Chapter 2

It was three in the morning as I left the Anderson's country estate and headed back towards the city. The traffic was light and I rolled into New York City about an hour and a half later. I have a two bedroom apartment in the Village, where I live alone, and I was looking forward to seeing my water bed.

I pulled my car into a garage where I have a permanent spot and stepped out of it as Wally, the night man, came hurrying out of his tiny office.

"Good evening, Mr. Wilson," Wally said, waddling over to me.

"You mean good morning, Wally," I said, flipping him a half-dollar.

He caught the coin and said, "Yes sir, Mr. Wilson. Good morning!"

I smiled and said, "Take care of my car, Wally."

He nodded and got behind the wheel as I walked out of the garage.

Mr. Wilson! That was me, Jeff Wilson. Twenty-seven years old, six feet tall, dark brown eyes, jet black hair, a ruggedly handsome face, big shoulders, narrow waist, and a big cock!

I pulled out my keys as I walked up to the building where my apartment was. Then I saw that the night doorman was standing by the door. He saw me and opened the door for me.

"Hi, Mr. Wilson," he said, giving me an artificial smile.

I smiled back and headed for the elevator. A minute later I stepped out of the elevator on the tenth floor and walked down the long hall to apartment 10C. I put my key in the door, turned it, and opened the door. I stepped inside my apartment and heard the faint sound of the stereo in my bedroom playing something with drums. Either I had forgotten to turn it off when I left in the morning or I had company. I took off my jacket and hung it inside the hall closet

I walked into my living room which is furnished with black and white modern furniture. I kicked off my loafers before I hit the pure white carpet I have on the floor and then I saw that I did have company.

There was a black sweater on the floor near my glass coffee table and over by the glass doors that led to an outside terrace was a white mini-skirt. Black shoes and pantyhose were near the doorway to my kitchen. I moved out of the living room to the hall that led to my bedroom with a pretty good idea of who I was going to find when I got to the end of the trail of clothes.

On the doorknob of my bedroom I found a big black bra and a pair of bikini panties that were also black. Could there be any doubt as to who was behind that door? I put my hand on the doorknob and turned it, feeling her silky panties against the palm of my hand. The door opened and I stepped into my bedroom.

She was lying on her side in the middle of the cir- cular water bed, reading a magazine. She looked up at me and gave me that million-dollar smile of hers. "Well!" she said, closing the magazine and rolling over on her back to give me a good look at her fantastic body. "I thought you'd never get home!"

I looked at my watch. "It's five to five, Ellen. I know this might seem like a silly question but how in the hell did you get in here?"

She raised up and braced herself with her elbows on the bed pushing her tits out at me. As she did she casually opened her legs and gave me a peek at her cunt which was covered with curly, red pubic hair.

"I used my key, Jeff," she said, raising her hand to brush at the long, red hair that framed the right side of her face.

Her hey?

"What key, Ellen? I don't remember giving you a key!"

She explained. "The last time that I was here I slipped your key off your ring and had a duplicate made while you were sleeping. You were stingy and wouldn't give me one, so ..."

I walked over to the door and pulled her bra and panties off the knob. I tossed them at her and said, "Okay, Ellen, the joke is over. You're going to wherever you go and I'm going to sleep. I'd appreciate it if you'd leave the key you have on the way out. It'll save me the expense of having the lock changed."

The bra was laying across her legs and the panties were hooked on her right foot. She laughed and said, "Millions of men would love to get me on a bed like this in their rooms and you want to kick me out!"

She was right. Millions of men wbuld've sold their mothers to have her in their beds. She was Ellen Har- per, a current sex symbol of the silver screen, who's tits made her the-jerk off favorite of males everywhere. I was one of the few men who knew that she was a Lesbian and a possessive bitch.

I had met her and her current girlfriend at a high-class orgy and the two of them had been up to my apartment on a couple of occasions. Then Ellen had called and asked if she could see me alone. I felt a strong attraction for her and wondered if it could develop into something more so I said yes. We spent a pretty good week together and it might've turned into something if it hadn't of been for her jealousy and possessiveness. When the phone rang she wanted to know who was on the other end of the line after I got done talking, but the blowup came when I found her opening my mail. We hadn't seen each other in over six months.

