"Memoirs of a Horn Blower" is another of the recent "avante garde" novels depicting aspects of sex on the American scene, which could have only been written and published in Paris. Its daring boldness in showing the love-life of a run-of-the-mill musician with complete frankness of erotic detail nevertheless resulted in its being banned shortly after publication.
This story is unusual in that its wealth of detail as far as musical background is concerned has actually been experienced by the author, a former jazz musician himself. Intimately familiar with the casual, happy-go-lucky sexual affairs of the average "combo artist" and the women in this brand of show business, we are told everything. So-called normal love, "junk" parties and the most extreme sexual perversions are described with the professionally detached "cool" of a man who has experienced the ultimate in lewdness and moral irregularities and has learned to take it all in his stride.
It is interesting to note that the hero of this tale plays a wind instrument, and that a certain type of sodomy occurs with extreme frequency throughout the entire narrative. One is led to speculate whether psychological analysis of the male and female participants in this recurring perversion would disclose strong tendencies to homosexuality in the male and lesbianism in the female.
The famous analyst Karl Abraham, in discussing choice of profession and vocation has stated that many neurotics choose their mode of making a living in society as a symptomatic attempt of curing their own complexes. In view of the "instrument" our main character is employing as a means of his livelihood, this statement on the neurotic's attempt at self-therapy in handling his neuroses, sexual or otherwise, becomes most interesting as the story progresses. The extreme gratification of the main character's deepest sexual impulses as a direct cause of the bizarre sex behavior of the variety of women he encounters is noteworthy.
Essentially this is a story which attempts to convey the feeling of a public entertainer's life, the portion unseen by the audience-his very private life and loves. After the initial shock of frank, spade-calling sex description, most readers agree that there is a feeling of having participated in the life of another human being-and a definite nostalgia when the last exciting page is finally turned.
Psychologically speaking, one would like to have a sequel. Practically speaking, one feels that it is hardly likely for so frank an exposure to be continued.
"Memoirs of a Horn Blower" is another in the long line of notable and unexpurgated novels published in this country for the first time by Continental Classics. It is recommended for mature adults only.
Chapter One...
I'm a horn-blower, licorice-stick, sax, French horn-you name it and I play it. This is my story, rough, but that's how I live...
There was a note stuck in the mirror in the hall when I got in:
"Mr. Pelter called. Will phone later." I crumpled the note in my hand and went upstairs to my room. The bed had not been made yet, so after I put my instrument cases in the corner I pulled the top cover over it and sat down, because there was more light at that side of the room. I could not imagine why Eddie Pelter should call me, and I had not the slightest notion of when 'later' was. I did know that if he did not call before half an hour he would have to look me up someplace else, because I was through living in that crummy boarding house.
I sat on the bed and looked around at the room and wondered, just as I had wondered almost every day for the three months that I had lived there, how in the world a bare foot mark ever got in the center of the ceiling that way. Had some whore fucked a client too enthusiastically-bounced the poor bastard off the ceiling with a mighty heave of her twat?
A key rattled in the lock, and the door opened and there was the girl who cleaned the rooms on the rare occasions when they were cleaned. She came into the room without seeing me, and then stopped.
"Excuse me," she said.
She started to go out. I called to her.
"You don't have to go. I was just sitting here."
She wasn't a bad looking kid. I had, had her tagged for a lay ever since I had moved into the place, but somehow I never got around to finding out if she'd fuck for me if I put it to her. I had come in rather quietly one day, and on the way up to my room I had passed an open door and the fellow who lived in that room had been sitting on a rocking chair with this broad on his lap and his hand up her dress, playing with her twat. They hadn't seen me and I had gone on and never mentioned it when I saw her. I'm sure they followed through with a hot hump and I had really intended to try a little game of "feel my pussy" with her myself some time.
"I was going to make your bed," the girl said. "I usually make it in the afternoon when you're not in."
"Sit down and take a load off your cute ass," I said. "You won't have to make it today because I'm not going to be here any more."
She looked around at the bags and at the small pile of junk I was leaving behind.
"You're a musician, aren't you?"
She didn't say anything about my leaving. People in rooming houses are always going away to another shit-house, hoping it will be better than the last.
"I've seen you playing out in Green Par," she said. "I forget the name of the place."
"Riley's," I said. You won't see me there either. I've got another job at Castle Lake for the summer."
"Is that why you're leaving?"
I said yes, that was why, and I tried to think out my next move, because I wanted to lay that babe before I sailed out of that place.
"I'd offer you a drink, but I finished the bottle," I said.
She was sitting in the chair with the bad leg and neither of us said anything more for a minute. She had her good-looking knees spread apart and I began to get a hard-on.
"I hope Mrs. Katzen doesn't come back and find me sitting in here doing nothing. She doesn't like me to become familiar with the roomers."
Mrs. Katzen was the landlady, and as blowsy an old whore as I've ever seen.
"She's really an aunt of mine, you see," the girl said. "I guess she's afraid of something happening to me."
She lifted her brows when she said that, and looked sideways at me, putting her knees together.
"What kind of something?"
"Oh-you know. With a man in every room, she thinks someone will throw me on a bed and rape me..."
She was fussing with the edge of her dress and crossing and then re-crossing her legs. The chair wobbled and she moved quickly to keep from falling over. I got a quick glance up under her dress and saw enticing, creamy bare skin.
"Don't you ever stop anyway?" I asked.
"I'm here now," she said.
I studied the girl. She was a stupid little piece of ass, and I had known that all along. I knew also that I was acting in a way that might have surprised a lot of people I knew. Once I would have worried about that, but that was a long time ago, when I was jerking off in secret, and reading Proust publicly. Now I didn't give a damn about the intellectual capacity of any of the cunts I fucked, so long as they were gone next morning. The chair was under control, but I had another short flash of those slim thighs, and this time the view was better and I could see she was wearing only a pair of thin panties. I took another drag on my cigarette and then snapped it through the open window.
"I think I know what you need," I said, looking down at the stiff hard-on bulging out of my pants.
We sat and looked at each other. Then, because she evidently wanted me to make the first move, I got up from the bed and took two steps toward the chair. The girl turned her face up to me and smiled. She had nice even teeth and a good mouth. I didn't mind kissing her. I could see she had noticed my stiff prick.
I pressed the chair to keep it from falling over and slid my hand over her shoulder and down the front of her dress. She wiggled some, but she didn't object, and in a second I had one of her teats. All things considered, she had damn big teats for her size, because she didn't weigh more than a hundred and ten pounds, but the breasts she had would have worn well on any woman. She didn't say a word when I started to feel them, but in a minute or two she began to show that she liked to play that game.
"The chair is liable to collapse," I said. "I never sit on it."
We went to the bed and she sat on it and then let herself fall back across it while I sat beside her on the edge. Her dress pulled up above her knees when she lay back, and she crossed her arms behind her head and looked down at them. I didn't wait for a formal invitation to fuck.
Her garters were very tight around her thighs, and almost the first thing that I did was to unroll her stockings and slip the elastic bands off. That left her stockings wrinkled around her knees, and I was going to take them off, but as soon as I had her shoes off and started on the stockings she stopped me.
"Do it, lover, but don't undress me," she said.
"C'mon, let's get naked and make it a good screw," I said.
She rubbed the leg nearest to me against my hard-on and pulled her dress up a little.
"My aunt may come back and catch you fucking me."
"She won't come in here."
"I know, but don't undress me."
"Did she ever catch you," I said.
"Almost. I had to hide in a closet for two hours."
I left her stockings as they were and pulled her dress up. She had nice legs, a little too short in the thighs so that I knew her ass would be too heavy, but nice then. Her ankles were small, and her calves reminded me of Indian clubs; I could span her ankles with a thumb and finger.
"My dress will get wrinkled in the back," she said. "I guess she won't notice if you don't get it stained..."
She sat up and wriggled to get it up from under her ass and then she spread it out under her back. I pushed the front of it over her belly. Her belly-button winked at me.
She put her hands behind her head again and I slid my hands up her legs right to her twat. Her panties were tight from having been washed and shrunk a lot, and the elastic top of them dug into her belly. They fitted her closer than her skin, and around the edges of the black mound of bush that was flattened under them little curls of bush hair lay on her skin. I rubbed my hand over the silk mound and pushed my finger down to one of those tufts of hair and tickled it.
"How did you know I would fuck you?" she asked. "You didn't seem to be worried about me raising hell or anything."
I began to roll her panties off, and they were very hard to slip over her big ass-cheeks. She wriggled on the bed and I tugged them down and they rolled up into a tight coil.
"I don't know," I said.
Maybe I didn't. There's a gag: if you lay one brick you're not a bricklayer, but if a girl sucks one cock she's a cocksucker. I'm not so sure. How the hell do you know anything about women? I once went with a girl for six months and never touched her more than experimentally, and then one night when she had been chewing my tongue and soul-kissing way down my throat, she said: "They say that a girl who does that will do anything." I thought It had something to do with the stars and be mine forever, and it wasn't until the next time I saw her and she told me a long, story about 'a girl' who told a boy that she; "Didn't do it that way anymore" and then he got her into a corner on her knees and almost choked her to death that I realized that I was passing up a lot of good hot cocksucking that she was handing out to the lads around town. After that she blew me regularly, until some fellow married her. Then she was strictly a one man woman, as far as fucking was concerned, but she'd still blow anybody at the tug of a zipper.
"I don't know," I repeated.
That seemed to satisfy the girl. She lifted her legs so that I could get her panties past her knees, and what she turned up in the air was bigger and hairier and juicier looking than I had hoped for, and certainly more of all of those things than it had any right to be at her age. What a gorgeous snatch. I kept her legs up in the air like that and just looked at her cunt for a few minutes, and the girl kept her hand behind her head and looked back at me. I finally slid one hand over the under part of her leg and caressed her cunt-lips and clitoris a few times. That made her jump, but she still didn't say anything.
Her cunt was one of those dark red, ripe-looking ones, almost disappearing in the hair growing around it and over it. She was the type that had to go to bed for three days out of the month and screws like a mink on the day's when she's able. The musky moist odor of her cunt was so heavy that I wondered why it was that it could be noticed only when she was on her back with her legs open.
"Just a second," I said. "Don't go anywhere."
I went to the door and snapped the catch on the lock so that it couldn't be unlocked from the outside, and before I went back to the bed, I took off all my clothes.
"Let me undress you," I said.
No, she insisted that I fuck her with her clothes on. That was all right. I wasn't going to argue about it. I got onto the bed and rolled her up against the wall, with her back to it, and I shoved my hips up to hers and stuck my stiff prick on her belly.
"How do you like that cock?" I said.
I pulled her hand down to it and she grabbed it and popped the head out of my foreskin by squeezing it between her thumb and finger, the way you pop an orange seed out of the window.
"I like them all, but yours has an extra thick shaft and a real big head."
"Yes, I guess it'll do."
I wished that I had gotten around to jazzing that babe before, because she could probably have figured some way to come up and visit me at night, and there had been plenty of times when I had come home and looked forward to any cunt being there. There was a young couple in the back who never bothered to pull down their shades. Lots of times when I had come home and looked out, I could see them jazzing away as if that night was the last one they were going to live. The girl was nice looking, too, and more than once I'd get heated up watching her going down on his cock or licking his ass-hole or something and then I wouldn't get any sleep for the rest of the night.
The girl was dabbing my cock with her thumb, and it wasn't long before she was acting as though she'd picked up a handful of flypaper.
"That sticky stuff oozing out gets between my fingers," she said.
"You ought to know by now what happens when you begin to fool around with a prick," I said.
She pushed her hand into my hair and pulled tufts of it through her fingers and rubbed them with it. I unbuttoned the front of her dress, but it didn't open far enough for me to get her teats out, and the best I could do was to get my hands down and squeeze her hard nipples.
"Why the hell can't you take off your clothes and enjoy our little hump? Nobody's going to come in here, and if they did, just what they saw now would be damning enough."
But she wouldn't take off her clothes, and that was all there was to it. She tied my legs up in hers and started to sock her hot pussy against me, and I put one hand around in back of her and started to shove a finger up her ass-hole. And then the phone rang downstairs.
"To hell with it," I said.
She got away from me, though. She pulled up her stockings and knotted them in the back to keep them up. Then she let her dress fall down and went out and downstairs.
"If it's for me, say I'm not in. And don't forget to come back." I said as she was going out.
In a couple of minutes the buzzer in the hall began to ring and I stuck my head out of the door and yelled down and the girl answered. It was for me. I went back and put on some clothes and then I went downstairs. And I saw why she had called me instead of doing as I suggested. Mrs. Katzen was out front leaning on the fence talking to somebody.
Chapter Two
Eddie Pelter was on the phone. He wanted to sell me a lottery ticket. Eddie was one of those fellows. When it wasn't lottery tickets it was strippers, and when it wasn't strippers it was real sexy pictures, or he was promoting a stag party. Even so, he was always broke; even more than I was.
I didn't want his damn lottery tickets. His stag parties got raided, the pictures he sold were the saddest things ever to come out of the eighteen-nineties.
"How much?" I said.
He said they cost a dollar.
"I can't afford that," I said. "Don't you have something a little less expensive?"
"I'll tell you what," he said. "I'll put you down for half a ticket, and when I find somebody else who don't want to put up a whole buck, I'll let them in on the other half. Is that okay?"
I told him that was fine and he could send my money to Castle Lake when I won. When he found out that I was leaving town he wanted to know how he was going to collect the fifty cents, so I told him I would leave it with Evelyn down at the Club Bar. I hung up and went upstairs.
While I was talking to Eddie, the girl had been back to pick up her panties and garters, and had left. I took a look at my watch and saw that I had to get moving if I was going to make the train so I picked up my box and carried it down the hall. Then I hunted up Mrs. Katzen and told her I was leaving. I took the two keys from my ring and gave them to her, and she didn't say a word, but followed me when I went to get my bags and looked around the room suspiciously, as though she suspected that I might be trying
to make off with a towel or perhaps the broken chair.
I went out and walked to the corner. There was a free phone box to call the cab company from, and by the time I got back she had the sign out again. "PLEASANT SINGLE ROOM - SUNNY CONVENIENCES."
When the taxi stopped at the Club Bar I saw that I wasn't going to make the train, so I paid him and asked that he check my instruments and things at the baggage room and I got out and went into the place. There were two guys drinking beer at the bar and there was a shabby man asleep at one of the tables. Every few minutes he would rouse himself long enough to spout Lincoln's Gettysburg Address and fall asleep again at about the point where we were engaged in a great struggle.
Evelyn leaned on the side of the bar with her hands spread wide while I poured the drink from the bottle she had set in front of me. The two guys next to me were arguing about baseball.
"How about it?" I asked her.
There were some people who said that she was a push-over if you went after her in the right way, and they told about taking her out and getting all the jazzing they could take, and there were other people who said that you couldn't get near her. The one thing they all agreed on, though, was that it was a good idea to keep away from her when her old man was around. He wasn't around now, although I could hear somebody banging pans together back in the kitchen.
"How about it, Evelyn? I said. "When are we going to get together?"
"Any time you come around with a wedding ring in your pocket," she said. "How about paying for that drink?"
I gave her the money and then the half dollar to give to Eddie Pelter when he came for it.
"I'm going up to Castle Lake for the summer, Evelyn," I said. "Why don't you slip me something to remember you by before I go?"
Being interrupted with the girl up at the house had left me very horny, and I more than half meant what I was saying. The trouble was that I didn't know anything about Evelyn. Everybody kidded with her, and I had gotten into the habit of kidding her too, and there didn't seem to be any way to become suddenly serious. So we stood, and made stale wisecracks back and forth over the bar while the two men next to me drank their beer and argued baseball and the man at the table alternately slept and declaimed until I could have jerked myself off in sheer frustration.
Evelyn stood and fingered the two black buttons on her green uniform that were set right where you knew her big nipples must be and just smiled and said the things I expected her to say. I wondered if there was anything really worth fucking under that uniform. Somehow I thought not. There wasn't any reason to believe that it was the only thing she was wearing, but I got the idea of imaging her body beneath it.
It didn't take much to imagine the teats. Big. Soft. Her lips were full and red even without makeup. Big nipples, then. Red. Strawberry size and color. Knobby, and pointed like strawberries. There were blue veins at her temples and throat. Veins criss-crossing over her milky-white titties, too.
She had red hair. Flame red. Under her arms it was red, too, as you could see when she lifted them to do something and the short sleeve pulled up. At her cunt a frothing mass of red. I imagined it sticking out from between the cheeks of her ass. A big, solid ass, whose puckered pink hole was probably also rimmed with reddish hairs...
I could image all that, but that was as far as I could go. I couldn't take it to bed with me. I tried to imagine, in her voice, what she would say when I was jazzing her, and all I heard was another wisecrack. I looked at her mouth and imagined sticking my prick into it, and she yawned.
The two fellows paid for the last beer and went out, still arguing. I looked around. The fellow at the table had fallen asleep again, his head forward in his arms.
"I better sweep up," Evelyn said.
She got a broom from under the bar and started sweeping back of it. She swept along and down to the end, and I stood watching the muscles working in her forearms, and the swing of her back. I walked down to the end of the bar as she swept around it.
I caught the broom and stepped into the little pile of dirt and backed her to the side of the bar. She looked surprised and her eyes opened very wide. She began to talk rapidly.
"They got those two guys who held up the gas station last week," she said. "They went back to try to rob the same place, but the fellow had bought a gun and he shot one of them-"
She raised her head and looked back toward the kitchen and talked louder and faster. I pushed her against the bar and felt for her teats and felt her knees give a little when I slid my leg in between hers. I rubbed my knee against her pussy and pulled her uniform up slowly. I got it up to her knees, and she stood slumping against my leg while I pressed it against her.
"If they hadn't gone back they never would have caught them," she said. "He had a gun and he shot one of them-in the ass."
I yanked the uniform all the way up, and Evelyn's mouth pulled out and down at the corners, while her eyes went soft. She didn't have anything on under the uniform, and that big fluff of red hair stuck out on her just as I had known it would.
I ran my hands on her belly and thighs and into her pussy. Her legs spread, and she slid lower against the bar when I hooked my fingers under her hair and onto her cunt. I stuck my fingers into her wet, slippery cunt.
"Four score and seven years ago..." said the man at the table. He looked at the wall without seeing anything.
Suddenly there was no more noise from the kitchen. Evelyn pushed me away.
"Oh, damn," I said.
She let her dress fall and began to sweep. I went back and finished my drink. Then I went out.
I walked along the streets feeling drunk, although I hadn't had enough liquor to bother me. I was almost ready to go down to Duffy's Court and get jazzed in a whore-house. I had a bigger hard-on than ever between my legs. But I knew I would come out feeling gypped and then be worried for the next seven days whether I would get clapped up or not. I had an hour and a half before the next train.
I stopped by the Symphony Shop. I was a pretty good customer there when I had money, so I decided to go in and see if anybody I knew was in there.
Sammy, the only clerk who was around, nodded at me. He had about a half a dozen customers who were keeping him busy. I walked to the back of the place, where the records that not many people buy are kept. I didn't see anybody I knew, but there was a girl there going through the stacks. She looked fine from the ass-view, but I have been fooled too often that way, so I stepped up to the bins to get a look at her face. She was young and fresh looking, and had a very fuckable figure. I could feel her glance back at me while I dug through the records. I put her age at about twenty. She was holding a record then, and she looked toward the front of the store. Sammy was busy and didn't notice her.
"Do you want to play it?" I said.
She said yes, she wanted to hear it, so I led her back to one of the three closed booths were the machines were and we went in and I shut the door.
