Half the fun of being up there on stage was watching all of those young girls displaying themselves for him and his band. Half of them were virgins, but that didn't stop them from exposing their tender, budding tits. Or from lifting their skirts in an offering to anyone of the band.
Each of the group would pick out the girl, or the girls that they wanted and look for them outside after the performance. They were sure that they would be waiting. And they always took full advantage of anything the girls had to offer in the way of pleasure.
The leader was always ready to go on all night, and so were the girls that wanted him.
Tons of grass was smoked at one setting driving the all ready worked up girls out of their minds with need for these cocky young men. Sometimes the entire band would join in, sometimes on one chick, sometimes with many until there was not one left to ball. They were sex hungry kids, out for the sweetest ride they could get.
The leader wondered how his friend would feel if he found out that he wanted to ball his sister, but his only response was to let him know if she was worth balling.
This wild generation believes in nothing but sex and drugs and the lure of a decadent life.
CHAPTER ONE
The groovy music permeated the room. The little blonde up front was shaking fast and hard. You could see her boobs shaking under her sweater. Man, she was built! She was a nice size. Her waist tapered into slender legs which showed well under her miniskirt. Her skirt kept flying up and showing her panties.
I was grooving on her. She was bouncing up and down to the music of my group. I had a group-that's right. This was a private club. No one but the group playing and the chicks carrying on. The group was called "Wild Grass." There were five of us. We played way-out music, the most way-out tunes, baby. Man, you know-Beatles, McKuen, like that. Way the hell out there, baby, nice stuff. Groovy!
And now I looked at Ernie's sister, Ernie's little kid sister, Valerie. She was a honey. As she bounced I envisioned myself circling her body with my arms, turning on, the taste of her breasts in my mouth. I tried to ball her once before and she sort of let me. But then she acted a little bored and I got pretty pissed off-but I guess that was my own shortcoming.
I should have stuck it out then, because she had a body worth playing. But now as we rehearsed and the music turned her on, she danced up and down, all like that. And wow! I gotta tell you, every time she turned her back and jumped up and down, her skirt flipped up and I saw her butt. I got turned on. Those big beautiful tits were bouncing around. I couldn't wait for a break!
I wanted to fuck that chick something awful and I told Ernie a number of times. His answer was always the same:
"Listen, man, if you get inside of her pants, let me know how it was."
Well, this was a pretty good opportunity, really, because Ernie's parents were gone for the weekend and we were using their house, the beach house, for our rehearsal. And there was Loretta, Ernie's cousin, who was staying the weekend with Valerie. Of course, tonight there was a whole crew coming out. That's what we were rehearsing for, because we were gonna play for them.
But there were five hours between now and tonight and I was gonna chase Valerie all over that goddamn beach if I had to, to kill myself to get inside that cunt of hers. I knew it would be tight and sweet.
After all, she was only fifteen.
I knew she'd been fucking, I just didn't know how much.
Now we finished what we were playing. The chicks looked bugged as they turned around.
I looked over at my bass player.
"Hey, Dom," I said.
"Yeah, baby?" he answered.
"Why don't you get Loretta. I'll get Valerie and we'll all go for a swim. I think it's time to cool it. What do you think?"
"Yeah, Lee, it's time to cool it."
Both of us started after the girls. They ran like hell. The other three guys just laughed. It was pretty much accepted that Dom made it with Loretta.
Valerie was a free spirit. Anybody who could get close enough to her could ball her, if she let them. I had that in mind right then.
As it turned out, when we got to the porch, Dom chased Loretta one way, and I chased Valerie another. Out in the dunes I tackled her about five minutes from the house and knocked her on her ass. I grabbed her thighs and tried to bite her.
She tried to kick at me with her feet but I pinned her down. I reached for her neck with my lips and began to suck on the warm flesh.
She fought me at first like I knew she would. She pounded on my shoulders and back and tried to pull my long hair, which wasn't very difficult to do since it was Daniel Boone style.
But I kept at her neck, just kept sucking real gentle and steady-like. My hands roved all over her. I felt for her body, man. I knew I was going to turn her on. And I started to talk stuff to her as I blew in her ear and bit her earlobes.
"Hey, baby," I said. "Come on. You got me with a big hard-on. I can't really stick it in the sand."
I caressed her. She smiled a little bit. She was hot now. I passed my hands under her sweater. She moaned a little bit as I touched her bra-clad breasts.
As I squeezed each one of her tits, she moaned a little bit and said, "Please, Lee, I don't dig you that much!"
"Don't dig me, baby. Fuck me!" I said.
She opened her mouth as though she were shocked. And the minute she did that I pressed my lips right inside of hers. I shoved my tongue right into her mouth and I licked her tongue and her gums and the roof of her mouth. And then I stopped the kiss after a minute or two.
I said, "You know, Valerie, for a short, dumpy blonde sister of a friend of mine, you're a pretty good, hot chick."
She went to slap me but I held her arm back and pressed my lips harder against hers now. She was mad, man! Mad! But her legs were apart and I slipped my hands in between them.
I felt the smoothness of her thighs. I rubbed my hands up and down. I moved right up to the black silk panties. I thrust my fingers right into her crack.
She moaned some more and began to bite at my Up as I kissed her. She was responding to the stimulation that I was offering.
Thank god we were away from the music. The music would have broken the spell. All you could hear out there was wind and surf. We were hidden from the house and nobody really knew where the hell we were at.
It was a great moment for me. The only drag was all the clothes she had on, but I'd get them off fast enough. Oh, I knew I'd get them off!
First thing I had to do was get those black pants off. I was wondering if I should try for just a straight fuck or should I strip her naked. We could roll about in the sand for a while and feel real dirty.
I decided to strip her.
Unzipping the back of her sweater was nothing-easy. That fell away to reveal a bra. As I kissed her neck for a few more minutes I was able to get that off.
Now her hard nipples stood in front of me at the ends of those hefty breasts. She might not have been a tall, beautiful, actress-type chick, but she had the prettiest, pair of tits you ever saw-pink, soft nipples inviting you to kiss them, as though they were looking up and saying: Come on, baby, let's go downtown! Put your lips on my mound and fool around.
I was going crazy looking at them. I thought I was completely flipping my mind, but I realized no, it was just my prick that was flipping, not my mind.
As I squeezed the softness of her flesh and kissed her warm and exciting mouth, I began sliding my lips down to those erect nipples and suckled them. Now she began to scratch the back of my neck and pull at me. She tried to really push my face into her tits and I didn't fight it, because I knew it was a groovy scene.
It was really all I wanted, and really all it took to turn me on.
Now I was insane with passion. My prick felt like it was gonna break out of my dungarees. That didn't matter. I just wanted to get that little funny skirt off and those panties and that leotard which was hiding her ass beneath, that soft, giving ass.
I managed to get her skirt off. It was nothing-just a small piece of material. And I pushed" my fingers inside her panties and pushed them down.
Now the leotards would be a little more difficult. I ran my tongue over her stomach and then up around her breasts. When I hit the nipples she gasped for air and said, "Oh, shit, Lee! You've done it. Oh, shit, what are you gonna do to me, darling?"
"I'll tell you, sweetheart, I'm gonna fuck you until your head spins. I'm just gonna stop and then I'm gonna keep going. Every time you come, I'm gonna make you come again. Each consecutive orgasm is gonna be better than the one before it. That's what I'm gonna do to you!"
"Take it easy, Lee. You ain't home yet.
You're trying real hard, but you ain't home yet!"
"I ain't baby, but I will be soon," I said.
Then I began to push the leotards away. I felt my hand against her bare, tanned body. She was tanned all the way down. I asked her about that.
"The truth, Valerie, how do you get that pussy of yours so tan?"
"One simply sunbathes in the nude," she said.
I slipped my fingers in between the blonde moss and began to caress the hot, moist innards of her pussy which just seemed to reach out to grab for my finger.
Man, talk about turned on! This chick really was a groove. She knew how to ball. She knew how to dig it! She was lying back now. The world was at her fingertips. Indeed, the world was at my fingertips. That's where the action was at.
I fingered her slowly, easily, savoring every second of it. I withdrew and inserted my finger. I took my time pressing in and out. I slowly rotated my finger around the clitoris, trying to get her hot. It wasn't hard.
She was like an insane maniac right then. She was ready to fuck the minute I touched her pussy. But no, I didn't want her like that. I didn't want her ready, willing and able. I wanted her anxious-and ready to kill to get to it! And I was working at it.
I drove steadily into her. Now my lips found hers again. Somebody was going crazy. I wasn't sure who the somebody was, but somebody was certainly crazy.
I kissed her mouth again and now I squeezed one of her breasts. But I never took my finger from between her hot cunt lips, those lips between her broad and comfortable thighs which I knew before I was through I would be on top of and popping away.
Now she began to move in some sort of a responsive way. Her hand gradually worked its way down my thigh, over my prick. She pressed her hand along the shaft right through my dungarees. I didn't really need this kind of stimulation but nevertheless I was willing to receive whatever she was willing to give. I always dug a chick who would put out herself, not just let you fuck her, you know-allow you to fuck her. I usually tell the "tolerant" types to go fuck themselves. It's really a waste to get involved with some chick who doesn't really turn on with you.
This chick-she was terrific. She was into my bag with me. My finger was busy down in her crack as she undid my slacks and shoved her hand inside. She reached inside and pulled at my root. She then began to caress my nuts.
Man, if I didn't get inside her soon, I'd blow my nuts all over the place!
She unbuttoned my pants and the short sleeved shirt I had on. In a matter of seconds I was almost as naked as she was. Under my pants I had a bathing suit on. It had some come-stains on it already from my throbbing prick.
She pulled off my bathing suit and my prick popped out. She grabbed my prick and squeezed my balls and then ran her hands up along the insides of my thighs. Man, she had class! Class with a capital C!
Her blonde pussy had class too. At this point it was smashing against my finger as though it were trying to tell me something. It was almost as though she were trying to squeeze my finger with her cunt.
I continued to stimulate her with my finger and I slid my other hand down below her ass. I pressed a finger into her anus. And as I did that, the two fingers felt the pressure of each other as one of them shoved up her ass and the other one shoved up her cunt, with that thin piece of flesh between them.
I moved them in and out. As I did this now, she began to moan and call my name.-
"Oh, Lee, too much! Oh, Lee, please, you're driving me crazy. Lee! I hear the surf pounding Lee! Ah, shit! Fuck me, goddammit! Fuck me!" she cried.
"Baby," I said, "I have every intention of fucking you, but in my own good time."
"I'm ready to put out now!" she cried. "I don't want to wait for anything! I just want to fuck, goddammit! Fuck me!"
I pressed my finger as far up into her cunt as I could and I held it there. I shoved the other finger in and out of her ass once or twice gently and then I pulled it out, reached for her breasts and began to squeeze and tweak them.
Now I kissed her mouth again and began to lick around her neck. As my tongue busied itself with her ear and her neck, she went crazy. She literally almost ripped the skin from my body.
She pushed me on my back and got up on top of me. She reached down herself and placed my prick between the lips of her cunt. She now smashed down her body as hard as she could on top of my cock.
As she lay on top of me and heaved up and back, I knew what a woman felt like when she was being raped. This chick was damn near raping me. She was pounding up and down like she had this tremendous urgency to have an orgasm.
For a while I felt as if she were a man or something, she was so aggressive. Then I realized that she was not really aggressive, she was simply hungry-same as me. She felt a great need to do things quickly. Something which I was very much against. But at this point in time, with my prick buried deep up into her valley, I was hardly about to discuss it.
I let her fuck down on me as best as she could. I placed my hands around the back of her body and squeezed the cheeks of her ass. Her mouth bit at my neck and I was sure I was going to be marked like a mother. That meant I'd have to get the boys to wear turtlenecks for the next week, because hickeys would never do. The reputation for being clean-cut, ail-American rhythm blues type cats would go right down the drain.
She bit me again and I said, "Ouch!" and she laughed.
She was happy now because she was on top of my joy-prod, fucking away, screwing away. I stared at her blonde face-blonde face because it was surrounded by the blonde hair that hung there so beautifully.
Now I grabbed her by the hair and pressed her lips against mine once again.
The orgasm was coming. I could feel it building as though it were the pounding surf. Then all of a sudden together we bit each other's lips, clenched fists and hung on for dear life. I knew my back was a mass of scratches and I knew her ass would be full of black and blue marks from the grip I had on her with my hands.
As the pins and needles of flashing pleasure went through my body I went crazy. I almost screamed myself. I was so delighted with the fuck that I tried to hold the orgasm as long as I could. But those last moments, just before and during the first few blasts of come, I realized that was foolish. I had taken some of the peak action out of it. But I don't want to make it sound like it wasn't good. It was. It was damn good. It wasn't great yet, but I could tell from that orgasm that others to come would be fantastic.
The girl didn't seem to realize this. She was very blase. When we were through with the fuck, she just lay on top of me until my prick got so small that she could hardly keep a grip on it with her cunt.
What a drag, I thought. I wanted to start at it again.
Now I reached for her tits and she began to kiss mine. Her tender lips caressed my nipples with lips and tongue. Man, she was turning me on! She was wasting no time about that.
"What are you doing, baby? You wanna have a young heart attack? Is that what you wanna do?"
"Listen, baby," she said. "I'm gonna light your fire. I'm gonna turn you on. And I'm gonna teach you to start burning logs that are bigger than you!"
"You bitch!" I said, and I pushed her into the sand on her back. I could see her head pressed into the white sand with her body naked, her clothes thrown all around us.
I climbed on top of her now. I placed my prong in between her lips and I shoved it all the way in, right up to the hilt. And I began to rotate my ass in a good screwing motion. I know that my prick was touching every corner of her cunt, every angle and crevice that was there. It was stretched with the twelve inches of prick that I had buried in her body, driving her crazy.
She tried to put her legs straight up in the air, but she couldn't hack it-there was too much dick in her. She tried to straighten like that.
I squeezed her breasts and bit her lower lip. I knew I was gonna drive her out of her fucking mind and that's what I wanted. I wanted her to be in love with me by tonight, and then if she was, I could sit in the band and play my drums and do my thing, knowing that she was digging me, knowing that at the right time, the right scene was happening for me.
I knew I would go to another chick for sure, just to keep her in line. That was the game you played, baby.
Wild Grass was the name of the group and that's what we blew. It was too much.
Now I was fucking around with this beautiful broad that I wanted to fuck now for three months, and there was absolutely no problem, no problem at all. It was easy. I simply had to get her down once. Today I'd offer her the perfect opportunity. Now she was my slave for good. I knew now that every time she would hear the band, she would remember this fuck.
Now I slowly drew back. Inch by inch I pulled my prick out of her cunt until just the tip was left in there.
Then I slammed it home in one fell swoop.
The thrust made her open her mouth as though somebody had burned her. She vibrated each time I did this. And I took my time doing this. I took maybe thirty, forty, maybe fifty seconds to withdraw my prick to a point where I could slam it back in there. Then in a second or two I rammed back all of which that I had withdrawn moments before.
She went crazy. Each time I did this, it was as though she was being ramrodded.
Then finally, on one of those big thrusts, she let out a complete scream as though she was being murdered, and I knew what that was, man-that was the juice, her juice was starting to flow.
She was spewing the joys of come all over my prick. My prick freshly rained on like that, seemed to fuck itself. It would blow its cool. It would get off its hot sperm that she was waiting to receive inside of that moist, dewy valley.
Disappoint her not, I thought. And I whaled on it, man, I mean, I blew my cork!
Come all over her. Inside. What an orgasm. Twice as magnificent as the first.
All through it I mentioned it to her.
"Beautiful, baby, it's beautiful."
"No," she said. "It's ugly, but I love it. It's driving me wild," she said.
"Know this, baby," I said, "that it's only the beginning, because you're going to get balled more and more. However, I'm going to cut your water off and you're gonna want it so bad you're gonna beg me. And I'm gonna laugh at you for the chase you led me. And you'll never get another opportunity to do that again. Never again will you have an opportunity to do what you just did. For a month and a half you've driven me crazy, but now I'm where I wanted to be."
And another thrust was the end of the fuck.
I was finished.
And I was tired. But my appetite was wet. I wasn't spent. I was beginning to feel pleasures. But I wanted to save all the real sensuousness for later in the evening when I had an opportunity to use it on somebody else. She was like the vise that held the wood, but now I needed a saw to cut it with. And I would. I knew I would. But she was sure in her mind that tonight when she appeared that she'd be the one I'd watch.
Unfortunately for her, I already knew the results of tonight. She'd be doing the watching. I'd be spending each intermission with a different bird.
And I knew I was gonna do it. And there was no question about it. Only the answer. I already knew.
We got dressed and talked to each other, and said the things people say after they fucked for the first time. I felt the intimacy you usually feel.
"How did you like it?" I asked.
"It was beautiful, Lee, it really was. I didn't expect that it could be that good between the two of us."
"Val," I said, "it wasn't good,, it was great. But we've got to hold off now, for a while and wait to do it some other time, because the beauty of it was the chase. Six or seven weeks.
You tortured me and made me wait for you. That's what made it beautiful. And this is what we have to do. We have to abstain from each other, to build desire."
"You're crazy, Lee," she said. "We have to take pleasure when we can, as much as we can and that's the principle by which I live."
"That may be the principle by which you live, darling," I said, "but not me. The beauty of Wild Grass is that we never sit still. We're always moving. And if I touch you again in a week, ten days, I'll be sitting still. Am I coming through to you?"
"You're bugging me, man," she said as she pulled her leotards on.
I admit that even right then, right then, her body turned me on. I wanted to push her down and fuck her again, maybe in the ass. Maybe between her breasts, maybe in her cunt or her mouth.
But I resisted the urge because I knew that there would be a time where it would be better for us.
She looked disgusted as I zipped my fly up and drew my shirt over my shoulder.
"Are you ready, big shot?" she said.
"No, don't call me big shot. Lay it on me the way it is. Lee, the drummer. Call me 'Bang-bang'! "
"You're crazy, Lee," she said.
"If you think I'm gonna mourn for you, bitch, you're out of your mind. I'll find me a new chick."
"If you're occupied, I can move on. You push me, you'll see. You can be out, boy."
"We'll see who's out."
CHAPTER TWO
About nine-thirty that night we were swinging at this party that had been set up by my dear friend Ernie.
There were about fifty people there. The noise was beautiful and the noise was being made by me and my group.
Everybody was screaming and carrying on. We were really sending them.
I was up there flying. It was as if the music was making itself.
Every time I saw Valerie, her back was to me. She was making her point. But that was all right. That was the scene I wanted. It was cool. I was looking for other chicks. I was looking to catch their eyes-eyes that held magnetism, magnetism that would turn me on. I needed somebody.
As my eyes panned the room, I ran across black hair and blue eyes. I didn't quite catch it the first time by, because, like I said, I was slow coming on. But on the second pass, her eyes caught mine.
She was way back in the crowd-ten or fifteen people back. People were moving to the music we were making. No question-we had them hypnotized. But this chick-her eyes were on me, I could tell. A guy can feel those daggers almost like they were going through your guts.
We had five minutes to break time. I could sense that too. She was dancing with a tall stud, white pants, white tee shirt, black boots-big guy. But not bigger than me. Tougher looking maybe, but that didn't look her bag. She looked soft, gentle and cloud-like-almost Aquarian.
I wondered what the hell her name was. I motioned to Rico, who always knew everybody in every crowd. Rico played lead guitar for us, a good wild man. He moved closer to me.
"We're on tonight, man," he said. "We're going all the way, baby."
"I know man. This tune is a trip. Listen, the chick in the pink, the pink top...."
"Yeah, she's fine, baby, fine," Rico said.
