Florie Harrod was ten years old when her brother, Otis, did it to her one afternoon when they were alone in the house. Otis was two years older, a skinny boy, brown-haired, with brooding dark eyes.
He came in to where she was fiddling with the TV set and said, "I'm gonna turn you on. You wanna?"
Florie glanced at him. "What?"
"Turn the fuckin' set down."
She looked at him, turning the sound lower. "Whatchoo want?"
"There's nothing to do."
Florie wrinkled her brow at him, wondering why he was home at all. Usually he was out with the guys he ran around with.
He said, "You a virgin?"
She blinked at that. She knew what he meant. A virgin was a girl who never had a guy's dick in her. She'd never had one in her, only fingers. Florie didn't really know what the difference was, a dick or fingers, they were about the same, but the kids at school made the distinction. It had to be a dick. Jerry Hoppe, the kid down the street, was always sticking his finger in her, and giving her his cock to handle. More and more frequently, they stopped somewhere on the way home from school and played with each other, squirming for an hour or more and panting.
She didn't say anything and Otis came over to her. "Don't you know? Stand up." He sat on the edge of a chair and when she rose, pulled her to him. "I'll find out whether you are or not." He slid his hand up her leg. "Open up."
"Don't hurt me...."
"Spread your legs, I won't hurt you."
She felt his hand go up between her thighs as she parted them. She put her hands on his shoulders, her eyes big. He was being gentle and that reassured her. She looked into his crotch, but could see nothing; his pants were wadded-up, the way he was sitting. She felt his fingers curl under her panties and slide along her puss.
Otis was grinning at her, rubbing the cunt lips, making her squirm. "Hey, that's s'posed to feel good."
It did. Florie bit her lip. She lifted one knee and put it on his. That way he had more room to work.
He asked, "You never had a guy put his cock in there?"
"Nope."
"You haven't been turned on then."
She said nothing, just felt. He was working his long finger into her hole. But doing it slowly and oozingly-even better than Jerry did it. Sometimes he got excited and did it too fast.
Otis said, "You're no virgin. I got my finger all the way in you...."
Florie said, "Unnnnnn, yeah...." She clutched his shoulders. He was jazzing her now, moving the finger in and out in a very provoking way. She thought of reaching for his cock the way she did Jerry's. The now familiar, flush, lustful feeling was creeping over her. Funny, she had never thought of doing this with Otis before.
It felt very, very good, what he was doing. Her cunt was wet, too, she could feel it, hear the squishing. Otis chuckled, "Hey, you're hot now, huh? You been usin' a candle on this thing?"
"Huh?" A candle? She hadn't thought of that, "Doncha know how girls jack off?"
Florie was about to tell him that she only used the flat of her finger on the clit. She could make herself come in a couple of minutes that way. She wondered what a candle would feel like.
Suddenly she realized that Otis was very excited. He was breathing hard and trembling a little. His finger movements were slightly jerky too, and his left hand around her butt was holding her very tightly.
He said, with an unusual husky voice, "I'm gonna stick it in you."
Florie knew then what he meant. She only smiled a little, because she wanted it. She knew about fucking; a lot of the girls at school had been fucked already, and all of them had reported that it was fun. One of them, Cherri Smithers, was doing it every day, she said.
Otis fumbled his zipper open. It seemed to take him forever, but she waited, hands on his shoulders, one leg up on his knee. Then she saw it. Otis had a big hard-on. It jutted out of his pants and she knew instantly that it was larger than Jerry's.
She said, "Is it gonna hurt?"
"I'll do it easy.... Naw, it won't hurt." He pulled her ass toward him and she was forced to straddle his lap. She sat down on it, her legs dangling on either side of his, the big cock poking up an inch from her pussy. He took it in his hand and bent it down. Florie rose on her toes as she felt it rub her twat.
She bit her lips hard, feeling him yank her panties aside and put, the big head of the dick at her hole. It came in her, stretching her and she winced. "Don't push...."
Otis waited, the cockhead in her, looking at her. His face was red, his eyes very bright and feverish. He was holding her ass with his left hand, his right hand under her, guiding the cock. She suddenly knew he was going to put it in her, no matter what.
She said, "It doesn't hurt."
He pushed upward and the cock slid in further. Florie let herself down on it. It felt like a phone pole in there, but she was greased and though she felt stretched, it really didn't hurt.
He said, "Hey, we're fuckin'-"
Florie giggled. She kept looking down, watching the prick sliding into her. It slid in all the way, slowly but surely. Then, in a moment, she was sitting on him and there was only a little stub of cock showing. The rest was all in her. She moved her ass. The thing was hard as a broomhandle in her. Her heart was beating very fast, and she had to gasp a little to catch her breath. And it felt good.
Otis had both hands around her, holding her buttocks in a tight grasp and jiggling them. He bucked upward to get friction. He asked, "Who's been fucking you?"
"Nobody." She didn't mention Jerry.
"This's the first time?"
"Yeah."
"Howzit feel?"
"Want to lay on me?" She knew people screwed with the guy on top. There wasn't much friction this way.
Otis said okay, then he felt her tits. She only had little nubs, but she knew they'd grow. He lifted her, keeping the cock in her, and carried her the few steps to the couch. He put her on it, flat on her back and let himself down; she wound her legs around his body, holding on.
Then he was on her, moving the cock in and out and it suddenly felt wonderful. She realized, all at once, what he had meant ... he had turned her on.
He did it real hot and hard for a couple of minutes then stopped and looked at her. Florie said, "Jeez, don't stop-"
He chuckled and kept doing it. With every thrust his body rubbed her clit. She pushed her loins at him to increase the sensation and in five minutes she came.
Jerry had made her come many times with his diddling, and she had masturbated dozens, hundreds of times, but the orgasms were not like this first one with Otis fucking her. This was a crazy-wild one that made her gasp and buck and jerk madly. Otis was surprised, "Did you come?"
She let her breath out, "Yeah...."
"Lissen, somebody's been fuckin' you."
"They have not."
"You've been jerkin'-off, huh?"
She giggled. "So what if I have?"
Otis snickered, "From now on I'll do it for you."
Florie looked up at him with wide eyes. She began to realize what they'd done. Jerry was after her all the time to feel him and let him feel her.
She stared past Otis' shoulder at the shabby ceiling, throbbing to the hungry cock that was surging up between her spread legs. Otis was going to be shoving his cock into her every time he got a chance.
He looked at her sidelong, humping steadily. "Whassmatter, whatchoo want?"
She giggled, "Keep doin' it."
They were both very excited. She had another orgasm and then Otis shot his cream into her. She knew about jism because Jerry always boiled over and the white stuff spurted out. Now, she felt Otis shoot it into her.
She was still getting her breath back when he got off her and went to the window to stare at the street. Their old lady might come back ahead of time. Florie watched him mop off his cock; then he came over, sat beside her and she felt it. It was soft again. She played with it and Otis leaned back and examined her cunt.
He said, "You ain't a virgin anymore." He made her writhe with his fingering. He mopped her cunt then pulled the panties over it. "I'm goin' out back and have a cigarette."
Florie stayed on the couch with her legs spread. When she heard the back door slam she felt down, tickling herself on the clit. Would Jerry fuck her? If he wouldn't she was through. Anyhow, she was through with the wriggling and squirming as they frigged each other. That was for kids. From now on, she wanted something better than that.
That night, Saturday night, she was in bed, awake, when Otis came in. They had a small house, only one large bedroom; the other two, hers and Otis's were tiny, made from one normal room. There was a thin wood partition between, but they both used the same bathroom. One simply latched the door from inside for privacy.
She heard Otis come in, undress and go into the bathroom. After the toilet flushed he came into her room and she could see that he was naked. He also had a hard cock arching out.
He whispered to her, "Florie...."
"Yeh?"
He wanted to get in bed with her, but she pushed him away. "They'll hear us."
"Bullshit, they're both snoring."
Florie bit her lip, hesitating, and he pushed into bed. She slept naked and his hands were all over her in a second. She could feel his cock jabbing against her, and she reached for it. Otis chuckled as her fingers curled about it. He parted her legs and got on her. "Le's fuck...."
She raised her knees, holding the spear with both hands, guiding it carefully. He pushed it with goading loins and it sank in to the hilt as she held her breath. Fucked twice in one day! The bedsprings squeaked softly as Otis fucked her, paused, listened, then took up the rhythm again.
Florie's eyelids fluttered. It felt sooooo good. Her lithe legs went about him and held him tightly. He thrust it into her as deeply as he could, held it there and made strong humping motions. The bed hardly squeaked at all and it felt delicious.
He whispered, "We oughta suck off instead."
"Huh?"
He snickered, "Haven't you ever sucked a dick?"
"No." She had heard a lot about it though. She thought about holding a boy's cock in her mouth and decided it would be more fun to get fucked. She knew that Otis meant that the bed wouldn't squeak if they sucked on each other ... not as much, anyway.
She put it out of her mind. She was getting fucked. It was a very cozy and luxurious feeling. She'd been half asleep when he'd come in, and now she felt very warm and lazy, letting him do the work.
Even when she orgasmed it wasn't a big, surging thing, but more sensuous and stupefying. She almost drifted off to sleep with him still humping her. She knew when he came, and tried to fuck back, but her eyes were heavy; she could only hold him and dream.
When she did waken it was morning and Otis was still in bed with her!
He wasn't on top of her, but lying beside her, his mouth open, breathing regularly. Florie was scared. The old man would probably beat them. She shook him, hissing at him. Otis came awake, stared at her, then jerked his head around.
"Jesus!" He sat up. "I musta went to sleep!"
"Hurry up-" She pushed him. He slid out of the bed, naked, his cock hard. She hated to see it go. He scurried to the bath and she breathed easy. They were safe.
Then she sighed, opened her legs and diddled herself. And thought about it. Screwing Otis. She had let him do it to her and she hadn't put up much of a protest. But why should she protest? Jesus, she had wanted it. It was a lot of crap saving it for marriage. It didn't hurt a bit, getting fucked, and it felt very good, better than what she was doing now, diddling. Of course it was wrong to fuck your own brother-that's what they said, just like it was wrong to let your own father screw you.
Her own father! That was a new thought. Jesus. She contemplated that ... letting the old man have a piece. Would his cock be much bigger than Otis'? Would it really feel much different having him pumping away between her legs? She almost giggled.
Florie had no illusions, even at her age, about her old man, Jess Harrod. He worked for the city, road maintenance or something, and she had got used to the way he talked and the way her mother talked back to him. From the age of seven or so, when she had begun to really understand the meaning of the words and phrases they used, she had listened to them fight: "You fuckin' sonofabitch-" Or, "Stick it up your ass...." Even, "You're a cocksucker, Aurelia Taggert." Taggert had been her mother's maiden name. It had been interesting to Florie that her mother hadn't denied the allegation but had only retorted, "Stop playin' with yourself in the goddamn bathroom."
They hadn't fought like that in front of the two kids, except when they lost their tempers and flared-up, for several years. Florie often heard them going at it in their bedroom, and had come in the back door a few times when they were in the middle of a juicy argument, and stood listening to the dialogue. It excited her. It excited Otis, too, and he often crept around under windows to hear more. He had told her several times that the old man was humping ma.
Dozens of times Florie had seen the old man feeling up Aurrie's skirt and fondling her boobies. One of the memorable times, she was eight and had just awakened from an afternoon nap and padded into the kitchen. The old man had Aurrie propped against the sink and was finger-fucking her heatedly. Aurrie was coming like an express train, hanging onto him, panting and humping her buttocks; she almost fell down in her climactic spasms.
Florie had seen clearly what he was doing to her, and it made a big impression on her. Her old lady had really loved it. Florie padded back into the bathroom and fingered herself down there. It felt good. The more she did it the better it felt.
She climbed back into bed and played with herself till dinner time. Then half the night.
She also saw her mother playing with the old man's cock, mostly with her hand inside his pants. She seldom caught a glimpse of the cock itself. Aurrie had a habit, when the two of them were getting along good, of reaching for his pants fly when he came close and giving the prick a quick squeeze. She got so she did it without thinking, and did it many times when Florie was in the room pretending she didn't see a thing.
Once, late at night, when she slid out of bed to go to the bathroom, hearing sounds from the living room, she crept in there and saw her mother sucking the old man's cock. He was sitting on the couch watching TV and Aurrie was lying along the couch, her head in his lap, sucking on it, her skirt up above her waist.
All this had made it easy for her to let Jerry Hoppe feel up her legs, and after that, to let Otis screw her. She was a horny kid, from horny parents, with a horny brother.
CHAPTER TWO
Otis ran with a fast crowd-fast for a twelve year old. His closest friend was Floyd Sobey, a skinny-as-a-rail black-haired, knife-thin boy his own age. Floyd had a big cock, he called his "wedge," and talked about the girls he'd stuck it into. He talked of little else but girls. And his sharp, wise eyes were constantly sizing them up: "She'll do it, if you feel her up right...." Or, "She won't fuck, forget it."
He had sized up Otis' little sister as one who would fuck. "How 'bout her?" he asked Otis with a sly grin. "You got any of it yet?"
Otis had fucked Florie only a few times then and he wanted to keep her to himself, despite his loyalty to Floyd. He shook his head. "She's too goddam small."
"Horseshit, lookit her ass. She can take a cock. Even the old wedge'll go in her. I bet you."
"Fuck off. She don't know nothing. Let's go buy some weeds." They were on the sidewalk outside of school, which was just finished for the day. Floyd wouldn't be budged, however, till he had watched Florie walk out of sight. Florie was walking away with Jerry Hoppe.
"Tbetcha that fuckin' Jerry is getting some," Floyd said. "I notice the dumb shit is cattin' after her."
"Florie's still a virgin."
"Yeh?" Floyd smirked. "We could fix that there situation." He winked at Otis. "You hold her down and lemme fuck her. We'll take turns." He followed Otis across the street toward the candy store. "Man, if I was livin' in the same house with that pussy I'd sure be jazzin' it."
"Willya for crissake forget about Florie?"
Floyd slapped his friend's butt. "I only wanna stick my ol' wedge in her. You got any dough?"
"A buck, that's all."
They went inside the store. It was a narrow room with stools, a counter on one side, a few dark tables in the rear, and a back room where old man Rouse let them drink beer if they wanted it, but no smoking grass. "It stinks up the joint," Rouse said.
Rouse also had a small room, only a cubbyhole, with an iron bunk in it where he'd let the right guy take a girl to give her a heavy screwing. It cost a buck to use the room, strictly cash. Rouse made notes of every girl who went into the room, and propositioned most of them later, on his own hook. He offered the girls free stuff and sometimes a little dough, and he got a high proportion of takers. He had already fucked Cherri Smithers seven .times in the room; once, twice in one week.
He was working on the eighth time when Floyd and Otis entered and sat by Cherri at the counter. Floyd pushed past her buttocks, rubbing his cock hard against her round ass, before he sat down, grinning at her.
She looked at him, "Did that make it hard?"
"Feel it and see."
Cherri looked at his fly. She was blonde and shapely, despite her youth, wearing a mini that seemed to barely cover her snatch. As she sat on the stool she was all legs. Her tits were forming, small and pointed and she was drinking a coke.
The room was half-crowded, guys joking, feeling girls in the back, girls giggling and yelling now and then, shrilly. Rouse came over, not happy to see them sitting by Cherri. "Whatcha want?"
"Coupla cokes," Otis said, pushing up against Cherri when Rouse went away. "Where's Arnold?" Arnold was a guy she went with quite a bit.
She shrugged, "How'd I know? Buy me another coke, huh?"
Floyd's hand ran up across her butt and she didn't turn a hair, even when he rubbed it deliberately. "Sure, whatcha giving us, honey?"
She yelled at Rouse, "Bring another one, Henny." To Floyd she said, "You can cop a feel." She giggled at him. Then she slapped his hand off her thigh. "Outside, for crissakes."
Floyd winked at Otis who was staring at her with his dark, brooding eyes. Otis paid for the three cokes and drank his out of the bottle. He saw Clara Moscof in the back. Clara was small and round, still with a lot of baby fat on her, but she was a hot little one. She had frigged his cock in a movie house not long ago. He had come all over her hand, too. He had walked her home afterward and he thought she would fuck; only her old lady was home when they got there. Clara had looked at him and said, "maybe next time."
He had thought that's what she had meant, that she would screw next time. She was chatting with a couple kids though, and listening to rock, or he would have gone over and given her a chance to make good.
He wanted to feel up Cherri, too. He had heard her promise Floyd, and he knew she'd do it. Floyd was hot to do it too. He drank his coke and kept winking at her, telling her to hurry up. Neither of them cared about Henny Rouse behind the counter, rubbing his hard-on against the wood and wishing he could get Cherri into the cubbyhole again. The crowd thinned out about six, just before he closed up. She usually stayed behind. Rouse had already given her a come on and she hadn't turned him down. It was driving him nuts thinking of all her silky young flesh and the way she slid her long legs about him and jerked when she came. He detested the two kids with her, Otis and Floyd, a couple of smart-ass shits.
Rouse was dismayed when he saw Cherri slide off the stool and amble to the door with the two boys. But she turned and gave him a quick smile-and he knew she'd be back.
It was getting dusk in the street. Floyd said, "Let's go around to the alley."
Cherri said, "Just for a minute, huh?" She looked at Otis, as if wondering why he was coming along.
It was only a few steps. The alley ran along behind the store, mostly open garages on one side and loading ramps on the other. Rouse's rear door had a big lock on it. Floyd pulled Cherri by the wrist, "C'mon." He drew her into a small cul de sac between the store and the next building. They were out of sight of the other buildings, unless someone came right up to them.
Otis stepped behind Cherri and Floyd. Grinning, he pushed her into him. "Hey, we're a sandwich, lookit." Cherri giggled, glancing at Otis, automatically rubbing her butt against his pants front. He slid his two arms about her waist and Floyd moved his hand up her leg. She said, "Take it easy."
Floyd's mouth was at her white neck, "Open your legs...."
Otis felt her part them and he knew Floyd was copping his feel. She shivered slightly, then her hips moved and she let her breath out. Otis had a terrible hard-on, and he knew she could feel it pressing her buttocks. She leaned back on him and Otis breathed in her perfume. The girl-smell of her was firing his brain. His cock was an iron rod jabbing her butt. He felt down over her hips with both hands, found her mini wadded, went past it to her satin thighs and then in. Floyd's body was pressing her hard, and moving. Otis could hear Floyd breathing hard and both of them were undulating, both of Floyd's hands at her crotch. Cherri was breathing very quickly, now, and her ass was rubbing Otis' cock, up and down, up and down ... up and down and around.
Otis slid his hands down, forcing them over her belly, over the wadded mini, into her crotch. Goddam, she was really panting now, and moving her round ass. Otis slid his hands further, finding her panties wadded up too. Then he felt Floyd.
Floyd was fucking her.
It surprised him a bit-Floyd had only wanted to cop a feel or two. But Floyd's prick was in her and he was driving it, pumping it in and out, and Cherri was loving it.
Otis unzipped himself and let his hard cock rub against Cherri's bare ass. It felt good. He worked it into her cleavage and almost jacked himself off that way. Cherri was too far gone to notice. She was heaving and writhing, panting like a miler, and about to boil over.
Then she yelped and jerked wildly and Otis knew she had popped her wad. She dragged Floyd into the chasm after her. He shot all he had, humping and hissing through his nose, pumping the cock into her like gangbusters.
Otis held her firm young ass in both hands, crazy to get his prick into her. His cock was rubbing Floyd's; his legs were wide spread so that he was low enough to angle his dick up at her pussy. He was ready too, when Floyd's cock slid out of her, to jam his hard one in. Cherri gave a little cry, feeling the new weenie impale her, but she didn't protest as Otis fucked her in a crazy frenzy, battering her buttocks as he thrust it. She fell forward, hanging onto Floyd, and let Otis have her ass. He gave her everything he had, every inch of the rigid meat, and gushed his load as he jerked in a paroxysm of lust.
She said, "Oh God, it's runnin' down my legs...!"
Floyd snickered. "Whatcha think?"
"Well mop me up, for crissake. Who's got a handkerchief?"
Floyd had one. He mopped her, enjoying doing it, rubbing her pungent little pussy more than necessary. Otis wiped off his cock and sagged against the wall, grinning at her. It was the first time he had fucked Cherri. He was pretty sure it wouldn't be the last. Next time he wanted to lie her down and get on her. It was awkward fucking a dame standing up.
They let Cherri go back into the store, then, and walked toward their street. All Floyd could talk about was getting Cherri down somewhere and putting the blocks to her again. It had been pretty damned exciting having her between them that way.
When they got to Floyd's house then went inside to continue talking about it, about how Cherri had felt, how she had really wanted to screw, how hot she was, how she had popped her pussy and moaned in orgasm. It got them all hot and horny again, and Floyd pulled out his cock, hard as steel. "Let's jack off...."
They went into the bathroom and hung over the crapper, handling each other, frigging each other. Then Floyd said, "I sure wanna stick the ol' wedge into Florrie. Whyn't you fix it up for me, pal?"
"Florie? !"
"She'd be a better screw than Cherri, I bet you."
"She's too fuckin' young," Otis insisted. "She don't even know what a prick is."
Floyd looked at him with wise eyes and smiled. "I bet you a buck if you get her alone she'd fuck right now."
Otis sighed and shrugged. He began to wonder how long he could keep that pussy for himself. Maybe he could get Florie to put up a fight if Floyd tried to get into her panties. Maybe.
Then it occurred to him, on the way home, that the best way might be to keep her so well-fucked that she wouldn't want another prick. He had heard that argument from someone.
He was young enough to think it might work.
CHAPTER THREE
Otis kept a private record-because it was a kick to get it out and stare at it-of the times he fucked Florie. Since that first time he had turned her on, and in the year following that date, it totaled three hundred and seventy-one times. Which averaged more than once a day.
Mostly they did it in the bathroom between their rooms, or behind the garage. They did it almost every night while their parents were watching television. Florie would lean over the wash basin and Otis shoved it up her from behind. They seldom did it in bed, only if they were alone in the house.
Their old man had stacks of junk in the back yard, wood and metal frames that he had collected over the years, stuff that would come in handy one day. Otis had made a cozy little nook inside it that they could crawl into and close behind them. They often fucked there during the daytime, on Saturdays or Sundays, even if someone was in the yard near them.
Of course they did it other places, too, such as the living room floor when no one was around, or on the couch, or while Florie sat on the kitchen sink, and a few times on the way home from school under the bridge in the park, once in the park toilet, and several times at the homes of friends when no one was around.
They got good at it, familiar with each other, and each got to know when the other was about to blow it. They had no phony modesty with each other; when Florie was horny she said so; she didn't hesitate to grab his cock and frig him to get him humpy. When he was horny and she wasn't, she let him have his fuck and get off. It got to be second nature, but it was never monotonous.
Both of them thought about doing it with other people.
Since Floyd was around Otis a lot, Florie often thought about egging Floyd on to fuck her. He would do it in a second, she was sure.
She was nearly twelve the first time she let him do it.
Floyd had come to her house looking for Otis who had gone somewhere. It happened they were alone in the house. Floyd said, "Hi yuh, baby."
Florie looked at him speculatively, thinking instantly of parting her legs for him. Screwing to her was now a big kick, not the worry or trauma it was to others. She only smiled when he swaggered over to her as she sat on the couch, and stood over her, pushing his loins out, looking down at her. He winked at her, "How about it, huh, honey?"
She took her panties off slowly, looking at him, and she thought he was surprised. How much of his attitude was bluff? But he unzipped in a hurry and yanked it out. He had a big, stiff cock, as big as Otis', maybe longer.
"Ok," Florie said, opening her legs. Floyd jammed it in her, breathing hard all at once. He was very excited. He got it half in and started pumping in a frenzy, even though she yelled at him. He was hurting her slightly.
He paused, getting his breath back, and let her guide it in, then buried it, his chest heaving. His eyes were very damned bright. She said, "I thought you were better'n that."
He grunted and went on fucking her hard and fast. He came fast, too. Much too fast. When she felt him spurting she was annoyed and surprised. It didn't occur to her that he hadn't half the experience with girls that her brother did. Beside Floyd, Otis was an experienced lecher.
Maybe it was lucky he had gushed his load when he did, because her mother came home with a load of groceries and might have caught them on the couch. Floyd got off her, stuffing his prick in his pants and sliding across the room to the phonograph. He was fooling with record albums when Aurelia Harrod came in and looked at them. Florie said, "Hi, Ma." She was itchy as hell to get fucked again.
The second time she let Floyd do it was in the garage one afternoon while Otis was inside the house. She leaned over a workbench and Floyd ran his hands up under her skirt from behind her. She didn't move, only looked over her shoulder and gave him a little smile. He said, "Yeh?"
Florie said, "Hurry up...."
He got his prick out in a hurry and got it up under a corner of her panties and into her, nice and deep. This time he fucked it in smoothly and voraciously. She said, "Take it out if you hear the back door slam."
He agreed, but the door didn't slam.
Instead Otis came into the garage, silent as an adder, and stood watching them for a second, then exploding, "You fucking sonofabitch!"
Florie jerked her head around, knowing his voice instantly, and knowing also that he could do nothing about what he saw. She only grinned at him. Floyd stopped the fucking action, but stood, his cock buried in her, and waited.
Otis' face was red. "How long you two been doing this?"
Florie said, "This's the first time."
"Yeah," Floyd agreed. "The first time." He resumed the in and out prodding, gently but deeply.
Otis didn't look as though he believed them. Florie grinned at him, "It won't hurt me ... besides, he knows we do it."
"You didn't have to tell him."
"Shit, I knew it," Floyd said. "Besides, it's better for me to screw her than you. You're her brother." He patted Florie's ass. "Howzat feel, honey?"
Florie giggled.
Afterward, when Floyd departed, Otis put his cock in her as she sat on the workbench. He had calmed down and accepted it. But he made her promise he wouldn't let Floyd fuck her unless he, Otis, knew about it.
Florie promised, not intending to keep it. She was sure Otis was pronging other girls. The next day at school Floyd met her in a hallway and they lingered to talk; he asked her to meet him somewhere after school. She asked him what he wanted and he laughed. He said they could go to Henry Rouse's store, and screw in his private room. But she didn't want to. Besides, she had a date with Jerry Hoppe after school. They were going to Jerry's house. His parents worked, and they had the house to themselves for a couple of hours. Florie wanted to get fucked in comfort.
She finally agreed to see him that night if he came to her window. When he showed up she sneaked out the back door and they screwed on the grass. They began to do that quite often.
When her periods arrived there were three or four days when Otis couldn't soak his cock in cunt sauce. It was as difficult a time for her as it was for him. She was used to her sexual sensations and it annoyed her-and then they began sucking.
The first time she sucked Otis' cock he came in her mouth and she gagged. She knew the jism would spurt, but she thought he would hold back. She was sore as hell at him and refused to suck him again that night.
The next time they had sex he promised faithfully to lick her pussy as soon as she was over the period, so she sucked his cock again. She rather enjoyed sucking it, but when he came she caught it in a handkerchief. That happened five more times.
When she was over her period Otis came into the bathroom one night and she was ready for him. She spread her legs and he got down and began to lick her as he had promised.
He sent her up the wall-it was the most exciting thing she had yet experienced. She had three orgasms that night, and he sucked her off each time. Afterward, he made sure she realized that he had sucked her off-but that she objected to doing the same for him. She thought about it all the next day.
Then she let him come in her mouth again, and she swallowed it down-and it wasn't so bad at all.
Then they took turns on each other, sucking off. It didn't occur to them for several days to do it together. Sixty-nine. Late at night they did it and drove each other wild. Sucking got to be the big thing with them. Florie sucked him off every day, and sometimes several times a day.
Then one night she sucked off Floyd. He went ape for it.
Jerry Hoppe asked her to do it to him one afternoon, which surprised her. It surprised him when she did. She blew him while he sat on the living room couch in his house; then she blew him again on the back porch. She had been fucking Jerry for months, but he was unimaginative; someone had told him about cocksucking. He would never have thought of it alone.
She seemed to grow up fast. Her tits blossomed early-she heard her mother say so one evening to the old man and heard him chuckle. Her mother said, "And you keep your fuckin' hands off them, you hear?"
Florie wondered if the old man would try to handle her. Her certainly watched her like a cat watches a mouse, she thought. She saw him, many times, staring at her ass, so she deliberately made it attractive to him, bending over or swaying it as she walked. She did the same with her tits. It was fun to see how he got an erection.
Otis saw what she was doing, of course, and said she was nuts. "He's gonna grab you one of these days and shove it up your butt."
That made her think about that possibility-having a cock up her anus. She had heard of buggering and wasn't sure it was for real. She asked Otis and he assured her it could be done. "You want it that way? "
"I'm afraid it'll hurt."
He shrugged, "Yeh, probably. I'll grease the old gun if you wanna." Florie decided against it.
She ate lunch often with Cherri at school. They sat on the grass under the trees and talked, mostly about boys. Cherri had had one up the butt already, she said, and it hurt. Florie learned that Cherri would suck a dick, but that she didn't swallow what came out of it. Cherri said, "I catch it in my mouth, then spit it out. Don't you?"
