Storiesonline.net ------- Laurel Canyon, CA by Paris Waterman Copyright© 2005 by Paris Waterman ------- Description: Two characters who will be familiar to my readers, Marilyn Perry (The Gathering) and Sully ("Sully") get together in Sully's Laurel Canyon home. Sully now makes porn films, Marilyn has two "Nieces" who are interested in becoming porn stars. They conclude their contract negotiations on a pool table. Codes: MF cons ------- Copyright 2005 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. Feeling her body tense, he began pounding his fingers in harder. Her fingers latched deep into his hair, and her thighs clamped onto his head. For a split second she was completely still and then she started to scream. He released her clit and moved his tongue down to lap at her cream as it poured out of her body. Marilyn's entire body shook and twitched and her scream turned to a long, loud moan. Slowly she released her grip on his head and flopped back down onto the pool table; her legs still wide spread. He rubbed the outside of her thighs as he listened to her breathing become steady again. He licked her pussy clean of every drop of come, then moved up beside her on the pool table, propping himself up on one elbow, and looked down at her. Her hair was no longer smooth and styled; instead, it looked like she had been in a windstorm. He loved the wild, intense look in her eyes. They sparkled with desire and yet there was also an inner peace in them. Her eyes closed slowly. He smiled at her and touched her cheek with his fingertips. "Kiss me," he said his voice husky with lust. She lay still, panting and recovering from her climax, or climaxes. Sully took her bottom lip between his and sucked on it. His mouth moved and covered hers, his tongue pressing in between her lips and forcing them apart. Her mouth moved against his as his tongue ran across the roof of her mouth and over her teeth. He felt her tongue against his and they flicked them across each other's. As they kissed, he held his throbbing cock and stroked the soft, warm flesh of her thighs. He rubbed his cock back and forth and then slapped it hard against her thigh, sending shivers down his body. Marilyn moaned into his mouth as she sucked in his tongue and bit at his lips. He slapped his cock against her again and could no longer stand having it not buried deep inside her. Pulling back from the kiss, he moved onto his knees and rolled her over. Marilyn slowly slid off the end of the pool table. Grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her up so that her stomach and elbows rested on the green felt. He moved behind her, his palms resting lightly on her ass cheeks and he slowly ran his finger down between them. Marilyn shivered slightly and he grinned knowing that he was going to enjoy fucking her. Pushing his hand between her thighs, he made her spread her knees apart. She moved down some more and was now resting on her elbows, her ass high in the air. He looked at her pussy hanging down between her legs; at her swollen clit protruding from her sparse hair that protected them from god knows what and his cock twitched at the sight. "Spread your knees apart wider," he ordered, and she did. He ran his hands up her flanks and back, and with some force he pushed her head down hard against the table's slate surface. His cock brushed up against her inner thigh and he could feel it sliding across the wetness that had developed there. Leaning back he studied her ass as it swayed slightly in the air. He brought his hand back and swatted her left cheek lightly. She didn't react. He swatted her again, a little harder, and there was still no reaction. The next time he slapped her harder, the sound ringing out in the room. He heard her moan and he slapped her ass again. "You bastard," she groaned. He slapped her two time in succession. "Christ you're making me cum!" she cried out and shook through a violent orgasm. He began to rhythmically slap her quivering cheeks with a moderate force, leaving them a light shade of pink. She continued to moan and push her ass back. He rubbed where her skin had turned to pink and then moved both his thumbs down between her cheeks, spreading them wide. As he spread her cheeks, he looked down at her dripping cunt. His cock felt like it would explode if he didn't fuck her soon but the thought of making her wait outweighed his desire. His thumbs moved down and touched her pussy, making them instantly wet. He brought them back up her ass and rubbed the cream against her ass. She pushed her ass back against his thumbs, wanting him to stick one deep inside of her. He moved his index finger down to her pussy and gathered more cream, rubbing it again against her little hole. She shivered and moaned. Leaning over, he let the tip of his tongue touch her lightly and she gasped. Slowly he began to lick around her ass, never quite touching it. He was almost getting off from the way she was squirming under him. As he licked his way up between her crack, he gently placed his index finger against her ass, rubbed little circles against it, and then drove his finger in deep. Her gasp seemed to be caught in her throat as he fucked her ass with his finger. As his finger slammed into her, he kissed her cheeks and then sat back, watching his finger give her pleasure. His thumb rubbed against her pussy and she began to shake again. "Cum for me, baby!" He said teasingly. He felt her ass muscles tighten around his finger as he took his other hand and shoved two fingers deep into her pussy. Both hands moved in rhythm in and out. He listened to the sweet sound of her pussy juices making sucking sounds as his fingers fucked her hard. "Oh God!" she screamed and pushed her face into the green felt, staining with the mucus running from her nose and lipstick from her lips. She slammed her