"Yeah, I know, man, I dig she's fine," I said.
"But-uh-I don't wanna leave it at that."
"Yeah, yeah," he said. "You want her?"
"Well, I'm not singing to the music, ain't I?"
Rico chuckled. He was my man. He turned his back to the audience and went into a wild guitar solo. But they couldn't see him and it pissed them off.
He kept his back to them. He put on a big tease. He got some wild sounds out of those strings and the audience could see the whole band except the guy who was making those weird sounds.
He knelt down in front of the drums and whispered over the snare at me:
"Karen, man, Karen. Fifteen and one-half years old. Beautiful chick. No parents either. She's out of the beach here, man, local stuff. We'll try and get rid of her buddy-boy."
As I whaled on the drum, I kept my rhythms going.
"Who do you mean, "Buddy"? Someone I ought to be afraid of?" I asked.
"No, man," Rico replied, and he whaled even harder and louder now. "It's not a question of fear. He's been around. She digs him. No turning on for this kid. Surfer. Straight. Big time. Going to the comps. Good cat. Boss cat, you know? Not gonna go down that easy."
"I don't wanna put him down, man. I don't wanna spend the rest of my life with that chick. I just wanna ... trip with her, you know man? I wanna ... heh, heh, heh!"
"I gotcha, Lee," he said. "I gotcha, but you're pickin' the wrong material. The room is full of them. What are you pickin' that for?"
"Look at her face, man, then ask me that question again, if you can. If not, shut up and play your guitar."
Rico laughed again and moved away from me.
Now he went into something crazy, man. He was talking. His guitar was talking just like Johnny Cash, man. I heard "Walk the Line" come out of that guitar.
I slammed into my drums, man, I mean whaled! I didn't need any more sticks for a while. I was six inches off my drum stool. My sticks were dancing over the skins and I was tripping.
Now the chick moved her date closer to the drums. I waited. I could feel her coming closer. I knew there would be a point where I'd look up. And there she'd be-inches from me! Really it would be feet, but, to me in my state-inches!
And then I'd say something cool and she'd love it.
That's the way I envisioned it. But like most of the time, I was wrong. But when I looked up I wasn't wrong. She was now first in the crowd. She had danced her way up front. Her eyes were on me as I looked up.
I looked up only so she could see me. Anybody else would have to bend down and get underneath so they could get at me, but not her. She could see my eyes and I winked at her. Her eyes gave just a hint of recognition and just a hint of a smile-enough to make me know that she was feeling a lot of the same stuff that I was.
And then, crashing through "Walk the Line," the break came.
As we left the stage, people grabbed all the guys, pulling them over to tables to just, smoke, drink and talk. Nobody grabbed me. I headed for the bar.
Voices around me talked. Hands reached out, but nobody touched me, man. I was nine feet tall! Three of those feet were off the ground under my feet!
I hit the bar and I looked it over. The size of that room in that house, man, it looked like a casino. Pudo, the bartender, looked at me and said, "No juice for you, baby. You're up already!"
"You're right, Pudo. Grape juice for me-on the rocks. And hold these, will you?" I handed Pudo my sticks.
"I gotcha, Lee. You're on tonight, man. You sound like you could play with everybody."
I turned to him once more before I walked off with my grape juice, and said, "How about Brubeck."
"Man, even Brubeck," he said.
Brubeck! I thought to myself. Square old jazz-where it was really at. Ah! I'll stick to my stuff. It turns me on. Brubeck doesn't
I headed back into the room. I looked to the right and to the left. Everywhere I looked. And when I got to the front table on my left, there she was. And buddy-boy wasn't anywhere to be seen. He must have been hitting the John, I thought.
What a chance, I thought. Might be a prime time to say hello to Karen.
I walked over to the table. I looked down at her and said, "Don't you think ... uh ... it's time we met?"
She looked up at me with those blue eyes and said, "Umm, I'm not sure about that. Is there any specific reason why we SHOULD be meeting?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said. "There is. You're beautiful and I'm groovin' tonight. I think we ought to get together. That's all."
"I don't think my boyfriend would approve," she said.
"You know, you sound like you're back in . the Dark Ages," I remarked. "Why don't we just meet later and talk. We don't have to get involved. I just thought there was something going between us."
"The only thing going between us," she said, "is your conceit. Your pompousness. And you're taking for granted that because a girl--likes to watch musicians that she has some kind of feeling for them."
Just at that moment, Buddy-boy arrived.
"What's the trouble, Karen?" he asked.
"No trouble," she said. "My friend just came over to say hello to us."
"Oh, you know this guy," he said.
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact I do," she said. "Lee, this is Buddy."
"Hi, Buddy," I said. "How's it going?"
"Good, man," he replied. "Why don't you sit down and imbibe with us?"
"Well, I sort of have my grape juice," I said. "You go ahead and imbibe and ... heh, heh ... I'll fly my own way. It'll be fun to talk to you though."
I sat down. I was uncomfortable. This was not what I was after. I was damned if I wanted to sit and talk to Buddy Muscles here.
But nevertheless, I didn't have much choice, so I spent my time with him and with Karen.
Staring into her eyes, I knew I was right. She wanted something from me, man. If it wasn't sex, if it wasn't a relationship, I don't know what the hell it was. But it sure as hell was something. What?
Was she a put-on? A tease? No answer. Time to play again.
"I gotta go," I said after a few minutes. "It was a lotta fun meeting you, Buddy. Karen, take care of yourself." I blew her a wet kiss. "See you again sometime."
"Yeah, Lee, sometime," she said.
I turned my back and walked. He fell for it. Sucker boy thought she must have met the guy before. But she knew better and she knew something else too. She knew I was hungry for her. And that would turn her on and eat her up.
Something had to get her going for me.
I went back and took the mike. I sang one or two things that I knew would eat her up alive. But as much as it did or didn't, she never let on. She danced with the boy and before the next set was up, she left. I talked to Rico.
I asked him what kind of relationship was going there. He just looked at me and said, "It's deep, man. You're gettin' in over your head. And knowing you, you're gonna wind up rumbling with that cat over nothing!"
"Rumble, man? What are you kidding? I'm the most peace-loving cat in the world!"
"You start with that chick, man, there's gonna be a piece of you on the floor."
"Wow, you're up tight, aren't you?"
During the next break I sat at a table alone in the corner. A lot of chicks came over, and a lot of guys, but I was still flying. I waved them away like I was the king. After all, I was the drummer and the leader of the Wild Grass, you know. You can afford to do this kind of thing.
But I needed action. I was going to lose my bird if I didn't get some kind of action.
Then all of a sudden I looked up and, through the fresh grape juice I was drinking, there was that face.
"Buddy left," she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"I asked him to leave me here. I told him I had to go exploring. It's my nature sometimes ... to explore...."
"What do you mean 'explore'? " I asked.
"Well, I think you know. You started me.
You got me going. He may kill you sometime, but he won't do it tonight. When he knows about it. I need something with you tonight. Something that you have for me tonight."
"Well, I like that kind of talk," I said. "I'll talk to your Buddy later. Why don't you sit? Have a drink."
"Thanks," she said. "I can stop now, baby. My trip is over from before. Now I'm gonna let you make me trip."
As the party drew to an end, I knew it was time for me to get Karen out of there.
I went to the table where she was sitting and said, "Let's go for a walk. Away from all these people."
She looked up at me with her blue eyes. She was beautiful. Her lips were full and her body seemed to glow with sex.
"Okay," she said, and as though hypnotized, she got up and the two of us walked. On the way out, I winked at Pudo. He tossed me a bottle of nice wine.
We walked down to the beach. We walked for a good five or ten minutes. We were out of range of hearing the house. Houses make noise, you know. Especially with people in them.
But now it was just the moon, the sky ... and Karen. The sand glowed in the moonlight. We were intoxicated with what we had been drinking and each other-what was about to happen. All these things turned us on.
We stopped in a small clearing some distance from the house.
I looked at Karen and said, "You know, you're one of the prettiest things I've ever seen in my life. And I can't resist putting my hands on you."
"Don't," she said. "If I wanted you to I never would have come out here with you."
"I was hoping you felt that way," I said.
She smiled slightly, in spite of herself.
Now our arms encircled each others' bodies. I slid my hands up and down the back part of hers. I felt the firmness of her butt, the smallness of her waist and the softness of her two beautiful breasts.
She pressed tightly against my chest.
I slid my hands up and held her body close as we kissed. I felt her breasts carefully as our lips melted together. Now as we parted for the first time, I said, "I think you can get rid of that big ape. You can find lots of better things to do than hang around with him."
"Please," she said. "I happen to like him. And maybe well see each other again, so, why don't we enjoy tonight."
Now I began to strip her. I opened her clothes with the excitement of a little boy ready to look at new toys.
In a sense, I suppose that's the way I considered this whole thing. She reached for my body with the same hunger as I felt for hers.
We kept kissing each other and squeezing each other and stripping each other until after five minutes both of us were naked.
I got down on my knees right there in front of that magnificent Venus-like body and I kissed the front of her thighs. I reached up behind her and placed each of my hands on one of her buttocks. I squeezed her. I buried my face in the black moss that was in front of me. I kissed her-all around her box. And I licked her thighs.
I placed my fingers between the cheeks of her ass and began to squeeze her body tight and hard as I could. It was so flammable-so soft, so warm, and the sandy beach and the night air.
Now I spread her legs a little bit. She just stood there with her hands on top of my head caressing my hair, calling my name softly.
"Oh, Lee, you're gonna make me to the beat and the rhythm of your drums. You're gonna build me up just like your drums build you up. You're gonna make me feel so groovy!"
Now I kissed her again on the box. With her legs spread, I was able to insert my tongue-the tip of it-in her crack and I began to lick away.
I tasted the succulence of her joy juice, the beauty of her body, the magnificence and the softness I had never known before. This girl really had it. She had a gorgeous build and her cunt tasted so good to me, I figured there must be something wrong with my head. All of a sudden pussy began to taste so fantastic!
I never moved her from my position. I just kept licking at her cunt running my hands up and down the back of her body. The more I did that, the more she moaned and called my name.
"Lee, darling! Oh, Lee, oh, I love you!" she said.
Now she was scratching my hair, and pulling it madly. She was going absolutely insane. Her body was quivering but she was still a while to go yet, because I know I had control over that.
I was very good at this sort of thing. The tongue job was one of my favorite things. I like to eat cunt-always liked it since I was thirteen years old. But I never ran across one that tasted this sweet and this good.
And she knew I was digging it-she knew I wasn't doing it out of humble servitude. I just wanted to lick the inside of her whole body if I could.
Now I spread her legs wider yet and shoved my tongue all the way up into her cunt. She began to press down on it with her muscles inside. I knew she was enjoying it because I could hear her moaning and feel her trembling.
I reached over my head and squeezed her breasts and then I ran my hands up the back part of her body and squeezed her behind again.
Finally she began to quiver and shake and her orgasm was on the way!
As her first burst of cream shot into my mouth, I sucked harder and harder. I licked as fast as I could. I squeezed her ass so tight that I thought she would be sitting on my face at any moment.
I kept my tongue in there until the last moment. And I tell you it was sweet-all the way. It was the nectar of beauty, the nectar of cunt. But one of the prettiest, sweetest cunts I'd ever come across in my life.
She leaned back and almost fell down after this happened. I didn't know what to do. I just remembered the beauty of her twat.
I stood up and encircled her small waist with my hands and pressed my lips against hers. I told her that she was magnificent.
"I think I'll call you 'Beauty and the box."
She laughed as I said that. And then, slowly, she began to kiss me again. She kissed my neck, my face, my eyes.
She said to me, "You just stand here, darling. Don't move."
And she began to kiss the nipples of my breasts. She kissed me as though she were about to go to work on me in some shape, manner or form. Now her tongue gently ran over my chest and stomach as she bent slowly to the ground. Finally she was on her knees kissing the front of my thighs and my knees.
She ran her hand up between my legs and gently caressed my pulsating balls. Then her fingers ran up the back of my ass and one of them screwed its way into my anus.
This made my hard-on stand as tall as a kid-not that it wasn't standing tall before when I was licking her box, but now it was really throbbing.
She took my prick in her other hand and began to kiss the tip of it.
"It's beautiful, Lee," she said, "it's beautiful."
I reached down and caressed the long, black hair. I tried to reach for her tits but they were out of reach. All I could do was hold onto her head gently. I caressed her hair softly while she began to suck my prick.
She sucked slowly at first and only the tip, but now she was starting to move onto better things. She was licking my entire shaft, all over. And then she transferred her tongue underneath my balls and began to lick them.
Man, turned on-yes! I was turned on. I was getting tuned in and I knew in a very short time, I would drop out. Because the way her mouth and lips moved over my prick it was like a little imp dancing lightly. She really had the punch.
Her hand occasionally would travel over my chest and down my ass and goose me gently. That had nothing to do with it though. It was all really right there in her mouth as she sucked gently at my root.
Now she was taking as much in as she could. A good five or six inches of my prick was in her mouth. There was still some more to go. At some point, I knew that whether she liked it or not, I was going to grab the back of her head and thrust my prick into her throat as far as I could.
But that was for the future. Yet to come. Something that would have to wait until I lost control to do. And I was most anxious to lose control. Because the more she sucked, the crazier I became. My knees were shaking, I was so excited. She really was doing a beautiful job.
At one point, she took my prick from her mouth and looked at it glistening in the moonlight with her own saliva. She looked up at me and said, "Lee, it's a marvelous shaft. It's beautiful!"
"Well, sweetie, I hope you think so, because pretty soon I'm gonna place it inside your body."
"Oh, in a little while," she said. "It's gonna be so good. I hope you give it to me as hard as you can. I love to be fucked hard by a good-sized male prick-one with all the magnificence that this has! It's truly beautiful."
And as she slapped her lips back on the tip of it, she sucked gently and kept caressing and rubbing lightly on my nuts.
Now she took about six or seven inches of it and eased it slowly back an inch at a time. She looked up at me but I wasn't paying attention. My eyes were closed. Both my hands were behind her head caressing her black hair.
The two of us were moving together as I felt the excitement closing in on me-the real, hot excitement.
How? I thought to myself. How the devil will I come into this beautiful nymph's mouth and let my sperm go down her throat? But I suppose that's what she was looking for because the way she sucked, there was no other answer that I could give.
Her fingers were digging into my ass now, especially one, which was going so far up my ass-hole I thought she'd drive me crazy-she had long fingers to begin with.
Now she began to suck hard at my root. She really put pressure on it. Then I felt it begin.
My cock was so hot. so throbbing, that I knew I was ready to come. Now I held the back her head firmly and I shoved my prick deep into her throat.
When I did, she gasped in pain and moaned, but she didn't back up. I'm not sure she could have. All I know was that she was still up and still active. And she wasn't mad.
So I kept it up. I pounded away at the back of her throat. I fucked in there as hard as I could. All I wanted to do was come! Right there in her mouth, as best I could. That's the answer I was looking for, a good strong fuck.
Nothing like it, I thought to myself as the first blast of cream hit her mouth and she sucked harder. At first she had the taste of something she liked and sucked away. I tell you she sucked every drop from my body. And when she was through, she licked every bit, every inch as I lay down alongside of her and put my arms around her.
The two of us lay down on the ground after that orgasm. Her lips dripped my sperm. I kissed her mouth and told her how beautiful she was. She answered me by grabbing my prick again and priming it up again.
What a beautiful animal she was! What a session we had. Tonight, I'd never forget. Particularly since the results of that night would be so devastating in terms of things to happen.
But Karen was beautiful. She had everything I knew she would have-beauty, sex, brains, and I thought I was falling for her.
CHAPTER THREE
A couple of weeks later the band and I were playing some place, some divy joint, man. We were hard up. Wild Grass was playing for some soldiers and sailors near the waterfront.
We took a break and went for a walk down by the docks, Ernie, Dom and myself. We were sitting out there talking, smoking, when some guy came walking over to us. He looked familiar but we couldn't really place him.
"Lee, baby," he said to me.
"What's happening, man?" I said.
"What's happening is, you pressed your luck, man."
"Hey, what are you talking about, man?" I said.
"I'm talkin' about Karen," the big guy said.
"Karen?" I said.
"Yeah. She's a fine girl."
"Yeah. Very nice."
"Glad you like her," he said. "I don't know if you remember me or not, baby. But my name is Buddy. I have something to say to you, man. You had your turn. You try again and you don't walk no more."
Ernie got up tight. Ernie was big and he was strong and I knew he was mad.
"Take him on, Lee," he said.
"No, man," I said. "I fight my own. I'm gonna tell you man," I said to him, "I'm not gonna fight you. She digs you. I got no quarrel with you. I sat there. You walked out with her. She came back of her own accord. She told me it was all right with you. She said it was that way sometimes. I've known chicks like that, man. I dig chicks like that. I don't know why you're up tight."
"I'm up tight," he said, "because I don't want you to try to come back for seconds.
That's all I'm saying, man. That's all I'm saying."
"I got your message, baby. And-uh-I'll remember it."
"But what are you gonna do about it, man. Are you gonna try again?" he said. "Or what? Are you just tellin' me you'll think about it?"
"I'm not tellin' you nothin' man," I said. "Just, I got your message. And if there are any further problems, don't bug me. Not that I'm gonna hit ort you or anything, but don't bug me."
"I'm not bugging you, man," he said. "I don't wanna do that to you, now, baby."
"Look, man," I said. "You're lookin' for trouble. And I'm not it. I'm not lookin' for no trouble, no nothing. I just told you I heard you, that's all. Now you do what you want. But stop flappin' your gums to me."
I stood there and stared hard at him, as hard as I could. I didn't want to fight with him, because I knew he'd kill me. And then he would certainly get killed because my friends were here, not his.
Oh, yeah, there were a couple of cats with him, but it would take Ernie five minutes to dispose of them.
He thought about it. He held his finger up at me as if to warn me, and then Big Buddy turned around and walked. Then his two cronies walked behind him.
"What was that all about?" Ernie said.
"Remember that fine chick the other night, man? She was nice too."
"Did you get to her?" he said.
"Didn't I?" I said.
"How was she?"
"Good."
"Worth another fuck?" he said. "Maybe," I said.
"What are you gonna do about it?" he asked.
"I'll make my mind up later, man," I said.
"Okay, Lee, it's you show-ahh, but can we get back inside now? There's a chick there I want to talk to."
"I know who you're talking about," I said.
"Who's that, baby?" he said.
"There's that fine, tan girl that we all had our eyes on. But you got a chick, so you can't mess with her. But I can."
"Now, wait a minute. Who made those rules, Lee, baby? I'm-I'm just as game as you are," Ernie said.
"We'll find out when we get inside," I said.
We walked in laughing. We started playing our set. But none of us could take our eyes off this chick.
"Hey, Ernie," I said. "If I ask her name, will you tell me?"
"I'll have to ask her," he said. "I just have to admit I don't know her name."
"Well, suppose I ask her myself, this time."
"Okay, baby, I'm not gonna stand in your way. She's been digging you the whole night anyhow."
"I know man. I thank you for the compliment," I said as I left the stage.
The band kept going without me. They had a habit of being able to dub in drum sounds with guitars. Great bongo sounds. Man, I tell you, Rico was the greatest.
The chick was sitting at a table smiling right at the stage. When I got off it, she didn't take her eyes away from the stage. So it looked as though she was not at all interested in me, like there was somebody up there that was turning her on or something.
I was a little nervous as I approached the table because I figured that she might just tell me to crawl off, sonny. Well, what was the big deal?
"Excuse me, ma'am," I said as I came up to the table. "But-uh-I was-uh-wondering if you'd-uh-like to do ... uh, something on the dance floor with me?"
