The huge, old Victorian house was as calm and serene, on the outside, as it had been when it was first constructed in 1891.
Inside, every room was a zoo of writhing, naked bodies.
There was one huge room where most of the action was taking place. In the original plan, the room had been a den, a living room and a solarium, all in one, that looked out over San Francisco Bay. Now it was one big, dimly-lit area with heavy carpeting, low furniture and lots of pillows. This facilitated fucking on the floor ... and that was what most of the twenty or so naked bodies were doing.
At one end, there was a wall-to-wall bar. Behind the bar stood the owner of the house, Cody Ferrain. He was fully dressed in an expensively cut dinner jacket, a red cravat and dark, stylish trousers.
In one hand he swirled a glass of brandy. In the other he held a dark, pencil-thin cigar, the smoke from its tip curling up to form a screen over his normally cold, emotionless eyes.
His eyes were alive as they tirelessly roamed over the scene. In one corner a beautiful woman lay on her back with her kicking legs thrust high in the air. Her thighs were wrapped around the hips of a young, good-looking stud who was driving his cock into her cunt with all the force in his ass. Just in front of his face was the ass and swinging balls of a second young man. He was fucking his cock down into the woman's mouth while the stud behind him drove his tongue into his ass.
Across from them, a redhead with huge, melon-like tits was wildly bouncing her cunt up and down over a man's prick while she sucked the cock of another man who stood in front of her.
Just beside them, two girls were wildly eating each other's cunts while a man ground his dick up one girl's asshole.
A scream of pain brought Cody Ferrain's attention to a poof in the center of the room. Emilio Vargas, a dark muscular youth, one of the regulars at Cody's, was inching his cock up a young girl's ass.
For the first time that evening, Cody's thin lips broke into a smile. The girl was obviously in excruciating pain. And why shouldn't she be? Emilio was one in a million-he had a fourteen inch long cock, and its girth was every bit as frightening as its length.
The girl screamed again and Emilio moaned as over half his huge meat sunk up her ruptured asshole. It made Cody's smile widen. Of all the action he saw every night in the main room or in one of his many private bedrooms upstairs, this was the thing he enjoyed moat-pain!
Emilio, with his huge rod, was the best to watch. Cody was proud of finding him and introducing him to the swinging life. He alone had first noticed Emilio's cruel streak and the boy's lack of any morals. Emilio lived for one thing, kicks, and he found them anywhere Cody could point him.
Another ear-wrenching scream erupted from the young girl's lips as Emilio rammed the last of his fourteen inches up the girl's asshole. The thud of his pelvis hitting her ass echoed throughout the room. The girl pitched forward, her face ground into the carpet.
The girl had passed out cold, but Emilio kept lunging his bloodied cock in and out of her ass. He was fucking her so hard that each powerful thrust shoved her inert body a few inches along the carpet.
"Emilio's in good form tonight."
Cody turned his humorless smile on the raven-haired beauty sitting on the other side of the bar. "Yes, isn't he. The poor girl actually thought she could take that monster of his up her ass."
"Why don't you break down tonight, Cody?"
The smile faded. "You know I never join in my little orgies, Celeste. I much prefer observing."
"Yeah, I know," the dark-haired beauty replied.
"But, of course, Celeste; if you would care to bare your beautiful body, I think I might be persuaded to indulge."
She threw back her head until the long, white line of her throat gleamed in the light. "Fat chance of that and you know it, Cody."
Yes, he knew it. Celeste Harper didn't do anything with men. Like Cody, she loved to watch, but when she removed her clothing it was to dive into a pack of naked bodies and pull out a girl that especially turned her on.
Celeste Harper was a confirmed lesbian who only went for pussy, but she did enjoy the spectacle that Emilio often put on. Like Cody, Celeste was a little bored with life. She constantly searched for new kicks, any kind of kicks.
"You're not taking part tonight?" Cody sipped the last of his brandy and re-lit his cigar.
"Maybe later if some new meat shows up. I've looked over the females here tonight. Half of them I've already had, the other half I wouldn't want."
"No kicks?"
Celeste smiled. "That's right, Cody, no kicks." She studied his face for a second and her smile broadened. "You've got something interesting?"
"Perhaps." Cody took a key from his pocket and set it on the bar. He concentrated on pouring himself another glass of brandy before looking back up into Celeste's curious eyes.
"Well?"
"A darling little girl. Somewhat frightened by men. Just up your alley, Celeste. In fact, I've been saving her for the next time you dropped around."
"I'm here, Cody. Lead me to her!"
"One condition."
"I know," Celeste said, "you want to watch."
He slid the key across the bar. "You know the blue bedroom? ... the one next to the big bath at the end of the hall?"
"Only too well," she replied, palming the key.
"Go on up and make yourself comfortable. I'll give the girl a call. I'm sure she can make it over. When she gets here, I'll bring her up to you. You'll love her, Celeste. Innocent but curious ... and desperate. Truly a delicious morsel. I'm almost tempted myself, but ... " Cody sighed, and turned back to his brandy.
"Some day I'm going to find out what you like, Cody. I've never seen you fuck any of the girls or suck any of the guys. Maybe you just don't like sex. Maybe you're from Mars and you get it off rubbing noses or something."
"You know what I like, Celeste. Or have you forgotten that wonderful afternoon last month when you and I and Emilio visited that young lady's apartment?"
A strange, dream-induced haze passed across Celeste's eyes. No, she hadn't forgotten. That had been wild. What an afternoon. Cody had only watched, while she and Emilio and the girl-or victim, depending how one looked at it-had performed. But it had been wild. Her mouth watered and her pussy tingled just thinking about it.
"Perhaps, if you're a good girl tonight with this tender young thing, I can set up another one of those little escapades for us ... soon."
"Suits me, love," Celeste said, sliding from the stool. "You know I'm always ready for your kind of kicks. Besides, nobody has delicious young meat around like you do." She patted his cheek, winked, and strolled off to find the bedroom Cody had mentioned.
She was propositioned three times on the stairs, all by men. She turned them down with the same comment: "Go cut your nuts off, get a cunt built where they were, and you got a deal."
At the second landing, she turned right and nearly bumped into Holly Carpenter coming out of a room.
"Jeez, what's your hurry, Holly?"
"Huh? Oh, hi, Celeste. I just needed a breather. I was in there with Frank and Lucille Carver. Jesus, my cunt's sore!"
"And no comes, right?"
"Right."
Celeste had heard the story on Frank and Lucille Carver many times on the party circuit. They were both insatiable and they dug anything. The only problem was, they took and never gave. She remembered talking to a girl who had stayed with them in their apartment for two days. They had fucked and sucked nearly the whole time and had never given the girl an orgasm.
"Damn, Holly, why them?"
"Everybody else was taken or worn out when I got here." Holly took Celeste's hand and shoved it down between her thighs. She squeezed her thighs together and rubbed the wet lips of her pussy furiously over Celeste's hand. "Want to do an old pal a favor?"
"I'd love to, darling," Celeste said, feeling her tits swell with desire in their bra cups at the touch of the all too familiar pussy. "You know you're my favorite, but Cody has some fresh young thing coming up."
"Shit! Christ, I'm bored." She reached out and gently hefted one of Celeste's huge tits through her thin blouse. "I'd sure love to work on your pussy for a little while, darling."
Celeste kissed her and withdrew her wet hand from between the girl's thighs. "Maybe later. You know me and fresh young pussy. I can't resist it!"
Holly knew only too well. She had shared an apartment with Celeste for two years. When they weren't doing each other, there was a steady parade of young cock in and out of Molly's bedroom and a steady parade of young pussy in and out of Celeste's.
Finally it had gotten on both their nerves and they had decided to get their own places. But they still remained friends. They still liked the same things, the same kicks. And, once in awhile, when Cody would come up with one of his crazy ideas for fun and games, Celeste would ask Holly along.
"Look, honey, I've got to get ready. Why don't you go downstairs and find Emilio. He can always get you off!" Celeste kissed the girl, briefly ran her hand down the satin skin of her back and then moved on down the hall. She loved Holly's golden-haired pussy, her huge, firm tits, and her wide thighs and hips. But Cody was bringing young, fresh meat. She couldn't resist that. And, after all; Holly was twenty, not really young anymore, and she'd had Holly-often.
Behind her, Holly looked longingly at the rounded globes of Celeste's ass under the tight skirt. She combed, her fingers through her pubic hair and remembered how many wonderful times she had run her tongue up the crease between those ass cheeks, and rammed that tiny puckered hole until her own cunt had exploded into Celeste's mouth.
Holly really preferred hard cock to a woman, but Celeste was special. God, how that woman could eat pussy. She could not only get a quick come off Celeste's tongue, she could also get five more if she wanted them. Celeste never let a girl down and she never quit if the girl wanted more.
Not like Frank and Lucille Carver.
"Hey, Holly, sweetie, baby, you comin' back? Lucille's tongue's hard and my big dick is just drippin' thinkin' about your sweet little honey covered pussy!"
"Yes, Frank."
"Come on back in here, Holly," Lucille rasped, "An' we'll suck and fuck you crazy!"
You sure will, Holly thought. Two more hours with you two and I'll shove half the bedpost up myself to get it off!
She thought about Celeste's suggestion that she find Emilio. She hated Emilio Vargas. He was a moron, an animal and a little bit of a sadist. But she loved that huge hunk of meat between his legs, and his staying power. He could fuck for as long as a girl could take it and if he liked you, he would fuck you the way you wanted it.
Frank called to her again. Holly's jaws hurt. She didn't feel like getting fainting spells trying to get some cum out of Frank Carver's dick. She'd rather have her cunt full of Emilio Vargas' horse-cock.
She leaned her head into the room. "I'm gonna get a drink from the bar. I'll be right back. Now don't you two come without me!"
"We won't," Lucille said, and Holly closed the door before Frank could object.
She made her way down to the bar to find Cody and get a key to one of the private rooms. Then she would find Emilio and fuck his big, dumb-ox brains out.
Celeste unlocked the bedroom and turned on the lamps so that a soft bluish glow invaded the room, making it sexy and exotic. She then searched in the walk-in closet for something appropriate to wear. Finding a shortie nightgown with a low V-neck coming down to the waist and the hem ending around the hips, she swiftly undressed and slipped into it.
There was a full length mirror in the closet door and she studied the effect of the shortie nightgown. It was tantalizingly low. The inner curves of her plump breasts could be seen. And it was sheer. The nipples made rosy shadows through the material. The gown ended at the hip line. She was elated and not a little turned on to see some of her black, curly pubic hair peeking out beneath the hem.
But then Celeste was always turned on when she saw any part of her body naked. She loved beautiful women's bodies, and here was the most beautiful, she had ever seen.
She slid her fingers down and combed them through her pubic bush until she found her cunt slit. She traced the lips back and forth from asshole to clitoris until her pussy started oozing. She continued the action until her fingers were wet and sticky with her own lubrication.
Then she brought them up to her mouth and licked them until only saliva remained.
By the time the door opened behind her, she was so hot that she would suck or fuck anything, let alone the ravishing young beauty that stepped through the door in front of Cody Ferrain.
Emilio closed the door behind them and immediately closed one of his ham-like fists over a tit. He squeezed, hard.
"Christ, take it easy!" Holly gasped.
"Can't help it. Jeez, you got nice tits. Big ones. I like to squeeze 'em."
"Yeah, I know you do. Dammit." She managed to get away from him. He had hurt her breast, but it 'almost didn't matter as she looked down at his crotch. Jesus, she thought, he is a phenomenon. Just touching her had made his cock start to swell. It hung low, just a few inches above his knees.
Holly knew from fucking Emilio so many times before that his meat always swelled to its full thickness before rising to its full length. Just the thought of that full length sent shivers of fear, apprehension and desire up through the walls of her pussy.
"You know I always like to fuck you beet, Holly," he said, a stupid grin on his face and drool running from the side of his mouth.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. C'mon, let's get on the bed. How many girls you already fucked tonight, Emilio?"
"Two, both in the ass. And then I reamed some guy while he was eatin' his wife."
Holly winced. She knew about Emilio-the fact that he wasn't particular, any hole that would get him off was okay-but it still bothered her a little.
"How many times you come?"
"Three. One for each."
His cock was hard now, bobbing in front of his groin like a baseball bat. She grabbed it and pulled him toward the bed. "Then you ought to have about ten fucks and a gallon of juice left for me, huh?"
His laugh sounded like a jackass braying. "Easy. You want it in the ass, too?"
The girl was young. Celeste's first thought was that she was too young; she not only looked innocent, she looked virginal.
She had the face of a fashion model-high cheek bones, thin lips, slanted, almost oriental eyes. Her blonde hair was long and thick, framing her exquisite features like a halo.
Her figure was too voluptuous for fashion modeling though. The hips were too full and the cheeks of her ass were too jutting, too sexily rounded. Her tits were huge where they threatened to explode through the silky material of her blouse.
Her eyes were taking in the nakedness of Celeste's body through the sheer nightie but they didn't mirror desire-they mirrored shock.
Cody introduced them and gently shoved the girl toward Celeste. The way she hung back left no doubt in Celeste's mind about her shyness.
"Celeste, this is the lovely little girl I told you about. Ginny, say hello to Celeste."
The girl tried, but only a squeak came out of her mouth.
Celeste stepped very close to her, the front of the nightie dancing, from the sway of her huge tits. "God, you're luscious, ninny, honey. We're just going to have a wonderful time. But you look so young and innocent."
Ginny attempted a shy smile and licked her lips nervously. "I ... well, I ... " She glanced around at Cody who was leaning against the wall, his arms folded across his chest.
"Come, come, Ginny," he said, "You want to be an actress. You laid you needed experiences."
"Yes, but.., well, are you going to stay in the room?"
"Of course," Cody replied. "But don't mind me. I promise, I'll only be an observer."
"C'mon, honey," Celeste offered. "You might be innocent, but you're gonna love what I'm gonna do for you."
"I'm not as innocent as you think," Ginny managed to say.
"Good, good." Celeste managed to suppress a smile at the girl's bravado. "Now let's see what you look like without all those clothes. Unless you're as shy as you act ...?"
The young girl squared and lifted her chin. "I'm not shy, either."
"Then let me help you undress." Celeste started removing the girl's clothing-first the blouse and then the skirt. Then down came the panty hose. Celeste made sure she palmed every inch of the girl's round ass and full thighs as she moved.
"Now the bra." Her hands went around the girl's back, found the hooks and eyes and unclasped the bra. The heavy tits spilled out as the bra floated away. "Mmmm, nice. Damn nice," she breathed, bringing a new flush to the girl's already reddened face.
Her breasts were big, not as big as Celeste's, but well-rounded and coming to firm points at the dark nipples.
Ginny shivered with embarrassment. Her arms folded themselves over her breasts. Celeste smiled and gently forced the arms away from the rounded mounds. Ginny bit her lower lip.
"Let me look at them, darling," Celeste purred. "They're so nice. So round. I could eat them up!"
Ginny licked her lips and shivered slightly.
Celeste wondered why the girl was acting this way. Cody had said that she wasn't a seasoned vet, but had hinted that she had some experience. She couldn't understand it.
She suddenly put her hands on Ginny's breast and started to massage them. The girl was startled at first but remained still, her arms held firmly at her sides.
Celeste was tired of fooling around. Her own body was on fire. She could feel juices oozing from her lower lips to drip from the ends of the darkly matted pubic hair between her legs.
"I want to suck your pussy, Ginny. I want to stick my tongue up your sweet cunt and up your little asshole. I want to wash those beautiful tits of yours with my lips, with my tongue.
"Oh, my God ... " Ginny started to step away.
"Ginny." Cody's voice from the wall.
The girl froze.
Celeste knelt, tugged the panties down and tossed them aside. Ginny was nude. In the blue glow from the lamps her body looked exotic. The breasts were voluptuously rounded on her slim frame. Her hair was piled high and the pale yellow color glinted. Her thighs were long and slim and the skin was smooth.
"Let's go to bed," Celeste breathed.
The girl responded like a robot. Woodenly, she walked to the bed and got on it. Celeste looked at Cody. She wanted to ask him what the hell was going on, but Cody's eyes were glassy as he looked at Ginny's naked body.
Celeste pulled off her nightie and joined the girl in bed. She moved close and hovered over her until one of her huge tits slid down. When their nipples touched, Ginny gasped.
She looked petrified.
Celeste leaned her lips close to the girl's ear. "Slut, kid, is this your first time?"
Ginny didn't answer the question. Instead, she said, "Please, do whatever you want. Honest, I won't protest. I'll do anything you want!"
"Hasn't anyone ever touched you?"
"Touched me?"
"Like this." Celeste started to stroke one pale nipple. Ginny went taut. The nipple quivered.
"Of course," Ginny said, her chin trembling. "I've been touched like that many times."
Celeste started to pull at the nipple. Then she bent her head and her mouth closed over the turgid pout of pink flesh. Ginny cried sharply as she felt the wetness on her breast.
Celeste's mouth traveled over every inch of tit, leaving wet trails and sharp bites. Then she started down the perfect body. The tip of her tongue entered the crease of navel and there was a violent belly contraction.
There was no doubt about it. Whether the girl wanted it or not, Celeste's expert tongue was haying its effect on her body. Juice was oozing from her cuntal lips and running in thin drops from the curling ends of her golden pubic fleece.
She worked her fingers back and forth in the girl's slit until Ginny's hips started to gyrate and her ass lifted off the bed. "Oh, oh, that's good. Oh."
"So you're a hot little number after all, huh?"
"I ... I guess so."
"Do you want it, Ginny?"
"Want what?"
Jesus, Celeste thought. "My tongue. Do you want my tongue in your pussy? Do you want to come?"
"Yes, oh, God, yes!" the girl moaned.
"That's all I was waiting for, baby ... an invitation."
Celeste covered the girl's body with her own and slid down until the oozing slit was right before her eyes. The raw pink flesh, with its heavy, musky smell, drew her tongue like a magnet.
Her tongue darted out, licked at the erected little clitoris a few times, and then forced its way between the glued-up lips to enter the girl's tender pussy.
"Oh, good God," Ginny gasped, her body going wild with the contact. Her pussy became a teeming, wildly aroused mass of hot flesh under Celeste's probing tongue.
"Is it good, baby? You want some more?"
"Oh, yes ... oh, fuck, Celeste, fuck me ... it feels so good, so fucking good!"
"I want to love you all the way," Celeste cried, pulling her tongue from the clutching pussy. "I want to lick and tongue you from the top of your cunt to the top of your ass."
"Yes ... yes, please ... please!" Ginny panted, a hopeless mass of sexual flesh now. She lifted her legs high in the air and spread her legs wide. She pushed the balls of her fists under her ass cheeks and brought herself clear up off the bed until all her weight rested on her head and shoulders.
The brunette's head literally dove between the upturned ass cheeks, the tongue darting, serpent-like, out from the parted teeth and lips to circle and tickle the sensitive skin around Ginny's contracting asshole. Then she ran her tongue down to the very edge of the ass crease, gathered a great glob of saliva on her tongue and started up, over and down again in a sweeping, lapping motion that ended directly on top of the blonde's pulsing clitoris.
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, that's wild! That's the craziest, wildest sensation I've ever felt in my life!"
Celeste smiled to herself, knowing full well the sexual spasms she was generating in the girl. She returned her tongue to the asshole. Again she tickled lightly before driving the tip deeply into the quivering flesh. In and out of the hole she plunged her hot tongue, each stroke driving deeper than the last.
"My pussy, my pussy! Oh, please, do that to my pussy! I'm coming!"
Celeste slid her long tongue deep, deep into the girl's cunt. She stepped up her pace, her tongue swelling as it shoved again and again inside the hot hole. As her tongue kept on jolting and riding the walls inside Ginny's cunt, the girl grabbed her hair and pulled her face, hard, into the seeping mass of her pussy.
"Oh, oh, oh heaven ... it's heaven!"
"Come, baby, come in my mouth! Give me all the sweet juice in your pussy!"
"Oh, I'm there ... I'm there, Celeste! Tongue it ... fuck it ... pound my cunt with your tongue! I'm coming ... coming like hell, like a dam bursting!"
When Celeste was sure that the girl was truly about to come, she jammed her chin into the asshole and ground her upper lip and tongue against the seething clitoris.
The wild, total stimulation caused the blonde's body to instantly erupt in a volcano of writhing sexual release.
"Let it go, honey! Come in my mouth! I love it, I love it! Come ... come!" Celeste mumbled around her mouthful of pussy.
The racing tongue continued to stab as Ginny's hips ground upward. Deep sighs of release and animal-like groans flooded her throat as spasm after spasm passed from her pussy to Celeste's sucking mouth.
At last the young girl wound down and her body sunk back to the mattress. She cried out once more, and then her lithe body shuddered and she relaxed.
Celeste moved up the girl's body. Cupping one of her huge tits in one hand, she offered it to Ginny's mouth.
"Huh? What?"
"Oh, come on, kid, don't be a shit. Get with it. Ol' Celeste needs some lovin' too!"
CHAPTER TWO
"I ... I can't, really I can't."
"The hell you can't." Celeste rammed the huge cone of her tit into the girl's mouth.
Ginny let the nipple slide into her mouth and she clumsily licked at it with her tongue. Soon she got the knack of it and chewed and tongued the soft flesh. Celeste groaned from the wetness at her nipple.
"That's it, kiss 'em, SUCK ON MY TITS!"
Celeste released one huge breast and wrapped her hands tightly around the other. Gently, she squeezed under the huge melon. It became a projectile, pointed directly at Ginny's mouth.
"Suck ... suck ... SUCK!" Celeste chanted.
Ginny's head lowered, her lips parted and her darting tongue laved the thrusting nipple. Celeste's body started writhing. She breathed deeply, shoving the end of her tit into the girl's mouth. Ginny sucked, drawing the nipple and the softer skin of the areola into her mouth. The faster she tongued and the harder she sucked, the more Celeste's tortured body heaved.
"Oh, it is good ... it is good," Celeste crooned, keeping her tits wriggling as she enjoyed the tongue's soft, sensual strokes. "Keep it up! Don't stop ... keep sucking on it!"
Ginny kept sucking with her mouth as she freed her hands and let them roam soothingly over Celeste's perspiration-covered body.
When Celeste was sure her cunt was close to explosion from just the tit-sucking, she started shoving the girl's head down across her sweaty belly.
"No, please ... "
"Whatta ya mean, 'No please'?"
"I mean, I've never ... "
"Well, you are now." Celeste curled her fingers in the girl's blonde hair and flipped her over onto her back. At the same time, she whirled her own big body to end up on top of the struggling blonde.
"Please ... please!"
Please, shit; Celeste thought, as she rested her ass down over the girl's tits. She pulled Ginny's face upward and smeared it with juice from her cuntal lips.
"Grind your tongue in there, girl. Use it like a cock and fuck me with that tongue!"
Ginny had no choice. The heavy lips of Celeste's cunt were mashed over her nose. She shoved her tongue forward and gasped when a flood of hot juice gushed into her mouth.
"Swallow it! Swallow my juice and SUCK SOME MORE!"
The girl complied as Celeste moved her ass forward, striving to get more and more of the girl's tongue up her cunt.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it. OH, FUCK, THAT'S IT!"
As the hot, hard tongue moved up and down her slit, Celeste could feel waves of electrically induced sexual excitement surge through her pussy, her belly, clear up to the tips of her tits. As it always did, the shaking inside the soft walls of her cunt quickly drove her into a state of wild ecstasy. She began to use her hips, twisting them back and forth, jerking them up and down, in response to the swift, exciting strokes of the girl's tongue.
"Oh, shit, that's good. Good, good!" she cried.
"Ohhhh, ummmmm," Ginny groaned.
"Faster, honey. Move it faster!"
"All right," she panted.
"Fuck me with it! Rip my cunt up with your tongue!"
The faster Ginny shoved her tongue in her cunt, the more it felt like a real fuck to Celeste. As her passion mounted, it became more than just a fuck. It became the best possible fuck, the greatest stimulation her cunt could receive.
"I love it. Oh, shit, I love it! Keep shoving it into my pussy! Shove it all the way, Ginny. Put your fingers in there with it! Jesus, I'm almost there. Don't stop. I want it. I really want it all!"
As the tongue kept up its thrilling reaming of her cunt, Celeste could feel the waves of agitation shooting up her spine even more rapidly than before. The juices were literally shooting in great globs from the walls of her cunt and cascading down to soak the crease between her ass cheeks' and the asshole itself.