weight back against his fingers and tightened around them. With a loud moan she began to shudder and came hard against his hands, covering his fingers with sweet, sticky cream. He removed his fingers slowly when he was sure the orgasm had passed. He rubbed his wet fingers against her cheeks making them slick and shiny. Taking his rock hard cock in his hand, he moved it up and down her slit, marinating the head with her juices. "Yeah, yeah!" Marilyn cried out, and wanting him in her, urged him on. "Do it! Do it! Do it!" Sully's cock was poking her right in the stomach just above where Marilyn's pubic hair began. "Come on man, stick it in me! Fuck me until I can't walk!" Sully made a slight adjustment and then with no further signal, sent his fully engorged prick into her hot, pulsating pussy. She was in the midst of a violent orgasm with his second thrust. He caused himself to pause as her climax ran its course; then moving the head of his cock into position, his hands held on to her hips and he stayed there, listening to her breathing speed up again. Looking at her from the side, he caught sight of her breasts hanging down, her nipples rubbing against the plush felt, hard and swollen. With a deep intake of breath, he pushed his hips forward as he pulled her back, jamming his cock deep into her hot, soaked pussy. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she sobbed and came again. He loved it when she cried out and he pulled back and jammed into her again. Her pussy was tight and so wet that he couldn't help just thrusting into her. He fucked her hard and steady; the sound of his balls slapping against her ass and her continuous moans filled the room. His finger slipped easily back into the slick opening of her ass. He could feel the thin membrane between his deeply fucking cock and obscenely screwing finger; and it felt as though they might meet at the peak of her orgasm which he knew was near. Establishing a smoother rhythm, he started to slam into her in a hard but not frenzied fashion. Her smoothly curved hips ground upward to absorb the thickness of his cock, then down to capture his outstretched finger as it soared up her tightly clenching rectum. Her head flailed from side to side, and her open mouth continuously screamed out her pleasurably painful, masochistic need. 'Oh, Jesus!' Sully thought fleetingly, 'Maybe I'm fucking her out of her mind!' Sully pulled the finger from her ass and she farted. He laughed obscenely; then turned her over so that she was on her back. With a terse grunt, he dug his sweating palms under Marilyn's quaking asscheeks and moved her hungrily clasping cunt within range of his pulsating prick. Marilyn opened her legs even wider to accommodate him. Growling with lust, he bit her earlobe; then licked down her sweat streaked throat to her trembling tits. He leaned over and wrapped one arm around her waist as his other hand moved under her and cupped one of her breasts. He twisted, then pulled her nipple, stretching it and letting it go, as his cock smashed deeper and deeper into her; never losing his rhythm. Marilyn groaned and started to slam back against him. "Fuck me harder," she pleaded as she moved her ass from side to side. The sound of her voice made his cock twitch inside of her as he pounded away. His balls were tight and he knew that he couldn't hold back much longer. He let go of her breast and her waist and returned his hands to her hips. Digging his fingers into her flesh, he pulled her back against him harder and faster. He moaned as he listened to the sucking sounds created by her vacuum of a pussy. "Come for me again," he growled, not able to hold on much longer. She continued to move back against him and when he drove his finger back into her ass, he felt her entire body tense. Then Marilyn was yelling in a voice neither of them recognized: "Yes! Finger me there! Oh, man, give it to me! Fuck my pussy!" As she continued to cry out Sully's body tensed and he leaned his head back and moaned loudly as he came deep inside of her pussy. Her pussy muscles held his cock tight and milked him; he could feel his load shooting out and filling her. His balls, which had been so tight, started to loosen up as he drove into her one final time and he fell on top of her, crushing her breasts into the table's unforgiving hardness. Both of them were totally spent. They lay there panting for a good while, then he shoved himself off of her and helped her to her feet. On noting the stains on the felt tabletop, he gave her a disdainful glance and said, "It comes out of their first week's salary." "I'm sorry. I don't know how it happened." "Aw, forget it. We should have fucked on the bed like normal people." "We're not normal people," she said then smiled lewdly at him. "You got that right. Do the girls fuck half as well as you?" "They're as good as me and there are two of them." "I can't wait to meet them. Be sure to give me some advance notice. I'll want to rest my tool for them." "I will and you're right. Get plenty of rest. Maybe bring some help." They both laughed and he pulled her close and kissed her affectionately. "You know," he told her, "I've been thinking about opening an operation in San Francisco." "Do tell?" Marilyn cooed. "Need any partners?" "I might, especially if they have some capital." "Be sure to let me know. I'm interested in getting into the business... as a producer, not an actress." "You might fill in once in a while," he grinned. "No way, Jose." She was now dressed and gathered her purse. He opened the door and walked her to her car. Ever the gentleman, Sully opened that door as well and leaned in the window to kiss her goodbye. Marilyn drove off as fulfilled as she'd ever want to be. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-05-01 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------