"I'll buy it. What do you have in mind?"
"Dancing?"
"Okay."
The Wild Grass was whaling, and I was a little high. I'd smoked a stick or two.
We got out on the middle of the dance floor and did our thing. She could move, man. She was beautiful. Really great shakes.
The two of us worked together and the boys kept playing and playing and they acted as if I wasn't even there. It was the second song of the second set that made me get a little nervous. I was afraid somebody would think I wasn't necessary.
"Listen," I said as we shoved together. "Umm, I gotta play. Can I come back and buy you a drink maybe in the middle?"
"I'd love it", she said. "What's your name?"
"Haha, you can call me Lee. What's yours?"
"You can call me Lee, too. My name's Lita," she said.
"Lita. It's so pretty. It's so pretty."
"Listen, Lee, before you go back," she said, "it's not the greatest thing in the world to be with a black girl if you're white around here."
"Umm, Lita, there's one thing I want to tell you, I don't really care what the great thing is," I said.
"I dig it," she said. "See you when you're through."
"Beautiful," I said.
Now I went to the stage with new inspiration. Impress this girl. That's all I wanted to do. Pretty Lita.
Each song we whaled on after that was like my message to her. I bashed the rhythms. I kept them consistent and sexy. I looked at her. Occasionally she glanced and smiled at me, but she showed less than a casual interest in me.
I noticed guys coming up to her and dancing with her and close toward the end of the set when I was about to tell the guys to get ready for the last tune, I noticed that she was dancing with a huge cat. And now I was getting bugged. Yes, sir, now I was getting bugged because it turned out that it was my competition from a week and a half ago. Big Buddy was dancing with my Lita.
That pissed me off. I'd begun to feel some of the jealousy that he had.
At the end of the set, he returned her to the chair. He stood over her talking to her. As he did, I just sat there with my sticks digging the scene. I wondered if he realized that there was an exchange between her and myself.
But I guess not. I don't think he was around, or at least I didn't notice him then. It seemed funny that we'd be attracted to the same girls. And he'd just got through proclaiming his love for Karen. And now he was back trying to make it with Lita.
Man, I was bugged. So I stepped down from the stage and leaned against the wall, waiting for him to finish his pitch, figuring she'd send him away.
But I was wrong.
He sat down at the table. Well, I guess I had to move in. I couldn't wait for him to get through. I couldn't be at his beck and call.
So I strode toward the table I stopped as I approached it. He looked up at me before she did and said, "Hey, Lee, man, how's it goin' baby?"
"Good, Buddy, how are you?"
"Good, man. You-uh-wanna ask me something?"
"No," I replied. "I have nothing to ask you. I just wanted to ask the lady something."
"Do you know the lady?" he said.
"Well, we had a brief encounter," I replied.
He nodded his head at me. I turned to Lita. Her eyes were sleazy and groovy looking. She was blowing Wild Grass, man, no question.
"Lita," I said.
"Yeah?" she replied.
"Uh ... I thought you said I could-uh-buy you a drink."
"Well, you can," she said. "Sit down. I'd be delighted."
"When a guy offers to buy a chick a drink, baby, he doesn't figure on sitting with another cat with the chick. He sort of figures to be alone with the chick."
"Well," she said, "I can't throw Buddy out from the table, now, can I?"
"No, I don't think you should throw him out from the table ... I sort of thought you might have held off on Buddy until I had the drink and went back...."
"You thought wrong," Buddy said from across the table.
I turned around to him and gave him my most vicious expression and said, "You know something, man? What's the value to it? You rank, man. I thought wrong." I stood up. I looked down at Lita. I could see the remorse in her eyes immediately. She was using Buddy to tease me.
It just so happened that she picked the wrong man.
I turned to her and said, "Later, baby. Some other time, some other place. Not this time, or this place."
"Poetic son of a bitch, isn't he?" Buddy said as I walked away from the table.
I turned around to him, changed my mind, and then kept walking. Jack is not a Giant-killer, I thought to myself.
I got to the stage and sat down. I began to whale myself. I blasted on drums, man, I mean blasted! Everybody looked up because they expected peace and quiet for ten minutes. The rest of the guys were standing around the bar.
But as I started my solo, I knew they'd come out. Because this beat turned people on. It was a nice Afro-Cuban sing-song rhythm. BOOM-sss. BOOM-sss. And that was it. Beautiful. Everybody in their places began turning around.
Lita was moving from the table. I knew she was pissed off. Now it was going to happen. The coup de grace, as they said on the continent.
In walked Karen. She headed straight for the stage. She sat down at an empty table right in front of me. Ten feet from where Buddy was sitting with Lita. I saw Buddy squirming. Now I really began to whale.
Karen pumped her hands in rhythm with my beats. I looked up for a second and my eyes flicked over to where Buddy was sitting.
She turned that way, saw it, and then she turned back and shrugged her shoulders at me, but I pretended not to see.
I kept going. It was a great game. I could almost feel those magnificent breasts again. The white flesh that I saw on the beach would be mine someplace, in a room away from everybody, hidden somewhere away from the world. Just me and that juicy cunt. That beautiful black hair and those blue eyes. All the way down to the wharf she'd come to see the band. She'd had no idea that Buddy was here.
And Buddy was bugged. Buddy had Lita. Wasn't a bad consolation. In my mind I wondered whether he would give her up and head for Karen. But I knew now that Karen had recognized me as a nice guy. She had shown up here to see me. He'd be pissed off.
And he'd be looking to settle in another way. I thought he would go with Lita.
My next break came. I finished a solo. As I got down from the stage, I looked to my right and I noticed.
I noticed that Buddy and Lita were just getting up from the table. I walked straight to Karen.
"Beautiful, you're better than ever."
"Thank you," she said. "I don't want to bug you...."
"You're not bugging me."
"You're sure."
"I'm sure."
I asked her a question. I asked her what kind of freaky scene was going on between her and the cat.
"Well," she said, "I need somebody like him sometimes. And he's always there. You'll get tired of me."
She put her hand on my lap.
"Well-uh-why don't you give me the chance to get tired of you? Especially since he threatened my life and I dig that. I like cats who threaten me," I said. "They turn me on."
"They really do, don't they?" she said.
We got up and went into my car.
She shoved her hand into my crotch as we drove along and began to play with my prick. I knew the chick was hot but I didn't know she was that hot.
I got a big hard-on as we drove. She lightly ran her fingers up and down my prick and occasionally gave my balls a squeeze. It was really nice.
She leaned on my shoulder. I squeezed her breast with my hand as I let it lie on top of her blouse.
She was so beautiful, man, I can't tell you what it felt like to drive along with a chick this groovy. I mean ... uh ... we had lots of chicks. All bands do. But-uh-this chick was something special. She was not only outstandingly beautiful, but she was sexy, groovy, you know?
Now my prick began to throb from the hot excitement that she gave to it with her hands. All of a sudden I felt like I was gonna come.
"I'm gonna shoot all over the place," I said.
With that, she bent her head down on my lap and sucked. She sucked every drop as each new wave of pleasure tremored through my body. I vibrated right on my feet as I drove along. It's not easy to drive and have an orgasm in some beautiful woman's mouth. Try it sometime. It makes life fairly difficult. Very difficult. But nice.
At one point when I stopped for a light, something happened. It was late at night. There were some cars going by. They were parked right by the light with us, waiting for it to change. I felt sure somebody would see what was going on. But if they did, I didn't know it. I couldn't keep a straight face.
You know, things happen to you when you come. And you just don't look normal.
At any rate, she sucked every drop, right there at the corner. And when she was through we were almost home.
She zipped my fly up, kissed my neck and said, "Lee, you taste so good to me. What are you gonna do to me when you get me home?"
"Well be home in about three minutes," I said. "One thing I can tell you I'm gonna do for sure."
"What's that?" she said.
"I'm screw you in your ass, baby."
"Do it," she said. "How come?"
"Your ass turns me on. As a matter-of-fact that's really the first thing I saw of you. I saw you from the back and I dug you. At that party that night."
"Really?" she said. "Was it really my ass you fell in love with?"
"I didn't say I fell in love, but your ass definitely caught my eye. And I wondered what it would be like to slap my dong between those cheeks and really give you a good fuck."
"Oh, I can feel the pleasure of it now," she said. "Pardon me if I squirm on the seat."
She gave me a fast bite on the neck as I parked the car.
We went up to my pad. It was the first time she'd ever seen it.
"Lee, it's nice. I really like it. Are you going traveling soon?"
"Yup. Come here, baby," I said.
I put my arms around her waist and began to strip her clothes off right in the living room. She did the same for me, unbuttoning each button with a sensuality that drove me crazy. I ran my hands up and down each part of her body. It was fantastic. First her magnificent breasts. They were so beautifully shaped. Each contour, part of her pendulous, sweet pink nipple pushing back into her magnificent white globe. Firm and yet so silky soft.
As I ran my hands over it, she quivered as though she were a young rabbit being caressed by a mother. It was something! She had the softest body that I'd ever touched.
"Of all the things about you, besides the cheeks of your ass, your eyes drive me crazy."
"Oh, I love it when you talk to me like that, Lee," she said. "But let's not do too much talking. I want you to screw me in the ass like you said you would."
"Okay, honey," I said. "But push your panties down and get down to the floor."
We kissed each other and held each other there, naked body against naked body. We clung to each other. We were warm and ripe for each other. It was beautiful. We were so turned on. My dong was standing stiff, right up against her body.
I caressed her thighs, the white cheeks of her ass, the warmth of her thighs. My fingertips just glided over the hot softness of her body. Each time I touched a different spot she went crazy. She was sucking on the flesh of my neck.
"Come on, Lee, I want it NOW! NOW!"
"All right, sweetie, you'll get it now!"
I led her over to the couch. I pushed her over the arm of the couch. I bent her down. I told her to lie her head on the seat of the couch. And her legs left the floor.
Now her ass was exposed to me in all its beauty. I separated the cheeks with my fingers and I pulled the beginning of her bumhole with my index finger.
She squirmed a little bit and looked back and said, "Ohh, it's gonna feel so good, Lee. I know it. It's gonna feel so good."
"You're so right, Karen-for both of us."
And I placed my prick between the beginning of her entrance holes. I chose the rear end because that's where she expected me. I pushed against her for a couple of minutes. I drove my hard-on in. It was standing at attention, yearning to get inside. But progress was slow and almost nonexistent. Because her ass was so tight.
"Have you ever been fucked there before?" I said.
"No," she said. "Your getting sort of a cherry ass."
"Well, Karen, then I'm gonna need help. I can't just go banging in there. I'll kill you. I gotta have some lubricant."
"Do you have anything in the house?" she said.
"Yeah. You wanna stay in this position for a minute or so and I'll be back. I'm gonna fill your ass with cock."
"Oh, stop it," she said. "I can't listen any more. Hurry up."
I went to the John and got a tube of vaseline. I came back. I stood there and squeezed the tube onto my finger. I rubbed one finger with vaseline and shoved it up her ass. The minute it went past the tight ring, she went crazy.
"Ohh! holy shit, that's almost enough in itself. You're driving me wild!" she said.
I put a little bit on my prick. Then I put some more up her ass. As I rubbed my finger around her ass-hole greasing it up good, she went crazy. She moaned and groaned and squirmed, her ass pointing right up at me now, waiting for my greasy cock to enter in and swell the insides of her body. Then I placed my poker at the beginning of her entrance. I slowly slid it in there. There was no more problem. Just getting past the tight sphincter. That was a little tricky.
But she was too much. It went in right away. She didn't complain. She didn't wince. She just seemed to take it. And as each inch went inside, I smiled at her and said, "Karen, Karen...."
"Ah, give it to me, baby, give it to me," she cried. "Fill my ass with your cock. Your beautiful cock!"
And now I shoved my prick in to the hilt, up into her body. Oh, she had beautiful cheeks. They came away three or four inches from her ass. And there was plenty of room there. My prick could be squeezed and heated by it.
But no, I shoved it all the way in, all the way up. And I moved up and back very slowly. And I felt a flush of pleasure right up her anus, pushing on my cock.
I couldn't help it. I wanted to deposit everything in my body inside of her ass, it was so tight and hot. And now, well greased, too. I put one of my fingers inside of her cunt. I gently caressed it from side to side in a very gentle, consistent, rhythmic way. As I did this, she went berserk. She rose up from the arm of the chair and dropped back down again.
You would have thought there was somebody under her that she was fucking instead of really being balanced only on the chair. But each time she moved up from the couch, my cock went in further up her ass.
Then I slowly drew it back. And as I drew it back, she went crazy. Absolutely crazy. It was beautiful. Really beautiful. I was excited. I think she was too.
Now I began to move a little more swiftly. My prick was getting its exercise for sure. It was working in and out of her beautifully. That's all I wanted to do. Shoot a great big load into that ass. Not sweating anything, just let it fly, man. All the way up. It had to be all the way up, I thought to myself as I pushed in and out, in and out.
Now she was moaning in a regular rhythm. You could see that at each thrust she knew what was coming. I kept working on her clitoris. Now I knew she was going crazy. She was losing her mind.
She turned back to me and looked up and said, "Lee! Now, dammit, now!"
I began to move my finger a little more rapidly over her clitoris. I moved my prick more rapidly inside her ass. She squeezed her legs together with everything she was worth. She was literally trying to squeeze the sperm out of my body.
She did a good job, because the minute she put the real pressure on, let fly a big gob of come. My biggest orgasm ever had begun. And man, there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it! All I could do was just come. Just plain come. And I mean jolt after jolt after jolt.
I let it fly, baby. I really let it fly. Unbelievable. When I say come, I mean come. I did a gallon of it. Boy, her ass must have filled! And with each jolt of it, she squirmed. She blew her own orgasm.
Her cream was all over my fingers. The two of us were finished.
Man, we had knocked ourselves almost to sleep. I was exhausted just from this one fuck. I pulled my prick from her ass-hole. I lifted her from the couch and took her now slippery box in my hand and squeezed it tight.
I pressed my fingers into her box and she squirmed. I kissed her mouth with as much violent hunger as I could. My tongue was in her mouth as we fell on the floor onto the thick carpet. I put my prick right into her cunt.
It was only half-hard. The minute it was inside her box she began to go crazy. She clamped down on it. And then I went crazy. We fucked. Slept. And then fucked. Without a care in the world until the next morning.
CHAPTER FOUR
The next morning when I woke, I looked at her sleeping next to me. I thought to myself, this is really a fine girl, this gorgeous girl. A guy doesn't run across this kind of beauty every day, but here it was sleeping right next to me.
She looked so beautiful, so peaceful. Her eyes were closed. That bugged me because I liked to look in them. They were like deep blue pools. Her body was spread out wide and open under the blanket. You could see her legs thrown to the side. I had only one desire. I wanted to push the blanket down and eat her beautiful pussy. I remembered the beach, that great scene, that great taste. I believe in the old days that action was called the muff-dive.
That's exactly what I had in mind. I pushed the blanket down away from her beautiful body. I looked at the tiny waist, the expanse of flat stomach from hip to hip and the black bush in which was hidden the magnificence of that beautiful, hot, slick box that I loved so much. The box that only the night before I had dallied in for so much time.
And now, one leg was cocked off to the side. She was wide open to my attack which was going to be oral-frontal.
I began to lick her stomach real slow. I pushed my feet up on the pillows to relax. Then I kissed and licked her stomach, her navel, her breasts, and then I ran my tongue down onto her thighs.
She didn't even awaken. She didn't open her eyes. She just lay there in a languid move asleep. She was in the twilight zone. This was probably a good dream for her.
She just lay there and enjoyed the sensations. My hands rolled over her legs and I kissed her upper torso. Then my tongue went right down into the bush to the crux of the matter. And I began to lick the beginnings of her cunt lips.
Very tenderly, I kissed them. Warm, soft, moist. Then I put my tongue inside and licked at the sides of her "twat. And ! fingered her bumhole gently to find out if there was any of last night's grease still left or perhaps if this worked out well, I might just take another jump up that ass. That was a beautiful experience.
She was moaning now and saying the name under her breath. I couldn't tell what it was. But I did hope it wasn't Buddy.
I kept sucking at her pussy and before too long, I felt her hands reaching out for my legs.
Half asleep now, she pulled my body close to her face and reached for my prick. Now I really put my face inside of her cunt. I spread her legs as far as I could.
I licked in as deep as I could. I fingered her ass-hole as best as I could.
Slowly. I moved in a slow, teasing manner. No violence. No real pushing. No hard and fast action. Just slow and easy. Nice and erotic. I kissed her cunt in every nook and cranny that I could find with my lips and my tongue. I licked and sucked and now I spread the cheeks of her ass and I put my tongue in there. I licked at her anus.
She went crazy. She began to suck my prick as though there were no tomorrow. It all had to be done today.
The excitement she caused with that licking was beyond description. And I was so hot I thought I could fuck an elephant.
She was waking up with such style and passion that I couldn't really fathom that this was a young sweet thing I had met at a party only a week and a half ago. We were sixty-nining each other to death. I mean, I really began to suck at her pussy. What she was doing to my prick was the next thing to criminal.
I mean, she licked it, she sucked it, she bit it, she squeezed my balls, she fingered my ass-hole, she drove me crazy! I really thought I was losing my mind. And she was so beautiful. So beautiful!
I kept at her pussy. The longer I kept licking at it, the wilder she became. She moaned my name as she sucked my prick.
"Lee," she said. "Oh, Lee...."
"Karen, you're a beauty," I said. "Just a beauty.. "
And I put my face back in her box. Now I felt her shake and I knew she was getting ready for the big moment.
Just as I felt my prick throbbing in her mouth, she too released a load. She'd have to swallow mine and I wouldn't be able to swallow hers, even if I could have reached it all at once. But I sucked every drop that I could and she took all of mine.
I kept fingering her ass as I sucked.
Soon we lay back touching each others' legs. I saw her up front by the pillows.
"Karen," I said.
"Yes, Lee?" she replied.
"Would you like to live here for a couple of days?"
"Oh, that'd be great," she said. "That'd be just great!"
"Do you have to get any clothes?"
"No," she said. "I come as I am."
"That's what I like about you," I said. "You really come as you are. And you feel so fine."
"Well, that's the way it is," she said. "I try to be good to you because I want you to like me."
"I do," I said.
"Good."
"You're one of the most beautiful girls I've ever met in my life."
"You know something, if I didn't know you better, Lee, if I didn't know you were a big time musician, I'd say that you were falling for me.
"Well, let's-um-thank god that you do know me better and ... you don't get that idea baby, because as much as I like you, you have to understand, my bag is not to fall for one chick. I hope you're not some kind of a groupie, though. You're too sweet and good looking to waste your time doing that."
"What's the matter with groupies?" she said. "Some of my best girlfriends are groupies."
"Groupies are silly," I said. "They're great for us, but they're bad for themselves. But if you can't see it and that's what you wanna be, I'm not gonna misdirect you. Personally I prefer them. A person tends to get involved with anybody else."
"Are you gonna get involved with me?" she said. "Or is this my last day before I get my walking papers."
"If you'd live here with me for a while, I'd be delighted," I said. "But the day will come when we split."
She reached down for my prick and gave it a fast twist. I reached over and grabbed her and threw her across my lap. I slapped her ass four or five times. She dug the feeling because she smiled and said, "You don't like me to do that."
"I like it. Just keep in mind that all this isn't gonna last."
With that she jumped on top of me, grabbed my prick, placed it in between her thighs and sat there, rotating her body in a circular motion. My cock was buried inside her cunt.
She looked down at me as she sat on her knees with my prick in her and said, "Well, it's not gonna last, darling, so let's get as much of it as we can right now. Because I want all I can get!"