"Sure," Florie said. She also learned that Floyd was boffing Cherri quite often, and so was Otis. Cherri said she'd had them both at once, several times.
She also talked a lot with Clara Moscof who was plump but never had trouble getting dates. Clara liked to fuck and despised a guy who wouldn't make a pass at her quickly. Clara admitted she sucked cocks too.
The rest of the girls in her classes were less interesting. Some of them didn't even fuck guys at all. These were the ones who went to drive-in movies to see the pictures.
Florie was content to let things slide along in this fashion. She was getting all the sex she wanted, though she was beginning to realize that it was mostly sex-on-the-run. She had never slept all night long with a guy-except that first fluke time with Otis-and she longed to do it where she didn't have to worry about getting caught at it. She was failing at school and didn't care; she hadn't the slightest idea what she would do when she got out of school.
She had a dim idea in the back of her mind that as long as there were men around she would get by. She had already learned that she could control Otis and Floyd, to a certain extent, by with holding pussy or a blow job, and that they were quite willing to supply her with money in small amounts if she needed it. So fuck school, she thought.
Her old man made a pass at her when she was thirteen. He had come home drunk one night. Aurrie was next door talking to Binnie Hupp, and Otis was out. He came into the bathroom as she was getting out of the tub. Naked.
He stood staring at her owlishly, through the open door, and Florie didn't bother to grab for a towel. She let him get a good, long look at her curves. She had tits and hips, neither fully developed, but certainly female. Each tit was a handful and she had hair on her mound. She put a towel around her casually and patted herself dry. He stood there and waited till she had finished. He didn't say anything and neither did she.
But she could see he had an erection.
He followed her into her bedroom, and when she bent over the bed he rushed her. He made her kneel on the bed, he snaked his cock out, and he thrust it into her. He didn't seem to be surprised at how easily it went in. He was very busy fucking her. Florie's reaction was contemptuous. He didn't even try to make fter like it-and even Otis did that-he just satisfied himself. She knelt and let him have it, let him squirt and pant; then, when he pulled it out, she merely turned and stared at him as he growled and went out mumbling to himself.
However, it was a changing point in her life. If he wanted her, then so would other men. It meant she was grown up enough for men to desire her. Florie had a hankering to see what screwing was like with a man instead of a boy.
There was more to screwing than the size of a cock. The old man's dingus hadn't been much, if any, bigger than Otis' or Floyd's or Jerry Hoppe's. He had been too drunk to really fling her a good chunk. She had been fucked by an adult, but she still hadn't. Not really.
She began to look around at other men.
Binnie Hupp was a blonde; she called herself a dishwater blonde; she had long rather lovely, tapering legs, a not too big ass and two plum-like, large tits. She was lazy and lush, but she was not a whore. She took money and anything else a man would give her, but she never sold anything. At age thirty-three she figured-one day-that more than eight hundred different men had fucked her. Some of them she knew by both names, most by just one name, and a good many by none.
Screwing was her main pleasure and entertainment, the source of rent money and food in the refrigerator, booze on the bar, and the beginnings of friendships that lasted through the years. She was not a nymphomaniac, she was a roundheels. If she liked a guy-and it didn't take her long to tell-she would spread for him ... almost anywhere.
Binnie had been married at age seventeen, to a guy named Ronnie Hupp-her maiden name had been Kinski-because they both thought she was pregnant. Binnie had been fucking about twenty different guys, and Ronnie was only one of them, which he didn't know, of course, but he happened to have the best bank account of the lot, so she fastened on him. She liked him too.
So they were married and took a small apartment, and set about choosing a name for the coming child. The apartment cut down on Binnie's regular screwing. She took to going out three or four times a week to meet guys. Once a night wasn't enough. Ronnie hadn't been boffing her once a night before the marriage. He had been seeing Binnie about twice a week, and another little girl named Consuelo in between. Now he saw Consuelo during the days, maybe once or even twice a week, and the days he saw her he had trouble keeping it up for Binnie. Because Binnie was so fucking demanding, Binnie thought a guy should be able to screw her for an hour without let-up. Most guys could, because Binnie was a wild fuck. She put her heart and soul into it, and mostly her ass. When she got her legs wrapped around a guy he often thought his cock was being eaten away by rats. She had a good natural cunt action that could crush ice cubes. If a lover began to flag as he was pronging her she would whisper things into his ear that would straighten him out again.
She had discovered early that a lot of guys love a girl to talk dirty to them-especially if they are between the girl's legs at the time. Binnie had grown up saying, "pass the fucking butter," and talking this way was no chore. She had no education past sixth grade, could barely read, not spell at all, or add simple figures, and she thought Viet Nam was somewhere south of Kansas City.
Ronnie came home early one afternoon and found his bride's pussy was already occupied and a second guy kneeling at her head, getting blown. He and Binnie shouted at each other for a time; the two guys kept Ronnie from slamming her around, and finally he left, in a towering rage.
The two of them had a drink, a cigarette, then after she wriggled her ass for them, they went back to feeding her cock again. She moved in with one of them for a time, moved here and there for a period of months, then went back to Ronnie when he came begging for her to come live with him. She contin ued with her daytime games, but not at home. She became friendly with several different men in their apartment house and fell hard for one of them. He was a horseplayer named Eddie, a skinny, shark-nosed guy who loved to be blown. Binnie, who had a key to his pad, got in the habit of slinking into his bedroom about noontime and sucking on his dick to wake him up.
She broke her rule about no strangers in her own apartment because, occasionally, Eddie had a big winner and got humpy for a blow job. He came down to celebrate.
Ronnie didn't catch her in bed with Eddie. But he came in one day just after Eddie had gone out the fire escape. He found Binnie with a mouthful of jism-and a terribly weak excuse about how it got there.
This time he beat her ass and she left him.
The pattern of her life changed but little in the next years. Binnie took various jobs, inevitably wound up in bed with her employers and usually her fellow employees, sometimes the firm's customers. By the time she moved next door to the Harrods' she was not working at all; she was getting by with the help of a number of horny men.
She became friendly with Aurrie Harrod; they were about the same age and had the same outlook on life and men.
She also began to notice Otis and began to speculate on what kind of a pecker he had, and what she could do with a nice young one, now and then, as a sort of change.
CHAPTER FOUR
Otis joined the Mockers when he was sixteen. The Mockers was a club composed of a dozen guys and was a very tight society. It cost twenty-five bucks to join and a guy had to swear certain things. He also had to jack-off in front of everybody. They drank beer and made jokes while he did it.
Even a couple of broads were there and watched when Otis joined. The girls weren't members, but they belonged to the guys. One was Rosie, a pointed-tit blonde with a wise, sharp face and a nice pair of legs, who belonged to Herman Herman was a very light-fingered guy, skinny and agile, a thief, .who had dropped out of school and was stealing full-time.
The other girl was Ann Ludel, who was about fourteen, brunette, beginning to be shapely, who belonged to Sid, a guy with freckles and red hair who was still in school.
The Mockers met several places but mostly in a run-down house at the edge of town. It had a cellar-basement that had been made soundproof. They held Otis' initiation there, and after the ceremony Sid let him take Ann into one of the club's three basement rooms and screw her.
There was a short discussion about whether or not he should fuck in front of everyone-Ann was willing-but Dick, the club leader, said that now that Otis was a member he didn't have to unless he wanted to. Otis didn't want to, so he took her into the room with bunks-some of the guys slept there now and then-and put her naked ass in one of the lowers and climbed on her. She sucked him a little bit, first, then he fucked her; and, later, told Sid how good it had been. Sid was pleased.
Otis didn't have a regular broad. He was making the rounds, screwing Cherri Smithers whenever he could-she was terribly busy most of the time-or Clara Moscoff, who had developed into a crazy little hot pants who would fuck an oil can-and still boffing Florie whenever possible.
Floyd and his family had moved away to another town.
Otis began to notice Binnie Hupp, the lush blonde friend of his mother's, and to think in terms of sticking his prong into her. He looked at all girls in that light-whether they would be good with their legs spread or not. He thought Binnie would be a blast.
He had overheard some conversation when Binnie and his mother, Aurrie, had been having coffee and thought they were alone. Binnie had been talking about some guy she had been out with. "The fucker was hung like a horse," she said, "but he couldn't keep it up."
"Aw," Aurrie said, "right when you needed it most, huh?"
"Natch, ain't it always the case? They get it in you and get yoa all worked up and poof. They fuck out."
"Men," Aurrie said with feeling.
"Yeah," Binnie said, "but you get the right one and, man, you got yourself a time! You just got to keep feelin' around till you get the right guy. That's all."
Aurrie sighed.
Otis quickly discovered that Binnie was always busy at night. She was either entertaining a guest or out with one. He made a little study of her habits to guide him along the path to her pussy. He was too young to consider that the easiest and most productive way to that goal might have been to attack it directly.
It was only a step from his house to hers. He listened at her bedroom windows when she was inside with a lover, getting hard-ons as he heard the bedsprings protesting and heard their muffled groans and pants. He watched her come home late at night with friends, and several times saw her almost get screwed on the porch as she fumbled for her key. Once he listened as she got it in a car parked in front of her house. He watched her windows during the day, when he could, and many times saw her walking about nude. He was impressed with her shapeliness and the size of her tits. He wondered if her friendship for Aurrie would prevent her screwing him.
One day she asked him, in front of Aurrie, to come over and help her fix some screens. Otis said, "Sure."
When he went over he found her about half-dressed, with most of her titties showing, most of her legs visible, and she did a lot of bending over in front of him to show him what she wanted as far as the screens were concerned. All Otis could see were those tits.
After a while she said, "Jesus, haven't you got a hard-on yet?"
Otis stared at her, his mouth open. Then he nodded.
Binnie said, "C'mon in the bedroom, honey, I wanna see it."
That was all there was to it. Binnie stripped to the bare pores, shook her tits at him and he tried to climb onto her with his shoes still on. She insisted that he take his pants off, and the shoes, then he shoved between her legs and rammed the cock into her as she sighed and patted his ass.
He got his gun off in a terrible hurry when she cock-squeezed him. Binnie let him get it out of his system. Then, while his jism was still fresh and his heart was pounding and his eyes were glassy, she told him he didn't know the first goddam thing about fucking a girl.
She rubbed his hard little ass with one hand, kissed his flushed face and said, "You got a nice prick, honey, but you gotta learn to take it easy and not pop your fuckin' rocks so quick."
Otis sighed, nodding. He had always fucked Florie hard and fast because they were afraid of being caught. So maybe he had got into a habit.
Binnie said, "Keep screwin' me, honey ... yeah, like that. Now let it get good'n hard again." She squeezed it, knowing that the young stallion would not fail her-and he did not. She slid silky legs about him, kissed him provokingly on the lips, sucking his tongue, and showed him the kind of cunt action that he had not yet dreamed of.
She had to warn him, "Don't boot it, honey, hold it back."
"You excite me so goddamn much...."
"Yeh, I'm trying to. Keep fuckin' me-that's right, but don't pop your rocks. You're not a stupid rabbit, are you, honey?" She rubbed his ass and undulated with him.
Otis didn't want to be a rabbit, to disgrace himself in the arms of this real, honest to God sex-kitten. Her lush body felt like nothing he had ever screwed. Cherri Smithers and Florie were the closest because they were developing fast, but girls like Ann Ludel or Rosie were only skin and bones no matter how hard they fucked back.
Being on top of Binnie, with her satiny arms and legs around him, kissing him, and thrusting his pulsating cock into her writhing body was the nearest thing to heaven he had yet experienced. He wondered how it felt to her.
She whispered, "Yeah-it's gettin' to me now. Keep fucking me, honey ... do it steady, hard-a little harder. Oh, Jesus! I think you got the idea, honey...."
"Are you gonna come?"
She sucked in her breath. "Not till I hafta keep it coming-keep screwing me-I wanna get screwed-don't you come, you little sonofabitch, keep screwin' me...." She kissed him, twining tongues with him, writhing almost uncontrollably, breathing hard.
He moaned, "Oh, jeez...."
She clutched him, "Fuck me! Don't come-Fuck me ... Ohhhhh, give it to me ... fuck me honey, fuck me, fuck me...."
"I can't...."
"Yes you can! Hold back, dammit!" She held him even more tightly, one hand pulling at his ass, one hand guiding his mouth to hers. "Don't come too soon. Jesus, honey, this's what it's all about ... "
"What is?"
"Fuckin', for crissake! You don't fuck a girl to see how fast you can come! Keep doin' it ... yeh, oh yeh, that's the way it oughta feel ... then, when we get so goddam hot we can't stand it, then you boil over."
Otis couldn't say a word-he knew he was going to boil over in spite of anything she could say or do. His time had come. She was too exciting, nothing could hold him back.
But Binnie knew it. She gurgled, humped her lovely, lascivious ass to meet his thrusts and let herself go. She gasped, groaned aloud and orgasmed. In the midst of her frantic jerking and writhing she felt him gush and struggle as the surging sensation washed through him. It felt doubly good, having the prick twitching and squirting inside her, even though it signified the end of the game for a bit. She knew that the next time he fucked her it would be even better. He was a good, willing boy with a good piece of meat that she felt she could shape and mould to her own purposes. She wouldn't tell his mother, Aurrie, anything about it.
She tightened her legs about him and rubbed his naked butt with both hands, kissing him softly. "Wasn't that good?"
"Man, the best screw I ever had!"
She laughed lightly at his enthusiasm. She thought she was going to like him very much. His prick hadn't gone down much and he was still gently stroking it into her, a delicious thing to do.
He said, "I'm gonna fuck you again."
"Ooooooo, I hope so."
"I mean right now."
She giggled, licking his lips, "So do I, honey.
So do I."
He fucked her the following afternoon, too, going to her house rather than to the Mockers' clubhouse. This time, Binnie went down on him while he was struggling with his shoes. Cocksucking was nothing new to Otis, Florie had been blowing him for a long time, but Binnie's brand was very exciting.
It was also a bit surprising to Binnie too. She had a mouthful of warm jism before she realized it.
"Sometimes I just can't hold back," Otis explained, flopping on the couch while she mopped him.
She was patient with him, "Don't you ever shoot it that fast again...." He promised. Then she took him into the bedroom again and assumed her favorite position. He fucked her for an hour and a half, with little pauses for cigarettes and talk. His cock stayed hard the entire time and Binnie luxuriated in it, hating to have him pop off finally and roll off her.
Several of her men friends had given her less than enough cock meat and she was anxious for it. Otis was young and fresh, hung very nicely with promise of more, and had picked up one good habit somewhere along the way-when he was in her he kept moving it, jabbing, humping, diddling, seldom stopping.
When he left to go home, Binnie went to the back door with him, clad in almost nothing, slid her arms and legs about him and gave him a series of kisses that stiffened him again, which was what she was after. She swiftly freed the cock, whispering to him, "It wants to fuck me again...."
He took her back to the kitchen, sat her on the sink and let her put it in, giggling happily.
"Come'n see me tonight."
Otis begged off. He had a date with Cherri and was beginning to wonder if he would hold out. Cherri was very demanding, too, in the cock department. At the same time, Otis was unhappy that he could not stay with Binnie, having thought many times that an evening with her would be twice as good as a fast fuck in the afternoon.
When he finally got home Florie was there, sewing on a blouse in her bedroom. Aurrie and the old man were having a few words in the kitchen: "You're drunk again, you lousy creep."
"I am not. I hadda coupla beers, thass all."
"Get your fuckin' hands off me."
Otis looked in at Florie. "How long's that been goin'on?"
She shrugged, "Bout ten minutes. You hungry? I'll fix you something. He's tryin' to get her legs open."
"Don't she want it?"
Florie sniffed, "You ever fuck a drunk?" She put the sewing aside and went over to him, groping for his dong. She squeezed it playfully and went past into the kitchen. He followed her, seeing the old man pushing Aurrie into the bedroom, closing the door. He went over and listened, they were still arguing, but in a moment the sound of bedsprings bouncing drowned the words.
"She's getting screwed," he reported to Florie who shrugged.
Cherri Smithers was blonde, tanned and very shapely. She lived with her grandparents, both quite old, who thought she was a good, sweet girl. She was. She had the tastiest cunt in town.
She met Otis at the door and slid outside to the dark porch for a moment to kiss him hello. She put her arms about his neck, rubbed her crotch on his, twined her tongue with his and whispered, "Baby, you gonna go down on me tonight?"
He rubbed her tight ass and ran his hand under her mini, "I'll do it right now if you want."
She moaned softly, kissing him hard. He roved his hand around to her cunt, cupped it as she squealed softly and parted her thighs, fingered her as she made coital movements, and he pressed his lips together as she fucked her tongue between them.
Then he took off his sweater and held it in front of his hard cock when he went inside the house. It was a small house. The grandparents were watching TV and didn't turn it down. He waved and smiled to them and went into the kitchen with her.
Cherri came into his arms and this time her hand dived for his prick. She unzipped him and hauled it out, then pushed his back to the sink and began to rub herself over the dick, grinning and kissing him. Cherri was very fond of playing. In the back seat of a parked car she would play with a cock and fuck herself on it as long as the guy would allow her to.
Otis inclined his head toward the other room. "Will they come out here?"
She bit his lip playfully. "We can hear either one of them get out of the chair. There's lots of time." She lifted her leg high and pressed the head of his cock so that the folds of her cunt enclosed it. The big head squeezed inside her. Cherri sucked in her breath, pulled herself up on him and rocked her round ass sensuously. The prick oozed into her.
Cherri said, "Ooooo Jesus, c'mon, fuck me a little bit."
"You wanted to get sucked off."
She slapped at his fanny, "Move it!"
Otis held her buttocks in both hands and fucked her hotly. Turning her about, he put her ass on the sink as he had Binnie's earlier, and pumped the cock into her all the way. Cherri was purring.
A chair squeaked in the living room.
Cherri's legs came down instantly and she pushed his chest. "Take it outa me," she hissed. "She's coming out!"
Otis stepped back, the hard prick gleaming with cunt sauce. Cherri grabbed him and sat him at the kitchen table. There wasn't time to zip-up. He merely hung the tablecloth over the erection. Cherri flicked on the stove and stared at him with round eyes, her pretty face flushed.
Her grandmother came into the room and looked at them hazily over bifocals. "Are you all right?"
"Sure, Grandma, why not?"
Otis smiled wanly. Cherri's tits were so nipple-hard they were poking out her dress.
"I'm just heating us some coffee, Grandma."
Grandma nodded. She was a stooped woman, gray-haired and thin. "There's some cookies on the shelf...." She smiled vaguely at Otis and went out again. Cherri sighed deeply and rolled her eyes. She came over to Otis; in a moment the chair squeaked again in the other room. He slid his hand up to her pussy and she opened her legs. He pulled her down onto the stiff cock.
She said, "Oooooooo, yeah...." It went into her like a bullet, this time, deep and squirmy. She bounced on it wildly for several moments, panting, biting her red lips.
Then she stepped, pushing herself back, breathing hard. "Damn, we gotta stop this-take me outside." She shook her head as he continued to fuck the cock up into her. "Stop it! If they catch us doing this they'll throw me out. C'mon, we can go out in the garage...."
Otis found it an exceedingly hard thing to do, to let her get off the prick, and to put it into his pants. All his thoughts were on shooting his wad. He recalled Binnie's words. Don't come too soon ... and tried to relax. It helped.
They went outside, telling Cherri's grandparents they were going to a movie, and ran around to the garage immediately. Cherri was almost too excited to wait. She slid into the seat of her grandfather's car, opened her legs wide and hissed, "Lick me....
Otis crammed himself in, sitting on the floor between her thighs, and glued his mouth to the undulating pussy. She tasted salty-and then he forgot the taste. She fucked his mouth, panting and working her nubile body licentiously. The fuck play in the kitchen had fired her voraciousness. She was desperate to come as quickly as possible! Otis put his hard tongue into her and frigged her clit.
She had to clap her hands over her mouth to keep from screaming when she orgasmed. She squirmed wildly, shaking the car, making it squeak as though occupied by a couple on honeymoon.
Otis held her bare ass with both hands, reveling in the satin feel of her. His cock jutted from his pants, almost hurting it was so hard. He licked her madly, keeping her awash with sensual play, rolling with her as she writhed, sucking and mouthing her till she begged him to let up. "You're drivin' me outa my skull!"
He mopped his wet face. "I thought that's what you wanted."
"Gimme a rest...."
Otis moved up and slid the anxious prick into her wet and frothy quim. Cherri gasped as she felt the thing enter her, impaling her deeply. Her satiny legs went around his body and she shoved her pussy toward him, arching her back. He said, "I got something for you ... "
She giggled, "I can feel it-Jesus. It's like a telephone pole." It seemed bigger than when she sat on it in the kitchen. Cherri liked guys with big ones, and Otis had a big one. Henry Rouse, the storekeeper, had a big one, which was the main reason she went back again and again to let him fuck her. His only problem was staying power. He couldn't keep a hard-on as long as she wished, but he was bigger than most of the boys she knew.
Thinking of Binnie, Otis said, "Lemme make you come again, ok?"
"Mmmmm, you're sweet," she said, kissing him. He was fucking her very ecstatically; she curled herself about him, kissing and caressing him, adoring the feel of the surging cock that was feeding the wonderful, tingling fire along her spine. Otis knew how to excite a girl, to get her to a white heat and keep her there. She suddenly realized that he was giving her a beautiful fucking! She was inches away from a glorious release-and then it came, twisting and jerking her. She moaned, brain-befuddled, nostrils dilated, spasming in his arms, her body squirming in the excruciating plain-pleasure of the orgasm. And through it all his prick came churning in and out, steadily, excitingly, adding fuel to the searing flames.
He hadn't come-she knew it instinctively, and she loved him for it, kissing him passionately as she tapered-off, gorged on the sensations. And he was still fucking her.
Her eyes were heavy and she felt vaguely stupefied and lustful. Their fused bodies moved and undulated in a sensuous rhythm; the embedded cock seemed to expand, to tease and transport her. Jesus, she hadn't thought Otis Harrod could fuck her like that.
She sighed in utter bliss as he began to unfasten her blouse. Rubbing the bare soles of her feet on his back, she licked his lips, "Kiss mytitties...."
Otis chuckled. He had her blouse open, her bra unhooked. Her brown hands cupped both breasts and she offered them to his mouth, twisting herself and he closed his lips over each nipple in turn, then began sucking the perfect, firm breasts as she writhed in delight.
But that was too much for him. He could feel it welling-up-he was suddenly fucking her harder, faster. He looked at her with filming eyes, "I'm gonna come-"
Cherri squealed, tightening legs about him, holding his body, convulsing with him. She came as he did, pulling over the crazy brink with him, her ravished body paroxysming uncontrollably. She trembled and quaked for long, delirious moments, writhing in the convulsing grip of the orgasm. Otis was jerking and squirting and panting even more than she. It was so beautiful; she wanted him to keep fucking her forever.
She wouldn't let him get off, but wrapped her legs about him and forced him to stay, cock embedded, "Fuck me some more...."
He sighed happily, "Now I'm the one who's gotta rest."
She kissed him hotly. "That's the best screwing I ever had. Darling, you're wonderful."
"So are you."
"Oooooo, Jesus, keep fuckin' me...."
"My cock's getting soft."
"I'll suck it hard again. Do you like me?"
"Of course I do."
"I wanna go steady with you...." She kissed him so passionately that his prick stiffened. She felt it and giggled.
Otis was surprised. Cherri Smithers wanted to go steady with him?! He didn't know what to say; he kept the cock moving. It was half hard in her.
She pretended to pout, "Don't you want to?"
"Of course I do!"
She put her tongue into his mouth, gyrating her loins sensuously. "Ok, we're going steady, darling." She giggled. "No other girls, remember. I want all of you."
"Ok...." He thought about Binnie.
She moved lustfully against him. "I wanna get fucked like this every night...."
"Every night?"
She giggled, "Well, almost every night ... don't you?"
"Hell yeah," he said, feeling his pecker jerk, wondering where his stamina came from. Cherri's sex fever must be heating his balls. He was fucking her again and she was writhing silkily. He stared at her lovely young face, a lewd smile on her parted lips, flawless in the gloom of the car.
She opened her eyes and looked at him fondly, almost greedily. She whispered, "I wish we could fuck all night...."
Otis put his head on her bare breast, nodding. But he sighed, too.
CHAPTER FIVE
Florie Harrod had never really felt turned on, alive, till she met Roy Beecher. She fell crazy in love with him. And she didn't know why ... and she didn't care. A few people asked her why, but she had no answer for them. She told herself it didn't matter.
She met him through one of the kids at school who introduced them one afternoon. Roy was a big, good-looking guy, much older, with black shining hair and an easygoing manner. He had a car. "I'll run you home if you want...."
She got in and he ran her up into the hills, instead.
He parked the car in a lonely spot, grinned at her and said, "I wanna fuck you. How about it?"
Florie got out of the car. It wasn't that she minded screwing him, but she didn't like the way he went about it. She told him so and he apologized. "I guess I been running around with the wrong crowd." He moved close and kissed her.
Florie said, "That's better." She kissed him back and curled into his arms. He was strong; she pushed against him and felt his erection. She giggled, "Ok, let's."
He said, "Huh? Let's what?"
"I thought you wanted to fuck me."
He slid down in front of her and unzipped his pants. He had a bigger cock than Otis had, thicker and longer. When it came into her, she gasped with the stretching of it. But he was gentle, oozing it in, screwing her easily, slowly, letting her get used to it.
"Christ! It's a big one...."
He smiled. "You got every inch of it, honey. It's all in you. Does it hurt?"
Florie scissored him. "Fuck me-you've got me hot as hell ... keep it coming."
"Are you going with anyone?"
She shook her head. "Are you married?"
"No. Never have been. You've been getting a lot of fucking. I can tell."
"How?"
"Most girls your age can't take this cock of mine." He began to pump it in harder, "Still ok?"
She said, "God, give it to me!"
Roy laughed, fucking her hard and fast, listening to the delightful sounds of her breathing. This girl made his balls hard. But she seemed young as hell. "How old are you, honey?"
"Sixteen," she said. "Everybody asks me that ... I guess I look young, huh?"
"Only from the rear, honey. Your ass doesn't spread wide as some," He handled her tits. "And these things're growing ... "
Florie giggled. "Fuck me you sonofabitch and stop handling the merchandise."
He grinned back. "Don't get smart with me, sweetheart, or I'll stick it up your ass."
"It won't go, hors ecock."
"Christ, you feel good, honey. Are you havin' a good time?"
She roved her hands over him, licking his ear, whispering, "I think I'm gettin' high...."
Roy chuckled. He liked a girl to appreciate his cock. Any number of broads had gone ape for it in the past. Like Susie, for instance, a waitress he had met once. He had been going to this short order place because he liked her, and the first chance he got to be reasonably alone with her he had rubbed against her and she had rubbed back. He'd asked her for a date, picked her up when she went off duty and the first time he'd slipped his arm about her waist she'd grabbed his cock and got it hard as hell. They'd gone into the first alley then and fucked against a brick wall, then in his car and later half the night in her apartment. She said once, "I never was too hot for screwing before, but all I think about now is getting my legs around you...."
But he hadn't had a girl as young as Florie since he'd been that age himself. He knew she wasn't sixteen, but he went along with the gag. She threw him a wild fuck, and the first time she sucked him off, she swallowed it down and kept sucking. He couldn't get enough of her.
Roy had an apartment several miles from her home, and he took her there, undressed her and himself and kissed her from head to toe, lingering a long time in the middle with his tongue where it would do her the most good. She orgasmed, threshing and trembling under his mouth fucking, then whimpering and begging for him to put it in her. When he continued to lick her she screamed at him, "Get on me, you motherfucker!"
He fed her the cock, soothing her, kissing her, screwing her deeply, constantly surprised that a girl so lovely and so young should be so voluptuously horny. She was interested in nothing but loving, wanted nothing but sex, cared nothing about anything else. They talked, however, and Roy discovered she had an older brother, Otis, and lived with her parents who she despised. When he drove her home he saw that their house was shabby and run-down. She was a girl from the wrong side of the tracks-he was from that same side himself-but she was lithe and round and vital with a pretty, little-girl face, long tapering legs and an electric cunt.
Every time she left him his cock throbbed for an hour afterwards.
Roy was a stick-up artist. He made his living with a short-barreled .32 revolver, usually working alone. He had been in several jails for minor offenses, but had been lucky. So far the law had not sent him up for a long stretch, as he deserved. He was living-when he met Florie-from the proceeds of a good haul from another State. He had cased her town but had not yet worked it.
He had also cased the apartment house where he lived and noted the presence of a blonde named Lila Gromack. Lila wore tight minis over a very shapely ass, had nice large tits and an easy smile. She also lived alone. She gave Roy one of the smiles in the hallway and he took her arm immediately, guiding her into his pad. "We oughta get acquainted, honey."
"Man, you work fast," she said, noting the click of the door lock behind her.
"You want a guy that takes all year, for crissake?"
Lila smiled, "No, I guess not. What's your name?"
"Roy. You're Lila, I seen it on the mailbox." He drew her close, patting her butt. She didn't make a fuss so he kissed her.
