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