I looked at her and said, "I didn't think you were that hungry, honey."
That pissed her off. She took a wild swing at my face and I grabbed her tits. I squeezed them and she continued to fuck down on my body. I have to admit that I dug it. She had a good cunt. She knew how to use it. . She was a devilish chick too. There was something in her eyes, man. There she was, on top of me like that, squatting around. I goddamn near wanted to ask her to marry me.
It's a hard thing to describe and it's a tough one to analyze, because there's no real analysis for it. It's just me being a drummer, I dug rhythm. She had it. Boy, she could fuck.
Right now, I lay back there with my hands behind my head, letting this chick bounce up and down on me as though I were some kind of a machine on which she was getting her thrills. My prick had never been so stimulated in its entire short career. All twelve inches were buried up in her cunt.
She would moan every once in a while when she'd get into a funny position and she'd feel the true length of my shaft.
I squeezed and pinched her nipples and she went crazy. Finally she got into a new position by lying down on my body, still keeping my prick imbedded in her cunt, just keeping her ass way up high on top of my body as she fucked.
The two of us screwed away at each other in a hungry, almost abandoned manner. Finally, when the orgasm hit us, we clung to each other and tore nails into each others' backs and screamed and yelled and raised hell. And I realized that it was nine o'clock in the morning. Then I thought, fuck the neighbors. This is too delicious.
When we finished, she rolled over on her back. She turned her head in my direction and said, "Look. I don't want to scare you, Lee. I don't want you to be nervous. I don't want you to hate me for this. But I think I love you."
"Now Karen, I'm sure you've said this to Buddy. And I'm sure you've felt it for other guys," I said. "And you'll feel it for other guys again. And you're not scaring me. It's a privilege to be loved by someone like you, even if it is for only two days."
"Oh, come on," she said. "I mean I really feel something DIFFERENT for you! I didn't say it to Buddy. I did not say it to anybody else. I would marry you fifty-three seconds from now and bet that we'd spend the rest of our lives together."
"That's a beautiful thought, Karen. But one that I think we'd better forget," I said. "As beautiful as you are, and as much as I feel for you at this moment, I'm sure well be splitting before long. You know we're both that way, baby. There's not a damn thing we can do about it, really. As long as you understand that, we're cool."
I grabbed at her tits. I threw her back and shoved my prick in her cunt. I blasted away at her. We fucked hard.
We fucked all that day. At ten o'clock the next morning I had to be on a train with the Wild Grass. We were traveling. We were going to gamblersville-the big town. We had three days there. From there we were going to California.
So goodbye for now, Karen, I thought. At least I have a girl to love behind me.
CHAPTER FIVE
At ten the next day, Wild Grass was in Grand Central to get a train to Vegas. We had lots of room apiece and a bar in each room on our train.
We were the celebrities on the train. We were fairly well known around town and people would come by and rap a while, then leave. We dug the attention. It felt good.
Lunch was served in the club car and we managed to stagger back there every day. The trip was totally uneventful and we drank our way across the country.
Chicago was going to be our first stop and we had a gig out there. About two o'clock in the afternoon, I told Rico that I was going back to our room to grab some shuteye. When I got there, I looked down the hallway of our car and I saw coming through the doorway three good looking babes. Hollywood-type babes. And a big, tall cat with a moustache was with them.
"Hey, Lee" Rico said.
"Yeah, man?"
"That guy looks familiar."
"Yeah, you know, you're right. That guy does look familiar. I know who that is," I said. "That's Jim Bates."
"Bates! You're right! You're right!" Rico said. "That son of a bitch agent. Look at those birds he's got with him, man."
"Now let's just be cool, baby," I said. "If he comes over to us, WE'RE the talent, now, remember? Remember the days we couldn't even get in that son of a bitch's office? Wow, man, wouldn't he like to get hold of us now!"
"You know, you're right, man. This is going to be pretty damn funny."
Bates walked in. It was pretty damn rough not to notice us with the rigs we wore, the hair we wore, although Bates sure tried.
As he passed us by, the chicks looked at us, but he went right on by and sat down about five seats past us. He ordered some kind of booze.
I looked at Rico one more time and said, "Man, I give him five minutes. If he doesn't talk to us, we cut out and go to sleep. If he talks to us, I take that redheaded chick."
"You got it," Rico said. "I know what I want. He wants money and we're where it's at these days. He'll talk."
There wasn't anybody in the car but us two, besides him and the chicks. He got up and walked over to us.
"Is that really you, Lee?" he said.
"Yeah, Jim, it's me. How goes it?"
"It goes okay by me. And it goes fantastic with you. Hey, Rico, what's happening?" he said.
"I don't know. Nothing much," Rico said.
"Listen, you guys are setting the world on fire, you really are great, I'm telling you. You're-uh-taken, I guess. You have an agent you're happy with?"
"Yeah, that's one thing I like about you, Jim. You get right down to business."
"Look-uh-I got a big room back further on the train, Lee. If you and Rico want to join me I can fix you up with some chicks also. We could go back there."
"I'll tell you what I'd prefer, Jim. I'd prefer to go somewhere with that redheaded chick for a half hour."
"You-uh-prefer that, huh?" he said.
"Sure, I do."
"Well, umm, I'll tell you what I'll do for you, Lee, since you're a big star now."
"What's that, Jim?" I asked.
"I'll shove it up your nose, boy! What do you think I am, a pimp?" Man, he was irritated now.
I was a little shocked. I thought he was going to be very humble.
"Naw, you can't shit me, baby." He turned and walked away.
I was embarrassed. I had it coming to me. I looked at Rico. We shook our heads at each other as though we had decided that the guy had some man in him.
At any rate, it didn't help us with our problem. We took a walk. We realized how damn futile and stupid it was to hang around any longer. We were just making ass-holes of ourselves.
We had been in the club car for about five hours and no chicks had shown anything. We decided to sack out. We'd be in Chicago before too long.
As we walked out, I turned back just to look at the redhead. She didn't bat an eyelash, man. She was about an enthralled with me as the toilet.
Outside, as we made our way through the car, I ran into one of Bates' little flunkies. I asked him what was happening with Bates and the chicks and he told me it was new talent. One of them sang, the other one danced, and the third one was an actress. He was taking them all to the coast.
"Why the hell is he taking the train instead of flying?" I asked.
"Aw, one of the dopey chicks is afraid of flying, the other one's scared without her and that's what's happening."
That finished the conversation. I was pissed off anyhow. I headed back for my bunk. Rico did the same. Just as I was dozing off there was a knock at my door.
I opened it up.
There stood the redhead.
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"You're not going to invite me in?" she said.
"I hadn't thought about it," I said. "But now that you mention it, it is a good idea. Come on in."
The chick was about five foot ten. Big tits. Big eyes. Big mouth. No groupie. Too old, too smart. No whore, either.
"What do you want?" I said.
"Mr. Bates conveyed the information to me that you had asked about me. Only he said it was in a very derogatory manner. He would have been delighted to introduce me to you. But under the circumstances, he hardly felt that it was gentlemanly of you."
"So instead he just sent you back here, and you came, like a good girl. Is that right?" I said.
"No, that's not right, big mouth!" she said. "As a matter-of-fact, nobody sent me. I thought you were a decent human being. But I can see that you're hung on yourself. And you're only a little boy. And now I'm sorry I came back."
"Now, wait a minute," I said. "You're not giving me much of a chance."
"I gave you a chance when I came back here. You could have been polite. I would have been polite. But-uh-I don't see it," she said.
I stood between her and the door and locked it behind me.
"You don't see what?" I asked.
"I don't see me taking any crap from a little man like you. Now get out of the way or I can roar, boy," she said.
I grabbed her around the waist. I was an inch and a half taller than her but with her high heels on, it was just about equal.
I pressed my lips against her made-up lips covered with thick lipstick. It was so good and dirty, for some reason.
Our lips melted together. I knew she was struggling, but not too hard. I kissed her mouth open, shoved my tongue inside. I explored her as best as I could under these conditions. She was still fighting me. But she was returning the kiss at the same time.
She couldn't make her mind up yet. It was happening too suddenly, too fast for her. She was either going to swing on me or return the kiss for real.
All of a sudden I felt her loosen up a little bit. The kiss was being returned. It felt absolutely nice. I wondered what her name was. Was she the actress, the singer, or the dancer? I couldn't figure that out for the life of me.
But I held that kiss for a good minute and a half. Then I released her. I was going to reach for her like you see in the movies, give her that Hollywood laugh and proceed to strip her and fuck her. But the next thing I felt was a smash against the side of my head.
It was her open palm which had caught me way the hell off guard.
I literally flipped over onto the damn cot. I bounced off it and hit the floor. I looked up at her. She was just unlocking the door. She turned to me and said, "Oh, Lee, don't bother to see me out."
"What the hell did you do that for?" I said.
All I got for an answer was a slammed door. I thought to myself, that chick is buggy. I'm gonna stay clear of THAT! That's poison. About two seconds later the door flung open and in came Rico.
"What the hell's going on in here?" he said.
"Are you some kind of a nut?" I said. "What are you barging in here for?"
"I heard a big blast."
"Umm-that was me tripping and hitting the floor-after a redhead smashed me in the mouth."
"What are you talking about?" he said.
"Haha! She came to pay me a visit. I was impolite, so she wound up and took a roundhouse swing and connected."
"You're kidding!" he said.
"I'm not kidding, man. I tell you, that chick made me hit my ass. I landed on that damn bed and hit the floor like a ton of bricks. I landed on my ass. You heard it."
"Are you sure it was the redhead or was it Bates?"
"Bates? Are you kidding, man? Bates wouldn't come near us with a ten foot pole. He's the most comical excuse for a human being that I've ever seen in my life," I said.
' "Well, I don't know how comical he is, but he sure is a stud. "Hey, come on man, we deserve every bit of what we got. Even this chick was right."
"Why did she knock you around if she was looking for action?"
"I don't know, I was a little rough."
"Big deal! Big deal!"
"Bet you she comes back though," I said.
"Haha! I'll take that bet. She probably thinks you're some kind of nutty pervert or something."
"Let's hope so," I said.
"She sure gave you a shot, though, didn't she?" Rico said, chuckling.
"Yeah, man and nothing else. She did give me a shot! But-umm-I wouldn't make any bets on who wins the next one."
"Hah! There's no bet, baby. I just think it's funny that the chick got away with it."
"What I'm gonna do, man, I'll tell you, I'm gonna try to forgive Bates and his chicks and-uh-find me some action on this damn train before we hit Chi."
"How are you gonna do that, man?"
"Goin' down the coaches, man, and sit in the coaches. That's probably where the nice, decent human beings hang around, you know what I mean?"
"Not a bad idea, you know?" Rico said. "Let's take a little trip down there."
We traversed the train down to the cheap end. We picked our way through families with kids sitting on their laps ... poverty was all over the place-at least comparatively speaking.
But, as usual, there was the share of single guys, soldiers, sailors, older women-you know, everything. Nothing was peculiar to a coach. There were even a few people who looked like they had some bread.
In one car was a chick with mousy brown hair knotted into a single braid behind her neck. She looked somewhat strange, maybe because she was just sort of staring into space, not talking to anybody, not the least bit interested in anything going on around her. She somehow looked very interesting to me.
I walked over and took a seat next to her. After I sat down, she glanced at me and I said, "Oh, excuse me, but-uhh-is this seat taken?"
"No." she said.
"Hmmm, mind if I sit here?"
"Public train, isn't it?"
"You're right ... I guess it is. But I feel pretty siUy..heh, heh, heh, that was a dumb remark!"
She smiled at me and continued to stare ahead.
I sat there for a few minutes and watched her as best I could out of the corner of my eye. I thought I saw a pair of beautifully shaped, well developed breasts. She was not a young chick but, ohhh, twenties isn't old, you know.
"You know, for a pretty girl, you're very quiet."
She smiled at me and said, "Maybe that's what makes me pretty."
"No. What makes you pretty is that your face is beautiful and your hair is soft and silky and your body is attractive and your appearance is nice. You give off some kind of a nice aura."
"Thank you," she said.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Sandy," she said. "Sandy is my name. Now that you've got that, what are you going to do with me?"
"Well," I said, "I could invite you back to the club car for a drink, Sandy."
"Do I look like I'm dressed for the club car?" she said.
"Well, I don't care whether you're dressed for it or not."
"I'm not going back there," she said.
She did.
And we drank. And we had fun and we were high. And of course, eventually we wound up back in my little stateroom.
We were so close in there as we sat down. I had taken a bottle of wine and we were toasting each other. She was high.
She said to me, "Lee.. "
"Yes, Sandy?"
"Would you ... would you make love to me?"
"I'd be delighted, Sandy."
"I mean, just like you meant it."
"I will mean it, Sandy. I'll care about it and I'll mean it."
"You're a famous guy, aren't you, Lee?"
"I don't understand what you mean by famous."
"I've seen you on television. I've heard of the name of your group that you play with. I don't know it right offhand, but if you said it...."
"It's called 'Wild Grass,' honey," I said.
"That's it. You're the drummer and the leader of Wild Grass. I have heard of you."
"Yes, I suppose you have."
She stood up. She pushed her blouse down to her cheap skirt.
She looked at me and said, "You know, Lee, really, you're slumming when you talk to me. I'm just not from the right side of the tracks for you, you know."
"Why do you have such a tremendous hang-up about yourself?" I asked.
"Only around white men," she said.
"White men?" I said. "What do you mean by that?"
"I'm an Indian. I'm a full-blooded Indian."
"You're an Indian, Sandy? You? With that beautiful face?"
"That's right. And now you don't want to touch me. And now you'd like me to leave. And I will."
"Leave? Hell!" I said. "Indian! Man, a real American! I'll be damned. You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen. And you're an Indian. I love it! I like the idea. But you're silly."
I put my arms around her. I paid no more attention to what she was saying. I simply pressed my lips against hers. They were warm and dry at first, but as I kissed them, her mouth opened and surrendered. Her tongue entered mine and then the heat began to pass through our lips and we began to become passionate with each other. Our hands slid up and down our bodies.
Her body was, after all, like any other-except better. Built stronger and firmer.
She gripped me and squeezed my body tight against hers. She bit my lower lip and moaned in passion. She was a woman! And I'll bet she wasn't more than twenty-one years old.
In the midst of all the kissing and the hugging and the squeezing, she whispered in my ear, "Lee, I like you. I like you a lot."
I slapped her ass and said, "I hope so."
Once again I patted her firm buttocks and said, "I hope so."
And as I held her in my arms, I began to feel her breasts, the fullness of them. The blouse was loaded with good, warm, female flesh.
She reached between my legs and gently caressed my dong. I started to unbutton her blouse. She turned around modestly and closed the shade. And then we went at it again.
It was a small room, you know, like trains have, so it was almost difficult for the two of us to get undressed in the same room. And she had very little clothing on.
I took off her skirt and I saw her beautiful ass encased in the white panties. They were nylon panties, I guess. Not very expensive. Her bra was cheap but her breasts were so big they could have been wrapped in paper bags and looked good.
Once I removed that there was nothing except the shoes which she kicked off. She wore no stockings, no girdle, nothing. She looked so good, so natural and fresh, clean and pure.
I put my arms around her once again and squeezed her close. As I did this, she unzipped my fly, unbuckled my belt. My pants fell to the floor. She reached inside my jockey shorts and began to caress my prick
As her hand traveled up and down the side of my shaft, I said, "Ah, you know how good that feels, honey?"
"Yes, I do," she said. "It feels as good as your hands feel on my body. Lee, you turn me on.
"Let's not talk," I said as I bent down to kiss one of her breasts.
We pulled the bed out. Oh, the porter would have a. shit fit, wouldn't he, if he knew he wasn't going to get his opportunity. The stateroom was locked. We climbed onto that funny little bed. We began to make love, as they say. Our lips kissed each others' bodies. I licked the insides of her thighs and her cunt, occasionally caressing the soft hill of her ass and then reaching up for her breasts, which were pendulous and pink-tipped, I sucked on one of her nipples. It was twice the size of any nipple I've ever seen before. It was beautiful. It was like a little soft warm prick.
She kissed my prick, speaking of that, and ran her hands up and down inside of my thighs. We were so enthralled with kissing and caressing each other, we didn't hear the knock at the door. And it stopped only moments after it started. We weren't about to answer any doors at this point. We were busy digging each other.
That in itself was a full time occupation.
I didn't waste too much time. I fucked her right away. And then I let her suck my prick. And then she said, "You know, there's an Eastern Indian trick," she said. "I'd like to show it to you."
"Is it sexy?" I asked.
"Very sexy," she said. "Hand me my handbag."
I got her handbag for her. She pulled from it a long silk scarf.
"I'm gonna throw you, Lee. You're gonna go crazy. This is called the Indian Rope Trick."
She sat down on the bed, her breasts hanging and me squeezing them gently. She was getting more and more turned on. And then she began to put little knots, about two or three inches apart, in this silk neckerchief. The thing was a big long one, and there must have been ten or fifteen knots in it when she was through.
"What's-uh-so exciting about that?" I asked.
"You'll find out," she said. "I want you to turn over on your stomach and let me caress your ass for a while."
"What do you have in mind, baby?" I said.
"Look, you either have adventure in your blood and you leave it to me, or you have no adventure and I don't bother."
"Okay. Whatever you say, whatever you say ... you're the boss, Sandy."
"Good," she said. "Now turn over and expose your great cheeks to me."
I turned over on my stomach. I felt her fingers spreading the cheeks of my ass. And then I felt her pushing that silk scarf up my ass-hole, into my rectum. Knot by knot, she shoved it up past the sphincter.
I went crazy.
"What are you doing to me, girl?"
"I told you I was going to thrill you," she said. "I meant it. Now, just calm yourself."
"I'm trying to," I said. "It's pretty difficult with you shoving that silk scarf up my ass-hole."
My prick was about as big as it's ever been in its life. She took a good five minutes of poking around and shoving and finally she said, "There. We're ready to start the game."
She grabbed hold of my prick and began playing with it. She caressed it very warmly and softly with her fingertips. Now she bent down and placed her lips on it. She began to suck the tip.
She caressed my ass but didn't touch that silk neckerchief. I wondered what was going on. Then as she played with my prick and I got more and more excited, she yanked on the neckerchief and one or two of those knots passed through my ring.
I went crazy. It was a wild feeling. Then she shoved the two knots back in there.
My ass was stuffed.
Man, I never had my ass stuffed with a silk handkerchief before! And all the way up it was. I could feel it. Now she sucked my prick with such beautiful style and technique that I thought someone should be filming this. What a great movie this would make. This girl was so highly skilled. And she was so sweet and sexy at the same time.
Now all of a sudden I felt myself getting ready to reach the peak. She squeezed my balls and in her other hand she held my prick erect and sucked on it and knocked it around all over her mouth.
Finally I was ready to come. My prick was throbbing with wild heat. I knew any minute I was going to turn loose.
Then all of a sudden, it happened. I shot my first load into her mouth.
All of a sudden, just as I was about to let loose with my second burst, the handkerchief was yanked out from behind. As she pulled it and it came whipping out of my ass, each dot was giving me another tactile thrill.
My prick jerked up and down in a series of machine gunlike movements and I shot sperm all over her. I couldn't help myself. The handkerchief coming out of my ass like that with all those knots in it drove me crazy.
She smiled at me now and kissed my mouth as she jerked my prick the rest of the way to finish the orgasm that had so wildly begun.
As I held her in my arms, I said, "That's a wild trick, honey. Do you know any others?"
"Well, I do know some things typical to my country that your country does not practice. And ... uh, maybe we'll try some of them."