The booth was big enough for the machine and two people, and that was all. The girl stood in the corner and I turned on the machine and looked at the record she had picked out. The side she wanted to hear was Lux Lewis' "Honky-Tonk Train Blues" which is, in jazz, about what Ravel's "Bolero" is in another medium. I put it on and leaned back against the wall of the booth and watched the girl while the record was playing.
When it was finished she laughed and lifted the playing arm back to the starting place. The censorship in this country of ours is constantly amazing me. I remember the older cats telling me, when the depression was still something to talk about-when a horrible ballad called "Brother Can You Spare a Dime" was pulled from the air because the philosophy of it wasn't in accordance with the Horatio Alger tradition that the good citizens were supposed to have faith in. Then there was "Gloomy Sunday," which was also banned because an epidemic of suicides was feared. But of all the "Jazz Me Blues" and Jellyroll Blues" and "Empty Bed Blues" and "I'll Keep Sittin' On It" and "Tight Like This" and "What's That Smells Like Fish" songs and all the hundreds of others like them, I can think of only two that are not played freely. One is a very badly played and very unmusical rendition of "Old Man Mose" In which a female vocalist for no very good reason, shouts "fuck, fuck, fuck it," and the other is "Hold Tight," a simple vernacular glorification of homosexuality. But the music itself has seldom been attacked except in a most sweeping and general way. Which takes us back to where we started.
The music which we were listening to was a bald-faced sound picture of a good hot fucking, and nothing else, and for a person of any musical sensibility at all it isn't possible to overlook that. It bumped and ground on and on, and the girl looked at me with fuck in her eyes, and laughed again and then looked away.
I had to take one step to reach her, but before I made it she was almost out of the door of the booth. I caught her arm and pulled her back in.
"We both seem to have the same idea," I said. "That is, mine and yours ought to get together."
She didn't struggle or become angry. She seemed to resign herself immediately to being made a party to a hump-adventure right there, and the only thing she did was to glance out through the glass of the door to see if anyone could spot us.
I backed her ass against the wall and when I slid up to her, I got my first really good look at her face. Her eyes had that vacant, burnt expression that some women get when they're ready to be jazzed, and she was breathing hard, as though there wasn't enough air in the booth. She looked down at my hands opening her blouse, and she kept staring down at herself when I started to turn the record on again.
She wore a white lace brassiere that left a red line under her knockers and across her chest when I took it off. She opened her purse as calmly as though she were about to power her nose, and she put the brassiere into it and snapped it shut.
I mauled her teats and nipples roughly, the way you maul a favorite and playful pup. They were not as big as Evelyn's nor as big as the girl's at the rooming house, but they were very soft and delicate. She was a blonde, and like most blonde women, she had pink nipples.
"This is insane," she said, breathing hard, "I never in my life did anything so completely mad."
I held her skirt up and clapped my hand to her pussy. She was wearing lace panties to match the brassiere, but they were not as tight as the bra had been. It was easy to get my hand under the elastic and down on her belly into her bush hair. I pushed up against her and got the panties down on her thighs, and I put one of her hands on my pants and over my stiff prick.
I pushed back and forth and she kept her hand against my hard-on, but with her other hand she held her purse, and she stood there with her skirt up and her pants down holding the purse and rubbing my prick while I felt her up.
"If you'll come home with me," she said, "or if you want me to go home with you..."
I tried to get her legs further apart.
"I can't. My panties will have to go up or go down. Come home with me and let's fuck right." She panted.
I pulled her panties down and she lifted one leg to step out of them. Her heel caught, and she stood with one leg raised. I stuck my fingers in her cunt and she got her heel free. I held her leg up and pulled open my fly and she reached in and grabbed my prick. Her hand was hot and sweaty as it closed over my shaft.
The record had played to the end again. I started it over. The girl began jerking me off, holding the top of my prick on her belly and punching herself against it. I let it dig into her a few times and then I sagged my knees and brought it up under her. I pulled my fingers out of her wet cunt and shoved my cock into her bush and lifted myself until my cock was going up between her cuntlips.
I shoved her until her cunt was pressed on my pants, holding up her leg and jazzing my dong in little by little. She held my shoulder to help balance herself, and she still held the purse.
"We shouldn't do it here," she said. "If you'll come home with me we can fuck all we want to there."
Telling her that I had to catch a train would have been out of place.
"I can't stop now," I said.
I jazzed her a little, and when I looked down I found that her oozing cunt was making two dark, damp spots on my pants, so I opened a couple more buttons on my fly and opened it wider and took my balls out.
"God, I love the feel of your big nuts between my legs," she said.
She worked her twat up and down. Her cunt was open as widely as it could be that way and I was sliding my bush hair into it every time that I rammed my prick in. Her cunt was not very big, and because she was standing it seemed even smaller than it really was. I felt as though I was jazzing someone much younger, it felt so tight.
She leaned her shoulders back to the wall and shoved the lower part of her pussy out to me. Her belly made a wide curve against mine and her hips jerked. I thrust my cock up her so hard that she was lifted to her toes. The piano thumped.
The under part of her thighs were all wet now, and my hand slipped on her skin while I held her leg up. I leaned back and looked at my prick ramming straight up and disappearing into her hairy bush. The girl's panties had fallen down on one leg to her ankle; she was flinging her belly around and around and rubbing her ass against the wall of the booth as I fucked away.
"This is insane," she said. "This must be happening to somebody else. Do you know that I have a husband, and I never once so much as looked at anybody but him?"
I stopped jazzing her.
"What about your husband?" I asked.
"He's at work now. We could go to my house and he'd never know. I'd show you something. There wouldn't be anything to be afraid of."
I shoved my prick back, and she squirmed slowly up and down the solid shaft.
"You haven't been married very long, have you?" I said.
"Four months," she said.
All right. If it hadn't been me, it would have been someone else. If I were someone with the money and time to hang up some kind of record I would go after young married cunt.
"I can't show you everything I can do here in this little booth," she said.
I could imagine some man being very patient in teaching her to French him, and I wondered if she would go down on me there if I asked her, but I didn't try to find out.
"That's fine. What if your husband did come home?" I said.
"He'd kill me," she said. "He's told me that if I ever tried two-timing him he'd horsewhip me and shove the whip-handle up my ass-hole. He would, too. He's awfully jealous, you can't imagine."
"We'll just stay right here where we are. This is fine."
I felt her twat begin to twitch, and just as she did I shot. I grabbed her leg and lifted it as high as I could and speared her all the way up and let it pour. My prick ejaculated and she jazzed with everything she had when she felt it shooting up in her, but she couldn't make herself cum and I couldn't help her much. I kept my cock in until I saw that it wasn't any use, and then I stepped away from her.
She stood there, holding her dress up over her belly.
My white cum running down one leg.
Her panties hanging to the other.
Her blouse open and her titties out.
"I have to cum," she said "Please... Come home with me. I'll pay you. I have ten dollars saved out of the food budget."
She was still holding her purse. The record had played to the end again, and I shut the machine off. I looked out of the door and saw that Sammy was waving the last customer out of the shop.
I buttoned her blouse and she looked hopelessly at me. I stooped and helped her get her panties on again before Sammy came back.
"You can't do this to me," she said.
"It's like a chain letter, honey. You go to somebody else now," I said smiling.
I might have gone and humped her again to a rousing cum if I hadn't had to catch that train. I told myself that I would. I smoothed down her skirt and walked out of the booth.
Sammy was coming toward us.
"You sure like that record," he said.
"Sammy will take good care of you now," I said to the girl. "He's a good man."
I winked at Sammy and then I went out, leaving them both there and feeling a lot better than when I went in.
Chapter Three
I had more time to get to the train than I had thought, so I walked down to the station and bought a ticket and claimed my baggage. When I got on the train I fell asleep almost at once and slept on the whole trip up to the lake.
The job at the lake wasn't everything that I would have liked it to be, but it wasn't bad. It was a big clubhouse right on the edge of the lake, and part of it was built on piers out over the lake, and the Greek who owned it owned almost everything else in sight of the place. If you wanted a cottage you got it from the Greek, and if you wanted a canoe or a rowboat you got it from the Greek, and in fact, there wasn't much that you could do around there that didn't help the Greek along somehow.
The place where we were to play had been a regular dance hall to begin with, but the Greek had put in booths and tables and a kitchen and he had big hinged panels that could be let down along the sides when it rained, so it wasn't like any ordinary open pavilion. There was a good sized stand to play from, and he had a nice amplifying system. The band Nickie had picked up was eight pieces, and all of them were fellows I knew and had played with before. We were to play six hours a night, six nights a week, and the pay was ninety-five dollars a week with meals and a drink thrown in now and then. Nickie had rented a big cottage and that came from the Greek, too. It wasn't bad for what we had to pay for it. I found him there with most of the other guys and we argued about who was going to sleep where and finally getting that settled, Nickie said we might as well go down to the place and try a rehearsal, so we did. Soon everybody was there and it was pretty good as far as rehearsals go.
Nickie had gotten together a nice outfit, and in the first rehearsal I saw that if he could keep it together he would have something that might take him places. He knew it too, and about seven, when we broke up to have something to eat, he was all smiles. The Greek had stopped in to listen, and although he didn't have any idea of what he was listening to, he sort of grunted now and then. Nickie said that when he did that it meant he liked something.
After I ate I went back to the cottage to change to the white pants and sport blazer that we were to wear. Most of the other fellows were there changing too, and they all agreed that we were going to have a good summer.
There was a nice crowd there when we went back to the place, and after setting up and playing a couple of sets I saw that they were going to like us. That was more important than just being good, and the Greek came by and grunted a few times and everything was swell.
We took it easy even for a first night. It wasn't like a pavilion job, where you have to give them something to dance to all the time. Our job was to get them into a sweat, and give them plenty of time to buy a drink and cool off, then kick them into a sweat again.
"Play that fast one," the Greek told Nickie. "The one about the Tiger."
We played "Tiger Rag," and the Greek watched the people dance.
"That's a good one. Play that one a lot," he said. Play all fast ones."
A lot of people I knew and a lot of people I always saw around were up there from town. Some of them bought us drinks and some of them just asked us to play this or that for them, but they all seemed to like us.
"We're going to do all right here," Nickie said.
I thought so too. I began to have all kinds of visions about breaking into the big time when this job was finished. There were plenty of rough edges, but we had something good to build on.
A girl came up and wanted to sing with us. Nickie turned her down and she was sore, but the fellow she was with was very nice about it. He said he knew how it was.
"You know, we ought to have a doll to do the vocals on some of these," Joey Tussle said.
Joey sang some of the blues numbers himself, but as he said, there isn't anything like a good-looking piece of ass to put a number over.
"Yeah, I'll think about it," Nickie said. We played on through a few more, then some fellow who looked familiar came up to the stand and said hello to me. He was pretty drunk and he wanted to buy drinks for all of us. I told him to save his money. I couldn't think of his name, if I had ever known it, but I was able to remember some of the places where I had seen him when I was playing. I seemed to remember that he always had a big Swedish looking cunt with him. I couldn't think of anything else to say to him.
"How's the girl friend?" I said.
He put his finger up to his lips and looked around.
"I've got a real piece with me tonight," he said. "She's out in the car."
"Why don't you bring her in?" Nickie said. "Let her listen to the music."
"She's got a load on. She passed out on me on the way up, but boy, I'm telling you, she's a hot cunt-slinger."
His eyes were pretty glassy, and he sat down suddenly on the edge of the stand.
"Who is she?" the piano man asked.
"Some cock-sucker I picked up. She's out there in the car now. Passed out. But boy, does she like to go down on it."
"I guess it's time for another number," Nickie said.
The fellow waved and stood up and walked very carefully to one of the booths. I knew that the Greek didn't like to have stags in the place, and while we were playing I saw a waiter come up to the fellow and say something, and then he got up again and went out as carefully as he had gone to the table. He was gone for quite a while.
When he came back he had a girl hanging on his arm. She wasn't the one I'd seen with him before.
We played for about half an hour, and then the fellow was back at the stand.
"What do you think of her," he said. "Would you think that a nice looking girl like that would be a confirmed cocksucker? You know what? She tells me her old man is a preacher."
He opened his coat to show us what he had in his pocket.
"Maybe you think I'm kidding you. I got her panties, if you don't believe me."
"Get those things out of sight," said Nickie. "What the hell do you think this is?"
The fellow went away while we played the next set, and when we were finished he came back again.
"She wants to meet you fellows," he said. "She says you got a swell band."
Nickie looked over at the girl. She looked pretty drunk.
"Tell her she'll have to wait. This is our first night here, and we can't take any chances. If she's around at twelve, we have a half hour off then."
"Yeah. Okay, then. Twelve."
The fellow went back to the table and we kept on playing, and the next time I looked over that way I didn't see anyone.
We played through until twelve and then Nickie said all right, to knock off. We put the instruments up and went out for a little air.
"I wonder what happened to that guy? That babe looked like the real stuff," Joey said.
"They're probably on their way back to town," I said.
We were walking toward the lake, through the bunch of cars that were parked alongside the place when the girl turned up.
"Going someplace?" she said.
She leaned on the fender of a car. She was very unsteady on her feet.
"Sure. We were going down to the lake for a drink," somebody said.
"That's no good. You fellows come over to the car. We have a bottle there."
So we followed her. We followed her out of the car lot and over to the woods in a section that had been cleared. There was a big old Caddy stuck away in the trees. The girl pulled opened a door and hunted around in the door pockets and finally, she handed out a quart bottle that was almost full. It was rye, and not bad rye.
"Where's the boy friend?" I asked.
The bottle went from hand to hand.
I watched the girl sit on the fender of the car. She had a real load on all right, but she wasn't messy.
"I don't know, he's around here somewhere."
"Don't you know you shouldn't be wandering around out here alone?" Nickie said.
"Sure, something might happen to you."
The girl pulled herself upright. "What might happen to me?" she said.
"Anything. There are a lot of fellows around here without women of their own. Take us, for instance..."
The girl giggled. "You ought to see what I'm going around without. I hope I can find that guy. He has my panties."
"You're kidding us," said somebody.
"I am like hell. Look, if you don't believe me."
She hitched her dress up. She stood up straight and pulled her dress up over her thighs and showed us that she didn't have any panties on She stood holding her dress up to her belly, showing a real sexy bush and pink-lipped snatch. Someone in the crowd whistled at the lush twat, so invitingly displayed.
"That's why I want to find him," she said.
"I didn't see that. Let's see that again," said somebody.
Joey said, "We've got a cottage up here. You can come up there and show us."
"Don't forget, you guys, we've got a set to play," said Nickie.
"Aw, come on. Let's see that again."
The girl took the bottle from someone and handed it on. One of the boys felt her ass and she jumped a little.
"I'll tell you what. Let's get into the car and wait for Dick," she said.
"What the hell do we want with Dick?" somebody said. "Is that his name?"
The girl opened the door to the back seat and climbed into the car and dropped into a corner of the seat with plenty of leg showing. We looked in through the door at her.
"Why don't the rest of you guys take a walk?" Bubber Williams said.
He got into the back seat with the girl and handed the bottle back out and went after her. She turned her face up and let him kiss her and then her arms went around his back.
"Let's see that again," Bubber said.
The girl stuck her legs out against the back of the front seat and pulled her dress up. It was already over her knees, and she didn't have to pull it very far to get where things were interesting. She really had a gorgeous bush.
"Move over, Bubber," someone said. He got into the car. The girl looked at him, but didn't pull her dress down.
"What kind of girl do you think I am?" she said. "Do you think I'm going to take the whole bunch of you on?"
"Hey, you guys, we have a set to play, Nickie repeated.
"This kid knows what it's all about," said Joey. "Why don't you be a sport, kid?"
Bubber had the front of her dress open, and the girl was lying half across his lap while he felt up her big tits. I saw that the other guy, Skeets O'Connell, was running his hand up her legs.
"You've got me half undressed now. What kind of a sport do you want me to be?" the girl said.
"We haven't got time for this now," Nickie said.
"Like hell we haven't," said Skeets.
Both guys had hardons busting out of their pants, and my own dong was standing at attention, too.
The girl had both hands around Bubber's arm, but not to keep him from what he was doing. Most of his arm was down the front of her dress; his hand was moving back and forth over her tits under the dress. Skeets had her dress up the rest of the way then, and he was just looking at her pussy and feeling her legs.
"Give me another drink and I'll take the rest of my clothes off," the girl said.
Someone passed the bottle to her and she tipped it up and handed it back. She pushed Skeets and Bubber away and gathered her dress and pulled it over her head.
"Now don't anybody steal that dress," she said.
She didn't have anything on under the dress, and she leaned back, her tits and twat exposed completely naked except for ankle socks and loafers.
"What are you fellows going to do, take turns?" she said.
"Did you hear that? Take turns. I never knew girls could be such whores," Roy St. Dennis said.
"You've got lots to learn. Hey, we've got to get back to the stand," Nickie said.
"Why don't you take us on three at a time?" said Joey.
"I suppose you think I couldn't. Anyway, I could take you on two at once."
She stuck her hand in Bubber's pants and took out his stiff prick. She opened her legs for Skeets and commenced to jerk off Bubber's shaft in her hand.
"Don't forget about me," said Skeets.
The girl pulled his cock out too, and Skeets grabbed a handful of her pussy hair and put a finger in her cunt.
"How about showing us some of that stuff your boy friend was telling us about. He said you could French like hell," said Bubber.
"Did he tell you I did that?"
"Go on, kid, you don't have to worry about us talking," said Bubber.
The girl looked at his cock and at Skeets' prick and she looked at the rest of us watching her, and I didn't think she was going to do it because there were so many of us there.
"Don't you think it's bad enough as it is? What kind of reputation do you think I'll have after tonight?" she asked.
"If you jerk me off much longer my cock is going to shoot right in your face. Go on and French it. It won't hurt you," Bubber said.
Bubber and Skeets lifted the girl to the floor of the car, and Bubber opened his fly wider and dangled his balls when he sat down.
Skeets had the girl between his legs. He put both of her hands on his prick and held them there. She shoved her hands down and the big head popped through the foreskin.
"My old man's a preacher. Isn't that a laugh?" she said.
"You know there isn't anything like Frenching a juicy cock. Don't kid us along," said Bubber.
The girl let her face be pushed down until her nose was almost touching Skeets' prick. She stuck her tongue out and licked it, and Skeets winked at us.
"Get down on it good," he said.
She held his cock and rubbed it around her face, and Skeets grabbed her teats and squeezed them.
"Look at her loving it. My god, look at her loving it," said Roy.
She opened her mouth and pushed the cock-head between her tight lips like a big grape she was trying to split, and she rubbed it on her lips and put her head down lower. Skeets' cock slid into her mouth and practically disappeared up to his balls as she moved her head up and down.
"I knew that there were girls who liked sucking pricks, but I didn't think I'd ever see one."
Nickie looked at my watch.
"We've got to get back or the Greek will be raising hell. Any other night I wouldn't care but we have to get back, fellows."
The girl Frenched without paying any attention to anything else, unless it was Bubber, and all she did to him was to hold his prick and now and then jerk him off a little. Nickie reached in and pinched her ass as she wiggled it at him and then he slid his finger up and down in her cunt.
"I'd like to jazz that thing myself. But, damn, we have to work here all summer, and if we don't get back, the Greek will raise hell," he exclaimed.
"Don't give it all to him. I'm here too," he said. "Stick your mouth on this, kid."
The girl lifted her head and leaned across Skeets' knees and bit Bubber's leg. She ran her mouth up his pants and licked his balls and then put his prick to her lips. When she took it, she swallowed it in one gulp. Bubber held her head down, and socked his cock at her.
She jerked back when he shot, but he held her head and gave it to her. When she saw that she wasn't going to get away she put her mouth all the way down his shaft to the balls and let him spurt his hot come right down her throat. I saw that she had swallowed it. Bubber pinched his prick and got another drop out of the head.
