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Sully & Marilyn
Laurel Canyon is a winding cut through the Santa Monica Mountains that connects Studio City with Hollywood and the Sunset Strip. On the south side, where the road drops below Mulholland Drive and the fast four lanes thin to two crumbling invitations to a head-on collision, the canyon becomes funky L.A., where forty-year-old bungalows sit next to multilevel glass contemporaries that sit next to gingerbread houses. Harry Houdini built a castle in there among the steep hillsides. Jim Morrison lived in a clapboard house near the little market that still serves as the canyon's only commercial outpost.
The canyon was a place where the new rich -- rock stars, writers, film actors, and drug dealers -- came to live. They braved the mudslides and the monumental traffic tie-ups just to call the Laurel Canyon home. Sully lived on Lookout Mountain Drive, a steep upward grade off Laurel Canyon Boulevard that made Marylyn Perry's Mustang convertible work extra hard. Marilyn pulled to the curb behind a multicolor Volkswagen that was at least twenty-five years old. Laurel Canyon was like that, a time warp. [See more about Marilyn in "The Gathering," Chapters 1, 12 & 13 on Storiesonline]
She wore tight fitting jeans and a blouse that was not tucked in, but still could not conceal the swaying of her generous breasts as she strode up the walkway and rang the doorbell. From deep in the house she heard a large dog bark and after some twenty seconds the door opened and Sully stood there, bare-chested, and wearing only a pair of paint-stained jeans and boat shoes.
"I'm Marilyn," she stated matter-of-factly.
"Come in. I'm Sully," he said. [For more about Sully, see "Sully," on Storiesonline]
She decided he was about forty and slightly out of shape, but she could tell that he was, or had been athletic from the way he walked, leading her into the cozy living room and gesturing for her to be seated in what was a Lazy-Boy recliner.
"Beer or Tequila? He asked quietly.
"Beer," Marilyn replied and wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. "It must be a hundred and five out there," she said as he moved into the kitchen to retrieve two beers.
"A hundred and seven as of ten minutes ago," Sully answered, returning quickly and handing Marilyn a cold beer.
She took a long gulp and gave a light belch, causing Sully to grin at her.
'He's handsome enough, if he lost twenty pounds, ' she thought.
"So," he began, "you said on the phone that you had two good prospects. Now, I don't know you from Adam, or Eve, but the Treeman says you're legit."
"Hardly legit," she replied with a dry laugh, then took another swallow and belched again; this one was significantly louder.
"Um, been in any flicks yourself?" He asked his curiosity piqued by the more than generous tits he was watching rise and fall with each breath Marilyn took.
She smiled at him. "Not that you've had the pleasure of seeing."
"And the, err, prospects?"
"Nope, they're virgin in that regard."
"How old are these... virgins?"
"Do you really want to know? I have valid proof they're at least eighteen. Shouldn't that be enough?"
"Let's see it."
Marilyn dug into her purse and produced two California driver's licenses.
He studied them in turn. "Eve Markowitz, nineteen, not bad, got a picture of her naked?"
Marilyn dug into her purse again and handed him two dog-eared photos.
"Nice," he said, almost purring.
"I heard that you preferred them young," she said, her voice a shade above a whisper.
"Uh-huh," he said, off in another world for the moment.
Marilyn waited patiently until he turned to the next picture. "That's Marcie, Marceline Collins, also nineteen, almost twenty, and a real redhead.
"They runaways?" he asked suddenly, staring hard at her.
"Probably," she answered slowly, staring back at him. He looked away first.
"Gimme the truth, how old?"
Marilyn shrugged. "You really want to know?"
"I asked you didn't I?"
"Evie's maybe thirteen, Marcie is fifteen, going on thirty.
"They like to fuck?"
"They live to fuck."
"They do women?"
"Some days I have to pry them apart with a crowbar."
Sully laughed at that, picturing it in his mind.
"The Treeman fuck 'em?"
"Regularly."
"You and him an item?"
"Tucker and I get it on... occasionally. Some times we do a foursome. If Tucker's up for it."
"Tucker's always up for it," Sully smiled knowingly.
"The girls and I... we make him wilt occasionally."
"I'll bet you do," he adjusted himself and Marilyn's eye's lit up.
"Fancy a fuck, dearie?" He said in a cockney accent that had Marilyn laughing.
"Got a pool?"
"Got a pool table," he said, grinning lewdly.
"Good enough," Marilyn said. "Lead on, oh Lord of Porn," and she matched his grin with a lewdness of her own.
They took the stairs to the second floor and sure enough, there was a green felt covered pool table. Marilyn loved the concept and told him so. "I've never gotten laid on a pool table. It's a fantasy of mine."
"I always help a lady with her fantasy if I can," he said, unbuttoning his jeans.
