Jo Dawg - Lust with a Lady tonight

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.