"You're not through yet. Get back down on it," he said. She put her mouth on his prick and licked the drop off.
"Here's some more you missed. Lick the hair," he said. "Get every bit of it."
She licked and sucked around his belly and then Skeets pulled her back to him.
"I have to rest," she said. "Gotta catch my breath."
She leaned her head on Skeets' knees and Bubber buttoned his pants up and got out of the car.
"We can't wait any longer. You can come in later, Skeets," Nickie said.
Chapter Four
The Greek wasn't around when we got back. We set up in a hurry and went back to work. Bubber was playing like a weed artist who's on his high, and I thought he was going to split the bell of his trumpet.
"That blow job seems to have done you good," Nickie said.
"That was what I needed. I feel terrific," Bubber said.
Between numbers, Skeets came back.
"She waiting out there in the car," he said. "She's ready to take on the whole bunch. She likes us."
We couldn't think about anything but that babe out in the car all hepped up to go down on us all. Nickie thought it over and then said that we might as well take it while it was waiting for us, so we got it fixed up so that we would take turns at leaving the stand. Joey wanted to go next.
"And don't take too damn long," Nickie said. I can't say how we played that night. The boys kept going out and coming back, and when they came back they were so set up that they could find some real music in almost any number we played, and even those of us who hadn't gone out to see the girl got into it. Roy and I were the only two who hadn't fucked her by about two-thirty, and he looked pretty anxious when he put his instrument down and went out. But in about two minutes he was back, and the music he played was pretty sad. When that piece was through he told us that she was gone, and he had to take a lot of kidding in the next half hour.
At three a.m. we quit playing. We had something to eat and talked about a rehearsal for the next day, and then we broke up. There were still some people around and things to do, and those of us who didn't go to the cottage went off.
I went by myself down to the pier where the boats were chained. I was thinking of renting a canoe and going out on the lake for a while. While I was thinking about it somebody called to me and turning I saw the girl running down toward me.
"Have you seen Dick?" she said. "I can't find the car anyplace."
She had gone off by herself for a few minutes and when she came back the boyfriend was gone. Fine, that was fine.
"You'll have to catch a ride back with somebody else," I said.
The girl stumbled when we walked back up the hill. It occurred to me that nobody would want the responsibility of taking home a girl as loaded as she was.
"What's your name?" I said.
"Hope."
"All right, Hope. Let's go up this way." I took her up to the cottage. Some of the boys were upstairs raising hell, but there was no one downstairs. I told Hope to sit down, and she sat on the couch, her skirt riding up to her pussy.
"I'm going back to the Greek's to find you a ride to town. You stick around here until I come back," I said.
I had an idea that I could find her a ride and I went out and back down to the place. The cars were beginning to thin out and it took me quite a while to find her a ride. Most of the people there were as badly stoned as she was, and I didn't want to have anything to do with her getting killed in an auto accident. I finally found two couples who were going back. They said they had room and that they were starting back right away. I went back to get her.
Hope was lying on the couch. She had passed out cold and was lying on her stomach with her skirt up and her ass bare and one leg half on and half off the couch. She was a blonde, and the hair sticking out from between her legs was blonde and silky. She was still wet between the legs, and there were starchy patches of dried sperm on her thighs.
I turned her over and pulled one of her eyelids open. She was okay. She wasn't going to die on my hands, but she wasn't going to wake up either. I got her into a sitting position and worked on her for a few minutes but nothing happened. She was out for the night.
I sat down on a chair and looked at her and tried to think of what to do. I only knew her first name and didn't have any idea of where she lived, and it seemed like a dirty trick to pass her off on the other people, so I finally decided that she would just have to stay there.
She couldn't very well stay on the couch. We had arranged things so there were just enough sleeping space and blankets for everyone. That meant she would have to sleep in a bed and that meant my bed, because I didn't have any intention of making her luscious cunny a present to any of the other boys. I lifted her to her feet and managed to rouse her enough so that I didn't have to actually carry her, and got her upstairs and into the room I shared with Joey. I put her on the bed and undressed her. There wasn't much to take off, and in about a minute I had her stripped.
She wasn't any kid. She was young, but she was a woman, and she had much more hair on her pussy than I had around my cock. While I was looking at her she moved and put her hand down to her cunt and curled up with her ass toward me.
Just then Joey came in.
"Close the door," I said.
He closed the door and locked it and he came over to look at the girl too.
"When did she turn up?" he said.
I told him how she happened to be there and that it looked as though we were going to have her on our hands for the night.
"That suits me," he said, a hard-on showing in his pants.
He went to the girl and shook her. He rolled her onto her ass and squeezed her tits.
"Did you see her going down on me?" he said.
Joey sat on the bed and rubbed his thumb over her mouth a few times.
"Hey, you cocksucker, French this," he said. His thumb went into her mouth but nothing happened.
"Are you sure she's all right?" he asked.
I said yes, she was all right.
"Well," he said, "I won't stick around here. I've got a date on the other side of the lake. I just came back to get out of this monkey suit."
"I want to go back and tell those people not to wait, so will you stick around for a minute? I don't want to leave her alone like this.
"She won't go very far like that," Joey smiled.
I went out and closed the door after me. The people were gone, anyway, and when I got back I found Joey still undressed. He had the girl across the bed with her legs spread wide apart, her knees curled up and with her hole showing sperm dribbling out. He said he had just been fucking her.
"It's no fun when she doesn't wiggle that ass of hers." He shook one of her breasts and she didn't move, and he speared her cunt good with his fingers and she only moved her legs a little. He dressed and then stopped on his way out the door. "She's all yours," he said.
When he was gone I locked the door again. I put her in my bed and then wondered if I should go out and find myself some kind of date, but I decided not to. I got out of my clothes and put out the light and got into bed with the girl.
She was very soft lying next to me, and I couldn't keep my hands away from her. I pushed up against her and rubbed my cock into her big ass and reached around in front. I pulled at her nipples for a while and then I slid my hands all over her belly, her pussy and her thighs. I thought that I might as well fuck her, so I got my prick in under her ass and shoved it against her bush and then my head slid in as easily as though she had been helping.
I shoved my cock into her and pumped away for awhile, but Joey was right, it just wasn't anywhere near as much fun that way. I finally came inside her after awhile and stopped screwing her. I got as far to the other side of the bed as I could. After a long time I managed to go to sleep.
Sunday at the lake was a pretty dull day, and when I woke the next morning I didn't hear a sound. The girl was awake, sitting there deep in thought. I asked her what was on her mind.
She started to bawl. Now she couldn't go home. Never. Then it came out. Her father was a preacher, a strict disciplinarian. She didn't believe him when he said kissing boys was evil. That you would go to hell. She wanted to find out. She started out by kissing, and now, though she didn't mention it, she was an expert in the fine art of Frenching
"That's the story. And that means that this time I'm finished. He used to threaten to throw me out if I came home later than ten. Even if I hadn't done anything bad last night, he'd throw me out for staying out all night."
"I tried to get you home last night. It was pretty late then," I said.
"Thanks," she said. "Now tell me, who lives here?"
"The band. Eight of us."
She looked shocked.
"And did I-oh dear."
"Not here," I said. "You did that in the car, earlier."
I filled her in on the happenings of the night before.
"I must have been a mess with all that screwing and frenching..."
I thought she looked charming. I wanted to screw her again right then and there, and I told her so.
"All right," she said. "You don't hate me. That's good, but what do I do now?"
"I don't know. Maybe you should telephone your family so that they don't spend the day looking through the morgue or calling all the hospitals.
"There's just my father. I'll call him. It will make him happy to think I've gone bad and proved his predictions. I may even tell him about every cock I tasted and every prick that plowed me."
"How old are you? Do you have any money?"
"I'm eighteen and I have five dollars in that purse on the chair, if it's not spent."
"I guess you get a job, then," I said.
"Where?"
I had an idea. I was afraid to mention it to her, because all women think they can sing, but I finally asked her.
"I don't know, I've never tried," she said.
"You can find out today. That is, if you don't object to working with a bunch of guys who know you pretty damned well."
"They really all screwed me?" she said.
"They all did something to you. All but Roy and me."
"Well, if the boys don't mind working with me after all that sucking and fucking, I guess I can stand it. But I have to see if I can sing first, don't I?"
"That's the idea. Say, are you hungry?"
"Yes. If you'll look the other way I'll get some clothes on and if there's someplace to eat we can have breakfast together."
"Why the hell should I look the other way? I got to know every part of you pretty well last night."
She thought it over, then rolled out of her side of the bed as I rolled out of my side.
We stood and just looked at each other. My prick wasn't really hard, but it was pretty big, and she kept staring at it as if it fascinated her. This was sure one cock-crazy broad.
I gave her my comb to use and we got dressed and went downstairs. The only place in the house where they was any running water was in the kitchen. Nickie was reading a paper on the couch, and he looked surprised when he saw us.
"Hello, Nickie," I said.
Hope nodded too and we went to the kitchen.
"Is he one of them? Did I screw him?" she asked.
"His story is that you did practically everything," I said.
I showed her where to find the towels and then I went in to talk to Nickie about giving her a try-out with the band. He didn't like the idea at first, but he finally said he would see what she could do. That was all I wanted. Hope came in then, and I left her talking to him and went to the kitchen to shave. When I got back, Joey had come in, Roy was there and they were all getting along all right. I said we ought to have some breakfast, and Hope and I started for the Greek's.
"What about it?" I asked.
"They didn't say anything about the orgy we all seem to have had last night. I think I can get along with them," she said.
I get very surprised at people sometimes. I hadn't thought that the boys would have that much good sense. I didn't mention that.
Chapter Five
After we had eaten we got a canoe and went out on the lake. Hope remembered that she was going to call her father and inform him that she was now out in the wide, wonderful world. So we went back and she hung up in the middle of her old man's blast of piety. Then the boys were there, and it was time for rehearsal. Hope sat on the stand and listened while we ran through a couple of numbers. She knew enough about music for what she had to do, and from what little she said I knew that she had a feeling for the hot accent. The question was whether she had a voice. Nickie handed her a sheet with the words to a standard; "Lover Man."
"I don't need this," she said.
So we took the beat and played a chorus and she came in the second time around and went through it all right.
"That's not bad," said Nickie.
It wasn't bad at all. She wasn't anything to rave about, but that wasn't what we had been looking for anyway, because the only thing she had to do was look good to the customers.
"I'll have to talk to the Greek about it," Nickie said. "But if he says all right, you're in."
That made Hope feel pretty good, and she sang the next few a lot better. She was all right for what we wanted. Pretty soon the Greek came in and listened while she sang a few tunes, and then the three of them went off to a booth and argued a while. Then Hope and Nickie came back looking good and the Greek went someplace to make some more money.
"She's in," Nickie said. "The Greek is going to fix it for her to have a room at one of his cottages and he's paying her seventy-five."
I thought that was pretty good. We played on for another hour and then I took Hope aside and told her I thought she was pretty lucky.
"I think so too. Let's go for a walk and celebrate," she said.
We went back to the road that went around the lake and walked along it for a while until we came to a spot that was relatively clear of paper and beer cans. I was feeling glad that she had found me down by the lake the night before.
"Do you think I'll do okay?" she wanted to know.
"One way or another, you'll do," I said.
I gave her a cigarette and we sat there and smoked. She leaned back on a tree and I was reminded that she still didn't have any panties on, and for that matter, no clothes except what she had on. I asked her what she was going to do about that.
"I could go back to town and get into the house while my father is preaching his sermon tonight," she said.
There was a bus sometime that night, and I told her I would go down with her, and she said that would be fine.
She drew her legs up higher and laughed.
"It's sort of funny," she said. "The wages of sin is seventy-five dollars a week and a room at the cottage."
I kept looking up under her skirt at her bush and cunt, and when she saw what I was doing she moved her legs apart a little so that I could see better. My hard-on became so stiff, I thought it would never go down again.
"What was the name of that fellow I came up here with last night?" she asked.
I said I didn't know his name.
"What did he do, just give me away to everybody who came along?"
I told her again that the fellow had disappeared and we had met her out by the car and she had wanted to show her cunt, and bush.
"Like this?" she said.
She lifted her skirt and shoved her fanny forward and looked at me through the smoke of her cigarette.
"Not just like that," I said.
I went to the tree and sat down with her, running my hand up her leg. She put her legs together and I pulled them apart.
"That was my resistance. I never give in without a struggle," she said.
I patted her thighs and slid my hand between them and pinched the soft undersides, and I pulled her dress up all the way. Hope put her legs out straight and looked at them.
"I wonder how such a pretty little thing is such a cock chaser," she said. "Is that what you're thinking?"
"I wasn't thinking just then. And if I had been it wouldn't have been that."
"All right. But you wonder just the same, I'll bet. I do, I know. And I don't know the answer. I can't imagine why I'm such a push-over. I'm one of those girls that just love dicks-in my mouth, in my cunt or even up my ass."
I pinched the skin on her belly and shoved one hand up under her skirt until I had her tits under it. Anyway, she was easy to fuck after that, she got hot very quickly. Besides, as she said, cocks fascinated her.
Hope sat up and lifted her arms over her head so that I could slip her clothes off. I laid them on a stump and then put my clothes on top of it.
She grabbed my stiff prick and made a fist around it and drew up her muscles like a little boy.
"That bush hair drives me wild. Every time I see a man's bush-hair I want to take down my pants, even if it's just somebody old with whiskers," she said.
She dug her fingers through my bush-hair and felt my balls, rolling them around in her hand.
"I remember licking somebody's balls last night," she said. "Are you sure they weren't yours? They were awfully hairy, and I remember that there was sperm in the hair and I was licking it out, but I can't remember who it was."
"That was somebody else," I said.
"And I'll bet I was even too drunk to go down on you, then, wasn't I. That's the way I love to finish off a good fuck."
She rolled my prick in her hands and pulled the foreskin back from my big head, and by that time it was dripping a soft, clear glad-cum from my pee-hole. She got her fingers into my moist foreskin and rubbed them together lovingly and with real finesse.
"I could play with a prick all day and never get tired of it. Look at what it's doing now, all over my fingers," she said.
My prick-head was very hot and red when she rubbed it on her thigh. I pulled myself against her and shoved myself over her and made her slide down flat to the ground. She kept playing with my cock, running her encircling fingers up and down the rigid shaft to my balls.
She wriggled her ass on the leaves and grass with a rustling sound.
"I'll lick your cock first," she said. "I'll french you. I'll go down on you."
She whispered it. I dropped down on her with my hands on her thighs and my weight on her teats and pulled my prick over her belly and through her pussy.
"I'll do anything for you. I'll suck your balls or your prick or your fingers or toes or even your ass," she said.
Her legs on each side of me were hot-hotter near her cunt. Her lips were rubbing my cock.
"I'm crazy for men, all men. My mother ran away from my father with another man, and if she was like me I know why. When I'm tight you can see how really cock-crazy I am. But I'm not tight now."
She held my throbbing prick and rubbed it over her wet pussy and in her cunt, like a child laboriously tracing figures with a huge pencil, and jazzed her belly against mine. Her cunt was warm and soft and I could feel the wet bush-hair under my prick and the outer lips of her cunt slipping apart and taking the tip of my cock in.
I half stood and half crouched over her, and she raised her head far enough to kiss my prick and run her tongue over it and then she fell back again. I looked at her mouth. Her lips were sticky.
"If you stand up, I'll do it. Or come down further, but I can't reach you this way."
I crouched closer to her and put one hand under her head and put my cock very close to her mouth. Finally I pushed the knob over her lips.
"You can do it now," I said.
Hope looked up into my face and opened her mouth. The head slid into her mouth as her lips covered my shaft, and her tongue licked down on it. I shoved it further into her mouth, and she made a face and gagged a little, because I have a good-sized dong.
"That's just your own cunt-juice you taste. Is it really that bad?" I asked.
"Do you want to find out?" she said.
I stuck my prick into her throat right down to my balls and kept it there, and she sucked it without making any more faces. She sucked for a long time, harder and harder, until I had to make her stop or shoot in her mouth.
"What's the matter?" she said.
"You want to be fucked, don't you?"
I was sitting back on my heels, and my prick was still only a few inches from her lips. She stabbed her tongue out at it but couldn't quite reach it.
"I frenched you too long. It wouldn't be much fun for you to screw me when you were trying to keep from shooting all through it. Let me finishing sucking you," she said.
"What about you?" I said.
"You can jerk me off if you want to. I'd like to have you stick your fingers up my cunt and play with my clitoris."
If that was the way she wanted it, it was all right with me. I threw myself over to one side where I could get my hands on her wet cunt-lips and she could get her face at me and I grabbed for her pussy. She rubbed my prick over her face and stuck it into her mouth and went to work on it again. I slid two fingers down through her hair and into her slit. I rubbed them around in it and finally got them up into her hot hole and worked them in and out.
I had the feeling she was really enjoying this a lot more than what she had been doing in the car the night before, because then she had been quiet. Now she humped her ass up and down and I kept my fingers moving in her and I thought from the way she acted she might really cum before I let go my load in her mouth.
She had my prick half into her throat when I shot, and the first spurts choked her. But as soon as she had swallowed she was all right.
"I want to be sucking your dick when I cum," she said. "Don't pull it away."
She said that when my prick was soft and finished. I dangled it in front of her mouth for a minute, and it was wet and limp, but she wanted it, so I dropped it into her open mouth and she sucked it until she came, her cunny twitching under my fingers as she yowled like a cat.
After a couple of minutes she sat up and said "What times does that train leave?"
I looked at my watch and found that we had just about enough time to make it, so we got up and brushed the leaves and twigs from each other's ass and dressed.
We hurried back to the cottage and I borrowed some cash from Nickie and then we got a canoe and paddled across the lake to the railroad station. We chained the canoe to the pier and I went in and got tickets and the train pulled in just as I was leaving the ticket window.
Chapter Six
We arrived in town at a bad time of day for me, because the sun was just going down and I have never gotten over being a kid and feeling lousy about that time of day. Hope said that if she got a cab out to her house her old man would be gone when she got there. There wasn't any reason for me to and several reasons why I shouldn't go, so I put her in a cab and told her I'd meet her at the station.
I wandered around trying to think of a way that I could pass some time without spending too much money. I finally went down to Grauber's, a little joint that all the musicians hang out at and I found a few of the cats I knew.
I had a few drinks and listened to a lot of talk and heard who was playing where and who was coming up and who was going down and who was dead or ought to be, and in that way I managed to kill time in a fairly pleasant manner. I didn't forget about Hope, though.
I went back to the terminal, bought a magazine and some peanuts and waited for her to show.
I had an idea that she might not show up at all. The more I see of people the less I depend on anything happening as it is planned. I had a feeling that once she was back home, maybe in her own room that she had slept in ever since she was a kid and all that, she might change her mind about wanting to sing with the band. Or was it possible that her old man would return to find her there and keep her there. Any number of things might have happened, and the closer it got to the time when our bus was to leave, the more certain I was that they had happened.
I went to the ticket window and bought just one ticket and then I went back and ate some more peanuts. I had no intention of waiting for a later bus if she didn't show on time. But about three minutes before bus time she came running into the station with two suitcases. She was wearing a knitted suit, and at first I didn't recognize her.
"I didn't mean to take so long. I had to leave a lot of things behind, and I knew that what I left there I wouldn't see again, and it was hard to decide what to take."
Her eyes were too bright, as though she had been crying. I didn't say anything about that, and I took the suitcases and we went out on the platform where the bus was pulling in.
"Damn," she said. "Damn, damn, damn."
"I thought you didn't like him," I said.
She sat down on one of the suitcases while we waited for the passengers to get off and while a new driver took the place of the one who had come in and she looked down the platform.