Marilyn nearly tore her blouse off and then began unfastening her jeans. She couldn't help but check him out, sneaking a peek at his cock. Marilyn was impressed. Usually the makers of porno films had little dorky dicks, but Sully was well endowed. Not as big as Tucker, but there weren't many men with foot long cocks. She guessed Sully to be about eight inches and fairly thick in circumference. The head of his cock was like a small apple, with a deep cleft at the bottom of his glans that flared up like a big giant mushroom. She continued struggling with her jeans and he came closer to help her.
She reached out, took him in hand and gave him a gentle squeeze.
"You've got a great set," he told her as she struggled with the tight jeans. "Can I help?"
"Umm, yeah, sure," she said and squeezed him again and then moaned softly as his precum oozed out and dribbled like honey over her fingers. She forgot about her jeans and caressed the crown of his dick.
It was a struggle, but together they finally enabled Marilyn to squirm out of her jeans.
"Hop up on the table," he said, "I want to taste you."
Marilyn did as he asked and then lay back and spread herself lewdly open before him.
"Hmmm," he said as he licked his lips, looks like a smorgasbord."
"Cunt ala carte," Marilyn giggled, "Have at it, loverman."
But Sully left her there and went looking for a couple of towels to avoid leaving any telltale stains on the green felt cloth that covered the pool table.
Holding two black towels in the crook of his arm, Sully approached Marilyn from the side and when her eyes followed him he made his dick jerk wildly and that caused her to start laughing.
"You're an amusing guy," Marilyn laughed. "I hope you intend to treat my girls alright."
He was now leaning between her wide-spread thighs, looking lasciviously at the pink slit that was partly open to his view.
"I treat all my girls' right, you needn't worry about it. Besides, if they can act, or at least speak their lines clearly, I'll make them stars and they'll make all of us a ton of money."
"Are you mob-related?"
"No. At least not so's you'd notice."
"What's that mean?" Marilyn asked as his fingers found her slit and delved inside.
"It means I'm not with them. I sell product to them..." he added another finger and Marilyn moaned with intense pleasure.
Sully kept talking, not sure if she could hear him. "But they're not interested in me, 'cause the feds might use it as a means of nailing the bastards to the wall. So they leave me alone, all they do is the distribution."
He leaned into her and she shrieked with joy as his tongue grazed her flank. Then, growling with lust he began licking her stomach, wriggling his tongue around in her navel like an animal might.
Before long, Marilyn's hands were guiding him, pushing him lower. He was eager to taste her and as he moved ever lower he felt his chin running across her wiry pubic hair. His tongue replaced the fingers delving into her juicy cunt.
Marilyn began chanting, "Yes... baby! Eat my cunt... Eat me, Sully!"
Sully knew how to give head, for he had practiced on, by his own count, some 1237 different women. He was able to achieve this only because he was in a position to hire young actresses eager to enter the porn industry.
His tongue started to make slow circles around her clit and then he began to gradually increase the tempo, sensing her growing need. His tongue flicked over her clit again only a little harder and then moved down her slit. As his tongue moved closer and closer to her tempting pink target, Marilyn's moans grew louder and her hips moved faster up and down. Sully pulled away slightly and blew gently into her pussy; the puff of cool air across her erect clit caused her hips to move even faster. He moved his mouth back to her pussy and gently sucked her clit between his lips. Holding it, he pulled back a little as his tongue pressed hard against it. Marilyn was now moaning without knowing it.
Sully felt her hands on the back of his head, urging him on. He continued to suck on her clit, pulling it deep into his mouth and then releasing it; moving his mouth down, he circled her opening with his tongue, lapping at the cream that was trying to escape.
Although he still preferred his women young, he found Marilyn to his liking, for she was sloppy wet, fairly oozing the juice he loved to lap up. As he continued going down on her he searched his memory for another woman as juicy as this one and came up empty. She was by far the juiciest.
Marilyn moaned, shuddered and sent her legs up around his shoulders as Sully continued to devour her pussy. He kept at her, relentlessly and Marilyn had one last coherent thought. 'This guy sure loves his pussy.' Then she was screaming, her hips jerking spasmodically, pulling at his hair so hard she tore several tufts out.
He smacked her hard to force her to release his hair. Marilyn never felt a thing, but did open her hands and let go of his mane.
Now, with one leg pressed down onto the green felt of the pool table, the other still bent at the top of his shoulder -- he smashed his face into her cunt and sucked voraciously. She was groaning continuously and raised her hips right off the pool table. Her thighs tightened against the sides of his head and he continued to lap and stab with his tongue. Sully could feel her shaking and he pushed his head up so he could capture her clit in his mouth again. He sucked as hard as he could on her hard clit, rolling it between his lips as she bucked against his face.
With one hand under her ass, he moved the other one up, easing his index finger deep into her cunt and then worked it around and in and out. Thrusting his finger deeply, he felt the cunt muscles contracting as she was getting closer to her climax. He inserted another finger in her and she squirmed against his hand. Each time he sucked and pulled up on her clit, he could feel her body jerk wildly and her loud gasps told him that she was almost ready to come. He thought the way she wiggled on his face incredible. Her cunt flesh was so soft, so warm, and ever so juicy.
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