She screamed and slammed her fleshy thighs over the girl's head as she felt her come start. "Oh, shit! OH, FUCK! You got it. I'm there honey. Tongue it, work on my fucking clit! Yes, YESSSS, LIKE THAT!"
Celeste's cries of pure ecstasy rang off the walls of the room as her steaming cunt climaxed, sending streams of sticky juice from her cuntlips over the girl's bobbing, frightened face.
"Once more. Keep it up ... you'll bring me off once more!"
The juices pumped steadily from her cunt now. Her body went wild over the young girl's face. She reached back and grabbed Ginny's tits, kneading and squeezing them as a second come wracked her fevered body.
At last she toppled from Ginny's body to lay on her back, eyes closed, to enjoy the aftermath of her double climax.
When she came back to the land of the living, Ginny was dressed and at the door with Cody. The girl was whimpering as she accepted the bills from his hand. Then with her eyes downcast, and without a look back to the bed, she scooted out the door.
Cody closed it behind her and walked to the bed. He lit a cigar and sat down beside Celeste.
"You bastard."
"Me? I don't know what you're talking about. Wasn't she wonderful? I know you enjoyed yourself, darling. I've never seen you come like that before. Not even with Holly."
"You prick. You bastard," Celeste repeated quietly. "You paid her." She wasn't really angry.
"Yes, I did," he answered, smiling his thin lipped smile around the thin cigar. "Sometimes to get stuff that good, you have to pay for it."
"Why?"
"Darling Celeste, don't you know? ... I'm a philanthropist."
"Shit."
"She's an actress, or she thinks she is. Lives in one of those theatrical boarding houses over on Folsum. She's way behind on her rent and she's low on groceries. The poor dear didn't have the guts to take a cock, so I thought you might enjoy her."
"Oh, I did."
"I know. You came beautifully. And, as usual, you broke her down. I'll bet it's the best come she's ever had."
"I'll bet she never was with a girl before."
"This was her first time," Cody admitted.
"I think you're a louse."
He was surprised. "But why? I helped the girl out. At the same time, I was also helping you."
"Oh, sure. And you had a nice peep show for yourself."
"I had to get something out of it."
Celeste got off the bed and searched for her clothes. "I guess there's something wrong with all of us."
"I think of myself as perfectly normal," Cody said while Celeste dressed. "It's the others I'm not sure of." He chuckled.
Celeste hooked her bra. "I have no regrets," she admitted. She put on her dress.
"Would you like to have her again?"
"Not under these conditions."
Cody's voice got that tone in it, the tone Celeste had heard before. "I wasn't thinking of here. I was thinking of out in the hinterlands somewhere. We'd take Emilio along."
Celeste's head jerked up. She saw that familiar, sadistic stare from Cody's eyes. The longer she looked at him, the more she knew that the same stare was in her own eyes.
"You mean, like last time ... the girl in the apartment?"
"Something like that," Cody nodded. "With a few variations, perhaps."
Suddenly Celeste's lips were dry. She ran her tongue across them and they were still dry. She had thought about that afternoon almost every night since they had done it. She was able to remember every wild stimulation her body had gone through, and the wild climaxes she had enjoyed.
"Shall we go find Emilio and suggest it?"
Celeste smiled, her cunt already dripping with new juice; juices of anticipation. "It might even be better with this one," she said.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. She's a virgin. She hasn't been with a man before, either."
"How could you tell?"
"I could feel her hyman with the tip of my tongue."
"Jesus, you crazy bastard."
"Don't do that."
"What?"
"Don't ever call me crazy."
"All right," Holly said. "Okay, Emilio. Just don't try to jam that hamhock you call a fist up my cunt!"
He smiled and more drool ran from the side of his lips. "My cockhead's almost as big."
She nodded. "Yeah, baby, I know it is. But there is a difference and, believe me, my pussy knows it. Now play with my cunt, but do it gentle!"
He reached between her legs and rammed two fingers up her cunt. "Like that?" He giggled.
A giggle sounded stupid coming from his hulking frame.
"Not quite, but better." She was licking cum from the end of his cock. Now and then she would wrap her lips around the head and grunt. Her jaws ached. She could barely get her mouth wide enough to get the head of his dick inside. "Jesus, you're big."
"Yeah, ain't I? Your pussy's soakin' wet."
"'Cause I'm hot."
"That's obvious."
"I need it."
"What?"
"Your cock ... I want it"
Her body was quivering like a leaf in the wind under his touch. Her tits were on fire, as was her cunt under the rough manipulations of his fingers.
"Tell me," he growled in her ear.
"Tell you what?"
"Tell me what you want."
Holly clenched her fists and shivered. "Ohhhh, you're really enjoying this, aren't you? Nothing blows your cool, does it!"
"Not when I got a cunt with a body and face like yours hot for my meat."
"Maybe, just maybe, I've decided I don't want to fuck you after all, Emilio." She raised her head, looked straight into his eyes, and slowly folded her arms across the bulges of her tits.
He grabbed her upper arms in his strong hands. She let her arms fall from in front of her. He jerked her close and pressed his mouth onto hers, hard. Shivering, she let her lips go soft. They sagged open and his tongue plunged in to flog the warm, wet interior of her mouth. She let him feel the return caress of her own quivery tongue.
When he released her, he vaulted up to his knees between her spread thighs. Though his balls were directly above her cunt, the head of his giant cock dripped cum in the space just below her tits.
God, she thought, it must take two quarts of his blood just to get that fucking thing up!
"Beautiful cock," she groaned.
He eased his body down to cover hers. She cupped her breasts in her hands and held them out to his eager mouth.
He was kneeling between her legs now and as-he kissed the swollen, throbbing tips she held out to him, his hands found the soft warmth of her inner thighs and began to move. One worked on her silky warm skin, circling, massaging, and the other drove through the hair to touch the boiling moistness of her inner cunt.
Holly groaned as his hands and mouth worked at her willing flesh, tasting and feeling the lust that filled her body. Almost immediately, he felt her opening and dosing on his hand as she pushed one tit into his mouth and the other against his cheek.
Emilio lifted her and sat down with one leg on each side of the mattress, his thighs widely spread and his prick jerking impatiently between them.
He pulled her up over his thighs until her tits were against his face and her cuntal slit hovered, dripping, over his cock.
"Sure you don't want my meat up your ass?"
She looked straight into his face and saw the sadistic grin she knew so well. God, how she hated him. But, God, how she loved that cock. "No, dammit, I told you last time ..."
"Okay, okay. Then put it where you want it!" She reached down between them and grabbed his meat. It was impossible. With her hands clasped, she could hardly touch her fingertips around it. With her whole body shaking in anticipation, she guided the huge cockhead to the gaping mouth of her cunt. She took a deep breath. "Fuck me!"
She groaned as he took her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed. His cockhead parted her unresisting cunt lips. Tentatively, she moved her hips around and around. She felt him start to slide into her.
It hurt. She was still tender down there.
He was huge. A giant. Bigger than any dick that had ever been in her.
She let her weight go and tried to relax. His cock was splitting her. She closed her eyes, ground her teeth together, and took another few inches into her belly. He was hurting her, filling her pussy with pain. But she wanted it. She wanted his cock.
She completely let herself go and felt all his huge length of meat fill her cunt. She forgot the pain and concentrated on the fat cock. She looked down and smiled when she saw only the base of his thick tool, jerking like a hammering piston at the top of her slit.
"You're in me," she sighed.
"Damn near all of it," he said. "All right?"
"Yeah ... fuck me ... fuck my pussy!"
Slowly, he began to fuck. She watched the long rod, slippery with juice from her cunt, glide out, then bore smoothly back into the depths of her swollen pussy. She felt the hot tip open the tight, inner folds, then felt the folds come together as he pulled back for another stab.
The discomfort had long since passed to be replaced with a wanton pleasure that was rapidly taking control of her body and senses. Her leg muscles were working freely, moving without volition as she bounced up and down on his pulsing shaft in a race for satisfaction. She felt his mouth still on her fleshy, upthrust tits, moving from one to the other, and she closed her eyes as low moans of delight rumbled in her throat.
There was no longer any thought left in her mind except the delightful pleasure of being impaled by Emilio's long, hard cock.
He stroked his tool up and down, in and out of her heated pussy, suddenly thrusting with longer, harder strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her tightly sucking cunt on the outward move, and then plunging upward into her gaping pussy until he felt her widespread anal crevice pressing into his sperm-bloated balls again.
With a guttural moan, he lowered his right hand, and his fingertips traced down the tightened flesh of her ass cheek until he found the small, puckering mouth of her moistened asshole.
"Okay? Okay if I do that?"
"Yes," Holly cried. "Yes, I don't give a shit!"
"I got a big finger."
"GO AHEAD, DAMMIT!" She ground her tits against his chest and lifted her ass for him. "Do any fucking thing you want to do. Only don't take that beautiful cock out of my pussy!"
"Take it, baby," he growled. "Take it in both holes!"
Holly moaned, but deep inside she felt only a masochistic joy. Her anal muscles nibbled and sucked at his outstretched finger, as if to pull it deep inside her bowels. "Yessssss! Do it! Do it to me!" she wailed.
He listened to her gurgling moans and thrust his finger even harder up into her tight asshole. He worked it around inside, stretching the hot rubbery softness wider and wider.
"Now you're with it, baby," he sighed. "You're really with it."
"I know ... I know," she cooed in his ear, mashing and rubbing her heavy, hot breasts into the wiry hair on his chest. "I love it ... it's fantastic ... both holes ... both at once. Oh, shit, don't stop ... don't ever stop! I love it, Emilio, I love your fucking!"
God, Holly thought, how in the hell had she taken it the first time? She must have been doped or drunk. But take it she had. And flow, even though she detested him and she was afraid of him, she had kept coming back for more. She couldn't do without his meat anymore. It was the only cock that could satisfy her.
The naked beauty's moans of delight erupted in her throat. Emilio smiled in satisfaction, his mouth still glued to her nipple as his long, hard cock increased its tempo in and out of her heated cuntal-sheath. Then he felt her begin shamelessly grinding her ass back onto his finger, and he methodically explored inside the warm, spongy hole, sending new and stronger sensations of delight through her voluptuous body.
Holly was lovingly impaled between his -pulsating cock deep inside her quivering cunt and his finger shoved up inside her tightly clutching asshole. The thought made her squeal with pleasure. She began a faster twisting motion that rocked her back and forth, wantonly riding up and down on both his long hard cock and his rigid finger.
His mouth became more frantic on her nipples as he brought his free hand around to where his cock was sliding in and out of her bouncing pussy. She felt him fondling the soft, hair-lined lips, milking at his massive shaft, and she shivered all over with ecstasy. He continued caressing them until her widening pussy seemed to gape in hungry desire, swallowing the entire length of his hotly throbbing cock as he plunged upward into the very core of her being.
"Oh, shit!" he cried. "I'm almost there, baby! Can you get it, baby? Can you?"
"I ... I think ... so?"
"I'm gonna come, baby!" he cried. "Hurry! HURRY!"
She, too, was about to reach orgasm and was impatient to have his tongue deep in her mouth. Opening her lips, she sucked. Moving her legs higher, almost to his chest, she worked her inner cunt muscles on the fiery shaft expanding and contracting within her.
She was a mass of lust, and her cunt blazed with delight, overpowering all other thoughts except the magnificent cock buried up inside her boiling belly. She was only vaguely aware of his hand running over her ass cheeks like searing tongues of fire.
His mouth, his hot, frictioning cock ... this was it. This was the ultimate. This was what she had been living for.
And then, suddenly, she heard his choking voice and felt his long, hard prick swelling even larger. The pleasure was more than she could stand. Her nerve endings began shooting out in a shower of heat.
She was almost there. Reaching for it, grabbing it in a screaming blaze of passion, her body went wild.
"There ... there ... THERE!" he bellowed, sinking his teeth into her lip.
Holly tasted warm blood. Tears stung her eyes. But there was another kind of warmth, another kind of stinging flooding her cunt. Moaning, she tightened her legs, squeezing with all her might, digging her nails into his back, and pumping her sopping wet cunt hole onto his cock.
"Oh, God, that's it ... that's it ... it's good ... so fucking good!" he cried out, bucking up into her, his tautly corded muscles rippling.
Holly forgot everything except the thick cum jetting deep in her pussy. Her clit, it seemed, was a tuning fork, playing the notes of a glorious tune on her thighs, her belly, and her front and rear holes. "All! All of it! Fuck it up my belly! Fuck it all into me!" she wailed.
Humping, slamming his cock into her dripping cunt, he bit down on her nipples, drawing blood. But Holly didn't care. She could no longer help herself. No longer could she resist the exquisite sensations of a stiff dick triggering the ultimate release. She was coming ... alive with wonder at having such a big cock filling her hole.
She held his face, his nipping teeth, to her tits, closed her eyes tight, and fucked and fucked and fucked her insatiable pussy over his cock.
"Did you ... did you make it, baby?" he panted.
"Yes ... oh, God, yes! It was beautiful!"
"Can I fuck your ass now?"
"Yes, goddammit, I don't care. FUCK MY ASS!"
"Oh, yeah, baby!"
"Just keep fucking me. Oh, my God, what a dick ... WHAT A FUCKING COCK!"
He rolled her over and ground his cockhead against her asshole. Just the touch was enough to tell her that it was impossible.
More drool dripped down Emilio's chin as he stared down at her perfect buttocks. His giant dick had gone slightly limp after coming in her pussy. Now, in anticipation of what he was about to do, it sprang back to life-to its full, gigantic size, and dripped juice into the small of her back.
Emilio loved to ass-fuck. Not only because the hole was so tiny and tight, but also because the howls of pain his tremendous dick would cause in a woman were music to his ears. Emilio loved pain; getting it and giving it.
He glared at her plump buttocks, at the dark cleavage between them. He fondled them, running the heavy head of his cock up and down the shadowed cleft. He pressed his meat against the hole.
"Emilio, no ... Please, Emilio, I've changed my mind. I can't take it there." He kept pressing. "No, dammit, no! YOU'LL RIP ME APART!"
The head managed to spread her anal ring. She screamed like a trapped animal and reared to the side, throwing him to the floor.
"You bitch, cunt!" Emilio gasped, pulling himself to his feet. "I want your ass!"
Holly grabbed a half-full bottle of vodka from the bedside stand and lifted it above her head. "You come any closer, you son-of-a-bitch and I'll brain you!"
Bottle or no bottle, Emilio wanted her. He was about to leap across the bed after her when Cody and Celeste stepped through the door.
"Ah, so there you are." Cody appraised the scene as if he had seen it a thousand times before.
"I'm gonna fuck your ass, Holly!"
"The hell you are!"
"Gonna ram my meat up your butt-hole!"
"Cody, CODY, get this crazy bastard off me!"
"Emilio!"
Emilio paid no attention. He started crawling across the bed. Holly started whimpering and backing away.
Celeste saw the huge slab of male meat hanging between Emilio's legs and winced herself. She knew that she would kill Emilio if he ever tried to put that thing up her cunt, let alone up her ass.
"Jesus, Cody, you ought to keep him on a leash."
Emilio made his lunge.
"EMILIO!" Cody's voice cracked like a whip.
Emilio stopped at once and turned to face Cody.
"She said I could."
Holly dropped the bottle and sank to the floor, her arms across her heaving breasts, trying to still the shaking in her body. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Emilio," Cody said, his voice almost a whisper now, "how would you like another one of those kinky parties?"
"Oh, yeah?"
"This time with a real young one."
"Yeah. Can I put it in her ass?"
"Of course you can. You know I always let you do everything when we have those kinds of parties."
"Get him out of here and set it up," Celeste said. "I'll take care of Holly."
Cody took Emilio by the arm and led him from the room. "Come down to my room, Emilio, and I'll tell you all about it."
When they were gone, Celeste pulled Holly to her feet and led her to the bed. "C'mon, baby."
"Jesus, he's nuts. He's really crazy, you know that, Celeste?"
"I know, I know, baby," Celeste said, pushing the girl down and lightly running her hands over her body to calm her. "But he has his uses and, you must admit, you do like him to fuck you."
"Yeah, but not in the ass." Holly was calming down. The tension in her body was being replaced by desire as Celeste's hands continued to explore her breasts and between her thighs.
"Remember that time in the park? ... that girl? ... you and I, and Cody and Emilio?" Celeste fingered one of Holly's nipples and felt the tip grow hard.
"Yeah, I remember. I was scared to death."
"But you were excited."
"Yes. But I was afraid we'd get caught."
"We weren't, were we?' Celeste bent her head and kissed the nipple-that her fingers had just erected. "And Cody, Emilio and I have done it twice since then."
"Jesus, you have?" Her body started to writhe. Celeste could always do it to her. The woman was an expert.
Holly wasn't listening anymore. Her body wanted culmination. She was so hot, she was trembling. She pressed her cunt against Celeste and made her hips work like a man's.
"We're going to do it again," Celeste said.
"Fuck me, Celeste. Make my pussy come with yours."
"Do you want to come with us this time? ... just for kicks?"
"I ... I don't know." Holly gasped, her lips thrusting and revolving. "Oh, God, make me come!"
"All right, baby, Celeste said, sliding one leg between Holly's and moving upward until the pulpy mass of her cuntal lips and the hard core of her clitoris found the other girl's. "You will come with us this time, won't you, Holly?"
"Yes, yes, all right," Holly panted, clutching the cheeks of Celeste's ass and pulling the woman's body closer.
Celeste's hips began to return the hot caress of Holly's pussy. The two women joined in a thrusting, rotating agony of joy and lust.
But Celeste's mind wasn't totally on Holly. Behind her closed eyelids, she had a picture of Ginny's screaming face as Emilio broke her cherry with the fist-sized head of his cock.
CHAPTER THREE
It took two weeks for Cody to set it up to his own satisfaction. Emilio did the leg work, watching the girl come and go each day, and keeping track of the other members of the small, six unit apartment house where she lived.
The apartment complex was managed by a woman, Laura Fine, and her husband. The Fines had a daughter who attended high school.
From Emilio's reports, the best place was right in the girl's one room apartment, and the best time was two o'clock on a weekday afternoon.
The husband was a drunk who slept all afternoon, the daughter was in school, and Laura Fine had a part-time job three afternoons a week. On Wednesdays and Fridays the other tenants were usually out. The day was set.
Ginny was home alone, except for a drunk in the first floor manager's apartment.
Holly was afraid. She couldn't keep her knees from shaking as she held her back to the wall on one side of the door while Emilio and Cody did the same on the other side.
Directly in front of the door, Celeste waited. At a nod from Cody, she knocked.
"Who is it?"
"A friend, Ginny. I'd like to talk to you."
The door opened and held on a chain. Celeste had been afraid, too, but when she saw the girl's elfin face and full figure in the crack of the door, all fear drained from her body. It was replaced with lust and the thrill of danger.
"You!" Ginny started to slam the door. Celeste held it.
"Wait, Ginny, I have to talk to you."
"I don't want to talk to you." There was hate in the young girl's voice.
"Please. Just for a minute."
"What about?"
"Money, Ginny, money. You probably still need some and I feel sorry about what happened."
"It happened. It's over. I don't want to talk about it. Now or ever."
"Just for a minute, Ginny. Please?"
Cody smiled. Celeste could be so sweet, so motherly, and so sincere when she wanted to be. There was a pause. The girl was obviously debating. Then the door closed. There was a rattle as the chain was released and it opened again.
When the tiniest bit of light from the room came through the open crack, Cody gave Emilio a little shove in the back. Emilio rolled around Celeste, slammed his shoulder against the door, and they all burst into the room.
"Wha ... what is this? What do you want?"
"We want you, my dear," Cody said.
"Get out! All of you, get out of here or I'll call the police!"
"Don't you want to make some more money, Ginny?" Celeste said, lifting her skirt to her waist. She wore no panties, and the mound of her pussy gleamed darkly between her thighs. "Wouldn't you like to eat my pussy again?"
Suddenly the girl was sobbing. "No ... NO! Please, get out. GET OUT!"
Celeste slapped her. "Stop whimpering. You're about to get, for free, what a lot of older women in this town pay for!"
"What do you want?"
"You," Emilio said, unbuckling his pants. "We want you." He dropped his pants to his ankles and kicked them off. He wore no shorts. His giant dick was already thickened and starting its elongation.
When she saw Emilio's cock and the look on the faces of the girls who flanked him, Ginny knew only too well what they planned to do.
"OH, MY GOD, YOU WOULDN'T!"
"The hell we wouldn't," Cody said, settling his ass into the sofa. He lit a cigar and settled back to watch. "Get with it, Emilio."
Emilio fisted his huge meat and drooled at the young girl. His eyes were wide with ravenous delight as he imagined what she looked like beneath her clothes.
Ginny tried to bolt for the door, but the two women grabbed her and held her fast.
"Take it easy, honey," Celeste hissed.
"Believe me, I've had that big savage, baby," Holly giggled, "and once you get it in you, you'll never go back to boys!"
Both girls reached behind her at the nape of her neck and stripped her blouse with one yank. Her skirt suffered the same fate.
"OH, GOD, PLEASE, PLEASE!"
Emilio fisted his dick harder. She had a better body than Holly's, more compact. Her tits were only a little smaller, but he was sure her cunt would be tighter. Cody had told him she was a cherry.
Her long, youthful legs were highlighted by the chocolate color of her panty hose. Her firm, but full young tits made enticing soft humps over the thin cups of her bra. The smooth white plane of her flat young belly was unblemished as it flowed down to the hidden vee of her pussy.
Ginny saw the look in his eyes, really noticed for the first time the incredible wanton hunger that burned there.
"No, you can't ... you can't do this! Please, go ... this is a terrible mistake!" She reached desperately for her skirt, but Holly's hand caught her arm.
"Hurry, Emilio, hurry," Celeste cried. "Fuck her! I want to see your dick split her pussy!"
"Yeah, yeah, then her ass!" Emilio stepped forward, tearing his shirt from his body as he moved. His arms enveloped her, squeezed her against his naked body. His lips caught hers and sucked them into his mouth.
Ginny fought, but his strength was far too great. His hands were all over her at once, ramming up between her thighs, around her back, pawing greedily at the firmly clenched cheeks of her ass, roughly fondling the soft mounds of her ripe, full tits.
His fingers caught the elastic of her panty hose, and with it the top of her tiny panties. With a powerful, vicious yank, the big man pulled the two garments from her hips, over her thighs, and down her legs. She was aware that his body was already drenched with sweat, so intense was his raging passion for her young body.
"No, no, please, you can't!"
But the stockings were free of her flailing legs and with his first glimpse of the soft, sparse fluff of her pussy hair and the pink, pouting lips of her youthfully fresh, pussy, there was no stopping him.
Without unhooking it, a cruel tug pulled her last concealing garment, her lace-covered bra, from her writhing torso.
She was now totally naked.
Celeste reached between their bodies and viciously squeezed one of the girl's breasts. "Look, Holly, took! Nice titties, real nice. How'd you like to bite the nipple off that jug, huh?"
Holly was shaking and sweating with excitement. She reached her hand underneath her skirt. There was no obstruction. Neither she nor Celeste had worn panties so they wouldn't have to undress when the time came. With a grunt of pleasure, she parted her lower lips and shoved her thumb up her cunt.
Emilio pulled the girl roughly to him. He crushed the nipples of her lush young tits into his hair-covered chest. His hands went down her back, over the white mounds of her deliciously formed buttocks and probed coarsely up between her thighs.
A poking, probing fingertip suddenly squirmed its way up between the soft hair-lined lips of her cunt, shoved up to the second knuckle in the fleshy tight sheath of her cunt hole.
Ginny screamed. He had ruptured her.
Even through the haze of pain and fear, Ginny knew that he had split her hymen. She could feel a trickle of blood running down her inner thighs.
"Oh, God, why are you doing this to me?"
"For kicks, honey," Celeste hissed into her pain contorted face. "You did it for money ... now we're doing it for kicks."
Emilio's lips searched for the jutting bud of her pinkly throbbing nipple as he lowered his head. He tightly clasped her to his naked body, holding her securely so she couldn't escape.
Still holding her nipple with his teeth, he pushed her to the floor. The two girls knelt by her sides and held her down.
Emilio knelt between her thighs and waved his big cock back and forth in front of her eyes. He laughed loudly when he saw her cringe. "Think you can take it, baby? Think you can handle all of Emilio's meat?"
She saw the immense length of his cock bobbing, poised between her quivering thighs. A red cloud of fear passed in front of her eyes. Pain. Oh, God, it will be pain, she thought, more pain than I could ever stand.