"I don't like him. I don't like that house. But I feel a little bit lost. I feel like I were going off on a trip to the moon, or something,"
Once the city had been left behind Hope seemed to feel better. She stopped looking out of the window and took her hands out of her lap and put them in my lap. I got a hard-on from just her touch.
She felt around until she got her hand right over my prick and after she had rubbed her hand over it a few times I commenced to get an ache in my balls.
"You can do that as much as you like, but you aren't going to be screwed in this bus," I said. "I'm going to fuck that good-looking twat of yours in bed tonight.
Hope got her hand in my fly and slid her fingers around my prick and held it for a while. My prick got extra hard for a time, but when it started to soften again she took it out and then she took my balls out too.
"Just one little lick?" she said.
So she bent over the seat and put her head in my lap and her tongue on my balls and licked my dong. Every few minutes she would raise her head and take a drag on my cigarette or look out the window, but she got my shaft up again and she kept it that way. She had my bush hair so wet that when she put her lips into it and kissed me I could feel it squish, and she licked my balls so thoroughly that my pants were damp around them.
At the same time she kept moving the skirt of her suit up, and finally when she bent over me her one leg was bare to the hip. When the moon was traveling in the right direction, the moon came in on us and then her leg looked very white, but most of the time it was a soft, indistinct shape that was more exciting because part of it was shadowed.
Hope whispered to me. "Run your fingers up my leg. It gives me such a thrill when you do."
I traced my fingers from her knee to her hip, and when I did, she shuddered against
me and began sucking my prick hard. Because I didn't want any of the other passengers to stare around at us I patted her thighs very softly and soundlessly, and then slid my hand under her ass and goosed her right in the asshole. Hope jiggled her ass and squeezed my balls delicately while she licked the knob of my prick. Her tongue was very wet.
I slid a finger across her cunt-lips and tickled them and then I shoved it in and Hope gasped loudly. It was quiet in the bus and one or two people turned and looked back at us. Hope sat up very primly for a few minutes.
"Do that again in my pussy. I won't make a sound. I promise I won't," she said.
She bent over again and turned her ass up toward the window and then poked my cock into her mouth. Without sucking it very much, she held my prick in her lips and put
my hand on her ass.
I poked my finger into her again and used two others to open and close her cunt. Hope kept my prick in her mouth and I jerked her off by rubbing her hard clitoris until the bus began to slow down for the next stop. Then she sat up and pulled her skirt down.
"Wipe your mouth off. It looks too juicy," I said.
"My mouth gets that way when I smell oranges, too. Everybody says that I slobber when I go down on them or when I'm thinking about going down on them, and sometimes it isn't that at all, if there are orange anywhere in the room, my mouth does that. Isn't that funny?" she said.
"Does your cunt get wet when you smell oranges?"
"No, but it gets wet when I smell a prick. It honestly gets real gooey and if I'm going down on a man, when I get my nose near his cock I can feel juice begin to pour inside my cunny."
"Maybe you ought to use the other end more," I said.
"I don't french so much when I'm sober as when I'm tight. When I get tight I want to spend all my time on my knees with a cock shoved into my mouth. I shouldn't tell you this, but I love to feel that hot creamy stuff spurting down my throat. Do you know that every man's semen has a different taste?"
"I am not at all interested."
Hope pulled her skirt up and thrust her legs out as straight as she could get them in the cramped seat and looked at them. The gesture seemed to be a habit, and I wondered why she was so interested in her legs. I put my hand on one of them and squeezed it, and she pulled my hand up to her pussy.
"If you squeeze there, juice will come out," she said.
I squeezed her bush several times and she moved out to the edge of the seat and jiggled herself up and down on my fingers. I felt them become wet as they rubbed her cunt.
"If we don't stop this, neither of us is going to be in any shape to do any fucking later," I said to her.
"I'll just hold it. You hang on to me, too," she said.
She held my prick, squeezing it now and then, and I rubbed my fingers up and down in her pussy. That was how we rode the rest of the way to the lake.
By the time we got from the bus to the pier, I was damned sick of those two suitcases.
I unlocked the canoe and got the paddles from inside and we started off across the lake.
We got to the cottage where the Greek had fixed it for Hope to stay. We found her room and put the two suitcases away.
I patted Hope's ass trying to get her to lie down on the bed with me.
"It's too early to go to bed. Let's go get something to eat."
So we went back down to the Greek's and ate. Some of the fellows were there and the rest were in a poker game up at the house.
Chapter Seven
Roy was sitting in the poker game and when we came in I noticed that he acted funny. The rest of the guys were beginning to take Hope for granted now that she was part of the gang. Whatever she had done the night before was all past history. But Roy kept watching her when he thought no one was looking, and it finally came through to me that I had never seen Roy with a woman or heard him speak of screwing one. I wondered what would have happened if the car had still been there when he went out to try to fuck Hope.
Hope and I stayed around the guys for a while then got up to go. When we were outside she asked me about Roy and what was wrong with him.
"I never thought of it before, and he probably doesn't know it himself, but I think he's a homosexual. He's never hit anybody, so far as I know," I said.
Hope was all right. She said that we would keep it strictly our secret. We walked to her cottage.
"What's the matter?" Hope said.
"Nothing."
"You looked funny for a minute."
"I felt funny for a minute. I feel swell now. Let's go up to the cottage.
We went in and up to Hope's room and she locked the door. I like people who lock doors. When I was about seventeen, I was shoving it busily in and out of this girl's pussy on the sofa and her mother and father walked in on us. Her old man chased me fifteen blocks raving he'd cut my balls off...
Hope sat on the bed and lifted her legs for me to take off her shoes. I dropped her shoes beside the bed and reached up her legs and rolled down her stockings.
She picked up her skirt and shook her bush and twat at me and jerked her hips. I pulled her to me and let her sock it against me. She turned around and shoved her lush ass against me and jabbed her buttocks back and forth. I wanted so much to fuck her I pulled out my prick and tried to poke it into her ass-hole right there.
Hope slipped out of my arms and jumped up onto the bed. She stood there and flung her clothes wildly on the floor.
"Come and fuck me," she said.
I was with her in a minute, and I pulled her down with me. She fought me until I had her under me on the bed, and she began licking my armpits.
"The hair in a man's armpits is just like the hair around his ass. Did you know that?"
I told her that I had never given it very much thought.
"It's straight. It isn't like the hair around their cocks. And it feels silky when you lick it, and it feels damp."
This kid really knew all the fine points of fucking.
"They didn't teach that where I went to school," I said.
"You didn't go to a very good school, then, my junior English teacher taught me that in high school."
I gave her my stiff, up-curved pecker to hold so she would stop scratching my shoulders.
"It was funny to go there in the morning and sit in his class and have to recite and everything when only the night before I had him begging for a taste of my nooky."
"Everything seems to be funny to you,' I said. "Hell with the English teacher. Stop jerking me off and put your cunt around my cock."
She stopped jerking me off, but she didn't follow the rest of the suggestion. Instead she started to lick my belly, and then she turned suddenly and went after my toes. She put them in her mouth and sucked them, and she licked my feet and the back of my legs up to the base of my stiff shaft.
My prick had taken an awful lot of teasing on that bus ride, and when she got her mouth up by it again, I decided to really give it to her. I caught her head and shoved my entire cock right down to my bush and balls. She was willing, and she went to work on it in a way that showed she was a real cock-lover. She tied her tongue around it and clamped her lips down in a tight ring and it felt as though she might be trying to gulp it down.
"For God's sake, leave something for later," I said.
She stopped sucking.
"Can I lick your asshole now?" she said. I turned around and stuck my ass in her face and rubbed her nose right between the crack. She poked her tongue out and shoved it against my asshole as soon as she got her mouth close enough. She licked my ass-cheeks and she licked my legs and my balls. Then she rubbed her lips on my asshole and sucked it, taking both balls in her mouth at the same time.
"You have a nice asshole. Some men don't have very much hair around their ass, but you have, and I like to have them that way," she said. "It's real manly."
I shoved my ass on her mouth again. I liked the way that she went after it and sucked, and I let her suck me like that for quite a while. But I had an itch to get my prick into her attractive cunt. I had it ever since I had put it up her twat the night before and found out it takes two to make a hump-party. So pretty soon I stopped her reaming out my asshole and turned around and slid up to her.
I didn't have to tell her what I wanted, and now that she had gotten a chance to suck my ass she was as ready as I was to get a solid screwing. She spread and held her cunt-lips open for me to look into her wet, dark-pink hole, or climb into if I wanted to try, and she jerked her hips up and waited in position.
She didn't have to wait very long. I let myself down on her and let the head of my prick push on her cunt for a minute and then I snaked it in and gave her all of it, up to the hilt.
She was a lot tighter than she had been the night before, and I suppose that taking the screwing she had on the night before was the reason for the difference. Her vagina walls squeezed a little, but it was just enough to be pleasant and not enough to interfere with the thrill.
"This is nice," she said.
I thought it was pretty good too. She was taking everything I handed out, her cunt felt
closed around my prick, and it felt alive.
I caressed her nipples and they really jutted out. She twisted her ass around and kicked at the foot of the bed. Her belly was hot under me, and I noticed little beads of sweat coming out on her forehead and on her upper lip, as she gasped.
I fucked her fast and kept her too busy to talk for the next few minutes. When she did say something again she seemed to have gone off on another track.
"Who did you fuck last before me?" she asked.
"I don't know," I told her.
"Do you mean that you can't remember or that you didn't know her?"
"I didn't know her. I met her and screwed her and saw the last of her all in about half an hour. Now let's forget about that," I said.
"Was her body as attractive as mine?"
"Yes. No. I can't remember that. All I can think about is what I'm pumping into right now, baby."
"That's all right, then," she said.
When I reached under her ass I could feel a damp spot on the bed where her drenching pussy-juice had spilled onto it. Her ass was slippery with the stuff, and even her thighs were wet.
"I'm awfully juicy. I'm sorry," she said.
"Don't be sorry about that, I think it's marvelous, I'll be adding a little juice of my own in a few minutes," I said.
I liked her to be wet that way. I like to have a woman who fucks with real enthusiasm.
I like their cunts to have a good sharp smell, and I like them to screw like the devil and
if they grunt a little when I'm fucking then I like it even better.
I slid my hands around between Hope's thighs and goosed her asshole a bit while I fucked her, then I raised myself on my arms and we looked down at the lower parts of our bodies.
I could see what was happening better than Hope, but I couldn't see all of it without arching my back so far that I couldn't screw her as well as I wanted to. She liked to have me do that, though, and she said that she had always secretly wished that somebody would take pictures of her with a motion picture camera when she was, being fucked so that she could really see what her cunt looked like with a big, long prick shoving in and out of it.
"There isn't anything nice about me. I won't be surprised if you don't come back to my room again after all these things I've told you about myself," she said.
I didn't try to argue with her. I just fucked her somewhat harder, and that appeared to be all that she really wanted because when I screwed her hard she didn't talk very much.
Her cunt had opened out by that time, and my prick was slipping around in it a lot easier than when I first began to fuck her. She was by no means big, but her vagina walls were loosening up, and I was getting my prick in a lot deeper, and I was able to screw a lot faster.
"If I'm getting too loose for you I can put my legs together. That will pinch up my cunt smaller," Hope said.
"Don't you do that. This is just the way I like it," I said.
I pulled my prick completely out of her cunt, and then I drove it back all the way up her twat so hard that I felt something crack in my prick, and for a minute I was really worried. Nothing awful seemed to have happened, so I tried it again, and then I did it several times.
"I like that a lot. Do it like that now until you shoot," Hope said.
I kept searing her cunt with my cock, and each time that I poked it in she wiggled and each time that she wiggled, I thought that she had cum. But then when I pushed it back again she was as ready for the next one as she had been for the last. Now and then she would grab my cock when it was out of her and rub it into her pussy to get some of the juice off of it, because it felt better to her when it was a little dry, but about the only thing that she accomplished was to get her pussy soaked.
"I guess you're really a juicy cunt, aren't you?" I said.
"You ought to see my pussy when there are oranges around," she said.
"You told me all about that."
I pushed the tip of my prick over her cunt on the outside and then I felt it starting to spurt. I gave it to her as though I wanted it to go right through her, and she got it all the way in her steaming pussy, just in time to take a full load of fresh semen. I fell over her and let it shoot all the way up her cunny, and I was feeling too good about that to wonder about her. Then I felt her jerk, and she crushed my hips in her legs, and she squeezed as though she was squeezing the sperm out by doing that, and she didn't stop until I had finished shooting. I got up in a minute and lit up two cigarettes and went back and gave one to her. She was sitting up and looking at a little puddle of white, starchy stuff that was running back out of her cunt onto the bed. I went to the bureau and found a towel and gave it to her to put between her legs, and I thought she would wipe the stuff up from the bed with it too, but instead she crouched like a cat and lapped it up with her tongue, as though it were cream. She wasn't kidding when she said she liked the taste.
I thought of mentioning that she was having her cake and eating it too, but it was such a feeble joke that I didn't say it, and like a lot of the bad jokes that I haven't told anyone it has bothered me ever since. It's like the game children play of stepping on every crack in a sidewalk. If I miss one I feel incomplete for a while, and the trouble is that running back to step on that particular crack doesn't seem to help much. In a way it's like what happens when you have been sitting with your hands clasped and then unclasp them for a moment. No matter how hard you try, you will not be able to make the warm parts coincide again, and a little thing like that can be very annoying to a guy like me.
Chapter Eight
Hope sang her first song the next night. She was nervous and really pretty amateurish at first, but the customers gave her a hand anyway, and by the end of Monday night she was giving them stuff that they could applaud just for what it was. Everything went along all right.
People began to come back to hear us play and some of the boys from around town came up now and then to listen and sit in for a few numbers. The Greek came around and grunted at the proper intervals and we were doing good.
For that first week I fucked Hope most of the time, and since all of the other guys had seemed to agree that the way we met her was something to be forgotten that was all right too. We spent a lot of time out on the lake in a canoe, and we did some fishing and swimming and she got a tan that made her look ravishing in the white evening gown she usually wore on the stand.
Things went on like that until Saturday, the band getting better all of the time and no squabbles. On Saturday night there was a crowd there that one of the waiters said was the biggest he had ever seen at the place. At about eleven o'clock that night everything was going good and we had just finished a Latin-jazz number that I still wish had been put on tape, when one of the waiters came up and said that there was a woman in one of the booths who wanted to see me.
He pointed her out to me, and I had never seen her before in my life, but he said that he was sure that it was me that she wanted to see.
So I left the stand and went over to her. She was a very sexy-built broad.
She asked me if I was who I am, and I said yes, that was me, and she asked me to sit down. She told me her name. Laddie Jones.
"Do you know Eddie Pelter?" she asked me.
"I know him."
"He sold you half a lottery ticket."
I had forgotten about that. I still didn't see the connection, because she wasn't the kind of girl that Eddie would know.
"I guess he did. So what?" I said.
The girl looked at me. "There's a spot on your tie," she said.
She scratched it off with her finger and brushed it away.
"I bought the other half of that ticket," she said. The drawing was today and that ticket won."
I figured it must have been a couple of hundred dollars anyway. I could use that just then.
"How much did it win?"
"Eighty thousand dollars."
People were talking and drinking all around us, and nothing had happened when she said that. There wasn't even any applause. She just said it quietly and calmly.
Over on the stand Nickie was at the piano playing the little break that meant he wanted me back for the next set, and there was this girl I had never seen telling me that I owned half of eighty thousand dollars.
"Will you say that again," I asked.
She did. Eighty thousand dollars. And I owned half of the ticket that had won it. I looked over at the stand and Nickie was making signs for me to get the hell back for the next number, and he didn't look any too pleasant about waiting. So I got up from the table and told the girl to be sure not to go away and I got back on the stand.
"What the hell," Nickie said. "I don't give a damn, but the Greek is watching us."
"Okay, okay," I said.
"That's some doll," Skeets said. "Why don't you have her come around."
"What's her name?" Joey asked.
"Would you guys mind playing some music," Nickie grated.
We played through the set and then I put down my instrument.
"This is important," I told Nickie. "I have to talk to her."
"What's the rush? If you've knocked her up, another few minutes won't hurt," Nickie said.
"It's about money."
"Don't let her hook you for more than fifty bucks. For fifty bucks she can get a good doctor," somebody said.
I went back to where this Laddie Jones was sitting, and I was surprised to find my hands shaking when I lighted a butt. I hadn't known I was nervous.
"You know we won't get the full amount. There are taxes and things," the girl said.
That was more in line with the way things happen. I would probably end up with that hundred bucks after all. But when she told me about how much would be left it was still a lot of loot.
"I still think there's been a mistake. If this is on the level, it's the first straight thing that Eddie Pelter ever steered me to. I suppose I ought to give him something to encourage him," I said.
"The people who run the lottery gave him a percentage bonus. You probably won't see Mr. Pelter again after he gets it."
She was right about that. The first thing Eddie did after he got the money was to buy a car and try to go into the business of smuggling Cuban exiles in through Canada at a thousand dollars a head. The government didn't go for the idea, and I didn't get a chance to see Eddie before they put him away.
We talked details about getting the money and so on, and then I asked her what she was going to do with her share.
"I haven't the slightest idea. Do I have to do something with it?" she asked.
"I guess not. But most people who have a slice of dough like that fall into their hands begin to make plans for getting rid of it. You go to the movies, don't you? You must have seen one of those stories."
"I have-it always seems terrible to me-all that money falling into the hands of such wholly incapable people."
I was still trying to figure things out. The name she had given me had a more or less familiar ring, but I knew that I had never seen her before and, as I said, she didn't seem like the kind of a girl that would be chummy with Eddie Pelter.
"I'm not a snob. But for those awful individuals you mentioned-the sweepstakes winners one sees in the movies-"
"Yes, that certainly is terrible. How did anyone like you come to know a creep like Eddie Pelter?"
The girl stopped a waiter and ordered another drink and I told him to bring me one too. I noticed Nickie frowning at me.
Poor old Nickie.
"What do you mean, anyone like me? Why did you say it that way?"
I told her she wasn't the kind of girl that I generally saw with Eddie, and that she didn't act like any of the broads who were around in places where Eddie hung out. She raised her eyebrows at that.
"You really don't know who I am then, do you?" she asked.
"I know that you said your name is Laddie Jones. Should that mean something to me?"
"Did you ever hear of Rutherford R. Jones?"
Then I caught on.
"I don't read the society columns," I said. "But I suppose I've heard of you."
"It's amazing to meet someone like you. But it's so absolutely refreshing. You've heard of the Milk Fund, haven't you?"
"What does that have to do with it?"
"I thought that you might at least have remembered my name in connection with the last drive we had. You must certainly have heard about the Jazz Festival we had last year. Or perhaps being a musician, you'd remember if I told you that we had Duke Ellington and Dave Brubeck play for us."
"I guess I remember hearing something about that. Why didn't you hire a troupe of performing elephants too?"
"But we did. I can see that you didn't take much interest in the Festival."
"I'm afraid not. Did anybody?"
She told me that everybody who mattered was there.
"Incidentally, I'm expecting a contribution from you now, you know."
"I'm sorry. I don't think that I want to subscribe to the Milk Fund."
"But it's charity. Do you realize the extent of the good work the Milk Fund accomplishes every year?"
"I'll look into it. We can talk about it some other time. I'll have to get used to the idea of having that much money before I start getting rid of it."
She looked at me over her drink and smiled by pouting her lips.
"I don't believe that you approve of me," she said.
"That doesn't matter, does it? We both happened to be on the same lottery ticket. That's all there is to it."
"It's the strangest feeling. Quite weird, really But I'm intrigued. Your disapproval absolutely fascinates me. I'm glad that I came up here."