"Tell me what you know and we'll do it."
"Well, I know how to french you between my tits."
"What does that mean?"
"It means I take your prick between my two little boobs and jack it off. And when you're ready to shoot, I see it coming and I suck down every drop of come."
"Do it," I said.
And she did.
I knelt on top of her body and she squeezed her tits around my prick. In five minutes flat she had jerked me off between them and the minute I shot my first load, she grabbed my prick with her hand and sucked on it with all the might in her mouth. Oh, man, it felt as though she were pulling the life out of me through the tip of my prick.
It was so exciting to have a hot mouth clamp down on my excited penis that I didn't think of anything else except orgasm. I didn't realize that she had not had any real fucking herself. But she enjoyed doing things to me the way I enjoy doing things to chicks. Neither one of us was selfish, mentally or physically.
And that's how we first met. And that's how we first began to care about each other.
CHAPTER SIX
Sandy related to me the fact that she had a sister in Chicago and that I was welcome there anytime.
When we got off the train, I went with the rest of the guys. We went to eat and to rehearse, look over the club where we were playing, make decisions about what costumes to wear. We had three days.
We would rehearse each afternoon, but since it was only Tuesday and we had until Saturday, there was no hurry. Saturday we wouldn't rehearse long, so there was just Wednesday, Thursday and Friday.
I got back to my room about one o'clock. The hotel was nice. Each one of us had a private room to do his thing. I immediately called Sandy.
"Hello, Sandy? It's Lee."
"Lee! You did call!"
"Of course. Listen, Princess Pocahontas, I can't get you out of my mind. I want to see you so badly I can taste it."
"Why don't you come over, Lee? You and I should see quite a bit of each other, you know."
"I'll be right over, baby," I said. "Just tell me where you're at."
I got the address and went over. It was a nice apartment in a decent neighborhood. The chick must have been fairly well off.
I rang the bell and a smaller version of Sandy answered. Not really too much smaller, but shorter, just as pleasantly plump.
"Hi! I'm Janet," she said. You must be Lee of-"
"Yeah, I'm Lee of the crazy rock group. Honey ... uhhh ... can I come in."
"Sure," she said. "Come on."
The chick was adorable. She was wearing dungarees and a white blouse and she looked edible. When-I looked around the place, I was flabbergasted by how beautiful it was. Everything was very Indian-like though. There were tapestries on the walls, and wild rugs on the floor. The furniture had the look of a primitive American. Everything looked like a giant tepee.
Now Sandy came out.
She wore slacks and a sweater and she looked beautiful.
"Hey, baby," I said, "You look terrific." , "Yes, I am rather beautiful, aren't I?" she said.
"Rather," I said. "No question about it. You look like dynamite!"
I put my arms around her and went to kiss her. She held her face up to mine and opened her mouth wide. Our lips joined. I could just feel little sister's eyes boring into my back. I wondered why the hell she didn't cut out.
And as we broke the embrace, Sandy said, "Oh, damn, Janet's jealous already. Janet, why do you have to hang around when I have people here all the time?"
"I don't hang around all the time," she said. "And after all, this IS my home. And the least you could do is share this groovy cat with
"Hahaha! Are you girls dividing me up in half?" I said. "Because I could probably arrange for another male body to show up for you."
"Aw, please!" Sandy said. "This little girl can very well supply herself. She just has some strange hang-ups."
I looked over at Janet and said, "Well, you know something? She is very desirable."
"Well, perhaps you'd-uh-perhaps you'd rather spend some time with her?"
"I wouldn't object to spending some time with both of you. I have a great idea. Why don't we drink firewater?" I said. "And dance and laugh and forget about this whole bit of competition."
"I like that idea," Sandy said. "What do you think, Janet?"
"Well, paleface say drink firewater," said Janet mockingly, "then that's what we do." And she ran inside and began to make drinks.
The drinks were unbelievable. Within fifteen minutes or so we were about snockered. We were jumping and dancing and carrying on.
I took off my shirt and I was running around, hooting and hollering, pretending I was an Indian, doing what I thought an Indian would do according to the old Cochise movies, anyhow.
The two girls were hysterical. They were rolling on the floor. And finally I fell on the floor myself and rolled with them.
It wasn't too much longer after that that I felt a hand on my prick. Indeed, my fly was open and Janet had her hand inside.
Sandy was kissing my mouth and I couldn't really tell whose hand was in there. But ... uh ... from the position of my body and Sandy's, I was sure it wasn't hers.
This could turn out to be a more interesting evening than I'd ever dreamt.
Now my clothers were being stripped from my body. The two of them were cooperating like they were some kind of a moving van team. As each article of clothing was removed, I felt their hands roving all over my body. My bumhole was being explored and my balls were being squeezed and my prick was being squeezed.
Then the next thing I knew, there was Janet standing over me, completely naked with her beautiful, black-haired cunt staring down at me.
I looked up at her and said, "Baby, you're really beautiful, aren't you? With clothes off, you're even prettier than I thought."
"Yes," she said, "I'm beautiful. And you see this?" She pointed to her cunt.
"I see it, baby," I said. While I was having this conversation with Janet, Sandy had sat down on my prick and was screwing down on it in such a way that I was losing my mind, it was so exciting. Now Janet spoke.
"I want you to eat this cunt," she said. "Suck it for all you're worth. And when I cream, I want you to swallow it all. Will you do that for me, darling?"
She bent down and for the first time, we had intimate contact. She kissed my face and my mouth and then our mouths opened each others' hungrily and we tasted each others' tongues. I put my arms around her and squeezed one of the cheeks of her ass.
Her body was firm and silky, like Sandy's. And the next thing I knew, she was climbing onto my face. She sat on my chest and delivered her pussy right onto my lips and I began to eat at it.
It not only tasted delicious but it smelled good too. I licked every bit of that orifice. I grabbed her clitoris and bounced it off the tip of my tongue. As I did that, she began to go completely insane.
I reached my hands around her to the back of her buttocks and separated the cheeks. I shoved a finger up her ass and now she really went wild.
She started to bounce up and down on my face and almost drowned me in come. Her cunt was covering my face almost completely. I could hardly breathe, except to suck and gasp into that pussy that covered my mouth. It was a hole full of moisture.
But it wasn't long before she was through and even more excited than before. She rolled off me now and held my head in her hands as Sandy continued to fuck herself on top of me.
I was just having my first orgasm. Janet was kissing my face and blowing in my ear, squeezing the nipples of my tits, .driving me out of my fucking mind. And the next thing I knew, the two of them started to kiss each other and feel each others' breasts.
They were rolling on the floor. I just stared on for five minutes because I had never seen any kind of a lesbian scene before.
I really went out of my mind. My prick stood tall. I wanted to be part of the happy group once more.
As they squeezed each others' bodies, humped at each other and rolled on the floor, at one point, Sandy was on top of Janet, pinching her as though she were a man. She squeezed at her sister's breasts and Janet reached up and pulled the cheeks of her ass apart.
They scratched at each others' bodies. I jumped on, between Sandy's legs and Janet's legs and shoved my prick into Sandy's ass. It lodged in there rather well. Her bumhole was stuffed with my twelve inch cock. She began to moan and groan and carry on.
"Oh, shit, that feels great! Ahh, this man has a prick that won't stop! It's beautiful!"
They kissed each other again, and I kissed them both. I reached between their bodies and squeezed each one of their breasts alternately. It was easy to do. I just turned one hand down and the other one up.
I continued fucking in that position, in her magnificent hot ass, and tremors that shoved through the girl's body were transmitted to my prick by the cheeks of her ass, squeezing down on my cock and damn near squeezing it to oblivion. When I had that orgasm, I couldn't believe the uncontrollable wracking my body went through from the pressure this girl put on my cock.
It was magnificent, though. And I filled her ass with my hot juice. She screamed and bit her sister's tits. I watched this and went crazy.
Underneath, Janet's legs went straight up in the air. She was ready for a good fuck. As I pulled my prick, hot and dripping, from Sandy's ass, I pushed her off Janet and I jumped right inside Janet's legs.
I shoved my cock up into Janet's cunt and I began to work at it. As I fucked her, she wrapped her legs around my waist, grabbed my neck and pressed her lips down hard against hers.
In the heat of passion, the two of us could do nothing but rock back and forth and fuck. We totally ignored Sandy. What I didn't realize was that something was happening to my ass. At that moment I didn't really know what it was, but there was a dildo being shoved up my ass.
It was an eleven inch dildo, attached to Sandy's body. She manipulated it up into my ass-hole and now I was Lucky Pierre. I was fucking and being fucked. I guess that's being called the fucker and the fuckee.
What a great scene! I couldn't believe the thrills that were shooting through my body as Sandy sucked on my back. She ate the flesh of my body, literally sucked me all over as she fucked me in the ass, and squeezed my balls.
I was squeezing Janet's boobs, kissing her mouth, and fucking her wildly. Janet was definitely so far a better and wilder piece of ass than Sandy. And yet, now it didn't matter who was which, because the three of us were so busily engaged in screwing each other to the hilt.
Pleasure was our only interest-and not each others' pleasure, but mainly our own.
But it happened that the satisfaction of ourselves made it all the better for each of the others.
Somebody was pouring night cream into my ass to lubricate the dildo. As I rolled off Janet, Sandy jumped on top of my body, pulling the dildo from herself and my ass. She began to suck my prick and push her cunt onto my face as she got into a sixty-nine position.
I had no choice but to reach up and pull the cheeks of her ass and the lips of her cunt apart and lick across that whole crotch. I looked at her ass-hole and I looked at her cunt. She went crazy as I squeezed and sucked at her. She was good to my prick too.
The next thing I knew, somebody was licking at my ass-hole. Janet had gotten underneath me, somehow and was now licking my ass-hole while Sandy sucked my prick and I was getting everything Sandy had to offer in her crotch.
I licked all over the insides of her thighs and her cunt. I drove her crazy. Before long, her white cream started coming down. I shoved a finger up her ass. She started to scream and suck at my prick. Her body was spread all over mine.
Suddenly I started to shoot. I thought I'd cream all over her body, but I didn't-just right into her mouth. I mean, she sucked as hard as anybody had ever pulled on my root in its entire history. It was like I had gotten it caught in a vacuum cleaner. It was all sticky and I loved it.
My ass was being eaten so well by Janet's tongue that I couldn't believe that this chick wasn't a professional.
The three of us had finished our orgasm and I lay back on the rug and looked at them. Each one of them took hold of one of my arms and dragged me to the John. They turned the shower water on and we all jumped into the shower together.
It was a fucking, sucking, screwing melee. I couldn't believe it.
The first thing that happened as our slippery bodies slithered around in the bathtub "Which the shower was pouring water into was that I was pushed onto my back. A cunt was shoved into my face and another cunt was shoved on top of my prick. While I fucked up into the first cunt, the second cunt completely covered me. All I could do was lick and fuck. It was only a minute or two before everybody shot a load.
I wondered whose cunt had received my cock because I closed my eyes-the water pouring down was too annoying. Anyway, I stood up, my back pressed against the wall of the shower. I turned one of the girls around and spread her cheeks and shoved my prick up into her ass-hole. As soon as I got it up there I felt her finger up inside mine and then I noticed that behind me Sandy was kissing my ear and whispering things.
"You like fucking my sister, don't you?" she asked.
My prick buried deep in Janet's hole, I reached for her breasts and squeezed them. Janet went crazy.
"My cunt, darling. Please play with my cunt. Hurry up."
I reached down between her legs for her pussy. I found that hot little slit and messed with the clitoris again. It wasn't too long before all three of us were lighting up like fire. Then I put my other hand down onto Sandy's cunt just slightly behind me.
Finally once again we had an orgasm. One at a time this time. I was the first one. Sandy was the second and Janet the last. And then crazy things started to happen.
Janet sat down on the bottom of the tub and Sandy walked up and spread her legs over her as she clasped her hands behind Janet's head and shoved Janet's face into her cunt. While she did this I squeezed her tits behind her. I bent her over a little bit and I tried to wiggle into her ass but Janet's mouth was in the way so I gave her a smack on her ass and she fell down to the bottom of the tub.
Then I got between the two of them. I shoved my prick up Janet's cunt. While I did that, Sandy squeezed my bottom and kissed my body from all different angles. The three of us rolled around that tub so much. We took bars of soap and washed each other.
Then "finally it was too much. Somebody was trying to shove a piece of soap up my ass. I turned around and found it was Janet. She was hysterical. I slapped her tits.
She reeled from my blow.
We earned on wild like that for fifteen or twenty minutes. Finally, completely exhausted, we got out of the shower and dried each other. Then all three of us went to bed together.
What a great pad this was. Elegantly done. Music was going all the time. I guess they had an FM thing going somewhere. Now I felt like I had just fucked fourteen people. They didn't even leave me as much energy as the groupie sex orgy with the whole band. But-what the hell, you took it the way you could get it. I mean, I was shot. I was hoping I could make rehearsals tomorrow.
About an hour later I got up only to find that someone was lying alongside me and kissing me. I opened my eyes and saw that it was Sandy.
"I put Janet to bed," she said.
"What do you mean you put Janet to bed?" I asked.
"I mean I took her into her own bedroom and locked her in because I want you all to myself."
"That was very selfish of you, darling. Why did you do that?"
"I did it because I want a good fuck from you. A good straight fuck without anybody else bothering us."
"Oh, I'd be delighted," I said, "but I don't know if I have the strength."
"You'll have the strength," she said. "I'll show you how I'm going to do it. I'm going to do it the way I like it best."
"Whatever you say, baby," I said.
"I'll get your prick stiff it that's what you're worried about," she said.
"Well, I really wasn't worried about it," I said, "but I don't know if I'll have the time more than anything else."
"Oh come now," she said, "you're not that old."
Now I got off the bed. She asked me to place a pillow under her ass, which I did. She lay on the bed with her feet hanging over the edge just about mid-thigh. Her legs were spread wide and the pillow was under her ass. Her cunt was up real good and her head was lying back on the bed. She had her arms behind her.
"Now," she said. "Now me. Stick that big dong of yours inside me. I'm going to love it."
I stood between her legs and spread the lips of her cunt. It was already moist and hot. My prick sprang forth into the hard-on position. I went out of my fucking mind. I shoved my prick in there, in that tight hot hole.
As soon as I got it in I began to fuck, slow long strokes. All twelve inches of my prick working very slowly into that beautiful cunt. I started to talk to her.
"Does this make you happy? Is it good?"
"Oh it's so sensuous," she said. "Get into me and push hard. Oh, will you please!"
I started taking a little stronger strokes in and weaker ones out. I really was shoving it. I guess the word for that is "banging." I took that long slow return out and then the fast sharp thrust-Bang!-against the walls of her cunt. And each time I shoved that cock of mine in there real hard she screamed and lifted her legs up off the ground. It was a wild long agonizing fuck.
But since both of us had spent so much before it was absolutely no problem at all now holding off spending. It was easy. And the main reason it was so easy was because we didn't have that much left.
Man, I was so excited I knew that the orgasm was going to be anticlimactic after the excitement and erotic feeling that I had developed during the fuck. The girl literally came up off the bed with me as I pulled her up half way and she fell down and I rammed my prick into her cunt. At the same time I'd squeeze the nipples that stood so proudly.
In the end, when our spending began, I fell heavily on top of her and my legs left the ground as her legs did and wrapped themselves around my waist. We just fucked like a pair of animals, screaming and sweating and struggling and moaning. And when it was over we rolled onto the bed together. I kissed her armpit. I kissed her breasts. I kissed her stomach. And I kissed her cunt. Then I lay back on the bed exhausted and she kissed my prick, my ass-hole, my thighs. She lay on top of both my tits and we fell asleep with her on top of me and my prick between her legs lying against her burning bush.
In the morning when I woke up I looked down to see that my prick was in her hands. Sandy was just lying there on the end of the bed opposite me sucking my prick and watching my face for signs of life. That'll wake any guy up, but very slowly I woke as the sensuousness of the moment was driving me absolutely insane. It was something to dig.
I watched her head moving up and down very slowly and I watched her rotate my prick expertly inside of her mouth. I felt her tongue on the tip of my dong. She rolled my prick gently around inside of her mouth. She gave a gentle suck every five minutes or so. It was a long slow process and again I was so spent from the night before that I wasn't about to cream off the first time she sucked my prick.
Well, she kept right on moving that prick of mine right inside her mouth. All of a sudden I realized that I was coming. I thought that like most chicks she would just let go of my prick and jerk me off the rest of the way. But no, now she really started to suck all the way down to the base and all the way back again to the tip, licking and sucking and then down again. Slowly and laborously up and down, up and down, and finally I felt the sperm leaving my body and jerking itself into her mouth.
She slowly kept rotating my prick as she sucked every last drop. My orgasm lasted for about two or three minutes and I watched myself tremor and shake as though there were an earthquake in the happening.
A smile came across her lips even while she was sucking me off. She was happy. She squeezed my balls and goosed my bumhole and ran her hands all over my body. At one point she just kept my prick in her mouth by pressure. Finally, as I was finished, she let it drop from her mouth and kissed it. She looked up at me and turned her body around and kissed my mouth, a hot slow kiss, our lips glued together in passion.
She said, "I have a wild idea. I'll unlock Janet's door and you sneak in and give her a good fuck while I get cleaned up."
I got up. Janet lay on the bed, her legs akimbo. She was completely naked and you could see her cunt. She looked so blowsy and sexy. Her breasts were heaving with each breath. She looked beautiful. Her hair was all tousled. Her mouth was open.
"I'll put it right there," I said. "I'll put my hard-on right in her mouth. Before she even knows what's happening I'll jump up on her shoulders."
"Great idea," Sandy said, "and I'll eat her cunt. We can do it."
We entered quietly; we made no noise. I climbed up on the bed very slowly and I lifted Janet's head very slowly and jammed my prick into her mouth all at once and held her head in place and fucked her mouth. She woke up and realized that her mouth was full of prick. She tried to move her legs but it was too late. Sandy was already on top of her eating her pussy.
The swiftness of our attack and the action of the moment made her crazy. She started sucking my prick with such force that I thought she was going to kill me. She reached up with her arms for my ass-cheeks and squeezed them and scratched them. She went into my bunghole with such viciousness that I thought she was trying to tear my body apart from within. She really started to work on me now.
I went crazy. My prick was a good twelve inches and I tried to shove it in her mouth and a mouth just won't accept that much prick. But she was trying to take in as much as she could and she was doing a pretty good job because it wasn't long before I was spewing come all over her face.
That's what I did. I blew my load all over her face and mouth and lips. She just licked at it as if it were sugar candy. She was coming at that moment too so I realized that her mind was not her own. It was half sex and half hers.
Finally I went to shower myself. I cleaned up and went down to get dressed. The girls were smoking and drinking coffee.
I said to Janet, "I think you'll have to carry me out of here."
Sandy laughed and said, "You'll be back, sonny. Don't you sweat it. I hope you come back. We all deserve each other."
"Can I bring some help?" I asked.
"That would spoil everything, wouldn't it?" she said. "You don't want to do that, do you?"
"Well I guess not if you say so, but I would like to share this experience with some other guys."
"Well, I hope you don't forget us," Sandy said.
"Sandy, I don't" think I'll forget you until the day I die. I expect to see you two again."
CHAPTER SEVEN
When we got to Vegas, I couldn't believe the town. Vegas is an absolute sensation. Ernie and Dom and Rico and Joey were impressed as I was.
Man, the town never shut down! Twenty-four hours a day it went.
We were in about a day early and we had this gig, see? And we were all set to fire up.
We knew these were tough audiences, but we also knew that they were gambling and drinking so it wouldn't be so hard to turn them on.
