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.