She sure was one cool chick.
"I wondered about that," I said. "Why didn't you send your lawyer or someone like that? You could have saved your time for your-Milk Fund."
"But that would have spoiled the entire adventure. And it's been so thrilling, all of it."
She looked around over the floor, at the people dancing and the people sitting and drinking, as though she expected another thrill from that. I thought of the thrill I'd like to give her by pushing my penis into her very social twat.
"I have a job here," I said. "At least until I have that money in my pockets. I'll have
a half hour off in a little while, if you want to wait. I can talk to you then."
"I think I'll wait," she said coolly.
So I went back to the stand and played until midnight. The boys had plenty to say about her, but I didn't tell them who she was or why she was there. After we had played a couple of numbers, she got up and went out. I thought that maybe she had changed her mind about waiting, but at a few minutes before twelve she was back again and sitting in the same place. At the intermission I got over to her before any of the boys had a chance to decide that they wanted to be introduced.
"This isn't a very good place to talk," I said. Let's go out and walk some place."
"I rented a canoe. We could go out on the lake. That's private enough, isn't it?"
I noticed when we went out that Hope was watching us closely, and she didn't look too happy either. I waved to her and she brightened up some and waved back.
Chapter Nine
Laddie Jones and I went down to the dock and got the canoe she had rented. She paddled a lot better than I had expected her to, and I told her so.
"I'm not absolutely helpless," she told me. "I suppose that it would be a surprise to you if I said that I sometimes brush my own teeth in the morning."
"Your ancestors were old pioneer stock, I suppose," I said.
"Officers in the Revolutionary War," she said.
"Mine were just buck privates."
We were well away from the shore line and we let the canoe drift then. She turned around so that she could face me and not have to shout over her shoulder. When she saw me looking her up and down she smiled.
"I don't know why I should be out here in a canoe with you," she said.
"I don't know either. You came up here to tell me that we won some money together. I'm glad to hear it, and I wish that I had owned the whole ticket. I guess that's all there is to say. You can leave anytime the party gets dull."
"Why don't you like me?" she said.
"I don't know."
"Because I have money? That's why a lot of people don't like me. Or because I'm so trivial. I know that I am, you see."
"I can't think about it much right now. All I can think about is that money."
"I don't think that you're so much of a strong character either, if you want to know."
"I'm sorry, sweetie, but it doesn't matter very much. If I don't like you I guess it's because you're not my kind of people."
We sat quietly for a few minutes.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked.
"Nothing. Everything. It wasn't anything important.
"Were you thinking about what you intend to do with the money?"
"Partly. Don't you ever sit still without thinking about anything?"
"Not very often. Tell me, what are you going to do?"
"I'm one of those awful people in the news-reels. I don't know. I never had any money before. But there's a lot of this country that I haven't seen yet. I think I'll do that first."
"And in a year you won't have any of it left. That's what always happens."
"Oh, I don't know. Anyway, it's just money. It came easily."
We were drifting close to two men who were fishing from a boat. I turned the canoe and drove it away from them.
"I was thinking when I was out on the lake before," she said, "that if you were the right sort of person I could have had a lot of fun out of this. But I can see that you're not."
"What do you mean, fun? Don't you have fun? What about the Milk Fund?"
"No, I'm sure that you're not the right person. You probably won't understand any part of this. But I had a weird idea. There was a party, you see, and it was awfully dull, and someone suggested that we leave and go slumming. That's how I happened to be in that dreadful place, and buy part of that ticket. And I thought when I had won that it would be fun to meet the person who held the other half. That I might find myself in the midst of something that would be marvelously thrilling. But all you want to do with your share is to go about looking at bridges and mountains and canyons."
"We'd better start back. I have another set to play," I said. "I don't want to get fired."
I was pretty tired of that broad at that moment, even if she did have nice tits and a big ass. I didn't feel sorry for her, as she evidently wanted me to. That was the first time I had ever run into the species, and the only thing I felt was a pain in my asshole.
We docked the canoe.
"I'll probably see you again. There's probably a lot of red tape connected with collecting on that ticket." I said.
"Yes. I'll see you again."
So I left her and went into the place as the boys were all setting up again. They wanted to know about her, and Hope wanted to know who she was.
"I'll tell you all about it later," I told Hope. "It's funny."
But I didn't get a chance to tell her about it that night, because at two, just after we had finished playing, Laddie Jones turned up again. She came to the stand with two drinks, one of which she was just finishing.
"I had an idea after I left you. I thought that if I bought you a drink we might be better friends," she said.
I asked one of the boys to take my instruments up to the cottage and I took the drink and went outside with her. I thought, this dame has hot pants for me, or something...
"There's something I want to talk to you about. And I think it would be a good idea if we went up to the lodge now," she said.
"The lodge?"
"We have a shack about thirty miles from here. There isn't anyone there now."
"There isn't anyone there?"
"Not now. Do you want to drive up with me? It wouldn't take us long."
I hadn't been expecting anything like that. But, surprise or no, there was only on answer. I said it was all right with me and my cock got half-hard again promptly.
"The car's over here," she said.
She was driving a yellow and black Cadillac convertible that really looked like the money. She opened the door and asked me to get in first.
"You'd better drive. I feel a little tight," she said.
I got behind the wheel and worked the car out of there and onto the road that went around the lake.
"That's strange. You knew exactly where the starter was," she said.
"I used to work in a garage. That's how people like me find out those things. Which way?"
"You turn left on the highway and drive until I say stop. That won't be for about twenty-five miles."
She didn't say anything more until we were out on the highway. It was a fine night, and the only traffic consisted of an occasional truck, and it was pretty good to be driving along in a car like that with the top down and a good looking broad in the seat, knowing that you had just come into some easy money. I felt fine. I turned the radio on.
"You're happy, aren't you?" she asked. Questions like that embarrass me. "I think I am. Why shouldn't I be?"
"I was just wishing that I were."
"Well, why aren't you? You just get into a car and start for someplace and there you have it."
"Everything is all right with you. Now that you have a little money you can have fun.
I wish it would be that simple for me."
I decided that right there was where I would begin to take it easy. I didn't want her to get weepy about her troubles and spoil my night. I kept still.
"I'm bored" she said. "I'm bored and sick. I want something to happen to me."
"It just did. You just won a lot of money. That's enough to make me happy. But I have simple tastes."
"That's the trouble. Things happen to me the wrong way. You're happy because you've won a lottery. The same thing can't mean anything to me because I don't need the money. You're happy in thinking about traveling across the country, while I'm dreading starting off to Europe again in a couple of weeks."
She was really busting my balls with that line. The big car purred smoothly along with the tires singing.
"You don't have to go, do you? Will something awful happen if you don't?"
"No. Nothing awful would ever happen to me. That's what I've been thinking about tonight. I'm not going to go on being like this."
"What are you going to do?"
"I've started already by asking you to come up to the lodge. That's the sort of thing I've never done."
"What's the idea?" I said, my prick stiffening to a full hard-on.
"I don't know. I just want something to happen to me. And I've been thinking of something else, too."
I asked her about that, and then she told me about a marvelous idea she had for going into business. But it was a business she couldn't go alone. That was where I came in. Someone she knew had a big country place that they wanted to get rid of because the new highway had cut too close to it, and it was her idea that the place could be converted into a country club that would be something special in the way of country clubs. It was also her idea that we should pool the money we had just won and go into partnership. I didn't think much of the idea at first, but she kept talking about what a grand old house it was and the location and the trade we would get, and after she had talked for about ten minutes without stopping I began to get interested.
And that was the biggest mistake I had made to date.
"How much would all of this cost?" I asked her.
She didn't know about that, but she thought it would cost almost as much as we had coming to us to do it right.
"But we would have the money back in no time," she said.
Then she told me what prices the trade we were going to have would be willing to pay. It sounded to me as though one good week would bring back everything we had to lay out.
We kept talking about it, and then she said to take the next turn to the right and we went down a road for a few miles and then turned off onto one that was smaller and then turned into a little road that was marked private.
She had said that the place was a lodge, and I stopped the car just to look at it. It was finished with split logs, and I suppose that made it all right to call it a lodge, but it seemed big enough to be a hotel.
"We can leave the car right here," she said.
I followed her to the door and she got a handful of keys and we went in.
"I'll fix you a drink," she said.
I needed a drink. My guess, at looking around at the inside of that place, was that my share of the money would just about furnish it.
"Is this where you rough it?" I said, watching her shapely body when she came back with the drink.
"I hope this place hasn't made you afraid of me. I thought we could be alone here. And I'm depending on you, you know," She said.
She was sloshing the drink from side to side in the glass, swaying her shoulders a little with the movement, so that her teats shook slightly-she knew how to give a guy hot nuts.
"This place is empty most of the year, and I've always wanted to bring a man here. I almost did, one time, but I lost my nerve."
I kept looking at her legs. She was a tall girl, and the low chair she was sitting in made them seem very long and graceful.
"I'm a bit tight," she said. "But for what I want to happen, I guess I should be very tight."
"I guess you ought to be. Are you sure that you're not trying to kid me?"
"Why would I want to do that?"
"I don't know. But haven't you ever been jazzed?"
She wasn't used to the word, and she looked shocked.
"You're just as crude and direct as I thought you'd be. It's marvelous."
"Later for that. Have you ever had it?" I asked again.
"I didn't expect to be cross-examined. But I suppose you have a right to know what you're getting. The answer is yes. But I've never heard the term you just used."
"You look as though you'd be good cunt," I said.
She really did, but that wasn't the reason that I said so. I just wanted to see what the word would do to her. It made her blush fiery red.
"Thank you," she said. "Will you have another drink?"
"Bring the things in here. Let's make it convenient," I said.
She brought the bottles and things in on a pewter tray and set them on a kind of coffee table that I finally recognized as an old fashioned cobbler's bench, and when she had fixed two more drinks, I asked her to sit on the couch with me. She finished her drink very quickly and poured herself another.
"I want to get as tight as possible. I'm afraid I'll lose my nerve if I don't. "How about you?"
I told her no. I didn't have any reason to drink much more, and I knew a lot of pretty good reasons for not drinking much more. I put my hand on her leg and squeezed it. The muscles in her leg tensed and she stopped with her glass halfway to her mouth and stared at my hand. I sipped my drink and stroked her leg and she watched that a while and then she relaxed. She laid her head against my shoulders and put one arm around me and rubbed her fingers up and down my side, from my armpit to my hip.
I stroked up her legs, still without going under her dress. I slid my hands across her belly and up to her titties. She was wearing a brassiere that made them feel tight and hard, but I had an idea that without it they would be quite soft, because they were very big.
I looked at her and she did not say anything. I reached behind her and felt for the hook of her bra. I unfastened it through the dress, finding the snaps and opening them by the feel. It must have been very tight, because it popped apart like a broken rubber band, and when I touched her teats again they were hanging very full and loose inside her blouse. They were a luscious pair of breasts.
Chapter Ten
She took a long swallow of her drink and set the glass down. Her fingers were making slow, nervous motions on my thigh, and she was biting the corner of her mouth in a funny way. I hoped that she was not going to have an attack of conscience or anything because I was beginning to need all that she had. This broad had given me a wild hard-on she'd have to take care of, or get raped. After the liquor and all the talk I just waited for her to say something.
"I don't feel so brave about this as I did," she said. "And I don't really know you. I don't know you at all."
"I thought you wanted adventure," I said.
I wanted to fuck her so much that I even tried to talk her language.
She drummed her fingers absently on my ribs.
"Well?" I said.
"Well, before it was someone that I had known for years. And you're so-"
"Plebian? Crude?"
I was beginning to be annoyed with fooling around, and I suppose that I sounded annoyed.
"No. Different. But I think it could be fun if I knew how."
I wondered what she meant by knowing how, but I didn't ask. I let her go on.
"You see, one can't tell what people are going to be like. But I suppose if I knew how it was going to be that would spoil it."
She stopped talking and finished her drink. She tossed her head and then she put her hand over mine on her breast and pressed it closer. She was very definite about showing me that she was going to go on with it, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that her tits were warm and soft and felt good. I opened the top button of her blouse and slid my hand in under the hanging brassiere and touched a nipple with my thumb. It was like a piece of wrinkled silk at first, and when I rubbed it between my fingers it became very stiff and the wrinkles disappeared.
She put her cheek against my face and it rubbed upward against the stubble of my beard.
"That's weird," she said. "When I rub down its smooth, and when I rub upward you're all whiskers."
I opened another button on her blouse. She laughed a little and opened all the rest of them herself. I pushed it back so that one of her breasts stuck out. I jiggled it in my hand and she stared down at it as though she had never really looked at it before. She jumped when I put my face into her titties and grabbed one of her nipples in my mouth. She acted as though she expected me to bite it, but in a minute she was stroking my hair and pressing my head to her, and I knew that she liked the feel of it. I worked on both of her breasts and before I was finished she was almost wriggling on the couch.
"You like to have your tits sucked, don't you?" I said.
She wrinkled her brows. "Does everything have to be put into words?" she asked.
"I guess so. I don't know of any better way of communicating," I said.
I did not think it would do any good to tell her that it was especially attractive to say the words to a woman who so evidently was shocked by them. I could see that I was going to say a lot more to her, too.
She bent her head and looked at her tits. She touched one of the nipples with the end of her finger and then rubbed the back of her hand roughly across it, and when she took her hand away the nipple pushed out again, very slowly. I caught both of her hands and put them down on my thigh.
She slithered up against me and began to rub her fingers up and down my thigh. She turned her head so that her hair tickled my nose, and I put my face into it so that it did not tickle. It smelled nice, and it was as fine and soft as a kitten's. I pushed my nose over onto the back of her neck, and when I breathed on the back of her neck she shivered.
I slid my hand down over her belly and pressed against it. She put her hand over mine and played with my fingers.
"Could we have one more drink?" she asked.
My nerves were beginning to feel jumpy and I wondered how long she was going to keep this up. I had a dull ache in my balls already.
"You have one," I said.
She quickly mixed herself another drink and smiled at me as she lifted it to her mouth. I had forgotten how many drinks she had, had, but I knew that it was more than most women can handle without being pretty drunk. Maybe it's part of a debutante's training these days to learn to drink like a fish. She leaned against me when she had downed the drink.
"I feel wonderful," she said. "But don't let me have another drink. I'll end up just going to sleep."
She pulled a couple of pins out of her hair and put them down somewhere and then she fluffed her hair out with one hand. I said something not very funny about letting her hair down and she laughed as though it were a good joke. She had had plenty to drink, I thought.
I couldn't see any reason for continuing this polite tea-party atmosphere any longer. If she was going to be laid I wanted to get started, and if she wasn't I wanted to know about it, so I grabbed her and pulled her down to the pillows with me and began socking my hips against her twat. I pushed hen skirt up and ran my hands over her thighs. I was surprised to find that she didn't have any panties on, but I did not waste any time thinking about it. I shoved my hand up against her pussy and stuck my fingers into her thick bush-hair. She had a lot of hair. I rubbed my hand around in it and over her belly and then I got my fingers against her and pushed her legs apart.
She lay with her eyes closed, and she was very still. I was afraid that she had taken one too many drinks, but when I started to slide my fingers back and forth over her pussy-lips, she opened her eyes and put her arms around my neck. I felt a lot better then, but my prick was bothering me by pressing hard under my pants. I took her hand, opening my zipper, and put it where I thought it would do the most good, and her eyes opened wider when she felt what I had given her. I held her hand there until she curled her fingers around my prick and began to pet and stroke the head.
She did not object at all when I undressed her, and when I saw her there, white and naked, with a fabulous cunt, I hurried to get my own clothes off.
I slid up against her again and rubbed the shaft of my prick over her belly. She lay still, feeling it, and then she pushed me away to be able to look at my cock. I knew what she was thinking, and I also knew that she would not say anything about it.
"What about it? Do you think you'll like it?" I said.
She did not answer, but she reached down and touched it with her fingers, just putting the tips of them against the head at first, then winding them around the thick shaft. Her hand was slender and white, with long fingers. My cock looked very coarse and big in it.
I pushed forward enough to make my engorged cock-head slide out. The redness was more than red on her white hand, and it was shiny with the cum juice that was dripping from the end.
"In a few minutes that will be all the way up your pussy, Laddie," I said.
That made her blush, but she looked more pleased than offended. I jerked my hips and slid my cock back and forth in her hand. She held it tighter, and then she found out that she could move the foreskin off the head the same way herself. I lay still, and in a minute she was jerking me off.
But that didn't mean much to her after the novelty of it had worn off, and she soon took her hand away. She pressed her belly up to me again and my cock dug into it. I pinched her ass, and the wide cheeks tightened up until they were no longer soft.
"Wiggle your ass, you little cunt," I ordered her.
She moved away from me, and her face wrinkled up as though she might begin to cry.
I had everything to lose, and I didn't want my hungry cock left up in the air just then.
She softened up again and I put my arms around her. I wasn't going to let her get away again, and I decided that the best thing for me was to keep my cock over her belly and against her pussy leaving wet marks where I touched her.
I tried to be patient with her, and when she hesitated about opening her legs, I took my time, and after a few minutes I got them apart and they stayed apart. I moved around and slid my cock between her thighs, and when the head pushed up against her cunt she began those funny little noises, as though she was beginning to want it the way I wanted her to. I could feel the warm juice coming from her cunt. My prick became quite wet where I rubbed it against her.
I climbed over her and rammed her cunt-hole with the end of my prick. She reached between and helped me get it into the right spot. I was glad to see her act like that, because I had been afraid that she wasn't going to cooperate with this fucking and that I would have to do it all.
"Oh, hurry," she said. "Shove it up all the way."
I liked that. I would have liked it better if she had said "fuck me," or anything, but at any rate she was showing that she wanted her pussy fucked and that was something.
I held my cock at her pussy-hole for a minute and then I socked it into her. I had been ready for so long that I didn't stop to remember that she had only had it twice before, so I didn't think to be careful. My cock rammed into her a long way before I realized how tight she was, and I stopped then and looked at her. She was smiling all over.
"Don't stop. It feels good," she said.
"What feels good?"
"This," she said.
"This what? You know what it is."
"I don't want to say it," she said.
"You can do it, but you can't say it. That isn't very logical. What do you call it?"
"Fucking," she whispered.
She said it very carefully, like someone speaking a language not his own. It didn't have any feeling the way she said it, and I wondered what it really meant to her. But if she didn't like the words she did like what they stood for and I didn't ask for any more than that then.
I rammed her with my cock again, and this time I could almost feel the juice spraying out of her vagina. She hung on my shoulders, and she made herself so heavy that I could not move freely, so I took her hands off and held them down beside her. I began to screw her very hard then, and her cunt seemed to get tighter, and every time that I gave it to her she would gasp, but she kept smiling and wriggling her ass, so that I knew that I wasn't giving it to her harder than she could take it.
"You're acting like a cunt now. And you smell like a cunt," I said. I slipped my forefinger into her asshole up to the knuckle, and her ass jumped and twitched as If I had branded her with a red-hot iron.
Her thighs were slippery with the juice that had run from her cunt, and she really did smell of it. And when I said that she was acting like a cunt I wasn't just talking. I was trying to keep from shooting, but she was moaning and jerking her hips against me so that I couldn't stop or even slow down very much.
There wasn't anything that I could do to stop it, and my cock ejaculated. The sperm spurted out and filled her cunt, and she still kept socking her pussy against me. I tried to hold on, but I could see that I wasn't going to get anywhere, and I pulled my prick out of her. She nearly went crazy, and she rolled around and grabbed my cock and tried to stick it back in her cunt again, so I finally picked her up and carried her over to a big bear-skin rug and dumped her ass down on it.
She lay there with her face all twisted up, rubbing her fists over her bush and on her cunt.
