. At least, that was the plan.
Meanwhile the virginal golden Ellen suspected nothing. She felt affectionate towards the Carters, and she dearly loved Handsome, but she hadn't even fingered again since the evil night she had caught her mother with Billy Erspamer… not that the thirteen year old hadn't been tempted! She had resolved that she would struggle to retain her purity in order to counterbalance her mother's fall from grace. The Winthrop family of Kenwood Lane would at least have her balancing it in a world that was too evil to survive much longer.
By visiting the Carters frequently, she seemed to acquire some of their strength of personality. They were so good – if worldly – that she came to believe that she could rely upon their judgment utterly. Surely they hadn't become so rich by not having any sense. So she studied everything Dominique Carter did, and Maxwell Carter, too. She wanted to be just like them. Her mother she merely tolerated. The chasm between then widened daily.
It was this innocent trust that prevented Ellen from developing any inkling or suspicion of what fate the Carters really had in mind for her. As a result, she accepted with alacrity when they suggested one evening that she spend the weekend at their house. They had plenty of room, and they did have such fun together. It would be lovely fun.
Her mother agreed with what Ellen considered to be uncharacteristic alacrity, and the young girl readied herself. She got a little bag of her things and toilet articles together, and went over to the Carters almost immediately after coming home from school on Friday.
The afternoon seemed to go along in a relatively mild, innocuous fashion. At dinner they explained to her that they were celebrating Maxwell's birthday with champagne.
Ellen had never drunk champagne before, nor for that matter any alcoholic beverage, but she didn't want to offend her two good friends, and in particular she didn't want to seem childish and immature. For if she refused to drink she knew they would seize upon that to make light fun of her in a good-natured way, and she didn't want that. She wanted to live up to their sophisticated company in every way.
So she drank. And the bubbles went right to her head, making her cough and sputter. What a good laugh they all had over that.
And then Maxwell offered her the cigarette.
It appeared to be no more unusual than any other cigarette, set in white paper with a gold lipstick end and some sort of filter. "Well, if you're old enough for champagne now," he laughed, "you're entitled to a first cigarette as well. Go on, it won't bite you."
"Oh, but I -"
And then Dominique's face turned more stony than Ellen had ever seen it before. The older woman blew smoke out through her nose and looked at Ellen frightfully, and the pert teenager realized that the weekend could become very unpleasant if she was going to hold onto her childishness much longer. And anyway, who was it who had warned her of smoking? Her mother, whose opinion could scarcely count for anything now.
So she allowed Mr. Carter to light up the cigarette and she took a slow but even puff on it.
To her surprise, she didn't even cough, and in fact the smoke, coming on the heels of the champagne, seemed to have quite a heady effect on her. With the second puff she began to feel very lightheaded indeed, and she was very much ready to retire to the living room when it was suggested.
Another glass of champagne was put into her hand when she had finished the first, and although she didn't want to add to her escalating tipsiness, she couldn't bring herself to refuse. As she drank, she could hear the servants finishing off in the kitchen and dining room somewhere, and finally there was silence from that direction with a series of doors being slammed. The three of them were alone again in the big house. Handsome nuzzled his furry snout against her party exposed thigh and her fingers played affectionately around her ears.
Maxwell Carter had started the stereo, and, as they relaxed over their drinks and cigarettes, the most sensual music seemed to waft through the air of the living room-cum-library. By now the pungent sweetness of the smoke seemed to hang very heavy as well. It seemed to Ellen that the scent of that smoke was exceptionally honeyish, but she was not experienced enough to know what that meant, or to distinguish it from ordinary smoke.
"Time for our evening movie," Maxwell whispered, and then he disappeared behind them and could be heard doing something in the projection room. In another moment the library's lights had dimmed, the screen had slid down from the ceiling, and white flashes were flickering across it as the film began.
The room was perfectly quiet now except for the film running and the occasional deep inhalation and exhalation. Occasionally one of them coughed as well. And then there was a picture on the screen.
The film showed a large bed in a bedroom with a small vanity to one side with a large mirror standing near it. While Ellen puzzled at this, her empty champagne glass was taken away and a full one substituted.
She had lost all sense of proportion now and wasn't sure if it was Maxwell or Dominique that had given her the glass. But it didn't matter! The cigarette made her thirsty and dreamy, and she poured the cool liquid down her throat greedily.
It was nice to have someone looking after her the way the Carters did; she loved them as if they were her real parents now. A happy, relaxed feeling suffused her voluptuous young body and a soft smile of appreciation flooded her sensual face.
