"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!"