I said, "Go find one of those millions of men, Ellen, and let me get some sleep. I've had a big night."

She moved across the bed and sat on the edge of it. "I've missed you, Jeff. Have you missed me?"

I began unbuttoning my shirt. "Truthfully, Ellen, I haven't."

"Good old Jeff! Honest and direct," she said, laughing. "Why didn't you return any of my calls? I must've spoken to that girl at your answering service a hundred times!"

"Because it was over, Ellen," I said, putting my shirt on a chair.

She ignored my answer and said, I would've come to see you sooner, darling, but I had to go to Spain for a picture."

I put my pants on top of my shirt and pulled my shorts down. I heard Ellen gasp as my prick came into view, dangling limp between my legs like a tired sausage.

"Damn!" she said, looking at it. "I don't think I'll ever get over the size of that rod of yours! It sends a shiver up my spine just looking at it, soft like that!"

I pulled my socks off. "Speaking of pricks, where's Margo?" I asked, moving to the bed.

Margo was a beautiful, black-haired bitch with a dominant attitude and nasty temper to match. She had been Ellen's love when she met me and she raised a lot of hell when Ellen moved in with me for that almost lovely week.

At the mention of Margo's name, Ellen's face tightened and she said, "Please don't mention that bitch's name. I don't want to hear it!"

I lay down on the bed and felt the water shifting to conform to the outline of my body. I turned on my side and said, "Good night, Ellen. Lock the door on your way out and don't forget to leave that key!"

She moved across the bed making my body sway as the water adjusted to her weight. She lay beside me and said, "Please, Jeff, I need help! I've got to talk to you!"

I opened one of my eyes and looked at her lovely face. "Goddamn it, Ellen, I'm tired! If you need help call your head shrinker or see a priest! I want to get some sleep!"

"Jeff, I want to hire you! I need help and I'm willing to pay almost anything to get it!" she said, putting her soft hand on my hip.

I pushed her hand off my hip and said, "No, Ellen! No! Get another stud, baby! I don't want to get involved with you!"

She sniffled a little and said, "It's ... if s about my daughter! It isn't me!"

Her daughter? I didn't even know that Ellen Harper had a daughter.

"Is it anything that won't keep until one this afternoon?" I asked, sleepily.

"I guess not," she said.

"Fine! Stick around and tell me all about it then," I said, closing my eyes.

"Could I stay in the bed with you, Jeff? I can't stand sleeping alone," she whispered, putting her hand back on my hip.

I didn't answer her and just before I drifted off to sleep I felt her fingers moving down my thigh. Her hand closed around my prick and I was too tired to move it off. What the fuck, I thought, and I was asleep.

Going to sleep was one thing and waking up was something else! I had a throbbing hard-on and the end of my prick had something soft, wet, and clinging on it. I opened my eyes slowly and felt something swirl across my giant cock head. I was lying on my back and I looked up at my mirrored ceiling with sleep-filled eyes. In the mirror I could see myself. My messed up hair, my face, my hairy chest. I rubbed at my eyes and looked further down my body. I saw a redhead moving over my groin. Her hair was fanned out, covering my legs like a soft carpet of silk. My eyes moved down the perfection of her back, down her spine to the swell of her hips. The lush, taut hills of her ass were pressed tightly together and her long, smooth, shapely legs were bent back and up in the air while she licked at my prick.

She looked up at me and said, "Good afternoon, darling!" Her moist, red lips went over the head of my cock and halfway down the shaft of it while her fingers squeezed at my balls.

Her hair fell across half her face as I looked at her. Ellen had a beautiful complexion and her oval face didn't have a flaw on it. Her eyes were big and blue with little specks of gold in them. She used a pale blue eyeshadow on her lids that accentuated her eyes and along with her dark, false eyelashes, gave her eyes an erotic, cat look. She had high cheek bones, a long, delicate nose and a pair of lips that were designed for sucking.

"Good afternoon," I said, watching as she turned her head on the side, held my prick with one hand at the base and her fingertips at the big knob on the other end, and wrapped her lips around the side of it. With her mouth clinging to the side of my prick she moved her lips quickly up and down, ranning the tip of her tongue against my cock skin, while her teeth gently nibbled at me as if she were eating an ear of corn.