She said, "Mmmmmmm," and moulded herself to him, opening her thighs slightly, kissing back, hungrily. Two kisses later she was rubbing her crotch over his erection in a very wanton manner.
Fifteen minutes later he had spread her on the bed like peanut butter and was belaboring her cleft in a manner that caused her to take his back with her nails. Lila liked it warm and lazy, not so crazy-wild as Florie. Lila liked to cuddle around his cock and kiss him cosily while he fucked her. When she came she didn't explode, she only tightened her legs about him and moaned, begging him not to stop.
Lila loved to fuck, but she never got terribly frantic. She was very earthy, calling him on the phone, "Come and screw me, baby...." She would suck his cock for long periods of time if he wished it. She would let him sit straddling her face, fucking the prick between her lips and she would swallow it when he came in her mouth.
When she had her period she let him ooze it up her anus and screw her that way.
She would do any fucking thing he wanted-she even let him slap her around-but it wasn't as exciting with her as it was with Florie. And yet Lila was a lovely girl with a ripe, luscious figure.
Lila had no permanent job. She worked here and there, mostly for a man named Joe Nabb, a porno photographer. Nabb had deals with several mags and some papers, to provide them with cunt shots and general sex shots. Lila was one of his favorite models because she was very photogenic, being blonde, with a svelte, delicious body and would do anything he asked. Nabb never fucked her because he happened to be a homosexual and was up to his ass in boys. Perhaps, because he brought a detached attitude to the proceedings he was able to turn out excellent material.
Lila also liked to perform in front of Nabb's lenses; she got a kick out of it, and in seeing herself in the shots later. "My, is my pussy that big?"
"It's a trick, darling," Nabb said. "I made it look bigger. I want the straights to feel they can wallow in it like pigs."
"You fuckin' fag," she said, and he laughed.
Nabb did enjoy it, though, and his moustache fluttered when she lolled naked on his studio couch with Betty, a mainline lesbian. Betty was a handsome girl, small titted, with beautiful supple legs, a flat belly, a face like an Italian madonna and a terrible hunger for cunt. Betty had come from an orphanage where older girls had made a cuntlicker out of her at an early age, though she probably came by it naturally. Betty had never had a man's cock in her although many times she had shared a girl with a man, if it had to be that way. Not long after she left the orphanage she'd gone to live with a man and his wife who were paid by the State to take care of her and had seduced the wife. The wife became so wild for being sucked off that her husband soon caught them at it. He, however, joined them in the sex play, attempting to fuck Betty. They had to come to an agreement because Betty would not fuck and the wife would not give her up. Thereafter, both Betty and the husband loved and played with the glassy-eyed wife, often at the same time.
Betty began to have problems with her lovers because she could not live with another girl, as in a marriage. She was unable to keep from chasing a delectable piece or resisting the advances of another hungry lesbian. She gave up many desirable homes, for women who wanted to keep her in furs, and she was always seeking fresh meat.
So, while she continued to flit from cunt to cunt she also had to work for Nabb. And she always asked him to hire Lila to work with her. "She tastes so good ... mmmmmm."
Lila had never had a girl before she went to work for Nabb. The first time he asked her, "Can you go down on another girl?" She said she didn't know. But she was willing to give it a whirl. Nabb put her, naked, in a dressing room with the equally naked Betty. "Just so's you two can get acquainted."
Lila, in her usually calm manner, had accepted Betty's embraces in a clinical mood, not really knowing exactly what to expect.
Betty, delighted by this lush, blonde creature, had begun with soft tender kisses, making love to Lila, wooing her, tantalizing her, working her up to a tremendous orgasm. When Betty finally sucked her off, Lila became a smoldering wanton, wanting more, and more, and more. She sixty-nined with the sensuous, inciting Betty, sucking her off time after time as they writhed in paroxysms-till Joe Nabb had to come in and separate them.
When he got them to do it again for his cameras the results were no less than sensational.
Lila was also played with and fucked by any number of young stallions hired by Nabb. She seldom if ever saw any of them before the shooting session and almost never again when the session was over. They were usually young and long-handled-Nabb made sure of that-and had to make a buck somehow in a hurry.
Now and then, Nabb would keep one around for several days, sucking the boy's weenie and being fucked in the ass ... until another young adonis came along. Some of the boys would swing either way.
Nabb always allowed her a few moments alone with the boy, or boys, before shooting, so they could get acquainted. It was always a kissing and feeling interval, usually ending up in an exploratory little fuck or two and they came out of it flushed and ready.
So-it was not surprising that Roy should easily spread Lila's satiny thighs or that she should love his big-cocked pronging. Lila was essentially a sensual, lascivious but languorous and non-aggressive creature. She was happiest with a gorging cock in her, or a mouth at her quim, but she was no volcano.
Florie, on the other hand, gave as good as she took-and she was getting better at it. And Roy was realizing this truth.
CHAPTER SIX
Roy was a lean and hungry man. He was hungry for money and even hungrier for girl-flesh. When he was near her, Florie thought, his cock always seemed a little hard, pushing out his pants even when he was doing the most ordinary chores.
When he looked at her, however, the impression she usually got was two-fold. He always had a lecherous look in his dark eyes, and his cock seemed to be struggling to free itself of the cloth. He promised her with his eyes, "Baby, I'm gonna fuck you in a minute."
Florie had an almost uncontrollable desire to open her thighs whenever he approached her.
Roy was also a no-nonsense man. He hated to play little games-especially about screwing. When he wanted it, he wanted it right now. He would get surly if teased. Once, in the beginning of their relationship, Florie kept him waiting for a few moments, wanting to savor the coming sex act. But Roy snarled, bore her to a couch and forced her legs apart. He rammed his hard cock into her roughly, thrusting and pumping it in as she gasped and cried out in fright, not expecting his angry reaction. He lay on her, battering her crotch, hissing in her ear, "Don't fuck aroun' with me, honey...." She learned not to.
Roy liked to hurt people. He got a kick out of pushing them around, slapping, hitting, kicking ... even beating up someone now and then. He told her one night, "It gives me a hard-on, baby."
Florie had never met anyone like that. Vaguely she knew there were people who got their jollies from hurting others, from whipping, for instance, but the closest she had yet come was in love bites ... and that was hardly the same thing.
Roy liked her to whip him. He had several small black, leather whips hidden away and, occasionally, he would beg her to whip his ass and his back, and would then screw her in a frenzy. Florie didn't mind, as long as he didn't whip her. Now and then, he slapped her around lightly but he was careful not to hurt her.
Roy usually wanted to screw her as soon as they met for a date-or at any time. It seemed to her that he couldn't wait to bury it. She had thought some of her younger friends were horny. Roy thought of nothing else. She met him for a time at his apartment and it was easy there. He would hustle her to couch or bed and climb between her legs without a moment's love play. Florie would lie on her back and watch the big cock come into her ... he couldn't get it in fast enough.
He had a car, and when he picked her up at school, his pants were always unzipped. He expected her to reach in and grab the hard weenie while he drove. Which she did. One of the first times he picked her up he stopped the car on a shady side street and fucked her in the front seat. Other times he pulled her down and made her lick it while he drove to his apartment.
He always tried to fuck her in the elevator.
Once, the car was in a garage and he met her on the street. He let her come toward him; she could see his eyes, watching her every movement, the jiggling of her tits, the sway of her buttocks, the depression of her crotch ... he was all worked up when she stopped in front of him. He said, "Jesus, you gimme a hard-on."
Florie said, "Let's go take the starch out of it." She meant the bed at his apartment; but Roy was too horny for that. He ducked with her into a convenient alley and bent her over a wooden crate. "Hang on." He got his prick up into her from behind, buried it and slammed his balls against her backside as hard as he could go. "Oooo yeh, oh yeah, oh yeah...."
He got his gun off; she hadn't been satisfied, but she knew she'd get more very soon. She mopped up the jism, put her skirt down and prepared to follow him back to the street. They both started at a jeering cackle, and when they looked up, saw a woman leaning out a window a story up, laughing and slapping her hands, "How was it, dearie...?"
Florie never told Roy about Otis, or any of her male friends. He was curious, naturally, but she always managed to tell him what he wanted to know without revealing names. She was old enough to know that her relationship with Otis was unusual and that it could be the source of much trouble if the facts got out.
However, Roy seemed to enjoy telling her about other girls and women he had known. Sometimes, after a good fuck session, when his dick was limp for the time being, he would drink and smoke an regale her with stories about how he had fucked this one or that one, and how this one liked it up the butt, and so on.
He didn't even mind telling her how he'd been in jail and how it was all cocksucking and ass fucking. "We had a pretty little kid we usta pass around the block ... the kid loved getting fucked in the ass. He'd suck off one guy while the other guy reamed him."
When she asked him if he'd ever sucked a guy he would usually laugh and say he didn't have to. She never quite believed it.
Then he asked her, "Honey, you ever make it with another girl?"
Florie shook her head, wondering what he had in mind.
He said, "Licking a girl's cooze is a lot of fun."
"Ok, you can lick mine."
"I will, I will ... but how'd you like to have one to play with?"
"I'll suck you instead."
"That too, honey. I'm talking about making it three-way. You know, just for kicks. You'n me will get another girl to have fun with, huh?"
"Another girl? Who?"
"I got a dame in mind."
Florie looked at him. "You motherfucker. You been screwing around with another girl." She slapped at his cock lightly. "I thought this thing was softening up too quick."
Roy snickered at her, knowing she thought no such thing. "What about it?"
"What's this dame like?"
"She's blonde, pretty, with a great shape. Likes to suck off girls."
"She's a lesbian?"
"Naw, AC-DC, she swings both ways, honey. You'd like her."
Florie stretched, looking down at her ripening tits. They were large and firm now, and beautifully shaped. Otis had remarked very recently that he could no longer get all of one of them in his mouth. She was beginning to be very proud of them; and Roy was constantly fondling them, licking them. She rolled between his outstretched legs, took his cock in both hands and began to massage it.
He said, "Whadda you say, honey?"
She licked the cock up and down, glancing up at him. The thing was beginning to stir. "I don't care-if you want to."
"Yeh, I want to. It'll be fun."
She sucked on the prick, very hard, masturbating it with her lips. It was coming to life quickly now, standing up, taking notice.
Florie asked, "How about her? Will she do it?"
"Yeh, sure. I already asked her." He grinned at her. "But I like you best, honey."
"Come and fuck me then." Florie rolled over on her back. She waited till he was on her, working the cock in. "When do I meet her, what's her name, anyhow?"
"Lila. How about tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow is Saturday...."
"Good. We can fuck all afternoon."
"Nothing doing," Florie giggled. "You promised me I was gonna get sucked off, remember? "
"She'll blow your fuckin' mind," Roy said.
Slapping his ass, she bucked against him hard. "C'mon, do it fast, horsecock, I gotta get home before dark. It's my night to make dinner."
Roy drove her to within a block of the house and watched her go down the block, rubbing his tired, throbbing cock. There was something about that girl that drove him up the wall. He would tie splints on his cock to be able to fuck her again. He admitted to himself that he would rather fuck Florie than Lila, though Lila was more lush and ripe at the moment. He had no doubt that in another year Florie would take that prize. She was growing up fantastically fast. Roy sighed and went home to bed. He would rest up for the wild three-way session coming up.
When Florie entered the house it was dark and vacant.
But Otis showed up as she was putting meat in the oven, "Hi, coosie, you feel horny?" She said, "They'll be home any sec."
"C'mon, gimme a screw."
"Later." She squeezed his cock and put the coffee on to heat up. She could still feel Roy's prick, a very pleasant and soothing memory. All . her nerve-ends were soothed.
He said, "I got a hot date with Cherri later. C'mon in the bathroom an' bend over ... "
"Go fuck off, goddammit." She got the plates out. "Whyn't you save it for her?"
"I got plenty, honey." He frowned at her. "Who's been screwing you? You look diddled to the goddam eyebrows."
She shrugged. "Maybe I am. You got the only pecker in town?"
Otis snickered. "Okay, okay, I can take a hint." He rubbed her ass and went out the back way to slip next door to Binnie's house. She might be in the mood for a quickie.
Florie had a spare and tasteless meal prepared when Aurrie arrived home. She wasn't keen on cooking and she was sure both Aurrie and the old man would be at least partly smashed and wouldn't notice ... even though she had slightly burned the string beans.
Aurrie smelled like a brewery; she was fresh from Morrie's Cafe and Bar where she sometimes worked part-time. Sniffing, she said, "you like 'em well done, huh, baby?"
Florie said, "You don't hafta eat them."
Grunting, Aurrie went past into the bedroom, removing her coat and shoes, changing into slippers. When she returned to the kitchen, Jess Harrod was trying to rub his daughter's butt, snickering and shedding ashes from a cigar. He was unsteady on his feet and Florie was mostly ignoring him.
Aurrie said, "Get your fuckin' hand off her ass!"
Jess jerked his head around, "Oh, hullo, Aurrie...." He said to Florrie, "Whyn't you tell me she's home?"
Florie said, "Siddown and eat your goddam dinner."
"Don't swear at me, you little...."
"Horseshit," Florie said, avoiding his hands.
Aurrie plumped herself at the table, glaring at her husband. "Lissen," she said ominously. "You two been screwin'? Tell me the truth.
"Aurrie!" Jess said in an agrieved tone.
"Course not, Ma," Florie said. "Where'd you get that idea?"
"Him rubbing his hands all over your ass, that's what."
"Ohhh. Aurrie...."
Florie cut off a bit of lean meat and began chewing it, walking about the kitchen, pouring coffee. She didn't feel very hungry and she didn't want to get in the middle of a drunken argument.
Aurrie was subsiding, growling, looking daggers at Jess, very suspiciously. She had been positive for some time that Florie was spreading her legs for several of the guys who called for her, and there was nothing she could do about it. But Jess-that was going too fucking far.
Florie went out the back for a breath of air and a quiet cigarette. She was thinking of Roy and the girl, Lila. What would she be like? Behind her Aurrie and Jess had taken up the argument again; she walked away from the house, not listening.
Then she stopped opposite Binnie Hupp's house, staring in the window. It was a window that no one could see into except from the Harrod yard. Being a warm night, the drapes were pulled. Florie could see into the room, a bedroom. Binnie was on the bed, her naked legs in the air, and Otis was fucking her as hard as he could go.
Florie bit her lip, watching them. They were facing away from her and could not see her, even if she had been in a light. Otis was really slamming the meat to her, making the bed rock. Florie could easily hear the springs protesting. She hadn't known that Otis was screwing Binnie-but it was apparent he must have been doing it for some time. He had only left the kitchen a few moments ago ... hardly, enough time for a seduction to begin and come to this kind of climax so quickly.
She watched them both come and begin to slowly disentangle, mopping up and whispering.
She went back to the kitchen, discovering that Jess and Aurrie were now in the bedroom and the bedsprings were squeaking.
"Sonofabitch," Florie said under her breath, "everybody's getting screwed."
She went to the phone and called Jerry Hoppe.
"I'm horny," she said, when he answered.
He said, "I'm broke, I can't take you anywhere."
"I don't want to go anywhere. I wanna sit on your lap, for crissakes. Whassamatter, can't you get it up?"
"Yeh, I can get it up."
She giggled. "If you can, I know what we can do with it."
"Ok, I'll be over right away."
She walked up the block to meet him, slipping off her bra and briefs first. She was wearing a thin mini dress, unbuttoned nearly to the waist. She was practically naked.
He felt the near-nakedness as soon as he touched her. It was a shadowy street; she pulled him around in front of her, her back to a high plyboard fence. She lifted her leg and grabbed at his cock when they embraced.
He said, "You weren't kidding."
She unzipped him and rubbed his hard dork on her pussy. "Why the fuck should I kid you?"
Jerry glanced left and right. "We can't do it here-if a car comes along...."
"Push," she whispered, guiding the dick, lifting her leg higher and wrapping it around his hips. The head of the thing was in her.
"We can't-"
"Fuck me, damn you!" She pulled at his ass with both hands. He oozed it in, pushing hard, sucking in his breath; it felt warm in there. He had it half-in and began to fuck her.
Florie said, "Pick me up-I want all of it." He lifted and held her against the squeaking fence. She moaned softly as the prick buried itself in the hair. Both her legs went about him.
He fucked her in a powerful frenzy, suddenly desperate to get his wad boiling. Florie was a crazy little piece of ass, always hot for sex, not easy to satisfy. It crossed his mind to wonder why she had suddenly called him to come and boff her, but he didn't worry the thought. She had done it before, several times.
She was squeezing his cock, kissing him. Then she stopped, staring at him with huge eyes. Jerry could see them, dark, burning and lustrous. She said, "You motherfucker, you're gonna come!"
"I can't help it"
She groaned aloud, cursing him, but he couldn't hold back. The jism was welling-up, despite him; he was overexcited, over-stimulated, unable to prevent it ... and he came, gushing and fucking her in a rocking, furious attack. Florie held on and moaned, calling him a lousy, motherfucking shit. She wasn't ready.
He nearly fell, and had to let her down finally, his cock dripping and pulsating. He caught it up in a handkerchief, leaning back on the board fence, getting his breath.
Florie took his hand, guiding it to her box, making him wriggle the finger. "Goddammit, make me come," she said. She clung to him, shoving herself at his hand while he masturbated her. She was disgusted with him.
She hurried home afterward, hoping to catch Otis. If he hadn't shot his whole and entire wad into Binnie, there might be something left for her. Otis was a better screw than Jerry any day.
The house was darkened, the old man was sitting at the kitchen table, a bottle in front of him. He looked at her blearily as she came in; Aurrie was snoring in the bedroom, but Otis was nowhere about.
When she asked him, the old man said, "He went out."
Her followed her into her bedroom, leering. He hissed at her, "You didn't tell nothing...."
Florie licked her lips, wondering if he was too drunk. She didn't turn on a light, but stretched out full length across the bed, saying nothing.
There was silence in the room for long moments. She could hear his breathing, knew he was staring at her. She was still practically naked, the short skirt could not be hiding much of her ass, though it was gloomy in the room; the dresser clock ticktocked loudly.
Then she heard the snick of his zipper.
She smelled the liquor on his breath when he came and climbed on her back. She let him push legs apart, heard his muttered exclamation when he discovered she wore no panties. His finger explored her and she squirmed, but said nothing.
Then he slid his prick into her, humped it in, thrust it and jogged it, lying along her back, both hands feeling for her tits. He fucked her wantonly with a prick not as hard as Jerry's, but hard enough.
Florie closed her eyes and smiled into her pillow, enjoying the wickedness of it. He caressed her titties and fucked her, and he didn't talk at all. It was very pleasant that way. After a while he reached into her crotch and frigged her hard clit and gave her a nice dreamy orgasm, just as he fountained into her, gasping and jerking lecherously.
He nearly went to sleep on her back, but she rolled him off and he tottered out, muttering. She washed herself and went back to bed, nude.
She woke, much later, when someone slipped into bed with her, as naked as she was. Florie was about to push him out, thinking it was the old man again, then she grabbed the cock and knew instantly it was Otis'. She scissored him and guided the prong to her nook, sighing contentedly as he fucked her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lila was already there when Florie arrived at Roy's apartment. Lila was a very shapely blonde, smiling, dressed in very little. She wore a sheer, pink sheath that snuggled about her lush titties, allowing them to wobble heavily, with hard nipples poking nearly through the cloth. It shaped itself against her firm thighs and the round ass and was cut so close to her pussy in front that it showed her buttocks in back, bare of panties.
Florie wore a skirt and sweater top, with panties and bra. She felt stifled by the clothes, and very young besides the sinuous and voluptuous Lila.
Roy introduced them after kissing her, and winking at her as though to say, 'This party is just for us, you and me.'
But Florie felt Lila's eyes on her, hungry as any man's, and she felt slightly strange for an instant. Roy gave her a cold drink, there was music playing, and she was at ease in a moment.
Roy said, "I feel like one of them sultans with his fucking harem...."
"That's what a harem is for, I guess," Lila agreed.
"Huh?"
"Fucking," Lila said, grinning at Florie. "Why don't you get comfortable, honey?" She stretched. "Kick off your shoes, or something."
"Yeh, take your pants off," Roy said.
Florie giggled. "You come'n take them off me."
Lila said, "How about a little strip poker?"
"Good idea," Roy said, "if you promise to lose." He looked at her. "You're about stripped down, now, baby."
"I've got my slippers...."
Roy chuckled. He found a deck of cards and sat on the floor, motioning them to sit on either side. "Ante-up something, gals." He stripped off his shirt then riffled the cards.
Lila put in a slipper and Florie skinned out of her sweater. She was wearing a low-cut bra and Lila's eyes were on it. A pink tongue-tip slid along her lips and Florie smiled.
"We'll skip the ante part, huh?" Roy said, "We'll bet the first five cards and see what happens." He dealt rapidly. "The idea is to get you broads naked anyway."
Lila shrugged, "Oh, I dunno. I wanna see your cock...."
"Reach over and feel it, baby."
Lila grinned, reached out and slid her hand up his leg. When she came to his fly, she gathered up the heavy thing she found there, squeezing it. "Ooooo...."
"You'll gimme a hard-on, if you keep that up."
"Keep it up," Florie said.
Roy examined his cards. "C'mon, stop playing with the meat, and look at your cards. Anybody beat two pair?"
"What's two pair?" Florie asked, showing her hand, giggling. "These are all pictures of people fucking."
Lila's eyes were round. She was examining her cards with fascinated interest, turning them round and round in her hands. "God, look what they're doing ...!" She picked up the rest of the deck and began to shuffle through it, staring at the sex pictures. "Where'd you get this deck!?"
"I bought it from a girl ... are you gonna play or not?"
Lila put the deck down, sighing. She showed her hand. "All I got is some screwing and a cocksucker."
Florie giggled. Roy said, "You lose, both of you. Show us some tits, Florie."
Florie unhooked her bra and slipped it off. She moved her shoulders, shaking her bare titties. Both Roy and Lila gazed at them with intense appreciation.
Lila said, "Jesus, lookit those lovely boobies...!" She leaned close and kissed one on the nipple as Florie giggled.
"You don't kiss them things, you suck them," Roy said. He leaned in front of her, closing his lips over one breast, sucking the nipple noisily as Florie grinned. When he sat up again her breast was wet.
"I'm jealous," Lila said.
Roy leaned her way and put his mouth over one of her tits, through the sheer cloth. He sucked it noisily as Lila snickered. When he sat up there was a large wet spot over her breast.
"Man, you two gimme a hard-on," Roy said, shuffling the cards.
"Lemme unzip them," Lila said, moving to grab his fly.
Roy squirmed to his knees. "New rule. The dealer gets to take off his pants-right?"
"Sure," Lila agreed.
Roy stripped off his pants and shorts in record time. His big hard pecker jutted out of his dark bush. Both Florie and Lila eyed it. Then he reached both ways and squeezed two titties at the same time and picked up the deck, dealing quickly.
Without even looking at her cards, Florie shoved down her panties and squirmed out of them.
Roy said, "Hey, you didn't lose yet."
"You want I should put them back on?"
Roy shook his dark head. "That's an infraction of the goddam rules. I gotta fine you. Take off something else."
"Hey, that's not fair," Lila protested. "I get to take off something, too." She watched Florie doff her skirt.
"Not unless you break a rule."
"How do I break a rule, for crissake?" She stared at the naked Florie. "Jesus...."
"You just did," Roy said. "Swearing. There's no goddam swearing in this fucking game." His eyes never left Florie's satiny body.
Florie, who was standing now, giggled and moved her hips suggestively, pleased at their interest and attention. She wanted to take the two steps necessary and to sit on Roy's tumid spike. Roy was staring with hot eyes at her cunt. She parted her thighs.
Lila had stripped off the sheer pink thing and was licking her wet lips, gazing at Florie's beautiful titties.
Roy breathed, "C'mere, kitten...." He put up his hands.
Florie took the two steps, mesmerized, opened her thighs still wider and gasped. Roy's hot mouth closed over her cunt and his flicking tongue made her writhe. Crazy sensations raced through her twitching body. She put her arms out to balance herself-she felt like falling-God what a delicious tonguing he was giving her! She moved the cunt over his mouth, languorously and lustfully, conscious that Lila had ducked her head into his crotch and was sucking his cock excitedly.
Then he pulled her down till she was kneeling, straddling his head, breathing hard because he was licking her hotly, tongue-fucking her feverishly. His hands came wandering up her body to fondle her swaying titties, squeezing and cuddling them.
Florie turned her head to stare into Lila's round eyes. Lila grinned with a lewd smile. She was sitting on Roy's cock, fucking herself over it, loins moving, gyrating, revolving. Her soft hands slid about Florie's hips and Florie allowed herself to be gently pulled back; Lila's hands captured both breasts, caressing them, licking her shoulder, her cheek. "Turn around," she whispered.
Roy let her rise, then turn about quickly and settle the pussy back to his mouth. She sucked in her breath as the wanton tongue entered her cunt again, and as Lila embraced her warmly, kissing her mouth, rubbing titties ... her heart was pounding with the wild excitement, the sensuous ferment. Lila was kissing her, not frenziedly but lovingly and deeply, as though she cared-and she felt an orgasm approaching.
She was on the floor with Roy atop her, fucking her with surging strokes. Florie curled her supple legs about his thrusting body, alive to the huge, pumping lance that skewered her, that was churning-up the befuddling sensations in her brain. She wanted to be kissed, tossing her head from side to side, but Roy's mouth was glued to Lila's jerking pussy. He was sucking her as he fucked Florie, and Lila was whimpering, spasming in her anguished Orgasm, "Lick me-Jesus, lick it, lick me ... I'm coming-I'm coming ... "
Florie grabbed Roy's naked ass with both hands, yanking at him, bucking and flinging herself at the driving prong. She was going to come in another second....
She was writhing on the floor, twined with Lila, and they were sixty-nining. The wild taste of cunt in her mouth, Lila's frantic mouth sucking her, licking her, tantalizing her, they were locked together on their sides, squirming lasciviously. But Lila's body was slithering and bucking-because Roy was curled about her back. Florrie, licking Lila's tender cunt, could easily see, in the musky gloom of sinuous bodies, that Roy's big cock was embedded in Lila's anus and was working in and out, in and out....
She was flat on her back, glassy-eyed, staring at the ceiling. Beside her, Roy was fucking Lila ... very slowly and goadingly. "Ohhhh, that feels good," Lila said, "like getting sucked off by a guy with no teeth."
Roy laughed. "You're a weirdo."
"I had a guy like that once, crazy. He used to take his teeth out and go down on me-you know, gum me to death. My God, it was wonderful!"
Florie turned her head lazily; her heart was still pounding from the blow that Lila had given her. Lila was the best cuntlicker she had ever known-better than Otis who tended to try to make her come too soon. Lila made it last and last ... limbs heavy and wrenching her lissome body with pursed her lips in a kiss.
Roy looked around at her, "I thought you were sucked out?"
"Geez, I was," Florie giggled. "Are you gonna fuck me next?"
Roy said, "We're just gonna keep suckin' you off."
Lila put out her hand and Florie moved close, snuggling up to the two of them. Lila kissed her and Roy's arm went about her, holding her tightly.
Lila's hand slid down and closed over her pussy ... Florie opened her thighs quickly, feeling herself diddled. She kissed Roy, sliding her tongue into his mouth. He said, "I think I'll fuck you."
Lila protested, "Don't get up yet...." She held him, kissing him and caressing him provokingly. Roy made as though to roll off then changed his mind, continuing to feed her the rigid meat.
Florie snuggled even closer, soothed and stupefied by the busy fingers in her quim. She had no idea how many times she had climaxed in their afternoon's love play, but the sensations were washing over her, glazing her eyes, making her limbs heavy and wrenching her lissom body with their profligate gifts. It was difficult for her to think now-all she seemed to desire was a kiss, a caress-another paroxysm....
CHAPTER EIGHT
Otis knew that if he kept his date with Cherri in the afternoon he would be so fucked-out that he wouldn't go to the Mockers party that night.
So he dodged Cherri, figuring he could make it up somehow later. He wanted to go to the party ... and, anyway, Dink, the club leader, had got a girl for him.
"She'll fuck you blind," Dink had said and laughed. So Otis knew that Dink had tried her out. Dink was a chunky guy with broad, powerful shoulders and a long powerful cock. Dink always complained that his prick did him no good in his pants. "You got to stick it in something, baby."
Otis went to the Mockers basement clubhouse and had a nap. A few of the guys were sitting around shooting the breeze, drinking beer. Herman was telling them how much Rosie liked it. "I fuck that dame five, six times a day. She never gets enough. Hell, I got her one of them little phony pricks-you know, with a battery in it? Hell, she wore the fucker out."
"Yeah, she's a nice piece of ass," someone agreed.
Otis closed his eyes, turning his face to the wall. Another of the guys was telling them how old Walt had got drunk and horny one night, with no dames around, and how he'd put shaving cream on his cock and fucked Walt in the ass. Everybody laughed.
He drifted off and woke hours later. It was getting dark, he could tell by the gloom of the place. The crowd had gone, but the noise that had awakened him was a rhythmic bumping coming from one of the other bunks. Otis rubbed his eyes and peered. Some guy had a dame in the bunk, screwing her. He could see the girl's two white thighs.