"Don't do that. It will be all right. Just a minute," I said.
I sat down on the rug and I put my hand on her pussy and rubbed it a little, and in a minute she was quieting down.
While she was laying there, I took one of her hands and put it back on my cock. She tried to slip the foreskin back and slippery semen got on her hands. She looked at them with a strange expression and then wiped them on the rug.
"Will it get like that again? Big and hard?" She didn't look at me, and her voice was low, as though she was ashamed of asking that, or of wanting to be screwed.
"It would if you'd go down on the head and suck it," I said.
The words were said before I had time to think about it.
She didn't seem to hear for a minute, then she sat very straight, with her hands over her breasts.
"I don't like that kind of joke."
"I wasn't joking. Will you suck my cock?"
She shuddered, and her hands dropped to her knees.
"I mean it. Will you suck me?"
"I couldn't," she cried agonizingly.
Maybe it wasn't cricket, but she still wanted to be fucked, and she was ready I to do almost anything and I knew it.
She twisted her hands together.
She looked at the head of my cock and looked quickly away again and then looked at it again. It looked harmless and soft now that the juice had dried to a white, flaky film.
She crouched a little and took it in her hand again. I didn't say any more just then, but the more I thought about sticking, my cock into her mouth the more I wanted it. I wanted to have her on her knees in front of it. It began to get hard again just from thinking about it.
I reached around her and patted her bare ass. I slid my finger along the crack toward her pussy. Her fingers tightened around my cock and I shoved two fingers into her cunt. She bent nearer to my prick, with her ass stuck up in the air, and she turned toward me with her head close to my cock. I waited for something to happen, but it didn't.
"Put it in your mouth," I said.
I kept sliding my two fingers into her cunt and drove them hard. My cock was swelling, and by turning to one side I could watch Laddie staring at it as though she was hypnotized. I took my fingers out of her cunt and got to my knees in front of her.
She held my cock in both hands and shut her eyes very tightly. Then she opened her mouth and stuck the tip of my cock between her lips and held it there. She acted like someone taking medicine.
"That isn't the way. Put it all the way in your mouth and suck with your tongue."
She wouldn't open her eyes, but she sucked a little. I pushed the skin back, and then her tongue started to move over my exposed pecker-head. She swallowed continually, but I made her keep sucking, and after a while she had the whole knob in her mouth and she was really sucking it. I got her head between my hands and held her by the ears and jerked my hips. About the third time I did I went pretty deep and she choked and pulled away from me. I let her go and waited until she stopped choking, and then she put it back in her mouth on her own. She sucked it hard for a minute. I stopped her.
I spread her out on the black rug and rammed her cunt with my cock again. I started to fuck her, and I had only screwed her for a few seconds when I had to catch her hands and hold them to keep her from clawing my sides raw. I thought she would never stop trembling, and I just lay still with my cock in her until she stopped trembling.
When she was quiet, with her eyes closed, I fucked her very fast. In a minute she put her arms around me and rubbed her cheek against mine, so I fucked her until I shot again.
I felt fine, but I was tired, and I closed my eyes for a moment. When I opened them again, she was asleep, breathing quietly and evenly like a child.
I took a handkerchief out of my pocket and wiped the juice from her cunt and the little splotch of it that was on the bear rug. Then I pulled the Navajo rug from the couch and spread it over her. I sat there smoking a cigarette and then snapped out the light and crawled in under the rug with her.
Chapter Eleven
I didn't know where I was in the morning. I had to sit up and look at her a moment before it came back to me.
Sometime during the night we had kicked the rug from us, and she looked very blonde and pale on the bearskin. She was sprawled on her back with her legs apart and her hands drawn up like paws. She looked comically like a dog doing a trick, and I laughed, and that woke her.
I was sitting there with a big hard-on, because I am always horny like that in the morning, and when she saw that she was very much awake. She pulled the blanket up and covered herself, but she didn't try to cover me.
"How long have you been awake?" she asked.
"Oh, a long time," I said.
"You were sitting there looking at me while I was asleep?"
"There isn't much else to look at. Does it matter?" I said.
"It gives me a creepy feeling to think of lying there naked and having you look at me."
"A creepy feeling?"
"Well, not creepy. But almost."
"You didn't mind showing everything you had last night. How in the hell do you suppose you happen to be naked now?"
"That was different. I wasn't asleep, and besides I was tight."
I slid my hand under the blanket and ran it up her leg. She jumped and pinched her thighs together. That was all right with me. I know a lot of women who are all right and easy to lay at any other time, but who aren't any good in the morning. I stood up and went to the pile of clothes on the floor and hunted until I found my watch. I had forgotten to wind it, and it had stopped.
"I wonder if it's noon yet? I have to get back to the lake for a rehearsal," I said.
Laddie said to turn on the radio, and I did. After a few minutes someone said that it was two minutes before twelve. I set my watch and when I turned she was still huddled in the blanket.
"Haven't you had enough sleep?" I asked.
"I'm waiting for you to get out of the room so I can dress."
I told her not to be an ass and started to get into my own clothes. She didn't make a move, so when I was dressed, I left her and went outside to look around. In a few minutes she had dressed and walked out.
"I did something very foolish last night," she said. "It would be better for both of us if we forgot all about it-if we forgot that we even knew each other."
"Not so fast. I don't want to forget about that money that's coming to me," I said.
She gave me a look that was supposed to wither me, and that did make me sore. I wasn't used to having broads cold-ass me like that after I had fucked them.
"You'll have your money," she said.
She drove. I suggested that we stop to have something to eat, and at the first place that looked good we went in to have breakfast. After we had eaten she was a little more pleasant, but she still wasn't the way I would have liked her to be. I was still sore about it, but I found out that I could think of ways to spend my lottery money and then I didn't give a damn about Laddie Jones or how she felt about me. There wasn't any mention of the wonderful country club either.
When she left me off at the lake she shook my hand.
"You're all right. I just don't know what I want," she said.
That wasn't any great surprise to me, but I didn't say that. I watched her drive off, and then saw Hope standing a little way off watching me.
"Hi," I said.
She said hello and fell in step while I walked up to the cottage.
"I knew that you wouldn't be back last night. I was pretty lonely," Hope said.
"She came up to see me on business."
"Yeah, I know the kind of business you were away on last night. You were laying her."
"That's a good guess. Now see if you can guess the rest of it. The important part."
So I told her about the lottery. She was very excited about it.
"I'm going to marry you. I'll go to court and say that you fucked me and knocked me up and then you'll have to marry me and I'll be rich," she said laughingly.
I asked her not to say anything to the boys about it for a while, and then we went into the cottage.
One thing had happened during the week that Hope had been with the band. That was that she had gotten into the habit of hanging around the cottage when the boys were there and they had become very casual about wearing any clothes while she was there. So far as I knew they never bothered her much after the first night, but they seemed to get a kick out of showing themselves off to her. Nobody said anything, but almost everytime she showed up there was someone showing off his dong and nuts.
That day it was Skeets. He hadn't been there when we came in, but after I had finished shaving and went into the front room he was lying naked on the couch reading a magazine while Hope talked to Nickie. He had tucked his prick and his balls between his legs so that it looked as though he had a cunt instead of male organs, and Hope kept glancing at him while she talked to Nickie. When I came in on my way upstairs she followed, and as soon as we got to my room she went after me.
She pushed me onto the bed and pulled open my zipper and stuck her hand in after my cock. After the way Laddie and I had said good-bye it was nice to have somebody get hot for me.
She pulled off my trousers and my shorts and pushed my shirt up on my belly. I had started to sprout a beautiful hard-on, but my prick was still soft enough to be pushed around, and Hope shoved it back between my legs and then closed them together.
"I never thought of trying that. It looks just like a cunt" she said.
She rubbed my belly with her cheek and sniffed.
"It smells like a cunt, too" she said. She squirmed and pressed her face on my belly and kissed me. She whispered.
"It makes me real hot."
I opened my thighs and let my prick jump up at her, but she pushed it back down. She put her fingers on my hair and ran them back and forth, and then she pinched the skin until she had made a shallow groove, and she slid a finger through that.
"I think that Roy and I must have something in common. I feel awfully-awfully-what's the word again?"
"Lesbian," I said.
Hope kissed my thighs and she kissed into my hair, just along the edges.
"That's that girl's cunt-ooze I smell, isn't it? Did you suck her twat and kiss around her ass-hole the way I'm kissing around you?"
"You forget about what I did when I was with her," I said.
"I will if you'll tell me if you did french her and what it was like."
"Why do you want to know that?"
"Because I think that I want to french somebody. A woman. I like the way you smell on your cock this afternoon."
"What's the matter with sucking pricks? I thought that you liked going down on me."
"I do, but I thought that it might be fun to try with a woman's cunt too. I never did, and I thought that you could tell me what it was like."
She stopped talking to kiss me between my legs. She ploughed her tongue through the hairy slit she had pinched up in her fingers and after she had licked me for a moment she started to suck. She stopped in a little while.
"That tasted good at first. But now it doesn't have any more taste, and it isn't juicy."
"If you want to try sucking a cunt why don't you go out and get yourself one? There's plenty of smelly pussy here every night," I said.
I was only half joking. Hope and I both knew that she was only partly serious about what she was saying. Most of the really hot cunts I have known have had some lesbian streak in them, although not very many have ever gotten around to sucking other twats or being sucked by another woman.
"I wouldn't know how to start. I couldn't take a girl for a walk and then start feeling her up the way you do."
"Why not?"
"I don't know. But if I ever have a chance to do that I guess you'll have to fix it for me. Would you do that? If I really wanted to go down on a pussy would you furnish the woman?"
"Do you want me to?"
Hope put her face close to my ear, and her breath tickled my neck.
"Sometime I will. I'll tell you when I want to taste twat."
My prick had grown too hard and stiff to be comfortable pressed between my legs, and when the girl put her head down to my thighs again I was glad to open them and let my cock jump up. She grabbed for it with her mouth and got most of it in. She sucked and then she pulled her mouth slowly away, and shook her head.
"That taste does something to me. Usually when I go down on anybody I just think of his cock being in my mouth, but when it tastes like that I keep thinking of your prick going into a cunt and getting all wet, the head big and red and then shooting a lot of sperm and coming out sticky."
She held my prick and jerked off the shaft with one hand, and with the other she lifted her skirt and when she had it up she pulled down the pants she was wearing. She put her fingers into her bush and tickled herself, and then she began to pull and play with the lips of her cunt. Her fingers became wet at once.
"I'm the juiciest woman I know. If the woman you're going to get me is as messy as I am I'm not certain that I'll want to suck her."
"That's what makes it nice," I said.
"Then I must be awfully nice."
I told her she was nice, and then I pushed her face back to my prick. She took it all in her mouth without a word, but when I started feeling up her legs toward hr cunt she shook her head. That was all right with me. If she wanted to play stink-finger with her own cunt that was her business. It certainly didn't interfere with the way she sucked my dick.
She rolled it around in her mouth, having a fine time, and I was having a fine one too. She would French me more and then stop sucking and jerk off the shaft until the knob began to show a few drops of juice and then she would French me some more. And all the time she kept one hand at her cunt, with her fingers going in and out.
"I'd like you to shoot in my mouth, if that woman left any sperm at all in your balls."
She had just stuck my cock back into her mouth after saying that when Joey walked into the room. He stopped. Hope looked up at him without taking her mouth away from my cock, but she did stop jerking herself off.
"Excuse me. I thought this was the bathroom," said Joey.
He went across the room and got his case and went back to the door.
"Nickie says he would like to have a rehearsal in a little while," he said.
He went out, and when he was gone, Hope giggled. "Why didn't you ask him to stay? We don't want to be rude to Joey," she said.
I sat on the edge of the bed and pushed Hope onto her knees on the floor and held her with my legs. I rubbed my cock on her lips, and she stopped jerking herself off and held my shaft with both hands. My cock was ready to shoot, and it was very big. After Hope dropped her head and held it in her mouth I wondered how she ever managed to take that much.
She held my prick in her two hands and squeezed it until the end bulged purple. She pinched my balls like the bulb on an old fashioned air horn, and while she was doing that, I shot. She had been licking the knob, but just at the moment that I shot she had drawn her head back and the spurting semen splatted across her closed mouth.
Without waiting to lick the sperm off, she stuck my whole prick into her mouth and sucked it while I finished shooting. I laid my hands along her throat and could feel her swallowing every drop.
When I had shot and it was all over there was sperm on her face and on my cock and my belly where it had smeared. Hope ran her tongue over her mouth and then licked the globs from the belly and my cock. She sucked my belly where the stuff was, and when she was finished she had left half a dozen red marks on my skin.
"There's a rehearsal," she said.
She held my shorts for me to step into. I asked her what she was going to do about herself and she said that it was all right.
"I like to tease myself, sometimes. You don't have to worry about that," she said.
I got my instruments and we went downstairs. Everyone else had gone. Hope tucked her skirt up and walked ahead of me, slapping her bare ass with every step. When she got to the door she gave her ass a shake and the skirt came tumbling down again.
"It's too bad that I have to hide that. If I could walk around with my ass bare for a while I'll bet that I could find a woman who would like to French with me," she said.
"She wouldn't be able to get through the mob of men," I said.
Hope thought about that while we were walking down to the place.
"I could carry a sign: "Women and Children First." I said.
"And Lottery winners," she added.
"Forget about that stuff. I don't have the loot yet. I don't want the guys to know about it for awhile," I said.
Chapter Twelve
But when we got to the pavilion I found that they knew all about it. Johnny Mercer had been down to the city and he had come back with the news that Eddie Pelter was spreading it around town, about some society dame and me having cleaned up. So I had to tell them and they wanted to know when I was going to buy the drinks and I told them I would throw a party when it came through.
The Greek was there listening, and before we started the rehearsal he got me to one side and said that he wanted to talk private about some nice lake shore property that he was willing to let go cheap.
That was the first time he had ever spoken to me directly. Later he said that he had an idea for advertising that the lottery winner was appearing nightly at Castle Lake and he wondered if I could get the girl who won with me to come up and maybe sing a song or two with the band. He acted a bit sore when I said nothing doing. I had to laugh when I thought of him trying to get Laddie Jones up on the stand.
That night was another big night at the lake, and that night I found out how easy it is to be popular when you are really able to get along by yourself. A lot of people had heard about the lottery and they all seemed to want to buy me a drink, and I met more cunt on the make for me that night than I usually met in a month. Some of them were there with ideas for helping me invest my money, and after I had listened to a few of them I found out that the best way to shut them up was to them that I had it all invested in government bonds, and the boys in the band began to call me "Five Percent", and that is why that sometimes when I meet a guy who I haven't seen for a while he calls me that.
The surprise came when Laddie showed up late in the evening. Suddenly she was there, sitting in the same place. One of the guys nudged me and pointed her out, and she nodded for me to come over.
I called one of the waiters and gave him a note saying that I would see her outside. When she had read it and gone out I told Nickie that I was getting tired of all the handshaking business and he said sure, that was all right. Everyone was being nice. I left the stand and went out and found her sitting in the car smoking a cigarette. I sat down next to her.
"I'm sorry I was such an ass this morning," she said.
That was the way she said it, and those were her very own words.
"Are you drunk?" I asked her.
She said that she had, had only one drink all evening, and that she had come back to talk some more about the club thing and to see if I would go up to the lodge with her. I didn't say anything about the club just then. I asked her why she wanted to go to the lodge.
"I've been feeling strange all day. I hardly recognize myself," she said.
I waited for her to say more.
"I've been thinking about the things that happened last night. What you did and said and how I acted. And I decided that I wanted to come back and have you fuck me like that all over again," she said.
She took my arm suddenly and put my hand on her leg. She pulled her skirt up and held my hand on her bare thigh.
"Last night you said that I would be a good cunt," she said. "That's what I want to be. A real good cunt."
She spread her legs and shoved my hand up between them until I felt her pussy rubbing on it, and she threw away her cigarette.
"I stopped the car on the way up and took off my panties because I was coming to see you. And I took my brassiere off, too."
She pulled my other band up to her tits and showed me that they were bouncing free under her dress. Her nipples grew hard while I was feeling her titties and they showed through her dress.
Her hand went up my leg toward my prick, and as soon as she found my cock she tried to pull down my zipper.
"Let me get my belly against that. You can lift my dress," she said.
She raised her ass from the seat and waited for me to pull her dress up, and because I didn't do it right away she yanked it up herself. This gal really had the hots.
"So you really want to go up to the lodge again," I said.
"Yes, we can go up right now."
"You want to be fucked? You want a screwing and all that goes with it?"
"Let's hurry," she nodded.
I got out of the car.
"You can go to hell," I said. "I can get all the screwing I need without having to put up with the kind of morning you gave me."
"Come back," she said.
I started to walk away from the car.
"If you don't come back I'll take off all my clothes and run after you," she called. I stopped and looked back at her and for a minute she sat there and looked back at me. Then she pulled her dress over her head and got out of the slip she was wearing and with just her shoes on she started toward me, her pussy and tits bare to the evening breeze. I met her and took her arm.
"Get back in the car," I said.
She did, but I couldn't make her put her clothes on.
"I want to be fucked. I know a lot of people who would be glad to be able to say that they screwed Laddie Jones," she said.
"I'll be glad to say that I screwed her-once," I told her.
"Here comes someone. I think I'll say that you grabbed me and were trying to rape me."
It was Hope. She didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular and she stopped when she saw us there in the car.
"Over here, Hope," I called.
She came up to the car and looked at Laddie sitting there naked. She didn't say anything about it.
"I was just taking a walk. I didn't have anything to do," she said.
"You're the girl singer with the band, aren't you. Get in and sit down," Laddie said.
She moved over behind the wheel and I moved over to let Hope in. There I was between them. Then Laddie asked me for a cigarette.
I gave her a cigarette and in the light of the match I noticed Hope looking very hard at her.
"If you were a man would you want to shove it in me?" Laddie asked Hope.
Hope looked surprised, and, I thought, a little bit guilty.
"Well, would you?" asked Laddie.
Hope said yes, she supposed that she would if she were a man.
"Well, boy friend here doesn't think much of me. I just asked him to fuck me and he won't do it. What would you do if he treated you that way?"
"I think I would go and find some other guy to fuck me," Hope said.
I had been surprised at the casual way Laddie was using the words that had bothered her so much the night before. I was more surprised then when she appeared to be seriously considering what Hope had said.
"How would I go about doing that?" Laddie asked after a while. "I never have had any experience along those lines."
"You don't do anything. You just look around and there's a man and that's all there is to it," Hope said.
"Put on your clothes, Laddie," I said.
"If you'll come with me," she bargained.
"Why don't you? There isn't any sense in staying around here tonight," Hope said.
Laddie looked at Hope and seemed to really begin to see her then.
"Why don't you come up too? You can look around and find a man and we can make a real gay party out of it," Laddie said.
"Put on your clothes, Laddie," I said.
Laddie started to dress.
"I have to sing," Hope said. "I couldn't do that."
"Say you're sick. That's the only nice thing about being a woman. You can be sick and people don't ask too many questions.
"I don't think I should," Hope said.
"Don't worry about your job. Boy friend and I are going to open a place up near Dalville, and you're going to work there."
"Is that right?" Hope asked me.
"I don't know. I never heard that part of it before."
"Of course it's right," Laddie said. "You come with us and I'll tell you all about it."
And that was how the wild goings-on that happened that night began. Hope went back to tell Nickie that she wouldn't sing anymore that night and then we started.
Hope wanted to know all about the place Laddie and I were going to open up. For that matter, so did I. I was pretty much interested in learning what was going to happen to my cash. So Laddie talked some more about the place she had in mind, and what she had to say about it she said well. Hope became very enthusiastic about the idea, and I began to see myself as host in a dinner jacket and private office with the fancy furnishings and fancy blonde sitting on the desk like it is in the movies.