There were mostly big time operators here, style cats. Big swingers, hundred thousand dollar a year men. And up.
But nevertheless, we felt that those good people that dug our sound would dig us. And we were pretty much right. The first night that we were supposed to play, all of us were a little nervous, because this was big sucker stuff and one of the few places in town where somebody could go and do a real wild way-out thing. This was a wild bar. People were turned on, man, they were ready to go. And it was all up to us.
Rico was like a pregnant mother waiting, before the performance. But finally, we found ourselves on the stage of this pretty nice looking joint and we found quite a lot of people in there.
And people were looking for the gaming tables and doing the normal thing they do in Vegas.
We started blowing music. Rico kept watching the women milling around. I have never in my life seen such a collection of broads as I did in that club. And they turned over two or three times during the night. The whole crowd did. They seemed to be roving around.
Man, I'm telling you, what a collection of women. Some of the most gorgeous broads that you ever saw in your life. Beautifully dressed, fantastically wealthy looking chicks, but I suppose a lot of them were probably secretaries that had saved for a year to make this big move. And I was trying to pick my score for the night because I would like to zero in on something nice and early and warm it up so that by the time I got off I wouldn't have to give her a whole big story.
Well, I was in the midst of one of my solos and of course, as usual, there were several chicks digging me and digging me tight, too, man. They were turned on to me.
But I found one special one already and my mind was figuring out how to approach her. She danced with several different guys, I noticed. Kept going back to the bar. She had on a tight green satin dress and her body was on the thin side. But curvy and nice. And she did have some nice breasts up top. Her hair was severely short and I liked that. She looked sort of Frenchy-like. It was black and her eyes were black too, or at least they looked like it.
Her mouth was pouting and full-lipped. She walked away from guys as though they were non-existent and I sort of liked that attitude too.
She'd come up and dance with a guy or two, then just turn around and walk away from them as though they weren't there. She cuddled up on a corner of the bar. She really wasn't making much noise.
When we entered the set, Rico said, "Uhhh ... Hey, man, there's some real groove at the back table there. Wanna make it and pick up a couple?"
"Like ... um ... thanks a lot, Rico," I said, chewing gum noisily, "but I see something I like and ... uh, heh, heh ... you know me, baby."
"Yeah, Lee, you score and you score good, but-uh-you're sure now? There's a couple back there, kind of a lot to handle."
"No, man, I'm sure. I've seen what I want," I said, "and ... uh, somehow, I'm gonna see that I get it."
The set was done.
"Well, lots of luck." Rico said as he cut out.
I walked toward this chick. It was a long walk across the room. She really hadn't paid too much attention to me on the bandstand and I don't imagine she was overly interested in me. A lot of chicks used to think that we were just kids, you know? Unless they were teenagers, they weren't inclined to mess with musicians.
However, when I arrived at the bar, I walked around to her side of it. I sat down at a stool about two places away from her. There were empty stools between us.
I sat there and the bartender came over and stood. "You drinking?"
"Yeah, man, throw me some Jack on the rocks, huh?"
"Okay, mister," he said. He walked away to get the Jack.
The girl looked at me in a bored fashion and then turned away. Then some beefy guy came over and sat down between us on the stool nearer her.
"Hey, baby," he said drunkenly, "you're so beautiful, why don't you come to my table and we can jus' dance th' night away."
She looked at him with a slight smile and gave him a rather bored flutter of her eyelashes and went back to what she was drinking. It looked like some kind of gimlet or a martini or something. I really couldn't tell.
Now Beefcake said, "Hey, come on, baby, don't ignore me, now. You know, you're gonna make my heart cry. I've seen a lot of bills come up here and burn in Vegas and you're the kind of chick I'd like to burn with. As a matter-of-fact, I don't mind burning them myself as long as you'll direct me."
Once again she turned to him. "Thanks, mister, that's a real compliment. But no thanks."
Her voice was nice and husky. I liked it. It turned me on.
"Hey now look baby!" Now Beefcake was starting to bother me and he wasn't even talking to me really.
"I-uh-I don't see why you have t' be so damn uppity, sittin' here like th' queen of Sheba. I mean, I'm jus' like any other guy ... uh, I never cause no trouble, I jus' wanna dance with you. C'mon, it ain't no big deal, is it?"
"Look, mister, for me to dance with you is a big deal. Okay? And I don't want to dance with you. Now flake off."
"Now, look baby, you think you're hot stuff. Well, somethin' may happen to you. Now, I'm from Chicago. An' I don't wanna have to say too much more 'bout that, but if I was you, I'd cooperate."
"Buster, if you open your mouth to me once more," she said, "I'm gonna call a cop."
"A fuzz! What, are you crazy, baby?" he said. "Man, I don't want no part of you!" And he started to get up. She looked at him one more time and turned away. She continued drinking.
She was sort of cool. She was a whole thing. He was so goddamn upset I thought he was going to tear the bar to pieces. As he got up he turned to me. He saw me sort of watching what was going on.
"What the hell you lookin' at, rock and roll boy?" he said.
"Not a hell of a lot, buddy."
"Damn. Everybody's tryin' t' make trouble for me tonight! Are you tryin't' make trouble for me, man?"
I took a long, deep breath. "I'll tell you something," I said. "Not only wouldn't I try to make trouble for you, I wouldn't try to make anything for you. I just don't have any interest in you."
"Well, at least you're a boy," he said. And he walked away.
I laughed. His last remark was kind of funny. A smile creased her mouth too, but I could tell in a way that she wouldn't get any satisfaction from looking at me. She just kept looking straight ahead.
But I could tell in a way that she approved how I had handled myself and him. But I hadn't come off as Sir Lancelot saving the damsel either.
I just sat there, sipping my Jack. The bartender came over.
"Hey was that guy giving you trouble?"
"No, not really. He just mouthed some at the lady a little bit but nothin' real bad."
"Well, if he gives you any trouble, let me know and I'll have him thrown out."
"Nah, that's all right," I said. "I don't think he's very harmful. He's just a bag of wind, that's all."
"Yeah, we get lots of them around here. How long you guys gonna be here?" he asked.
"Umm, well stay here for about a week, and then-uh-we're goin' back to New York, I think."
"You think? Heh, heh!" he said. "It's a wild life not knowin' where you're goin' next, huh?"
"It's all right," I said. "Ummm, I'm not overly crazy for it, but it's a way to make a buck."
"Heh, heh, heh! And you guys make some bucks, huh!" he said as he was called away by somebody else.
I laughed at him. I am quite a laugher.
Now the chick turned to me.
"Why are you sitting all by your lonesome, drummer boy?" she asked.
"Hey, I'm shocked," I said.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I'm shocked that you noticed that I play the drums. I thought you were-uh-walkin' around in a little telephone booth that only rang when somebody dialed the right number."
She smiled at me and said, "You want to move two stools this way or should we each move one and call it a compromise?"
"I like your second suggestion better," I said. "Let's each move one, then I'll feel like we both exerted an effort."
"Well, you have to write on the balance sheet that I talked to you first, but I'll buy that," she said.
She moved over closer to me and I moved a stool closer to her. I looked at her face now real close. She had creamy smooth skin. She looked beautiful, like some kind of a movie star, really.
I said to her, "Listen, I've got about five more minutes to talk. My name's Lee, and that's-uh-Wild Grass, you know?"
"I know."
"I ... umm ... sometimes get wound up when I see you dancing with other guys. I don't know why that happens, but sometimes in my business, you see somebody and something happens. I'm not talking about love or anything ... it just bothers me. And when it happens it bothers me because I want you myself, heh, heh. I'm being honest, okay? If you want, tell me to flake off."
"No, I like you," she said. "I was as unhappy about dancing with those other cats as you were, but a girl can get pretty bored."
"Why do you hang around them, then?"
"Oh, I just got through with my singing here for four days in another club and I'm going to Europe in a week and there's nothing much else to do. It's either go right to Europe or stay here for a while and get some sun. It's good to get a sun tan, you know?"
"Yeah, it looks real nice. What's your name?" I said.
"Colette," she said.
"Are you a French girl, or is that just a name you bill yourself by?"
"No, my mother was French and my father was English and I was raised in Merry Old England. But I suppose you could say I was French." She chuckled. "Why? Is it important that you meet a French girl in your career?"
"Naw, I've met one or two. It's nothing real important in my career."
"You're a good looking guy. You know it too, don't you?"
"Boy, you do have a chip on your shoulder," I chuckled. "I was just now lookin' at your legs, your face ... and I was thinking that if we weren't here in the middle of a nightclub I'd put my arms around you and try to kiss you. And I guess the slap you'd give me would be worth it."
"When are you quitting, sweetie?" she asked.
"Don't call me sweetie. I can't stand that kind of stuff."
"I'm sorry, Lee. I was being a wiseass," she said.
"We're knockin' off in three hours. And I'd like for you and me to go some place after that. Would you go?"
"Yeah, I'd sure go. And I'd love it," she said. "I can't think of anything I'd rather do."
"Oh," I said, "You're really a straight, sweet, good chick. At least so far."
"Hahaha! That's the nicest thing any guy has ever said to me in my whole life, Lee. And I really appreciate it, I can't tell you how much. I like it. Straight talk instead of bullshitting about what some guy's gonna do for me."
"No, we got that straight, baby. Just you and me."
After our last set, Colette and I drove out to an all night restaurant that was open all night and all day. We sat there and had a meal. We drank wine and she told me about her life as a singer-not that I cared much; I just sort of dug looking at her pixy-like face as she talked.
There was something very sexy about her big round eyes and her short hair and her pouting little mouth.
After we sat there for a while drinking, she said, "Let's go someplace, Lee, huh? To a motel or something. Let's be alone. Let's not go back into town, I hate that town."
"I'm in agreement," I said. "We could go to this motel I know of not far from here."
We went to the Cluny Motel. I think there were about four people checked into it out of fifty units. It must have been off-season or...something.
Anyway, we rented a cottage and went back there. We entered the room and turned the lights on.
It was something else, man. I've been in small hotels in my life, but this was something else.
The room was about twenty feet square, carpeted .wall to wall, TV, hi-fi-really nice. But the price was-who cares? With a chick with Collette's class, man, I mean . .--. ! She walked around the room in that deep green satin dress and looked things over.
She said, "You know, this is a pretty place for a tryst, isn't it, Lee?"
"Uhh, Colette," I said, "I've never seen anything prettier in my life. I mean you. But the room is nice too."
"I'm glad you like it," she said. "I want everything to be right for us. For once in a while, it's good to have an honest, genuine relationship with somebody. Tell me something, Lee. Is your prick big?"
I looked at her and laughed. I couldn't quite believe that she said that so straight. But, being as she was straight with me, I answered her.
"It's-uh-considered long," I said.
"How large is it?" she asked.
"Oh, I imagine around twelve inches at a full stand," I said.
"You mean you can get a foot-long hard-on?" she said.
"I'm getting one now from listening to you talk," I said.
"Hah! That's going to be terrific. I've never come up against a prick that big. It must be quite a thrill to be fucked by a man of your size," she said.
"Haha, I don't know," I said, "I've never been fucked by one, myself."
"I bet you've been told that a few times," she said, "haven't you?"
"Yeah, I've been told to go fuck myself quite a few times," I said.
Now I was starting to get hard and warm. The wine was taking effect. But just to make sure I brought another bottle with me.
The atmosphere in the room was right. Colette was right. Everything about this whole scene was right. It was only a question of what actually would ensue first. And I had some ideas about that.
I approached Colette slowly. I reached out my arms for her. She seemed to slump gently into my arms. We pushed each others' bodies close. I reached for her mouth with my lips and before I had a chance to begin to press mine against hers, she grabbed my lips between her teeth and gave me a fast bite on my mouth. Then her mouth pressed hotly against mine. It opened at the same time.
It was like two hot caverns breathing at each other. What a sexy kiss! I started to feel stars. I couldn't believe how groovy! How sexy could a girl be. She was a couple of years older than me too.
Now our hands roved over each others' bodies. I could feel the beauty of her build under her clothes. Our mouths had not been separated yet for at least three or four minutes.
Finally, Colette withdrew her lips from mine and whispered, "For a long time, I've wanted to meet a man like you. And this whole thing is so good, so perfect. I want you to take me like you've never taken anyone before. Take me like a real lover-pretend, even if you don't feel it. And it has to be right now."
I could feel her softness under her satin soft dress.
"You know," I said, "a guy could get to care for you an awful lot."
I ran my hands down her buttocks which protruded so nicely and gently from her body.
I reached for the zipper behind that. I began to pull it down slowly and I felt the soft warmth of her back flesh as I opened her dress.
She shrugged the shoulder part off and it fell away from her. She had on underneath a pretty green bra and green silk panties. It was calculated to drive a man crazy. I could see her body was exquisite in the bright lighting of the room. With those long legs she must have stood about five foot eight and her ass stood away from her body just like a pretty rump ought to do.
Her breasts, although small, round and firm, were soft. I pulled them into my hand.
"Oh, how beautiful you are," I whispered.
"Oh, you're just trying to spoil me," she said. "I'm not really beautiful. I'm cute. People tell me all the time that I'm cute."
"I say you're beautiful. And if I say it, it must be so."
"Oh, you're wild," she said. "You're out of your mind."
"Absolutely," I said. "I can't believe how you turn me on so, but you're so gorgeous that I can't wait to' fuck you."
I removed her garter belt and stockings and her high heeled shoes. I pulled her panties off. I saw her little cunt. It was beautifully covered by black hair, very sexy looking. I slid my finger there and touched the front of it.
"Does it please you?" she asked. "After all, I want your foot of prick to be happy. I don't want you to feel that you have less than the best of hot caves to fuck into. I feel that what I want most in the world is to satisfy you."
"Darling," I said, "just looking at you is satisfaction enough."
Now once again I kissed her mouth. I felt her ass and her breasts and squeezed gently the nipples that I knew were so pink and beautiful. And now she reached for my belt buckle and began to undo my trousers. It was only moments before they fell around my ankles.
I sat down on the bed. She unlaced my shoes and pulled them off. I caressed her beautiful hair.
And then I removed my shirt. She got my shoes and socks off and she began to pull my trousers off. All I had on under them was a pair of jockey shorts. Now I'm not the type that's easily embarrassed, but she looked up at me and said, "Now I'm going to pull these off, darling. And there better be something that looks like it could be twelve inches big under there. Or I'm going to give you a rap on your dick."
She laughed and she pulled my jockey shorts off.
Sure enough, my prong, my bundle of joys, sprang to life right in front of her face. I sat looking down at her as she admired it.
She looked at it for a while and said, "It is a startling prick. It's the most beautiful white shaft I've ever seen. I must take a taste of it right away. Do you mind?"
She squeezed my balls with one of her hands.
"No," I said, and I cupped a hand behind her neck and caressed the softness of the nape of her neck. She placed her lips onto my prick and began to kiss it, tenderly at first. She simply pressed her lips against the right spots.
I went crazy. I leaned back on the bed and lay there weakly. I knew that she was there. I could picture her in my mind but I couldn't look at her because my passion was so great I wanted to jump off the bed and fuck her right there.
Instead I let her press her lips gently and softly to my prick, all over it. And on occasions my balls were kissed too. Then she ran her tongue up and down the inside of both my thighs.
As she did this, she reached up to my balls and licked up them and I went crazy.
Now she went back to my prick again. She kissed it, holding the root at the base, square on the front. She began to suck it very gently and very slowly around the tip.
And as time wore on, she moved further down my root. Up and down, slowly, she worked, driving me out of my mind, bringing my biggest and quickest orgasm to that day. I had no choice because she knew what I was doing. I really couldn't figure out how to hold back.
I wanted to so badly because I wanted to prolong this best of blow jobs that I had ever had. But I couldn't hold it back any more.
I felt her lips go up and down my root from top to bottom. I knew any second now I would splash hot juices from my prick into her mouth. I hoped that she wouldn't take her mouth off at that point. I hoped that she would continue to suck and swallow. And that's exactly what she did.
When the first blast of juice came, I could hear her gasp and then she really began to suck furiously. She put more pressure on my prick and a minute after that than I had ever had any mouth put. on it in my entire life.
She sucked so beautifully, I was amazed how each moment seemed better than the last one, even in the middle of the action. But from what I can remember of that orgasm, it was one of the most fruitful and satisfying I have ever had in my life. It seemed like I would never stop pounding liquid into her mouth.
I was rather surprised myself at the amount of juice I blew then. Not only surprised, but totally delighted. I never had such a good feeling in all my life. This chick could really turn me on.
She sucked every last drop and when she was finished she pulled my prick from her mouth and licked all around it.
Then she sat up on the bed and said, "Lee, you really had a tremendous orgasm, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did," I said. "It was the most magnificent of all comings for me."
"Would you like to do the same for me?"
"Oh, I'd love to taste your cunt," I said. "I bet it's the juiciest, sweetest morsel ever put before man."
"I hope you're right," she said. "I want it to be for you, because I care about you. You're the first cat in a long time who's been able to turn me on like this. Maybe the last for a long time, too, I don't know. I just can't help myself but care about you."
"Look," I said. "Look at me. I'm a crazy rock an' roll nut. I make a lot of money and I'm traveling a lot of places. And I've just had the orgasm of the century. And I'm telling you honestly, you are one of the most marvelous women I've ever met in my life. And I don't want this relationship to continue only through this night. I want to do something to prolong it, too, to give it some stability, to make it different."
"Lee," she said, "don't say that. Tell me things like that tomorrow. After the sun rises and it's a new day. Okay? Today I don't want to be told stories. I just don't know."
While she talked, I slipped down off the bed and spread her legs. She edged backwards on the bed and I moved in on that marvelous place between her legs, between those marvelous thighs, that beautiful pussy.
It was so soft and perfumed with her own delicious smell. I thought I was lost in some kind of a perfume garden. It was a beautiful feeling. A feeling one rarely gets, where there is no action happening to me, just a level of ecstasy. I wanted so badly to make her happy because I guess I was caring.
Now I looked up at her. She was whispering passionately and moaning.
"Oh, Lee, Lee, you feel so good, so wonderful. Eat me out, darling. Taste me, oh, yes, that way."
She felt wonderful. I left little red marks all up and down her thighs toward her delicious crack, so that tomorrow and maybe the next day, she would be able to look down and remember me. I ran my hands under the cheeks of her ass and lifted her body up a little bit so I could get to her cunt and ass better.
I looked at her little ass-hole. The small, tight hole was staring me in the face. I spread the cheeks of her ass and caressed her thighs for a moment. She began to tremble and shake.
"Oh, holy shit! Oh, fuck me! Oh, Lee, I love it!"
Now I ran my tongue up into her naked pussy. I put my fingers down in her hair and parted the cunt lips. I played with her clitoris with my tongue, gently thrusting with it and I rolled my tongue around, slowly, gently, lightly. I slipped a finger into her bumhole gently and then I removed it.
I ran my hands up and down the outside of her thighs. I kissed and sucked at the insides of her cunt with my lips once again. She kept repeating words of love to me.
Now my tongue ran around her cunt like mad. I plunged it deep into her body as far as I could. I locked and sucked and I literally covered her mound with love bites and kisses.
She went crazier and crazier. She moaned and groaned louder and louder.
"Oh, Lee! Oh, Lee, you don't know what it's like! You're driving me crazy! But I love it, and I love you. And I want you to do this to me forever!"
And now my tongue plunged deeper and deeper into that beautiful hairy pussy. I sucked at the innards of it and all of a sudden I realized that her body was shaking in such a way that it was totally out of control. She was coming right up to the heights, the crisis, the moment of truth and I smiled within myself, knowing that I had brought her there.