Someone came in from the outside. "Hey, Dink, you in here? "
"Yeh," growled Dink from the bunk. "Whatchoo want?"
The guy came in-it was Chico, Otis saw-and went over to the bunk. Then he laughed, "Oh, howdy, Mame, I didn't know you was in here."
The girl said something. Dink growled, "What the fuck you want? We're busy."
"Yeh, I see. Lissen, can I take your car for about an hour? I got a cunt over on-"
"Yeah," Dink said, "go ahead." He turned away from Chico and resumed screwing Mame. Chico left.
Otis slid out of the bunk, making no noise at all. He wasn't sure that the two of them had seen him sleeping. He made it to the door, went out and had some food.
When he returned to the club, a few guys were there, talking, and Dink smiled and pulled him into the other room.
"Hey, baby, I want you to meet Otis." A redhead rose and came over, looking at him under long, black lashes. She was lithe and shapely, with large titties, not entirely covered.
"This's Mame," Dink said. "This's the broad I told you about." He slapped Otis' shoulder. "You two'll get along fine."
"Hi, honey," Mame said.
Otis blinked at her. This was the girl that Dink had just fucked in the bunk. He nodded, "Hi." She was pretty all right, in a rather vague, wide-eyed way ... like a doll, he thought. He wondered if she was as dumb as she looked. He looked down at her big, jutting tits and didn't care.
"Dish it out baby," Dink said, slapping them both on the shoulders. He laughed and went out.
She giggled, "You got a cigarette?"
"Yeh." He produced a pack and shook up two.
Mame put one between her lips. "Gimme a Dutch fuck."
"Huh?"
She giggled again. "A Dutch fuck-light it for me."
"Oh." He struck a match. That was a new one on him. He couldn't keep his eyes off her tits. Jesus, what boobs!
"You like them?"
"Huh?"
She said, "You keep staring at my tits. You like 'em?"
"Hell, yeah!"
She moved slightly closer. "Well go ahead and feel 'em for crissake. I don't mind. You know, get it outa your system."
He put both hands up and cupped them. They were lush and warm, heavy and firm. Her nipples were hard as rocks. Mame just grinned at him as he handled and fondled them. She was wearing a skin tight bra, very thin, hardly more than a pair of shallow cups that held them up but allowed the nipples to poke her dress out.
He leaned down and kissed one. She squealed lightly at that and shook her shoulders so they wobbled. He kissed it again.
She pulled his face up and suddenly came into his arms, crowding against him. Otis could feel her thighs open and her crotch tilt. She rubbed her cunt at him. "You're gonna get me hot that way...."
He said, "Why not? You got me hot."
She giggled and reached down, squeezing his cock. It was hard. "God yeah, you are too." She kept massaging it, rubbing it. "Jesus Christ, now I am hot!"
Otis dropped the cigarette. "You want something more than a Dutch fuck?"
She kissed him and bit his lower lip lightly. "How about a real fuck?"
He glanced around the small room, wondering if he should put her back into the bunk where Dink had hosed her. Guys were yelling outside, though. The party was probably getting started. They were going down by the lake.
Mame said, "Aren't you gonna do anything?"
"Lissen honey, the second I get my cock in you they'll be screaming at us to get into the car." He patted her ass. "This thing'll save, huh?"
She said, "You sonofabitch, you owe me a screw."
He headed her toward the door, crowded up behind her and she stopped short. His hands went around her, swept up to her breasts and held them. She pushed her butt at his cock and moved it in a very obscene manner. He said in her ear, "Okay, I owe you a screw. "I want it now...."
He slid his left hand around both of her breasts and ran his right down over her belly and up under her mini, between her legs. Mame sucked in her breath as he cupped her pussy and rubbed it slowly, fingers sliding inside her loose briefs, one finger squishing into the wet slot.
She leaned her head back, breathing hard, lips seeking his. "I wanna get fucked, damnit!"
He would have pulled her into a bunk then, but two guys came clattering into the next room, calling, "Any of you cocksuckers in here? C'mon, the car's waiting...."
Somehow he got her up the stairs and piled into a car, in the back seat. Sid and Ann Ludel, the little brunette, were already there, curled up in a corner.
Sid said, "Mame! Jesus, I ain't seen you around ... who you with-Otis?"
Otis said, "Hi, Sid ... Annie." He sat and Mame practically crawled into his lap. She said, "Hi, Sid, honey."
Chico was driving the car. He had Aline beside him, a little blonde who looked eight years old but who had been described by the other guys as a wild cocksucker. Chico asked, "Everybody in?" He snickered, "Jeez, I mean in the car." Aline turned a laughing face toward them. "Naw, nobody's in yet."
"Give us time," Ann said.
Mame snuggled closer, whispering, "You can get into me if you want...."
It was dark in the car. Otis slid his hand up her leg, feeling it part from its twin. His fingers slid under the briefs again and she said, "Ooooooo," as the finger greased into her cunt and rubbed it.
Close beside them Ann hissed, "Ouch! Goddammit!"
Otis glanced, sidelong. Sid was mouthing one of Ann's breasts, his head rooting in her open blouse. It was very close in the car, and she was almost sitting on his lap, facing Otis and Mame. Otis watched as Sid's free right hand roved over her knee and up between her thighs; she opened them wide for him, and she was naked. She moaned softly as Sid began to jazz her in the cunt.
He was frigging Mame hotly now and she was turning toward him, writhing and kissing him urgently. Her back was to Sid and Ann, but the way she was wriggling, her passionate breathing and the long, naked leg she lifted so he could more easily get at her, Otis knew they were hiding nothing.
Otis smiled to himself. The noisy and squishy sounds of cunt masturbation were louder and louder-both of them were frigging the girls. In the front seat Aline was giggling softly and whispering something to Chico. They both seemed to be busy with their hands, Chico moved, looking down ... then she dived into his lap. Otis knew she was sucking his cock.
As they left the town behind and moved into the country, Ann suddenly gasped and came-jazzedoff.
Even Mame looked around at her. Ann was jerking and gasping, hanging onto Sid for dear life, groaning wordlessly. Sid only grinned at them, his teeth white in the gloom of the car.
"Somebody popped their cookies, huh?" Chico said. "Smells like a whorehouse in here."
"Fuck you," Ann said, sighing.
When they arrived at the lake, Otis and Mame didn't get out of the car. The others jumped out, slamming doors, yelling to people who were arriving behind them, but Mame was on fire.
"You promised me, you sonofabitch," she hissed, and twisted around to face him. She got one leg across him, straddling his lap. Otis ripped his zipper down, flipping out his cock and yanking her onto it. Mame moaned gratefully, stuffing it into herself and bucking over it. The prick skewered her; she grabbed his shoulders with both hands and bounced up and down over the dong, hotly, urgently. "Dammit-fuck me!"
He fucked her, holding her writhing hips, ramming the cock upward as hard as he could as she sighed and gyrated over the tumid cockpole.
She only lasted a few minutes, then boiled over in a wild humping, gasping orgasm that jerked and spasmed her lithe body. Otis was concentrating so much on making her boot one that he did not come near it.
When she began to taper off, she was still sitting on a rigid chunk of meat that was buried in her to delicious lengths. "God, you're wonderful," she breathed, writhing over the hard prick. "You got more for Mamie, huh, honey?"
Otis caressed her breasts, fumbling at the buttons on her blouse. She helped him. "Lay me on my back, honey...."
"You just got fucked."
Mame giggled, "What the hell, I can take a lot of that." She writhed over the pecker. "Gimme this thing right."
He got the blouse open and pulled down the thin bra. She unhooked it and waggled her shoulders so the lush titties wobbled provokingly. Otis gathered one up and sucked it hard, licking it and loving it. Mame squealed in delight, bucking herself on the stiff cock.
"Lay me down an' fuck me...."
"In a sec." The tits were delectable and tasty. He went from one to the other, licking and sucking them. Her skin was warm and satiny, but she was beginning to get to him. She was humping herself over the prick, squeezing it and doing her best to inflame him. She pulled off the blouse over her head, then her skirt and was naked, sitting on his lap, thighs wide, grinning at him, her dark hair flowing about her shoulders. She was lovely and wanton, squirming her hips greedily; Otis could look down at the cleft and see just the hint of his cock there, working inside her.
She whispered, "I wanna get fucked ... put me on my back...."
He started to, lifting her to turn her about-and then it welled up. He flopped back, pumping upward into her in a frenzy, holding her silky body in a death grip. She knew he was coming and helped. She giggled and churned her hips, kissing his cheeks madly. The jism spurted, gushed and the paroxysms shook the car.
Mame moaned the entire time he was fountaining. "Ooooooooh...." He thought she came too, but could not be sure. He flopped back, almost full length on the narrow car seat with her atop him, humping and slithering, scissoring him and fucking back.
It was really a delicious screw.
It took a long time to taper off, then they sat up and had a cigarette, sharing it. "Jeez, I was horny," she said.
He wondered if it was because Dink had fed her a good piece of meat. Her engine had been running in high when he met her.
"Don't you have a regular boyfriend?" She snickered. "Yeh, sort of. Only he's outa town."
"How'd you know Dink?"
"I was a member of the Mockers." she said in slight surprise, "I mean Joe was-that's my boyfriend, He hadda drop out when he moved to the other end of town."
"Oh."
"Dink come over and got me when he heard Joe left a couple days ago." She snickered, "He said he didn't want me to be lonely. Dink is a good cock."
"Yeh," he said. He looked around the site. Someone had a small fire going; a few radios were playing, and some of the people were wading and swimming. It was a nice warm night ... he could see they were naked. "Let's go join the others, huh?"
"Do I gotta put my clothes on?"
He shrugged. "Suit yourself."
She got out of the car naked. The sight almost gave him a hard-on again. Mame was built like a brick shithouse, no shit. She wriggled her shapely ass toward the fire, walking carefully in bare feet on the dark ground. He followed her, stuffing his cock back into his pants.
He'd have a drink, then grab her and fuck her again.
But someone beat him to her. Walt-he thought it was Walt-came out of the dark before she reached the fire, grabbed her about the waist and half carried her, squealing happily, off to the lake.
Mame wasn't really his, so there wasn't anything he could do about it. You didn't fuck around with another member's girl, unless he said you could, but she wasn't his girl. He watched the guy wade into the water with her; the two of them splashed alongside a few others, then swam into the dark of the lake and he lost them.
At the fire, Herman gave him a bottle, "Drink it down, buddy, good for the pecker." Rosie, sitting naked on a blanket, said, "It don't do anything for yours."
Herman said, "You keep me fucked-out, baby."
Otis sat and grinned at Rosie. She was a slim, pointed-tit blonde. He had never screwed her, but most of the other guys had, he knew. She had a rep as a great little fuck because she was so horny. She said, "How come you're wearing pants?"
"He just got here for crissake," Herman told her. He shook his head at Otis. "Better kick outa the pants, pal, she wants to look at your cock."
"Ohhhh, fuck off," Rosie said.
There was another couple at the fire, both of them naked or near naked, lying on a blanket to one side, paying no attention to them. The girl was Shirl Hibber whom he knew slightly, and the guy was somebody named Grogan. Grogan was a newcomer, a visitor to the club ... which probably made him a friend of Dink's. Otis watched the guy kissing and playing with Shirl. She was a long-haired brunet with a plain, rather ordinary face, but a great body. Grogan was slowly moving his leg over hers to get between her knees. He had a huge hard-on.
It took a minute to shove out of his clothes; he laid them aside and looked down at his half-hard cock. Rosie was looking at it too, with a little smile on her wise face, probably thinking how she could harden it up. Otis smiled at her again, wondering if Herman would let him screw her.
Herman drifted off to the lake, however, calling to someone in the water. Rosie said, "You wanna screw?"
Otis looked at Herman. "Yeah."
"Meet me over there," Rosie motioned with her head toward the trees, clumps of them dark and silent just beyond the cars. She got to her feet in a quick, lithe movement and glided off, glancing at Herman who was wading in the water.
Otis finished the drink and walked to the lake, letting Herman see him, even calling to Mame who was splashing a dozen feet out. Walt was right behind her, arms about her. Otis wondered where the guy's cock was. Probably where she wanted it.
He ducked back, circled the cars and slid into the trees.
Rosie was waiting for him. "Where the fuck you go?"
"I didn't wanna follow you too close." He embraced her, feeling the thrust of her loins. She opened her thighs immediately and slid one leg around him, pulling his cock close, rubbing herself against it.
"Jesus," she whispered, "Hurry up and get it in me."
"What's your hurry?"
She giggled, "I'm horny, that's why." She grasped his prick, rubbing the big end of it on her cunt. "C'mon, do me something."
He put her back against the first big tree, lifting her as much as he could and guided it. "Push...." He pushed and felt it dive in. Warm. He was fucking her hotly in a second. She said, "Oooooo yeh, baby, give it to mama...."
It went in to the hair, deep and satisfying. Her slim legs held him tightly, her breath was warm on his cheek, her tits cushioned his chest.
"That what you want, honey?"
She giggled in his ear, "You know it. Oooo, you do that nice. Baby, you do it like you mean it."
"How can you get a hard-on unless you mean it?"
"Don't gimme that fuckin' philosophy at a time like this...."
He chuckled. She had a delightful ass wriggle. She didn't fuck back as hard as Florie did, but she kept her cunt moving; she didn't just take it. She kept inciting him, urging him on, gyrating her ass just enough to keep a good hot fire in his balls. Her kisses and her licking tongue fanned the fire. No wonder Herman complained that he was fucked out. Otis was sure that Rosie could wear a cock into a nub.
She whispered, "Oooo, you feel good...."
He had never been more rigid; he nailed her to the tree and she cooed at every stroke. She wasn't very big, not nearly as big as Mame, and he held her against the tree easily and kept the pecker deep in her, jogging and stabbing it in.
She said, "Hey, you know where I live?"
"No."
"I'll give you my number ... okay?"
"Sure, honey." She wanted more of the same during the week. "You having fun?"
She giggled softly, "I'm having a ball-getting balled."
"How about Herman?"
"He works at the warehouse ... he's gone all day." She kissed him. "There's lots of time to play. A gal gets lonely, honey."
He doubted if she was ever lonely. "If I come over are there any games we could play?"
She giggled again and slapped his bare butt. "You're kinda cute, baby."
He rammed her hard ... faster. Feeling her tighten about him. It wouldn't be long now-he was going to fire hose into this pussy-and she was feeling it too.
Her voice was husky in his ear, "Jesus, fuck it in...!"
Otis held her ass and spurted. She moaned, threshing against him as he pumped ... damn, it felt crazy! His cock pulsated, gushing a flood; her body was jerking in paroxysms. She had come with him, panting and gasping for breath, holding on for dear life. He kept fucking her, fucking her, fucking her....
CHAPTER NINE
He waded into the lake-watching Rosie disappear behind the cars-his cock still half hard. Man, she could throw a fuck into a guy. He would skin over and see her during the day sometime and blow his wad. She had made him promise.
Otis paused and looked at the dark expanse of water; it was very pretty in the filtering moonlight ... like a goddam postcard. Over to his right some guy had a girl down on the bank and was humping away between her legs like there was no tomorrow, and ahead of him some people were splashing and yelling, but mostly it was dark, soothing and calm.
Only he didn't feel like being calm. He was thinking about a piece of Mame. Maybe he shouldn't be, so soon after snaking his weenie out of Rosie, but Mame was different-he thought of her as different. Hell, all broads were the same upside down. But there was something different about the way Mame gave him a screw.
When he got closer to the water-splashers he saw that there were five or six of them. It was so dark that it was almost impossible to recognize them, except by voice-and their voices were thickened by liquor. Otis got down and swam to them and no one noticed him at all. He came up by Chico and a girl, both neck deep in the roily water. She was holding to his shoulders saying, "Uhhhhh, ohhhhhh...." and moaning. Chico must have it a yard up her.
Dink and another guy were swimming after a yelling girl, and they pursued her all the way to the bank, shouting but saying nothing, and when they caught her she subsided, laughing, kicking her legs in the air. One of them got on her.
The other two in the water were Shirl and Grogan, but Grogan was pissy-eyed drunk. Otis could tell he was drunk, and he went up behind Shirl. "Hi...."
She grinned at him over her shoulder, and when he put his arms about her, she pulled his hands up to her tits immediately. Otis jammed his cock into the crack of her ass and she pushed back against him. "Oh yeah...."
Grogan saw him and came close. "Whozat ... hey, whozat?"
"There's nobody here," Shirl said, revolving her ass. Otis slid his hand down over her belly to her puss and she opened her thighs.
Grogan giggled, "Hey, if there's nobody here, who the fuck is that?"
Shirl said, "You got a limp cock."
"Hey, don't yank on it," Grogan said. "The cocksucker'll come off." He laughed.
Otis could feel her hanging onto the dick, jazzing it. She said, "I can't get it hard, honey."
She felt good to him. Otis handled her, pushing his very stiff prong up under her, reaching around in front, rubbing it against her cunt. She was frigging Grogan who was kissing her and Otis raised her up easily and slid the prick into her from behind. The water buoyed her, she opened her legs wide and he was fucking her busily and looking around for Mame at the same time. She didn't seem to be in the water.
Shirl pushed Grogan then, and the guy went under. He simply went over backwards and disappeared. Shirl giggled, then she said, "HeyGrogan...!"
He didn't come up.
Otis swore. He yanked his prick out and pushed past her, diving down, feeling around. He got hold of an arm and pulled on it. When he came to the surface, Shirl was screaming.
A guy yelled from the bank, "What the fuck's goin'on?"
Otis had Grogan's head above water, he began to swim to the bank, towing the guy, as fast as he could go. Shirl followed them yelling that Grogan was drowned ... Grogan is drowned!
Dink got off the girl at the bank, his prick long and hard. He helped Otis drag the drunk out and lay him on his belly. Somebody said, "Bugger the bastard, that'll push the water out."
Otis jumped on Grogan's back, pushed up and down and water gushed. Grogan moaned. Shirl yelled, "He's alive...!" She shoved Otis aside and did the pushing herself, straddling his butt.
Otis saw Mame, staring at them from a parked car. He drifted that way. The guy with her was Hal Deets, one of the club's oldtimers. He couldn't take her away from Deets ... the guy would kill him. Otis sat down behind the car and listened to it squeak. Deets must be fucking her madly on the back seat.
He smoked a cigarette, listening to them go at it. They would hump like mad, then slow down and now and then Otis could hear Mame giggle. They talked a bit, then went back to screwing. He was sure making her like it.
He got up and very cautiously sneaked a look inside the car. There was enough light for him to see that Deets was on her, in the back seat, her legs about him, and the two of them were fucking like there was no tomorrow. Otis watched them for five minutes; they didn't seem to let up at all. He saw Mame go into a jerking, bumping orgasm, with Deets chuckling and ramming it at her.
Otis gave up. Fuck her. There were other cunts. He went looking for one.
He went back to look at Grogan too. They had him at a fire, wrapped in a blanket, sipping coffee. He looked pale, Otis thought. Shirl was rubbing his back, looking concerned. Shirl was also naked, her long dark hair curling along her sleek back. She had a great shape.
Dink was also there, pretending to be concerned about Grogan, but feeling up Shirl's legs at the same time. Shirl didn't mind, not even when Dink cupped his hand over the pussy and wriggled his fingers.
At least the guy wasn't dead. Otis went on by the fire, watching Dink lift Shirl's ass and place it on his lap. Dink reached around her, inserted his prong then bounced her on his lap as she continued to rub Grogan's back.
He found Aline coming out of the woods, walking carefully and daintily, stark naked. She grinned, seeing him, "I hadda go pee...." She reached automatically for his cock when he came close, and hung onto it, working it in her fingers.
"You're just the girl I wanted to see," Otis said, embracing her.
"I oughta go back to Chico-" She indicated one of the cars with her head.
"Fuck Chico."
She giggled, curling about him. She was only a tiny thing. She held him and rubbed her belly on the prick. "I don't like to fuck."
"Hey, you're playing my song."
Aline kissed him, snickering, "I'd rather play on your flute...."
He picked her up and carried her down the lake. She was a featherweight, hanging onto his cock the whole way, and jazzing it.
He asked, "Does it hurt when a guy screws you?"
She shook her head, kissing him softly, "Huh uh-it just doesn't turn me on."
"Maybe you don't have any taste buds on your cunt."
Aline laughed, "You're cute."
"So're you. Can I fuck you?"
She sighed, "Well, if you have to...." She put her tongue into his mouth, then worked it in and out lewdly between his lips. "Can I suck you first?"
"Hell yeh."
She bit his lower lip playfully. "Put me down...."
He glanced around. They were on the sandy shore of the lake, a long stone's throw from the fire. A few people were yelling and splashing in the lake, their voices came very clearly over the water. A girl said, "Ouch, you cockhead, that's the wrong hole...."
Otis put her down and felt his prick mouth-captured almost instantly. Aline knelt in front of him, holding his thighs tightly, licking up and down the cock, taking the head of it into her mouth, nuzzling it ... it was hard as steel.
She looked up at him. "Why don't you sit, honey-this may take some time."
"Yeah." He picked her up again and moved a dozen feet to sit on a hummock of earth with his back against a sapling. Aline curled between his legs and went to work on the weenie in earnest.
Obviously she loved her work. She was a lustful cocksucker.
He could close his eyes and it almost seemed like Florie mouth-fucking him. Little sister Florie was the best cocksucker he had yet encountered, even including Binnie Hupp and Cherri. Cherri was eager and willing, but she didn't have the technique of keeping him on the edge for a long time; Binnie was super and loved to do it, but she liked to fuck better. Florie, on the other hand, could drive him up the wall in a variety of ways. Florie was getting lots of boffing, he knew, and, now and then, she seemed to be insatiable. She would creep into his room late at night and slip under the covers, find his prick and quietly begin to suck him off. It was a very pleasant way to wake up. Usually he woke in the midst of a dream-that he was fucking someone-and when the dream became too real, then he woke and Florie was there, grinning at him in the dark, blowing him wickedly.
Aline couldn't take all of his cock into her mouth each time she went down on it. Her cheeks hollowed, then filled as she lowered her head, then hollowed again; her suction was good and she massaged his balls with her hands. Otis held her warm body with his legs and fondled her silky hair. She was slowly bringing him to a boil. It was utterly delicious.
Two people came into his consciousness, swimming then wading just in front of them. Otis held Aline tightly, feeling her steady mouth action. The waders paused, hissing at each other. Otis saw that the girl was Rosie, but he couldn't tell who the man was but it certainly wasn't the skinny Herman, her boyfriend.
Otis was surprised that Rosie didn't speak to them. Then it occurred to him that he and Aline must be nearly invisible where they were, surrounded in the gloom by leaves. He saw Rosie bend over then the guy came close behind her and put his prick up her rear end. He watched the two of them fucking only a couple of yards away.
It took the guy about five minutes to spill his wad. Rosie just held her knees and let him spurt. He battered her ass, driving and pumping, panting loudly.
Aline turned her head slowly and stared at them, still mouthing the prick.
When the fucker tapered off, he said something to Rosie and slid to his knees in the water.
Otis watched Rosie turn, smiling in the night, and push her cunt at his mouth. The guy gobbled her, holding her buttocks with both hands, and sucked her off quickly. She took it big, ohhhing and panting and writhing her ass. Afterwards the two of them waded back the way they had come.
Otis slid both hands under Aline's arms and lifted her up. His cock came out of her mouth with a loup plop and she protested violently.
"Put me down, put me down-stoppit, honey!"
He put her on his lap, feeling up her satiny legs. "In a minute-"
"Honey, I had you just right!"
He slapped her ass lightly, chuckling. "C'mon, open your legs."
"Godammit, I don't wanna fuck!" She squirmed, fighting him, trying to grab the cock in her hand. "Honey, I was workin' you up to it-in another minute or two-"
"Lemme stick it in you."
"Please...." She began to kiss him, fondle him sensuously, rubbing her tits on his chest, "you said I could suck you first."
"Yeah, but you wanna blow me."
She giggled, "Course I do, what you think? Please, let me down, let me down...."
He patted her ass lovingly, "Spread 'em, baby, just lemme stick it in you for a minute."
She moaned, kissing him madly. "If you do that you'll come. Lemme suck it!"
"I promise I won't come."
She kissed him, using all her wiles, licking his lips, but keeping her legs tight together. Otis slid his finger down into her crotch as far as the clit, tickling it as she squirmed.
He said, "I just wanna fuck you for a minute...."
"Goddamn you."
"Please, baby. Then you can have it." She sighed, "You promise not to come?"
"I promise."
She seemed to think about it for a full minute, then she sighed again and slowly opened her legs. Otis pulled her around to face him, making her straddle his lap. She was helpless now. Her pretty pussy was sitting there all defenseless. With a grin, Otic pulled her butt forward till his prick rubbed the hair between her legs. "Put it in...."
She guided it, biting her lip. Otis pulled her over the cock and thrust upward, feeling it sink into her, warm and tight. She was very tight. She put her arms about his neck while he worked it in. It was a delectable feeling.
She whispered in his ear, "You promised-don't you dare come in me."
"I won't," he said, fucking her.
But he almost couldn't help it. She had brought him to the ragged edge only moments before, and now he was back to the brink again, teetering on the rim ... and Aline knew it.
She beat on his chest with tiny fists ... and he let her slide off him in a flurry. She jumped off the cock and dived into his crotch with indecent haste. Otis gritted his jaws, feeling her sucking mouth on his prick again, pulling, working it, kneading, massaging, driving him headlong over the edge. The jism welled up-he heard her groan-and then it gushed. His legs stiffened out, he shuddered and jerked, hunching his shoulders under the paroxysms. She was sucking hard, draining him. He heard the slurp and squish of it-God how she could suck!
She had it all. She didn't pause for an instant breathing through her nose, gobbling it up and smacking her lips over it. He felt weak and his pecker began to fade. He had been beautifully sucked off. He drooped, feeling her still sucking the cock, loving it and cooing over it. She had the entire dong in her mouth now, gorging on it.
What a blow job!
He told her so, and she giggled. "Get it hard and I'll do it again."
He closed his eyes and petted her. "In a little bit," he said lazily, hoping it was true.
But the party was about over. When the horns began to honk it meant that it was time to return to town. Most everyone was fucked out.
He slept most ol the way back into town; it was three in the morning when they arrived. It was a quarter to four when he got home and let himself in as silently as he could.
He was pooped. The house was silent and he doffed his clothes and climbed into bed gratefully.
Florie came padding in five minutes later and climbed in with him, grasping his cock immediately. "I thought I heard you come in...."
"Go away," he breathed.
She giggled in his ear, massaging the prick. "I'm horny...."
"Go away...."
"It won't get hard." He grunted.
She scooted down and licked it, sucking it for a moment.
"The poor thing."
Otis snored. He was asleep.
Florie sighed. She sucked on the prick for several moments, realized it was through for the night, and slowly slid out of bed. She went back to her own room and played with herself.
CHAPTER TEN
Lila was lying atop her, kissing her. Florie scissored the lustful blonde, content to let Lila do the kissing, the tongue-fucking. She was diddling Lila, and herself in the pussy; their two cunts were rubbing together. Roy was surging over Lila's back, fucking her in the ass.
Lila remembered to moan now and then, because Roy liked it when he thought he was hurting her. He loved to work his cock up her asshole and ram her with it. She told him it hurt, and he couldn't resist buggering her. But Roy had to keep telling himself he was hurting her, because she quickly got to a point where she didn't seem to mind it ... especially when she was making wild love to Florie as he reamed her.
He watched the two of them kiss, an all-out, voracious oscillation. They were both having a crazy time, and he knew Florie was masturbating, and frigging Lila, the meat in the sandwich. Roy was very pleased that the two girls were getting on so well together. He had organized other threesomes that had not turned out so well ... like the broad in Memphis who had stabbed the other one in a jealous fit. A guy had to be careful with dames ... to fuck both the same amount, show no favoritism.
He could tell they were approaching the moment ... and he fed Lila the cock in long, surging strokes. She and Florie were both moaning now, and he knew damn well he wasn't hurting Lila a bit. His prick butt-holed her in velvety stimulation. She was actually squeezing it with her sphincter.
Both girls jerked into mutual orgasms within a moment of each other, gasping and bucking, with Florie giggling a little with the sheer delight of it. Florie was the hottest little cunt he had ever known.
He decided to turn her over and stick his cock up her ass.
Lila protested when he slid his prick out of her. But he mopped it, squished cream on it and pried the two writhing girls apart. Florie instantly thought he meant to fuck her so she let go and reached for him, smiling.
He flipped her over onto her belly and licked his lips at sight of "her delicious, pink ass. Jesus, what an ass!
Lila said, "Hey, she isn't big enough for that...."
"Sure I am," Florie said. She had been butt-buggered several times. Roy's prick might stretch her a little, but it wasn't that big. She squirmed, feeling his fingers exploring her rosebud. He worked a finger into it, oozing it in and out, pushing it to the knuckle.
He said, "Relax, baby, you're gonna like this."
"You'll split her, you sonofabitch," Lila said.