I finally said that I would go with Laddie and take a look at the place the next day. I suppose that Hope must have been as surprised by the lodge as I had been, but she didn't show it. We went in and right away Laddie asked if we wanted a drink. I told her one drink. Now that we were there I was beginning to wonder how things were going to work out with both of the girls together.
"You know," Laddie said when we were sitting around with our drinks, "I am going to dedicate the rest of my life to the pleasure of sensuality only."
She got up and turned on the radio and finally got a program of Wagnerian music from some station in England. As a rule I don't like Wagner much, because most of his music sounds like heavy beer hall music to me, but there didn't seem to be anything better on just then. After Laddie had lighted one big candle over the fireplace and turned out the lights it wasn't so bad.
"How would you suggest that I begin?" Laddie asked Hope.
She was still talking about taking up vice in a big way. I suggested that she might try drugs, but she didn't like that.
"They get messy toward the end. I'd prefer to cling to sexual excesses," she said.
"You haven't got the nerve," I said.
"That was before. I have the nerve now. I could do anything."
Hope had finished her drink, and Laddie fixed her another one. Hope had not answered the question Laddie had asked her, and she had only looked at Laddie without saying anything.
"I don't think you could." Hope said.
Laddie had handed her the drink, and she stopped as she was mixing one for herself.
"Would you have the nerve to bring more than one man here? Say four or five?" Hope said to Laddie.
"And be the only woman taking care of all those stiff cocks? I never thought of anything like that," Laddie said.
"You wouldn't," Hope said. "You have to have something in you that needs it more than you do before you can let a gang of men shag your twat."
None of it would have happened without just that one candle to light the room. It made for good atmosphere, although the music could have been more appropriate.
"Could you bring a woman up here for sex? Would you be able to try that?" Hope asked.
"That is something that I have thought about. I had a French teacher that I had a crush on one time, and I have always wondered what it would have been like if I had gone on and tried some of the things that women made me think of..."
"I wonder if they are the same things I'm thinking of doing," Hope said.
"Why the hell don't you two just take off your clothes and start in?" I said.
It makes me nervous when people begin to talk around something that way, and I wanted to have it decided and over with.
"I'm not bluffing. You know that," Hope said.
"I didn't expect anything like this. I thought that women who felt that way wore mannish haircuts and talked low," Laddie said.
She laughed nervously.
"I'll go out for a walk," I said.
"If you do that it will mean that I spoiled the evening. Don't do that," Hope said.
"You're not spoiling the evening. You are making it very interesting," said Laddie.
She looked Hope up and down, taking in all of her curves and goodies.
"There isn't any reason why I shouldn't," Laddie said to herself more than anyone else.
She looked at Hope's legs, and seemed to be staring right through her dress. Finally she put her hand out and took Hope's in it and squeezed and then ran her fingers up her arm.
"We could make it a very interesting evening," Laddie murmured.
"I thought of that when I saw you in the car without any clothes on," Hope said.
She slid her hand over Hope's shoulder and dropped it to her titty, but Hope shrugged her off.
"You haven't seen me naked," Hope said.
I went over and sat in a big chair facing them and left the two sitting on the couch together. The soft light did very interesting things to them, shining as it did on their bodies.
"You're not far from naked in that dress," Laddie said.
I looked at Hope sitting there in the white evening dress with the light on her brown arms and back. I could see what Laddie meant.
The two girls were appraising each other in quite a different way from the way women usually do, and I began to be very curious as to how they would approach each other.
"I think this is the way to do it," said Hope.
She twisted her shoulders, and the straps of her dress slid down over her arms. She let it drop to her waist, and she sat there looking proud, with her bare tits swaying a little and her hands still at her sides. Laddie raised her hand slowly and laid it over Hope's tit. I saw that her face was as flushed as it had been on the night before when I had asked her to French me.
"It's going to be a wonderful evening," Laddie said.
She looked hard at Hope's naked teats, and she handled the one she held very sensually.
"Yes," said Hope.
I could hear a note of excitement in her voice, and I had certainly heard it often enough to know what it meant. She took Laddie's wrist and patted her nipples with Laddie's hand.
"Show me your legs," Hope said.
Laddie pulled her skirt far up with her other hand and stuck her legs out in front of her. I could see the beginning of her thick bush hair from where I sat.
"I used to pray that I would have long legs," Hope said. "I wanted them to be just like that."
She knelt down on the floor in front of Laddie and pulled off her shoes. She took her stockings and stuck them in the shoes. Then she kissed each of Laddie's slim bare knees.
Laddie slid down on the floor beside her.
They sat close together with their backs against the couch. Laddie's dress had been pushed up over her hips when she slid off the couch, but she did not seem to notice that her cunt and blonde bush and part of her belly were exposed.
But Hope noticed, and soon her hands were straying toward the blonde spot of hair as though she could hardly wait to touch it. She slid her hand up Laddie's thigh and then down again toward her knee.
"A woman's hands feel so strange and soft and different," Laddie said.
Chapter Thirteen
I made myself more comfortable in the chair and lighted a cigarette.
"I want to see you again without anything on," Hope said.
"Why not?" Laddie said, pulling open the buttons on her dress and yanking it off her head. There was still her slip, and she hesitated just for a moment before she pulled it off too.
"I'm beginning to get juicy and all wet down there just looking at you," Hope said.
"Juicy?" Laddie said.
Hope slid closer to Laddie, and then she put her hands on Laddie's titties. She joggled them and then put her face down and rubbed her cheek against them. Laddie was a little stiff at first, but when Hope turned her head and took one of the pink nipples in her mouth she seemed to soften up a lot. Hope moved her hand over Laddie's other breast and down her arm and along her side to her hip. She squeezed Laddie there and pushed her hand down the outside of her thigh to her knee, and then she brought her hand back up on the inside of Laddie's leg until her fingers were almost on Laddie's pussy. And all of that time she kept her mouth on Laddie's nipple.
I wondered what was keeping her from touching Laddie's blonde cunt.
She lifted her head from Laddie's tit and looked at her hand lying on the inside of the girl's thigh. Laddie looked too.
"Put your hand on my cunt," Laddie said.
Hope did not move her hand.
Laddie took Hope's hand in a quick, impatient movement and slid it up to her thigh until it touched her bush. Hope did not need any more coaxing. She flattened her hand on Laddie's pussy and slid it back and forth over the hair.
"What a nice soft pussy you have," Hope said.
Laddie opened her thighs wider. Hope twisted her head to look at the pink cunt-lips showing through the hair.
"That's so pretty, Laddie," Hope said.
She bent over and put both hands against Laddie's cunt, parting her bush with her fingers so that she could see the vaginal lips underneath.
She looked very odd crouching there with her ass up and her dress hanging around her waist. Her face was so close to Laddie's cunt that it was not hard to guess what would happen next. But I didn't expect what she said then.
Her nose wrinkled.
"It smells even better on your twat than it did on his cock this afternoon," she said.
She straightened as Laddie stiffened.
I was afraid for a minute that something would happen that would not be pleasant. But Hope seemed not to have sensed Laddie's coldness.
"I love the smell of your cunt," she said. "It makes my mouth water."
Her smile was serene and happy. Laddie looked at the crouching girl in a bewildered way. When she smiled I could have sighed with relief.
"I want to put my nose in your cunt," Hope said.
Laddie put both her hands on Hope's head.
"Do it then," she said.
Hope ruffled the blonde hair with her fingers and then she straightened up.
"Wait till I get this off," she said.
She dragged the dress down over her wide hips and wriggled out of it. She tossed it toward the chair I was sitting on without looking at me. I caught it and hung it over
the back of the chair.
Laddie stretched her hands toward Hope's naked body and suddenly they were lying flat on the floor with their arms around each other. Hope's big ass was toward me and her body hid Laddie's from me, but I could see Hope's broad ass wriggling as she shoved her pussy against Laddie's.
They were whispering to each other with their faces close, and I could not hear what it was they said. But I watched Laddie's hand slide down Hope's back and curl over the heavy cheeks of her ass.
Hope climbed on top of Laddie and pressed against her. She rubbed her breasts over Laddie's, rubbing all of herself heavily over the girl.
She whispered something and they both giggled. I wondered what they were laughing about and I began to feel like a sober arrival at a party where everyone is already very high.
I got up quietly and went out to the kitchen where I found the makings of a drink. When I went back to the room Hope was sitting up against the couch with her legs spread far apart and Laddie had her face stuck between them. Hope saw me and winked but Laddie did not look up. She had her face right up against Hope's pussy. In the quiet of the room I could hear the wet, sucking noises-her mouth and lips were licking Hope's pussy-lips and clitoris.
"Ah," Hope said. "Is it juicy enough for you?"
Laddie nodded without taking her mouth away from Hope's hairy cunt. Her hair was mussed and hung over her forehead in little wisps, and a little shiny trickle of moisture was running down the inside of her thigh
"I want to french you, too," Hope said.
She lifted Laddie away from her pussy and turned around, lying down on her side with her face close to Laddie's cunt. She lifted one leg and Laddie's lips and tongue dove into her wet cunt again.
I was beginning to get an enormous hardon just from watching the way they went after each other. In a way it seemed like an awful waste to have all that hot, juicy cunt lying around, with my cock nearly splitting the zipper off my pants, and nowhere to shove my rigid shaft into.
"It tastes good," Hope said.
Her mouth sounded wet.
Laddie took her face out of Hope's pussy for a minute.
"I just love the taste of cunt," she decided. She burrowed into the wet nooky again.
Hope wriggled her big ass around just as though she had a stiff cock ramming up into her uterus. I decided that it was partly the novelty that made them both so hot, but Laddie was giving this more than when I had fucked her last night.
Laddie looked up.
"But I like to be fucked, too," she said.
I thought that was for my benefit.
"Lick my cunt hard," Hope said. "Use the rough side of your tongue on my clitoris."
Laddie tossed her head and I could hear her tongue sloshing around in the wetness of Hope's cunt. I knew just about how wet it would be, too. Right then I would have given just about anything to shove my cock up into one of those cunts too.
Hope mashed her pussy against the girl's face and pinned her head down with her legs. She had her face far between Laddie's legs and she was licking very noisily and sucking up the juice as though it was soupy ice cream. Laddie was sliding around on the floor and socking her cunt up to Hope's mouth in a way that would have surprised me now.
Suddenly Hope began to squeal so loudly that I almost jumped out of my chair, and then she had rolled away from Laddie and was lying face down on the floor, moaning and twitching back and forth. Her ass was streaked with her juice, and her face was smeared from Laddie's cunt.
Laddie looked at me.
"I guess she came," she said.
"It looks that way," I said.
"I didn't," Laddie said.
She got up from the floor and came over to me. She sat down on my knee and started feeling around where my prick was.
"Why it's hard," she said.
"This hasn't been like a quiet evening at home," I said.
Laddie squeezed the head of my dong a little.
"I guess we were selfish," she said.
"It was very interesting."
She pulled open the zipper on my pants and dragged my prick out. It was so big and stiff that she could barely get it through the opening, and she finally opened my belt and pushed my pants away so that my belly was bare. She got her hands on my balls too, and pulled them out.
"That looks like a delicious juicy cock," she said.
I couldn't get used to the sound of the words the way she mouthed them. She wasn't using the words to say things. She was just using them because of what they seemed to her. But I liked it just the same.
She stood up and took my hand and pulled me up out of the chair. We nearly stumbled over Hope. She came to life and we watched her putting on her dress.
"Where can I find a drink?" she asked. The bottle on the table was empty, so Laddie told her where the kitchen was and how to find the liquor. She hardly waited until Hope was out of the room before she started yanking at my clothes again. Because I scowled when she dumped them on the floor she hung them up neatly on the back of a chair. She made a dive for my prick.
"I've got to French you, too," she said. "Frenching Hope just made me want to suck you more. I can still taste her cunt in my mouth. She has an awfully juicy cunt, hasn't she? Is mine as juicy as that?"
"Probably not. You have to suck a lot of cocks before you get as juicy as Hope," I said.
"Well give me time," she said.
She really acted as though she wanted to suck a lot of dicks, but she grabbed mine as though she was never going to get another and in a quick, jerky motion she slid to the floor between my knees and tried to gobble it all into her mouth.
"Not so fast," I said.
She took it out of her mouth and stared at the bulging purplish-maroon head. A little glad-cum dribbled from the end of it and started to slide down the side, but she was after it before it got very far.
"You have a wonderful cock," she said.
She stuck out her tongue and licked over my prick from top to bottom and then back. She licked my balls and under them between my legs and down my thighs.
"Lick my asshole," I ordered her.
She lifted my legs and shoved her face into my asshole without hesitating at all. Her tongue slid over my asshole and she licked through the hair and reamed into my puckered rectum with her tongue as though sucking assholes was everyday business with her.
I decided you never could tell about women, and though I'd never seen one turn into a hot cunt overnight like this one, I wouldn't say it wasn't possible because it had obviously happened right before my eyes.
Her next words may have explained it.
"What else do I need to do to be a good cunt?" she asked.
"I guess you open your legs and take a good fucking from my shaft," I said.
She was still pretty hot from having Hope French her, and I wondered how she would have acted if I hadn't been there to take over.
I pulled her up on the couch and slid between her legs. She gave me just about time enough to get my cock next to her pussy and then she wound her legs around me and began jerking her hips and twat to cum.
"Am I getting juicier?" she asked.
The shaft of my cock dripped with juice from sliding along her cunt.
"Just about right," I said.
I rammed most of my cock up her hole on the first try. Her cunt was still tight, but it felt more elastic than it had before.
Laddie put her hands around my arms just below the arm pits. I would not have believed there was such strength in her hands, because they were so long and slender, but when she squeezed my arms, her hands felt like two bands of steel tightening around me. She seemed to want to grip something while I thrust my dong in and out of her cunny, and when I shook her hands off my arms she dug her hands into the couch and squeezed until her knuckles were white. I shoved my dick into her until her hands loosened and her body became limp and still. She looked so strange that for a minute I was worried and I pulled my cock part way out of her twat.
She grabbed me and tried to shove her cuntlips around my cock again.
"Fuck me again," she said.
I socked it into her until I thought I felt something snap open in her, and that was the way she liked it. She hung on to me and kept asking me to do it again like that, and every time I jabbed it into her, her eyes got that glassy look and her body went limp under me, as the tip of my long dick drove home. My cock was dripping, and every time I pulled it a little way out of her I could feel the juice running down it. My bush was soaked and so was hers, and when I lifted her ass and slid my hand under it, I felt the wet stuff smeared all over her ass, too. I shoved my finger up her asshole just for extra kicks.
Her cunt was wide open, and it was so hot that my cock felt scorched every time I slammed it into her.
She moaned and tossed her ass around so that my cock slipped completely out of her. She caught it in both hands and rapidly stuffed it back in her cunt and just as she did, I shot my load.
When my sperm shot into her, her cunt began to tighten up around my cock and her juice really poured. She hung on to me for a minute and then she pushed me away and lay still.
I turned over and sat up. Hope was sitting cross-legged on the floor beside the couch with her dress pushed up and her finger working in and out of her cunt.
"What the hell," I said.
"That was a wonderful fucking you gave her," she said.
She took her hand away from her pussy and pulled her dress down.
"It was so good that I got all juicy just watching you."
"That's fine," I said.
She looked at my prick.
"Would it bother you if I just sucked the left-over semen off your cock?" she asked me.
I told her it wouldn't bother me a bit. She slid in between my knees and scooped my cock into her mouth without touching it with her hands. Her tongue slid along it and it felt as though she was going to swallow the whole thing. It was still big and I couldn't see how she got so much of it into her mouth. She must have taken my head and half the hot shaft right down her throat past her tonsils.
"That taste drives me wild," she said. She took it out of her mouth and rubbed it over her nose.
"It tastes like her cunt and your sperm that is blended like a delicious sauce."
"You can have all of that sauce anytime you want," I said.
She acted so hot over my cock that it didn't have time to get small, but began to get hard again right away.
She frenched me and played with my balls and my asshole, and I got very interested in shoving my cock in and out of her mouth as far down her throat as I could. After a while I slid down on the floor by her and she took her dress off and went to work sucking me in earnest.
We didn't get very far, though because Laddie discovered us and was going to be mad.
"You're cheating me," she said.
"No," Hope said. "We thought you wanted to rest a while. I always want to."
Laddie tried to push Hope away from my prick. She was acting drunk, but I knew she couldn't be-none of us had had enough to drink.
"You can both suck me," I said.
"There," Hope said. "He says we can both suck him."
"Sure," Laddie said. That's fair."
She put both her hands around my cock. Hope still had her hand on it at the base and when Laddie put her hand on it, Hope tried to get her other hand around it too, and they looked like nothing so much as a couple of kids with a baseball bat measuring up to see which side would go to bat first.
Laddie apparently won.
At any rate Hope let go of my cock and Laddie crouched over it in a possessive way that amused me very much. I was feeling fine, and everything seemed very amusing.
Chapter Fourteen
I began to have big ideas about keeping house with two amiable cunts who would fight over who was going to French me, and I was on the point of changing all my ideas about broads.
Laddie stuck my cock down into her throat and I stopped thinking about anything but that. The awkward way she did it felt very nice because she acted so eager about it. She held my balls in one hand and stopped sucking me every now and then to kiss and lick them. She had her other hand curled around my prick shaft, jerking me off while she shoved her mouth down on my cock-head.
"You don't French as well as I do," Hope said.
"Who says so?" Laddie asked.
She was pleasantly indignant.
"Well, for one thing, you don't get juicy in the twat when you smell a cock, the way I do. You can't appreciate a good cock when you smell one."
"I certainly can," Laddie said.
Hope thought a minute. "I know how to make you real juicy," she said. "I know just the thing."
She slid down and got in between Laddie's legs. She glued her mouth to the girl's pink cunt-lips and began to suck.
They were both completely unself-conscious, so busy with what they were sucking that they were not at all unconcerned with how they looked doing it. Laddie lay on her stomach with her mouth on my cock, and Hope lay between Laddie's legs with her mouth slopping over Laddie's cunt.
I was sprawled out on the rug like a damned Sultan, taking it easy while these two cunts worked over me. My cock was big enough now to fill either of their twats and I began to wonder in a lazy way which one I ought to shove it into.
Problems. Problems.
Hope made a suggestion.
"Laddie has the sweetest little pink puckered asshole," she said. "I've just been sucking it, and it's all nice and soft. I bet she'd like to have a cock in it."
For the first time that evening Laddie showed surprise.
She let go of my cock and sat up.
"Oh, no. You can't do that."
She looked very disheveled and not as dignified as her voice tried to be.
"We won't insist," Hope said.
"Hell, no," I said.
Laddie looked from Hope to me.
"But look how big his cock is," she said.
Hope crawled around Laddie and made a sudden dive for my dong-head.
"It's mine, now," she said.
Laddie pouted.
"That wasn't fair," she complained.
She leaned over Hope and stuck two of her fingers right up into Hope's cunt.
"You tricked me," she said.
She jabbed her fingers into Hope's cunt and then she didn't say anymore. In a minute she was down on Hope and licking her cunt with loud, greedy noises.
Hope sucked my whole cock until it felt ready to burst. I jerked my hips and her mouth opened as far as it could and she took it all in. My balls felt tight and hot, and I could have shot into Hope's mouth right then, but I held it back for a minute just long enough so that Laddie made Hope spend again. I had seen that she was licking her clitoris very hard, but I didn't expect Hope to cum again so soon. She nearly bit my cock off when it happened, and then she let it go and Laddie grabbed it. She shoved it into her mouth without saying a word.