I smiled and said, "If you're ever down on your luck, Ellen, you could make, a fortune giving blow jobs to tired business men on their lunch hours."

She laughed and spoke around my cock. "You taught me good, Jeff."

That I did! I spent almost a day giving her a fast course in cocksucking during that week we had spent together. She wanted to know all the things I liked and I had taught her quite a few of them.

I put my hand on her head and said, "Come on, Ellen! Get off and let me go to the bathroom!"

Her tongue flicked at the underside of my cockhead right at the most sensitive spot on my prick. "Don't you want to come?" she asked between flicks.

"No! I want to take a piss, sweetheart, and then a nice shower," I said, pulling my prick away from her mouth. "Then I'm going to have some coffee and try to figure out how to get rid of you."

I rolled off the bed and walked toward my bathroom. She said, "I'll make the coffee. Would you like anything with it?'

"Scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast!" I called.

My hard-on died as I stepped into the shower and turned the cold water on. I let it cool me off and then I gradually made the water hotter as I soaped the traces of the Anderson's mini-orgy off my body. I stayed under the water for a good twenty minutes and when I came walking into the bedroom the coffee and food were waiting for me.

"Service with a smile!" she said, pouring me a cup of coffee.

I picked the plate of bacon and eggs up. "Tell me all about the daughter I didn't know you had," I said as I began eating.

Ellen took a deep breath and said, "Her name is Carol and she's twenty years old."

Twenty? "Which would make you eight years old when you had her," I said. Ellen had told me that she was twenty-eight years old.

"I'm thirty-six, Jeff. My agent had me knock my age down," she replied..

I took a sip of my coffee. "Where have you kept the kid hidden?"

"For the last seven years, ever since I started making it, she's been living with my mother. Whenever I got a chance I'd go off to my mother's and spend some time with her," Ellen said.

"So what's your problem?" I asked.

"Carol was always a good kid. Never gave my mother a bit of trouble until about, two months ago. Then she got mixed up with a married man and went wild. She had always been a shy girl and suddenly she was getting all kinds of attention from an older man. He took her out to shows and restaurants and she started coming home later and later. Then, one night, he took her to a motel," Ellen said, her voice shaking.

She took a sip of coffee and I asked, "So what happened?"

Ellen said, "He was some kind of nut! He tied her up and used different things on her."

"Like what?" I asked.

"A soda bottle and a cucumber among other things! He took the poor kid's cherry with a fucking soda bottle, the rotten bastard! Just exactly what went on in that room, I don't know because Carol wouldn't talk about it," Ellen said.

"I can see why," I replied. "What happened to the bastard?"

"He hung himself in the bathroom when Carol started bleeding a lot He left a note saying something about not being able to get a hard-on and how sorry he was that he had killed Carol," she said."

I asked, "How come it didn't make the papers?"

"I'm coming to that. Carol worked herself free after a long time, found the note, and called the police. It didn't make the papers because the bastard was the mayors son. My mother didn't want Carol's name spread across the newspapers and the mayor was anx- ious to protect his daughter-in-law, plus the family name, so it was hushed up."

I nodded and asked, "How did you get the details on as much as you know about it?"

"From Margo. Just before I was supposed to go to Spain to do that picture, Margo got very sick. She had to go into the hospital for an operation while I went off to make the movie. My mother knew her without knowing that we slept together so when she came out of the hospital my mother invited her to recuperate at her home. I guess she figured Margo would be good for Carol since Margo is just a few years older than she. Carol was doing nothing but sitting around the house, crying, and feeling sorry for herself," Ellen said.

I lit a cigarette and said, "I still don't see where I fit into all this, Ellen."

Ellen said, "I've got something in my purse that I want to show you."

I watched the cheeks of her delightful ass rise and fall as she walked to the dresser and got her purse. She reached into it and pulled out an envelope which she brought back to me.

"Read this!" she said as I took it out of her hand.

She sat down on the bed with a pained look on her face as I pulled a sheet of paper out of the envelope. I opened it and began reading. After a few lines I looked at Ellen and said, "I'll be damnedl"

"What do you think of that bitchr

I shook my head and went on reading. The letter was from Margo to Ellen telling her that she and Carol were in love and were going to live together. She went on about how sorry she was that things had turned out that way but that Carol and she needed each other. Margo hoped mat they could still be friends and that in time Ellen would understand. At the bottom of the letter there was a "sorry, Mother" from Carol.

