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?"
"Touche." 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.