"Horseslift." Roy pulled her back onto it, putting the big head of his prick at the bud and pushing. "Relax your ass, baby...."
"I'm relaxing," Florie said, head down. "Go on, shove it in." She jumped as the head of it slid inside past the big muscle. "Ooooo, ouch!"
Lila sat beside her, rubbing her ass. "Take it easy, Roy ... dammit, take it easy...." She cupped Florie's tits, Roy grinned, staring down, watching his cock bury itself into Florie's anus. It slid in smoothly as Florie squirmed and panted. Lila kept feeling around the disappearing prick, rubbing Florie around the stretched hole, trying to ease the entrance of the pecker. "Are you all right, baby...?"
Florie moaned, sucking in her breath. It did stretch her, but it didn't hurt, not painfully. Roy was pretty careful; she had faith that he wouldn't ruin her ... how many times had he told her that she was the wildest cunt he had ever known?
Roy began to fuck her ass gently, smoothly, with easy long strokes. It began to feel good and she pushed back against him. She was on hands and knees. Lila came suddenly, pushing under her, scissoring and kissing her.
Florie let herself down on the wanton blonde, embracing Lila, the fleshy cushion of their breasts titillating both of them. Lila's lecherous fingers were in her cunt and Florie groaned, feeling Roy pump her harder; the big cock was a yard up her butt.
She kissed Lila in a frenzy, being diddled and ass fucked at the same time. Her heart was hammering. She screamed and began to jerk as the orgasm washed over her. Sheer, voluptuous ecstasy closed around her and she knew she was a sex freak. Lila was playing crazy tunes on her cunt.
She giggled, feeling Roy shoot his wad up her ass.
The orgasm twitched and stupefied her; her eyes rolled up in her head and she drifted off, pulsing and throbbing in sensuous bliss.
She began to cut school. What a fucking bore it was.
The first time was on impulse, and maybe it was because she was horny. She had jazzed herself in the bathroom; Otis had skinned out early and she hadn't been able to grab at his cock. By the time she got close to school she had decided to call Roy.
But he was out ... his phone didn't answer. She called Lila. Lila said, "Come on up, baby...."
Lila didn't ask dumb questions. Lila was naked when she got there, with only a sheerest of peekaboo robes on, wanting to kiss and fondle. Lila stripped her clothes off-with Florie doing her best to lick Lila's tits-and the two of them ran into the bedroom and began to lick each other, and kiss pussies and suck pussies. They gorged themselves on cunt.
They spent hours at it. In the afternoon they went to Roy's room, found him in, and invited him to join in the games. "We're having fun...."
He stripped them both and himself and laid them on the bed, one atop the other, both with legs spread wide. Then he fucked them, first into Florie a few strokes, then into Lila a few strokes. The girls giggled and he worked them all into a lather.
After that Florie didn't go to school for a week straight. She went directly to Roy's apartmentwhich was very early for him-and crawled into bed with him. She was quite willing to do all the work, lying atop him, fucking him happily, or curled between his thighs, sucking him off.
However, Roy was accustomed to making passes at girls, and there were times in the afternoons, when he was out somewhere, that he met a girl and wanted to screw her. When a few times he couldn't get it up because Florie had fucked him out that morning, he began to dodge Florie.
Florie thereupon went back to Lila who was always ready and delighted to have a beautiful bed partner for to breakfast and lunch on cunt.
But some office shit at the school wrote to Florie's parents asking what had happened to Florie. Florie, luckily, intercepted the letter, but the school sent out a truant officer.
This officer was young and slim, named Dreco. Florie, in practically nothing, met him at the door. She was home, having rolled around a bed with Lila all morning. She invited Mr. Dreco in and he came, all eyes for the magnificent tits she showed him. She wore a sleazy satin robe that out-lined every pore, that almost covered her nipples, and that was open in front to her navel with each step she took.
Dreco almost forgot what he had come for.
Florie was wondering what he had in his pants. After playing in pussyland all morning she was hot for a cock. She sat by Mr. Dreco on the family couch and leaned toward him to give him the best look possible at her assets.
He was slightly red in the face, but started bravely, asking if she was Florie Harrod and, if so, why she wasn't in school?
"I haven't been feeling well," Florie said, sliding even closer. She had his attention. Was that a bulge forming in his pants?
"Ier-I thought-ah-what was I going to say? Oh yes, have you seen the doctor?"
"What good are doctors?" Florie asked. "Why don't you examine me?" She smiled invitingly.
"Me?" Dreco coughed. "Well, I-"
Florie caught up his hand and placed it just below her left tit. "See, my heart's beating, right?"
"Oh, yes, it certainly is...."
"Maybe you'd better listen to it." She surged toward him, giggling lightly and placed her almost naked breast in his face, managing to rub her nipple over his mouth. She climbed into his lap to do this and his hands were about her immediately.
She asked, "Can you hear my heartbeat?"
"Er-not quite-" Dreco was smothered by tits. This lithe, writhing girl was driving him to distraction. Somehow the satin robe became open at the neck and he was lolling deliciously in a soft, pulsing valley between the two of the most tantalizing breasts he had ever seen. He licked one and she squirmed, moaning.
He took one into his mouth and sucked on it.
In three minutes he was on Florie, fucking her in a frenzy.
Mr. Dreco was married, and his wife was a normal, sex-interested woman, but she was nothing like the girl who was screwing him now. This girl wrapped sinewy legs about him, drawing his prick into her, squeezing and massaging it while her loins went through greedy contortions as she fucked back. Dreco had never had such a wild fuck in his life.
He shot his wad much too soon. He couldn't help himself.
She felt it squirt and looked up at him. "Oh, you goddam jackrabbit!"
"I'm sorry...." Dreco stuttered.
"Sorry-shit!"
Dreco tried to keep fucking her, but his cock wilted and flipped out in a few moments.
Florie said, "Get the fuck off me, you jellyfish."
"Please don't be angry...."
She was sore as a boil on the back of a neck. "You mother-fuckers are no goddam good. Get your stupid pants on and get the hell out. Go on."
"But-"
"Fuck off," Florie said and stalked out. Jesus, what a shithead. Just when she was getting a glow on. She went into the bathroom and washed out her pussy, wondering if Jerry was home. Probably not. She heard the front door slam as Dreco went out, and she shook her head. Jesus, what a bust.
She knew about the Mockers Club, the one Otis belonged to. Maybe Otis was there, at the clubhouse. She put on a mini and blouse and went there. She really needed a good satisfying screw.
She knew where the run-down house was; it was no secret, and when she went up the littered, weed-grown walk she saw a guy sitting on the porch, staring at her ass, smoking a thin cigar.
He smiled, "Who're you, sister?"
"I'm looking for Otis."
"Otis, huh?" He cocked his head at her. He was a big, chunky guy, blondish, with a wide mouth. He smiled. "Won't I do, baby? Otis ain't here."
She went up on the porch and smiled at him. Yeh, he would do fine. "Gimme a cigarette?"
"Sure, honey." He fished one out and lit it for her, staring at her tits. "I'm Dink. Who're you?"
"Florie."
"You ain't Otis' sister, are you?"
"Yeah. Why?"
Dink smiled broadly. "I hear you are one hellova screw, baby."
She smiled. "I don't screw, honey, I fuck. I mean FUCK." She accented it.
Dink blinked his eyes, then he rose. "Le's go downstairs, huh?" He took her arm and led her inside and down to the basement. By the time he got to the bottom he was rubbing her ass.
He didn't even take off her clothes; he just slung her into the nearest bunk and climbed in on top of her, his cock jutting out. Florie grabbed the cock and guided it. They were fucking like minks in a second.
And this time it really felt good. Dink had a big, thick prick and he could make it go. Florie smiled in the gloom and relaxed. This is what she had been wanting and needing. She patted his butt and told him to go get it.
He fucked her for an hour, then took her out and they had a snack at a cafe in the neighborhood and got acquainted. She asked him where he had heard that she was a good lay.
Dink shrugged. "One of the guys told me. He knows somebody named Jerry something ... you know him?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I think so." She was relieved that Otis hadn't been shooting his mouth off.
There were few people in the place; they were sitting in a corner booth. Dink ran his hand up her leg under the table and tucked a finger up under the edge of her briefs. She moved to let him reach it easier. He said, "I wanna fuck you again...."
She slid her hand over his leg and felt his dick. "Can you get it up?"
"Hell yeh, baby."
She moved even closer, feeling his finger jazzing her. "I'm horny as a bastard. Where can we go?"
He looked around. "Lemme talk to this guy...." He slid his finger out of her. "I know the guy who owns this joint."
"Hurry up."
Dink grinned and went into the back. He returned in a couple of minutes, beaming, beckoning to her. "C'mon, baby...." He led her around the counter and through the one swinging door to a smelly kitchen. The owner, dressed in whites, standing at a chopping table, grinned at her. He was a skinny guy, older than Dink, with lecherous eyes. He stared at her wobbling tits.
She knew that Dink had said he needed a place to fuck a girl. Screw that, she didn't care. All she wanted was the cock in her.
Dink took her into a tiny little room, not even big enough to have a cot or bed. There wasn't even a light. There was a small frosted and barred window high up. The room was filled with shelves, mostly canned goods, and had a narrow counter.
When they were both in and the door was closed they were jammed together. The counter was too high to sit on, so Dink turned her around, her back to him. "We'll do it dog-fashion," he said. "Ok by you?"
"Hell yeh, hurry up...." She spread her legs and leaned on the counter but Dink shoved the briefs off her ass and she danced till they fell on the floor. She kicked them aside. She could feel him unzipping and flipping put his meat. His hand came sliding up under her, with the prick nosing after it. He reached around her, frigging her, then rubbing the cock along her cunt lips. She writhed, arching her back and pushing her butt at him.
She let out her breath when the cock came into her. It was good and hard. "Ooooo, fuck it, honey," she whispered.
He frigged her and fucked her at the same time. Florie leaned on the counter and closed her eyes, letting the delicious sensations flit through her like electronic impulses. She was already at a high level of tumescence, having been sexed wantonly already to the point where a fly walking over one of her tender nipples would arouse her again.
She smiled in the gloom, luxuriously thrilling to the feel of his arms holding her, one hand in her crotch, his hard thighs rubbing the backs of hers, his long, voracious cock pumping into her.
She slid into a squirming, panting orgasm that was more feverish and twitching than frenzied. It was sweet and all-enveloping. Dink fucked her through it-perhaps without even knowing that she had just popped her socks.
The position they were in wasn't quite satisfying, but it was better than sitting in a booth with him teasing her pussy. She wished they could roll on a bed where she could get her legs around him.
Dink was panting, ramming her wickedly, battering her ass. She knew he was coming any second. She didn't want him to boot it ... she wanted him to last forever, but he had been more satisfying than the fucking truant guy. And she wanted him to have a good one. Turning her head slightly she whispered, "Fuck me, baby-fuck it into me....
Dink groaned, increased his frantic humping, and she felt it gushing. She floated off into another orgasm with him. It was dizzy and delectable. A river of cream fountained into her and Dink slammed her up against the shelves with every wild thrust.
She didn't come back to earth till long after he was hanging onto her, panting and wheezing, his slimy cock beginning to slink out of the warm lair.
He caught it in a handkerchief, mopped it and opened the door slightly to let out the sexsteamed air. Florie, still in a voluptuous fog, remained bent over the shelf-counter. She didn't want to move. She heard him say, "I'll be right back. I gotta go to the can...." The door closed.
Then, in a few seconds, the door opened again. She didn't even look-he had come back for something. The door closed and he was kneeling behind her. Florie felt his face pushed into her ass, a long hot tongue licked at her cunt, then a mouth glued itself to her pussy, sucking, licking, mouthing her-she squirmed in supple delight.
When she craned her neck, looking around over her shoulder, she saw it was not Dink at all, but the cafe owner. He was sucking her like a fiend, lapping up Dink's jism, giving her a crazy mouth job. She jerked in surprise-but it felt too good. Florie sighed, put her head down and closed her eyes. She shoved her ass back toward him and reveled in the velvet of his tongue. A little more of that and she'd boot another one.
He gave her a lot of it-and she began to realize that Dink had made a deal with this guy. Dink had probably said, "Lemme fuck the dame and you can lap her."
She was too far gone to care.
The guy was frigging her in front with his fingers; and he was forcing his hard tongue, curled up, into her asshole. She moaned, stiffening and jerking in another orgasm.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
In the middle of her orgasm, while she was befuddled and helpless, the guy rose, pressing against her butt, and forced his cock into her anus. Florie churned her hips and the guy fucked her in the ass.
He had a long, thin penis, hard as a spike and already cocked to fire. He didn't last a long time. He oozed his pecker all the way into her, worked it in for about five minutes of feverish butt-holing, the let go. They both moaned when the jism spurted. The guy held her so tightly it hurt, and jabbed the cock at her butt as rapidly as he could, grunting with every thrust.
He wound down slowly, panting, finally releasing her. When his cock came out he simply faded away. Florie heard him duck out. She continued to droop over the narrow counter, getting her breath back, her legs were trembling. She began to think she would like to rest before the scrub team came in.
When Dink returned, he took her out of the cafe without saying anything at all. She caught a glimpse of the owner, staring at her from the end of the room. She wanted to wave at him, but she didn't. Dink put her in his car and they drove away. She said, "Take me home, huh?"
"I wanna see you some more."
She looked at him. "Did you sell me, baby, or just give me away?"
Dink shrugged, then grinned. "Ok, it wasn't so fucking bad, huh cutie?" He patted her thigh. "How about seein' you later?"
"Call me."
"You ain't sore?"
"Only a little in the pussy. But next time ask me first."
"Sure ... next time."
She had thought she was in love with Roy ... but was she really? What the hell was love anyway? Was it a better than ordinary screw? She asked Otis one day if he'd ever been in love.
He said, "That's funny, Cherri Smithers asked me the same thing."
"What'd you tell her?"
"I said sure. I told her I loved her."
"Do you?"
He shrugged and stared at her. "How the fuck do I know? Why do girls care about that?"
"Is Cherri a good lay?"
"Yeh, but not as good as you, honey. You wanna play house?"
She smiled, "Get me in the mood."
He laid her on the bed. She was in the mood.
Aurrie was a little annoyed when she got home and found the letter from the school.
The cook had told her to knock off in the afternoon because there was no business. She had taken off her uniform in the back room, and just as she had hung it up and before she could step into her skirt, the cook had come in, grinning.
Aurrie knew what he wanted. He said, "Baby, I locked the front door...." Then he had his hands on her, feeling her bare ass and cupping her tits. She could feel the prong poking at her butt. So she turned around and sat on the little dressing table and spread her legs. She loved to play games.
Cook quickly slid his cock into her. But when it was in her he went into a frenzy, fucking like a crazy man. Aurrie hammered on his back, "Heylet up. Not so goddam fast!"
But she couldn't stop him. She was scared to death he would blow his wad-and he did. When she felt it spurt she moaned. She wasn't anywhere near ready.
He stood there between her legs, still humping it in, holding her ass, saying, "Dammit, I'm sorry, honey-I get so fuckin' excited seeing you naked...."
And then the sonofabitch hadn't been able to get the prick up again. No matter what she did with it.
Aurrie had gone home annoyed and unsatisfied. She had read the goddam letter from the school saying that her daughter, Florie, hadn't been in school for more than a week and was failing anyway. Aurrie threw the letter down and said, "Shit, fuck, damn!"
Then she went into the bedroom, got naked, and used a dildo on herself till she relieved some of the pent-up feelings.
But when Florie came home, heavy-lidded and feeling lazy because Dink had satiated her with his thick lance, Aurrie was annoyed all over again.
Aurrie had also made herself a couple of stiff drinks. She started out by calling Florie a lousy little bitch. "Where the fuck d'you go every day instead of school?"
Florie was instantly sore too. "None of your business."
"It is my business. I'm your goddam mother."
"Fucking mother, you mean." Florie was contemptuous. She went into her bedroom, pulling off a sweater.
Aurrie followed, shooting, "You little cocksucker you can't talk to me that way!"
"Horseshit," Florie said. She could see her mother was half smashed. "Go back to your bottle."
Aurrie started crying, feeling sorry for herself. When Florie slammed the bedroom door in her face, Aurrie went to her own room, flopped on the bed and continued crying.
Florie sighed, staring at the door. Maybe it was about time for her to move out. Would Roy let her come and move in with him? She sat on the side of the bed and lit a cigarette, thinking it all over ... not the first time she had done that. She had almost no money of her own, a few clothes and shoes and little else. She had no desire to go to work, working seemed a drag, a hard way to get dough.
But she didn't want to fuck for dough either ... not be an ordinary call girl whore.
If Roy wouldn't let her move in, then what would she do? Talk it over with Lila? Maybe move in with Lila?
She went to the phone and called Roy. "Hi, baby," he said. "I got my pecker in my hand...."
She giggled. "Honey, I wanna talk to you."
"Come on over. We can screw and talk at the same time."
"Ok."
Roy was naked when she got there, peeking around the door when she knocked, to make sure it was she. He had a hard-on. "I was thinking about you."
She went right into the bedroom and slipped out of her clothes, then laid on the bed. Roy got on her, between her legs, and rubbed the dong sensuously on her pussy.
She said, "Stop teasing me...."
He tucked it in and grinned when she rammed her bottom upward forcing the long prong into her. She wrapped her supple legs about him. "Am I a good lay?"
"Shit, honey, you're the best."
She pulled his mouth down to hers, kissing and tonguing him avidly ... then licked his lips. "Honey, I'll blow you anytime you want me to."
He said, "You're the best mouth-fucker I know."
"Fuck me real hard...."
Roy scooped her up and thrust hard and fast, foaming his cock into her. After several moments he let up and looked at her. "What the hell is all this about?"
"I love to fuck you."
"Yeh, me too."
"I like it when you shove it-you know, in my butt."
Roy grinned. "What the fuck d'you want?" She sighed. "I wanna come and live here with you."
He laughed.
She said, "I mean it, damnit."
"You wanna marry me?"
"No, for crissake." She slapped his ass. "Keep screwing me."
He resumed the coitus. "Y'know I have a lotta girls up here ... not only Lila."
"Yeah?" She stared at him, not having thought of that.
"A guy gets tired of the same old pussy all the time."
"I thought you said I was the best lay-how come you want other girls?"
Roy sniffed. "Jesus, every goddam screw don't hafta be the best one in the world, huh?" He jabbed her hard, "Is this the best one you ever had?"
Florie shook her head.
He said, "Well...?"
"What-well what?"
"D'you mind if I have other girls up here while you're lying here?"
"Jesus Christ, how do I know? You mean you wanna screw both of us at the same time?"
He grinned, "That too. Like with Lila."
"Lissen, you motherfucker, I'm gonna take you up on it!"
Roy chuckled, fucking her steadily.
It was the first time she'd stayed all night with him. By midnight they had wrung themselves out, gorging on sex. In the morning she woke finding him on top of her with the big weenie just begging for fun and frolic.
That afternoon, when she was sure the house would be empty, she picked up the rest of her things. She left a note for Otis, telling him she would call him but not saying where she was.
When she returned to Roy's apartment, he was gone, leaving her a note: "Back later." He also left her ten dollars which she intrepreted as a hint to buy some clothes ... so she went shopping.
During her shopping tour, however, she passed a sex movie house that was playing something called the Adventures of Millie.
Florie went inside and sat in the back row, curious, but not for long. The first thing she saw on the screen was a rather pretty girl sucking a cock. The girl, a blonde, was joined in a moment by a redhead and the two girls took turns on the prick, masturbating it with their lips.
She watched the movie with big eyes, feeling the itch between her legs. The two naked girls on the screen proceeded to suck the man off. The jism squirted in creamy gobs, most of it spattering on the face of the blonde-the redhead quickly licked it off her cheeks. Millie turned out to be a tall, shapely blonde with large innocent eyes and large tits. Her costume in the film was a single thin micro-mini, no pants, and a sheer vest-like affair open in front. She was a baloney salesgirl with a handful of samples and was going from door to door in a multiple unit apartment, meeting adventures at every door. In one, a woman tried out one of the lengths of baloney, using it as a dildo to masturbate, with Millie helping out. In another, two men pulled her inside, one of them a dwarf. The dwarf, standing in front of her, put his head up under her skirt and licked her pussy while the other man kissed and flirted with her, playing with her tits. When the dwarf had her humpy, the two of them put her on the couch and fucked her in the mouth, taking turns.
It was a poorly photographed and acted bit of film, and the numerous short subjects were no better. In many of them the male had a great deal of trouble getting it up and keeping it up. She was vastly disappointed.
Roy was in the living room when she returned, quim twitching from all the screwing she had seen. He said, "Hi, baby ... have a little drink."
Roy was slightly loaded, not drunk, but half a bottle from sober. He also had a funny look on his puss, she thought. She found out why very quickly.
A strange blonde came ovtt of the bedroom and looked at her. The blonde was almost dressed, wearing a bra and mini and nothing else.
Roy said, "Florie, meet Zoe."
Zoe grinned and nodded,"
"Alio." She had a slight accent.
"Hi," Florie said slowly. Zoe was cute, small and very rounded with lovely legs.
"Zoe's a great little cocksucker," Roy said, rattling glasses.
Zoe said, "Roy!"
"Well, you are, baby, you are."
"You don't have to tell everyone." Zoe went over and sat by Roy, smiling at Florie.
"Don't think you're left out, honey," Roy said to Florie, "You're a great HI cocksucker too."
"You eat shit," Florie said-and Zoe giggled.
Roy ignored that. "We've been screwing," he said. "I picked up Zoe downtown at one of them bars. Show her your cunt, baby."
"Roy, you're drunk," Zoe said, slapping his thigh. Roy immediately captured her hand and pulled it up into his crotch. She didn't move it, but gathered up whatever she found there and held it.
Florie sat down and sipped the drink Roy had given her. This was the first girl he had brought up here-possibly to prove he was free, not belonging to her. Florie knew she now had the ball. She could reject the whole thing or go along with it. Zoe looked like a very delectable piece. No wonder Roy had been attracted to her. Most guys would be.
And Lila would be too.
Florie suddenly wondered if Zoe was interested in girl flesh.
Roy said, "Hey, you're giving me a hard-on, baby...." He stretched out his legs, grinning. Zoe was massaging the cock inside his pants, very enthusiastically, grinning at both of them as though inviting Florie to come join the fun.
Zoe unzipped him and slipped her hand inside and Roy said, "Yeh, baby, yeh."
Zoe giggled as he bounced her tits for a moment then unhooked the bra. Zoe had a lovely pair, round, firm and red-nippled. Roy said, "That's eatin' stuff," and pulled her close as she squealed. He slid his mouth over one tit and began to suck it.
Florie watched him unblinkingly. He was really going after the tit-meat. And Zoe liked it. She had the cock out of his pants now, frigging it with both hands. If Roy had been fucking her it didn't look as though the prick had lost any strength. It was longer and harder than any of those she had seen in the movies. She put down the glass and started to rise to go over to it.
Then Zoe said "Oooo la la," and climbed onto his lap, straddling him with satiny legs. She sat on the stiff cock, guided it and it skewered her. She sat down on it hard and the prick disappeared inside her. She bounced up and down on it while Roy sucked her titties. Giggling happily, she turned her head and grinned at Florie, as though to say, "See what I did!"
Roy said, "Baby, you are a crazy little fuck."
Zoe gathered up his head, kissed him and snickered, "You too, dahling. Oooo, you go in me so far!"
Florie felt like a fifth wheel. They had forgotten she was there. They were kissing and fucking like wild things. Did she feel a tinge of jealousy?
She went over and sat on the couch beside them, staring at Zoe's perfect and utterly lovely round ass. The blonde really knew how to make it undulate. It was positively indecent, obscene, the way she writhed her cunt over Roy's weenie.
Florie was terribly excited. Her pussy fairly called out for release, she was so horny. She told herself she shouldn't have gone to the sex-films.
Then Roy stretched out his arm and pulled her close, kissing her wantonly. Zoe kissed her. Florie kissed them both, feeling hands rove her body.
Roy hissed, "Take your clothes off, honey. I'm gonna fuck you."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Florie was on her back on the bouncing couch, Roy between her naked thighs, fucking her deeply. She slid her feet up over his back, feeling Zoe's hands on her ass. Zoe was down there behind them, licking at genitals.
Every now and then Roy would lift his butt and the cock would come out of her, then Zoe would suck it lecherously for a moment and he would put it back into Florie.
Also, now and then, Zoe would ignore the cock when it came out, and lick her pussy hotly. Florie sighed happily; what more could a girl want? "Make me come," she told Roy.
In answer, Roy rose, dragging the prick out of her as she yelped, "Hey, you motherfucker, what the hell are you doing?"
"Jesus, hold your ass...." He sat down, yanked her onto his lap, her back to him, and chuckled as Florie stuffed the cock back into herself, squirming on it.
Instantly Florie saw that Roy had done her a favor. Zoe slithered in front of her, big round blue eyes shining at the sight of of the coupled organs so available. Zoe's red mouth closed over Florie's blood-gorged pussy, licking it hotly-and the cock that was driving up into her. Zoe could work on both cock and cunt, and she did, as Florie moaned in sheer, lustful delight.
When she came, Florie thought for a moment the sky had fallen. It was a wild, bucking orgasm brought on by the plunging cock and the ravishing mouth provoking her in unison. Zoe's tongue was giving her a butterfly treatment that was driving her out of her mind. Roy was holding her by the tits, and his long cock seemed harder than ever.
"Ohhhhh God, stop, stop," Florie begged. "Don't stop-Jeez, don't stop...." She grabbed at Zoe, holding her close, never pushing Zoe's mouth from the tender flesh even though she begged the blonde to stop. Zoe knew how to tease a cunt.
It took a long, convulsing time for the crazy sensations to fade, and Zoe licked her every inch of the way. Hotly, then lovingly. And the big cock continued to goose her. Florie reveled and wallowed in it, wanting and trying to come again.
Roy kissed her and hugged her, knowing she was in a state of white heat, boiling, passionate, in a surging sex-trip. "Give her the monkey's delight," he said to Zoe, and lifted Florie's butt.
Zoe giggled. "Ooooo yes...."
Florie screamed and moaned when the cock came out of her-plop. But, instantly, Zoe grasped the prick, centered the velvet, shining head of it on Florie's anus and nodded to Roy. Roy oozed it in, and Zoe fed it into the asshole as Florie moaned and writhed her ass.
She was buggered. The cock was a mile and a half up her ass, moving and gorging sinuously.
Then Zoe's mouth glued itself to her cunt and Florie screamed again in wicked, abandoned luxury. Under Zoe's frantic tongue and lips, she churned her hips, yelped again and orgasmed once more.
Roy had a strangle-hold on her tits or she would have jerked and bucked off. The throbbing, warping paroxysms were almost more than she could bear. Florie quaked and jerked in the spasms that shook her slender body, electric shocks slithering through her-her brain reeling ... her heart pounding.
Roy and Zoe tapered her off-lest she go into shock. She moaned and trembled, as Zoe licked her warmly, lovingly and as Roy kept the rigid cockpole up her ass, allowing her to thrust against it, but not bung-holing her.
At long last, Roy said, "Give her a cigarette, baby."
Roy chuckled. "You fuckin' sexpot, you'll break your pussy. You gotta take it easy."
"No. Fuck my ass."
"I am fuckin' your goddam ass."
Zoe brought her a lighted cigarette and gave her a drag, smiling. Florie accepted the drag, reaching with both hands for Zoe's firm tits, squeezing them then blowing the smoke on them. "Gimme a li'l bite."
Zoe let her suck the titties, one after the other. Florie immediately slid her hand up between Zoe's thighs and frigged the blonde girl's cunt. The clit was hard and anxious. Zoe's loins re volved and moved licentiously. Zoe began to fuck herself on Florie's fingers, kissing Roy at the same time.
Zoe began to breathe very hard-"Ooooo-it'sit's coming ... du lieber Gott-iss coming...!"
"Frig her," Roy muttered, ramming his cock at Florie's butt, "Give her a good time."
Florie could do little more than hold the blonde girl's cunt-she did it all herself, fucking herself on the fingers. Zoe humped and panted, squealing softly with the luxurious spasms. Writhing sensuously, she lay on Florie, her lush breasts crushed to Florie's mouth.
"Ooooo, so goot, soooo goot...!"
"She had a good one," Roy said, fondling Zoe, still buggering Florie.
Rolling off, Zoe flopped belly-up on the couch beside them, getting her breath back. Her eyes were still glassy and filmy. Reaching down, she toyed lightly with her clit, rubbing it and keeping it alive, making the fading sensations last.
Florie bounced over the hard cock. "Turn me over and give it to me...." She pulled Roy's hajids around her body and put one on her tits, the other in her crotch, purring like a big tawny cat. She gasped when he touched her pulsing clit.
He frigged her for a moment and she yelped, arched her back, shuddered and came again.
Roy had his hands full, holding the jerking girl down. Zoe was frigging herself hotly and giggling at them.
Florie was giving his cock powerful stimulus ... and he suddenly knew it was all over with him. He could not hold back another second. She was beginning to subside when he blew his load up her ass. She felt it, twisted, snickering and jerking her butt to help him.