Emilio felt her body tense even more. She became as stiff as a board. He looked down into her fear-contorted face.
Then, suddenly, she came alive, her body bucking, struggling, trying desperately to throw him off. "No! NO, DAMN YOU! I CAN'T ... I CAN'T! NO ... NO!" Her thighs locked tightly together.
He bunched and corded the taut muscles in his powerful thighs and buttocks. He pushed her thighs viciously apart, then positioned the head of his giant cock at the entrance to her cuntal opening.
"God, no, don't do it! I can't take it, please! I can't ... PLEASE, DON'T!"
"Rip her, Emilio, RIP HER!" Celeste chanted.
Holly plunged her thumb in and out of her cunt hole and sweated with anticipation as she watched Emilio rub the head of his dick up and down the girl's already bloody slit.
Emilio liked to hear the frightened ones beg for mercy before he gored them with what he was sure was the biggest dick in the world.
His meat stood out from his hairy balls like a bludgeon, possessing a head the size of a tomato, a shaft almost as thick as his arm. He ordered the two women, Holly and Celeste, to hold her still as he raised her legs until her knees practically touched her tits.
"Hold her good and still," he demanded spreading her thighs. "Now I'm gonna rip it apart."
He positioned himself on his knees and centered the tomato head over the virgin passage. It was small and quivering, jumping at first contact. Emilio hoped he'd not skin himself, and took time to finger it until cream appeared in the slit.
"Godammit, Emilio, quit fucking around," Celeste hissed. "Plug her. We haven't got all day."
"Yes, do it you beast," Ginny said. "DO it and get it over with!"
"Okay then, baby, get ready to go, 'cause I'm gonna bust you wide open." Emilio lunged forward, sinking into the tight nest halfway to his balls.
He paid no attention to the screams and pleas coming from the ravished girl and tried to make his dick sink deeper into the wounded pussy. He bucked like a mule in his efforts, tearing scream after scream from the helpless girl, forcing her past her capacity to take him.
The two girls holding her had a hard time. They held her in place despite the superhuman strength she possessed at the time, keeping the legs raised and spread so Emilio would have no resistance in his piston-like actions. When he could stand no more of the hot, tight hole and let go his sperm, he really tore the girl apart, holding onto her thighs for support as he rutted like a wild boar in the hole he'd expanded beyond its limits.
He grunted to a stop, waited for his meat to shrink within her, then removed himself and stood up.
Cody took Holly's place, holding the girl. "Suck him, Holly. Get him good and hard again."
Holly grabbed Emilio's cock, lightly running her fingers across the head and tickling the rigid shaft with her nails.
"Do it!" Cody said. "Hurry, we don't have much time left."
Holly dropped to her knees. Her ruby-red lips nibbled at the thick cockhead, sending spasms of delight through the big man's body.
As she sucked the head of his cock, Emilio lost all train of thought. All that mattered was his cock going into that beautiful face and the promise of ass fucking later. He entwined his stubby fingers in her hair and guided his swollen prick into the warmth of her mouth.
Holly sucked on his cock like she'd never sucked before. She placed her hands on his bare stomach and clutched his hair, alternately pulling and pushing until his thrusts were just the right length and speed to give them both extreme satisfaction.
There was a groan from the floor. The girl was coming around. Emilio looked over and leered as he saw Cody turning her over. His prick jumped to full hardness, almost choking Holly, when he saw the girl's tender young ass cheeks.
"C'mon, Emilio. She's awake and you're ready." Cody pulled her cheeks apart and showed Emilio her tiny, puckered asshole.
In that instant, all Emilio's senses zeroed in on Ginny's body. Blood and perspiration covered her bruised skin. Her breath came in quick gasps as she undulated and writhed on the floor.
The perspiration gleamed on Celeste's naked body. Her breasts stood out in anticipation. The light played over all their bodies, surrounding them with an aura of intoxicating evil.
Suddenly Celeste went into action. She had pulled Emilio's belt from his pants and now held it in her hand. At a command from Cody, the belt sang as it sailed through the air. It landed on Ginny's fleshy buttocks with a resounding whack. Ginny jerked and strained at the hands that held her.
"Scream, damn you! Scream, you fucking, whoring bitch!" Celeste brought the whip around, lashing again and again on the girl's ripe body.
On the third blow, Ginny screamed. Her screams continued as the belt landed harder and harder across her legs, buttocks and back. Each time it bit, a long, red welt rose in its wake.
Celeste was covered with perspiration. Her body gleamed and shimmered in the dancing light like some underworld apparition. Her huge breasts heaved, dark brown nipples now swollen to a near purple. Her tongue darted out to moisten her red lips as she finally stood panting, the belt hanging loosely at her side.
Emilio absently massaged the head of his prick. It was stiff and straight as the thick handle of an axe.
Suddenly he reached across Cody and wrenched the belt from Celeste's limp hand. With a savage roar he whirled it through the air. It landed on Ginny's ass with double the force Celeste had been able to muster.
"Kill her, Emilio ... hit her! Kill the fucking bitch cunt!" Holly was screaming in his ear, her hands tearing at her own cunt.
But Emilio didn't hear her.
The welts loomed red and flaming now as streams of blood began to flow where the belt had returned to kiss her flesh again and again. The criss-cross patterns gave her nude body a strange, exotic quality.
Something was grabbing his arm. Emilio looked through the haze and the perspiration that fogged his blurred eyes.
It was Celeste. "Now, Emilio!"
"Huh?"
"Fuck her, Emilio. Fuck her in the ass! Hurry ... fuck her in her shit hole! Then you can stick your cock up Holly! FUCK HER, EMILIO!"
He pulled Ginny's hips and stomach up slightly from the floor. Cody spread her knees.
Emilio looked down. Her blood red ass cheeks waved in the air. He leaned over her.
Celeste's face was directly in front of his. "You cock! You dumb son-of-a-bitch! I want you to stick your cock up her fucking asshole! NOW! Fuck her in the ass ... NOW!"
He felt Holly's hands on his back, pushing him, until at last he understood. His mind seemed to be spinning, leaving him without control of his body.
He knelt behind Ginny and placed his palms on her buttocks. They were slick with blood. He spread her ass cheeks until her tiny pink asshole came into view. He lowered his head and let his tongue travel up and down the crack of her ass, taking the wetness from her cunt hole and lubricating her rear channel.
Finally he spat right in the middle of her asshole.
Ginny let out agonized whines with each circle of his tongue. As it at last penetrated her ass, her muscles contracted in wild spasms, sending cunt juice running in long streams down her thighs.
Then Celeste positioned his prick for him, right at the center of her anus. He shoved with all his might, and his massive cock entered her asshole, ripping and tearing at her flesh along the way.
Ginny's head came off the floor and the room was filled with her ear-piercing shriek. "CELESTE, CELESTE, YOU FUCKING DYKE, I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS! CELESTE ... PLEASE!"
Then she sagged lifeless beneath him.
"Shit, she passed out again," Celeste said.
"What?"
"She's out. The fucking cunt passed out again," she said, moving to the sofa.
But Emilio didn't care. He had to come again. He ground his dick ball-deep in her asshole and pumped until he felt the head of his cock explode cum up the girl's bowels.
Even in unconsciousness, Ginny screamed again when she felt its burning cum scald her rectum.
"Enough. Let's go," Cody said.
"Yeah, let's hurry back to the house. God, I've got to get myself off or I'll explode," Celeste groaned.
Hurriedly, they dressed. Emilio, Holly and Celeste left the room while Cody hung back.
"You comin'?"
"Yeah. Go ahead. I'll meet you in the car."
When he heard their feet on the stairs, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was about two inches long and about as thick as his middle finger.
With sweat popping out on his forehead, he dropped to his knees beside the girl. He ground the fingers of one hand in her hair and jerked her head up until her bruised lips were against the tiny, dripping head of his cock.
"Open up!" As if in a dream, her mouth opened. Cody shoved his dick between her lips. "Suck it. Suck my big hard dick, you cunt!"
He started wildly moving her head, bobbing it back and forth, making her lips mash against his pubic hair.
"Suck it off or I'll let him fuck your ass again, you bitch!"
Then Cody screamed as his ass shot forward and his balls pumped hot cum into her throat. Ginny sucked and drank until his balls were depleted and his dick slipped from her lips.
Cody wiped it in her hair, put it back in his pants, and zipped up.
He stood and pulled a roll of bills from his pocket. Ginny's eyes crept open as a bill fluttered down and stuck to the perspiration on her breasts.
"Can you hear me?" She nodded dumbly. "It would be silly for you to call the police. I'd just have to tell them that you did it for money, wouldn't I? And you wouldn't want your family to know that you were a hooker, would you?"
She shook her head from side to side as Cody left the room. When she tried to rise, she passed out again.
Downstairs, Harry Fine pulled his wasted, fully clothed body from the bed when he heard the door slam. "Damn fool kids. Parties in the middle of the afternoon. How in hell's a man to get his sleep?"
He'd heard the screaming, dimly, through the fog of the previous night's booze. Harry staggered from the apartment and up the stairs, intent on chewing somebody's ass for disturbing him.
At Ginny Monet's open door he lurched and gasped.
"Oh, God. Oh, my God."
He had the presence of mind to check her pulse. That's when he spotted the hundred dollar bill.
Finding her alive, he stuffed the bill into his pocket and went downstairs to call the police.
In the car, Holly played with Emilio's dick and Celeste played with her pussy all the way back to the house. Once inside, they didn't even bother going up to one of the bedrooms. They just stripped and threw themselves on the floor in the main room.
Cody watched them with only half an eye as he built himself a drink at the bar.
"I wanna fuck you for a change," Emilio said.
"No," Celeste hissed, evading his hand.
"Yes." He grabbed one of her huge, swaying breasts.
"Fuck off, you big ape!" Celeste made a claw of her hand and dug her nails into his cheek, ripping away flesh as she rolled away from his grasp.
"You bitch ... you cunt," Emilio rasped. "I'll tear your cunt up!"
"Try it and I'll castrate you!"
"C'mon, you two," Holly cried. "Jesus, let's get some threesome action going. My cunt's about to explode!"
Grasping her own marvelous tits in her hands, she rubbed the nipples hard against Celeste's twin peaks.
The result was electrifying.
Both women gasped loudly as lust spread from their tits to every fiber of their bodies.
"My God. Oh, my God!" Celeste breathed hotly.
"Great, huh?" Holly gasped.
Again, she steered her nipples into contact with Celeste, and again a startled gasp erupted from the brunette, uniting with an identical cry that escaped Holly's contorted lips.
The two girls grasped their own tits and mashed them against the other's. They rubbed the nipples together in a sexual frenzy.
Then their lips came together in a passionate kiss. Celeste's hands roamed at will, probing recesses and mounds, feeling Holly's taut, firm ass, caressing her delicate nipples, ploughing through the silky strands of her cunt hair.
And then the brunette's hands were on her thighs, rubbing the soft akin inches beneath her bushy mat. One hand carefully moved up onto the kinky fleece and, exploring momentarily, located the pussy lips hidden under the hairy triangle. Her fingers parted the lips; she raised her other hand from the thigh and sent three fingers plunging inside Holly's hole.
Holly's cunt was a moist, boiling cauldron. Celeste's three fingers were joined by a fourth and the quartet struck deeply into Holly's slurpy pussy.
While the brunette finger-fucked her, Emilio crawled up beside Holly's head and raked the head of his cock across her lips. Holly responded. She licked the head, her hands feeling and rubbing his balls at the same time.
He held her head between his hands and pushed his giant prick into her mouth. Holly felt the swollen knob nudge against the back of her throat. Then he proceeded to give her a hard, fast mouth-fucking, sticking his cock almost down to her belly.
Holly's jaw muscles strained as she accommodated the thickness of his rod. She loved the long, thick cock which Emilio continued to slap in and out of her mouth. He held her head so tightly that it was impossible for her to move it. She ran her hands up and down his thighs.
Between her splayed thighs, Holly could feel Celeste running four fingers up her cunt. She began to whimper and squirm, the combination of cock and fingers exciting her to an early climax. Celeste's fingers were busy inside her pussy, poking and probing.
Tiny spasms shook Holly's body as she started coming, encouraging Celeste to slam her fingers in and out of her fuck-hole as hard and as fast as she could.
"I'll take her now," Emilio said, pushing Celeste away.
He stepped back, shoved down hard onto the floor and had his cock inside her cunt before she even had time to raise her legs. He went to work on her right away, his pace fast and hard. He raised himself up so he could change his angle of penetration. Holly wrapped her legs around his waist and banged upward with her pussy as he slammed downward.
The effect was mind-blowing. Celeste's hands were running all over her body, touching her wherever she could. Holly squirmed, her excitement and pleasure almost unbearable, excruciatingly intense. Emilio poured it on, his ass swinging backward and forward like a pendulum gone wild.
"Oh, God, what a dick! Celeste, honey, you're nuts for not wanting it! You're crazy for not fucking it! That little girl doesn't know how good she had it this afternoon. Fuck me, Emilio! FUCK HELL OUT OF ME, YOU APE!"
Above her Emilio was writhing in bliss as he threw his head back, closed his eyes and fucked her. Looking down between her legs so she could see his cock appear, then disappear up into her pussy, Holly could hardly contain her ecstasy.
He grabbed her shaking tits and kneaded their ample flesh with his fingers while Celeste slipped a couple of fingers up into her asshole, moving them in and out in tandem with his cock.
"Oh, it's so fucking good! Come in me, come in me!" Holly shouted.
With her free hand, she caressed his balls, thrilling as she felt the smooth, yet bumpy skin of his sac. The head of his cock bounced off the back of her pussy as she frictioned herself, sucking in air as fast as she could, her whole body feeling as if it were on fire. A dull haze of excitement surrounded her, blocking out everything except the prick and the hands which were giving her so much pleasure.
"It's coming ... it's coming!" she gasped.
Celeste rammed her fingers in and out of her asshole, shoving them in as far as she could, stretching Holly's tender flesh. Holly spasmed out a fresh batch of hot, heavy cream that rolled down the length of her cunt in a steady stream.
"Emilio ... Emilio, you bastard," Celeste gasped.
"What ... what the fuck?" he panted, his balls thudding against Celeste's hand on every lunge.
"Let me have some of her," Celeste hissed, tugging on his hips. "Let me eat her cunt a little. Jesus, I'm hotter than hell for it!"
Holly felt Emilio's horse cock slide from her pussy. She squeezed, trying to trap it, to keep its hardness deep in her hungry belly.
But then there was something almost as good.
She felt Celeste's head go between her thighs. Then her tongue was between her cunt lips, probing farther on into her cunt walls. In seconds, her cunt was even more on fire. Holly's hips worked like a piston, jamming her cunt into Celeste's face and her hole over the woman's tongue.
"Ohhhhh, such sweet pussy," Celeste gurgled, sucking and licking like there was no tomorrow. "Sweet, wet, juicy pussy!"
Celeste's own cunt, with the thighs around it spread wide in invitation, was directly in front of Holly's face.
Suck it, her mind said, eat it ... just like she's eating your cunt!
"Suck it," Emilio said, pushing on her head. "Suck that pussy, Holly."
Then they were licking and sucking on each other's cunts. Their tongues were like hard cocks in each other's cunts, probing, searching, finding each other's elite. They buried their noses into each other and thrilled with the musky, feminine smell.
Holly sucked on Celeste's outer folds and slipped her middle finger up into her asshole. Celeste reacted by squirming around even more, getting closer and closer to her climax. Holly's finger made her buck upward as if she were trying to get away from it. When Celeste started to rub her ass, Emilio stopped her.
"I've got something much better than a finger," he said, straddling her ass.
"Oh, yes, please, please, Emilio," Holly sighed. "Put it back in me ... in my asshole ... please, I need it!'
Celeste looked up from Holly's crotch and said yes with her eyes.
Emilio shifted until he was in position behind Holly. He placed his cock between her spread ass cheeks. Celeste used her hand to guide his prick into the hole just behind where she was sucking.
"Yes! Oh, fuck me in the ass! Pour your cock up me, Emilio! Hurry' HURRY! I need it!"
Emilio leered. At last he was going to get Holly's ass. Something he had dreamed about since the first time he had fucked her cunt. And she was going to let him. God, he thought, the rape must have really turned her on.
Celeste had his cockhead at Holly's asshole. She looked up at him and smiled. "Now! Ream her!"
He lunged.
To his surprise, his giant cock slid in easily. In a second, his balls were being licked by Celeste and his prick was clear up, deep, into Holly's asshole. The combined pressure of Celeste's chin and tongue on her clit and Emilio's huge pole in her asshole drove Holly wild.
As Celeste thrust her tongue up into the girl's seething pussy, Emilio withdrew his cock and sent it slamming up again in her ass. It was a tight fit, but his cock was rock hard. He started a regular, even rhythm, one designed to create long, deep orgasms.
Holly gobbled furiously, greedily, on Celeste's cunt and made her come. Celeste grabbed her tits as she smeared her pussy all over the younger girl's face. Emilio's cock slashed in and out of her asshole. Her nipples were gorged with pleasure as he hammered away at her, driving his cock up into her ass to the hilt. His balls slapped against her cunt, the force of his thrusts shaking her body. Her hands clutched at the carpet and the idea of being completely, physically dominated by them both thrilled her as much as the way his prick and her tongue made her feel.
"Give it to me ... GIVE IT TO ME!" she shrieked.
Emilio let loose a stream of cum that spurted up into her asshole, searing her and adding to her own orgasm. Her whole body seemed to rattle as she continued to come and come. His .balls spat into her once more, filling her up. Her body heaved up and down as if she were having convulsions.
His balls empty, Emilio continued to plunge into her asshole until his cock was soft and lifeless. Then he pulled it out of her ass.
"Jesus," Holly said, rolling away from them to face Cody where he sat at the bar, smoking and drinking. "Have I been fucked!"
"I agree," Cody said. "A truly beautiful performance."
Celeste gasped. "When can we, do it again, Cody?"
"Not for awhile, I'm afraid. And I don't think we should see each other for a few weeks. All three of you had better leave now and stay close to your places for awhile."
"Shit, why, Cody?" Celeste said, a pouting look on her face.
Cody took a long drag on his cigar, and watched the smoke spiral up to the ceiling.
"Because there was something wrong with this one. I just don't feel right about it."
CHAPTER FOUR
Wiley Morrison repaired their drinks at the bar and glanced at the girl's reflection in the mirror. The New York skyline shimmered behind her.
Maybe tonight, he thought, she sure seems ready.
He had been taking her out for six weeks and had yet to touch her. In fact, he had even given some thought to asking her to move in with him at least then he might be able to get into her panties.
Who knows, he thought, studying her stunning figure and face in the mirror, she might even be marrying material. She certainly had the looks and brains to be the wife of an up-and-coming young attorney.
But before going that far, Wiley wanted to check out her sex drive. He knew where his was-at the very top.
Again he checked her image. Jennie Fields, a truly exciting female and no doubt about it. She was a sleek, exciting feline, with amazing breasts and body.
He knew. He'd seen her naked in her last movie. Now he wanted to see her naked in the flesh. And hadn't she smiled over dinner at the suggestion and said, "Who knows? ... maybe-tonight will be the night."
He turned from the mirror and moved to the sofa handing Jennie her drink. Her breasts filled the front of her dress when she leaned forward to take it. The top also fell outward, and he could see a mile down the dark valley of her cleavage.
The ice shook slightly in the glass. She looked up, saw the path of his eyes, and followed. "You've seen them before," she smiled.
"Yeah, I know." He settled into the sofa. "But I don't think I'll ever get tired of looking at the real thing ... if I ever get to see the real thing." He sipped his drink and watched her over the rim of the glass.
"As soon as I'm sure of that ... well ... " She shrugged.
"Look, just because you did a nude scene or two in a couple of pictures, that's no sign everybody thinks they can fuck you."
"Don't you?"
He smiled. "Probably."
"You really do want me, don't you?" She set her drink on the coffee table.
"Do bears shit?" He thought he saw something in her eyes, and then she threw him a curve.
"Want to watch some T.V.?"
Wiley looked at his watch. "It's too late for the Mickey Mouse Club."
She put on the T.V. anyway and returned to the sofa. This time sitting much closer to him. He pressed his hip against hers and she didn't move away.
Her face was close to his and there was a half amused smile on her ripe, full lips. "Are you uncomfortable?" she asked softly.
"No. Why? Should I be?"
"Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Go ahead."
"A very personal question?"
"Ask away."
"How many girls have you screwed, Wiley?"
"I don't keep records, Jennie."
"A pity. Girls have to."
"Not in these enlightened times."
"That's what you think."
"Why did you ask?"
She chuckled. "Because I'm thinking of adding you to my very small list."
He almost choked on his drink, then set it on the coffee table beside hers. "Well, it's about fucking time." He reached for her.
"Not too fast," she said. "I keep seeing us in bed. Are you shocked?"
"Terribly." Wiley put his hands on her waist, drew her close and kissed her mouth. Her lips were warm and moist. Her hands came up and started to unbutton his shirt.
"Touch me," she commanded.
He put his hand on a breast.
His shirt was open and she ran her hand over him, feeling for his nipples.
He squeezed her breast, then brought up his other hand. He now had both breasts to play with.
Her lips opened, and she started to moan. "I like that" She was squeezing his nipples, hurting them. "Put your hand inside my dress. Quick."
He slipped a hand inside her dress, encountered a bra cup. He managed to get inside the cup, and felt a large pointy nipple come to life.
"Do you have a big cock?"
"There's only one way to find out."
Suddenly her whole manner had changed. She was doing a flip-flop right in front of his eyes. The demure, innocent mask had dropped away and, in its place, was something of a whore.
"Play with my cunt," she gasped. "Get down and play with my cunt!"
Wiley liked the change.
He slid to his knees in front other and folded her skirt up over her hips. She took a long swallow from her drink as his fingers moved in small circles over her soft, warm thighs.
The drink slid out of her hand and her legs spread open. His hand worked down to the already dampening crotch of her panties. He cupped the mound of her cunt as her arms went around his neck and pulled his lips up to hers.
As he kissed her, he worked her panties down to her knees. Her ass lifted off the sofa to help him. When she was bare-assed, his hands returned to the vee of her thighs and started to explore.
He could feel that her cunt was small, smooth and not very hairy as his fingers dived into her pussy, working at her until he felt her moistness start and he heard cries of lust urging him on.
He unbuckled and unzipped his pants. Without taking them off completely, or even pulling her dress off over her tits, he slipped between her legs. She didn't seem to mind fucking him dressed, so he guided his cock to the wettest part of her downy covered slit and began to push gently.
Her cunt was tight. He barely got the head of his cock between her cunt lips when she cried out.
"Easy! Oh, please, take it easy. What have you got down there, a tree trunk?"
"You can handle it," he urged, pushing another inch of his meat into her.
"Oh, shit!" she gasped. "I'm like a fucking virgin anyway. Maybe you better let me blow you."
He didn't want a blow-job. He wanted cunt ... and this particular cunt had made him wait long enough.
He grabbed a handful of throw pillows and shoved them under her ass. Then he started his cock up her channel again.
She was moaning hysterically now, her fingers digging at his shoulders, trying to pull him into her. "Christ, you're big!" she gasped. "But I know it'll be heaven if you can get the whole thing in me. Keep trying, I'm spreading, I can feel it!"
As soon as his cock got a little slicker, he moved it back and forth in short, shallow strokes. Inch by treasured inch, his cock slid up into her. The walls of her pussy seemed to get tighter and tighter the deeper he fucked.
He was halfway there and he felt her pussy loosening up slightly as her hips began to rotate and pound up to meet his thrusts. He put on more pressure while she bounced up to meet him eagerly.
Slowly but surely he drove his meat into her tender flesh.
He moved slowly at first, enjoying the sensation of pressure on all parts of his twitching prick, then he picked up her frenzied pace and began to slam into her cunt unmercifully.
"Jennie, honey," he said, "you are the tightest cunt I've ever fucked."
"And you are the biggest cock I've ever had," I she replied. "You're tearing me up, but I love it!" He was pounding into her, driving the spike of his cock clear up into her belly through her cunt. His balls were crammed into the crack of her ass, he was so hard against her.
She watched his face as it twisted, and felt him stretch as far as he could. Then he went rigid as an icicle. She could feel his buried prick throb and start shooting long, hard jets of warm cum into her.
"Ohhhhh," he groaned, giving a quick little thrust with each jet.
She gasped in delight, pulling herself hard against him as his cum licked its way into the depths of her pussy. The sensation was exquisite. She didn't want it to ever end.