On the screen, an innocent-looking young red-head had appeared by the bed. She could not have been over sixteen and was the most lovely thing Ellen had ever seen. She had a look of loneliness on her face that touched Ellen to the depths because she felt all alone too. She identified with this beautiful long-haired girl and concentrated on her completely.
On the screen, the actress picked up a picture from the dressing table, looked longingly at it for a moment, then pressed it tenderly to the pear-shaped fullness of her proud young breasts outlined so clearly beneath the tight black dress she wore. Then she placed the framed photograph gently on her pillow and began to undress.
In a close-up, Ellen saw that the picture was that of a handsome looking German shepherd. Her beloved pet, no doubt.
Meanwhile, the girl pulled her dress slowly upwards, exposing her highset calves and full, well-rounded thighs. The black of her long silk stockings, held in place by a dainty lace-trimmed pink garter belt, contrasted sharply with the creamy alabaster of her nakedly exposed flesh.
"What is this?" Ellen could hear her own voice saying groggily, but it sounded too unreal.
Dominique patted her hand gently. "Ssssh, darling. Shhh."
The dress snaked its way over the girl's head and her magnificentlyrounded torso emerged. Then her white brassiere fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers and the full grandeur and beauty of her firmly ripe breasts swung into view. They stood high and proud, accentuated by the lighting in the film. Their turgid little nipples stood out on the luscious half-spheres, peaking still higher as the girl raised her arms high up over her head, unpinning her long shining red hair and then releasing it to cascade softly down over her alluring shoulders.
The girl was almost naked now, in just high unfashionable stiletto heels, long black hose and the thin wisp of sheer white panties. She turned and bent over slowly, her back to them; then she drew the silken panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks – brushing them sensuously along her smooth thighs and calves, and finally discarding them at her feet by her dress. She stretched languidly and teasingly as she turned front-ward. All of her delicious nakedness was exposed now, from her high sumptuously rounded breasts to the soft chestnut triangle of her vaginal mound.
Ellen shifted nervously as Maxwell sat down next to her with a fresh drink in his hand. Dominique got up to get something in the darkness, and Handsome left Ellen's lap and followed slavishly after her.
The thirteen year old blonde had certainly never expected anything like this, but the champagne and the cigarette had made her head so giddy that she couldn't think of any appropriate comment. And anyway she was still conscious of her desire to appear "adult" before the Carters.
The girl in the motion picture lay back on the bed now; she had picked up the framed photograph of the German shepherd and was looking at it longingly. Ellen gasped aloud as the actress free hand massaged her breasts in passionate circles, her fingers tweaking the rubber-eraser nipples into throbbing hardness. The girl's legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing the thin teenage slit of her vagina nestled so titillatingly inside the curly auburn hair up between her thighs. Her naked ass-cheeks twisted back against the mattress as though she were trying to bury herself in it. Sheer wanton desire was reflected in her hotly glowing eyes.
Ellen squirmed her own buttocks nervously, feeling the cushion of the sofa brush electrically against the soft swelling of her throbbing young pussy. Staring at this unexpected shock, her breath quickened and her nostrils flared wickedly.
As she sipped breathlessly the last of her champagne, Mr. Carter lit two more thin cigarettes and passed her one. Without thinking, Ellen inhaled deeply from hers until she began to cough, and then he took it away from her and passed her another full glass of champagne. She could feel an unfamiliar tingling in her loins expanding in size as she drank.
Gradually, however, she could feel herself beginning to unwind and come free of her inhibitions. The heat and excitement of the motion picture had begun to stimulate the drugged blonde girl against her will. She squirmed down against the couch again, feeling the rounded edge of the cushion shoving her skirt and panties up tighter against her pelvic area. She rubbed herself gently against it, worming the cushion corner directly into her moistly pulsating cunt lips. Her aroused young body rocked on it then with an almost discernible rhythm – in unison with the girl in the film. She could feel the wetness spread between her thighs as she opened them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. The roughness brushed soothingly against her tiny, rising clitoris through the sheer panties.
She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eye at the Carters to make sure they hadn't noticed; apparently they hadn't. Mr. Carter appeared to be dragging heavily on his cigarette, and his eyes seemed rather glazed. Dominique was lying back on the chaise lounge with Handsome nuzzling up between her legs as she stroked his furry ears. The older woman's evening gown had slipped up so that her sleek firm thighs were visible above the tops of her sheer nylon stockings. Even in this dim light Ellen could make out the white band of her panties. Dominique seemed unaware of her almost indecent exposure. Her mouth was open with intoxicated rapture as Handsome licked along her naked flesh and her dreamy glazed over eyes studied the action on the screen.
