Jessica Rabbit: Showtime

"You like that, don't you?" Jessica whispered, dropping her hand lower to rub the underside of her large breasts, to tweak her nipples and caress the soft skin.

"You know I do." Archer replied, never blinking, never looking away.

"Then you'll love this." Jessica said as she raised herself up on her knees, Archer's cock sliding in between her tits like a Cadillac in a compact parking spot. They both groaned and sighed with satisfied delight at the hot sensation of his throbbing shaft wedged firmly in her cleavage.

Jessica brought her hands up to press on her tits, making the already tight feeling even tighter. It was all Archer could do to keep himself from titfucking her wildly and spraying his cum all over her face and ample bosom. He opted instead to allow her to retain control. After all, he'd liked what she'd done so far...

She started slowly, running her breasts up and down on his glistening cock almost gently, tenderly, but before long she was pistoning his shaft between her tits like she was pumping for oil.

Her coating of saliva drying up, Jessica let another long line of drool leak from her mouth, the crystalline blue of it dripping perfectly in the valley of her cleavage, lubing her up a second time.

Archer was holding on tight to the armrests of the loveseat, knowing he'd never experienced anything like this before and probably never would again.

He was getting so close he could practically taste it, but still Jessica was bouncing up and down on her knees, her full, sweet breasts enveloping his member.

"I need to...! Need to...!" Archer grunted, and Jessica doubled her speed, sensing the inevitable.

But instead, Archer used her own trick against her, breaking off at the critical moment to scoop her up in his arms and deposit her back on the couch.

She looked slightly bewildered at first, her breasts bouncing in the air, still wet from her saliva and hot from Archer's dick. But when Archer kneeled in front of her and with one hand ripped her purple panties from her, she knew exactly what he wanted. After all, she wanted it too...

Archer was used to seeing women's vaginas looking like overgrown gardens, thick dark hair clumped together in ringlets.

In Jessica's case, however, it was more like a well-manicured lawn, with a small patch of flame red hair framing her perfectly formed pussy lips, which opened before him like a blossoming orchid and smelled just as sweet.

He positioned his crotch in front of hers, aligning himself and bracing his arms. This being the moment, Archer paused, the head of his cock hovering at her hot pink pussy. He wanted to savour this – the taboo thrill of being with a toon, the excitement of being with such a perfect fulfilment of womanhood.

"Don't stop!" Jessica groaned through gritted teeth. "Do it! Stick your quill in my ink!"

"I always wanted to take an art class." Archer murmured as he pushed forward, his bulbous helmet squeezing in between her tight, wet folds. Liquid heat bubbled up around him, her cunt muscles pulling him in deep.

"Ohh shhhhhiiiiit!" Archer said, his breathing deep and laboured. Jessica moaned as she arched her body and spread her thighs wider, allowing her lover greater access.

Archer slid himself deeper and deeper into her, burying inch after inch of his thick, hard cock inside this animated beauty. Finally he came to a stop, resting balls deep inside her saturated cunney.

He paused a second time, savouring the sight of her. Her crimson hair had fallen across her face. Her scarlet lips were parted and panting, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath.

Her breasts, so round and full, sat buoyantly on her chest. On a 'real' woman they would have flopped to either side, but on Jessica they stayed perky and upright, her nipples brushing provocatively against Archer's chest hair.

"My God, you're perfect." He couldn't help but murmur.

"Shut up and fuck me, big boy." She replied, wrapping her legs around him and scratching her fingers across his ass.

"Never let it be said... ah!..." Archer said as he slid up and out of her, before pushing back down inside. "...that I'd deny a lady her request."

Her splayed legs rose up on either side of Archer's waist, her toes pointed toward the ceiling, as Archer ploughed her.

He started with deep, full thrusts to mirror the way she'd started on him with her breasts, but before too long his enthusiasm got the better of him and he was driving himself into her like the ringing of the clock at midnight would steal her away.

"Fuck me fuck me fuck meeeee!" She cried as he built up speed, his thighs smacking against hers, his balls slapping at her ass crack. Archer could once again feel the tension building in his body. He was getting close, and he knew she was too.

Grabbing her roughly by her tiny waist, Archer hoisted Jessica up, pulling her with him as he stood up from the loveseat.

She squealed in surprised delight as he pivoted towards her dresser table, depositing her on the edge as he swiped his hand across the tabletop to clear it of her make-up. Crayons, erasers and ink pens scattered to the ground as Archer pulled Jessica closer to him.

In the sudden flurry of motion, his dick had sprung from her. He positioned himself now between her eagerly spread legs and stared into the one green eye that was left unhidden by her hair.

She looked deep into his eyes as he took hold of the base of his thick, hard cock and guided it between her eager folds, parting her tight pussy open once more.

They both groaned deeply as Archer started to once again push in and out of her, the makeup table banging rhythmically beneath them.

"Oh! My! Walt! That feels so fucking goooood!" Jessica moaned, her thighs bouncing up to meet Archer's every thrust.

Archer held onto her hips as he hammered into her, her breasts jiggling wildly, swirling around in a circular fashion as she took every thrust deep and hard, her excitement pooling on the tabletop beneath her.

Without warning, Archer pulled out of her, his dick dripping with her arousal, and flipped her around to face the mirror. He ran his hands across her body as they both watched their reflections staring back at them.

"Oh, baby!" Jessica cooed. "Ohh, put it back in me. Fuck me hard!"

Archer wasted no more time in driving his cock back into her juicy slit, ramming her so hard that her ass rippled, her breasts trembled, and the mirror shook as it offered them the perfect view of every mind-blowing moment.

The bouncing of Jessica's tits sounded like the beating of a kettle drum. Archer reached out and grabbed hold of them, squeezing them and playing roughly with her nipples.

