'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