It knocked him for a stupefied loop. It was the third big blow he'd had that day, and he couldn't keep shooting off his cannon like that and live. When the most violent spasms left him, Roy collapsed.
Florie felt the prick sliding out of her and sighed. She glanced at the little blonde who was curled up, just coming out of another self-induced orgasm. Zoe had frigged herself off.
She rose, getting off Roy's lap, and she could see at a glance that he was done in. The poor guy was fucked to the eyeballs. The room smelled like forty-seven people had jacked-off all at once.
Florie tottered into the bathroom.
A few moments later Zoe came in after her. Florie was running water for a bath. Zoe said, "Can I get in too?"
"Sure, honey."
Zoe came very close, tits touching, rubbing slightly. "You are very sweet. You like me?"
"Sure I like you." Florie kissed the blonde, receiving a long tongue in the mouth. They embraced, rubbing titties, revolving crotches, fondling asses. Her question was definitely answered. Zoe liked girl flesh.
When they got into the tub they washed each other, played with each other, then Zoe got down on her knees and sucked on Florie's cunt.
Roy was asleep on the couch, so they went into the bedroom and squirmed on the bed, naked. Zoe had been reared in Germany by a maiden aunt who lived with another woman as the woman's wife. They were confirmed lesbians, with a girl child. They were both very fond of Zoe.
Zoe's childhood had been normal, as normal as it could be at the time. She had no idea her aunt was a lesbian, did not even know what it meant, until age fourteen. Zoe was seduced by a neighborhood boy at that age, and went back for more. For about a year she and the boy were screwing like minks each time they got together, and Zoe had branched out to get screwed by several others.
She was then caught by her aunt's lover one afternoon, when a boy was feeding his cock into her with virile enthusiasm and she was panting in the midst of an orgasm. Zoe was severely talked to, then seduced by the older woman, Heda. Zoe was nearly fifteen when Heda sucked her off ... just a few weeks from her birthday.
After the event Heda had been contrite, begging Zoe not to say anything about it. Zoe, a normal, secretive young girl, agreed. However, Zoe had liked the sensation. She easily got Heda to do a repeat performance-then another, and another, and another.
Not long after that, Zoe ran off to England with a young man, was fucked and forgotten and obtained work as a maid with a man and his wife. Both the man and the wife seduced her quickly but separately. This lasted only a month or so, then both found out about the other ... and instead of firing Zoe, they agreed to plunge into sex as a three-way orgy.
Zoe had a wild time with them and was very sorry when it ended. The man took his wife off to Italy for her health's sake. She-the wife-was not strong, and Zoe had been too much for her. The two girls would spend hours each day sixty-nining languorously. Often, when her husband came home in the evenings, his wife would be sated and dizzy from the mouth-fucking she was receiving.
Zoe took her recommendations to an employment agency and after going from employer to emoloyer, found a middle-aged woman who paid her generously, as a cunt. The woman was a hungry cunt-licker whose husband never came near her. Zoe quickly found that the husband was a faggot, happily ass-fucking his valet. They got on famously. They also brought her to the States.
Zoe had tired of being sucked off constantly, and had left them and was living with several other girls. She lived on what her many friends, both male and female, gave her, but she never sold her ass.
Zoe did not come to live with them ... which Florie would have liked. Zoe was more excitable than Lila, though she had no more talent as a muff-diver.
Several days later Roy turned up with another girl, a slim dark wench named-she said-Birdie. He had picked her up in a saloon, fed her and rubbed her ass whereupon she agreed to fuck him. She was surprised to see Florie. "Hey, who's she?"
"She's the best cunt in town," Roy said. "Meet Florie. Florie, this's Birdie."
Birdie said, "I don't get the picture. Are you two married?"
Roy shook his head, hugging Birdie and patting her rump. "Don't let it worry you, baby, c'mon in the bedroom."
Birdie shrugged, looking sidelong at Florie. "No hard feelings if I screw your boyfriend?"
Florie said, "Get it out of your system." She watched Roy take the dark girl into the bedroom, with a wink at her. The two of them stood by the bed for a while, kissing and feeling each other. Birdie had the long cock out, holding it in both hands, massaging it. Roy was jazzing her in the cunt.
He had left the bedroom door open, probably by design, and Florie was unable to resist peeking ... even though it heated up her quim.
Birdie slid down to the floor, kneeling in front of Roy, and sucked on the cock ardently. Roy grinned at Florie over Birdie's head then beckoned to her. Florie went in and sat on the bed beside them. There was a smell of jism in the room.
Florie tugged at Roy's arm till he sat on the bed. Then, with a giggle she rolled over, pushing him down, yanking her mini up. She straddled his face slithering her cunt toward his mouth. Florie squealed and shuddered when he began to lick it lecherously. Roy sucked on her clit and tonguefucked her hotly, stabbing his long, hard tongue in and out of her puss as she panted and moaned. "Ohhhh, do it, do it...."
Roy began to buck then and Florie looked around. Birdie had mounted him, sitting on the prick, and was bouncing up and down on it, fucking herself and grinning.
But Roy was beginning to buck very hard, trying to ram his cock into the dark girl. He unseated Florie, rolling her aside, "I gotta fuck this stuff, honey...." He pulled Birdie down and rolled her onto her back. Then, atop her, he began to thrust his prick into the panting girl very excitedly; Florie was surprised at his furious assault.
Birdie was just as excited. She kicked her bare legs in the air and rubbed her feet on his back, pulling at him, whispering to him, urging him on.
Florie went in and got a cigarette, then stood in the doorway for a moment to watch. She saw the dark girl jerk and spasm-then Roy shot his wad, and the two of them went mad for a short, rutting period. Why the hell did Roy need other women anyway? Did he really need them or did he just like to play? She was beginning to have second thoughts about Roy Beecher.
She heard Birdie ask, "What time is it?"
Roy said, "Time for another screw, baby."
"Oh my God! Look how late it is! I gotta go. Lemme up, you fuckhead, I gotta go."
"Why, for crissake?" Roy was annoyed. "You were gonna blow me...."
"Later. 'C'mon, get the fuck offa me."
Roy growled, but he let her sit up. "Why d'you gotta go?"
Birdie said, "Damnit, honey, I got a husband to feed. I gotta go to the store and get dinner ready . ... "
"Oh shit," Roy said. He climbed off the bed and came into the living room where Florie was grinning at him.
He looked at her, sighed. "Fuck on," he said.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Otis, too, dropped out of school.
Binnie Hupp asked him one afternoon, "Honey, what the fuck're you gonna learn if you don't go to school?"
"Whatta you learn in school?"
Binnie didn't know. She had learned only one thing at the school she'd attended, which was that she could get passing grades by spending time in motels with the right teachers. Grades were all that counted anyway. No one cared what one knew. They were living in a society in which form and procedures were vastly more important than learning or justice. At least fucking was not make-believe. How could you fake a hard-on?
Otis conferred with Dink, telling the club leader, "I want a job ... you got any ideas?"
Dink had several. Although he did not show it, he was slightly surprised that Otis wanted to work. Most of the Mockers were content to steal and rob and con ... which often added up to more work than a steady job but which had excitement that a job lacked.
Dink was not the leader of the Mockers because he was stupid. The cops harassed him and certain of the other members, often hustling them down to the station house on the flimsiest of pretexts. Occasionally, they were dead right but couldn't prove anything. Dink thought that it would be convenient to be able to point to a club member who was working at a legit job.
He got Otis an appointment with Manny Bilson who owned a number of small businesses.
Manny was more clever than Dink knew. Dink and the average Mocker did not travel in Manny's circles. So Dink had no idea that Manny was pushing cocaine and other hard drugs. Dink thought Manny was running legit stores and selling untaxed whiskey on the side.
Manny met Otis. With Dink's recommendation that Otis was an ok guy, level-headed and a Mocker Club member, he hired Otis to drive one of his panel trucks. Manny knew this would give him certain insurance in the Mockers' district. Manny was a short, chunky guy, an ex-pug, ex-con, extout, ex-hood, etc., who spoke in a husky, nearwhisper, the result of an altercation many years before in a Jersey City whorehouse, one drunken night.
He showed Otis the ropes, got him a driver's license, and made sure he knew the district, especially the back streets and alleys. To do this, he put him under Piggy Jones for a week. Piggy was one of his best drivers, a skinny self-effacing guy who had been in the can and didn't want to go back. Skinny always ran from trouble, which Manny approved. Guys who looked for trouble were noodniks.
Piggy, however, was a cocksman. He had been born with a long, hungry pecker; he had girls all over the district who were happy to receive it. He had become accustomed to getting in a goodly amount of amorous titillation each day-and he wasn't too happy about nursing a new punk kid.
Manny knew about the girls, of course. "The kid ain't here to horn in on your fucking, pal," he told Piggy. "Show him the ropes, that's all. He can wait in the truck while you get vour screwing done."
Piggy did that the first couple of days; then he began to take pity on the kid. Otis was a good prick, never complaining, always easy to get along with, and he didn't interfere.
The third day, when they made a delivery to a certain large yellow house with roses around the fence and the walls, Piggy took him inside, introduced him to the necessary people, in this case Miss Bertha, and explained that Otis might make deliveries now and then. He also took Miss Bertha aside. Then, while Piggy disappeared to impale one of his close friends, Miss Bertha sent a girl to give Otis a blow job.
She was older than he, perhaps about ten years, very slinky and partly dressed. She took him into an unused room, locked the door and told him to zip down his pants.
Otis said, "What's your name?"
"Marylee. Take your cock out." She went over to him and did it herself. "C'mon, get it hard, honey." She sat in front of him and licked it. It stiffened quickly. "That's better." She swallowed it and tongued it.
Otis asked, "Can I fuck you?"
"I dunno. They told me to blow you." She looked up at him, kissing the big head of it.
"What'sa matter, you don't like getting sucked
He smiled weakly. "Yeah, I guess so. I just thought ... "
Marylee smiled. "You're cute, honey. I'll ask Miss B." She went to the phone and dialed a number, waited. "It's Marylee, Miss Bertha. This guy wants to know if he can fuck me." She listened, looking at Otis, then nodded. "Ok. I'll tell him." She smiled at Otis and went back to sit in front of the prick. "Miss B says next time, Honey. I'm supposed to blow you and send you out to the truck."
Otis sighed, and watched her work on the cock. She was very damned good. But he didn't come fast.
She frigged the weenie and looked at him. "Give, honey. Give it to baby. Baby wants a mouthful...."
He began to fuck it between her lips. She held his hips and squeezed-and he blew the load down her throat. She gulped it down, milking the prick with her expert finger, getting it all. And she let him enjoy it, not rushing him, tonguing the velvet head of the cock, licking the underside.
When it was soft, she put it away with a smile. "There you are, darling. Did you like the tune?"
"It was great," Otis said. "Can I tip you?"
She unlocked the door and looked out. Piggy came in, grinning. "Oh, hi, Marylee. You take care of the kid?"
"Yeah." She smiled as Piggy rubbed her ass; then she disappeared.
Piggy took him outside to the truck. "That dame is a great cocksucker, right?"
"Right," Otis agreed.
"That's her specialty, sucking guys."
Piggy also got Otis a sweet young piece of ass later in the afternoon, in an apartment. Piggy waited in the next room, talking to another girl, while Otis fucked the sweet meat, Annie. Piggy gave them fifteen minutes and Annie squeezed the stuff out of him in five, then let him suck her titties for the remainder.
The next day he got sucked off again, this time by a hot-eyed doll in a private house. Otis found himself shoved into a room, his pants stripped down, and the girl's mouth sucking him in a positive fury. The girl, Georgiana, sucked him off in a crazy, wild mouth-fuck that only lasted five or six minutes. Then, when the cock faded, she jumped up with a laugh and sent hhn out to Piggy. She wouldn't let him touch her.
He mentioned this to Piggy later. "What was the hurry?"
"She wasn't in a hurry," Piggy said, "it was something else ... she didn't know what you'd do."
"What?"
Piggy looked at him and grinned slowly. "Georgiana isn't a girl."
Otis blinked. "Jeez, you mean-she's a queen! ?"
"That's right. It was a good blow, huh kid?" Otis sighed. "It sure was."
Otis quickly learned the district. Manny's customers-whores, pimps, gambling places and other quiet cribs-were everywhere. The truck had a two-way radio system and he called in after each delivery. He was then given a coded instruction, name, address and what to deliver, for the next. The code was complicated and Otis spent many hours learning it and the daily variables.
The panel truck was lettered: "Cleaning and Laundry" and carried dummy packages in the back.
The real delivery was built into the sides and floor where casual inspection would not turn it up. Manny paid protection money, but occasionally one of his trucks was knocked over. Usually, Manny had foreknowledge of this.
When he was sent out on his own, it occurred to Otis now and then that merely delivering booze would hardly pay for the truck and time. Piggy had told him not to think too much about it. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
Miss Bertha's establishment was almost always on his list. He went there nearly every day. (Piggy had switched to night work.) And, as he got better at his job, he had more time to juggle. He could spend up to an hour at Miss B's place, sometimes. She let him slowly work his way through her girls. He had a different one each day for two weeks.
Miss Bertha's house was a specialty place, and the girls were changing constantly; each week someone went on her way and someone else took her place ... or oftener. Now and then, Miss B had specialty acts to offer her clients: dog or monkey acts or four-way, homosexual swapping ... and so on.
Otis saw none of these, but he heard about them from the girls, who were inveterate gossips. "Ginger was getting buggered by a big black dog and the goddam cock wouldn't come out of her-they hadda get a doc to get the two of them apart-" Laughter.
They had a problem with a town councilman. "The sonofabitch got his kicks screwing a girl then pissing on her...." When Miss B threatened to toss him out on his ass, he threatened to have her place closed. She finally got one of her girls' pimps to supply a girl who would let herself be pissed on.
Councilmen and other politicians were usually unreasonable and difficult.
A few of the girls liked to be whipped and a few preferred to receive it in the rear end; but for the most part, Otis enjoyed himself at Miss B's. Marylee got married to one of her clients soon after Otis began to deliver there. Nancy, an all-around girl, told him, "The sonofabitch was rich. He said no one ever sucked him off like Marylee did, so he asked her to marry him and keep doing it, so she did."
Otis had been surprised at first at how well he was accepted; but Piggy had explained that they were in a very sensitive dodge. The clients were always on edge, afraid of being busted. "What's a piece of ass or a blow to Miss Bertha?" Piggy had said. "Nothin', and it makes you a friend, right? Right."
Knowing Georgiana's sex made little difference either, Otis found. When he made his deliveries to "her" she was always happy to see him, wanting to kiss him ... and Otis let her because Georgiana could kiss him to an erection faster than most real girls. And, then, Georgiana was always in a frenzy to relieve the pressure by sucking him limp and dizzy.
Georgiana was very pretty, with long, lustrous brunette hair and beautiful, tapering legs. She always wore gowns and it was almost impossible for Otis to think of her as anything but a beautiful girl. Even though he knew she had a cock strapped down under her panties. As long as he didn't grope her or grab her falsies, Georgiana dearly loved to kiss and fondle him.
"I like a straight guy best of all," she told him in her throaty voice. "Do I look real to you?"
"Real as hell," he assured her. And she would almost purr. Nothing delighted her as much as to pass for real-unless it was to have a cock in her mouth. She always groped Otis the moment he came into the house, hating to stop handling him even long enough to take care of the necessary transactions.
"God, I love your prick," she would whisper, pressing against him, massaging it with both hands, licking his mouth wantonly.
She loved him to be tough with her. To say, "I'm gonna fuck you in the mouth...!"
She would squeal and beat him down to the floor, lips open, waiting for the promised meat.
Once he tried to bugger her, but she would have none of it. "I'm a cock-eater, honey...."
There were other queens in her house, but Otis only caught occasional glimpses of them. Georgiana arranged it so-she, and she alone, met with him. Georgiana catered to male clients but she never suggested that Otis try out the other girls, as Miss B did.
Another of his customers was a pimp named Dock. Dock, a swarthy, thin, pock-marked man, lived above a saloon with his stable of four girls. Piggy had said, "The guy's got another racket, but don't ask him about it. The girls are a front."
Dock had three whites and one black girl. Otis saw none of them on his first few visits. Dock always bought him a drink, sometimes gave him a cigar and always had a few dirty stories to relate.
One afternoon Dock offered him a girl. "You want a little piece, kid? G'wan in and see Sally. She got three holes-you stick it in any of them. Have some fun."
"Thanks," Otis said, following Dock's direction. He found Sally in her own tiny room, mostly naked, reading a comic book. She was expecting him and immediately opened her legs in a very friendly fashion. Her cunt winked at him.
She put down the book, smiling. "Hi, honey, c'mon over here and get acquainted."
Otis took off his pants first, his cock jutted out and she smacked her lips, "Oooo, lookit that cute thing...."
She was half lying on the bed; he went over and shoved it into her mouth. He had intended to let her lick it for a moment, then to crawl between her very shapely legs. But it was not to be. She grabbed him, went to work on the weenie, and he shot his wad before he was half ready.
When he tottered out, zipping up his pants, Dock laughed at him. "What did you do, let her blow you? Jesus, she's the cunt-mouth of Jefferson Avenue."
And, Manny liked his work. "Keep it up, kid...." Otis tried to be steady, dependable and quiet. He did his job, stayed out of trouble, got his rocks off several times a day and began to save a couple of bucks.
He went less and less to the Mockers Club-he had little time now. But he set up beer and booze for Dink and a few of the guys now and again in his pad. They played poker and talked about cunt and who was screwing who.
That's how he heard that Dink was getting into Florie.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Florie decided that Roy didn't really love her. She knew how people acted when they were in love-because she went to the movies and saw it on TV.
Roy didn't act that way. He never brought her presents or flowers or anything. All he ever brought her was a good hard cock. Not that it was bad ... it just wasn't the way they did it in real life, like on TV.
And besides, Roy was always bringing strange girls in and fucking them. Florie hadn't realized how much outside fucking Roy did.
Lila told her guys were like that. "They're always sticking it in something...." Then Lila began kissing her breasts; she got Florie's mind completely off Roy. She slid up between Florie's thighs and made wanton love to the pussy she found there, french kissing it and slobbering in it. Florie twitched and writhed for two hours under Lila's gorging attack.
After the feast they had a cigarette together and Lila told her that things were changed. "I'm just about giving up men for good," she said.
Lila had found a fluffy little blonde who lived nearby with an aging mother. She spent her free time loving the blonde into a jelly. "She never gets enough," Lila said, dreamily. "I get blisters on my tongue from her sitting on it...."
Dink tracked her down and came to see her when Roy was out. He was horny, and his hands were everywhere. When she went into the kitchen to get him a drink he followed her and glued himself to her ass, reaching around her for a handful of cunt.
She said, "Cut it out-I don't want Roy to come walking in...."
Dink rubbed himself on her butt. "Shit, mama, can't you feel that bone?"
"Yeh, I feel it!"
"Lissen baby, you play your cards right and you'll have eight inches of it where it'll do you the most good."
Florie snickered. "You haven't got eight inches."
He unzipped and bent the cock down along the crack of her butt. "It'll feel like a foot and a half."
She squirmed and twisted. He was reaching around her with both hands, trying to get the prick under her panties, to sink it into her.
Dink growled, "Hold still goddammit!"
"I told you-Roy could come in any second ... let's go somewhere else."
"I need a fuck right now." He tore her panties and she clawed at his hands, annoyed as hell.
"Cut it out, you cocksucking motherfucker!"
But Dink had her against the sink, powerful arms holding her, his knees pressing hers apart. She couldn't get at him with her hands and she couldn't get away from him. Dink lifted her slightly and began to chuckle. He had her now. He didn't need to use his hands to find her pussy-now that her briefs were torn. He worked his hard cock up and down, pushing it, jamming it-and it found the opening.
Florie moaned and stopped struggling as she felt it come into her. She was plugged-stabbed, impaled like a bug. Dink bent her over the sink and fucked it into her in a frenzy.
He was right. It felt like a foot and a half. Florie put her head down and closed her eyes. It felt very, very good. She forgot about Roy; she concentrated on the delicious sensations the Dink was feeding her. He was holding her ass with both hands and working her into a nice juicy sex-glow.
And then he spoiled it by shooting his load. Florie yelped, "You sonofabitch!" But it was too late. Dink was bucking over her butt like a crazy man, spurting jism and ramming her.
He kept it up her as long as he could, jogging her with it, "Jesus, that felt good...."
"You lousy motherfucker ... I wasn't ready!"
"There's more, cutie." Dink mopped it up with a sigh and put the weenie back into his pants. He stopped and kissed her bare ass.
Florie was disgusted with him. She ripped off the torn pants and flung them into the trash box. She was horny as hell. But Dink encircled her waist and drew her close, grinning. "Ok, let's go somewhere else, baby ... "
"Do I get fucked ... I mean satisfied?"
"It's a promise." Dink looked around the place. "Why the hell d'you stay here anyways, for crissake?"
"Huh?" She slid her arms about his neck.
"I mean, I got a joint you can have. Sweet little apartment. All yours, baby. All you gotta do is gimme a little loving now and then, and it's yours." She blinked at him. "You on the level?"
"Goddam right." He kissed her. Florie smiled. This was what she had wanted. She kissed him back, hugging him close, opening her thighs and sliding one leg about him. She made coital movements ... very suggestively. She whispered," When can I move in?"
"Right now, baby," he rubbed her bare bottom. "Right now. You got much to pack?"
"It'll take a half hour...." She continued to rub her cunt on him. "C'mon, get it hard...." He snickered. "You were worrying about Roy."
"Fuck Roy."
"Let's get your stuff together and get the hell outa here."
"Yeah, ok, honey." She was kissing him, rubbing her cunt on him, both legs around him in a torrid dry-fuck.
Dink carried her into the bedroom that way and peeled her off him. "Pack your stuff."
"Screw me." She tried to pull him to the bed.
"Pack your fucking stuff."
Florie swore. She threw herself onto the bed, yanked her skirt about her middle and spread her legs wide, inviting him, rolling her ass, bucking her cunt sensuously. She reached for him, "C'mon, screw me...."
Dink's face was red. He wanted to resist, but he could not. There was too much female stuff for his good intentions. He ripped his pants open and jumped on her. Florie squealed and grabbed at his cock when it came close. She flipped it out of his pants and pulled on it. Dink let himself down and felt her guide it. He thrust and it sliced into her as her legs came up around him. It was hard and pulsing. He fucked her wildly as she moaned.
He had wanted to save it, but now he gave it to her in one horny, headlong rush. She was boiling over already and he felt her come in minutes, gasping and beating his back with bare feet. He continued fucking her without let-up.
She nearly capsized the bed with her lunges and bucking. At one point she was screaming-then she seemed to drift off in a sort of faint. He continued fucking her steadily and deeply, and she came around, groaning but fucking back. Panting and humping her ass.
She begged, "Lemme get my breath...."
"You wanted to fuck."
She managed to giggle.
He continued to feed it to her and she bolted with it again, yelping and writhing, "Oh my God, oh my Gawd, oh my ass...!"
Dink was coming with her. His lunges slammed the head of the bed against the wall in a crazy tattoo. His jism was spurting a yard and a half, flooding her, stiffening his legs, fucking up the rhythm ... he moaned and nearly blacked out.
She was petting him and whispering to him. He opened his eyes weakly; the bed was still. He was atop her and she was squeezing his limp cock with her pussy, kissing his cheek, "You did good, baby ... mama feels better now."
Someone was hammering on the door-.
Dink asked, "Who the fuck is that?"
Florie didn't care. "I dunno, go see." It couldn't be Roy, he had a key. She rolled and sat up as Dink got off her wearily and mopped at his pecker.
Dink put the cock away again and opened the front door. A skinny guy with glasses stood there, a frizzled-faced woman a little distance behind him. The guy said, "Hey, what's happening in there?"
Dink said, "Huh?"
"That noise...."
"Oh," Dink said. "We were fuckin' that's all." He grinned at the startled woman and shut the door. They didn't knock again.
The apartment was in a four-family flat about a mile from the Mockers Club meeting place. The neighborhood was run-down, about like her parents' block, but all the plumbing worked and it was furnished in Sears Roebuck sturdy, and there were carpets on the floors.
When they walked in, with Dink carrying her suitcase, she could hear a funny sound ... like someone was hammering. With him following, Florie walked through the several rooms, her head cocked, listening. The sound seemed to come from upstairs. She looked at Dink and he was grinning.
"It's the broad upstairs," he said. "Some guy is boffing her. The bed jumps."
"A whore?"
"Naw. She just knows a lotta guys. Not a bad lookin' chick." He shrugged. "I hadda piece of it myself." He laughed at her expression.
Dink helped her get settled; he went out for groceries and beer, then they had a drink to toast the new house. Dink said, "I'll order a phone, huh? You gonna like it here?"
Florie nodded. It was better than Roy's apartment, slightly larger and didn't smell of jism. Maybe there was better ventilation. The hammering noise from upstairs had been insistent for a time, then slackened off, drummed for ten minutes more then stopped.
When Dink went to the door she slid her arms about his neck and kissed him. He gathered up a handful of naked cunt and squeezed it lightly. "Save this for old Dink, baby."
"When'llyoubeback?"
"I gotta show at the club. We're having a game tonight. It'll be late." He slid one finger into her, jiggled it as she writhed, and slid out. After he had gone, Florie leaned on the closed door, still feeling his finger. Was he always going to leave her a little horny? A game at the club meant gambling, she knew. He might not return for days.
Someone came down the stairs from the upper flat. She peeked out and saw the guy, a well dressed man of about thirty; the guy looked pooped. He went out, with a glance up at the window, a wave, got in a car and took off.
In about an hour Florie heard footsteps on the stairs again, and in another fifteen minutes the bed began bouncing once more. Florie went to the window and looked out. There was a different car parked outside.
The hammering noise continued off and on for about an hour.
When the guy came downstairs Florie got a good look at him, not the same guy. This was a skinny one, dressed in a sweater and jeans.
About dusk, more feet up the stairs. Florie expected to hear the now-familiar bed hammering, but instead they came down stairs, laughing and chattering. The man was a stranger, dark and thin; the girl was a very cute blonde with a tight mini stretched across a shapely ass. So that was the girl upstairs.
Florie had a bite to eat, listened to the radioshe had no TV set, she'd have to ask Dink for oneand waited. He didn't show up. She got bored after a while and went outside for a smoke. She walked around the block. Was she really better off?
When she returned to the flat a man was standing there, nodding to her as she came to the porch. He said, "Hello-I guess I'm your neighbor. Didn't I see you move in today?"
Florie smiled at him, "Yeah." He was slim and fair, about Otis' size and a little older. Not bad.
"Well, that calls for a drink ... will you let me buy?" He stood so it would be easy for her to enter the other flat. He had the twin to hers.
Florie said, "Sure, ok, I guess we oughta be good neighbors." She went past him into the flat. She looked at him in the light. He was younger than she thought, smiling with blue eyes and keeping his eyes up, off her tits. When she glanced around the room and back at him-then he was looking at them.
It was better furnished than her side but not the Ritz or the Hilton. He went into the kitchen and rattled glasses. "You want ice in yours?"
Florie said, "Sure, whisky and water."
He came back with two glasses and sat beside her. "What's your name, honey?"
"Florie." She took the drink. "Thanks."
"I'm Bob." He sipped and looked at her. "You're damned cute, you know it? Are you Dink's girl?"
She sighed. "I guess so. You know Dink, huh?"
"We've met, that's all. He's had a lot of parties in your flat. Mostly drinking and screwing." He 'smiled at her.
Florie said, "Well, I drink and I screw. Is that what you wanna know?" She rattled the ice in her glass.
"Yeh. I'd like to screw you. Anytime you get in the mood. Anytime at all."
Florie almost laughed. "That's the funniest line I ever heard. Do you get much action with it?"
"It's not a line," Bob said. "It's a fact. Sort of clears the air, wouldn't you say?"
"I'll remember it." She finished the drink.
"I hope you do. I won't disappoint you."
She said, "You're a funny guy. Whyn't you show me your cock too?"
She wasn't prepared for his reply. He unzipped his pants instantly and pulled out a long, thick, half-hard prong and held it in the palm of his hand. It really was a big one. Florie's eyes bulged and she swallowed hard. "Jesus Christ!"
He asked, "Like it?"
Florie giggled. She let him take her hand and put it on the cock. It was warm. Automatically she curled her fingers around it and the thing began to liven up, strengthen ... grow.
"Oh hell," he said, "now you woke it up."
She giggled again-and squeezed. It was big as hell and getting bigger. She petted it, looking at him with wide eyes. This was a situation she hadn't been in before. She asked, "What happens when it wakes up?"
"It tries to crawl into something ... it likes warm, moist places."
"I'll bet it does...."
He said, "I think it likes you." He was leaning over her, gently and easily pushing her sideways on the couch. "It wants to get real close to you."
She lost her grip on it, trying to keep herself from falling flat. He was rubbing the naked cock on her leg. Florie, looking into his frosty eyes, knew she was going to get fucked. There wasn't any way out of it--but she didn't want out of it. She wanted that big, virile prong inside her. He had teased her just right. She moved her shoulders, flat on the couch, then she lifted her leg over his head. The pussy was laid out in front of him. "I'm in the mood," she said.