I handed her back the letter and said, I don't get it! Margo likes the better things in life and you're the one that has the money. What's she stand to gain with this?"

Ellen looked at me and said, "Over five hundred thousand dollars!"

"Huh?"

She explained it to me. Carol's father had been an executive and he thought Ellen was a lot older than she really was when he got her pregnant. He was lousy in bed but being a young girl, Ellen didn't know the difference. Then when Carol was four, Ellen had an affair with a friend of her husband who was even less satisfactory than her husband in bed. Carol's father found out about it and there was hell to pay over it. He would've left Ellen but for the sake of Carol. The two of them decided to try again but he changed the beneficiary on his insurance policies from Ellen to Carol. The payoff came when Carol's father returned unexpectedly from a business trip and found Ellen and his sister sucking each other off. He tossed his sister into his car along with her suitcases and took off toward the train station like a bat out of hell. The two of them were killed instantly when the car. hit a tractor trailer broadside. Carol's father had double indemnity policies plus a big travel policy that all went into a trust fund for Carol, to be paid to her on her twenty-first birthday. What with interest and money that Ellen had put into it in the last few years, it added up to a big bundle.

"Margo knows about the trust fund?" I asked.

Ellen nodded. "I made the mistake of telling her my life story."

"Where are they now?"

"They have an apartment here in the city," Ellen replied.

"Have you seen them since you've been back?"

Ellen said, "Yesterday for about two hours. It wound up in a hell of a fight, I tried to tell Carol that what she was doing was wrong and she said that what was good enough for me was good enough for her."

"She's got a point," I noted.

She put her hand on mine and said, "Margo will take her for every cent of that money, Jeffl Carol is the kind of girl that would give you the shirt off her back if you needed it."

"Is it just the money you're worried about. Ellen?"

She shook her head. "No! I don't give a damn about the money except that I wouldn't want to see Carol lose it to Margo! What's really got me going is that after one lousy experience that wasn't even normal along comes Margo and cold-bloodedly seduces Carol to get her fucking claws on that money. What I'm really worried about is what will happen to Carol after Margo gets what she's after?"

If Margo got what she wanted, which was obviously the money, she'd dump the kid so fast she'd think her ass was jet propelled. The kid might or might not go to pieces when she realized that she'd been taken.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, having a pretty good idea of what she wanted me to do.

Ellen said, "I want you to screw Margo up, Jeff. Take Carol away from Margo and show her how wonderful sex can be with a man. Show her the way you showed me."

I smiled and said, "Supposing for a moment that I could take your daughter away from Margo; what do I do with her when she falls for me?"

Ellen smiled and said, "Then we get her hooked on some other guy."

"Just like that, eh? We whistle and a guy falls out of the blue? I don't like the idea of Margo getting her hooks into your kid, Ellen, but I especially wouldn't want to get any kid hooked on me. I play the sex game strictly for laughs and cash right now and I don't want any hysterical kids hanging around," I said, laying back on my bed.

"You won't do it?" she asked, moving beside me on the bed.

I cupped one of her million-dollar tits in my hand and ran my thumb back and forth over her nipple, watching as it began to swell and rise in erection.

"I didn't say that," I replied, kneading her taut flesh.

She gave a cry of joy and rolled over on top of me. "You'll do it!"

I patted her ass and said, "I didn't say that either."

Her happiness faded and she rolled off me. "Damn it, Jeff! Can't you give me an answer?"

"I'll think about it, Ellen," I said. "That's the only answer I can give you. Ill run it over in my mind and think about it"

Her hand moved out and pressed against my belly. "I'll make it worth your while, Jeff. Til give you anything!"

The way she said 'anything' left no doubt that she was referring to her body. I watched her hand move in a circular motion on my belly, moving lower and brushing through my cock hair.

I said, "How does fifty thousand sound to you?"

Her eyes opened a little wide at the figure but she said, "I said anything. If that's your price, I'll pay it"

"That's ten per cent, Ellen," I said, as my cock began to stiffen. "That's what I'd charge anybody else, but since I don't like Margo and I don't like what she's doing, I'll make it an even twenty thousand in cash. You can afford it and I can use the money."