After his cock had stopped spouting, he pistoned her slowly, letting it empty itself with diminishing surges and throbs.
"Oh, God," she moaned, "why did Lever let myself go so long without you? Don't stop fucking me, Wiley. Don't ever stop fucking me!"
He finished her off with his whole body shuddering and jerking cum into her cunt.
"Jesus, I love to fuck," he said, rolling from her. "I do, too. Oh, God, I do, too!"
"Then c'mon," he gasped, "let's get our clothes off and into the bedroom where we can get a good one!"
"You mean, you can get it up again right away?"
He smiled and put her hand between his legs. "It never went down."
They raced to the bedroom, trailing clothes.
Together they railed onto the bed and Wiley took her soft, yielding body into his arms. Her legs opened slightly and closed again, capturing his rigid cock between them in a vise-like grip. He slid one hand downward across the crack of her ass. The soft curling hair of her cunt caressed him, and her thighs worked steadily on the sides of his cock.
"Guess what?"
"What?"
"I think I love you, Wiley Morrison."
"I think I love you, too, Jennie Fields!"
"Then prove it!"
"How?"
She chuckled. Again it was that low, rasping sound in the back of her throat. "Silly. Fuck me! I mean, fuck me silly!"
She moved a shoulder and her breast seemed to leap into his mouth with a hot, frenzied eagerness. At first he played with the nipple, then he opened his mouth to suck as much of her luscious tit as possible into his mouth. Her breast was not only firm, it was hard ... and very large.
Jennie began working her legs harder and faster, moving her hips forward and back now to force his prick up against her swollen clit. The motion excited him and he attacked the hard, thrusting tit even more ardently, biting and chewing the soft, fleshy globe.
"Oh, yes, suck it, Wiley," she gasped. "Suck the fucking shit out of my tit!"
She placed one of his hands on her other breast, rubbing his palm across the nipple until it stood out hard and eager. His other hand she shoved between her legs where the moisture was already flowing from her pussy like a burst dam.
"Want it again?"
"Yes, darling," she moaned. "Fuck me! I want this again and again and again! I want to feel this big fucking cock splitting me ... cutting me clear in half."
It was all too much for him with her nude white tenderness rubbing his body. With his throbbing cock clutched in her hand. With her musky smell permeating the bed, the room, his nostrils. It made his head swirl.
She wiggled her body under him, spreading her legs as she moved. When she could feel his cock stiffen against her slit, she began working her hips, trying to force him to enter her pussy.
She pulled his head down and kissed him hungrily, her hot tongue sliding into his mouth.
His hands started working feverishly at her body, exploring all of her youthful charms under him, her hips began a mad gyration until his cockhead was directly at the opening of her cunt. She felt the slight pressure on her clit, and she renewed her attack, trying, almost desperately, to pull his pulsating prick deeply inside her.
He started moving his head down. He kissed her taut nipples, and massaged the swollen hardness of her heavy breasts with his hands. His tongue and lips caressed her belly and moved down to her thighs, quickly passing over the mat of hair at her bulging crotch. He forced her thighs apart and carefully kissed the insides of them both.
Then he moved his lips and tongue slowly, smoothly, back up the inside of her legs to her cunt.
He licked at the soft, tender meat, his lips plucking at the swollen hardness of her cunt. Her body was hot, and her slit, wet with juice, was like a volcano.
His lips were close to her sweet-smelling young cunt and he blew gently. The short kinky hairs quivered. The tip of his tongue feathered her cunt lips, first up one side and then down the other, never entering her vibrating cavity.
"Yes, yes ... oh, yea, that's good! Oh, so good!" she panted. "Go ahead. Do me with your tongue first. Oh, fuck it feels so good!"
Her breath hissed between her teeth. She eagerly awaited the pleasure that his talented tongue would soon give her pussy.
Wiley turned his attention from her cunt hole to the hard little knob just above. He lapped and licked at it until her clit was stiff enough to be drawn between his lips. As he began to tongue the tiny little pleasure joint, Jennie immediately started to approach her come.
"Suck suck, suck!" she cried, ramming upward with her hips, shoving the full sweetness of her pussy against his mouth.
He reamed the slick walls of her inner cunt and nibbled on the small bud of her clit. The taste and smell of her young body changed to a heady flavor as her juices started flowing in a torrent.
Suddenly her back arched, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him against her. A strangled sound escaped her lips and she writhed through her orgasm.
But it was only the beginning-for both of them. "Now my cunt!" she gasped. "Fill my cunt up with your big, beautiful cock! I want it so bad! Fuck me, fuck me good ... FUCK ME!"
She pulled his body over hers and pushed one of his hands under her buttocks. Her cunt was slick I and yielding to his probing fingers. The juices from her pussy flowed across his hand.
It was all his passion needed.
His cock rose between her spread thighs. She gripped the twitching dick, stroking and squeezing it.
His cock became harder and throbbed unbearably.
His meat leaped toward her cunt. He thrust into her, burying his prick until nothing remained outside her pussy. He lifted her legs to his shoulders so that every thrust of his hungry hips gave him the greatest penetration into her hole.
Her body responded in kind. She slithered and began a grinding series of gyrations that sent her whole body to an immediate peak of desperate fulfillment.
"Yes, darling, yes!" she cried. "I love it! Oh, God, I love it!"
"Oh, Jesus, I love it, too ... I always will. And I'll always need it."
"Fuck me, Wiley ... fuck me and make me come! Over and over and over! Make my pussy come on your big, fat prick!"
His cock throbbed inside her tight, moist cunt. Her hips seemed to be welded to his. Her voice became low and husky, in a growl that became a sound of pleasure mixed with pain as again and again he rammed to the very bottom of her hole with the hard head of his hungry cock.
"Don't stop, darling! Don't! Cut me up with it!" the voice said. "Oh, your cock is s good!"
Harder and harder, he sent his cock fucking into her tender cunt until their two bodies became one, hurtling through an eternity of timeless and weightless space.
She worked on his prick, using her hips in all directions at once, taking all of his cock with each thrust. At last he burst forth with his own flood. Somewhere in his consciousness he heard her say, "Don't save it. Let me have it! Let me have the whole fucking load ... come in me ... give it all to me!"
Her legs locked around him even tighter as the final, convulsive spasms of release took over their bodies at the same time. Wiley flooded her belly with his massive spurts of nun as she writhed her way through a spastic climax that left her limp and drained beneath him.
They lay side by side, silent for a long time.
Then he spoke. "It was good, baby," he said. "It was as good as I thought it would be."
"Was it good enough to come back for more? And more? And more?"
"You know it was."
She sighed. A relaxed sigh, deep with relief. "Good. Then maybe with you, I'll last longer than a one-night stand. To tell you the truth, I haven't been too lucky with men."
"Hey, Jennie, listen. I love you. In fact, I might even ... "
The phone clamored in his ear and he rolled away from her to answer it.
"Shit," Jennie said, and went into the living room to get their drinks and cigarettes.
"Hello? Yes, operator. It's my brother in San Francisco," he said over his shoulder, not realizing that she had left the room. "Yeah, Mark?"
Jennie took her time fixing the drinks. In fact, she drank one and made another before returning to the bedroom.
"What the fuck?"
He was wildly pulling on his clothes and throwing others into a bag. "I've gotta go."
"Yeah, I know. You've got your nooky, now you got to go."
"I'm serious."
"So am I. You assholes are all alike-get it up, get it in, get it off, and get out." She swallowed half her drink.
"Dammit, it's important!"
"Dammit, so's my mental state! Where?"
"Where what?"
"Where the fuck are your going?" She finished the drink.
"San Francisco."
"Jesus Christ, that's halfway around the world."
"Just the country. I'll be back soon."
"How soon?"
"I don't know."
"That's what I thought, prick." She threw the glass at him.
He ducked and grabbed his bag. "Want to kiss me good-bye?"
"Fuck you!"
Eighteen hours later, Wiley Morrison was standing in front of a bank of buzzers and mail boxes. They belonged to an apartment house managed by Harry and Laura Fine in San Francisco.
He ran his thumb across the names, paused at '201 Ginny Monet,' and went on until he found 'FINE, MANAGER.'
He was about to push the button, when the door opened behind him. He turned and stared into the smiling, elfin face of a young girl. The face was topped and halved by a mane of red hair that looked as though it had just toppled from a T.V. screen commercial for some shampoo.
He didn't look at her body, but he could tell there was a lot of it beneath the too-tight sweater and the skin-tight jeans.
"Hello," she said. "You lookin' for a room?"
She had freckles on her nose. He let his eyes roam downward. From the neck up she had looked about eighteen, maybe nineteen. From the neck down, it was impossible to tell.
"Uh, yeah, that's what I'm doin'."
"Good!" There was a lot more than one word in her look. She was staring straight at his crotch. "I'm Trina Fine. My mom is the manager here."
A man, about fifty, small with a weasel face, came staggering out of the house. He brushed against Wiley, mumbled something, and staggered down the stairs.
"That's my old man," Trina said. "On the way to the nearest saloon. If you want to see mom, you'll find her on the second floor, second door to the right. She's cleaning up the apartment. Couple moved out the other day, left behind a dozen empty whiskey bottles."
"Thanks," Wiley said, starting to go into the lobby.
"You can leave your suitcase here, in case you don't like the room," the girl said.
"I'm not particular," Wiley said. He held on to the suitcase.
"Trina isn't particular either," she grinned. "Neither is my mom."
He went into the lobby and started up the stairs. Now what did she mean by all that?
The second door to the right was open. A woman in halter and shorts was using a mop and pail. She looked up as Wiley appeared in the doorway. She was about forty, he judged, and a bit on the heavy side. Her breasts were large and the nipples made dents in the halter. Her stomach was softly rounded and the naval appeared over the top of the shorts. Her thighs were fleshy but attractive. Her hair was brown and short.
She studied Wiley for a full moment before she spoke. "You lookin' for a room? I'm cleanin' this one up. Nice strong bed, good size closet, walk-in type, and you don't have to share the bathroom with anyone. You got your own. One of the few rooms with a bathroom. Interested?"
He walked in, studied the room casually. "I'll tell you, I might only need it for a few weeks."
"Okay by me. Forty bucks a week. You an actor?"
Wiley paused. "Yeah."
"Two weeks in advance. We get a lot of actors."
"Okay." He put his suitcase down. "I'll pay you now. Just give me a receipt."
The woman grinned. "Wait for me downstairs. Apartment one. It'll take me five more minutes to finish cleanin' up. I'll give you a receipt and a key. You can leave your suitcase here. It's safe."
Wiley left the suitcase where he had put it and walked downstairs. He tried the knob to apartment one. It was open and he walked in.
Trina was standing in the middle, of the room, wearing only a frilly bra and sheer panties. He hadn't been wrong about her body, and it was all hers.
"Oh, 'scuse me." He started to back out.
The girl laughed. "Hey, come back. What the hell, you look safe. I was just going to change. It's too hot for a-sweater and jeans."
She disappeared into another room and Wiley leaned against the wall, his arms folded on his chest. When Trina appeared again, she had on a halter and shorts. She looked cute and cunning. She was attractive and seductive and she knew it. Her breasts were very sharp, her thighs and legs long and curvy. Her young belly was flat.
"Why don't you sit down?" she said.
He sat. It was a large living room with tired furniture. There was one picture on the wall showing a western scene: two cowboys and a cow.
"How much did she charge you?"
"Forty bucks a week."
"You could have gotten it cheaper. You're good looking."
"What has that got to do with it?"
Trina smiled mysteriously. "You'll find out."
Wiley decided to play along. "Your mother's a good-looking woman."
Trina jiggled hen shoulders and her heavy tits did a dance in the halter. "Aren't we all?"
Wiley decided he was getting in too deep, too fast. He changed the subject. "I understand you had some trouble in one of your apartments?"
"Oh. You read about, that, huh?"
He nodded. "Yeah, a rape. Her name was Ginny Monet. Too bad. She was a nice girl. Let me use her apartment sometimes for ... you know."
"What do you mean, 'was'?"
"The rape kind of made her go goofy. You know, kind of off her nut. They say she don't talk or nothin'. She's in some private sanitarium. I guess her folks must have bread. She never got any, though. She was always behind on her rent."
"What else do you know about her ... and the rape?"
"What do you wanna know?" She walked to ward him, again making her breasts dance in the halter. "And why? You some kind of pervert?"
Wiley was about to answer her when the door opened and Laura Fine entered. She looked at her daughter in the halter and shorts with distaste. "Why don't you go to a movie or somethin'?"
Trina stood up and stretched. Her breasts almost popped out of the halter. Wiley couldn't help but stare. She walked slowly out of the room, swaying her hips in an exaggerated fashion.
"The name is Laura Fine," the landlady said. "Since you're gonna be here, even for a short time, you can call me Laura." She made out a receipt and Wiley gave her eighty dollars. She looked in a dresser drawer and found a key. She gave it to him.
"You're a little old to be a strugglin' actor, ain't ya?"
He smiled. "I have two careers."
"Hey, you want a beer?" She seemed reluctant to let him go. "I hope you didn't mind my-daughter, Trina. She's a bit wild."
"She wasn't bothering me."
"Well, your room is all cleaned up. If you want anything, just let me know. The rest of the renters keep to themselves pretty much, so they won't be botherin' you."
Wiley nodded his head silently.
She moved close to him, closer than her daughter had. Wiley could smell her cheap perfume and see the darkness in the halter between the two huge breasts. "Thanks for your help."
"The girl in 303 is a whore. Says she's an actress, but she's a hooker. Watch out for her. 'Cause a good-lookin' guy like you sure as hell wouldn't have to pay for it."
She was about to brush her huge tits against his arm when he thanked her again and moved into the hall.
He found Trina in his room-on his bed. She was on her side, one elbow supporting her upper body. The nipple of her upper breast was peeking around the halter.
"Kick the door shut," she said.
Wiley kicked the door shut with the back of his heel.
"Lock it," she said with a teasing grin.
He looked at her young and eager body, with its long legs and sharp breasts, and locked the door. He took off his jacket and tossed it on a chair.
"What's the idea?" But he already knew what the idea was. He still hadn't decided whether to play along or not. It was too bizarre. Her mother and father weren't exactly off in China somewhere. They were nearby and perhaps not the type to take kindly to strangers who seduced their daughter on such short notice.
"Can't a girl drop in on an old friend?" she said, tongue in cheek.
"What if your mother should drop in?"
"She'd have to wait her turn."
Wiley grinned. "You're a little hellcat, do you know that?"
"I know it"
"Do you usually greet the new guests this way?"
"Only the good-looking ones. Say, do you have a bottle in your suitcase? I could sure use a drink."
"What if your mother smells whiskey on your breath?"
"She knows I take a nip now and then. She can't stop me. I know what I'm doing. I'm old enough."
"I wonder." He opened his suitcase and took out a pint bottle. He uncapped it and tossed it to her. Trina caught it and took a long swallow.
"You still wanna hear about the rape?"
"Yeah."
"How much?"
"How about twenty dollars worth?"
"I don't want money."
"What do you want?"
"Take your clothes off," Trina said, flicking her shoulder.
The upper breast flopped bare out of the halter.
CHAPTER FIVE
"How old are you?"
"Does it make any difference?" She took another jolt from the bottle.
"Maybe. Maybe not."
"Twenty."
"Bullshit."
"Nineteen."
He shook his head.
"All right, dammit, eighteen. But I been around the horn, lover. I'm safe."
"Yeah," Wiley nodded, "I'll just bet you are. Now, why don't you just talk."
"Uh-huh. After."
"Sure?"
"Very sure." She handed him the bottle and opened her arms in invitation.
He capped and dropped the bottle back in his bag and reached for her. She came into his arms like they were made for her.
While they kissed, Trina took his hand and cupped the breast that had popped from the halter. Somehow, she freed the other breast and then moved his hand. "Nice?"
"Very nice." He pulled the tie on the halter and it fell away.
"C-cups, not the biggest, but ample. Still think I'm too young?"
Wiley moved his eyes from side to side, trailing the path of his hand. She had great tits. He tried to say so. He couldn't talk. His mouth was full of cotton.
As he continued to stare, she took his other hand. With a hand on each tit, she started his fingers to kneading and fondling. Soon, without realizing it, he was doing it on his own.
His cock had risen like a pole in the front of his pants as his hands made dough out of her full, fleshy tits. He was hypnotized by her scent and the vision of her near-naked body.
When Trina was sure he wouldn't let go of her tits, she slowly arched her back and tilted her head over the side of the bed. As her breasts moved away from his hands, they followed, stretching him out. Before he knew it, his arms were high above his head, his hands still cupping her tits, and his face was nearly in her crotch.
He looked, swallowed and gasped. He could see her russet pubic hair curling out from the crotch of her shorts.
The little shit wasn't wearing any panties.
His cock was wet between his legs. He could feel it and hoped it wouldn't stain his pants.
The proximity of his face to her cunt and his hands tearing at her tits served to spark the full fire of lust in Trina's body. Love juice squeezed between her cunt lips and in no time the entire crotch band of her shorts was soggy with it.
He noticed it. She noticed the new bright, hungry look in his eyes.
"Take 'em off," she purred.
Damn, he thought, how could this kid, this teenager, make him feel like such an oaf?
When he started to tug off her shorts, she lifted her hips to help him. He rolled around and cradled his head between her tits as he slipped and kicked his own pants and shorts off.
"I know you're going to be good," she moaned. "I just know it!" She removed his shirt.
Then he started to mount her.
"What's the rush?" she whispered, and pushed his head back down to her mushy pussy. "Go ahead!"
Wiley's nose nuzzled in the curling fur as his hands again found her heaving tits. They seemed to swell against his palms as he ground his tongue greedily up into her cunt.
"Oh, yeah. Oh, shit, yeah! Tongue-fuck my pussy! Tongue-fuck it real good, Wiley, and get it ready for your cock!"
Wiley could feel the nipples on her breasts become even more rock-hard and erect in his palms as his tongue went wild in the walls of her cunt. Up and down her pussy went his searching tongue. He was lost in her cunt now. Her pussy lips owned his tongue and lips.
"Go down a little farther, lover. A little farther. There, that's it! Now stick your tongue in my ass. Oh, shit, that's good!"
His willing, searing tongue had circled the quivering hole of her ass and then darted inside. She twitched as if an electric current had shot from his tongue through her body.
Then his tongue slithered slowly back up to her throbbing cunt and his lips nibbled on her clit. Her ass jerked up into his face as her hands clawed the bed.
His mouth was producing more and more flow from her cock-hungry cunt. And then his mouth wasn't enough. She wanted a cock, any cock, his cock. She wanted to feel it spreading the lips of her pussy.
She clutched his head in her hands and pulled him away from her cunt and up to her breasts. She tugged until her tits were mashed against his chest and his slobbering lips were against her mouth. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and wriggled her nude, voluptuous body up to him.
"There's something I really like."
"I don't think there's anything you don't like."
She laughed. "Lay back," she told him.
He lay back, his head on the pillow, his hands at his sides.
"Jesus, you do have a beautiful big cock," she exclaimed. She pursed her lips over the huge, bulbous head of his dick.
Trina was every bit as beautiful and amply endowed as Jennie Fields, and from the way she worked her mouth over his prick, she was even more attuned to a good time of wild sex.
She traced the configurations of his prick for several moments, paying particular attention to the ridge that separated his head from-the shaft. She gently hefted his balls, as though testing them for their weight and fullness. She pressed her hand lower, letting her fingers explore the crease of his ass. When she found the puckered entrance, she thrust her fingers against the tightening membrane until she was able to penetrate his bowels.
Wiley gasped at the pleasure. He twisted around, pulling her body in such a position that his fingers could caress her throbbing clitoris. "Want me to suck it?" she asked coyly.
"What do you think?"
Her delicate lips and active tongue traced the length of his cock and then took it completely into her throat. He scooted down and shoved his hips forward to give her greater access to his cock.
Trina lapped and sucked with such pleasure and power that a cold sweat broke out on Wiley's forehead. Suddenly his legs twitched and it was obvious that his balls were soon going to dump a huge wad of sticky cum directly into her waiting mouth.
"Oh, shit ... Trina, is that what you want?" She gurgled and rammed her head down until her lips bounced against his pubic hair on top and his swelling balls on the bottom. "You ... you keep that up and I'm gonna blow my load right down your throat!" he panted.
She lifted her face. Saliva and pre-cum fluid dripped from her chin back down to his thumping cock. "I want it. That's what I want," she gasped. "I want your cum!"
Again she mouthed the head and slowly drew all his, meat into her face. Wiley drew his belly in and strained his prick up as the young redhead's face began to back up and down.
He watched the full length of his hard meat disappear into her face with total awe. She might be young in years, he thought, but not in experience.
It was coming too fast. His passion drew the cum from his balls like a vacuum.
Then he was shooting. He could feel great globs of hot cum blow from the end of his prick.
Trina didn't flinch.
She swallowed h without even taking the cock from her mouth. Then she calmly cleaned it from root to head with her tongue.
"You're good," she murmured, rolling away from his groin and coming back to cuddle in his arms. "I think that must have been twins."
"You didn't come."
"I will. After we rest for a minute. I'll get you up again and you can fuck me. I like it that way."
"Okay." With one hand he clawed at his pants until he found his lighter and cigarettes. "Want to talk now?"
"About the rape?"
"Yeah." He lit up and drew the smoke deep. "About the rape."
She came up on her elbow and stared down into his eyes. "Why so interested?"
He looked at her through the haze of smoke curling from his nostrils. His look was different: hard and cold. "Maybe I'll tell you ... sometime."
Suddenly she realized, fully, that she had just met him. She knew very little about him. And the look in his eyes said, 'Don't ask too much.'
"Okay," she shrugged, and curled back into his arm to talk. "My old man found her. She was really a mess. Whoever it was must have worked her over real good." She felt his body tense and paused.
"Anything wrong?"
"No. Go-ahead."
"Well, he called the cops, they came, asked a lot of questions and took her away to that hospital I mentioned."
"Yeah." He stubbed out the butt.
"The cops figured it was somebody she knew, or picked up, since it looked like nobody broke in and there was nothing stolen."
"Anything else?"
"Two things that I don't think the cops know."
"What's that?"
"I overheard my old man tell my old lady that he heard her yell. He thought he was just having a nightmare, but after he thought it over, he was sure it was Ginny."
"Yeah?"
"She yelled something about Celeste and being a dyke."
A name, Wiley thought, that really helps; Celeste, a dyke. "You said two things."
"Yeah. Well, there's this bartender, where my old man drinks? ... well, I used to do him once in awhile. He told me that my old man cashed a hundred there. My old man has never seen a hundred in his life, so I asked him about it."
"And?"
"He said it was laying on Ginny's boobs when he found her. He took it. He figured she'd brought a trick up to her place and he'd beaten the shit out of her."
"You think she, was a hooker?"
Trina laughed, without humor. "No way. In fact, she was a virgin. She used to get me to tell her about my affairs, just to find out what it was all about. And, like I say, if she was hooking, you bet your ass she could have paid her rent on time."
"Trina, I love you! You're a big help!" Wiley pushed himself from the bed. "Gotta go."
"Hey, aren't you forgettin' something?"
She moved toward him, a sensuous, catlike grace enveloping the tanned splendor of her lean young body. Her pink-tipped breasts swayed rhythmically, firm and full, nipples pointing upward. Her flat belly flowed into the thatch of curling pubic fur that covered and accentuated the full, wide lushness of her lovely pussy.
"No time now, honey. Maybe later."
"Wanna bet?"
She stood on the bed in front of him. Her breasts hung heavy, yet firm, just in front of his face, tantalizing him. The dark cleft of her pussy was so clear to his view that he could almost smell and taste the sweet aromas that he knew were wafting from her cuntal lips.
She moved. Her swollen breast seemed to leap out at him, its nipple distended and quivering before his eyes. She leaned on him, her hand resting on his cock.
Each movement of her body, as she rubbed against him caused more and more blood to pound in his temples and surge into the head of his already throbbing prick.
"It won't take long, baby," she cooed, moving her 'hand on his dick, getting it harder. "You've already got me right on the edge."
He held back, shaking his head.
"Okay," she shrugged. "I guess there are times when a girl's gotta help herself."
She threw, herself down on her belly. The fullness of her tits spread beneath her body. She burrowed her hands down between her body and the bed and groped at the already excitedly pulsating.
Her legs scissored open, and her toes dangled down over either side of the bed. He could see her moist pussy quivering hotly against the tips of her fingers as they drew the narrow, hair-fringed furrow open. Trina moaned as the cool air of the room hit her cunt as she exposed the inner vulva with its sopping folds.
