Jason Canum - The starlet_s sucking lips

But then, just a few seconds later, she felt his incredible lust begin to wane, and he fell breathless and totally spent onto her satiated form.

"Now that's what I call a fuck," he gasped.

"I have to hand it to you, Reynolds, you have great taste in women." George Steinburg was freshening their drinks again, and eyeing the naked bodies of Kit and Sandra on the sun deck. "That Kit is quite a looker."

"Thank you, sir. I quite agree with you," Michael replied, following his gaze.

"Can she act?" George asked.

Michael paused, looking at him over the rim of his glass. "Does it matter?" he replied.

George looked sharply at him for minute, then a wide grin creased his face. "You know me too damn well," he laughed. George Steinburg had a reputation in the industry of choosing leading ladies who were long on tits and short on talent. "Is there anything serious between you two?"

"I'm having fling with her, but I'm getting a little worried," Michael answered nervously. "She's beginning to show those signs of ownership… little sidelong hints about our 'future'."

"Guess you're just irresistible," George cracked. "One taste of that big dick of yours and they hear wedding bells."

Michael stared angrily at his friend and then laughed. It was good to have George around. The older man had shown Michael the ropes when he had first come to Hollywood, and the two of them had become fast friends. Even now he was being the voice of common sense. Still, Michael was concerned about Kit's obvious feelings for him, and had no idea what to do about it.

"I almost feel like I'd want her to fuck somebody else," he continued. "just to get her off my hands. I like her all right, but I'm far from being ready to settle down to one chick."

"Well, if I can be of any service, just ring," George answered. "I wouldn't mind trying her on for size."

"You're welcome to try," Michael answered.

"It might work out pretty good for both of us," George said, warming to his subject. "I know you swing with Sandra. What would you say to a little… foursome?"

Michael stared at his friend directly, a broad smile across his tanned face. "Now you're talking!"

"Let's try it," George said. "I mean, we'll get the girls in my stateroom, have a few more drinks. Maybe Sandra will have some grass left… she always seems to have a supply stashed somewhere. Anything could happen.

They planned their strategy. George would invite Sandra to come to his stateroom for a drink before dinner, and then Michael and Kit would walk in, as if unexpected. They would be invited for a drink and then they would see what developed.

Thirty minutes later, with Kit on his arm, Michael rapped on the door to George's stateroom and quickly entered. George and Sandra were sitting on the bed, their drinks almost untouched on the bedside table. They were still dressed, but it looked like they were none too happy at being interrupted.

"Well, come on in," George said, taking his arm off Sandra's body. "1 wasn't exactly expecting you, but as long as you're here, we might a well have a drink together."

"Sorry for the interruption," Michael lied. "We were planning on going to a great little restaurant in Avalon for dinner, and thought you might like to join us."

"Sure," George said, "but, let's have another drink first. Okay with you?"

The four of them finished off a pitcher of martinis in less than an hour. Their conversation became friendly and rather animated, and George made things even more romantic by turning on the stereo, giving them a background of soft music, relaxing everyone completely.

Sandra leaned over and whispered something in George's ear and he said, sure, she might as well have a few joints. Everyone was feeling pretty mellow already and there was no reason not to make a real party out of it.

Kit had smoked grass only a few times before, but George was so charming and reassuring that she took the joint immediately and smoked it without hesitation. She was game for anything, and, anyway, it didn't seem like a good idea to begin offending the man who could give her her big break.

Soon the foursome was feeling mellow and happy. The music was getting louder and louder and now they were playing something that would be easy to dance to. George got up and offered his hand to Kit, glad that the girl was being cooperative. She still might fuck things up when it got to the highlight of the evening, but so far, she was being perfect.

Michael reached over and scooped Sandra into his arms, swirling her around the tiny stateroom floor in a rather lousy imitation of Astaire and Ginger Rogers, which ended with everyone giggling hysterically.

"Michael, would you take me to my room for a few minutes?" Sandra asked, totally relaxed and glowing. "George is too lazy to do me any favors, but I've got some pills in my bag that I think you'd all enjoy."

Now Kit was alone with George and she began to suspect that something was going on. Still, she was so high and happy from the liquor and grass that it all seemed all right. Yes, she was with a bunch of sophisticated people and it was no time for her to start acting like a jealous child.

George continued to dance with Kit, holding her closer and closer, giving the girl no chance to collect her thoughts. She was a perfectly dazzling creature and it would be a pleasure to fuck her. All he had to do was take his time and play his cards right and she would be his for the asking.

Michael and Sandra would be back in a few minutes, so George swung into action without hesitation. He complimented Kit on what a beautiful creature she was, comparing her with some of the leading ladies he'd hired far some of his other pictures, hinting that it would be a pleasure to work with Kit, "if things worked out".

"Oh, I'm sure they will," Kit said, immediately sizing up the situation, "if you'll just give me a chance to show you what I can do…"

His lips found hers, they were moist and welcomingly parted. He felt

her tongue gliding effortlessly through his lips, prying, opening, until it found his tongue. Quick, darting movements, thrusts of tongue against tongue, heightened the growing passion in their bodies.

She could not deny that she was attracted to him. He was tall and handsome, and, because he was a little older, there was a suaveness and sophistication about him that excited her. She wanted to fuck him.

She allowed herself to be steered to the bed and, before she knew what was happening, she was naked, stripped to the skin. She closed her eyes and let George take her, forgetting completely about Michael and Sandra. George got out of his clothes quickly and smoothly and then pulled the curtains on the portholes closed, leaving the room bathed in only dusky light. He turned to look at her on the bed.

She was going to be a terrific piece of ass, he told himself, small and delicate, but with a big set of tits and an ass that seemed almost too large for her body.

Kit's head was swimming from all the booze and pot. But, she thought, she would come around all right in just a few minutes, when she felt his big cock sink into her seething cunt.

George went directly to work kissing the girl on her full red lips and working his hands down to her luscious tits. She responded immediately, reaching out for his prick, turned on as if she had taken an aphrodisiac. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to feel his mammoth prick rammed up inside her cunt

splitting her in two.

At that moment, Michael and Sandra sneaked back into the room. They quickly shed their clothes, and, ignoring the other two for the moment, locked into a passionate embrace of their own. Michael was all over Sandra's luscious body, nabbing his rock-hard cock against her tits, rubbing her crotch with the heel of his hand, smothering her parted lips with devouring kisses.