She got a little happier and said, "Then you think you can do it?"

I shrugged and said, "I'm not giving you any guarantees, Ellen! If I can't get her away from Margo you don't pay me a cent."

Her fingers wrapped around the base of my stiff, throbbing prick. She gave it a few long strokes, watching the way my foreskin covered and uncovered the knob of my cock. "You're nice and hard, Jeff!"

"Yeah! What are you going to do about it?" I asked, feeling our bodies sway on the water bed as Ellen shifted her weight.

She moved her hand up my long shaft and squeezed it just below the big cock head, making it turn an angry shade of purple as the blood became trapped there. "I'm going to suck you and fuck you!"

The bed swayed again as she moved her body around to get her head closer to my cock. "Before you start, Ellen, I want you to understand that this is for fun."

"Sure!" she said, moving her fingers over my balls.

"I don't want you to think that you're moving in with me, baby, because you're not We tried that one time and it didn't work so don't get any ideas," I said, moving my fingers over her legs.

Ellen nodded. Her lips came down over the head of my prick with a slurping sound. She knew that I liked to hear sucking sounds as she worked on my cock and she began making them as she drove her stiff, clinging lips down the shaft, of my cock like a tight velvet glove.

"Suck it, baby! Suck it hard!" I gasped, shoving my ass off the bed and driving my cock up into her descending mouth.

Her lips were halfway down the length of my cock and her cheeks were hollowed as she sucked hard at my skin while she used the flat of her tongue against the underside of my prick. She clung to my prick like that and began shifting her body around to get between my legs. As she moved she created tiny Waves that rocked at my body and made it sway as if we were in a hammock. There's nothing like sex on a water bed!

"Harder!" I cried as she knelt between my legs and shoved her knees under my thighs, lifting me up towards her mouth. She had her head bent sucking harder at my prick and she moved towards me more until my ass was riding on her thighs. My feet were in back of her and I pressed them against the bed, braced myself with my shoulders and back, and shoved up. My hands pulled her head down further on my cock while her hands grabbed at my hips and ass and she sucked my prick with a rotating motion of her mouth on the end of it

"Ah!" I cried, thrusting my prick against the back of her throat. "You're really great, Ellen! One of the great cocksuckers of all time!"

Her head bobbed up and down and she pressed her teeth against my cock skin with just the slightest pressure, tantilizing my flesh without hurting me. The waves in the bed grew higher, making us shift back and forth as I drove my cock harder and harder at her sucking lips.

It felt good! There's nothing like a mouth on the end of a cock if the person sucking knows how to suckl Ellen Harper, star of a dozen motion pictures, knew precisely how to suck. Her mouth and tongue felt so good that I had to do something back to her.

"Shift around, Ellen! Turn around so I can get at your pussy!" I said as her mouth rode up the length of my saliva-coated prick.

Her thighs came out from under my ass and she began shifting her body around without taking her mouth off my prick or stopping the beautiful job of cocksucking that she was doing.

As she turned her body around her hand pulled at the cheeks of my ass, urging me to turn on my side. I turned on my side and looked at her thighs and belly as she moved her pussy towards my waiting mouth. I put my arm over her hip and dug my fingers into the tight crack of her ass as her mouth moved back and forth over the length of my prick.

At die touch of my other hand moving across the moist lips of her sex, Ellen lifted her left leg to make way for my head. My fingers burrowed into her wet slit while my other hand played with her asshole. I moved my head between her legs and rested my cheek against the silky skin of her thigh. Her leg came down and pressed gently against my other cheek, locking my face against the warmth of her fragrant pussy. Ellen used some kind of perfume on her pussy that made it smell like a field of flowers. As I inhaled her fragrance I pushed a finger into her anus and two fingers into her pussy.

Ellen pulled her mouth off my cock and said, "Suck my clit, Jeff! Suck it hard, baby!"

I began moving my fingers back and forth in her ass and cunt while I pressed my face against her soft cunt hair. My tongue pressed into her pubic hair and left a wet trail as it searched for the top of her moist slit Then I felt her cunt lips against my tongue and pressed it between them. Ellen worked her ass back and forth, forcing her cunt against my face and the two fingers that were shoved deep in her inner cunt My tongue moved down her slit until I found her big clitoris that was slippery against my tongue from the juice of her pussy. I captured her love bud in my mouth and sucked at it hard, bringing a groan from Ellen's mouth.