"Oh, Wiley," she called. "Wiley, I'm wet ... my pussy is soaking wet, lover ... come and take me and fuck me ... eat me ... anything. God, I'm ready ... my pussy is so ready!"
With a groan, she slowly, teasingly, sunk one of her middle fingers deep into the moistened slit of her cunt. She held her breath, relieved for the moment by having something in her hole. But it was only for a moment.
The more she fingered her cunt, the more Wiley's fires burned. His cock was demanding to feed her raw hunger. Carefully and slowly she worked in another finger, and then another, drawing her knees under her and raising the rest of her body up in a kneeling position. Her buttocks were high in the air, shaking and writhing with the lust she felt in her cunt.
Up and down, up and down. The squeak of the bedsprings became more and more violent.
"Dammit, Wiley," she cried, "where the fuck are you? Do you want it or not ... do you want my pussy, Wiley?"
"Yes, dammit." Wiley's powerful hands flipped her over. She landed on-her back, her legs high and wide in the air.
"I thought you would," she laughed.
Wiley propped himself on his knees between her widely splayed thighs and felt her guide his cock to the lips of her pussy. The throbbing head bumped against her clit and then popped inside her hole. He groaned with joy as he felt the warm wetness surround the hardness of his prick.
It was a warm, throbbing, alive thing inside her, and it sent shivers of sexual bliss throughout Trina's inflamed body. It was what she wanted and needed. She braced her feet flat on the bed and, lifting her hips, she raised her seething cunt towards his meat.
"Oh, God, I want it!" she cried, her breath hot in his ear. "I want it shoved into me! I want to feel it slamming up inside my pussy!"
Their bodies writhed. His cock slipped free.
"Put it back ... put your cock back in!" she shrieked.
Sweat beading out on his forehead, Wiley gripped the shaft with his hand and again found her hole. He was there. The head of his cock parted her lips. Then he paused, thrust his hips forward, and ground them down against her. His cockhead skewered her cunt lips and drove deeply into her wet hole.
"Oh, God, yes, it's good!" she cried.
"Can you feel it?"
"Yes.., yes, I feel all of it. Push ... shove ... fuck me! OH, GOD, LOVER, FUCK ME!"
The thick shaft rammed into her, filling the cavity of her cunt. She screamed with joy, letting out all the stops as the walls of her cunt spread and bulged with his thick rod. Their pelvic bones met and their pubic hairs meshed as he sank to his lips of her cunt.
She felt the charging cockhead deep inside her hungry cunt. She sighed, groaned and answered his movements with her own. His hips went up and down and side to side as he rammed in and out of her gushing hole.
She clung like a second akin to him. Her legs were locked over his back so that her cant was tilted up to him. It enabled him to bury the full length of his cock inside her hole on each and every thrust. In and out he stroked, as Trina whispered and moaned encouragement in his ear.
The steady, pounding pressure of his prick began to take its toll. Her stomach began to clench and her pussy muscles started a series of thrilling spasms. She clamped her thighs harder around him, bringing his cock in to its full depth and pressing his bone against her clit.
He sensed her coming release and ground his prick deeper and his bone harder. He was fucking her like an enraged bull, and she was loving it. She was reveling in it. Harder and harder he ground his thick meat into, her cunt. The pressure was moving her body farther and farther upward on the bed until she could go no farther.
"Now ... NOW!" she shrieked. "You can really pound me this way. Do it! DO IT! Rip my pussy apart with your cock!"
She twisted her ass beneath him, bucking upward to catch every inch of his meat on the downward stroke. His cock was like a piston as it split her cunt hole again and again. Juices gushed from her pussy around his cock to bathe his balls and their inner thighs. Her tits slapped against each other as he fucked her with a steady, driving stroke that made his balls smack against her upturned ass.
"I'm coming. I'M COMING!" she screamed, her voice resounding off the walls of the room like the tolling of a bell.
The result of her climax flowed from her cunt and bathed both their bodies. It made her whole body alive-on his driving rod. The added lubrication only seemed to drive him on as he continued to furiously, relentlessly slam his prick into her spasming cunt.
She was a sudden slave to his cock. She couldn't get enough of it. She was completely open to his furious slamming. He increased his speed. His hips slapped against her body with a force that shook the bed.
Her stomach began to clench again ... another climax! She felt she was going to burst open from the battering of his hot and frothing cock. Her hole closed around the spearing tool.
"Ohhhh, Wiley, I'm coming again!"
"Come ... come ... come," he chanted.
"It's beautiful! I'm coming so fucking good! Ohhhh, fuck me ... FUCK MEEEEEEEE!"
His hips slapped against her like they were powered by an engine. His balls were hard and tight. They bounced up against her ass in a way that titillated her even more. She felt still another come breaking forth in her throbbing cunt.
"Again ... OH, JESUS, I'M MAKING IT AGAINNNNNNN!"
"I'm coming with you!" he yelled, jamming his cock to the hilt.
His prick jerked as she clamped it harder. It exploded inside her cant hole with the force of a bomb, sending the hot streams of his cum deeply into her belly.
She cried out as her cant contracted around his pumping prick. He ground his hips into her. His groans made her muscles tense as the hot juice poured out of her pussy.
His balls shot torrents of jism that filled her cunt to overflowing. Still their bodies bucked together. His cock seemed to grow and swell inside her the more they came.
She had nearly fainted with the joy of his first, spastic come. And now, as his cock continued to unload in her, she felt yet another orgasm overwhelm her.
They rocked and twisted together, their pubic hairs wet, matted patches of cam. The juices from their fuck drenched them.
Finally, Wiley's thrusts began to slow. Her cunt didn't clamp so hard on his meat anymore. She felt his prick lose some of its iron hardness.
It was finally over.
He collapsed on top of her and she unlocked her legs from around his back. They both lay still and panted, straining to fill their lungs with much needed air.
"Jesus," she moaned, "that was a fuck."
"You're fantastic!"
"I don't know how long you're going to be here, but while you are, we're gonna be one happy little family!"
CHAPTER SIX
Celeste was a woman's name, but it had been a man who had done the most damage to Ginny Monet. There wasn't much doubt about that. And to find the man, Wiley knew he would have to find Celeste.
From an underground newspaper, he got a list of gay bars. They broke-down into male, female, and mixed. He broke the females into regions, and spent the rest of the afternoon sipping drinks and being stared at by bulls and winked at by femmes who wanted to see his ass kicked by their bulls. Most of them looked like they could do it.
And then he hit LaBelle's.
She was wearing sky-blue hot pants that crawled up into the crack of her cunt and a thin halter that barely contained the biggest pair of tits Wiley'd ever seen. She looked at him as if he had just crawled out from under the john and wiggled over to his place at the bar.
"Hi, shit. Whatta you want in here?"
"You LaBelle?"
"LaBelle is good pussy and you ain't gettin' any of it. Get out. This is a ladies bar."
Wiley laid a twenty on the bar. "Bourbon, water, keep the change."
She fixed the drink, brought it back, and tucked the bill into her halter. "Drink fast."
"Ask you a couple of questions?"
She paused. "Depends."
"Looking for a girl. Her name is Celeste."
"Celeste what?"
"I don't know."
"I don't know any Celeste. Goodbye."
Wiley moved toward the door, shaking his head. He paused outside and lit a cigarette, deciding where to go next.
Suddenly, he felt a tug at his arm. He turned to see a pretty little thing with pert breasts, a tiny waist and a tired face.
"I know a Celeste."
"Is she gay?"
"All the way. She's an artist."
"Where?"
"You got two more of those?"
"Those what?"
"Twenties. I'm a working girl. I dig chicks for kicks, but I fuck boys for toys."
"You're cute." He tore two bills in half and handed her two of the halves. "Show me Celeste for the rest."
She pressed a piece of paper into his hand. "Show up around eleven tomorrow. Tell her you want a portrait painted."
Before he could ask her more, she was gone. Wiley checked his watch. It was after eleven and he was beat. He grabbed a cab and headed back to his new apartment.
He was just putting his key in the door when he heard a noise behind him.
It was Trina, still in shorts and braless halter. He seemed to be running into that style a lot. She was carrying a tray.
"I thought you might like a midnight snack."
He smiled. "What's on the tray? ... you?"
"The tray now, me later," she said, moving into the room behind him and placing the tray on the dresser.
Wiley chuckled. Trina was a welcome relief to the type of women he'd been meeting all afternoon. He remembered how he had found her in his bed earlier, and how good it had been. He was beat, but still ...
"Listen, you're taking a hell of a chance. What if your old man or your mother catch you?"
"Pop hasn't any backbone anyway. He's like a jelly fish. You don't have to worry about him. As for Mom ... " Trina shrugged her shoulders" ... I'll fix her up with someone else."
Wiley edged his words with anger. "That's no way to talk about ..."
"Oh, skip it. And don't preach to me. You don't know how it is with me. Don't worry, I won't bur. den you with my problems. But don't be a bleeding heart. I can't stand that."
Wiley looked at her. She was still a little girl, but he knew how much woman she could turn into. "Thanks for the sandwich."
"Just want you to keep your strength up. Leave your door unlocked."
"Like hell I will."
"You'd better," Trina said grimly. "Or I'll make a scene. I've got a healthy pair of lungs."
Wiley looked at her built form, at the freckles dotting across her nose. She looked like a kid fresh out of a country farm, but she was actually a hellcat who knew all the tricks and then some.
"I'm beat, baby," he said.
"I'll wake you up."
"You probably will." He shrugged his shoulders. "If I don't perform, then don't blame me. You've been warned."
She slid through the door and gently closed it behind her.
Laura Fine listened at Wiley's door. When she heard Trina getting ready to leave, she darted down the stairs and into her own apartment.
Two minutes later Trina walked in. She took one look at her mother's face, and knew.
Laura shook her head and looked grimly at her daughter. "You little bum." She kept her voice down. Her husband was in bed and she didn't want to wake him. Not that he would be awakened anyway, even by an earthquake, with all the alcohol floating through him.
"You heard?"
"Damn right. You'll end up a whore; you will."
"That's my business," Trina exploded.
"Well, you ain't leavin' your room tonight, I guarantee that. Now go to bed and stay there!"
A subdued Trina walked into her bedroom and locked the door. Shit. That was that, she thought. But there would be other nights.
Laura Fine passed her snoring, limp dicked husband on the bed and went into the bath. As she started to step into the shower, she caught a glimpse of her nude body in the mirror. For some reason it shocked her to realize how well her firm, smooth-skinned figure compared to her daughter's.
She wondered if Trina had already laid him. Probably, she thought, but he'll find out that this old lady can give him one hell of a ride, too.
Her eyes returned to the mirror.
There was not a trace of the fact that she had borne a child. There were no stretch marks or any extra flesh on her body. Her breasts were still firm and large, her stomach flat, and her ass fleshy but solid.
Laura was not very tall, only five foot three, but she was perfectly proportioned for her height. She looked much younger than her years. Her hair was still worn in an easy, loose shoulder length style that was more indicative of younger women. The natural dark color was still lovely.
She ran her hands over her body. She cupped her tits from underneath and pushed them up. There was not far they could go, they were so firm. She was pleased with the way she looked. She thought that it wouldn't be too terrible to have a man's young body next to hers.
She quickly dismissed the thought. Her cheeks were burning with shame as she felt the water pour over her. She soaped up her cunt and washed away all the juices that she had gushed out from fantasizing about Wiley's stiff, hard young cock. She sighed from the touch of her own hand as she washed. The thoughts of Wiley again tried to intrude.
For the third time that day, her fingers found her clitoris and started to manipulate the hard, hot little button.
No, she thought this is ridiculous, silly. I'm a grown, mature woman. Sex and its cravings are normal. It's also normal to satisfy those cravings.
She decided, defiantly, that she would satisfy them, that very evening.
Wiley took a shower and turned off the lights. He started for the bed and then remembered. "Well, what the hell," he said to himself, and crossed to the door.
He unlocked it, cursing Trina but feeling a little tug in his groin at the same time.
He had asked for it. He should have kicked her out when she had first greeted him from his bed. Now he had to play along. He didn't want any trouble with her folks.
He unwrapped the towel, tossed it over the back of a chair and got into bed. Some moonlight seeped through the window. The shower had refreshed him. His body didn't feel so tired anymore. But he knew he needed a good night's sleep. He put a sheet over his body and then after a few minutes kicked it down to the foot of the bed with his heels. It was too hot for any kind of covering.
He was sweating. He closed his eyes and was ready to drop off, when the door opened. He kept his eyes closed. Maybe she would go away if she thought he was asleep.
He felt her body on the bed and then soft flesh was against him. A hand passed over his chest. He kept his breathing even. The hand made circles on his chest and the fingers stroked his flat nipples.
He was getting excited. He couldn't help it.
The hand traveled down to his belly, then under it and took hold of his swelling dick. The fingers stroked him until he was throbbing. He grew under the ministrations.
He felt lips on his belly and then a mouth went down to his thighs. She spread his thighs and started laying up the skin of his inner thighs. One hand grasped his balls, handling him roughly. He started to groan.
He felt the soft pillows of tits slide back and forth over his. It was warm and exciting. Already he could feel the cum boiling in the balls she held in her hand.
Then a warm mouth closed over the head of his dick. Down, down came the head. He lunged up, sliding his meat into her throat, far into her throat.
She gagged.
Wiley stopped pouring cock into her head and thought, 'that's funny, this afternoon she took the whole thing into her throat without gagging at all.
Then the head was bobbing furiously and the hand was squeezing his balls harder. Her tongue was doing fantastic things to the sperm tube on the underside of his prick.
Wiley loved every stroke of his meat going into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. He could come on almost any given lunge of his hips or bob of her head. But he was reluctant to give up the joy of fucking her hot, willing mouth. He didn't want to come and end the bliss. But the wild tricks she was performing on his prick with her tongue and lips became more, much more, than he could stand.
"Oh, baby, oh, shit, shit, you're gonna get my load!"
There was a mumbled groan around his prick and she sucked even harder.
Well, he thought, if that's the way she wants it, that's the way I'll give it to her!
Constant moans of delight filled the room from both of them as he ground his meat into her head and his cockhead against the roof of her mouth.
"OH, SHIT!" he cried. "SUCK IT! Suck it out! Suck it off! I'M COMMMING ... THERE!"
He sensed his load hit the back of her throat like a thunderbolt. Her mouth went crazy. She sucked and milked his meat like a vacuum cleaner and squeezed his balls for more when the globs stopped coming.
But she didn't stop.
Her teeth continued to nibble the head and shaft of his cock. His body was fully awake now. Electric tingles roared through every fiber of his being. He was mentally awake, too, and each lash of the tongue pained and pleasured him.
He tossed his head from side to side on the pillow. He shivered as the wetness covered every inch of his dick. The mouth slid up and down.
"I'm ready," he croaked. "I'm ready again!"
The mouth didn't go away. It stayed there where it was, greedy and lustful. The teeth dug gently and the tongue lashed wildly.
His hands gripped the sheet and his body grew taut all over again.
Wiley bit his lower lip and his body spurted away, draining his balls for the second time in less, than ten minutes.
"Oh, God, baby. What a fucking blow-job. I'd like to fuck you, but I don't think I've got one left in me." He sank back, his eyes so heavy he couldn't have opened them even if he had tried.
He felt kisses on his belly and his chest and then the body was off the bed and the door was opening and closing.
She was gone.
He didn't wonder why or how or anything. He was pleasantly tired. He fell asleep.
Trina shook him awake the following morning. "Wake up, sleepyhead. Mom and I are fixing breakfast. You're invited."
He sat up and stretched. "Thanks. I'm hungry as hell."
"I'm sorry I couldn't make it last night," she said. "Morn heard us talking. I had to stay put."
"What?" He was still half asleep. He shook his head to clear away the cobwebs. "You ... you didn't make it last night?"
"Well, you should know," she laughed. "I'll bet you're not sorry, either."
Wiley got out of bed. He saw Trina staring at his naked body He had his usual morning hard-on.
"Beat it. I'll go down as soon as I pee. See you downstairs."
Fifteen minutes later, he found mother and daughter already seated at the Fine's dining room table. The father wasn't there, but Wiley could hear loud snoring from another part of the apartment.
As he sat, he scrutinized Laura Fine's face. She ran the tip of her tongue around her lower lip and winked at him. He grinned, salt and peppered his eggs, and dug in. So it had been the mother who had visited him the previous night. Well, he hadn't been disappointed.
After food, he felt better able to meet the day. Able to meet Celeste. He grabbed a cab and gave the driver the address that the girl at La Belle's had given him.
The elevator took him up to the ninth floor, where he hunted for Celeste's studio. Near the end of the corridor, he found it, her name in gold on the slot near the door. CELESTE HARPER.
The door was open, so he went in.
The front room was spacious, warm, with an elaborate fake fireplace. He walked into another room and pulled up, short.
This room was bare, except for a long table laden with tubes of paint, a bottle of benzine, brushes. A woman stood in front of an easel, brush in hand.
The young girl from LaBelle's posed on a small dais in the middle of the room.
She looked different, very different, than when Wiley had seen her the, previous afternoon. She was stark naked.
Her arms were raised and her conical breasts and furry crotch were thrust forward as if she were about to receive a man. Her breasts were full with long nipples. Her belly was flat, her thighs lush, the legs supple with finely curved calves. She stayed the way she was, as though Wiley were just another piece of the furniture.
Celeste Harper looked at him with raised eyebrows. "Yes?"
Wiley mumbled something about having a portrait painted and waiting in the other room. He backed out, feeling like an idiot.
He smoked and waited for about half an hour. At last she came out, tall and coldly beautiful, with raven black hair loose and swinging around her shoulders.
"I don't like to be disturbed while I'm working. What do you want?"
"I'm thinking about having a portrait done ... of a girl."
"I charge five hundred dollars here in the studio."
"This girl can't come to the studio. It would have to be done from a photo." Wiley opened the envelope he carried and withdrew an 8x10 glossy. He held the picture side toward himself.
"In that case, it would be more ... perhaps a lot more. It's hard to capture someone from a photo."
"It's a very good photo."
"Is that it?" She held out her hand.
Instead of giving it to her, Wiley flipped it around and pushed it in front of her face.
Bingo.
If Celeste Harper would have had weak bowels, Wiley was sure she would have shit right there in her mannish slacks. Her face went stark white. Her hands trembled as she brought them up to her tits and she took two steps away from him. "Who ... who are you?"
"You're not painting me."
"How do you know this girl?"
"Why? Do you know her?"
"No! No, I ... I've never seen her before. I'm sorry, I ... I can't help you. Now, if you don't mind, I've got to get back to work. Good day."
She hustled back into the studio room before Wiley could say or do anything to stop her. The door locked behind her. He debated breaking it down and then thought better of it.
He'd found Celeste. Now he would take his time and find the man through her.
The elevator door was just opening when the little girl ran down the hall and slipped her arm through his. "Boy, did you get to her!"
"Why?"
"Because she kicked me out without gettin' any!"
"Huh?"
"Use your head. I'm a working girl. I make a buck any way I can. Celeste has me model for an hour or so a week, and then pays me fifty bucks. But it ain't for the modeling."
"What's it for?"
"She's gay. She digs my pussy."
"Oh, shit."
"After you left she practically dived for phone. I got the name and number."
Maybe this was it, Wiley thought. "Give."
"No. You give. What's it worth?"
"Fifty."
"Boy, you want it bad. But I can't take money under false pretenses."
"So, give it to me."
"You're a hell of a good-looking guy. I'll tell you what. I'll give it to you in my apartment. Right after you give me fifty bucks for my pussy."
Her name was Edie, and Wiley found out fast that she was not only a part-time hooker. She was also a part-time nymphomaniac.
They were in the bedroom of her apartment, naked. Edie was oohing and ahhing and working his swollen dick like it was the first one she'd ever seen.
"Jesus. Damn. My fucking instincts are never wrong. God, what a cock! Beautiful, beautiful big dick!"
Her wide eyes on his cock made it harder. She stood directly in front of him, and he could almost smell her need. She could see his. Putting his arms around her, his hands moved lower, cupping her fleshy buttocks.
He pulled her to him. His hands began to move slowly around and around on the cheeks of her ass. The motion caused her full, flaring hips to rotate against his body.
He looked down between their bodies, between the heaving swell of her breasts. His cock was mashed against her belly, pointing straight up, the head pressing against her navel.
His mouth found her waiting lips. They kissed slowly, passionately. His tongue wormed its heated way past gleaming teeth into her mouth. He found a tongue as eager as his when they met and licked at each other furiously. The kiss lasted a long time. When it ended, they were panting heavily.
"God, let's fuck," she crooned. "I wanna see what that big son-of-a-bitch feels like inside me!"
Wiley kissed the tip of her right tit. It swelled to an even greater size. Slowly he moved his lips around the bobbing nipple, then brought his tongue into play.
Edie squealed in delight and her hands became a blur on his cock.
He pulled her backward with him onto the bed. He rolled her over beneath him and slid one hand down between their bodies until he felt the swell of her belly and then the smoothness of her ass. His probing fingers continued on. When he could feel the softness of her dark, softly curling pubic bush, he paused.
Gently, he caressed, and his fingers combed through her pubic hair until he found the peak of her wet slit.
"Oh, Jesus ... oh, sweet Jesus, you're turning me on," she moaned.
"You got a lot of nice body to turn on, honey," he said. "Just relax and enjoy it."
She was beginning to writhe and hump her cunt against his exploring fingers. Her frantic hands surrounded his rigid cock. She pumped the throbbing shaft furiously, expertly.
"Now, honey ... do it to me now!" she begged, her voice barely audible in his ear. "Put it in me ... fuck me with it!"
Her aroused body twisted and writhed in need beneath him. Moving a little to the side, he allowed her to lie flat while he moved between her legs.
Her thighs parted eagerly. His cock, already wet with his own desire, slid from the mound of her belly. His seeping cockhead slithered down and came to rest lightly in the gap between her parted cunt lips.
"Oh, God, now" she gasped. "Give it to me! Just hump and ram your prick into me!"
She was arching toward him, shoving the mouth of her cunt toward his cock. He settled himself deeper between her thighs, and his chest slid over the hard tips of her thrusting tits.
"Ohhh, that feels good," she cried, as the huge tip of his cock tickled the tender lips of her soaking cunt.
"Put it in," Wiley commanded.
She guided his cock into her cunt in one smooth, long stroke.
He paused, grinding his pelvic bone against her hardened and exposed clitoris, and then he began a smooth, in-and-out pumping motion.
"Good?" he said, panting slightly with exertion.
"The best," she replied, wrapping her legs around his hips and lifting her ass high in the air. "Oh, yes, like that, baby. Oh, honey, you got a nice cock! Feed it to me good ... yes ... yes!"
He grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled her roughly up to him. His throat erupted in animal grunts of desire as he pounded his thick meat into her wet pussy.
Her face became contorted with lust, and her head moved wildly from side to side on the pillow. Her big tits rolled back and forth, the nipples brushing and heating up against the hair on his cheat.
She was climbing toward her peak and he knew it. He felt her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders, urging him to give her everything he had.
"You got it?" he panted.
"Oh, y-yeah," she stammered. "I'm right there, baby ... I'm so close ... don't stop! Please, don't stop!"
Her body tightened and arched up against him. Her bone ground violently against his as her pussy sucked and swallowed the full force of his hammering cock.
"I got it ... I got it ... NOOOOOW!" she screamed.
Her release was violent as only a professional whore's can be. When a pro gets it, she gets it good, whether it's on the end of another woman's tongue or, now and then, on the big shaft and head of a good cock.
Her fingernails went crazy on his back. Red welts and gashes appeared from his clenched buttocks up to his muscular shoulders. All of her weight was up on her shoulders with her legs back over them. As the hard ridge of his cock slid back and forth, it scraped against her clit.
She writhed and screamed through a total climax, then sagged back, spread-eagled beneath him. He paused and eased his cock in and out of her cunt a few times.
When she regained her breath, she opened her eyes and smiled up at him. "You didn't come."
"I will," he said.
"You gave it to me instead."
"When's the last time you came on a cock?"
"Jesus, man," she said, "I can't remember. Damn, that was good."
"Yeah," he sighed.
"I'm gonna feel like shit if I can't get you off."
"You will. Don't worry about that," he said, looking at her. Her face looked innocent and elfish.