Hope seemed to guess what was going to happen, and she went after Laddie's cunt again. The girl was awfully hot in no time, and she sucked me a great deal more expertly than she had at first. Hope licked her, and she waved her ass in the air and gobbled my cock in such a way that I knew I couldn't hold off any longer.
"Laddie, I'm going to shoot right into your mouth," I said.
She heard me all right and nodded her head without taking her mouth away from my cock.
I held it quiet for a minute while Hope nibbled at the girl's cunt and licked it and slid her fingers in it, and then the semen jetted out of my cock and filled the girl's mouth.
Her face got very flushed and she was a long time deciding whether to swallow it, but then she did, and it was all right. My cock kept shooting into her mouth for a long time, and she swallowed it all without stopping.
She dropped her head on my belly and lay still while Hope frenched her. In a few seconds she wriggled her ass, moaning wildly and I knew that she had spent.
After a while she got up and started gathering up all the scattered clothing around the room, and when she had it all in one bunch, she lit a cigarette and tossed one to Hope and me.
Her eyes looked heavy and she did not finish the cigarette.
"Let's go to bed," she said.
She started up the stairs and Hope and I put out the cigarettes and followed her. At the top of the stairs she waited for us.
"We can each have a room," she said, and she started dividing up our clothing.
"Hell with that," I said. "One big bed is all we need."
"All right," Laddie said.
She opened a door and there was a room with the biggest bed I ever saw. The cover was turned back and all ready for someone, and we all tumbled into it. The girls went to sleep on my shoulders, and my arms were asleep, and then I went to sleep too.
Laddie was a surprise to me in the morning, because she woke me up while frenching my dong. It made me have the most wonderful dream about a woman with a short tail like a horse and paws for feet, and before I was really awake I looked over her shoulder and down her back to see if she did have a tail.
Hope was still sleeping and none of us had anything covering us, and Hope's pussy was very wet. Laddie nodded and hung her head like a little girl when she saw me looking at Hope's drenched pussy-lips and bush.
"I was having a nice time all by myself," she said. "I was licking her cunny and then sucking the head of your cock."
"Show me," I said.
"You'll have to do it too," Laddie said.
But when she went down on Hope again, her tongue woke Hope up, and she sat up looking surprised and wide awake. Laddie didn't stop Frenching her, and when Hope eyed my prick and saw Laddie had been down on me she leaned over and grabbed it in her mouth. I supposed that I was expected to try Frenching Laddie, but I was still too sleepy to move that far, and after a couple of minutes the girls stopped that and they got up while I was still trying to get enough energy to leave the bed.
While they were dressing, Laddie asked if I would like to go see the place she had talked about so much, and I told her that I might as well, but that I would have to go back to the lake because I had to keep the job a while longer. She asked me why I had to and I said that I had to so that I could eat, because I didn't have more than ten dollars to my name.
"There isn't any sense in that. I can let you have a few hundred and you can pay me back later in the week," Laddie said.
That was all right. That was fine. I had never had anybody tell me that they could let me have a few hundred in my entire life. I always thought I was doing good if I could raise fifty.
Laddie said that she didn't have her checkbook with her so we decided that we would go down to the city as soon as we had eaten and taken Hope back to the lake. From there we would run up to Dalville and take a look at this place she had told me about.
Hope said that she was going to feel funny having breakfast and then showing up at the lake in an evening gown, so Laddie insisted on giving her a knitted pants suit to wear. I felt a lot better toward Laddie Jones on that morning than I had on the day before. We had breakfast in the same place we had eaten the first time. The man who ran the place tried to sell me a discount ticket if we were going to eat there regularly. We then headed for the lake. Hope went up to her cottages and I told Laddie that I wanted to see Nickie and she could come with me if she liked. I told her that some of the guys might be walking around without much on in the way of clothes, and she would have to excuse it, but after all they lived there. She laughed and said that if it was like that then she wanted to come along.
"I'm interested in how different men's cocks look."
But the guys didn't act with her the way they did with Hope. Later she said that she was disappointed. The only men she saw weren't naked any further down than the waist.
I talked to Nickie and told him that I was leaving the band and he said that he had expected it. I told him that I was going back to the city and asked him if there was one of the boys that he wanted me to dig up to take my place. He said that if I saw Tram Martin to send him up and I said I would. Then Laddie and I got out of there and drove back to the city.
We stopped at her bank first and she asked me how much cash I wanted. I said a couple hundred would be all right, so she drew five hundred and gave it to me. Then she said that she had a few things to do before we went up to Dalville. We arranged to meet in the Hotel Lincoln Bar in a couple of hours and she drove away.
Chapter Fifteen
I didn't know what to do first. I had never had that much money in my pocket at one time and I wanted to see how it felt to spend that kind of loot. I decided that I would put off paying the few bills I had and went into a classy men's shop and had myself fitted for a suit. I gave the address of the place at the lake because that was the nearest thing to an address I had, and I wanted to pay for the suit then, but the fellow looked shocked and said that It wasn't necessary to pay until it was made, so I went out of there with all my cash and a little card to remind me to come back in a few days for another fitting.
I tried to remember what some of the things were that I had wanted so badly in the past year, but the few things I was able to remember didn't seem very important any more. I walked along Fifth Avenue looking in the windows and feeling a little silly. I was reminding myself of a kid with his first dollar bill.
There were a few things that I would like, but there didn't seem to be any point in buying them when I didn't have a bed to put my shoes under. One was a new instrument and the other was a good hi-fi combination. I had looked at them both before, so I didn't even bother to go into the stores where they were. I finally decided to see if I could find Tram Martin.
I got out my little book with the addresses and phone numbers and looked him up. When I called he was in, and after I told him about the job at the lake, he said he would take it. It was all over, and I didn't have anything more to do. I went into a movie and stayed there until it was almost time to meet Laddie.
I had been afraid that there would be a real-estate man trying to sell us on the place with a contract and fountain pen waiting, but there wasn't anything like that. Laddie had the keys to the place, and after we had taken a couple of drinks we started up to look it over.
The house was set back from the road quite a way, and it could not be seen from the road because of the trees that surrounded it. I liked that, but I saw that if we did buy the place we would have to take down some of them to get a driveway in from the highway.
It was a very big place, and in addition to the house itself there was a cottage where we had to stop and persuade the caretaker to let us in. There was also a huge garage and even a stable. I began to think that it was too big to handle and was afraid that it would cost more than we would have, but Laddie said that the owner really wanted to get rid of it and we could get it for a song. She told me her idea for the outside of the place with the double driveway from the highway and some lighted signs there and a big section of the lawn torn up and graveled for a parking lot. It seemed pretty terrible to rip a place like that to pieces. When I mentioned that, Laddie said that there wasn't anything else that could be done with it, because of the highway that had come through no one wanted to buy it. I asked her why the Milk Fund didn't buy it for a place to send some of the city kids in the summer. She seemed to think that I was kidding.
After we had looked it over from the outside we went into the house and then I began to get hot for the idea too. Laddie was carrying a little swagger stick and she went around marking where the bar would be and where the walls would be cut until I could almost see the whole thing taking shape before my eyes.
"We'll want an architect or a designer to do the actual planning. Or do you know something about that?" she said.
I told her that I didn't know a damned thing about it. She said that she would get the right men if I wanted her to, and I said that was all right with me. By then we were talking as though we had already bought the place.
We stayed there for a long while and we walked back and forth pointing out things and telling each other how it would be. I began to feel really set up and started figuring how long it would be before we could open. I took a paper and pencil and started a list of things to be done. Hiring people to work in the kitchen and getting a bartender and buying equipment-I had a lot of things written down before we got out of that place.
Laddie asked if I was ready to buy the place and I said I would be as soon as I got the lottery money. She said that we wouldn't have to worry about that and that we ought to buy the place and get things started. On the way back we decided that we would sign the papers, and do what we had to do about getting the house on the next day.
She said that she was going to be busy that night and I didn't feel like going to the lake again, so I had her drop me at the Hotel Lincoln and I checked in there. After I had eaten I decided to go out and see what was happening around town.
I spent some time stopping in here and there for a drink and talking with the boys and finally I got around to Big Charlie's. Charlie was the best picker of jazz talent I knew. He had a little place downtown, and his wife made the best fried chicken sandwiches and chili that I have ever had. There was never any regular band at Big Charlie's, but he had a piano and after work, the cats around town used to stop in and relax, and there was usually the best music in town to be heard there.
A couple of the boys were jamming when I went in, and I ordered a bowl of chili and sat down to listen. Pretty soon Babs came in and when she saw me she came over to my table and sat down.
I never did have Babs figured out. She wasn't exactly an entertainer, although she did a job around town now and then. She certainly wasn't a whore, but she never seemed to do any work of any kind.
I had heard that she was kept by Judge Newcomb and that she was at home to him regularly once a week, and I had also heard that she had surprised one of the town's big shot lawyers by giving him a son that was kept out of sight and that he was taking care of her too. If that was anything in either of these stories she kept still about it. She and I were pretty tight, but I had never asked her anything about it and she had never tried to tell me. Babs was the first girl singer I fucked, and we always got along all right.
"I haven't seen you around. What are you doing?" she asked.
I told her that I had been playing at the lake but that I was just cooling it and looking things over that night.
"Want to come over to my place and look things over?" she said.
I told her that I thought that was a good place to kill the night if she didn't have anything to do.
"I don't have anything to do. But I want to get a sandwich first," she said.
She ate her sandwich and I finished the chili and we had a couple of drinks and then we left Big Charlie's and walked the two blocks to the apartment where she had a couple of well furnished rooms.
"Take it easy," she said.
She left me watching television and went into the bedroom for a little while. When she came out she was wearing a short white terry cloth robe.
"You like? It's to wear at the beach," she said.
"It shows off your suntan. What's under it," I said.
"I'm under it," she said.
She sat on my knees and put her legs over the arm of the chair and leaned on my shoulder. She loosened my tie and ran her fingers around the inside of my collar and then took my tie off and unbuttoned my shirt.
"You like my tan?" she said.
"I guess it's all right. I'd like to see some more of it."
She let me open the front of the robe and put my hand in. The night was too warm for a robe of that sort, and the skin of her belly felt moist and her breasts were moist with sweat.
"You just like me because I'm a singer. If I were a straight girl you wouldn't think much of me," she said.
I thought that she might be right about that. I hadn't considered it before.
"Don't worry about that," she said. "You wouldn't make much of a square cat either."
"You're too hot in that robe," I said. "Why don't you take it off now?"
I let her sit up and I helped her pull it off and then I tossed it to a chair.
"I just wanted to show off in it. I just got it today," she said.
She blew down on her gorgeous breasts and on her belly to cool herself. She spread her legs and bent forward and blew on her pussy too.
"You can't cool that spot off that way," I said. "I thought you knew that by now."
She got up and walked to the far end of the room and turned on a small electric fan and stood in the breeze of it. It blew her hair back and she threw her head up and lifted her arms and let the air wash over her.
"That's good. You want to try it?"
I didn't care anything about the fan, but Babs had me so that I wanted to get out of my clothes as soon as possible.
She was like something carved out of alabaster and she could make me very hot without seeming to do much to get me that way.
I had my clothes off and went across the room after her, and my cock stood up.
Babs waited for me, standing still and watching me coming, my cock in a curving, rigid hard-on, and then she drew her shoulders together and dropped her head while I shoved my prick against her and rubbed my belly on her ass.
Her hand went behind her and she touched my cock and slid her fingers through my bush. She threw her hip against me and rocked her body with her knees, and she got her hand under my balls and played with them. Her body rocked more heavily, and I knew what she was going to do next, but knowing about it didn't spoil it.
She didn't turn toward me, but her knees bent further and further, and then she had dropped to the floor. She reached over and found my prick and held it on her cheek with both hands. She turned her head until her lips pushed across my hard, knobby cock-head and then she let her mouth come open and she took it in.
Her chin was resting on her shoulder then. I moved around in front of her and stuck my prick further into her mouth and held it in while she bit it and sucked it and slid her tongue around it. In a little while she stopped sucking.
"I didn't suck any cocks until I let you fuck me," she said. "First time I saw a pink cock I had to put it in my mouth, and I can't leave them alone since. Now whenever I see any prick I have to suck it."
She held my cock tightly and popped the knob right out of the foreskin and licked it, and she licked not only the end, but my whole shaft and then she licked my balls. She wanted to french me more, but I pulled her to her feet and took her into the bedroom. She dropped onto the bed and opened her legs with a heaviness that made her seem like a much bigger woman than she was.
I stood beside the bed and looked down at her. She postured and lifted her ass and she shoved her cunt toward me.
My prick was as stiff as my forearm and almost as big. Babs reached for it and managed to get her fingers around my prick as she pulled me down.
"You ought to bring a friend when you come to see me. I don't know whether I prefer to go down on you or have you fuck me," she said.
It didn't matter very much to me which she did, because I knew that she did both of these things superbly. Whichever job I'd get from Babs would be something that wouldn't leave me wishing that it had been the other.
I lay on the bed waiting for her to make up her mind about it and while I was lying there I shoved one hand down over her belly and grabbed her bush. Babs spread her knees and pushed my hand onto her cunt-lips. She whispered to me what she had decided to do.
Chapter Sixteen
"I'm going to suck your ass," she said.
It was as simple as that. She wanted to suck my ass. All right. If that was what she wanted to do that was what I wanted too.
She pushed at my hips, rolling me over on my side so that my back was turned to her. I would have liked to look at her then, but there was no way I could watch her and have my ass sucked too.
She was panting a little, and I could feel her hot breath blowing against my ass, and I could also feel her tits pushing on my legs with her breathing. The hair on my forearms and on the back of my neck began to rise, and then Babs wanted to know what I was laughing to myself about.
Babs grabbed my ass and then pushed my legs apart with one of her legs, and with her hands still on my ass and keeping the cheeks apart, she shoved her mouth up against my asshole. Her lips were very full, and they were soft too. She flattened her mouth over my ass, not touching it with her lips, but touching it with her tongue between them.
After her tongue had run over the rim of my asshole for a minute she commenced to suck it.
When she got started she sucked mostly with her lips, but occasionally she stuck her tongue out and licked across the hole. Her mouth was fastened against me like a small suction cup, and I could feel the pulling far up inside my rectum. She didn't make a sound with her sucking, but several times I heard her swallow as though there was a great deal of moisture in her mouth.
There wasn't any need for any more talk, so I didn't say anything. I just lay there with my ass in her face while she sucked it. My cock stuck out very stiff and hot from my belly, and after a while she reached between my legs and got hold of the stiff shaft in her hand. She curled her hand loosely around it and just held it while she worked at my asshole with her mouth.
Then she put her tongue against my ass and pushed, and it slipped into me. She licked around inside as far as she could reach.
I began to think that my cock would just shoot in her hand without her doing anything more than just sucking my ass that way. I let her jab at it for a minute with her tongue and then I pulled away from her.
"I like that," she said.
Her mouth was smeared and red, and her hair was tousled and hung over her eyes.
"You look a little cock-eyed," I said.
"No, just cock-minded," she answered.
She laughed as though that was the funniest thing in the world, and I laughed too, just because she was laughing, I guess.
She leaned over and grabbed my cock and I saw that she wanted to go down on it again.
"Do you want to be fucked?" I asked.
"Maybe later. I can't keep my mouth off that lovely cock. Let me suck you."
I rubbed the back of my hand over her pussy hair and over her belly. She acted very hot, but she still wanted to french me more than she wanted to be laid, I guess, because she pushed my hand away and went after my cock.
She flopped down on her belly with her ass sticking up and her legs spread wide on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows. She tried to get my cock into her mouth without touching it with her hands, and I was reminded of a game the kids used to play on Halloween in which the object is to get an apple out of a tub of water the same way. It kept slipping away from her, the end of the engorged head was so big that she could hardly hold it with her lips.
Finally she made a lunge for it and this time it stayed in her mouth. She ran her tongue around the knob until she pushed the foreskin way back, and then she held just the end of it in her mouth and shook it, like a dog with an old shoe, until I felt the glad-cum juice dribbling out of the pee-hole.
I leaned back against the wall so that I could watch her. Her cheeks actually bulged with the amount of cock she had stuffed in, and her forehead gleamed with sweat. Her tits bobbed against my thigh when she slid her mouth up and down on my cock. Her ass jiggled a little, too. It looked as though she was rubbing her pussy back and forth on the bed.
She looked up and her forehead wrinkled when she saw me staring at her. She took my cock out of her mouth for a minute and held it in her hand. It looked very wet and very hard.
"You don't look as though you'd ever had anybody go down on you before," she said.
"I don't feel as though I had-after your mouth," I said.
"You like it?"
"Sure I like it."
"You don't show it much."
"How can I show it?"
She pouted for a minute, but I knew she was just having fun, so I didn't say anything. I pretended that I was going to take my cock away from her, and she grabbed it with both hands and stuck it in her mouth again.
The buzzer in the other room rang and we both jumped a little. She slid away from me and went to answer it, shutting the door of the bedroom behind her.
I heard another female voice outside, rather loud, and then Babs came back. She was frowning and I asked her what the matter was.
"It's my sister," she said. "She's a little bit tight. I told her to lie down on the couch for awhile."
I started to get up.
Babs pushed me back and took off her robe.
"No. She'll be all right. She'll go to sleep now, I guess."
She sprawled out on the bed again and went after my dick, holding it in both hands and jerking the skin back and forth when she put it in her mouth.
She began to suck very hard, digging her teeth into the sides of it a little, and licking around the knob with her tongue.
It had gone down a bit while she was talking to her sister, but it didn't take long to get even stiffer than it had been before. She took her hands away from it and pulled me over on my side. I started shoving it in and out of her mouth, just as if it were a cunt.
She put her arms around my ass and held me tighter so that my cock was going far down into her throat.
She took my balls in one hand and squeezed them. She ran her fingernails over the skin on them and pulled at the skin. She stopped sucking my cock for a minute to lick my balls, and then she glued her mouth to my cock again, letting the head slide all the way down her throat.
I felt my balls jump in her hand, and then I shot.
She let her mouth and throat fill up with the jetting white sperm before she swallowed. She held my load until her cheeks puffed out, and then she gulped it all at once. She still sucked it for a minute after I had finished shooting, and when she was done, she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and sat up.
"All right?" she said.
"Fine," I said.
"I have to go out for a little while," she said. "You want to sleep here?"
"If it's all right. What about your sister?"
"She won't wake up for a while. You stay. I'll be back in an hour maybe."
She got dressed quickly and went out. I lay on the bed for a while, doing nothing, and then I decided I could go and get my clothes while the girl in the other room was sleeping.
When I opened the door the girl was sitting under the light reading a magazine. I started to close the door again.
"Do you want your clothes?" She said. "It's all right. Don't mind me."
I stood in the door, feeling rather ridiculous with my limp, dangling cock. The girl looked awfully young and not very sophisticated.
"Come on in," she said.
I tried to explain.
"I thought you were asleep," I began.
"I just woke up when I heard Babs go down.
"I feel a lot better now. Come and sit down."
I guess I expected her to act surprised or something because she looked so young. I went and sat down on the couch with my legs drawn up in front of me.
The girl was friendly and seemed to want to talk. I saw then that she was still a little tight.
"My name's Marguerite." she said. "I don't like it. You can call me Margie. I go to school, but not in the summer. What's your name?"
She did not wait for me to answer.
"I'm better than Babs," she said. "See, I'll show you."
She pulled off her dress and everything else while I just sat there trying to think of something to say. She dropped her clothes in a chair and stood in front of the light.
"See?" she smiled.
And there was my pecker getting stiff again, as if I just hadn't had the blow job to end all blow jobs.
You really have to hand it to this younger generation.