The two of us were both moving our asses, driving our sex organs against each other's mouths and tongues while our heads stayed still. My fingers drove hard into Ellen's cunt, moving easily with the slick juices that flowed out of her pussy.

Ellen's cunt drove harder against my face and her legs closed tighter around my head. She was going to come and my tongue went wild on her clit. I licked it as fast as I could, moving my head from side to side as my cock rode in and out of her mouth.

She came and her mouth came off my cock. She rolled over on her back and I moved with her working my tongue hard against her clit and cunt lips while she groaned and cried out my name.

"Jeffl Jeff, oh, Godl Jeff, it feels so fucking good!"

she cried and I looked up over the mound of her cunt to see her stomach heaving with vibrations.

As her body relaxed I pulled my fingers out of her and took my mouth off her cunt. She started to get up, moving her hands toward my big, saliva-covered prick. "You didn't come, babyl Give it to me!"

I smiled and pushed her over on her back. "I'll give it to you!" I said, pulling her legs apart and moving between them.

Her hands came up to meet me as I began coming down on her. She gripped my cock with anxious fingers and guided it to the wet hole in the middle of her cunt hair.

"All of it! Shove it in, hard!" she cried, spreading her legs wide as my cock head kissed the flesh of her cunt.

She grunted and braced herself as my flesh moved steadily into her, cleaving the walls of her cunt apart and stretching her pussy lips tightly around my prick. My hands moved under the cheeks of her ass and her legs moved around my legs and locked over my calves, pressing me hard against her pubic mound.

"Jeff, baby!" she cried, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling my head down to kiss me. Tve missed you and your wonderful prick so much! God, it's good to have it back inside me!"

Our mouths came together and her tongue was like a sheet of fire shoved into my mouth as she began licking the roof of my mouth. I sucked hard at her tongue and drew my prick back. I lunged forward and began a slow, hard fucking rhythm, thrusting my prick as hard as I could into her. That was the way Ellen Harper liked to be fucked and that's the way I fucked her.

It didn't take too much to make Ellen come. I fucked her to three orgasms until I was ready to come myself. Then I had her get up on her hands and knees. She knelt in front of me and reached between her legs to insert my juice-covered cock head between the lips of her wet cunt. I held her hips in my hands and pushed my prick deep into her pussy as she began wiggling her ass and pushing back against my cock.

"It's good, Jeff! So-oh! So damned good! Oh, fuck me, Jeff! Fuck me hard with that log of yours!" she cried, shoving back to impale herself even more on my throbbing cock.

My hands gripped her tits and my cock, greasy with the juice of her dripping cunt, flew in and out of her, moving faster and faster as the feeling that I was going to come began building up in my cock and balls.

"Oh! More! Oh, it's splitting me apart!" she sobbed, as I let her have every inch that I had right between the hairy lips of her box.

She groaned and cried and sobbed for more as my hands twisted and pulled at her tits, kneading the soft flesh in my strong fingers while she shoved hard with her ass against my belly.

I tried to hold her back so we could come together but she was way out in front of me and couldn't wait She let out a long wail and shoved all the way back onto my cock right up to my balls as her cunt vibrated with her orgasm.

She was almost through with her come when my cock began jetting wads of my come deep into her pussy. She squirmed and rolled her ass against my belly as my cream flooded her cunt

"God, that feels so hot and good inside me, Jeff, babyl Oh, man, it's running down my legs!" she cried, swinging her pussy on the end of my cock.

I finished spurting and pulled my cock out of her. She fell forward, holding her hand between her legs and quickly rolled over on her back, smiling up at me. "Was it good, baby?' she asked, cupping her pussy with the palm of her hand.

"You were there, honey; you tell me!" I replied.

She laughed. "It was the greatest! How was it for you?"

I knew what she wanted me to say but I wasn't going to say it. There was no sense in getting that going again. She wanted me to tell her that I loved her.

"It was fun!" I said, hoping she'd let it drop there.

She did. She lay back against the big pillows at the head of the bed with her legs spread wide. Then she looked at me while she took her right hand and stuck three fingers of it deep into her pussy.