Ellen leaned back against the couch, careful not to break contact with the edge of the cushion pressed so snugly into the heated wet crevice up between her fevered young thighs, and found Mr. Carter's fatherly arm behind her, waiting. She relaxed against it with a pleasant, secured sigh and made no protest as Maxwell's hand came to rest casually on her budding left breast. It was wonderful to have real parents and a real father again, she thought. The Carters made all of life and every day exciting.
The older man pushed the sweet-tasting cigarette between her lips, and she took a more careful drag on it than she had last time, so that she didn't cough at all, but, instead, felt rather like giggling. The rich, masculine scent of Maxwell's cologne filled her nostrils, making her loins squirm even more. It had a rich, heady, suggestive odor, and she snuggled backward into his arm unthinkingly.
Now the girl on the screen appeared to be writhing with uncontrollable lasciviousness on the big bed, as though she were being attacked by some unseen lover. She had placed the picture of the dog on the bedside table, and both her hands were running over her body as though out of control, her fingertips dancing over her taut little belly and coming to rest together at the "vee" of her hair-covered loins. She groaned as her fingers contacted the moistly glistening slit up between her thighs, and pulled her knees up, her toes curling tightly into the mattress. Then she straightened her legs like two beautifully carved alabaster columns, letting them fall wide open to reveal the pink little furrow between. Her fingers moved into her fleshy vaginal lips and spread them apart slowly until the wet pinkness was fully visible surrounding the hungrily opening cuntal mouth. The half-moons of her rounded buttocks shone with sweat which ran down the crevice between her ass-cheeks. Her tiny anus nestled quietly, but invitingly beneath the swollen cuntal lips.
Ellen gasped with disbelief as the girl slowly inserted her outstretched middle finger into her visibly throbbing pussy furrow, stroking the tiny bud-like clitoris to a quivering erectness. Mr.
Carter squeezed her breast tightly as if to reassure her, but, instead, this only made Ellen's breathing come faster. She was embarrassed and afraid to look at him. It was shameful of her, but his hand seemed only to be increasing the fluttering sensation of excitement in her loins.
She was convinced she had inherited this evil from her mother. How could she ever look the wonderful and respectable Carters in the eye again? She had to get a hold on herself.
But now she was hypnotized into immobility as the sensuous movements of the naked young girl on the bed increased and her probing fingers worked themselves inside the pink flesh of her tight little cunt, slowly widening those seeping vaginal lips. A moment later, she slipped her index finger in alongside her middle one and began fucking them eagerly in and out of her stretched cuntal opening. Almost frantically, her legs jack-knifed backward until her knees pressed against her flattened breasts and her nakedly squirming ass-cheeks rose and fell in response to her thrusting fingers. The red-headed teenager's facial muscles contorted as she added another finger to the two already in her tight young cunt and, clenching her teeth, rammed all three into the hungry pink folds of pussy flesh. They disappeared with a loud sucking noise, and a soft purr of pleasure whispered from the girl's open throat.
Ellen tensed with shock, her mouth gaping open in astonishment, and it was only Mr. Carter's firm grip on her outsized young breasts that kept her fleeing from the room. She knew that she should leave right now, but, at the same time, she felt too weak to tear herself away.
Maxwell put the drugged cigarette between her lips again, and once more she drew on it deeply. Her feverishly pulsing loins and mind seemed to swim with vague, undefined warmish desires. She wanted to flee, but she wanted to stay, too. She wanted… oh, she didn't know what she wanted.
Maxwell Carter made her take another sip of champagne. It was difficult to be sure, but it seemed as if his hand had begun a gentle kneading of her pulsating breast. A passion of indefinable desire was raging out of control up between her legs, and she felt so strange that she wanted to rip off all her clothes… do something!
Abruptly, she realized she felt the same as the young girl in the film must feel. Up there, the other teenager on the screen now seemed to have become possessed. Her eyes and teeth were clenched tightly as she writhed in complete wantonness beneath her own fingers, fucking eagerly in and out of the wetly glistening hole up between her legs. The lewd, rapid rhythm drove grunts of pleasure and sighs of delight from deep in her lust-constricted chest as her fingers sank into the tight pink opening, making moist sucking sounds when they withdrew, only to be thrust back in again and again.
Her face was mottled as she strained for orgasm and she groaned with sexual frustration as her fingers plunged deeper and deeper into her teenage little cunt. Her reddish chestnut hair lolled from side to side in a gorgeous mass beneath her straining face as she arched her back and buttocks up off the bed…
And then Ellen's eyes widened dramatically and her awe-struck mouth dropped open, her jaw helplessly slack. For, entering the film suddenly from one side of the screen was the most powerful-looking German shepherd she had ever seen in her life…