More than anything else in the world, I wanted her to be happy at this moment, because her body began to bounce up and down off the bed. I had a great deal of trouble keeping my face down to her cunt where it belonged. I licked and sucked wildly.
I gently probed and nibbled the inside of her pussy and she shot juice all over me. I licked the juice up as best I could. I wanted to taste all her nectar. It was sweet and delicious. It smelled like her body.
I had no qualms about smacking my lips over it. And when she was finished coming, I gently turned her over and gave her a resounding slap on the ass. I stood up in front of her and said, "Marvelous. You're marvelous! You've got a marvelous cunt."
She rolled on her back again, looked up at me and said, "Now, Lee, now! Put that third of a yardstick of yours right into my hot cunt. Let me feel the strength of your spear.
Please!"
I put my prick, which was if course now hard, between her legs, between the lips of her cunt. My joint gently pushed its way in between the folds of hot, moist flesh.
About half of it was in there and I began to move very gently and slowly. .
And she looked up at me and said, "No. All of it, Lee. Every last inch! Shove it into me. I want to feel it. I want to feel the pain and the pleasure of it all. I want my cunt full of cock. Hurry!"
She was panting with anxiety.
I pushed up. I pushed and shoved and grunted and groaned and finally, I was up in her to the very hilt.
I came back now. She moved her body around in some kind of a circular motion that was driving me crazy. I couldn't believe the pressure she was causing in my mind. I wondered if I wasn't falling in love with her physically. Or perhaps it was just a whimsy. There was no flat answer to this. It was a question of what I wanted to believe and I really wanted to believe that we were in love.
I fucked at that cunt so gently and lovingly and yet she wanted me to be malicious. Until the last half of that magnificent intercourse, she wrapped her legs around my ass and dug her heels into my back.
She pulled me down so that every inch of my prick filled her cunt.
Oh, she was excited. And gloriously so. I was delighted. Because it had taken me so long to enjoy this, so long...
She really loved this beautiful fucking. I couldn't believe that I was doing it like this, so well, so carefully.
But now I wasn't playing on my drums. I was playing on a woman-a soft, healthy, wonderful woman.
I continued pressing my plunger solidly into her cunt, finally up again, in again. Her legs hung onto my ass. Both of us were in the midst of our orgasm.
We reached a climax together. It was a beautiful moment.
As I spewed my hot juice into her body, she returned her own fluids around my prick. The two of us moaned and groaned and bit at each others' necks.
I squeezed her breasts hotly, almost cruelly, with such passion that I knew there would be marks on her breasts. There was no question in my mind that she would be marked.
I squeezed them so tightly that I thought I would pull them from her body.
Man, I was excited, uncontrollably so, and I tried as best I could to keep myself from screaming. But in the end I couldn't.
I let out an enormous yell, and when I did that, she did the same, and the two of us finished, screamingly. We hit our peak and our valley at the same time and I rolled from her body. And I looked at her and I said, "Colette, you're such a marvelous chick. You're so gorgeous. I can't begin to tell you what I feel for you."
"You know something?" she asked. "You're not half bad yourself, Lee. You're really a good man. And because you're so good, I want to do something for you. I want to give you a special fuck, one that will make you remember me forever."
"Anything that you do will make me remember you forever," I said. "I told you, you're not an easy chick to forget. Your face is going to haunt me for a long time, if I don't see you again."
"I told you," she said, "Let's talk about that tomorrow. Okay?"
"Okay," I said. "If you want to talk about it tomorrow, that's what we'll do."
Now I lay on my back on the bed. She got up and went to the hi-fi. I watched her walk. Her buttocks were beautiful. As she walked away from me, I saw the rhumba of her rear and I made a remark to her about how pretty it was.
"I'll let you' get in there later," she said, "if you're a good boy."
"I'm always good," I said. "Especially when I see delicacies like that in front of me."
She put on some soft music and came back. She turned the lights way down, so that now there was only a small glow from the bed lamp.
She got on top of me and sat down on my knees as I lay there. She took my prong in her two hands and began to work it up slowly. With great desire, she built my prick up to a point where it was standing tall.
Now she got up on her knees and crawled down on my prick. She lowered her cunt gently and softly on top of my prick until finally she was sitting on my lap looking at me with my prick inside of her cunt.
Now she leaned forward and pressed on my breast with her hands. She squeezed my nipples. I reached up for hers and did the same. She sat back gently, and with my prick encased inside her she began to move, very slowly from front to back.
It felt like a thousand feathers tickling my prick. This was a wild position and she knew it. She knew she was going to drive me insane and she was out for that. And she was not made nervous by it either.
She dug it. She watched my face as I watched hers. Both of us kept our eyes open in spite of the fact that we were both very passionate about what we were doing.
It was absolute unbelievable to think that I had just met this girl six or seven hours ago, but I had. It seemed as if I had known her all my life.
As I looked at her on top of me, it seemed as though this should be the woman that should always be on top of me like this. There should never be a time when I missed this girl. She was so clean and fresh, beautiful, cute, it's hard to give her up.
But I was already preparing myself for giving her up. I'd already made up my mind that sooner or later I'd clear out. I'd spend a day or two with her and then it was the end. That was where it was at. That's what I had every intention of doing.
But now I watched her as she leaned up and back, as she worked on my prick with such style and in such a way that I thought I'd lose my mind completely. The beauty of her movements was indescribable. She moved like a swan just gliding along the water. And yet my prick felt every motion of her body from her twitching kneecap to the hair on her head.
My prick felt the pressure of her loving body. I just can't describe how marvelous this girl was. She was an expert fuck and more than that, she was loving every minute of it.
Just before we were ready to come, I said to her, "You beauty! Where did you get the skill?"
"Oh, Lee," she said. "You bring out the best in me. Nobody that I've ever known has ever turned me on like you do. You just drive me crazy, Lee, I can't help it. I look at you and go wild," she said.
And now she began to move more swiftly. My prick felt the pressure of her cunt clamping down. All of a sudden I began to have an orgasm. She knew it. She wasn't quite ready herself at that point, but it didn't matter.
She squeezed her legs together as hard as she could, pressuring my prick and seeping every drop right up into her cunt. And when I was through, she moved again for her own gain.
Now she was out to have her own orgasm. I kept my prick stiff as long as I could, even though it was a great effort. And then, sure as shooting, she shot.
She dropped her load on top of my prick and finally fell down on top of me, my prick still encased in her cunt.
We kissed each other and held each other and squeezed each other. And we clung tightly and creamed all over each other. Finally she rolled off me as my prick popped out of her pussy.
I lay there and looked at her and said, "You know, you're a devil. You turn me on and light my fire and I'm not gonna forget it."
"You keep saying that," she said. "You ever hear the Shakespearean saying, 'Brutus, you do protesteth too much'? "
"Yes, I recall something like that from high school," I said.
"Well, think about it tomorrow," she said, "when you realize what you said to me. And now I think you've got a job to do," she said.
"What's that?" I asked.
"You've got to screw me between my ass-cheeks like you said before."
"Oh. Well," I said, "you better give me a minute to recover from that last one. I don't know if I'm really ready for that sort of thing yet."
"You better get ready, you bastard," she said as she pulled herself up and kissed my neck again. The minute her warm lips touched my throat, my prick began to rise again. I just couldn't help it, this girl drove me insane. There was really no steady scene for me while she was around. I went crazy all the time.
She bounced all over my body and laughed and slapped playfully at me. I rapped her on the buttocks a few times and she laughed.
Suddenly I jumped up and pushed her down on the bed. I impaled her behind with my prick. It took only a matter of seconds. I still had some of the come from the last orgasm on me, so I shoved my prick deep into that lovely butt of hers. The next thing I knew I was screwing up into that ass-hole and it was tight. It was soft and yielding. And I was saying the wildest things to her.
"You are wild, so beautiful. So good!"
"You are Wild Grass, Lee! You are crazy. I love it!"
I reached around her body and felt her breasts. We blew almost right away after that.
Fucking! What a session it was! Beautiful, beautiful Collette!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Before Colette left for Europe, we promised to see each other in New York. That was our way of telling each other that we weren't going to let it go at that. And yet I was almost sure we'd never see each other again. If I ever wanted a heavy relationship it would be with her, I thought. She was a dynamite chick.
Anyway I had time to spend in Vegas yet, so I went to a place called "The Happy Strippers" at two o'clock in the morning. It was a bawdy looking place, with a bawdy looking chick dancing around on the stage. She stripped well, anyway, and I applauded. She was really an attractive girl, after all. And I was just standing at the bar drinking, idly watching the show.
Later, as I got ready to leave, I noticed that the stripper was sitting at the bar a few seats away from me. Well, it didn't mean much to me. I started to walk.
Then I heard her say, "Oh, Lee!"
I turned around and looked at her.
"Do I know you?" I asked.
"No," she said, "but-uh-I know you."
"I don't understand."
"Well, if you sit on the stool next to me, I might be able to give you a brief, sixty-second explanation."
"Okay," I said. "I'm game."
She was sitting in the bar in a trench coat. I wondered why, but who was I to question her. When a broad like this talks to you, you either decide that you're gonna talk to them or clear out.
"I went to see you do your thing the other night," she said. "I was very impressed. And one of the girls at the table with me seemed to know all of you guys. She mentioned that Lee, the drummer was the leader of the group and the grooviest. And I just saw you sitting out there while I was doing my thing and I thought how totally unimpressed you must be with the fact that I take my clothes off."
"Well," I said, "to be perfectly honest with you, I wasn't impressed one way or the other. My mind wasn't really on what you were doing. If you were doing it for me alone, I might have been impressed, but in a joint ... you know . ... "
"Don't say any more,, " she said, "I understand. No chance of you escorting me home, is there?"
"Hahaha! Chance?" I said. "No, there isn't any chance. It's an absolute guarantee," I said. "I'd be glad to."
"You're kidding!" she said.
"No," I said. "I'll be glad to take you home. It'd be an honor."
"An honor!" she said. "Come on. Don't exaggerate."
I laughed as she finished her drink and jumped off the stool.
"Shall we?" she said.
"Indeed we shall." I put my arm through hers and we walked out. She was so proud to be walking with some kind of legitimate performer.
She put her arms through mine as if she were trying to say, look, this is a guy and he talks to me. It was wild.
She had a fantastically beautiful body. She was a tall chick-five eight, nine-I could say she had this real fantastic red hair. I found out later it wasn't just bottled red hair too.
At any rate, we got into the car and started going. She gave me directions.
We wound up in a little desert development outside of Vegas which was rather nice. And she had her own little pad there.
"Hey," I said, "you got a house of your own."
"Yes," she said, "I certainly do."
"Amazing, that you can afford to live like this. It's great."
"I've even got a swimming pool," she said. "You know, us chicks that drop it for a living make pretty good bread."
"Well, I'm learning new things every day," I said. "I never really contemplated a stripper's salary, but now that you mention it, it looks like you have good reason to make a lot of bread."
"You're sweet," she said. "And you're cute. And you're pretty honest, I like you for it."
"I'm glad you do," I said, "because somehow, you see, I just dig you. I don't see you as a stripper. I see you as a chick."
"Groovy, fella," she said. "I think we have some kind of common ground that we can get along on now."
"I'm sure we do."
"Look ... um, would you come in? I make great cocktails and I have a real pretty fireplace. And you can stay over if you want. I got plenty of guest rooms."
"You know something, Tina? This is a new world," I said. "And if you want, I mean, if we want to go to bed together and there won't be any strain about it. You might want to go to bed with me and I know I want to go to bed with you, so why do we have to go through the whole guest room routine?"
"To be perfectly honest with you," she said, "I haven't really made up my mind whether or not I want to go to bed with you, now. But I certainly know that I can't turn you out into the desert like this. I hate to send you back. And even if I didn't want to go to bed with you, I still want you to sleep over and have breakfast with me."
"You're too much. Okay, I'll sleep over and have breakfast with you. And if you should decide to bestow your favors upon me I'd be delighted to climb into the rack with you anytime."
She laughed and said, "Why are you so willing on such short notice?"
"Because you're pretty," I said, "and appealing, and I like to go to bed with anybody who's pretty and appealing."
"My Lord, you are honest, aren't you?" she said as we walked into her house.
Now this was a startlingly beautiful home. I mean, the decor was fantastic. Every place you walked there were fuck rugs, low slung tables. I mean this was right out of better homes and gardens, baby. Beautiful home she had. And the bar in that living room, man, it was made of some white crazy wood that I never saw before. Driftwood or something, I don't know what it was. But the whole thing was just beautiful, man, just beautiful.
She mixed us up a couple of sours and, baby, I'm not a big time drinker, but whiskey sours-that was one of the most delicious things I ever had in my life. And she turned on some kind of hi-fi and we danced around that living room and man, I tell you, if somebody said they were going to lock the door forever and that's where I'd have to stay, I would not have cried, because it was a good life. And she was so sensuous, man! She moved against me in such a way that I thought I was going to cream my jeans off. I mean really, hahaha, to tell you the truth, I really found it difficult to keep my hard-on out of the way between us.
A couple of times while we were dancing, she spread her legs and made a light grab for it and I almost let her get at it, but I was frankly embarrassed. She was really pleasant.
It seems that we passed away a couple of hours dancing and I got news for you, I sort of liked it. And when we were on our third sour, she said to me, "You know something? I think that, Lee, you've just worn out the carpet. Don't you think it's time we slept? I mean, I dance for a living," she said.
"The other thing is much more strenuous," I said.
"What other thing is that?" she asked.
"I mean, the two of us going to bed together, which I certainly want to do. I'm busting," I said.
"I tell you what," she said. "Let's kiss once and if that works out real well, then let's do the bedroom thing."
"Yeah, nice. I sort of buy that. I like your whole routine. I'll gig with you in one second." I put my drink down and crossed over to where she was standing.
She had changed into some kind of nice white robe since we'd been home. I slipped my arm around her waist and kissed her full on the mouth and felt the heat of her body pressing against mine. Her breasts were free of the bra she had worn when we came in.
I gripped her around the waist. I felt no girdle, nothing, just maybe the rim of a pair of panties. I squeezed her body tight to mine as I looked down at her. She was a beautiful chick and the house was beautiful and she had the fireplace going and the whiskey sours-man! It was like out of a dream. I guess this is one of the big advantages of being a rock and roll cat.
Well, the kiss lasted about five minutes. I squeezed that soft, warm body all the way through it. And then as we broke, she said, "I think this has to be continued in another room, don't you think?"
"I've always felt that way," I said, "but I'm glad you've come around."
She laughed and we went upstairs.
CHAPTER NINE
We went upstairs into the most fashionable bedroom that I had ever seen. Everything was pink and white. Really wild. And she had a round bed-a big, tremendous round bed.
I took a look at that and said, "Oh, baby, ha! This is gonna be theater in the round tonight!"
She smiled at me and said, "I'd like to do something for you, because you're so sweet I want to feather you into submission."
"Feather me into submission?" I asked. "That sounds interesting. How do we do that?"
"Well," she said, "first of all you get all your clothes off and then you lie down on the bed and then I take out feathers that I have and I gently caress your body with the feathers until you can't stand any more. And then you jump on me and rape me."
"Rape you?" I said.
"Well, in a manner of speaking. Let's put it this way: you take me without caution. You don't caution me, you don't converse with me, you just overpower me and in the end I submit. Lovingly."
"I like the part," I said. "Let's get this project under way."
"Okay," she said. "Just stand there and let me take your clothes off."
I let her unbutton my jacket and pull it from me. I was so fucking formal I forgot to take it off downstairs. Then she unbuttoned my shirt. As she unbuttoned each button, she slid her hand in and caressed whatever she could reach. My chest first, then my stomach.
And when she pulled the shirt from my pants, she slid her hand down there and grabbed my prick real fast. She gave it a quick twist and came out again and said, "Honey, I just wanted to see that your equipment was functioning properly."
I laughed at her. She was so weird, you know? like, you don't run into this every day.
And now, she began to unbuckle my pants. She struggled and got my tee shirt off. She let my pants drop on the floor and then she pushed me back on the bed and I sat down.
She took off my shoes and then my pants and then she said, "Would you stand up for a moment? I want to take off the last of your clothes and see your treasure."
"Be my guest, baby, be my guest."
And now she pulled my jockey shorts down.
My dong just hung there, standing at full mast.
She turned the lights down low and left on just one single lamp near the bed. She took the sash from her robe and let it loosen about her body. I could see that she was wearing black silk panties and that was it.
She went to the drawer of her dresser and pulled out two long feathers. Then she went to the night table drawer and pulled out two more long feathers. She took two in each hand.
As she began to rub them all over my body, I was surprised to find how much I could be driven insane by these simple things. Yet, I had to admit, she was driving me absolutely insane.
How she was doing it was absolutely beyond belief.
She ran them up and down my body over my tits and balls and she passed them lightly through the crack in my ass, around the tip of my prick and up around my neck, my ears and my eyes. She talked to me as she did all this.
"Oh, look at that beautiful dong," she said as she touched my prick with a feather.
"You know, I really think I will rape you," I said.
"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it," she said. "But please don't wait too long."
Now she took all four feathers together and played around my crotch area. She was truly an expert with them. And I mean to say that she really did a good job. She was a fantastically light-handed woman with those feathers. She brushed them over my prick just enough to excite them and not enough to make them do anything more than stay excited.
Wow, man! Right on down to the feet and my ankles, the insides of my thighs, and my ass-hole. Everything she touched, every place, sent shivers of excitement up and down my spine.
Finally I said, "The hell with this!" And I stood up, pulled the feathers from her hands, threw the robe off of her, grabbed her by the waist, and squeezed her big breasts in my hands.
I pressed my lips down on hers and we kissed a warm, open-mouthed kiss, our tongues mixing.
Then I pushed her down on the bed. I spread her legs as I pulled the panties off her and shoved my prick between her legs.
She looked at it and said, "Oh, Lee, please, softly, don't be rough with me."
I pushed my prick into her body. Inch by inch I moved it in. She moaned and groaned and made' sounds that were most attractive. That I must say. I liked watching her face, her eyes opening and closing, her mouth open and hungry for the sex that I was giving her.
I was raised up over her and her legs were up straight in the air and she received my fuck as though she had been waiting for it all her life. And I mean to say it was a fuck and a half. It took us a good ten or fifteen minutes to reach the peak.
And as we reached our crisis, she said my name over and over again.
"Lee, Lee, Lee ... oh, my word, it feels so good, Lee. You have no idea how good it feels! It is so, so, so magnificent! Truly beautiful. Lee, it's beyond belief. I truly love it, truly."
"Well, Tina, I'm glad you do," I said as I whammed my prick into her for the last time. And the juice began to flow.
I sucked on her breast as we came together. My mouth was full of her beautiful pink nipple. And when it was over, I rolled over and said, "Well, the feathers are fair, baby, but I have a better way."
"Okay, it's your turn," she said. "So on with your way."
"Okay," I said, "but it's probably something new for you, like your feather treatment was for me."
"Okay," she said, "I'm always willing to learn."
"Turn over," I said.
She lay down on her stomach, her beautiful cheeks sticking up in all their pinkish-white glory.
Now I bent down to her body. I rubbed each cheek of her ass gently with my hand. I pushed my finger in and out of her ass-hole on occasion as I stroked along her ass cheeks.
Then I spread the cheeks of her ass wide and I bent down onto the bed. I shoved my tongue between her cheeks. I started to lick that most magnificent of holes that I knew was buried between those two luscious hills.
As I licked at her ass I heard her moaning. Immediately, the moment my tongue touched the tip of her bumhole, she went crazy. The more I sucked at her ass, the more crazy she went.