Grinning, he got on her and she felt him nuzzling her cunt lips with the truncheon. The thing came into her, oozing in slowly, being fucked in with cozy strokes. He said, "God damn, that's exactly the place he was trying to find. That's Jucky as hell."
Florie opened her thighs wider, arched her back and shoved her cunt at him hard. The cock dived in. She slid her tawny legs around him and held him tightly. She pulled his mouth to hers. "Don't talk so fucking much, honey. I wanna get screwed."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Bob screwed her like there was no tomorrow. He went at it like killing snakes ... with everything he had. He had a good seven inches, thick and sinewy. Florie held his shoulders and bit her lower lip, enjoying the way he surged the cock to her.
Another time, perhaps, in a cooler atmosphere, she might have thought twice about letting a stranger fuck her; especially the guy next door. But Dink had left her a little bit itchy, and hadn't returned for hours-what was a girl to do? Bob had proved interesting, fun, and was now giving her excitement.
He was hitting bottom with every driving thrust. Both his strong arms were about her, holding her tightly, keeping her from sliding away as he rammed at her crotch. Florie could feel his heart pounding, hear him panting. He asked her: "Howzit feel?"
She lifted her legs higher and rubbed her bare feet on his humping ass. "Give it to me, honey...."
He said, "I wanted to fuck you soon's I saw you today." He didn't tell her that he felt that way about most girls.
Florie said, "I wanted to fuck you soon's I saw your cock."
He laughed. "You're pretty goddam cute."
"Keep screwing me...." He hadn't stopped, but she wanted to remind him.
"Baby, I could screw you all night."
Florie giggled. "Is that a promise?"
"Well ... with a little time out to eat you. Pussy's my favorite dish."
"Oooooooo, mine too-I mean, I go crazy when I get licked."
He slowed his thrusting. "You want I should lick you right now?"
Florie's legs tightened about him. "Don't stop...! Jeez, don't stop screwing me ... I want this first."
He chuckled. "I knew you were gonna be fun."
"Fuck me hard."
He complied. "Tell me when you're gonna come...."
"In a minute-oh jeez, you feel good. Keep doing it just like that-"
"If I lick you, will you suck my dick?"
"Uh huh, of course."
He began to slow again. "Lemme turn aroundlet's suck off instead."
She screaming at him, kicking his ass. "Keep fucking me, you sonofabitch!"
"Don't get sore...."
She was panting. "I'm gonna come-" She slapped his butt with her hands, "Fuck it to me ... c'mon, give it to me-ooooooo-yeah ... harder...." She began to jerk.
Bob pumped the cock into her, completely de lighted by the feel of her delectable body. She was a sensuous, satiny cat, curled around his rigid meat in a carnal delirium. Bob had never had a chunk of ass thrill him more. He didn't want to dish out the cream so soon, but she pulled it out of him and he let go with a tremendous sigh.
Florie felt his orgasmic ecstasy, his cock stiffening and the sudden spurting. She bit his neck as he gushed into her. Her own wanton spasms were beginning to fade. She licked into his ear. "Fuck me-c'mon, fuck me...." She giggled as his body responded, jerking and lunging. "Fuck me...."
He thrashed and trembled, stabbing her puss with the cock, his rhythm broken, his heart pounding. He subsided slowly as she kissed him and loved him, holding the cock in by the pressure of her legs. "You fuck up a storm...."
Bob moaned, "You made me come too soon."
She giggled, licking his lips, "Now you really got me in the mood, honey," She rubbed his bare ass with her hands and squeezed his prick with her cunt muscles. "I need more fucking."
"You're kidding...."
"Who's kidding? You said if I ever wanted a screwing I should come to you ... didn't you?" She snickered, "I want it."
He moaned. "Gimme a rest."
"No. Fuck me." She writhed under him.
Bob began to laugh. "You're cute as hell. Is my cock hard...? I can't tell."
"Work it."
He jammed himself into her crotch, jogging the prick. It felt hard enough. She was undulating under him in a crazy, excited way. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and played with it. When he tried to suck her tongue, she fucked it hard and fast between his lips. Then he knew his cock was like steel again. Her cunt was a fiery oven. She was licking his face, warm breath panting at his ear. "Fuck me-c'mon, fuck me-"
Bob settled down to deliver the mail. This wild girl was insatiable-and delicious! He had fucked dozens of girls, how many he had no real idea. But none of them had driven him out of his skull like this one ... and she was so young! She couldn't be a day over seventeen. She was pretty as hell and shapely with gorgeous tits-he hadn't even got to her tits yet. He was going to suck them off pretty soon. He knew that if she was Dink's girl she was probably getting cock from a dozen guys. Maybe that accounted for her insatiableness; maybe she was used to a hell of a lot more screwing than the average. Maybe one guy couldn't keep her fucked.
He whispered, "You gonna come again?"
"Yeh, any second ... don't stop!"
He chuckled. Heli no. He could kick off right now and his cock would go right on humping this pussy. He stepped up the pace, feeling her stiffen under him. He could tell, to the second, when it hit her. She screamed out, "Fuck me!" and went into a frenzy, bucking and twisting, panting hotly. Bob held her and fed her the dick, thoroughly enjoying her orgasm. He liked to make girls come.
He had known a girl once who wouldn't screw, but she was wildly horny. She loved to kiss him and fondle his cock-simply couldn't resist it. Usually, when he called for her and put her into his car, he would unzip and curl her fingers around his naked cock. She always protested, but she never let go. The more she handled it the hotter she got. They would head for a bar or the movies and often wind up parking somewhere. He would suck her titties for hours and make her come time after time, licking her cunt. But each time he slid up and ran his cock into her she began crying ... begging him to take it out. Every time he did, he wanted to kick himself, but he couldn't stand to hear her cry. Eventually, she graduated from holding it to licking it ... because she loved to be licked. She became an expert cocksucker-a very loving one.
He made Florie come once more before she squeezed his wad out of him. And then he was through. Pooped. Kaput. She played with it a while, licking it and talking to it, but nothing. His eyes were filmed and he was drained.
She buttoned her clothes and stood, brushing herself. "I gotta go."
"No-stay here tonight."
"You can't get it up, honey." She waggled her fingers at him and went to the door. "Put your cock away, it looks obscene hanging out that way."
He opened his mouth to retort, but she slid out and clicked the lock behind her.
Dink still hadn't returned. Florie took a bath, fiddled with her hair and considered going back to see Bob. It would be cozy to sleep with him-and wake up to a nice hard pecker. He might even have a present for her in a couple of hours ... no, not likely. He was momentarily fucked out. She knew the signs.
It was after midnight when she slipped into bed, naked. She always slept naked. Habit. Nakedness made it easier for Otis to find her in the dark. Where was he? She wanted to see him again.
She woke suddenly, hearing noises. Voices. She sat up in bed, forgetting her nakedness, as the bedroom light clicked on.
Someone said, "Jesus H. Christ!"
Dink's voice said, "Hi, baby. You keepin' it hot for papa?"
She blinked, looking at them, Dink and Herman, both a little smashed. Herman was almost drooling, looking at her bare tits.
"Oh man," he said, coming over to sit on the side of the bed. "Lookit this crazy stuff!"
Dick swayed, smiled owlishly. "You wanna fuck her, pal? Go ahead. Be my guest."
"Hell yeh!" Herman began throwing off his clothes.
"You goddam motherfucker!" Florie yelled. "You gotta ask me first!"
"Shaddup," Dink said.
Herman shoved his pants down and his hard cock sprang out. Without even trying to kick the pants off, he lunged for her, grinning hugely. He hadn't had a screw all day. She fought him off and Dink laughed.
"C'mon, spread her legs, for crissakes."
"She's got her pussy all in an uproar."
Florie swore at them. Dink had no right to come in offering her cunt to anyone he happened to bring home with him. She wished to hell she had stayed with Bob, soft cock and all. Herman caught hold of her wrist and hung on, though she slapped at him and tried to bite his hand. He was drunk, but he was also very strong. "I got her now ... "
"You got shit...."
Dink came and helped Herman. They had the covers off her, naked legs kicking, four hands holding her. She did her best to grab his bare cock but he kept it out of her desperate reach. Herman was no fool.
"You motherfucking bastards!"
"Ain't she a honey," Dink said. "Fucks like a goddam hound dog too. Get it in her. Jam it in, pal."
They had a terrible time getting her legs open.
But she was no match for them. Herman got on her, in spite of anything she could do. His fingers investigated her pussy; she twisted and spit at him, but he frigged her, grinning. "You're gonna like it, baby."
"C'mon, fuck her for crissake. Cut out the gabbing."
Herman let himself into her crotch and guided the prick. He pronged her with it, deep and hard. Dink slapped his butt, "Go git it!"
Florie fought, but not for long. He was right. She did like it. She didn't want him to know it, but she couldn't help that. Her humping body betrayed her. Dink said, "I tole you she fucks like a hot fox, huh?"
"A great piece of ass," Herman agreed. His skinny body churned the cock into her, frothing her quim.
"Git off her," Dink said. "It's my turn-I want some of that stuff." He kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his pants.
"Naw-lemme shoot my wad."
"Get the fuck off her!"
Herman growled, but he rolled off, cock wet and shining.
Florie slid off the bed and headed for the front door. She had no idea where she was going, but she was sore. She was just something for Dink to stick his cock into.
They both yelped and chased her.
Herman was the smaller and quicker. He caught her trying to work the lock on the door and grabbed her around the butt. She screamed and fought him, but Dink was there, yanking her toward the couch. Both of them shoved her down, face first, and Dink jumped on her. It took him only a minute to work his prick into her from be hind. He was expert at it.
She growled at them, "You lousy motherfuckers...." She felt Dink's cock surging into her. She had to suffer it. It took him five minutes to blow his load.
Then Herman flipped her over onto her back and with Dink holding her, he got into her again and fucked her urgently.
She didn't let herself get too excited. So, she. was fucked. What of it? She didn't fight him and he shot his wad finally and got up. He slapped her ass as she hurried to the bathroom, yelling, "Thanks, baby."
She heard the guy and the girl from upstairs go up to her apartment. In a few minutes the bed began vibrating up there. Florie sighed, washing out her pussy.
When she came out of the bathroom Dink and Herman had gone. They had come there just to fuck her. Florie was very pissed off.
The next day she met the girl upstairs. The girl's name was Mary Johnson and she was a very sweet-faced young thing with a rather helpless manner. But she had a pair of beautiful, jutting tits and a gorgeous shape. Her body and face didn't quite go together, Florie thought. The face was sweet and innocent and the body said: "Mama mia! Get a hard-on!"
Mary came to her door, "I thought I ought to welcome you to the house," she said.
"Gee, thanks," Florie smiled and asked her in, curious to see the girl who got so much pussypumping.
She gave Mary a cup of coffee. Mary asked, "Do you work, honey?"
"No-not yet. I've been thinking about it.
"You're very pretty."
"Thanks. So are you."
Mary simpered. Her half-covered tits wobbled and Florie licked her lips, thinking of Lila. She hadn't had a bite of tit for ages. She wondered if Mary would make a pass at her.
But she didn't. "My problem," Florie said, "is I haven't got any dough. I'd like to get the fuck outa here...." She shrugged.
Mary giggled. "Don't you like guys?"
"Sure I do." She remembered that Dink had said he'd once had a piece of this girl. Mary's eyes were sparkling. She drew strands of dark hair aside. Florie asked, "Are you still screwing Dink?" She wondered what the innocent-appearing Mary would say.
Mary only laughed, a rippling, silvery laugh. But she didn't blush and she didn't deny it. She said, "I've got a date in a little while ... a friend is coming to see me."
Florie saw the friend a bit later, the same man she'd seen before, the dark, thin one. He ran up the stairs, and in about ten minutes the bed began to bounce.
She went to the corner phone and called Lila. The blonde was at home. "Florie! darling! Where are you?"
"I miss you," Florie said. She gave Lila her address. "I'm calling from a phonebooth. Don't tell Roy where I am...."
"He was mad as hell, you know, when you left."
"Fuck him," Florie said.
Lila giggled softly. "Can I come over?"
"Jeez, hurry up!"
She met Lila at the door, practically naked, and Lila kissed her and had a handful of naked tit almost before the door was closed behind her. They leaned on the door and kissed-and kissed-and kissed. Florie slid her leg up about Lila's hip, and Lila swiftly gathered up a handful of cunt, massaging it.
Then Lila backed her to the couch. Florie flopped, legs akimbo and Lila between them. Sighing deeply, Lila began licking the engorged cunt as Florie writhed-"Ohhhh, suck me, baby...."
Lila slid her long tongue into the squishy cunt, licked the swollen lips up and down, nuzzling the little hard clit, teasing it. She unfastened her own blouse and unhooked her bra.
Then she moved up Florie's satiny body and rubbed both bare, hard-nippled breasts on Florie's lips. "Suck me a little, too, baby."
Florie moaned in pleasure, mouthing the titties. Her busy hands pushed Lila's panties down and Lila kicked them off, her mini about her middle.
They were squirming together on the couch, with Florie wantonly sucking the luscious titties and hotly frigging a panting Lila-when Dink walked in.
Dink let the door slam behind him, eyes bugging out. He said, "Jesus Christ! What the fuck's going on?"
Lila gasped in fright, but Florie said, "It's pussy eating time, what you think?"
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"You fucking redheaded cunt!" Dink said, still in a slight shock. He stared at the lovely Lila as she rolled off Florie and tried to cover herself up-having nothing much to do it with. Florie sprawled naked, legs still spread wide, and leered at Dink.
Lila giggled, the fright gone from her. Dink sat on the couch beside Florie and petted her pussy, tickling it with his finger while she squirmed ... but didn't stop him.
He said, "I didn't know you was a cunt-licker."
"Aren't you?"
He grinned, staring at Lila. "D'you fuck, honey, or d'you just go for pussy?"
"She goes for anything," Florie snickered, "huh, honey?"
"Sort of," Lila confessed.
Dink stripped off his pants in a moment; his cock was half hard, meaty and thick. Florie said, "He wants to play."
"Fucking well right."
She put her knees up. "Ok, screw me."
He said, "I wanna screw the blonde."
Lila looked at him, grinning. She put out her hand and touched the cock, tickling it, petting it, and it grew, lifting its big velvet head, stiffening. She sucked in her breath. "Oooo, lookit it come up...."
"It wants you, baby."
"All you guys say that," Florie remarked.
"Spread 'em," Dink said to Lila, waggling the prick.
She leaned forward, licked the end of the cock for a half moment, drew it inside her mouth, then turned over, knees on the couch, and presented him her naked rear end.
"Go get it, tiger," Florie said, giggling.
Dink grabbed Lila's round, lovely ass and thrust his cock up under her. Reaching around her he guided it. Her pussy was wet and anxious; the cock slid into it and he thrust it deep as Lila said, "Ooooooo." He began to fuck her lustfully.
Lila moved atop Florie and they resumed kissing and tit-feeling. Lila whispered, "Roy thought I knew where you were, darling. I thought he was going to beat me."
"He didn't care anything for me," Florie said. "I was just a cunt to him...."
Lila nuzzled her. "But what a cunt." Her fingers strayed to Florie's crotch and the redhead squirmed, arching her back, shoving her pussy at the fingers.
'lley," Dink said. "What're you dames talking about?"
"You, baby," Florie said. She looked round Lila's soft shoulder at the chunky guy. "She was telling me what a groovy cock you got."
"She likes it, huh?" Dink pumped it harder, grinning.
Lila smiled at him over her shoulder. "Oh, I love it, baby."
"You got a nice ass," he said.
Lila licked Florie's mouth and sucked her tongue. "It feels like a pumphandle." In a moment she bit Florie's lip lightly. "Oooooo, my gawd...."
"What's the matter?"
Lila said, "He's licking me ... ooooo, that's nice...."
Craning her neck, Florie could see Dink kneeling behind the blonde 'venus, his face buried in her ass-cleavage. Lila began to undulate, loving it.
Dink pushed her and Lila slid forward, to the back of the couch, dangling her titties in Florie's face, and cuddling Florie who mouthed them voraciously. Lila adored having her tits sucked.
Florie, feeling Dink's hands on her tawny thighs, opened them and raised her knees. Dink was kneeling in just the right place. Reaching down, she grabbed his prick and pulled it to her slit. She wanted to be fucked. She heaved her rump toward it as she felt the prick enter her. Dink lunged and the pecker skewered her.
She gasped and lost the titties. Lila was moaning and undulating her bottom as Dink licked her cunt and her bunghole. Dink was fucking Florie as hard as he could. The couch rocked and squeaked.
Florie, panting at the bottom of the pile, smiled to herself. Far away, sounding like a distant and faint tapping, she could hear the bed bouncing upstairs. Mary was getting screwed again. She wondered if Bob was next door, jacking-off. The thought made her snicker; Lila moaned louder, panting and slowly moving her supple buttocks under the voracious tonguing. Florie could see the lovely blonde's eyes were glassy-she was on the verge-teetering, her face sagging, and then she jerked and groaned. Her juices were flowing. Dink's sucking mouth made squishy sounds, french-kissing the spastic cunt.
Florie felt Dink at the top of his fever-she let go, quaking and bucking as the paroxysms wrenched her. In the midst of her orgasm she could feel Dink's cock spitting. Florie gasped for air, heart pounding, feeling the tremendous heat they generated. Lila fell sideways, shuddering and tittering, and sprawled to the floor where she lay, face up, getting her breath back.
Dink said, "Jeez, I'm gonna wind up in a fucking circus!"
He rolled off her, his cock dribbling sauce.
"God, let's do it again," Florie said, and they laughed. She sat up, mopping herself, her red hair a mess. Upstairs the bed was still hammering.
Dink passed cigarettes around. "You ain't sore, baby-about me and Herman?"
Florie shrugged. "I was...."
Dink winked at Lila. "Rosie got sore at Herman. Wouldn't give him no pussy. The poor guy was hard-up. You know how it is."
"So you gave him mine."
"You're a good screw, baby."
"Thanks." Florie went into the kitchen for coffee. There was none, so she had to make it. When she looked back into the other room, Dink was on top of Lila, fucking her sinuously and whispering with her. She watched them for a few moments. Lila wasn't hollering or objecting.
Well, Dink had a good cock. It kept getting hard-that was something. She sighed, thinking of hard cocks, wondering about Otis again. She ought to ask Dink.
The upstairs bed started up again as the coffee was finished, and when she poured it into three cups, rocketed to a climax and stopped.
Florie carried the cups into the other room and put them beside the thrashing fuckers on the coffee table.
The guy from upstairs came down, rattling on the steps with hard heels. Florie peeked out, and was surprised to see it was another guy, altogether. Mary had had two different guys so far. Her pussy must be a vortex today.
She sipped the coffee as Dink began to buck and ram, shooting his wad. It looked like a good one. Lila was enjoying it, too, but didn't appear to be popping her rocks. She gave him a good ride, however, smiling at Florie as Dink began to taper off.
"We gotta get better acquainted," Dink said, slowly getting off her, mopping his prick. "You are a chunk of stuff, you know it?"
"You say that to all the girls," Lila said.
Dink snickered; she was right, he did. "Hell no, only to the tight cunts." He patted her ass and sat on the couch to drink the Java.
He didn't stay long; he had only come to screw Florie, and had got more than he expected. Florie locked the door behind him and took Lila into the bedroom. They bathed each other and climbed into bed for a real suck fest, Florie confessing, "I'm horny as hell, honey. You're gonna get it."
They both did.
Bob came next door that evening, offering to take her to dinner. They went to a very nice, rather dark place. "The food's great," Bob said, "even if you can't see it." He fondled her under the tablecloth.
During the meal she got his cock out in her hand, hard as tool-steel, making him squirm. She whispered, "I wanna sit on it...."
"Wait'll we get back to the car."
After dinner they had to sit for ten minutes while his cock went down. He refused to walk out with a hard-on jutting-out. But in the parking lot, dark and gloomy, she felt it jabbing her in the ass again. They giggled all the way to his car, and when they reached it, she let him bend her over the front fender. There was no one around, and he slid his cock into her from behind and jabbed her hotly.
That took the edge off. Florie hung onto the car, loving the feel of it goosing her nerve-ends, his hands roving around to toy with her tits, and his surging body bucking against her. He fucked her steadily for several ardent minutes, then someone yelled, a car engine roared into life a dozen yards away and white headlights washed over the parked cars near them.
She said, "Damn," when he pulled it out and hugged her to the door. Opening it, Bob slid inside and pulled her in. She straddled his lap quickly and felt the prick come ramming up into her again. "Ooooooo yeah...." She bounced over it and kissed him.
She whispered, "My God you make me hornywhat is it?"
"Your coozie is just my size."
She giggled, wriggling on the rigid meat. There was no point in telling him that she was hornedup from Lila's ravishing mouth sucking her into a dreamy sex-trip most of the afternoon. She might also have told him-though she didn't-that if he hadn't come knocking on her door, she would have gone to him with her throbbing pussy. She did tell him, "Your cock is just my size...."
"Every time I thought about you today, it got hard."
She kissed him sensuously, "It got hard for little ol' me?"
"Baby, I coulda fucked you all day long."
She giggled, revolving her hips, feeling the prick hit bottom. "Ooooo, you really get me in the mood." She unfastened her blouse and unhooked her bra, then sat back and shook her gorgeous titties in front of his nose. Bob took a deep breath, staring at them, then lunged forward and glued his mouth over the left one, sucking hard. His cock seemed to expand inside her and she writhed delightedly.
That was the only trouble with Lila-she didn't have a good hard cock for a girl to sit on. "Ohhhh, lick me, baby," she breathed, ruffling his hair.
Bob suddenly stopped licking her naked titties and hugged her to him. Several noisy people came into the lot and slammed car doors not far from them. An engine roared. Florie continued to fuck herself over the dick. Now she wanted it more than ever.
Bob hissed, "Shit, we better get outa here...."
"Fuck me ... nobody'll bother us."
"I wanna fuck you in a bed." He slid his hands to her hips and Florie hugged him, bouncing her cunt at him as hard and fast as she could. He slapped her ass. "Don't make me come!"
"I'm tryin' to make me come-it's all your fault, making me so goddam horny!" She glanced around quickly, seeing no one. "C'mon, fuck hard!"
He tried to lift her off the prick and only suc ceeded in rolling her sideways. Her legs fastened about his body and she continued her sensuous gyrations, fucking him frantically. Bob had never before made a girl so hot and cock-crazy. He felt extremely flattered. They were lying along the seat now, both of them humping, seeking more friction, the car was squeaking a bit. He couldn't get on top of her. More engines roared into life, not too far from them.
Bob stopped moving. "Lissen, these shitheads will call the fuzz if they catch us screwing like this."
"Then maybe someone in jail will fuck me!"
He snickered in spite of himself. "You'll be in the woman's side. They got no cocks there."
A woman's voice said loudly, "Harry, this's our car...."
Bob groaned, hugging Florie; he couldn't stop her ass revolving. The strange woman seemed to be beside them.
Florie swore. She looked around Bob's shoulder, seeing the middle-aged woman standing there, peering in at them. The woman's mouth was open. Florie made a face at her, knowing the woman could see her nakedness, her legs about Bob, the coital movements she continued to make.
"Oh my goodness!" the woman said. "Harrylook what these people are doing!"
"Fuck off, lady," Florie said loudly.
The woman gasped. The man said something to her.
Bob groaned, and Florie said, "Get in the fucking car and beat it!"
The woman gulped and seemed to come to life. She turned, the car door slammed, the engine growled into life and the car departed. Bob groaned, wrestling her off his lap. Florie was gig gling and laughing. "Did you see the look on her puss! ?"
He got her pushed over so he could slide under the wheel. He got the key in the ignition and tooled the car out of the lot with Florie hanging onto his prick, still giggling.
In the next block she dived at it and began to suck him avidly. He begged, "Don't make me come...."
"I want you to!"
He tried to stop her voracious sucking action. "Dammit, if you make me blow it I'm liable to wreck the fucking car!"
Florie sighed and eased up. "Jesus, men! You won't fuck me, you won't let me go down on you...."
"I want you in a goddam bed!" he yelled.
"You goddam motherfucker! I'm horny! You got me horny, now you get me off the fucking hook!"
He pulled off the highway to the first darkened street and killed the engine. Florie purred when he slid down in front of her and pushed her legs open. "Ooooo, give it to mama!"
He gave her everything he had and she wrapped her supple legs about him, cooing and squirming, a bitch in heat, sucking his tongue, whispering to him, "You fuck me soooo good-make me come again...."
In a half hour he was exhausted, having spurted and gushed as she kissed him and churned her hips, sucking his prick into herself, and she still wanted more.
"Lemme kiss it hard again."
"Baby, my poor little pecker has had it-I mean, had it!"
Florie sighed. She kissed him lewdly. "Then lick me for a little while...."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Otis woke in the late morning and stared at the ceiling, trying to get his bearings. His head was pounding and he felt tired all over ... drawn out. He was in a bed, or lying on top of a bed, and he was naked.
Turning his head, he saw an equally naked girl, belly up, sound asleep, voluptuous tits, and a complete stranger. He had never seen her before. Man, what kind of a party had that been?
He could only remember snatches of it. Two guys had a girl on the lawn, fucking her, taking turns as she giggled. The girl had been Ann Ludel, the little brunette. Inside the house a girl had grabbed his cock and unzipped him, laughing and jazzing him in front of everyone-but when he looked at them, at everyone, most of them were naked. Ten feet away Herman was trying to screw a strange girl up against the wall. He had her legs apart but he couldn't get it in standing up. A girl was going down on a guy on the couch and a few nakeds were dancing, swinging cocks and titties. So he had grabbed the girl by the cunt and she had said she wanted to get laid.
In the first bedroom they came to he spread her on the bed and got on her. There was already another couple screwing there, and the girl had said, "Room for one more...." Otis hadn't seen either of them before. Whose party was it?
After he fucked the first girl for a bit, he and the other guy on the bed swapped and he fucked the other one. Then he had some drinks, and by then he was naked. He remembered that.
He also remembered Rosie trying to suck him off and cussing at him. It wasn't a Mockers party-sort of half-and-half. He couldn't remember the house. Maybe he never did know.
Otis sat up, groaning, holding his head. He stared at his cock. The thing certainly looked wrinkled and shriveled. Probably had a helluva workout. His asshole felt sore too-Jesus, had he been buggered, too? Something had been in it. He reached under himself and felt the grease. Yeah, he had been buggered. He didn't remember a thing about it.
Maybe there was some aspirin in the house.
He recalled Shirl Hibbler doing a naked dance. Somewhere-where the hell had it been? Anyway, there was a naked guy, with a huge long prick, dancing with her and trying to get the cock into her-it had been funny as hell at the time. They'd all laughed themselves silly. Of course he finally did ... and so did a few others, all in a heap on the floor.
He stared at the naked girl for a bit, eyeing her lush tits, thinking of nibbling on them-but his head hurt too much. She certainly had nice ones, with little raisin nipples, not hard now. Her pussy was mostly shaved too. Otis slid off the bed; the girl moaned but didn't open her eyes. He tottered across the room.
There was another couple on the floor, each half dressed. The girl wore an open shirt, that showed her tits, and a skirt about her waist. The guy wore a shirt and was clinging to her, spoon-fashion, but with his prick all soft now. Otis didn't know them.
He stopped in the bathroom to piss, then went on, feeling better. Hadn't he screwed someone in the bathroom last night? He thought he had, but couldn't remember who. He had been sitting on the can and a girl had come in, giggled on seeing him and had straddled him and pushed her firm titties in his face, so he had pushed his cock into her.
He paused at the living room door. There were five naked peple on the floor, sprawled in various positions, with blankets about them or under them. A couple was awake on the couch, a guy atop a girl, screwing her languorously. She turned her head, saw Otis and smiled. She was Clara Moscof the plump little blonde. He nodded to her and went into the kitchen.
There was aspirin on a shelf; he took three with a glass of water and remembered someone sitting a girl on the sink-right over there-and jazzing her in the pussy with a beer bottle.
Where were his clothes?
He thought about it, waiting for his head to stop pulsating. He ate a few graham crackers and looked at the mess on the stove. There were bottles and glasses everywhere, the sink was clogged with them. It was an old house, but large ... but he couldn't recall where it was, even. Someone had driven him-oh yes, he had come with the tall, skinny Chico. He remembered seeing Chico trying to play the piano by banging the keys with his hard cock. That had been funny, too.
He couldn't recall what he'd done with his clothes. He'd have to go looking for them. But he remembered that someone had turned out the lights-probably unscrewed the main fuse-all the lights in the house were out. Everybody was screaming and yelling and going around fucking everyone, no matter who. Otis looked to the living room again; he had been drunk, but he could remember being in the middle of a dozen naked bodies in the pitch black living room, all of them laughing and panting and frigging every pussy or cock they could get hold of, and fucking everything that moved ... was this where he'd been reamed? No-he didn't think so. He remembered getting his cock into cunt after cunt, sometimes for only a couple of strokes before someone else pulled the girl away. What a time! In the dark. The lights stayed off for a long time.