"Watch me, Jeff!" she said, moving her fingers around in her come-filled cunt

"I'm watching," I said, as she worked her fingers in and out of her pussy, getting them covered with my sticky sperm. This was something new that I hadn't seen Ellen do before.

She pulled her fingers out of her pussy, dripping with my come, and moved them to her lips. She smiled and stuck her tongue out at me as she looked at her fingers. Then she pushed her fingers against her tongue and began licking the webs of come from them.

"Mmmmm!" she said, ruiining her tongue between her fingers to lick off the come. I lit a cigarette while she moved her fingers deep into her pussy and brought out more of my come.

She kept it up until all of my juice was out of her cunt and then she ran her fingers over her thighs, collecting the sperm that had dripped out of her.

I puffed on my cigarette and asked, "Where'd you pick up a trick like that?"

She licked the last of the come off her fingers and moved over to me. "It's a natural, baby. Just something that I felt like doing," she said, taking the cigarette out of my mouth.

I got up off the bed as she took a drag on the cigarette.

"Come on and take a shower with me and then we'll go get something to eat," I said. "That is, if you've got a wig with you and a pair of sun glasses."

Ellen had to wear a wig and something to cover her eyes when she went out or there'd be a flock of reporters and fans following her wherever she went.

"Fve got them in my suitcase," she said, getting off the bed. "It's in the other bedroom."

"Good!" I muttered walking towards the bathroom.

She followed. "Sometimes I get the feeling that you don't like my public, Jeff."

"I love them. I just don't like a bunch of slobs drooling in my spaghetti while they're trying to see the nipples on your tits!"

After a long shower and a little ass grabbing, Ellen and I got dressed. She put on her wig and turned from a redhead into a brunette. Then, as we got into the elevator to go out, she put on her sun glasses.

"How do I look," she asked.

"Like any other good-looking piece of ass," I replied.

We grabbed a taxi and went to a little Italian restaurant uptown. After some plates of spaghetti and meat balls plus a bottle of wine, we sat over coffee while Ellen gave me Carol and Margo's address.

"How are you going to handle it?" she asked, as I wrote the address down in my book.

Trade secret, baby," I said. "I've got an idea that might or might not work. Whatever I do, I want you to stay in the background. Don't call Margo or Carol and don't try to see them. Agreed?"

She looked at me funny and said, "Yes, but.. "

"No buts, Ellen!" I said, sharply. "You can stay at my place tonight but I want you out of there tomorrow morning. You get yourself a hotel, go shopping, let my answering service know where you are, and do anything you want but keep out of the picture! No cute tricks like turning up at my apartment until I personally contact you. If you break those rules, baby, I'm out of it and you can take care of Margo your way. Got it?"

She didn't like it but she said, "I've got it"

"Good! Now, have you got a picture of the kid? I'd like to see what she looks like," I said.

She nodded and said, "In my purse. From the time she was a baby until six months ago."

She opened her purse and pulled out a small packet of pictures enclosed in plastic. She handed them to me and I began looking through them while she sat looking on with maternal pride.

There were the usual baby pictures with both Mommy and Daddy holding the baby. Then I hit a few of a chubby, shapeless kid of six or seven. There was another picture of when Carol was eleven, braces and all, standing with her grandmother.

Then I hit one that really jarred me. I looked hard at it and Ellen said, "Carol was sixteen there, I think. It was taken at the beach."

It was the picture of a young girl with big tits and long legs in a bikini. She was lying on a beach towel or something with her back propped up against one of those big posts that are on most beaches. Her stomach was sucked in and her chest was thrown out; so far out that her tits were practically falling out of the bikini top.

"That's quite a set for a sixteen-year-old," I said, trying to push the memory out of my mind that the picture was stirring up.

Ellen laughed. "They run in my family. My mother is bigger than I am."

One of her legs, in the picture, was straight out in front of her while the other was bent at the knee and pulled back, I stared at her face and decided that it was the pose and those bangs on Carol that reminded me so much of my sister.

"She's a beautiful girl." I said, looking at the other pictures.

"Thank you, Jeff." she replied. "You want to look at the rest of them while I go to the bathroom?"

I nodded and she left the table. My mouth was dry as I pulled the beach picture out of the pile and looked at it again. A beautiful girl-and so was-my sister....