His cock was still rock-hard, and still inside her cunt. He had been running it very slowly in and out the full length of her soaking pussy. Each time, on the outstroke, he had teased her clit with the enormous ridge of his meat.
She hadn't even realized what he was doing, but she suddenly found herself aroused all over again. "Oh, shit," she said, lifting her legs.
"Have I told you that you've got a great body?"
"Yeah," she replied. "Have I told you that you've got a great cock? You want me to blow you?"
"Can you take it in the ass?"
"It's a monster, but I can try."
"Roll over!"
Everything in the room smelled of fucking now. Her inner thighs were slick from the sticky juices of her last orgasm and the current response to his teasing cock. The smell of woman was strong as he climbed in back of her and pushed the full length of his meat, clear up to his balls, into her asshole.
"Oh, God, what a COCK" she groaned, the thirst for his prick again taking over her mind.
This little bitch is something else, Wiley thought. She's taking my dick in her ass as if it was as big as her cunt.
He started to fuck her even harder than before. The huge trunk of his prick filled her and expanded the tight, rear ring completely, stretching it to the limit as he fucked in and out.
"Oh, shit ... fuck, fuck!" she cried. "Your dick fills my ass so good ... so fucking good! Give it to me! Pound the fucking thing clear up to my tits!"
Her screams and the gyrations of her ass cheeks served to drive him on. He bunched the cheeks of his ass and ground his cock into her with ever increasing fury. He charged up her rear hole as her muscles gripped and milked him harder. He prodded the sweet, murky darkness of her rectum to its very depths.
She looked between her legs and laughed aloud with brimming joy as she saw the huge width and length of his juice-soaked cock ramming like a piston into her gaping asshole.
"Oh, God, you got a dick ... sweet Jesus, what a prick! Beautiful, beautiful!" she moaned as she continued to match his rhythm. She hunched and stabbed her luscious, silky ass cheeks against his body, sheathing his cock again and again with her ass. Her muscles contracted with every lunge, milking the cum from his seething balls.
"OH, SHIT!" he suddenly bellowed. "Suck it, baby ... suck it with your asshole! I'm coming ... THERE!"
Her climax met his spurting cum somewhere in the pit of her bowels. She milked his prick-with the talented muscles of her rear hole until his dick felt stretched a foot.
They continued to fuck until their energies were totally expended. He fell to her side, bringing her around with him so that his cock remained encased in her ass.
They said nothing. They had already said everything with their bodies. They lay side by side, their eyes reflecting the satisfaction they both felt.
At last his cock became deflated enough to slip out of her hole.
"You're one hell of a piece of ass for a whore."
"You're one goddam good fuck for a man. Wanna take a shower?"
"Later, after I make a phone call." He held out his hand.
She fumbled in her purse, returned to the bed, and smiled. "Gimme!" She held out her hand.
Wiley fumbled in his pants and they traded-money for piece of paper.
He unfolded it. There was a telephone number and a name. He bit his bottom lip and scowled, thinking, Holly Carpenter isn't the name of a man.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hope Latham was blonde, twenty-four, with full, no-sag breasts, a flat belly, and legs that seemed to go on forever. Until she met Celeste Harper and fell madly in love with her, she had been a model. When she moved in with Celeste, she gave it up. It was nice to do as she pleased and not have to strap her tits down anymore to work the runway or a photo session.
It was also nice to love and be loved totally in return. And even with all the fucking around she knew Celeste did on the side, Hope knew that the woman really loved her. They both had one wonderful thing in common-they hated and feared men. And neither one of them had ever submitted to a man's ugly, violent cock.
As she dried herself with a towel, she heard the front door slam and then the phone-ring. Then she heard Celeste's voice.
"I don't know his name ... yes, I called Holly and told her ... No, Cody, I'm sure he doesn't know about you or Emilio ... Christ, I don't know how he found out about me, and I'm not sure he's got a connection ... Yes, I'll let you know. Good-fucking-bye!"
Hope pulled on the bottoms of a pair of shortie pajamas. She left her tits bare and flopping, the way Celeste liked them, and walked into the living room.
"Hi." She kissed Celeste and went to the bar to fix a drink. "Who was that?"
"Cody."
"Jesus," Hope said, topping her scotch off with soda. "Why do you keep fucking around with that maniac? He gives me the creeps every time I see him."
"If it weren't for Cody, I wouldn't have you. I met you at one of his parties, remember?"
"Touch�." Hope noticed a strain on her lover's face. She took Celeste's hand and moved it to one of her breasts when she joined her on the couch. "What's going On?"
"Nothing."
"What's the big secret?"
Celeste didn't try to hide her annoyance. "What makes you think something's going on?"
"Because you sound like you're ready to come apart at the seams."
"Don't be an idiot, Hope." Celeste got up to make a drink of her own. She needed one badly. "I wish, sometimes, that you would mind your own business."
Hope was contrite. "Gee, don't get sore, honey. I didn't mean anything. Look, I'll shut up if you want."
"I want." At the bar, Celeste decided she didn't want a drink after all. "I've got a headache. I think I'll lay down for awhile."
Hope said, almost to herself, "I just thought your business was my business. After all, we are ... "
Celeste closed the bedroom door, blocking out Hope's voice. She wished, as she climbed into bed, that she hadn't been so short with her. She really loved the girl and didn't know what she would do if she had to do without her. She wouldn't hurt Hope for the world, but this thing was getting out of hand.
Maybe they had gone looking for new kicks once too often.
It was Cody's fault. Cody had pulled the strings and they had performed for him. Cody was a genius in his way. He knew how to control people. He knew their weaknesses and their strong points and he played with them, laughed at them, scorned them.
She hated, Cody. She suspected that the others hated him, 'too.
Sooner or later she knew she would have to dump Cody. He was a weird duck in so many ways. A real strange one.
Hope interrupted her thoughts. "Do you want an aspirin?"
"No," Celeste sighed.
Hope sat on the edge of the bed, facing her. "I don't like to see you suffer, darling."
Celeste looked at the naked breasts in front of her. Rope would be okay if she wasn't so nosy. She reached out and idly played with one large, heavy breast.
Hope smiled. "That feels good"
"Does it? I wish I could feel good."
"I'll make you feel good," Hope whispered. She reached for the shoulder straps of Celeste's bra and pulled them down, revealing her full, round breasts. "Let me show you how much I love you." Her hands explored the full tits, and caressed the large, pink nipples. She saw Celeste's eyes close and she knew she was getting to her. Her mouth found one of the pink nipples and Celeste started to moan.
Hope bit the nipple gently, then stood up and took off the bottom half of her pajamas. She tugged at Celeste's dress and got rid of it. She got into bed and wrapped her arms around Celeste's waist and bent her head so she could kiss the firm, luscious tits.
Celeste's hand roamed Hope's back and sides. She liked Hope's mouth at her breasts. She urged her on. "Kiss them, baby. Use your tongue. Chew the nipple. That's the way. Bite. Go ahead and bite. Oh. Oh. Yes yes, that's it, baby, be good to me. YES!"
Hope's mouth wandered over the full breasts from mountain to mountain, exploring the valley between the rosy peaks. Then the mouth started to wander downward and across the white plain that was Celeste's belly and down to her cunt. Hope's tongue searched for the clitoris, found the wet trench and explored thoroughly.
Celeste's tits were dancing on her chest, her eyes tightly shut, her body thrashing, trying to get more and more of Hope's long tongue up her cunt.
"Gimme, gimme your cum, darling! It'll make you feel better!"
Celeste threw her long legs wider apart. Her cuntlips were stretched and the hole gaped open. The combination of her pussy juice and Hope's saliva had matted the hairs around the slit. The lips gleamed and between them the darker pinkness of the hole stood out, its center filled with the whiteness of her own pussy cream and globs of saliva.
With a groan and a shout of pure lust, Hope dove between the other girl's legs. Celeste opened her eyes. She bumped. Hope had buried her face, burrowing with her hot tongue into the gooey mass.
Hope was right. This was what she needed. She threw her thighs around the burrowing blonde head. She forgot everything else but the intense joy in her cunt as she bucked with her hips, sending her pussy hard against Hope's sucking mouth.
Hope responded by grinding her chin into the hole and lapping the heated clitoris with long, intense strokes. Realizing Celeste's acceptance, she snaked her hands upward until she could grasp and fondle the brunette's breasts as she increased the pressure of her tongue on the girl's cunt. Up and down she worked, sending her tongue the length of the slit, then all the way from clit to asshole.
Celeste couldn't help but respond to such treatment. She curled her fingers in hope's hair and pulled her head violently into her pussy. Great, rasping sounds came from her throat as she felt the tongue's hard tip lave the inner walls of her cunt and then the knob of her clitoris, which seemed about to explode.
"I'm coming! Oh, shit, I'm coming!" Celeste screamed, her thighs and buttocks shaking with the tension.
Hope ground her own thighs together as she sucked, tongued and swallowed great mouthfuls of Celeste's honeyed juices.
And then they were both quiet.
"Was it good?" Hope asked, lifting her juice smeared face from Celeste's crotch.
"It was wonderful, darling."
The phone jangled.
"Hello?"
"Celeste?"
"Yes."
"Holly. The son-of-a-bitch just called me. I'm meeting him tomorrow at noon at my place."
Celeste's face went stark white. She nearly dropped the phone. "I gotta think. I'll call you back in a few minutes." She replaced the receiver and fell back to the pillow.
"What's the matter, darling?"
"Nothing," Celeste replied, her eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling.
"Good. Now you eat me!" Hope urged, crawling upward on the bed and preparing to throw her thighs over what she assumed was Celeste's waiting face.
"No ... NO!" Celeste shouted, crying and writhing off the bed.
"Celeste ... Celeste! What the hell is the matter?" Hope cried, reaching for the other girl.
"I can't ... not now."
"Why not now?"
"Because, goddammit, I'm scared, Hope. I'm scared to fucking death."
Wiley called several times from Edie's apartment, with no answer. At her insistence, he let her blow him because she wanted to see what it felt like to have that much meat down her throat. After he came, he showered and left, promising her he would keep in touch.
Edie assured him that, because of his talent, the next time would be a freebie.
He killed a couple of hours around town, even going back to LaBelle's, trying to get a gay line on Holly Carpenter. No luck. It was dark when he headed back to the apartment.
At the corner he tried one last time from a pay phone. She picked it up on the third ring.
"Holly Carpenter?"
"Yes. Who's this?"
"That's not important, but my name's Wiley."
"You're right, it's not important. Bye."
"I wouldn't hang up if I were you. This is important." He gave her the address of the apartment house and his apartment number. "It's the one right next to Ginny Monet's."
There was a long pause at the other end of the line, and her voice cracked when it came back. "Yeah, so what? I don't know the neighborhood."
"I think you do, and the house, and the apartment." He paused, then mentioned the date.
Her breathing was suddenly heavy, rasping. Then, in a hushed whisper. "Who is this?"
"Just a next door neighbor with big ears and big eyes."
"That still doesn't tell me anything."
"That's telling you plenty."
"Okay. Wiley? You said Wiley, didn't you?"
"Yeah. Wiley."
"What do you want?"
"I don't know yet."
"I suppose you know that my family has money."
He didn't, but he lied. "I've checked a little. I'd like to see you."
The voice was brittle. "I'll bet you would."
Wiley lowered his voice to a hissing rasp. "Make it easy on yourself."
"Okay, okay, don't get pissed. How about tomorrow at noon. You got the address?"
"I got it. You're in the book."
"Noon. Tomorrow." She hung up.
Wiley went through the book until he found her. He jotted down her address, then scanned the rest of the Carpenters. There were several but only one with a Nob Hill address: Jonathan Carpenter.
He dialed. The voice that answered was black. "The folks is in Europe. This is the maid. I'm Ruby."
"Hi, Ruby. I'm Jeff Smith down at the Chamber of Commerce. We're doing a little poll about important Bay area families."
"Yeh?"
"Isn't Mr. Carpenter the one with Carpenter Industries?"
She laughed. "Nah. I don't think the Judge got any industries."
"The Judge. Well, well. And is his daughter the famous model?"
"Do models make a living?"
"Yes. Quite a good one," Wiley said.
"Then Miss Holly ain't no model. Hell, she ain't made a livin' her whole life."
"Thank you, Ruby. Very much."
He was whistling as he went up the stairs. Trina came out of her apartment and saw him. "You sound happy."
"Yeah, maybe."
"Then you must have gotten rich or satisfied."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because, when a man looks and acts like you do now, it can only be because he's inherited a million dollars or gotten a great piece of ass. And you don't sound like anybody died."
"How old are you, really?"
She laughed. "Was she pretty?"
"So, so."
"Too bad. I think Mom wanted to try you on tonight."
"Jesus, Trina, I wish you ..."
"I just call a spade a spade."
Wiley sighed. "Sure." He stared at the door behind Trina. Her father was coming out. He looked up at Wiley with blurred eyes, mumbled something, and walked through the lobby, out the front door and down the front steps.
Wiley wondered if he drank all night. He wondered if the man ever drew a sober breath.
"Was she good?" Trina asked, interrupting his thoughts. "As good as me?"
"Huh?"
"Don't tell me you spent the afternoon alone."
Wiley scowled down at her, but that only made her giggle. He finally grinned and went up to his room. He guessed he couldn't really blame Trina with what she had to grow up with. She'd probably end up with a guy like her father, or on the hook, like Edie. And that would be a damn shame.
He shaved, showered and lay on the bed, nude. It was ten-thirty. He hoped he could sleep. Tomorrow was going to be one hell of a big day.
The shower had done him some good. His body didn't feel so tired. He heard the door opening and drew a sheet over the lower part of his body. It was Laura Fine. She frowned at him.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"Well ..."
"What is it?"
"Is Trina here?"
"No. I just saw her downstairs in the lobby a few minutes ago. She-must be around somewhere."
"I don't know what I'm going to do with that girl." She hesitated.
"You can look around if you want to," Wiley said. "She isn't here."
Her attitude softened. "Oh, I believe you." She moved into the room. "Were you napping?"
"No. Just resting."
"I didn't want to disturb you."
"You're not. Come on in." He sat up, his chest bare.
She closed the door and advanced into the room. She eyed his naked chest hungrily and Wiley remembered the visit of the other night. She had been very obliging. She sat on the edge of the bed.
Laura had on a loose sun dress, cut low in front and back. A good portion of her big breasts were bare. She crossed her knees and a foot of thigh showed. Wiley knew she was doing it deliberately, but he was damn tired.
Then he remembered how she had gobbled his dick the previous night and wondered if she were there to do it again. The thought made his cock swell under the thin sheet.
"I overheard you and Trina in the hall. Are you tired because of this afternoon's woman?"
When he hesitated, she giggled and said, "None of my business, of course. You're young and handsome. I guess the girls go for you." She passed her hand over his chest and the touch thrilled him. Even though he was tired, there was something very sexy about his landlady. Laura had good heavy breasts and a full woman's body. Her forefinger pushed against his nipple. She looked at him with baited breath. "I bet you think I'm forward."
"Now what gave you that idea?"
Her hand came away from his chest. "I guess you know it was me that visited you that first night. I couldn't help it. My husband is useless. You've seen him. A hopeless drunk. I'm forty and still have yearnings. But he's old because of all the liquor he's soaked up. I'm only human."
Wiley patted her knee. "I understand."
"I don't want you to think I'm a loose woman. I don't flop down for every man I see."
Wiley nodded his head to show that he understood. He wondered what she was leading up to. He was trying to shift his cock under the sheet to hide it. It had started to resemble a tent pole.
"I know you made love to Trina," she said quietly.
Wiley didn't know how to react to this statement so he didn't react at all.
"She told me everything. She always does when she's with a man. I don't know what gets into her." Wiley could have told her but held his tongue. "She's wild. I guess the younger generation knows too much and wants too much. They don't care how we parents suffer."
He patted her shoulder. "Trina will straighten out."
Laura looked at him and locked her lips. "Here I am bothering you with my problems. You probably have your own. I ... I like you, Wiley. I guess you couldn't help it when it came to Trina. She's very pretty. I used to be pretty like that once."
"You still are," he said gallantly. "You've got a wild body."
She brightened visibly. "You really think so?"
"Of course. The trouble is, you don't hear enough compliments."
"That damn husband of mine. He got old before his time." She took his hand. "My breasts are still good. They haven't fallen. I'm lucky." She placed his hand on her breast. She wasn't wearing a bra.
Wiley felt the softness of her breast; the nipple was growing stiff under his palm. Her tits were amazingly firm.
And then her hand was moving the sheet away from his naked body.
Her lips touched his. He felt the tingle of her nipples scrape against his chest. Then the weight of her massive tits settled down on him, only to be followed by the full length of her body as it smoothly moved atop his.
One of her hands slid between their bodies and traced a warm path across his belly. Then her fingers combed again and again through his heavy mat of pubic hair.
Her tongue entered his mouth, hotly searching out his. Her warm hand fondled and cupped his swollen testicles. She grasped his cock and ran a fingernail across the smooth, soft head.
He didn't move.
Her lips worked on his, hotly, while her tongue darted in and out of his mouth. Then he felt the weight of her breasts shifting on his chest as her hand continued to stroke his cock, faster and faster.
"I'm gonna blow all over both of us if you keep that lip."
She smiled. "I wouldn't want it to go to waste. Let me get outta my clothes."
She stood, shed her dress, and posed for him in panties and bra. The panties were white. He could see little tufts of pubic hair curling out. Her fleshy ass cheeks shimmered and jiggled inside them.
The waistband didn't go straight across her dimpled buttocks like most panties. It cut down in a vee from the hips, or a few inches below the hips. It was a deep vee that left her rear cleavage wide open to his view. The deep valley between her buttocks was covered by lace that saved the panties from slipping clear off.
They revealed more of her rounded, jutting ass than they covered. But by showing so much, and hiding just enough, it caused more excitement in his expanding prick than if she had been completely nude.
His eyes jerked back and forth from the bra to the panties. Her nipples stuck out at him, beckoning his eyes, his tongue, his mouth. They were alive with lust and swollen to a full half inch of throbbing firmness. With most women, he would have been happy to just admire the tips as they rose and fell on the heaving mounds beneath the bra.
With this one he wanted more ... much more. And he wanted it now.
He looked down. His cockhead was nuzzled up against his navel and the thick sperm tube on his underside was pulsing hard.
"Come and get it," he said, smiling up at her.
He stared between her splayed legs. Her hand had slipped far down into the panties. Her fingers worked busily under the crotch, while her ass rocked back and forth. Her head was thrown back and she had her eyes closed. Her face was a mask of passion as she fingered herself.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Workin' myself up more. I like to get right on the edge first." She opened her eyes and looked at him. "You've got a beautiful cock."
He bit his lip and wrapped both his hands around his throbbing shaft as if to bring himself off.
"You really wanna do that?" she asked.
"I will," he smiled, "unless you get your cunt or your mouth over here and do it for me."
She moved like a lithe, sensuous cat. Her fingers still bulged at the bottom of the vee. She didn't remove them until she sat beside him on the edge of the bed.
Her fingers dripped with the sticky juices of her cunt. She smiled at him as she licked the fingers of her right hand and thrust her left hand toward his face.
The fingers reeked of the sweet scent of pussy. It was a heady odor, almost musk, and it inflamed his nostrils. She passed the fingers under his nose, accentuating the odor, and then her sticky, sweet fingertips touched his quivering lips.
His tongue darted out and tasted the gooey substance. Then he parted his lips and her fingers entered his mouth. One by one he licked the cunt juice off her fingers.
When the odor had diminished and her fingers were completely clean, she started to work on his body.
"Close your eyes and relax. We've got the time and I want you to enjoy this ... enjoy it and remember."
He knew what she was going to do and he wanted more. He wanted to fuck her, wanted his cock in that blissful cavern where those fingers had delved.
"Did you like the blow-job I gave you the other night?"
"I loved it, but I'd rather have your cunt now."
"I'd rather suck. I ain't had a cock like that in me in so long I'm almost a virgin again. It'd probably rip me up."
He shrugged. "Okay, but get naked."
She did and then let her eyes trail down his body again. "I could almost come-just lookin' at that hunk of meat."
The thick, rubbery head bobbed on his belly. now and then touching his navel.
What a huge beautiful cock, Laura thought, reaching over and tenderly closing her hand around the thick shaft. Her fingers couldn't reach around the thick hunk of meat. It seemed to be as thick as her wrist, and the throbbing cockhead as fat as her balled fist. Blue, pulsating veins jumped beneath the smooth outer skin as she slowly tentatively ran her clenched hand up and down its length.
She removed her hand from his cock and lay the palm flat against the seeping lips of her pussy. Gingerly, she rubbed until her whole hand was awash with her own juices. Then she returned it to his cock and continued to stroke him.
It was fascinating for-her to watch how the head inflated as she squeezed the thick shaft. She laid her head on his belly, facing his prick, so she could see it better.
As her hand moved, a tiny trickle of silver fluid oozed from the opening in the cockhead and swooped down in a web-like strand to fall on his belly. She couldn't resist the impulse to spear the drop with her tongue. She rolled it around in her mouth, savoring its salty tang, then she swallowed it.
"Suck it," he said, his voice startling her.
Wiley drove his fingers into the already juicy hole between her gaping thighs. "Ohhhhh, yes," she cooed, squirming against his hand. She opened her legs wider and lifted one knee so that he could get his fingers clear inside her cunt.
With a loud growl, he forced her head down to his lap. He abandoned her cunt with his other hand and used it to grind and guide his twitching cock.
"Suck it!" he repeated, steering the swelling, blood-filled head to her parted lips.
Laura groaned, half in protest and half in desire. Her hands replaced his around the base of his prick. Her tongue flicked out, hotly laying the bouncing head.
His hips bucked up. Her lips parted around the head and a few drops of fluid spurted onto her tongue. The taste encouraged her. She made an "O" of her mouth and rolled her eyes up at him. She dropped one hand to his balls, cupped them, and gently drew the bulbous tip of his cock into the moist warmth of her mouth.
The contact tore a strangled cry from Wiley's throat. "OH, honey! Honecccc!"
His fingers locked tight in her long hair. He pushed her head down, down, down the incredible length of his prick. He closed his eyes and savored the delicious sensation, grinding his hips, forcing his meat deeper and deeper. There was a roaring in his ears. A volcano. A tidal wave of cum seeping up from the knowing fingers, teasing his balls.
"Go up and down on it," he urged. "And suck it at the same time!"
Her head began to hammer up and down on his cock. She squirmed and quivered like a snake on the bed beside him, sucking and milking his rigid pole.
It ended all too soon for both of them. He had wanted to get all his cock in her head, feeling her lips around its very root. But before he could ease it all the way into her, the volcano in his jiggling balls erupted.
"Oh, yes ... oh, shit, take it!" he shouted as hot cum shot up the length of his shaft.
He fell forward over her, forcing her head down over his cum spurting prick with the weight of his body. Unable to think or hear, lost in the thrill of orgasm, he held her face crushed to his coarse pubic hair, and came, humping spurt after spurt of thick jism into her throat.
Noisily, she sucked the hot fluid. She kneaded his balls. Her fingers played in the hairy crack of his ass.
Although he was hurting her, although the wiry cockhair bruised her face, she stayed over his depleting cock until she had sucked the last drop of cum from his balls.
When it was over, when at last his prick was empty and growing limp, Wiley released her. He watched her face raise up, lips red and swollen, a trickle of cum dripping down her chin.
"Was it good?" she asked. "Can I suck good?"
"The best," he said, grinning down at her.
"I'm glad," she said, hugging his legs and rubbing her soft cheek along the length of his wet cock. "I love it. I swallowed it all."
"I know."
Her hand closed around his prick again. She lowered her head and let her tongue do a tantalizing dance on his balls and inner thighs. "How long does it take for it to get hard again?"
"No way, honey. I got to get some sleep."
She nodded and moved from the bed. She dressed and moved to the door where she paused and turned back to him. "Thanks."
"Don't be nuts. Thank you."
"Wiley?"
"Yeah?"
"I don't care ... about Trina, I mean. I'd a lot rather have you makin' it with her than most of the assholes she's been with."
He nodded and she left, closing the door quietly behind her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Holly Carpenter decided that she had only one thing that Wiley could want-her sex, and perhaps some of her money. If he kept his mouth shut, or better still, if she could convince him to keep his mouth shut about the girl's rape, giving him a little of both was a small price to pay.
For that reason she made herself as attractive as possible for the gentleman. She wore a tight sheath dress that accented her full hips and the perfect roundness of her ass. Around it she cinched a wide belt that made an eye-catching shelf of her big breasts. She also swooped her hair up to make her even taller and more stately rather than cheap sexy.