There was an upstairs to the house and he went up slowly; his head was getting slightly better. He'd been up these stairs before-hadn't he chased a girl up them? And caught her near the top? Yes, and she'd told him she wanted to be fucked in the ass. So he probably had.
There were two bedrooms and a bath upstairs. In the first one a strange guy was fucking Rosie, who snickered at him and waved her arm. There was no one in the bathroom.
In the other bedroom he stared, astonished to see Florie.
Florie was on the bed, sleeping in a blonde's arms, with Dink next to her, also asleep and snoring. They were all naked and the blanket that had been over them was wadded-up and on the floor. He hadn't seen Florie for a long, long time and she looked absolutely delicious. She seemed to have matured, ripened, tits bigger and more lush, tawny legs more shapely ... he could feel his cock stirring. He wanted to screw her again.
As he stood looking at her, a tiny voice in the back of his head was nagging at him, saying, "This's your sister, ain't it?" Someone had said that to him last night. He could almost hear himself laughing with her. Then there was a lot of applause, faces, pink bodies-a lush female clinging to him. Oh shit! Hadn't that been Florie? Damn-he had probably fucked Florie in front of all of them. It would be kicks for them. They had probably egged him into it.
Florie opened her eyes languidly, now, and looked straight at him. Otis saw comprehension grow in her face-and she smiled. She said, "Hi," very softly, then looked at her companions.
She gently extricated herself from the blonde and sighed. "God, I'm woozy. That was a motherfucking party."
Otis put out his hand, helping her off the bed. Dink and the blonde girl still slept. Florie clung to him, kissed him fondly. "Hi, jeez, it's been a long time ... "
"Didn't I screw you last night?"
"Yeh." She laughed softly. "D'you remember it?"
"Not much." His cock was hardening and she was gently rubbing her crotch against it. She felt for it and curled her fingers around it, smiling at him.
"Is this for me?"
"Yeh, if you want it." He nodded toward the blonde girl. "Who's she?"
Florie squeezed his cock. "Would you be shocked if I told you I eat pussy?"
"No. Do you?"
"Love it. That's a gal named Lila. We play house. D'you wanna fuck me?"
"Hell yes. Let's go somewhere." He rubbed her lovely ass, running his finger up the length of her slit so that she wriggled. "Ooooooo!"
He snickered. Florie was always ready.
She said, "Lemme wake up Lila, huh? She can go with us."
"Ok." He liked what he saw of the blonde. Was she a confirmed pussy-eater? He watched Florie wake the girl, putting her hand over Lila's lips for silence. Lila understood quickly and slid off the bed, staring at Otis and his big hard-on. Florie whispered something to her and Lila nodded and smiled.
They padded out of the room and Otis quietly closed the door. In the hallway Florie said, "This's my brother, Otis, and this is Lila."
"Hi," Lila said throatily. She brushed her hip against the cock. Otis petted her butt. Silky.
Florie said, "Let's see if there's anyone in here." She led the way to the other bedroom. Lila followed with Otis behind her. When the two girls paused at the door to look into the room, Otis pressed against Lila's back and the very stiff cock slid along her ass-cleavage. Feeling it, she glanced back at him and batted her lashes; she didn't move away. He pressed it harder.
Florie whispered, "Shit, somebody's screwing...." She went to the stairs. Lila followed and Otis walked behind her, rubbing his prick on her bottom.
They found a room, off the back porch, only a tiny alcove that held a narrow bed and a tall dresser. Otis closed the door behind them. It was dusk in the room and the place smelled of cheap perfume. Otis stood with his back to the door, Lila pressed back against him; his cock was embedded in her cleavage in a very familiar way. If he could lift her just a bit, he could get into her.
Then Florie turned and embraced Lila, kissing her tenderly.
Otis was slightly surprised, even though she had warned him. The two of them went into the embrace with such feeling and desire that he could only stare at them for a long moment. Then he felt Lila's ass moving. He tried to slide his hand around her into her crotch, but Florie's body was pressed so tightly he could not. Both girls were writhing against each other now. Their passion made him feel even more horny. Opening his legs wide, he lowered himself to get his cock at a better angle and felt fingers on it. The pecker was rubbing under Lila, seeking her opening.
He could see both of Lila's arms about Florie. He realized the fingers on his cock were Florie's. She was pressing the prick upward. The head of it was enclosed by something warm-he was in Lila. He thrust, the shaft of the cock helped by Florie's fingers, and the cock went into her more deeply. He heard Lila sigh. He began fucking her.
The girls murmured together, and Florie giggled softly. It was a very cozy huddle. He held Lila's ass in both hands driving the cock into her. It was stiff as hell and was in her a yard and a half; he could feel the delightful sensation as she squeezed it. Florie's fingers were still rubbing the blonde's cunt and his cock. How long had the two girls been licking each other?
Florie drew Lila to the narrow bed. Otis said, "Hey!" He could not move with them and still keep the prick in her.
Florie grinned at him and said, "Come on...." They flopped on the bed, squirming, and Lila ended up on the bottom with Florie halflying atop her, kissing her again, running her hand into the blonde's crotch. Otis crowded up behind Florie, who stuck her rump out when she felt him there. His hands roved her satiny bottom, feeling under her to a wet quim and encountered other slithery fingers. Lila was frigging Florie already. He warped his cock into her and thrust it in deep and hard. Florie moved and murmured, "Oooooooo...." as he fucked her.
For a long time they squirmed there, the girls kissing and sighing ... sometimes whispering. They licked and sucked titties, taking turns, and Florie frigged Lila steadily, lovingly. Otis fucked the prong into her in a steady, sinuous pumpingand he could tell she was responding. How well he knew the signs!
Florie erupted suddenly. She gasped, moaned, "I'm gonna do it-Jesus, I'm coming...." and was jerking and writhing all at once with Lila kissing and licking her titties urgently.
Then, as Florie continued to buck helplessly in the throes of the orgasm, Lila hissed at Otis, "Roll her over...."
Otis slid arms and legs about the redhead and pulled her half atop him. He kept feeding her the prick. Instantly Lila scuttled down and began to lick Florie's throbbing cunt. Florie cried out, feeling the other's mouth, and moaned aloud, her body trembling.
Otis, too, enjoyed it. With Florie's back to him, half atop him, his cock could not bury itself in her. He could feel the voracious lapping of Lila's busy tongue laving him as it licked Florie. 'very goddam pleasant. Florie moved convulsively all at once and the cock twisted out of her, lubed with cunt sauce, slippery as eleven-dozen eels. Florie moaned, but Otis felt Lila's sucking mouth close about the prick. The blonde bobbed her head over it for long delicious moments, sucking it hard, gorging on it. Then she inserted it back in Florie's cunt and made Florie squeal and writhe with her sensuous lapping.
Florie said, "Oh, darling, lemme rest a sec ... you'll make me do it twice in a row."
Lila asked, "Is it that bad?" She sat up, smiling prettily.
"It ain't bad, but Jeez, I musta come forty times last night! I was laid and relaid and inlaid-" She giggled. "And somebody fucked me in the ass too." She rolled and sprawled, belly up, still panting. She made a very lovely picture, Otis thought. It was astonishing how she had matured. From a skinny, gawky kid she was a ripe, round, absolutely ravishing woman. He had never seen anyone more delectable. Looking at her, his cock got even stiffer.
She put out her hand and toyed with the end of it. "You poor doll, you're awful horny, aren't you."
Lila asked, "Do you two screw a lot?"
Otis said, "As your lawyer, you don't hafta answer that." He slid an arm about the blonde lovely and she made it easy for him to capture one tit and fondle it.
Florie giggled, playing with the cock. "Sure we fuck a lot. As a matter-of-fact, Otis got my cherry."
"You got mine," Otis said.
"Whatever. God, this thing is awful hard. Aren't you aching to put it somewhere?" She jazzed his cock.
He pulled Lila even closer as she sat by him. "Yeh, I wanna put it somewhere...." Lila giggled. He slid his hand down over her belly, into her crotch. She giggled and licked into his ear as he fiddled in the crotch, tickling and teasing her cunt lips. She writhed, scooping up his balls and kneading them.
Florie suddenly twisted and dived at him, taking the length of the cock into her greedy mouth. She began sucking it hard.
Lila whispered, "I thought for a second I was gonna get fucked ... "
"You are...." Otis frigged her as she sucked in her breath and scissored his hand. He wanted to take his cock out of Florie's mouth, lay this blonde down and get on her-but Florie was doing it so wantonly ... damn, it felt good!
Lila said, "It's my turn-" She shook his balls, trying to pull the cock from Florie's lips.
"She's got it all," Lila said. "It's not fair. She already popped her rocks."
"Jesus, I'm hot," Florie said, around the prick. "I can't help it."
Lila pulled at Otis, sliding her arms about his neck, licking her lips and kissing him sensuously. "I wanna get fucked-" She pulled him down on his back.
"Florie-" he wailed, "lemme have my cock back!"
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
They sat on him. Florie sat on his cock and Lila sat on his mouth. Florie bounced, fucking herself; Lila merely moved her loins back and forth sinuously, in a blissful reverie as Otis mouthed her.
Florie felt a great sense of peace. It was wonderful, being with Otis again-not only because he was her brother, which made her feel close to him, but because she had rediscovered what a gorgeous prick he had. It seemed to fill her, as she sat on it. It filled her better than Bob's did, or Dink's, or Roy's-or any of the many guys she had been fucking. A fuck was a lot of fun and a good time, but it could also be something better than that, with the right partner. It could be an orgy of fun.
She was also astonished at how Lila was turned on by Otis.
Lila had almost given up peckers altogether, preferring the cunt-suck scene. But it was obvious she liked Otis, and liked what he did ... really no different from other males, maybe it was the way he did it.
She roved her warm hands over Lila's back; the blonde beauty was in a glow, with Otis' tongue in her. She pulled Lila closer and kissed her neck. "You want to change?"
Lila nodded. Her eyes were filmy-she wanted to get off the busy tongue, but she was unable to move. She was mesmerized, in a heavenly sex-trip.
Florie pulled her-and Otis helped move her svelte body. Lila moaned, whimpered. Florie rose off the long prick and knelt by Lila, Urging her to slide backward-helping her, pushing her. Lila came to life suddenly, seeming to realize what they were doing. She gasped, lifted her ass over the stiff, standing cock, and let herself down on it. She moaned and hugged herself as the long penis skewered her.
Florie giggled, straddling Otis and pushing her cunt toward his mouth. "Hi, darling ... here's lunch...." She squealed as he licked her hotly.
Otis, on top of Lila, was fucking her hard, driving his cock into her, pumping her for friction as she writhed and groaned in sheer excruciating pleasure. Her blood-gorged cunt closed about his prick with burning tightness. She rubbed his ass wantonly and he knew she was near to boiling over.
Florie, squirming beside them, was kissing her and caressing her, toying with her nipples, kissing Otis. "Give it to her, darling ... she's gonna do it...."
Lila gasped for breath, moaning, clutching him-suddenly, spasmed. She screamed, jerked wildly and shuddered. Florie yelled, "Fuck her! She's coming ... ohhhh, darling, I love you, I love you...." She kissed Lila passionately, sliding her hand down under Otis' balls to finger Lila, helping her along.
Otis thrashed, fucking her in a irenzy, listening to her throaty murmurs. Lila was bucking and gasping, her ass writhing, legs tight about him. She seemed to be saying something and Otis bent his head. She was whispering, "Fuck me ... fuck me....
Florie hissed, "Don't come, baby!" She patted Otis' butt. "Don't come-give her all of it, stiff and hard ... ooooo, gawd, I bet that feels good ... keep fuckin' her...."
Otis growled, "What the hell d'you think I'm doing?"
"You're sweet," Florie said, rubbing his cock hard, and sliding her finger into Lila beside the plunging dick.
Lila laughed jerkily, tossing her head back and forth.
"Was it good, darling?" Florie whispered, kissing Lila on the mouth. "Did you have a good one?"
Lila, panting, nodded, her eyes glassy. She sucked Florie's tongue, murmuring cosily. Florie said, "Goddam, I wish I was a man-I'd love to fuck you!"
Lila giggled.
Otis said, "Now it's my turn, huh?"
Florie kissed him. "Shall we blow you?" She kissed Lila tenderly. "Shall we blow him, darling-both of us together?"
"I want to fuck you," Otis said. "On your back." He watched them kissing, sucking tongues ... Lila's cunt was still grabbing his dick, squeezing it. Her loins were alive, writhing, worming, silky legs rubbing his. He ducked his head a few inches and joined their kissing-a frenzy of tongues, pouting lips joined, love bites. Lila whispered, "Keep fucking me...."
"You're selfish, you bitch," Florie hissed, licking Lila's mouth. "He wants to screw me-don't you, darling?"
Lila was curled about him, holding him as in a cocoon, legs and arms tight, fucking back excitedly. Otis was in a rapturous state, hardly conscious that he was surging the prick into her; his senses were clogged with the voluptuous feel of her sensuous, enveloping body. She seemed to move under and around him, even her titties, hardnippled, cushioned against him, were inciting him. Her ravishing mouth sought his constantly. He could hear her whispered, begging plea: "Keep fucking me...."
Florie too was moaning, kissing them both, pulling at him. Exhorting Lila. "Let him screw me-" Otis put his arm about Florie, running his hand down over her writhing buttocks. She grabbed it and twisted it under her, between her legs, pressing his fingers to her sopping cunt. Her leg went up over his back. Florie held his groping hand to her bucking muff, pressing her crotch wantonly against Lila's thigh, fucking herself madly over the fingers.
Lila bit his ear, panting into it, breathing, "Keep fucking me ... ohhhhh, fuck it into me...."
He was kissing Florie; she mouth-fucked him, driving her hard tongue between his lips. "You're making me come-oh you mother-fucker, you're makin' me come-oh oh ohhhh-" She wailed, jerking all at once, flinging herself at the busy fingers, working her crazy cunt in a furious, supple attack. She was gasping for breath, eyes heavy-lidded, paroxysming, seeing nothing.
Lila was panting, little short gasps, breathing, "Fuck me...." Then suddenly she, too, moaned very loudly and began to twitch hard. Otis growled, screwing, frigging. For crissakes, both of them popping off at the same goddam time!
It took him ten minutes to taper them off.
Then they were kittenish, like fluffy little felines, kissing him, fondling him-Lila still scissoring him with lustful legs. "Don't stop doing it...."
"Jesus," Florie said. "I never say you so hot to get fucked before!"
"Oh, he's wonderful," Lila said, face flushed.
"You've had him long enough-"
Lila said, "But he's your brother!"
"Are you two gonna suck me off?" Otis asked.
"Of course he's my brother. That's why I want him to screw me ... he does it better'n anybody."
"Ooooo yeah...."
Otis got Lila's attention. "Are you gonna blow me?"
She pouted cutely. "I love it inside me...."
He tried to get off her, rolling from side to side, bucking, thrusting ... she giggled and held him. Florie, laughing, got into the act, pulling at him, trying to separate them.
And then he felt it welling up.
Both girls seemed to know it instantly. Lila moaned, grabbing him with new vigor, and Florie jerked at him. Otis shuddered, groaned and heaved himself up. He came out of Lila, wet cock shining, and lunged toward Florie. The jism spurted, gushed-and spattered over both of them, spitting in a creamy gift. Otis swore, crumpled and rolled belly-up, still jerking in the nerve-searing orgasm. He heard them yelling, scrambling, felt mouths on him, but he couldn't open his eyes, could only tremble as they sucked him. He drifted off....
Florie said, "We found your pants."
Otis sat up blearily and looked at them. She and Lila were dressed, partially dressed anyway. Florie wore a mini dress with the neck open to her navel. Lila had on a mini and a blouse, open the same way. A lot of tit was showing.
Lila was feeling his cock, very softly and rather lovingly.
He took the pants and slid off the bed, put them on. "No shirt?"
"Jeez, it's not formal," Florie said. "We couldn't find any shoes to fit you, either."
"What time is it?"
"Getting dark. Can we go to your place?"
He nodded. "If I can find m' car." He led them out, scratching and stretching. He had slept for hours. No one was around. He looked at Florie. "They're all gone."
She shrugged. "Fucked out, whatcha think?"
He laughed. Lila said, "I'm hungry...."
In the kitchen he found the box of graham crackers and gave it to her. She munched them as they went out and down the street to his car. That had been some party. He wished he had remembered more of it. Who the hell had fucked him in the butt?
CHAPTER NINETEEN
His pad was small and they had to sleep three in a bed, not a bad arrangement with him in the middle.
Minor problems had begun to show up at work, however. Certain girls expected to be screwed and were curious or suspicious when he passed them up. Miss B was a little upset. "The new girl, Nancy, is a mouth-child, Otis, darling...."
"Not today, honey," Otis said. If he followed his old ways he would be fucked-out in no time. Between them, Lila and Florie were ravishing him daily. One night, when he was on Lila, feeding her the daily meat, Florie had strapped on a rubber dildo and oozed it up his butt, fucking him voraciously. She seemed to get kicks from that. She also fucked Lila with it.
Lila told him privately that she preferred his real one.
Manny thought he was attending more to business and he approved of his newfound lack of in terest in the girls. Manny had only one worry, and asked him: "You haven't turned fag, huh?"
"Hell no," Otis said, "I got lots of pussy at home now."
"You're a smart apple," Manny said. He gave Otis a raise.
Lila went out at night to get her things, and moved in for good. Florie did the same thing, managing to avoid Dink and Bob, locking the door to their flat and shoving the key back through the mail slot. Upstairs, the bed was hammering as usual.
They were very happy. To Otis it was like being married with two wives. They moved to a slightly larger place, registering as Mr. and Mrs. Harrod-a mild lie-and lodger.
After a month of such bliss they decided upon an anniversary party. "Just ourselves?" Otis asked.
"Well, it really isn't a party," Lila said, "with just the three of us, is it? It's our regular diet."
"You mean a sex party?" Florie asked, and Otis smiled.
They discussed it for a bit and finally agreed that each of them would invite one other person. Lila wanted it to be a masked party, but that was voted down, too. However, the guest list would be kept secret, from each other, until the night.
Otis invited Binnie Hupp. Lila invited her fluffy blonde friend, Betty, and Florie invited Bob.
Binnie was the only one who wondered about the other guests. When Otis picked her up to drive her to the party, she was curious. "Is this a Mocker party?"
"Hell no. Just a small affair."
She looked at him with very wise eyes. "I'm gonna get real fucked, huh?"
He grinned.
"How many guys?"
He said, "Me and maybe another one. I dunno." He explained the rules to her. "Don't you want to go?"
"Of course," she said in surprise.
She was glad to see Florie again, but hardly knew her. Florie was astonished. "Binnie!" Binnie looked delicious, blonde locks carefully coiffed, her slim, shapely form out-lined in a violet sheath that clearly showed there was nothing under it but skin.
"Long time no see," Binnie said, accepting a drink from Bob, whose eyes missed nothing. Bob had just come from the kitchen where he had made several exploratory passes at Betty. She had allowed him to fondle her but had wriggled out of his arms when he slid a finger into her crotch.
"I haven't had a guy for a long time...."
Lila had come in then, petting the little blonde, telling Bob not to come on strong. "Cocks scare her, you know."
He explained that he hadn't pulled his cock out.
When he saw Binnie he wanted to pull it out and stick it in her. He could tell that she knew it, too.
They sat in the living room, sipping drinks, listening to the muted strains of music, and talking. Otis told a number of dirty jokes, hoping to break the ice. Betty only giggled; Florie looked bored; and Binnie and Lila looked at each other and licked their lips.
Then they got up and danced together, kicking off their shoes first.
The way they danced gave Bob a terrible hard on. They were rubbing titties and bellies. Lila had on a bare minimum of clothes; and somehow in the dance her blouse came unfastened in front and her naked tits were rubbing Binnie.
Bob got up and went over to them. "Cuttin' in," he said. He was slightly surprised that they didn't object. Binnie came into his arms immediately, pushing her pussy at him. Her eyes lighted up when she felt his bulge. She worked her pelvic area over it very enthusiastically. They stood together in the dim light of the room, kissing and having themselves a dry fuck.
Apparently that had broken the ice.
When Bob glanced around, he saw that they were alone in the room and that the bedroom door was open. Binnie groped him, capturing the cockbulge, then unzipping his pants.
Bob said, "If you let that thing out of its cage no telling what'll happen."
She giggled in his ear. "Jesus, honey, nothing will happen unless you do."
He picked her up and took her to the couch. When he put her down she pulled him, parting her thighs, scissoring him. He let himself down on her, lying so she couldn't stuff the cock into herself. "Don't you wanna play around first?"
She hissed at him, "I wanna get fucked-don't tease me!"
Bob sighed and moved down, feeling her guide the weenie, push it, massage his hard balls. "Do it!" He began to fuck her.
He said, "I thought you wanted a piece of that blonde dish. Lila."
Binnie giggled. "I never had much girl meat."
"It's very tasty-are you?"
"Hell yeh, you wanna eat me?"
Bob chuckled, "Later. Right now I want some ass."
She slid her satiny legs about him, purring quietly. This was the kind of party she liked.
In the bedroom they were all naked.
Otis had Florie on the bed, his rigid meat up her tender trap, greasing it in and out with a wild and sweet rhythm. Beside them, Lila and the fluffy blonde, Betty, were sixty-nining with a convulsing urgency. There was a smell of cunt in the air.
Screwing Florie, Otis wondered if the little blonde would fuck. Maybe with a little encouragement....
The music continued, but someone switched off the lights; and they went about by sense of feel-which was fun. Lila always squealed when he put his prick into her, Otis knew. She was the second girl he screwed after Florie so the other must have been Binnie. She hadn't said a thing while he pronged her.
He got hold of the little blonde in the dark-she was avidly licking someone between the legs-and she cried out when he thrust his cock where it should go. She twisted away from him. "Oh no, please don't...."
Otis yelled for help. "Hold this fucking cuntlapper so I can plug her...."
Someone rallied to his call. Betty whimpered and begged, but they held her down, opened her legs, and someone-he thought it was Florie-put his pecker into the hole. Betty cried as he fucked her. Lila said, "Be nice to her, she isn't used to it."
But she stopped crying in a few minutes. Otis fed her the cock in easy doses, not ramming her at all, but easing it in and out sensuously and holding her tenderly. She responded, even kissing him in return, then sliding her silky legs about his and sighing deeply.
He whispered, "It doesn't feel bad, does it?"
"No-it feels good." She paused, "I dunno if I can come this way, though."
Lila's voice said, "Darling-?"
Betty giggled. "I'm getting screwed."
"I know you are, darling." Lila snickered, her body close, lips seeking Betty's and finding Otis, kissing both of them. "I am too."
"She is the screwee," Bob said, "I am the screwer." He was curled about her back, pumping his pecker into her from behind.
In the living room, Florie and Binnie were kissing and fondling. It was a new scene for Binnie. She had been sucked off by a strange girl several years before when, coming out of a stupefied daze, at a drunken several day party, she had found herself spread out naked on a bed with the girl eating her warmly and lazily. Binnie had made no fuss at all. It felt delirious. She had been willing to let the girl do it for weeks. The girl had sucked her to an orgasm, then disappeared. She never did find out who the girl had been.
Florie put on a tiny magenta light in the corner; less than a candle's glow, but light enough to see by. Otis could see the tiny smile on Betty's face. He said to her, "There's other things than cunt ... "
Betty giggled, "Yeah, I guess so."
"Aren't you having a good time?"
Betty nodded. She looked around at Lila who was now lying on her back with Bob atop her. Lila said, "Kiss me...." Betty kissed her lingeringly.
Otis said, "It gives me a hard-on to watch two girls kissing like that."
"It gives you one?" Giggling, Betty tightened her legs about him.
Otis held the pecker in deep and jabbed it hard. "I think you really do like to fuck."
"She was married once, weren't you, darling?" Lila asked.
"No," Betty said. "Not married. We were gonna be." She bit her lip. "He was killed in an auto accident."
"You poor kid," Otis said, kissing her fondly.
Lila said, "Let's talk about something happier, for crissake. Like who's gonna come first."
"Let's make Betty come," Otis suggested, fucking her harder.
Lila snickered, "Better start eating her pussy then."
"Ooooo, this's nice," Betty murmured. "I feel real dreamy...." She revolved her ass, clinging to Otis. "I had almost forgotten what it's like," she sighed.
"How good it felt?" Otis whispered. She nodded and slid her hungry mouth to his. Beside them, Lila hissed, "Jeez, you're getting to me, honey."
Bob was humping, driving, surging the meat into her, and Lila was breathing fast. Turning her head, Betty watched them fuck, smiling when Lila caught her eye and grinned briefly.
"Come on, baby, let it go," Bob urged.
"Oooo, Jezus, it's coming. I can feel it coming!"
Otis kissed Betty; his cock was hard and thick, digging into her, impaling her. Betty was breathing fast also, holding him tightly and pushing her ass at him. She was enormously excited, and probably more excited to hear Lila's passion so close to her. They were fucking, Bob and Lila, in a voracious thrashing.
Lila began to croon, moaning in a higher and higher tone. She tossed her head from side to side, kissing Betty now and then almost absently, when their lips met. Bob said, "Come, baby, come-!"
Lila groaned aloud, "Ohhhhhhh, Gawd-I'm coming! I'm coming! Ooooooo...." She bucked desperately, shuddered and her body was jerking and writhing.
Bob gasped, "Oh shit, here I go!"
The cunt smell was heavy about them. Otis pumped his cock into Betty in a steady, provoking rhythm. He felt her stiffen and sigh, holding him even closer. Lila and Bob, both orgasming so near, were making her hips churn. She kissed Otis and he felt her squeeze his cock. "Fuck me hard. Oooo yeah, oh yeah...."
Otis looked into her face, as he screwed her, the little girl face. Her eyes were wide, her mouth was round as though in wonder. When he put his lips close to hers, her tongue came out and licked him. She whispered, "I think I'm gonna come...."
Lila said, "Make her come-" She had uncoupled from Bob and was caressing the little blonde, kissing her cheeks as Otis kissed her mouth. On the other side, Bob, crowded up against the fucking couple, taking Betty's hand from Otis and sliding it into his crotch. Betty's fingers curled around the half hard cock and kneaded it.
They moved as one, all four of them, caressing Betty as Otis fucked her, kissing her, fondling her; Betty sighed then giggled happily, stimulated to be the center of so much attention. Lila's busy fingers were tantalizing the swollen cunt lips as Otis' big cock surged in it and Betty gasped. She gulped, "Oh Jesus! I think-Oh my Gawd-Ooooooo...!"
"Come, baby," Lila urged.
Betty screamed and bucked madly. Bob said, "She's popped!"
"Fuck her, honey," Lila said, slapping Otis' undulating butt. Squirming down, she began sucking hotly on Betty's left tit.
Betty groaned and writhed for long, wild minutes; Otis shot his wad into her, completely kinked out of his mind by her humping cunt and by Lila's inciting fingers on his balls. It was a most delicious slice of ecstasy.
"And not only that," Bob said later, "We fucked the little pussy-eater out of her hang-up."
Which proved to be true. Because only a short time after Otis had fed her beaucoup pecker and rocked her womb with unfamiliar jism, Betty had slid her legs about Bob, making coital motions till her orifice was filled with another wanton weenie.
Florie, meanwhile, had ended up with a crazy mouthful of Binnie; the two girls sixty-nined themselves into a quaking, lust-provoking fantasy sex-trip.
Binnie was a reluctant pussy-licker, holding back at first. But when Florie dived into her crotch and began churning up the convulsing sensations, Binnie let go. She flopped on her back and Florie mounted her, scissoring the languid blonde's head and lowering her gash into Binnie's mouth. The mutual sucking-lapping session drew an orgasm from Binnie that made her gasp and squirm in exquisite paroxysms.
Binnie was startled by the sexuality of the little girl next door. Florie was not the same girl, of course, that she was now-a lovely young lady that made Binnie put the well remembered picture of the gawky kid out of her mind.
They had a midnight snack and a few drinks. Bob poured wine on Binnie's shoulders and chased the red streams down over her titties, licking and gobbling as the rest of them giggled and applauded.
The guests decided to stay all night. Bob shared the couch with Betty; Binnie and Lila curled up together on one side of the only bed while Florie and Otis took the other.
"I'm glad we're together again," Florie told him with a sigh. "It's like beginning all over again."
Otis slid between her legs and rubbed himself on her, kissing her sweetly. His prick had taken a wonderful beating; but her fingers massaged it into life once more, as the excitement of her heated his brain. He had always been able to have a hard on around Florie.
"Listen to those two," Binnie said. "They're like a couple of kids."
"We are," Florie snickered. She guided Otis' long dick.
Lila said, "I wish I had a brother like Otis."
"I'll be your brother," Otis offered.
Florie sighed, feeling the big cock deep inside her. "Not tonight you won't, darling." She revolved her ass, fucking back.
Otis moaned happily, crushing her breasts to him, kissing her. She moved like a sensuous cat and his cock surged.
He whispered, "I remember the first time I humped you."
"Don't waste all that energy remembering," Florie giggled. "Feed it to me, you motherfucker, I'm horny as hell!"
