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 Holly'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