There had been something in his voice that told her that he was the kind of man this image would appeal to.
When she let him in, she was surprised. He was very tall and quite handsome. Under most circumstances, Holly would have gone to bed with him anyway. His appearance and cool manner made it that much easier.
When he settled into the sofa, Holly chose a club chair across from him, but not too far away to touch. As she sat down, her dress caught a few inches above her knee but she didn't bother to pull it down. Instead, she crossed her knees, exposing even more white flesh. Wiley looked boldly. Maybe she wouldn't have to pay this one off in cash. She had a good, sexy body, always craving for the usual and the unusual. She decided that a big man like Wiley might be able to handle her.
"Now tell me about it," she said. She smiled warmly.
"What's there to tell?"
Holly tried not to be annoyed. "Don't be coy," she said slowly. "You know about ... about the incident. It was a harmless prank. The girl was a virgin, but she was far past due to lose it."
Wiley's anger was already boiling, but he managed to keep his voice on an even keel. "So, actually, you probably did her a favor, right?"
Holly shrugged. "Can I fix you a drink?"
"I don't think so."
She reached for an ivory box, extracted a cigarette and lit it with a silver lighter. "Just what are you interested in?"
"I wasn't sure until I walked in here."
She was amused. "You mean you're interested in my body?"
"Why not? It's a nice body. How nice, I don't know yet. Too many clothes on."
"You think I'm going to strip naked just because you want me to? Don't I have anything to say about it?"
"Not much."
She tried to control her anger. Who the hell did he think he was? Of all the colossal nerve.
Wiley patted the cushion next to him. "Why don't you come and sit down here where it's nice and cozy? I won't bite you. I don't think I will. On second thought, I probably will."
Holly got up and moved to the sofa. "You have to give a girl a chance," she said, sitting. "You just don't come on like a house on fire?"
"I have my own methods."
She lifted her eyebrows. "And if I don't like your methods?"
"You'll learn to like them."
"You really have me over a barrel, don't you?"
"I would say so?'
She drew in a deep breath. This man was making her very nervous. Then she asked him what he would do if she told him to go to hell.
Wiley grinned at her. "Why don't you try telling me to go to hell?"
He did have her over a barrel. They both knew it. There was nothing she could do.
"Okay, but you don't have to be obnoxious," she said angrily.
"I was born obnoxious."
"What do you want?"
He decided to fish. "For starters ... names."
"You know about Celeste. And the two guys ... I can't tell you. Believe me, they're bad. Whatever you want from me, those two would want more. They'd kill me."
Bingo again. There were two men involved, four all together. He decided to fish some more. "I just want the name of one of them. The one who did it."
"I'd have to talk to Celeste about it first."
"Okay, we'll do that later. Now, first things first." He handed her a piece of paper.
"Who's Mark Morrison?"
"An attorney here in San Francisco, and Ginny's brother."
"Her name-is ...
"I know, Monet. It's a stage name. She's going to need a lot of psychiatric help. Twenty grand from you will help."
"Twenty ... ?"
"You can afford it."
She nodded slowly. "Are you a private detective?"
"Not exactly. You got a lawyer?"
"Yes."
"Call him, now! Set it up."
She was like a robot moving to the phone. He listened carefully as she gave her lawyer instructions and Mark's name. Then she returned to the sofa. This time she pulled her skirt down.
"Done. Shall we go to Celeste's?"
"No, there's one other thing first."
It was in his eyes as he looked at the twin swells of her breasts. There was no mistaking it.
"On one condition?"
"What?"
"You leave my family out of what happens."
He smiled. "I've never met your family." He wasn't promising anything to anyone.
He put his hand around her neck, drew her head forward and their lips met. As he kissed her, her lips parted and his tongue slipped through. He put his other hand on her breast. His fingers massaged the firm globe.
Holly put her hands on his waist and pushed against him slightly. "You know, under different conditions I wouldn't mind this at all."
"Maybe you won't anyway," Wiley said, managing somehow to keep the hardness out of his voice. "Let's see what you look like."
"All right." She stood up. "Let's go into the bedroom."
"Right here. Strip."
She hesitated. "It's nicer in the bedroom."
"Strip."
She scowled. She didn't like taking orders, but he had the upper hand and she knew it. She picked up the hem of the dress and swept it over her shoulders. Her hands went behind her back and the bra came off. She took a deep breath so that her breasts were displayed proudly. The lush tits bounced resiliently with each movement. They were firm, beautifully contoured globes of flesh, each delicately tipped with dark nipples.
Wiley's eyes told her he liked what he saw.
Without averting her eyes from his, she hooked her thumbs inside the elastic band of her panties and pushed them down. They fell softly about her ankles and she kicked them aside. His eyes fell immediately on the triangular patch between her thighs. The soft, crisp curls were already damp with passion.
He stood. "You'll do."
"You prick."
"That's right. We'll go into the bedroom now. But I'll take that drink. A shot. Bring it with you. I'll be waiting."
Three minutes later, she stormed into the bedroom. The whole weird situation had set in motion the gears of desire in her body. Her cunt was flowing like a river and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She loved kinky things and this was kinky.
He was in bed, nude with a sheet pulled up to his waist. "C'mere!"
She moved across the room, stopping only when her knees hit the side of the bed and her hairy pussy was a scant two inches from his raised face.
He took the shot glass from her hand and downed its contents. Then he smiled and threw the covers from the lower half of his body. His prick was rigid, a thick, throbbing mass of hard male meat staring up at her.
Holly gasped as she looked at the thick, upright hunk of cockmeat. He wasn't as long as Emilio, but close, and his dick was at least an inch thicker. This might turn into something after all, she thought.
He rolled off the bed and grabbed her by the shoulders. His eyes were clouded with lust as he pushed her onto the bed. Her tits strained against his chest as he covered her.
"You're a beautiful cunt," he groaned, his face smothering the rise of her tits with hurried, anxious kisses. His lips covered the large, dark nipples until she moaned and her nails dug hungrily into the hard skin of his back.
"Oh, shit!" she gasped, feeling her passion being awakened as he deftly fingered her pussy at the very top of her cleft, near her clitoris.
He guided her hand to his cock. "Play with it," he commanded, his voice heavy with lust. "Get it even harder so I can fuck the hell out of you with it."
Her fingers circled the throbbing prick. "I want this," she gasped.
"You'll get it you cunt. Don't worry about that, you'll get it all right."
Again she wondered what made him so wild. She felt his strange, almost sadistic power as she held his hot, throbbing cock in her hand and began to manipulate it back and forth. He bit harshly at her tender, voluptuous tits, sucking cruelly until she thought she would be bruised. His hands slid beneath her ass.
"Easy," she murmured.
"Fuck you," he said, and Holly gasped.
His hand closed over her cunt mound as his fingers prodded and searched between the swollen lips, rubbing them, teasing them, manipulating them until she was squirming beneath his touch.
"Oh, shit!" she cried.
She stroked his throbbing prick with nervous, fluttering gestures, then held it firmly and squeezed it so hard that he gasped as her hand crushed the resistant, spongy tissue. Her nails tickled his loose-hanging balls, flicking them back and forth between his trembling legs. He inserted one finger deep into her aching cunt, wiggling it viciously in retaliation.
"Ohhhh, not so hard!" she gasped as his nails scraped the sensitive lining of her hairy cunt. "Please, not so hard!"
"Shut up."
His fingers were mauling her tits and the flesh of her hips and buttocks. She cried in pain as she felt his other hand slip in back of her and prod cruelly at her asshole. She turned her hips slightly to avoid the harsh impalement and bit into the side of his neck.
He jerked away from her, then raised his body so that he could kneel over her. His hands and fingers twined in her hair and yanked her head so that her neck was stretched backwards on the bed.
"You want it so bad, huh?" he growled at her. She just stared at him hotly. "You want my prick rammed up your belly, and you're gonna get it, believe me!"
"Yes, yes. Hurt me!" she pleaded perversely. "Shit, you bastard, rape me! Rape the hell out of me!"
He moved up on the bed so that her arms were pinioned by his knees and his jerking rod was throbbing just above her head.
"Suck it," he hissed. "Suck my cock, you cunt!"
Tears began to swell in her eyes as she looked up at his huge, thick prick bobbing just above her. His hands forced her head up so that her lips touched the damp, blood-red head of his cock and he forced his hips forward.
His thumbs reached inside her mouth and forced her mouth open as he slammed the full length of his lust-hardened cock deep into her throat. She felt sick and wanted to choke, but all she could do was swallow and gasp for air as he rocked back and forth above her.
"Harder!" he hissed, his hands holding her head in a vise-like grip. "Suck my cock harder!"
Holly loved it. She had led him on like a whore and now she was being treated like one. She wished that she could protest, explain that she didn't mean anything, but it was too late for that. His teeth were set in a clenched line as he watched her soft, red lips close around his rock-hard cock.
Her arms ached from the weight and pressure of his knees. He had her right where he wanted her. She was in his power. She felt helpless, degraded and tortured, yet it excited her and she sucked more and more hungrily on his thick, bulbous tool.
Wiley drove his hips forward, forcing his hard, pulsating prick deeper and deeper into her throat. Her eyes were closed as she licked and sucked on his meat, so he released his grip on her hair and his hands grasped the voluptuous, firm globes of her tits and squeezed them cruelly. He pinched and tickled the nipples until they stood erect and throbbing, pinpricked with wanton desire.
Her thighs were trembling and shaking as he found and stimulated every nerve center in her body. Her eyes opened and looked at him pleadingly, begging him to satisfy her needs.
He grinned cruelly down at her. "Cunt," he rasped as he let his rigid dick slip from between her wet lips and jerk spasmodically above her head.
"Ahhhhh," she groaned, filling her lungs with air.
He lay down, half on top of her, so that she could feel the heat of his prick against her waist and hips as he traced a pattern with his tongue down over her tits and belly. She was shaking visibly, her whole being shattered by her animalistic desire.
"Yes, yes," she moaned, and spread her legs wider as he moved his fingers and the palms of his hands slowly over the rise of her thighs. His fingers probed and separated the lips of her pussy as they ran fluidly over the tiny, aching slit.
His mouth was so close, so tempting, but instead he inserted two fingers deep into the well of her cunt, wiggling them, tickling her, torturing her.
"Please!" she begged him, her hands clawing at the back of his neck in an effort to force his mouth down on her cunt.
She bucked and Writhed, wriggling her hips up toward his face, but his hands held her down.
"I can't stand it ... Please!" she choked.
She could feel the hardness of his throbbing cock against her legs and she spread her thighs wider so that his hips fit between hers.
"NOW!" she rasped, nearly hysterical with need. "Oh, God, NOW!"
"Now what?"
"Now fuck me! Shit, your cock's driving me out of my mind!"
"No, baby, not now! Later. C'mon, get dressed. We're going to Celeste's."
"She won't be there. Just her roommate, Hope, is there. I called just before you got here."
"So did I. That's why we're going. C'mon!"
Hope didn't know what to do or say as Wiley told her everything. One thing she was sure of. She had to protect Celeste somehow.
"I'll tell you how," Wiley said, leering at the blonde beauty.
Both girls got the message at once, and each of them took it quite differently.
Hope stared at Wiley with stark fear in her eyes. "Of course you're being ridiculous. You wouldn't ... "
"Why the fuck not, Hope. He had me. Now it's Celeste's turn. And she isn't here, so ..."
"No! Oh, my God, NO! I couldn't!"
"Wanna bet?" Wiley said, grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back. "Open the door to the bedroom. Holly!"
Hope moaned from the pain. "I'll scream," she threatened.
"I don't think so," he said. "You scream and the police will come. I'm sure you don't want that."
Holly stared at them with wide eyes. "What are you going to do?" she asked nervously.
"The bedroom," he snarled at her. "Get off your butt!"
Holly jumped to her feet and opened a door which led into a bedroom. Wiley steered Hope through the door.
He let go of her arm and she quickly slapped his face. He stood and grinned at her. She glared hotly at him. "You dirty prick," she snarled. "I can fight like a man. I'll show you!" She advanced towards him, her fiats raised. There was pure hate in her eyes.
Wiley pulled his knee back, shot his foot out. It caught her in the pit of the stomach. Her teeth clicked, her eyes bulged and she flew backwards till the back of her knees caught the edge of the bed.
She lay sprawled on the bed, gasping for breath. She tried to get air into her lungs. Her eyes never left Wiley, hot eyes that glared their hatred.
The hate turned to fright as he shed his clothes. She tried to crawl off the bed. He slapped her face and pushed her back on the bed. Stripped bare, he approached the bed, his huge cock waving naked and hard before him.
"Oh, my God, you wouldn't!"
He ripped her dress away. She lay there in bra and panties. He straddled her. He started to pull the bra straps off her shoulders. "You bastards," she hissed. "I'll fix you both!"
"What do you want from me?" Holly asked.
"You aren't stopping him!" Hope cried. "You may as well be helping him!"
"All right," Holly said. "I will."
Wiley had the bra straps down. He pulled the bra down away from her breasts, found the hooks and eyes and unclasped the garment. He threw it away. He looked down at her breasts and couldn't help but admire them. They were full and rounded with dark nipples.
Holly joined him on the bed. When Hope tried to raise her hand again, Holly grabbed the arm and kept it pinned down. Hope cursed them both.
"Lift her hip," Holly said, "and I'll take her panties off."
Wiley lifted her hips and Holly pulled the panties down and threw them on the floor. He settled himself between the blonde's thighs and started to tease her by brushing against the lips of her cunt with his cockhead.
"Oh, God, please, please, don't do this."
Wiley laughed. "Can't stop now. My cock's too hard."
Then Hope knew. He was really going to do it He was really going to stick that big, ugly thing inside her. Her eyes went wide with shock when she felt the bulbous head against the soft lips of her pussy. "Celeste will kill you for this!"
"That's the idea," Wiley jeered. "Get ready, cunt." He played with her tits, roughly squeezing and tweaking the soft nipples.
"Don't," she begged. "Please. I can't. You'll tear me up! You mustn't. Not all the way. It wasn't my fault!"
"It was Celeste's," Wiley hissed.
"No. It was Cody's! It was all Cody Ferrain's fault!"
Wiley paused. He stared at Holly. "Is that his name?"
Holly stared back at him, thinking. Then she shrugged. "Yeah. Cody set it up. He likes to watch. The guy who fucked her in the cunt and ass was Emilio Vargas. He's kind of nuts. He does whatever Cody tells him to."
"That's all I wanted to know," Wiley said, rocking back on his heels and pulling his cock away from Hope's pussy.
"Oh, thank God," Hope groaned, and passed out.
Wiley rolled away from her and pushed Holly onto her back. He ripped her blouse open, exposing her braless tits, and pulled her skirt up around her waist. Then he shredded her panties.
"I thought you were going to fuck Hope, split her! I wanted to watch! What the hell are you doing?"
"Finishing what we started at your place." He pried her knees open and let his body slide down between her thighs. He ground the head of his hard dick, painfully against her clitoris.
"Easy. Oh, Christ, easy!"
"Easy shit."
He found her spongy hole and thrust his meat inside her cunt with all his strength, filling her to the tip of her cervix.
She raised her knees slightly, but he grabbed them and forced them farther back so that they touched her shoulder.
"It's so deep," she moaned. "So fucking deep!"
"Yeah," he gasped, as he felt his twitching cock slip in and out of her tight, moist fuck-hole.
"Fuck me ... oh, yes," she begged. "Harder, harder, Wiley!"
He pushed into her cunt with increased fury, pounding .and slamming his hips against hers, grasping the cushions of her buttocks and lifting her slightly off the bed.
"Enjoying yourself, baby?" he hissed.
"Ohhhhh, yes ... Jesus, it's big ... big and hard and hot!"
She could feel herself becoming wetter with each thrust and her cunt walls began to twitch with an urgency that was about to explode. His cock seemed to become even thicker with each painful thrust as his throbbing rod filled her soft, squirming cunt completely.
"That's it, baby," he urged her roughly, sensing that she was near her climax. "Come on, you cunt ... fuck ... fuck ... FUCK!"
She groaned as a wave of trembling excitement shuddered her whole body and she began to shake uncontrollably as her cunt walls contracted wildly around his thickening, pulsating prick.
Her nails raked a harsh pattern down his back as she bucked and jerked up against him, feeling his cock worming up into her womb.
"Ohhhhhh, God ... I'm coming, I'm coming!" she cried as her waiting tension and frustrations were released in one sudden great burst of searing flame.
Her thighs jerked wildly at his, her whole body heaving and swaying, her passion consumed in the skin-to-skin friction and her face flushed with the warm, comforting glow of deep satisfaction and fatigue.
But, above her, on and on he pounded. He couldn't get enough of her as his hands dug cruelly into the softness of her rounded buttocks, and he could feel his iron-hard prick swell and tremble inside her moist, warm sheath. His urge was destructive as he thrust deeper and deeper into her, wanting to consume her, feeling powerful as he arched his hips at her upturned thighs in an effort to force his cock farther and farther into her soft, syrupy cunt. She gasped for air.
Her face was contorted in a passion as her nails dug cruelly into his back and spine and her full, luscious tits splayed out under his weight, imprinting her hardened nipples into his chest. Her body heaved and wiggled in great choking cries as her thighs trembled and shivered in her abandoned passion and he drove in long, hard, steady strokes deep into her moist, throbbing pussy.
"AARRGGGH!" he moaned as his cock thickened and slackened as he stayed buried inside her, filling her almost to the bursting point with his hot, liquid sperm.
"Yes ... oh, yes!" she whimpered, feeling him come and jerk like a slippery eel deep inside her velvet sheath. She raised her hips to receive every ounce of his load.
His orgasm seemed to splinter his rigid meat and he choked and gasped as he emptied himself deep into her waiting hole, satiating him, relieving him, calming him with each violent contraction. It seemed to be taking the very life from his body, leaving him weak and vulnerable, but she, too, had collapsed in an exhausted heap, her legs falling down limply, widespread, on either side of his heaving hips and buttocks.
His breathing gradually began to regulate as he felt his once hard cock slip reluctantly from inside her cunt and fall limply on the bed covers.
"Thank God. Ohhh, thank God." Wiley swiveled his head. Hope was awake. She was sitting on the bed, staring at them. "Thank God it wasn't me you did that to. You would have killed me. I'm so afraid, I ... oh, thank God!"
"I still might," Wiley said quietly.
"NO!"
"We're going to Cody's now, but we'll be back. And when we come back, it's going to be hard on Celeste. I'd advise you to leave Celeste, Hope."
"No. I couldn't!"
"I'd advise you to pack and leave her for good." For emphasis, he moved to her and fell between her thighs, pressing his cock hard into her thighs.
"Yes, yes, I'll leave her."
"Now?"
"Now!"
Hope was packing as Wiley and Holly left the apartment.
CHAPTER NINE
Cody met them in the foyer of the big house. He eyed Wiley warily as Holly introduced them. It was in Wiley's eyes and in the crease of his smile. He knew. And Cody knew that he knew.
He drew Holly to the side. "You stupid cunt. Why did you bring him here?"
Holly quickly ticked off the things that Wiley had instructed her to say. "It wouldn't have done any good not to, Cody. The bastard knows everything."
"About Emilio, too?"
"Yeah. Celeste told him everything when he threatened to fuck her."
"I see." Cody bit down so hard on his cigar, it threatened to snap between his teeth. "I think we'll have to teach little Celeste a lesson."
Holly shivered. She knew what Cody was capable of. "He nailed me for twenty grand. I paid it gladly."
"I see. I'll have a little talk with him. Find Emilio. Tell him to get dressed and get up to my office wing."
She nodded and moved away. Cody crossed to the bar where Wiley stood surveying the room full of naked, fucking bodies.
"You've got quite a set-up here, Ferrain."
"It amuses me, Mr ... ?"
"Wiley."
"Do you have a last name?"
"Of course."
"Are you a cop?"
"No."
"How much do you know?"
"Everything," Wiley said, finishing his drink. You want a run down right here?"
"Of course not." The man was too cool, too sharp. Cody knew there was only one way to handle him-give in. "I have an office in another wing of the house. Come along."
The office was plush in furniture and tacky in wallpaper-red, early Victorian whorehouse. It said a lot about Cody.
Emilio was waiting for them. He was everything Holly had said he was-half-boy, half-ape, with the vacant eyes of the near-moron. Wiley listened in silence as Cody told him the whole story.
Emilio kept glancing at Wiley as if he'd like to get his hands around his throat. Wiley smiled back, asking him with his eyes to try it.
"So you see, Emilio," Cody said, getting to the point. "I think we have to teach Celeste a little lesson. You've always wanted to fuck Celeste, haven't you, Emilio?"
"Yeah! Shit, yeah!"
"Leave now, Emilio. Do you think you can handle her by yourself?"
"Shit, yeah! Can I poke her in the ass?"
"Of course, Emilio. But make sure you rip her cunt up good first."
"Don't you wanna come watch, like always?"
"Not this time. But when you finish, come right back here and tell me all about it. Okay?"
"Yeah, sure, Cody. Goddam, I'll make her scream like shit!"
He was out the door, and then Cody turned. "All right, now I suppose we have some business to discuss."
"Will he kill her?"
"She'll probably wish he had," Cody said. "But, no, he won't kill her. Emilio's violent, but he'd be too afraid to go that far." Cody's eyes narrowed. The tiny smile faded from his thin lips. "How much?"
"Twenty thou, cash."
"I have ten in a wall safe. Over there. That's it."
"Get the rest!"
"How do I know you'll keep your mouth shut?"
"You don't, but I will. You get the money and I'll give you the proof that I'll never bother you again."
"It will take some phone calls. Go downstairs and amuse yourself. It will take about an hour."
Wiley headed downstairs to the bar. Once again he was amazed by the scene. He had never seen anything like it. Couples making love on the floor, on sofas and even on chairs. Some people were born contortionists.
There was nudity everywhere. Nudity and sex. Different combinations. Men and women; men and men; women and men; women and women. He sidestepped crawling naked bodies, circled joined couples, until he came to the liquor.
At the bar Wiley ordered a drink.
"You ain't never been here before, have ya?"
"Does it show?"
"Yeah, two ways. You're dressed ... and the look on your face."
"I like privacy."
"There's bedrooms on the second floor for that."
"Good," Wiley said. "You got some paper and a pen back there?"
"Sure."
Wiley took the writing materials and moved away from the bar.
A young redhead with huge tits stopped him-stopped him by planting her naked body in front of him. "Where ya'll goin', handsome?" she wanted to know. She was slightly drunk.
"I'm going to find a quiet room somewhere and jack off."
She giggled. "Jeez. Whatta you, some kinda weirdo?"
"Yeah. I'm a pervert." He tried to step around her.
She shoved her tits and her bare cunt against him. "I like perverts. My husband's one. He likes to watch me fuck other guys."
"That's nice. Excuse me."
"Ah, come on, handsome. Just one quickie little fuck?"
Wiley looked down at her breasts. They were amazing. They were huge, compared to her lithe body, huge and pointed. Even more amazing was that even with the tremendous weight, they didn't sag. The crease beneath them was barely discernable. His eyes fell farther down. Her bush was very heavy and very curly.
"Like?"
"Yeah."
"I'm a hell of a fuck and I do anything."
What the hell, Wiley thought, he had an hour and it would only take a few minutes to write the letter.
"Okay," he said, "but no husband."
"That's cool," she replied, groping for his hardening cock. "Owwww, nice. Fuck my husband! I know where there's an empty room. C'mon! My name's Lucille Carver, what's yours?"
"Wiley."
"I'm gonna fuck your brains out, Wiley!"
"Get out, Emilio! Get the fuck out of here!"
"No, baby, Cody says I get to plug you and that's just what the fuck I'm gonna do!"
Her back was against her vanity dresser. She filled her hands with bottles and threw them. They bounced off his grinning face, his barrel chest and his massive shoulders. But they didn't stop his advance. He plodded toward her, leaving clothes in his wake. Then he was nude and the huge, fist sized head of his cock was rubbing cum against her dress.
"EMILIO!"
"Gonna ram this up your fucking cunt, Celeste!"
Celeste was rigid with fear. Everything had happened too fast. Why had Hope left? The note said that she was never coming back. Now Emilio had trapped her in her own bedroom.
"Why don't ya jes strip down an' take it, Celeste? You'll like it once it gets inside ya."
"Get away from me, you fucking animal!"
He cackled. "Yeah, that's me. I'm a fucking animal, an' I'm gonna pound a nice big cum outta your cunt."
