Chapter 4
Much later, Samantha woke Dana from a sound sleep.
It was evening of that day. Outside the sun had set, the sky was black and the lights of the city blazed like electric jewels.
The curtains were drawn across the windows of Samantha's apartment, sealing her in so very securely with her new little love toy.
Samantha wrapped herself in an exquisite silver silk robe. It clung to her curves like a constant caress, since the sheer, sleek, sensual silk fabric massaged her skin with a thousand little twinges of pleasure for each little move she made.
Her hair was disarranged, her face bright and shiny. She stood silently at the bedside, staring down at Dana.
Dana lay on her tummy on the mattress, her head turned to the side, her arms up around her head, her face pressing the pillow.
She was nude and a tangle of rumpled sheets and blankets twisted around her middle, covering the midriff area.
Her face was red, warm and flushed with sleep. Her lashes fluttered. Her pink lips were slightly parted.
Samantha tingled all over as she thought of the hours of pleasure she and her latest, luscious teen conquest had savored.
A smile played over Samantha's lips. Tonight, her torrid teen toy would get a real workout! Now it was time to get ready for it.
She sat down on the bed beside Dana. The girl stirred but did not waken. Samantha spoke Dana's name several times, giving the girl's smooth warm shoulder a shake.
It was not surprising that the teen slept so heavily. She must be exhausted from all the sexual demands made on her by Samantha.
She shook Dana more forcefully. "Come on, honey, time to get up."
Dana moaned. Lashes fluttered; her eyes opened. A smile crossed her lips as she saw Samantha, She kissed Samantha's hand which rested on, her shoulder.
Dana stuck out her tongue and suggestively licked and sucked Samantha's fingers.
Samantha finally got the girl out of bed and into the bathroom. Water gushed from the silver fixture, filling the tub.
Presently, Samantha and Dana climbed into the tub, whose warm steamy water was softened and sweetly scented by the powders and potions and lotions which had been added to the bathwater.
It was a massive pink porcelain tub. Samantha sat with her back against the tub and her long legs extended in front of her.
Dana sat with her back to Samantha, sitting on the bath mat between Samantha's long spread legs. The woman and the girl sat in the tub like toboggan riders.
A fine sheen of sweat shone on Samantha's face. Reaching around to the front of Dana, she caressingly washed the girl's breasts.
Dana's nipples stiffened and jutted out of masses of frothy soap lather. Samantha's caressing hands slid and clung over the soap-oiled flesh as she fondled Dana's breasts, heating up the girl.
Samantha took as much time rinsing off the girl. She squeezed the wash cloth over the tops of Dana's creamy pink breasts.
Squeezed from the saturated sponge cloth, water cascaded down on Dana's bosom. Rivulets washed through the masses of frothy, foamy lather which clung to her skin, washing it in streams down the front of her body.
It was even more amusing for Samantha when she washed the girl's rear.
She had Dana rise up in the tub and kneel with her tummy pressing the edge of the tub and her upper body hanging out of the bath.
The girl's lower body was in the tub and her backside, pink and wet and still rosily blushing where Samantha had paddled her earlier today, was turned to Samantha and facing her, while she could hardly see Dana's face from where she was.
Samantha sat forward and soaped up the girl's behind, fondling her mercilessly as she did so, kneading and stroking the buttocks.
After the moons of the bottom cheeks had been thoroughly soaped, Samantha sank her strong fingers into the skin of the girl's buttocks.
She pried open Dana's bottom cheeks, opening the buttocks and stretching them to the sides, exposing the rosebud at the bottom of the cleft.
Samantha held the buttocks spread wide. The little pink rosebud quivered anxiously as it was exposed. Samantha toyed with it.
She soaped up her middle finger and pressed it to the girl's tender rosebud. She slipped the finger in Dana's tight, hot little hole.
Dana gasped and moaned. Samantha slowly and gently slid the finger inside the girl, until it was sheathed up to the knuckle with rectal membranes.
Samantha did not stop there. She had Dana move her knees wider apart on the bottom of the tub, spreading her thighs to expose her pussy.
Her bush was dark with wetness and her pussy lips glowed a warm deep shade of pink, shining under the droplets clinging to them.