He'd never fucked a girl this hard or fast before – none of them would let him. But Jessica was a breed apart and built for sex, and she loved every minute.

With one hand holding and squeezing her tits, the size of them spilling over his grasp, Archer moved his other hand down along Jessica's body to once again find her clit.

Their fucking had swollen it with arousal so that it was like reaching out for a big red button, and when Archer started to finger it in a soft blur of motion, it didn't fail to get a reaction.

"Max fuckingFleischer!!" Jessica groaned through gritted teeth, and pushing back at him with twice the force that she had before. "That's it! I'm coming, baby! I'm coming!!!"

To say Archer had never before experienced what happened next would be a profound understatement. It began with every muscle in Jessica's body clenching.

Her already tight, wet cunt grew even tighter and wetter as it ground down on Archer's dick, which never stopped in fucking her. The lights in the room began to flicker, and then gave out, as a soft light began to emanate from the core of Jessica's torso.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllllllllt!" Jessica screamed as explosions of light and sound drowned the room, fireworks bursting from her body and in the air around them as the toon beauty came with an animated fury.

The bedazzling display reached a crescendo with Archer losing himself to the feeling he'd been pushing away for so long now.

He grabbed Jessica's hips tight and gave her every last ounce of strength he had in a volley of thrusts, before his cock swelled and he started to blast his load deep inside her.

"Oh my Gggggod!" He groaned, the first load firing deep inside Jessica's pussy, the second splattering on her splayed folds, on her asscrack and up along her back as Archer stumbled. A few drops landed in her hair as the third salvo spattered on her slick thighs.

Archer fell onto the loveseat, joined quickly by a wet and messy Jessica who collapsed on top of him. His hands came to massage every inch of her as they panted and came down together.

They spent the next hour luxuriating in each other, peppering one another with light kisses and gentle caresses, whispering their secrets in one another's ears.

Eventually the time came to dress and straighten up, and Archer found himself standing at Jessica's door, preparing to leave.

"Did I give you everything you needed, Mr Archer?" She asked with a temptress's smile.

"For the story, yeah," he replied, before offering a grin of his own. "And everything else as well."

"Will I see you again?" She asked, and a slight edge of vulnerability crept in around the corners of her cool façade.

Archer smiled, placing a kiss on her forehead, her cheek.

"I have to do a little more research for my story tomorrow. But I'll make sure to come back in the evening. I'll be waiting for you with a big bouquet of flowers after showtime," he placed the gentlest of kisses on her sweet, sumptuous lips. "Sound good?"

"I have to say, Rick, you really know how to please a lady." Jessica said, and almost blushed. She was surprised at how quickly he was wearing down her veneer.

He chuckled – mostly at the sound of her using his given name for the first time.

"You're not half bad yourself, kid. See you tomorrow night?"

"Tomorrow night." Jessica nodded. They embraced each other in one last, deep kiss and then he was going, offering her a wave as he walked down the hallway. Jessica watched him go, then closed the door behind her...

~

Archer didn't rush home. He felt too mellow, too perfect. He'd had a few good nights in his life, but this one would definitely rank at the top. He strolled back along the street to his apartment as he reflected on everything.

The details that Jessica had given him had forged links in his mind that wouldn't have been there if not for her help. He could see the whole thing so clearly now.

What had started as a series of hunches was now forming into cold, hard facts. A small smile found his lips. He was really going to crack this story. He could feel it.

But setting that aside, there was Jessica herself. He couldn't believe the luck he'd had in one night. It was as if destiny had led him to the most perfect woman ever.

It was as he was walking up the front steps to his building that he heard his name shouted out.

"Hey, Archer!"

He turned to see who it was, and as he did the night tore apart with the sound of tommy gun fire, followed quickly by the scream of screeching tires.

Archer didn't feel himself fall. All he knew was that he lying was on the steps of his building, the concrete hard against his back, and he was looking up at the stars. His shirt was hot and moist and hanging in tatters against him.

Sal. He must have heard about the reporter nosing around his business.

Archer thought of Jessica. She was right to have been worried. As he felt the darkness embracing him, he gave thanks for his time with her – however brief it may have been – and offered a silent prayer that she be spared what had just happened to him...

~

Rick Archer didn't show up at the Ink and Paint Club the night he said he would. He didn't show up the night after that, either.

Jessica had spent a full week waiting, with no word from him. Most girls would think they'd been stood up, but Jessica knew different. She knew something terrible had happened to him.

When she came offstage, it was to the sound of an audience confused by what they'd seen. Her regulars knew what to expect from a Jessica Rose performance, and a series of bluesy tunes of heartbreak was not it.

But Jessica didn't feel much like putting on a show, and if she had to it was going to be one that reflected how she felt.

Sitting in her dressing room, brushing her hair, she couldn't help but feel a faint spark of hope when a knock came at her door.

"Yes?"

Gordie opened the door and peeked his head in.

"Hi, Miss Rose. Swell show tonight."

"Thanks, Gordie. How can I help you?"

"There's a guy outside with two dozen posies hoping to come in."

"Really? Who is it?" Jessica asked, her heart skipping a beat.

"Roger Rabbit." Gordie said, with obvious delight.

"Roger Rabbit?" Jessica repeated, sinking back into her chair.

"Yeah, you know... the famous movie star. Says he's a big fan o' yours."

Jessica sighed.

"Send him in, I guess."

Gordie looked at her askew, confused by her obvious disappointment, but he nodded silently and went out the door to go get the guest.

Jessica turned and looked into the mirror of her make-up table. She'd act nice, sign an autograph, maybe take a picture, and then send the rabbit on his way. After all, what real interest could she have in him, after having been with a real man like Rick Archer...?

She picked up a red crayola and applied it to her lips.

Showtime.