Celeste made claws out of her fingers and reached for his cock. He easily slapped her hands away, and a balled fist smashed into the center of her face. She heard bones crack and looked down to see blood running all over her breasts where they bulged above her bra cups.
"You broke my nose!"
"Yeah," he cackled again, "I busted your fucking nose. Now cooperate."
"Fuck you!"
His hands spun her around like a toy. Celeste groaned and tried to catch herself when she was shoved from behind. She flailed at the air as she fell. And then she was sprawling on the mattress.
"What the hell is a little cock, Celeste?" he grunted in her ear. "Play the game and you won't get hurt."
"No!" She tried to roll away from him. An open hand came down hard across her cheek. She gasped and started sobbing.
He grabbed her left ankle and knelt on her right wrist. His hands ripped her panties in half. As he dragged them down over the curve of her ass cheeks and across her thighs, his nails dug roughly into her skin. Her dress came with them.
She tried to press her thighs together. Tried to get her legs under her. Tried to twist away from his grasp.
A hand fumbled at her hips. She had to clench her teeth. The hand scratched her pubic hair and she had a sudden insane reaction as if she were about to burst into uncontrollable laughter.
But there was nothing to laugh about. Emilio was going to rupture her cunt with his log and there was nothing she could do about it.
His hands were heavy and sweaty on her back as he seized the bra straps. She winced as he tugged. It cut into the soft, throbbing tits it still partially covered. She heard the dick, felt him stretching the strap away from her back. He released the broken strap.
"Turn over."
Rough hands gripped her. She moaned as he flopped her onto her back. Her bra was yanked the rest of the way from her body. Her breasts flopped completely free. They quivered and rippled, trembling at the sudden chill on their warm undersides.
There was silence as Emilio stared down at her, lying naked, vulnerable, beneath him. His eyes roamed hungrily over the swells and valleys of her beautiful body.
"Nice. Real fucking nice."
"Emilio, let me blow you," she gasped through the blood running into her mouth. "I'll blow you real good."
"Don't want no blow. Want some a this big hot cunt!" He grabbed and ripped a handful of pubic fur from her groin.
Celeste screamed, but she knew that the pain was just starting.
"Christ, those big tits of yours make me hungry."
She watched his face come down. It blurred. There was only an image. She felt the warmth of his body over hers. Then there was the wet smoothness of his tongue, licking and probing at one of her nipples. And then there was his teeth and more pain.
He mashed the head of his giant cock against her cuntal lips.
For just a moment he thought he felt a flicker of desire in her, a slight arching of the back, a tiny forward thrust of her tit. But it was quickly extinguished.
He raised up. "I'm gonna fuck you now."
"And I'm going to fight like hell! If you make me blow you, I'll bite your cock off. If you forget and spread your legs a little, I'll mash your balls clear up into your belly, and if I get the chance when you're off-guard, I'll tear your fucking eyes out!" She was panting heavily, her big, luscious tits jiggling with each heaving breath. "And if you try to put that thing in me, I'll kill you!"
Emilio lifted his body above her and looked down at her. He feasted his eyes on the smoothness of her skin and the curls that covered the pink slit between her thighs. Her legs were spread wide and he could see the juices from her cunt running in glistening streams down into the dark crease between her buttocks.
He grasped the throbbing shaft of his cock and rammed forward.
Celeste screamed as he ripped her cunt open with his horsecock. He didn't pause to let her adjust. He just fucked and punished her body. Again and again he drove his giant prick into her bowels.
The pain was like a rocket blast clear through her body.
Her brain fought it by passing out.
Even in unconsciousness, she felt the burning gush of his release as he shot his load up into her.
By the time she came back from the dead, he was lying beside her, panting. "Good pussy. Good tight pussy," he said. "Gonna rest and then plug your asshole, Celeste."
She opened her eyes and looked up at the mirror over the bed; the mirror that she and Hope had made love under so many wonderful times.
It was hard to make her mind work. Her eyes looked catatonic. There was no life left in them.
But she could see. She was a mess. Her hair was caked with sperm, and more of it covered her face from her nose to her cheek.
Then her eyes focused. "Oh, my God." She almost retched.
Her legs were pulled too far apart and one was at a crazy angle. She tried to move and the pain blinded her for a moment.
Jesus, she thought, he couldn't have done all that with just his cock. He must have shoved everything in the room up me.
Her eyes strayed to his reflection in the mirror. His cock was like a long, thick coil of rope where it drooped from his huge sac.
She could hear him snoring.
It was a painful crawl into the kitchen. But she made it. Coming back was worse. She blacked out several times. But Emilio was still snoring when she crawled up between his spread legs and wound one hand around his balls-and cock.
Her other hand was calm and steady as she took the sharp knife from between her teeth.
The way Lucille Carver attacked him the second they got to the bedroom, Wiley was sure she fully intended to carry out her threat to fuck his brains out.
He closed the door behind them and turned to find her naked body at his side. The swell of his cock through the material of his pants was pressed against the back of her hand. She squirmed a little as his hands worked along her belly just above the thumping triangle of her seeping cunt.
The fingers roamed softly and smoothly over her rippling, lightly undulating hips, making them bounce from the sensation of his hot, roaming hands.
His cock, against the back of her hand, was throbbing a little more now and straightening out. He looked down at her, watching her eyes to see if there wag any reaction besides pure lust.
There wasn't.
"We just gonna play, handsome? ... or we gonna fuck?"
Suddenly, without warning, he slid his hand up between her legs until his probing fingers found the pulpy lips of her pussy. Then he shoved two of his thick, hard fingers up between the lips of her cunt.
Lucille's legs flew clear apart and she hunched her cunt up over the fingers. She moaned out the lust of her feelings and he pressed harder with his digits into her cuntal flesh.
"Oh, shit ... oh, oh, oh," the redhead groaned as his fingers found their mark.
"That answer you?"
"Yeah, lover. It sure the fuck does."
She could take the teasing no longer. She tore and ripped at his fly until she had it open. She plunged her hand inside, his pants. He wore no underwear. She found his cock at once and brought it out into the open.
"Oh, my God," she gasped. "It's as big as you are! Beautiful!"
He said nothing but added a third finger to the two already in her pussy and then started finger-fucking her even harder.
His big cock was twitching and jumping in her hands. She took his jerking meat between both her hands and slowly slid the sensitive foreskin back and forth over the bulbous head with awe.
With his free hand, Wiley continued to rub the redhead's passion-ridden body, stimulating it more with every touch. Her soft flesh was tingling and shaking with desire for what she held in her hands.
She looked up at him with pleasure and satisfaction on her face and took a firmer hold on his huge cock. She teased and tickled the hot, rubbery head and watched as a droplet of white cum oozed from the winking tip.
He thrust his hand farther up her cunt and moved his fingers around and around the soft inner walls of her hole.
Lucille moaned loudly and her whole body shook and jerked as she felt the pleasure of his hand sliding back and forth in her hole and against her hardened clit.
She bent her head slowly around and almost without knowing it took his jerking cock into her moist mouth and started sucking the head of it.
The rich, masculine odor that rose from his prick and the balls between her fingers filled her nostrils and excited her body. She trembled and shook violently from the ecstasy and excitement she felt as her head spun slightly from the smell of his hot, moving body.
Her loving, moist lips slid farther down onto his cock, an inch at a time, as the bittersweet taste of his cam filled her mouth just as the odor had already filled her nostrils.
Wiley bucked his huge prick to her, and shoved it farther into her anxiously sucking mouth.
"I thought you said you wanted to fuck."
"Goddam," she breathed, lifting her face from the end of his throbbing dick. "My fucking pervert husband is never gonna forgive me for not letting him watch this hunk pound my pussy!"
Wiley stripped. "You can tell him all about it in detail."
She took two long hops and sprawled across the bed, with her legs, her arms and her cunt wide open for him. "C'mon, bore that big fucking tool into my pussy well!"
He fell across her, his hands groping for her mammoth tits. Her body bucked and thrashed beneath him.
Then she felt his prick between her thighs. The huge head was bouncing from leg to leg, moving steadily upward to her seething, cock-hungry pussy.
"I want it!" she shrieked. "Oh, shit how I want it!"
But her next thought was, Jesus, can I take it?
She soon found out that his fingers had done the job of preparing her only too well. She was more than ready to accept the full brunt of his enormous cock in her lust swollen cant hole.
Wiley pumped his body up and down on top of her; wildly dry-fucking her.
Finally he raised his prick a little higher than before. As he shoved his muscular thighs down to meet hers on the next plunge, his big, throbbing cock thrust itself into the hot, steaming lips of her waiting pussy.
"YES! OH, SHIT YES!" she cried.
He pounded wildly and furiously into her bucking hole. Her panting and moaning became louder and louder as the pressure of his thrusts increased and became, more rapids
He was moaning and panting, too, a little lower and softer than the redhead, but just as passionately. The steady pounding of their flesh as their two hot bodies slid back and forth against each other filled the bedroom with the sounds of sex.
The pounding of their pent-up desire was pressing relentlessly on their bodies and minds. She could feel an orgasm already building in her ruptured, fevered pussy as he thrust and pounded his huge cock again and again, deeper and deeper, into the hot folds of her juicing cunt.
His deep, growling sighs and moans were the only things she could hear. They mixed with her own excited grunts and whines of pleasure and passion.
Suddenly they both began to shake violently.
"I'm there!" she shrieked. "I'm gonna come, baby! Oh, shit, how I'm gonna BLOW!"
Their bodies broke out in a cold, clinging sweat as the hot, exciting sound of flesh pounding against flesh echoed off the walls.
Lucille bucked her hips frantically and thrust her head back onto the bed as far as she could shove it to give her more leverage to thrust her cunt up to meet the charge of his cock.
The frenzied pair lunged their bodies against each other again and again, wildly, lustfully, with all the force they could find.
With the greatest of all thrusts of his cock and the forceful return of her quivering cunt, the two of them came at the same time.
His steaming jism rocketed to the depths of her pussy and mingled with her honeyed cream. She was filled to overflowing, and trickles of their mixed juices ran back out of her spasming hole and dribbled over their inner thighs and puddled beneath them on the bed. His cock twitched and jerked deep inside her velvet channel until finally his aching balls were drained dry. The strong inner muscles of her cunt continued to squeeze and milk his prick, contracting and relaxing around it until it finally slipped, satiated and limp, from her hole.
Wiley slipped from the bed. Lucille, dreamily, through half-closed eyes, watched as he gathered his clothes back in shape and dressed.
"Wow. How long does it take for you to get it up again? I'd like some more of that!"
"I have a letter to write ... in private."
"I'll just hang around, lover. In case you get the urge." His eyes were coals of ice when he turned them on her.
"Get the fuck out!"
CHAPTER TEN
Holly was in the office sipping a drink when Wiley returned. Cody sat behind the huge desk, smoking and waiting. He looked like a miniature executive who, if he sat there long enough, might grow into a full sized one.
There was a briefcase open in front of him, full of neatly stacked bills.
"Is that it?"
"That's it," Cody said, sighing.
Wiley pulled the briefcase to his side of the desk, dumped it out, and began methodically counting the bills back into it.
"Good God, man, you're going to count it?"
"You bet your ass, Cody."
Behind him, Holly giggled.
At last all the bills were back in the case. Wiley buckled it up and smiled down at the little man. "All there, Cody. Right to the penny. I like doing business with an honest man."
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"What's that?"
"There was some mention of proof," Cody said. 'Proof that you would keep your mouth shut."
"Oh, yes," Wiley said, moving around the desk. He sat on the side, three-quarter facing Cody in the chair. "I'll explain that.
Cody leaned against the high-backed chair. He laced his fingers in front of his face and peered at Wiley above them through slitted eyes. "I'll be glad to hear it."
"I figured you would. You see, Cody, since you engineered the rape-and it is a crime-you're certainly not going to run to the police and tell them what you did, are you?"
"I'd say that's a pretty safe assumption. Get to the point!"
"Well, the same goes for me, Cody. If I commit an assault on someone, I'm certainly going to keep quiet about it. Needless to say, that money sitting there is extortion. I'm not about to broadcast that either."
Cody's eyes had grown wide with fear. He got Wiley's point all too well. He jumped from the chair in an attempt to get around Wiley and reach the door.
His timing was lousy and his move was stupid. He jumped right into Wiley's big balled fist. It made a splatting sound in the middle of his forehead, but didn't put him out. Gamely, he rocked away from the wall in another attempt to escape.
Wiley buried his fist, wrist deep, in the little man's belly. Air left Cody's body in a whooshing sound as he staggered to the center of the room with his arms around his middle.
Wiley caught him there. He calmly disengaged Cody's hands and arms, and hit him in the same place again. Cody retched, fouling himself, as he fell to the carpet gasping for life-giving air.
Holly, her voice calm, spoke from behind him.
"Are you going to kill him?"
"No." He looked down at Cody's gasping figure. Then he leaned over and unbuckled the man's belt. He pulled trousers and shorts off with one yank.
Holly giggled. "No wonder the little bastard wouldn't ever have sex with anybody. Jeez, look at his cock! It isn't as big as my little finger! Jeez, no wonder."
"Yeah, no wonder." Wiley flipped Cody over and carefully spread his legs wide.
There was another, deeper gasp behind him. "Christ, Wiley, no! Don't do that! You can't do that.., not to any man!"
But Wiley did it.
He raised his foot, aimed the heel directly at Cody's balls, and brought it down with a resounding crunch. Cody screamed. Wiley did it twice more for good measure.
Cody only screamed once more. By the third stomp of Wiley's foot, he had passed out.
Wiley turned. Holly's eyes were vacant. She had spilled her drink down the front of her dress and her hands were still trembling. Suddenly her face went chalk white and she clutched her stomach.
Wiley calmly picked up a waste basket and held it in front of her. When she was through he dropped the wastebasket and pulled the briefcase from the desk.
"C'mon, let's go."
Wiley gave the cab driver Holly's address and settled back.
She sat stiff as a board beside him, staring straight ahead, her mouth slightly open. It was several blocks before she spoke. "What are you going to do to me?"
"You mean, what else?"
"Yes."
"Nothing. I've already done it. You'll do the rest yourself."
They rode several more blocks before she spoke again. "You probably think you're a hero, don't you?"
"No," he sighed, "I think I'm very tired."
"Yeah, me, too." She paused and turned to him. "I don't know whether you believe it or not, but I do feel remorse. I feel sorry for the first time in my life."
"Good." He didn't look at her. "Then maybe you'll try to get your life in order."
"Maybe."
The cab pulled to a stop in front of her apartment house. She opened the door and turned to face him. "Aren't you afraid that one of us will talk, or maybe hire someone to come after you?"
"No." His smile was calm, the most serene she had seen him wear since the first time she had met him. "You see, Holly, you don't even know who I am."
She nodded. "Wanna come up? ... one last time?"
"Holly."
"Yeah?"
"Get the fuck out!"
He had the cabbie stop on a corner, a block from the apartment house. Inside the bar, he got a beer and headed to the back and a quiet phone booth.
"Mark?"
"Yeah. Wiley?"
"Yeah. How's Sis?"
"Better. Much better. You?"
"Tired. Disgusted. Drained."
"I set that twenty grand up in a silent trust for Ginny. It's going to give her the best of care. The kind of care that a couple of struggling young attorneys could never give her."
"Good. I've got twenty more to add to it, in cash. I'll drop by your place in the morning on the way to the airport."
"Jesus. You really nailed 'em."
"Yeah, I really did. All four of 'em."
"There were four?"
"Four," Wiley said, suddenly wanting to get off the phone.
"Want to tell me who? ... besides the Carpenter dame?"
"You don't want to know, Mark."
"Okay. How'd you handle it?"
"Believe me, you don't want to know that either."
"See you in the morning."
"Yeah."
Wiley flipped the cradle a few times, then dialed again. When the operator came on, he gave her the New York number and his credit card number.
"Hello?"
"Jennie ... it's me."
"Who's me?"
"The love of your life, Wiley Morrison. I'm coming home. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."
"You won't see me, baby. I'm on the Red Baron tonight for Frankfurt. There I meet a sheik and on to Gstaad for some skiing and screwing."
"Is that how it is?"
"That's how it is. I met me a man with some fire, some guts. Everything you're not. Bye."
The line went dead.
He left the booth and went back out on the street. In front of the mail box he reread the letter to Judge Jonathan Carpenter. Satisfied that it told her father everything, he sealed it, touched it to his lips and, with a wide grin, dropped it in the box.
In his room, he removed his shirt and opened the windows wide. It was hot. He wondered why the room didn't come with a fan. Then he remembered the one in the Fine apartment. It was ineffectual. It went around and around, but didn't do any good.
Wiley started to think that he was something like that fan. He was going around and around and wasn't doing any good.
The door opened behind him and he turned. It was Laura Fine.
She had on the usual braless halter and shorts. It was like a uniform, for mother and daughter alike.
"Hi. Can I come in?"
"You're in."
She joined him at the window. Her arm went around his waist and the rounded side of one heavy breast pressed against his bicep. "It's hot."
"Too hot. I'm surprised you don't put in air-conditioning."
She looked at him. "Who's gonna pay for it? I'd have to raise the rent almost double. The renters wouldn't stand for it."
They saw Trina crossing the street. She was in shorts and a T-shirt. No bra. Two men going by admired her shape openly.
Laura sighed. "I hope she gets married some day and gets settled down. She's too wild for her own good."
"She'll be all right."
Laura put her hand on his bare chest. Her fingers traced crazy patterns on his skin. "I like you. I thought about you after you left this afternoon and I thought about what we were going to do. I got so excited I had to ..." She blushed. "You know."
"No," he said. "I don't know."
"I took care of myself." She saw him grinning and slapped his face playfully. "It's awful when there isn't a man handy."
"I can imagine."
"You see what you do to me?" She ran her forefinger across his nipple. She put her face close to his chest and closed her mouth over the nipple. Her teeth worried the red tip, bruising the skin. She heard him groan and knew he liked what she was doing. She reached down and put her hand on his cock and rubbed vigorously. She felt no response.
"No good, huh?"
"It's good," he replied, with a sigh. "But there's no future in it."
She nodded. "You'll be leaving in the morning?"
"Yeah."
She moved to the door. "I'll miss you. I mean I really will."
"I'll miss you, too, Laura. I mean it."
She opened the door and turned back toward him. "I'll send Trina up."
Wiley nodded and she was gone.
He stripped down to his shorts and threw his bag on the dresser. It didn't take long to pack it. By the time he finished, Trina walked into the room.
She spotted the bag. "You're leaving."
"In the morning."
She moved to him, tugging at the T-shirt. By the time she reached him she was naked to the waist. "Want a going away present?"
Wiley raised his hands. They came into contact with her breasts and her breathing became heavy. His fingers molded the big globes, the thumbs caressing the large pink nipples. Then, in a burst of passion, she threw her arms around his waist and hugged her body to his. Her breasts were hot pokers against his chest. They kissed wildly, passionately.
They finally broke apart and she went to the bed. He pulled down the window shade and took off his underwear. Naked, he climbed into bed after her. They lay side by side, both of them naked except for her shorts. They kissed lightly and then she pushed him flat on his back and kissed his chest, her teeth hurting the nipples.
She drew her head down to his belly, kissed his naval and the skin around it. She went farther down, her mouth wet and hot, teasing him with her tongue. When he was groaning, she laughed and pulled down her shorts. She sat on his chest, her thighs wide apart, her hands holding his ears. Her body inched forward and she told him what she wanted.
Wiley lifted his head just a bit and his mouth came into hot contact with her cunt. He did what she wanted.
She moaned passionately. Her body shook with convulsions. Her big tits swayed on her chest. She closed her eyes and savored each thrilling second. The shocks raced through her body, one after another. She shuddered and she reached one peak after another.
Then he rolled her over to her side and kissed her again, gently at first, and then with hunger. His hands groped, then cupped her breasts as his body trembled with need and eagerness. Her mouth was warm and yielding as was her body. Desire flooded through him like a surging river.
"Give it to me," she breathed. "Make love to me ... don't just fuck me! Make love to me!"
He looked down at her, lust swelling his pride, his mind, and his cock. She lay on her back, her breasts still firm and upright even though they were huge and she was relaxed.
God, she was beautiful, he thought. He could hardly believe it.
He ran his hands up the inside of her thighs. Her knees opened and spread in perfect time with his movement. He placed one hand on her breast and the other by her side for balance, and moved his body between her outstretched legs.
He could clearly see the opened pink lips of her moist pussy. Grabbing his swollen dick, he moved the throbbing head up and down in her seeping crevice. The wetter he got his cockhead, the hotter her cunt became.
He had a magnificent hard-on and he could Bee her clitoris enlarging and throbbing with each stroke of his bulbous cockhead.
Easily he pushed his smoldering prick between her cuntal lips. The penetration was as smooth as he had hoped it would be. He had creamed her opening so well that she had barely shuddered when he poured the full length of his hard meat up her cuntal channel.
He made several gentle lunges into her, but her moving hips, combined with her imploring voice, quickly caused him to progress from the gentle lover to the impassioned fucker.
It only took a few strokes of his cock to realize that he was on the verge of one of the greatest fucks of his life.
He fucked into her pussy as far as the long length of his cock would take him. Her cunt responded, writhing and twisting in slow, controlled movements over the long, impaling pole of his cock.
He teasingly circled the plunging hardness of his prick as it thrust deeply into her vagina. With his other hand he found the hard, pulsating bud of her desire-swollen clitoris. Pinching it softly, he teased it back and forth. He fucked into her like a slave trying to please his mistress as he felt her cunt opening up to him as fully as it would, as if she wanted to take all of him up inside of her, to smother and drown- him in the wetness of her womb.
Then he knew she was ready to come. He increased the velocity of his strokes into her cunt, fucking wildly between her open thighs and worming his fingers farther and farther into the hotly clutching depths.
Her straining legs climbed higher on his back and she unconsciously spread them wider and used the muscles of her inner thighs to pull him into her pussy more deeply. The room was filled with grunts and cries, plus the erotic sound of naked flesh smacking against naked flesh created each time his pile-driving loins crashed brutally into her hungrily sucking pussy.
She seemed to have become another woman, a different person entirely. Her face was wildly contorted with her approaching orgasm, her tongue swirling crazily into his mouth. Her breasts seemed to grow in size as the rock-hard nipples bored into his chest like bullets.
"Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh!" she whimpered as her moment of ecstasy drew near and he felt her cunt begin to contract and expand fiercely around his plunging rod. He quickened the stroke again, wanting to make this a come that she would remember all her life.
Then he felt her body lurch momentarily out of control, the muscles in her pussy clawing and sucking at his pistoning cock as if she wanted to crush it. She was panting like a runner at the end of a long race and suddenly he knew that the end was in sight for him, too.
They came together and it seemed for an instant as if they were both owners of the same body. She could not for that moment distinguish exactly where his cock ended and her cunt began.
A deep searing sensation built up in her stomach and raced upward into her crazily swaying tits as she felt his testicles explode and begin to jerk in the wide-split crevice of her buttocks. His pent-up sperm flooded hotly into her womb, touching and filling her in places up inside her thirsty belly that she never dreamed could ever be reached.
A low, pagan-like groan escaped his lips as she creamed out her fulfillment and the two of them ground their bodies nakedly against each other.
The spasms passed slowly and lasted a long time, as he finally emptied the last of his cum into her. Neither moved as her cum-filled pussy slowly relaxed and throbbed to a squeezing tightness around his deflating cock.
"God, that was good. Soooo good." she sighed. "You don't know how I'm going to miss you, Wiley."
He rolled her to the side and nestled between her thighs, keeping his cock in her cunt. Her face was still elfin and childlike, full of wide eyes and freckles. The face didn't go with the body.
He thought of the little whore, Edie, and knew that soon this face would look like hers.
"I'll miss you too, Trina. A lot."
She squeezed her talented cuntal muscles over his cock. "Will you miss me ... or this?" She giggled and squeezed again.
"It's a toss-up."
"I love you, Wiley. Do you love me?"
"Think you ever could?"
"I don't know."
"Where do you go-in the morning?"
"New York."
"Everything you had to do here is done then?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "All done."
"I'll bet I could learn to love New York. I only have three sets of halters and shorts and one bra and some panties."
"So?"
"So they won't take up much room in your bag."
"Don't bother."
Her face fell. Tears squeezed from the corners of her eyes. He pulled her harder against him and cradled her head against his shoulder.
"Don't bother, because I'll buy you a dress on the way to the airport."