Samantha stroked the pussy lips. Dana moaned with wanting as her pussy was fondled. Samantha fingered the quivering pussy lips.
Dana was as wet inside her pussy as she was on the outside. Samantha put her finger inside Dana's pussy.
Now the girl was plugged in both holes, with her anus penetrated by the middle finger of one of Samantha's hands, while her pussy was identically handled.
Moans and sighs issued with more deep, heaving frequency from the girl as Samantha worked her fingers in and out of the holes.
Samantha withdrew her finger from Dana's pussy. Dana sobbed softly from being so deprived, but she was not destined for disappointment.
Samantha almost immediately put her finger on the throbbing button of Dana's clitoris and massaged it while she fucked Dana's ass with her finger.
Dana squirmed on the edge of the tub, her buttocks shining with wetness and shaking as she squirmed under the dual fingering.
Samantha pressed the button of flesh that was the clitoris until Dana came.
When Dana climaxed, Samantha buried her finger deep in the girl's tightly clutching anus and kept it there for the duration of the orgasm.
As Dana came, her pussy heaved, convulsing internally from the climax. Similarly, her rectum contracted, squeezing down on the finger penetrating it.
Presently Samantha withdrew her finger from inside Dana's ass.
She had Dana climb back in the tub and sit down. The girl had gotten so steamed up from the fingering that she had to be washed once more.
This time, as Samantha washed her, she did not fondle the girl into a fresh bout of lust, but single-mindedly cleaned her up.
Dana would have plenty more sex later tonight - maybe more than she could handle!
At roughly the same time, Warren Wilson likewise had his hands - and arms - full.
He was in the bedroom of an apartment on the fourth floor of a building located in a dingy, dangerous part of town.
The room looked more like an hotel room than an apartment. It was minimally furnished and decorated, virtually bare of anything personal.
The paint peeled on the wall, there was little need of shades since the windows were virtually opaque with grime and the walls were cracked and showing the boards underneath the plaster in some parts.
The room was equipped with one scarred dresser, one closet, one portable color TV, a shelf full of bottles of booze, more bottles, empty ones, scattered on the threadbare fraying carpet which covered the floor.
The room was dominated by the big bed. And the room had little need of furnishings other than its greatest attraction - the bosomy blonde lounging on the bed.
Stella.
Warren Wilson had gotten more than good head from Betty Jane. He had gotten the address of Stella, who had shared the limelight in the red-hot video.
Stella was plenty red-hot herself. She lounged indolently on an unmade bed, a beauty who, like the room itself, was a little frayed at the edges.
The big bed was unmade, with rumpled sheets. Stella was propped up by a mass of pillows which cushioned her back.
Her platinum blonde hair was tousled and disarranged. Her heavy-lidded eyes were smoky and watchful as she looked at Warren sitting on a chair at the bedside.
She wore black lace lingerie, a one-piece garment with a plunging neckline which exhibited almost all of her bosom.
Her oversized breasts were fitted into the black lace cups of the garment and the buttons of her nipples were outlined.
The hem of the garment, a hem of ruffled black lace, was bunched up at the tops of her thighs, so that her pussy was almost on display.
On the night table at the bedside was a bottle of booze and an empty, stained glass. Warren Wilson filled that glass and handed it to Stella.
"You tryin' to get me drunk?" she asked suspiciously.
"Maybe."
"Hah! Well, go ahead and try ... mister, I got a hollow leg where this stuff is concerned and I can put it down like water."
Stella demanded, "How come you ain't drinkin'?"
"Just being in your presence is intoxicating enough," he smiled.
"Oh, a sweet talker, huh? Not that that's so bad ... tell me, you do more than just talk?"
"Sometimes. But right now I'd like to talk about the girl."
A smile of lewd remembrance lit up Stella's face. "She sure is some kid, huh? Really something ... a little lady, so sweet and polite and then, when you get her in bed, why, she's a regular hellcat!"
"Yes, she's all of that."
Stella drained half her drink in one gulp. Warren calculated that she probably could put the stuff down all day like water. Stella was one tough babe.
She leaned forward. A strap slipped off her shoulder and fell to the middle of her arm, bringing the rest of the breast cup with it.
He saw the bright shocking-pink circle of her nipple. Stella took her time about covering it back up, making sure that he got a good look.
"How come you're so interested in her, friend? You a cop?" Stella swallowed some more booze and smacked her lips before answering her own question.
"Nah - you ain't no cop. Not with those dreamy brown eyes and that classy way you talk. You're too cute to be a cop."
She held out her nearly empty glass for a refill. Warren Wilson poured. When the glass was filled two-thirds of the way, he started to taper off the flow, but Stella drawled, "I'll say when - keep pouring."
After he refilled her glass and she drank some more, she sat back and studied him. She dipped the tip of her middle finger in the booze and brought it to her mouth. She stuck it in her mouth and licked it clean.
Then she said, "Maybe you like 'em young, huh?"
"Like you do, you mean?"
"That's right!" She barked a laugh, the motion spilling some booze so that it slopped down the side of the glass and spattered on her breasts.
Wet shining spots of wetness shone on the swelling tops of her breasts.
"I guess we're two of a kind," Stella said. "That kid is sure something! I tell you, for a girl with a face like that and a figure like that, the sky's the limit! ... You sure you ain't drinkin'?"
"Positive ... but thanks for the offer."
"What are you lookin' for the kid for? As if I didn't know!"
"I'll level with you," Warren lied. "My brother is the father of the girl."
"Uh-uh."
"No, it's not like that. He knows that there's no way of reining in a little filly like that. He just wants to make sure that she's all right, in good health. He wants to help her out financially if she needs it."
"So - there's some dough in this, huh?" She was greedy.
"Could be."
"If he's so interested, why don't he look for her himself?"
"He's only human. He can't control her, but that doesn't mean he likes the way she lives. It would be a little rough for even the most broad-minded father to go around meeting all the folks who've fucked his darling daughter."
"I get the picture."
"Can you tell me where to find her?"
"No," Stella said. "That is, I don't know where she lives. She's a free spirit, that one, who comes and goes when she pleases ... especially comes. But I can tell you where I last saw her."
"It could be a big help," Warren said.
"Now, what can you do for me?" she asked.
"What have you got in mind?"
They haggled over price, with Stella settling for two hundred. When she had the money in her hand, she was still not satisfied.
She dropped the crumpled green bills carelessly on the top of the night table.
"I never trust a person until I've been to bed with them - and usually not after that, either," Stella said challengingly.
"Is that so?" Warren Wilson was blandly noncommittal.
"You're a kind of good looking guy ... " she leaned back into the pillows.
"Thanks. You're a very attractive female."
"Don't I know it! Hey, do you just have a thing for the young girls - or can you handle a real woman?"
"I can always try," he said.
"Do you eat pussy?"
"It's one of my fondest passions."
"Hey, I love the way you talk, stranger." Stella caressingly pulled up the hem of her slip until it was up at her waist.
She wore no panties. She sat with her strong long legs spread, with her thick black bush and fat fleshy pussy lips lewdly exposed.
She put a hand between her legs and caressed her pussy. Even from where he sat at the bedside, Warren Wilson could smell the scent of female sexuality.
Stella suggested, "Why don't you get naked and get in bed with me?"
"The information?"
"I'll give it to you ... afterwards."
Warren Wilson rose. He took off his jacket, hanging it on a corner of the chair. He took off shirt and slacks and socks and shoes.
His penis stirred in the crotch of his shorts. Stella stared at him with calculating eyes, looking him up and down.
"You got a real nice body, man." She sat up in bed, one breast spilling from the soft cup of her garment and this time she didn't bother to cover it.
Leaning forward, she caressed his flesh, feeling his erection through the fabric off his shorts, kneading and pulling his growing penis.
When he took down his shorts, his member was stiffly swollen. She took hold of it, her red-nailed fingers expertly pulling and pressing it.
"Nice," she murmured.
She let go of his rod so she could pull off her nightie. Her heavy breasts flopped free when the garment was removed.
She lay back in bed with her knees bent and her legs raised and parted, with her fingers sliding over her pussy.
Warren Wilson stepped out of his shorts and climbed on the bed.
Stella stopped stroking her pussy and pointed at it. Warren lay down on his belly and slithered like a snake until he lay between her spread legs.
Pungent musky perfume rose up from her thick-lipped pussy. She had a fattish mound with ripely shaped pussy lips that looked positively succulent.