Time went by, but it seemed like moments only to me and to her. But time truly was going by and she didn't want me to stop that. She was enjoying it much too much. But finally, as I licked at her ass-hole, she couldn't take it any more and she yelled to me, "Fuck me, darling! Right away! I don't care!"
"I'll stuff your cunt," I said, "and then maybe we'll switch over to the other side."
She rolled onto her back and once again I entered her cunt. This time it was warm and moist and ready for me much more so than the last time.
We were getting used to each other and the workings of our bodies. We were digging it, man, digging it!
Now as I entered her cunt, she immediately began to fuck, move her body back and forth.
"Oh, give it to me good this time, honey. Give it to me hard and good. I love it!"
We fucked like that for about three minutes. I withdrew my prick. I lifted her ass by the buttocks. I shoved my prick into her ass-hole. She was still on her back and it shook her up, boy. Her cheeks were parted by my great dong and she was excited. It didn't look like it was a common occurrence for her, because she reacted in a very strange way.
She immediately began to cry out in agony as though somebody were marauding her. This was what she wanted. This was what she meant before when she said rape.
I pushed as hard as I could until I had my whole prick buried to the hilt in her ass. As I moved up and back, she went crazy. Her cunt was right in front of me. I fingered the silky red hair.
Without too much effort, I blew my load in her ass. She blew her load in my hand and it was a great scene-really nice. We went on for quite some time like that and in the morning, the beauty of the whole place overwhelmed me as the sun rose.
As I pulled away from the house later on in the morning, I thought what a shame it was that Tina and I couldn't have spent more time together. But I'd had enough of Tina. Great as she was, I couldn't get Colette out of my mind.
I just headed back for my hotel. I'd had enough. As I drove along, I thought to myself that my life was becoming a drag. I'd made a lot of bread, but I didn't have time to really spend it and enjoy it. I was vagabonding and fucking and screwing and that was all. Living out of a suitcase was no fun, but the fucking was the only good part of it.
I hadn't been doing it that long, but I imagined that the group would not be fortunate enough to last very much longer so I figured I would take what I could get for as long as I could get it. I'd be happy with it.
Now, as I pulled up in front of the hotel in my car, it must have been about seven in the morning. I took the elevator up and as I went past Rico's room, I heard noises-like lots of people noises.
I thought to myself, maybe I should go in. Maybe there's something. ... I tried the door, but it was locked. As I walked away and started heading for my room down the hall, I heard somebody say, "Who goes there?"
I walked back and said, "It's Lee. Hey, Rico! Lee's here."
"Come on in, jerk!" he yelled back.
I went back down the hall. What the hell were they doing at this hour of the morning.
The door swung open and I entered the room.
Fuck! The smell of marijuana hit me right in the face. It was as though I had walked into an opium den or something.
I walked inside into this great bit hotel room set-up. This whole entire monstrous room was filled with at least twenty people. Fifteen of them were girls. The others were-you guessed it: Ernie, Joe, Dom, and of course, Rico. And there was one other cat. The rest were all girls. And there were sticks all over the place. Everybody was huffing and puffing and turning on.
It was a beautiful scene.
"Line up, man," Rico said.
"Yeah, man, give me a joint so I can turn on," I said.
Rico flipped me a pack of grass. I sat in a corner and rolled a joint. I took a few drags on it and felt myself going up. I checked out the chicks in the room.
A little honey blonde approached me and said, "You're the drummer, aren't you, Lee?"
"Yeah, that's right, girl. I'm the drummer. True."
"I bet you're the best member of the group. You've got more rhythm than anybody in the world."
"Well, I got rhythm," I said, "but I don't know if it's as good as Rico's."
The next thing I knew, my crotch was being handled. Now, that was an interesting development at this hour of the morning. I reached out and grabbed the chick by the ass underneath her skirt. She was adorable. Maybe sixteen or seventeen. I don't know what the hell she was doing there in the first place. I handled her ass and felt her silky panties.
I felt her crotch. The entire crotch of her panties was wet.
"What did you do?" I said.
"Me? No," she said, "silly! That's come. I've been so excited that I've been dripping like crazy. Listen, is there anything you can do for me?"
"There's a lot I can do for you, honey, but there's a lot of people here."
"I don't care," she said.
"Okay," I said. "I'll tell you what. Stand up."
The girl obeyed me. Of course, both of us were freaked out this morning.
"Now put your hands against the wall and bend over."
She did that real nice. She was at a complete right angle. And now I lifted up her skirt and flipped it up over her waist. I simply pulled down her silky panties and dropped them to the floor.
I parted the cheeks of her ass and stuck my finger into her cunt as I undid my fly. I whipped my prick out without taking off any of my clothes. This was going to be a cold-blooded fuck.
I inserted my dong into that magnificently young and tight, hot pussy, much different from the well-trained pussy I had just come from.
And I began to pump away at her. She just stood there, her breasts hanging down toward the floor. She looked over her back at me.
"My, honey," she said, "you do fuck good. They're right about drummers, you see."
I kept banging away and didn't listen much to what she was saying. I reached underneath her and grabbed her tits. At one point I thought I had her hanging in mid-air as I fucked, she was so excited.
I banged away hard at her. With each stroke of my cock, I sent her into wild spasms of joy. She knew she was working up to a beautiful come right there in front of everybody. I was delighted with the whole freaky scene.
She was good. She had a nice little box that felt real good to me as I'm sure my prick felt to her. The minute I finished fucking her, she fell onto the floor and started rolling on the floor.
I followed her down. At seven thirty in the morning, too. You don't do this sort of thing every day, you know, turning on and all.
CHAPTER TEN
As I lay there on the floor blowing grass, I began to feel a little bit more like our name. Wild Grass.
Everything was groovy again. Now all the guys sat down on the floor, blowing grass.
The chick has been quite a nice young piece there. She was still, now, and a satisfied smile was on her face. I shoved my pecker back in my pants.
She was stroking my thigh, saying how beautiful my cock was. I wasn't saying a hell of a lot, because I was feeling pretty good and if some chick wants to lie in my lap, I just want to enjoy it.
There were so many chicks in that room that I became even more turned on.
One of the guys had gone to the bed, and was screwing somebody. Some guy or some chickI couldn't seen clearly through my half-shut eyes-was on the bed behind them doing something.
Some chick had taken my prick out of my pants and began eating it. I was flying high now. I felt as if I would cream at any given moment. I seemed to me that my mind was cloudy as hell, but I was enjoying the scene to the hilt. I don't recall the words that were said, but I do recall her saying something and then going on. More chicks crawled over me.
Then I began to blow my load. As I ejaculated into her mouth, she removed her lips from my prick and began to jerk me off so that the shots of come went up into the air and came down over my body.
As that happened, several people reached down to grab a couple of drops as they shot from my prick, and I was hysterical as they did. this. Then all of a sudden, two or three chicks dropped on top of me. One of them sat on my face, and I began to suck on her cunt. I was now in the last stages of ejaculating the sperm that had gotten everybody worked up. The other chick decided to fuck me anyway. She was going to make sure that I never lost my hard-on even though I had just shot a quart of juice. .
I have to tell you, she did a damn good job, too, because I never did lose that hard-on. It was standing tall when she mounted it, and she managed, to get it hot enough to suck, but good! And I tell you man-boy, did she do some good job!
Between the one on my face and the one on my cock, I felt something happening to me, for sure. Something was happening to my ass, but I wasn't sure what it was. Something was inside of my ass-hole, swinging like crazy.
I suppose somebody's finger was there, but it felt so good, I wasn't going to question it. Man, I was bopping like crazy. Oh, I was in bad shape. You know, my mind was in real bad shape, but I loved it.
I kept licking the chick's cunt. It tasted young and small and tight, and hot. I mean, I was sucking away at it. I was so wild, I didn't know what I was doing. And I felt my ass being lifted from the floor and held up somehow. Then there was a tongue up my ass.
Now, I really felt wild. There was a cunt working on my prick, a tongue up my ass, and my face was buried in another pussy. And then, as I did all this, somebody grabbed my hand and shoved it in another cunt. I was now fingerfucking some chick with one hand and my other hand-well, that was up someone's ass. I hoped it was a girl's.
From the smoothness of the skin, it felt like it was hot, although to tell you the truth, at that point, I really didn't care. But I began to finger that ass-hole. So there as an ass-hole on my hand, a cunt on my hand, a cunt on my prick, somebody licking up my ass-hole, and I was eating pussy. If this wasn't the supreme usage of the male body, I'd like to know what the hell is.
Man, I was connected to five people. It was fabulous. Actually six people. And what a wild connection is was, too. Boy, I tell you, what a bunch of excited maniacs we were. Really crazy, way-out clowns.
All of a sudden, in a few minutes, I felt the chick on my face beginning to come. She was really starting to blow her juice.
When I felt that cream coming down, man, I started to "suck ten times faster. Oh, it was delicious, that young, little pussy. At one point, she got so excited, that she moved a lot and her ass-hole wound up on top of my face.
I have to admit it was good-really good!
The next thing that happened was the chick on my prick had me coming. Man, I went wild. I bounced up and down on the floor and yelled and raised hell. I let go of another load, the tongue in my ass finally slid out and the cunt on my hand was coming.
Everybody was blasting off there in a matter of seconds together. If you've never been to a big bang-party like this one, you don't know what you're missing man. After that I rolled over on my stomach and tried to get some sleep.
But that was useless. Some chick was on top of my ass, shoving her finger up there, and whispering in my ear the most wild and insane vulgarities I've ever heard. Hahaha! I loved every second of it.
Finally, I rolled over on my back. She pulled her finger from my ass and grabbed hold of my prick. She began to jerk me off. I reached up for her neck and kissed her mouth. Her lips pressed down on mine and her tongue entered my mouth real deep. She squirmed all over me. She felt like a rubbery little willow tree with all kinds of soft points sticking out. Man, a pussywillow.
I grabbed her breasts and squeezed them. I pressed her body hard against mine. Finally we locked together from the bottom, and with my prick up her cunt, we began to jump up and down on the floor, if that's possible. Finally, we stood up, connected together, and I rammed her into the corner of the room. I started to fuck her standing against the wall. She flipped her legs up and now she was completely off the floor, her legs crossed around my waist. Her back was pressed against the wall, her legs were around my waist, and her arms were around my neck. The only thing connecting her was my prick up her cunt.
I banged as hard as I could. I almost banged her into the wall. And after awhile, I grabbed her tits and said, "You better blow your rocks off, baby. Enjoy yourself now, because any second now, you're gonna wind up in the next apartment. I'm gonna screw you till your ears come off."
Speaking of that, she reached up and gave a yank on my ears. I reached my hand to one side, and gave her a smack on the rear end. Just as I did, the two of us began our orgasms. Blast after blast of juice.
And when we were through, she slid down my body, and put her feet on the floor. She stood there with her arms around my neck, and said, "Let's go to bed, baby."
"Where?" I said. "Are you kidding?"
"There's only four people on the bed now. There's room for another two. Let's go."
We jumped on that bed, and something like what happened before started happening again. People were grabbing my arms, my legs, my cock, my tits, I was going wild. I reached up and grabbed the first pair of boobs that hung over me. I squeezed them and pulled them down on top of me.
Talk about fucking and sucking. I buried my prick in one ass, one cunt, between somebody's legs, and then between somebody's tits. By the time I was through, it must have been ten o'clock in the morning. All of us were tired out. We were stoned. We were lying there.
Then all of a sudden, my sweetheart and buddy-boy Ernie, stood up on the bed, and said, "All right, kitty-cats, we all gotta get some rest. So this is the five-minute warning buzzer. In five minutes all of you are gonna have to get the hell out of here, okay?"
I was pissed off at Ernie for that. In all the drug atmosphere in the room, everybody was hypersensitive. The party was getting ready to end. I guess that we were running out of joints, anyhow, not that that would have made much difference at that point.
It just pissed me off. I mean, here we were making out like mad, and some cat stands up and announces that the party is over. Man, that was too much. I didn't realize the impact of it until he threw all those chicks out of there.
When they finally left, I asked Rico where the hell he found all those groupies.
"Crazy Joe and me just crashed a party and picked 'em all up, man," he said. "Everybody started blowin' joints, man, and the next thing we knew we were high as kites and goofin' like mad. Hahaha! That was about three in the morning."
"You guys are crazy," I said. "You pull a thing like this with the hotel manager so close by. What, are you sick?"
"No man, we ain't sick. Man, what you don't understand is that I paid that cat a hundred bucks last night and I told him that no matter what the hell happened, he was to stay the hell out, you know. Cool. I told him we were gonna blow a little joint and all. He was pretty white about it, but he said okay as long as everybody was out before noon, because of the rest of the customers and all that crap."
"Ahh, you guys are nuts," I said. "I'm going back to sleep."
"Where'd you wind up, man?"
"Oh, I wound up in some strip joint and picked up a stripper. Went to a beautiful pad out of town on the desert. I had fun, you know. It was a groovy thing."
When I got back to my room, I noticed I was walking a little slow, so I took a look at my dong. To say that it was a little red was an understatement. My prick was as red as a beet. It looked like a cherry lollipop. That was how they had handled it, anyhow.
Now I took my clothes off. I figured, you know, that was a beautiful party. I tried to think back on all the chicks. It wasn't easy. And I remembered Tina. She was the night before. That was a long time ago-fogsville, man. I remembered her, the good-looking redhead. I had a lot of fun with her.
As red as my cock was, it began to get stiff as I thought about her. Real sexy chick, I remembered, and she was good.
But more than ever now, Colette was on my mind, and I couldn't wait to fly back to New York because in two more weeks we'd be there together. The thought of it drove me wild.
Man, I could spend the rest of my life with a chick like that. The only problem would be finding out about it. That would take time. I wasn't sure we were gonna be able to take the time. We were booked pretty solid. But maybe we should travel or something. I really couldn't handle it. My mind was really fucked up.
You know, when you think about a chick for that long, that hard, it's a dynamic way to make sure you take the time to see her. Maybe she'd give up her career. I don't know. Some chicks might do that. Or maybe I'd give up mine. I don't know. Anyway, I didn't need her.
As I thought of sacking out, the phone rang. I was now about eleven-thirty. It was Tina.
"Oh, hello, beautiful. How are you?"
"Hi, baby. I called to say hello. And ask you something. Are you going to see me again?" she asked.
"Well, I got two more days in Vegas."
"I didn't ask you how many days you got in Vegas," she said. "Are you going to see me again?"
"Okay, then, tonight. I'll pick you up after work."
"Okay," she said. "I get off at three."
"Okay, I'll pick you up at three."
"I love you. Goodbye."
"Goodbye, baby."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When we got back to New York, the band was invited to a private party. And when I say invited, we were-to the tune of five hundred dollars apiece to play that Scarsdale scene, which was usually pretty wild stuff. I'd known some other guys that played some of the gigs. The guys were most anxious to take it on, so we dropped the first half of the club date just to get this Saturday night gig. Of course, the bread was big.
All of us were pretty excited, because the chick spread was usually great, a lot of broads, even married chicks. It was a wild scene. You didn't know where the hell you were going to wind up.
Of course, Rico and I, in preparation, were talking about just how much action we could put up with during the course of an evening. As it turned out, we decided to go until we were exhausted.
You know, when you have five guys for five hundred dollars apiece, that's twenty-five hundred bucks-you expect some music. So we decided we'd begin the gig at about nine-thirty and whenever it was over, well that was the end of the party. These things usually went to two, four, five in the morning.
In anticipation of this great gig, we bought ourselves new outfits. We were due for a new change. We got these great, groovy, blue double-breasted suits with silky-type powder blue shirts and the black ties. Really, something else. Groovy shoes. And there we were. We were, you know, Wild Grass, just back from Vegas. Whole big thing.
We were good in Vegas. We'd made a lot of bread for the guy out there. He was happy. He booked us for another two months from now, and we were happy about that. The band was coming along well. We were making a lot of bread, and we were spending a lot of bread. And the trip was that somebody wanted to buy a Rolls-Royce because we were going to be like The Beatles and stuff. I think it was Joe got the idea for the Rolls-Royce.
Joe was really serious, and he had to go, like, Rolls-Royce shopping. Of course, nobody wanted to do that, because once you get into one of those things and drive it, you're hooked. We were afraid we'd wind up with five Rolls-Royces. So, while Joe went Rolls-Royce shopping, I took a drive up to Scarsdale in my little Mercedes. I wanted to look the place over and see what kind of a setup it would be. And they were very nice with the butlers and the maids and the whole thing. The horseshoe driveway, you know, a mile each way.
The guy really had some property up there, a really beautiful home. The room was great. It was about eighty feet long, actually the biggest room I've ever seen in a home. It was about twenty-five, thirty feet wide. It was a big, long, hallway-type place. I looked for a band setup spot.
The guy said, "Anywhere you want. We'll decorate around you." It was a catered affair. While I'm there, looking the room over, this chick shows up. She said, "Who are you, sir?"
I looked at her. She was in her twenties, beautiful-a blonde, about five-four. A little on the shy side. But she was very pretty and very built. And she looked very rich.
I said, "My name is Lee."
"Lee. You look familiar, Lee."
"Well, I'm with Wild Grass."
"Oh, the rock 'n' roll band. That's the grooviest."
Of course. I forgot that this was one of my employers. I said, "So are you."
She smiled. "Oh, groovy. You're the drummer," she said.
"You know, you're right. I am. I confess."
"Are you the leader, also?" she asked.
"Yeah, I represent the band, right. I don't think we have a leader. We don't like to use that word. It leads to arguments."
"Well, great, Lee. Are you guys going to come out a little early, or are you going to be here when it starts?"
"Well, we'll play from nine-thirty, which means that we'll get here about seven-thirty, eight. We'll be set up by about eight-thirty, or something like that. Then we like to leave. We'll be back at nine twenty-five."
"Oh, you're so professional. I can't believe it. In other words, your stuff will be up when the guests arrive, is that it?"
"Well, that's one major reason we play it that way. To give the guests an hour of not watching a guy with cases and drums and bing-bing-that kind of thing."
"Is that your 280-SL outside?" she asked.
"Indeed it is. Indeed it is. Yes."
"Look, my name is Rene. My Daddy is the man that hired you. And, boy, I sure would dig going for a ride with one of the Wild-" I mean, you're going to be here tonight, but I'll probably not even get a chance to talk to you, because you'll be so busy being kissed and smothered. Can I, like, have you foryou know, would you take me for a drive to Scarsdale in that thing with the top down? Can I really?"
"I can take you for a ride, if you want. I'm just about ready to leave anyhow. I was sort of laying out where we are going to be at, so we won't have to bother anybody when we come in. Well just get set, you know."
"Great," she said. "I just want a ride. It's so beautiful. I love that car."
"Why don't you hit Daddy up for one? He can probably spring for it."
"Daddy is not the type of man that just springs for something. I have a car, and I will keep it for at least one year, probably two. And if I change my mind, I'm going to get hit in the mouth. That's what Daddy says."
"What kind of a car do you have."
"An XKE," she said.
"I should have known. Okay, come on." We ran from the house. "Rene, let's not have a whole romantic thing."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, you're pretty, and I could really, like-forget it. You're too pretty. Be unfriendly, okay?"
We jumped in the car. She laughed at me. She had on a very short skirt, and a blouse that was open at the first three buttons. I could see inside. It looked good. Not big, good.
As we drove along, the wind whipped through that pretty blonde hair. She crossed her legs and they were all there. As a matter-of-fact, her skirt edged up a little further because of the wind, and there was no end to those legs. They were pretty.
I reached for the gear shift, and as I did, she grabbed my hand and she shifted for me. At the same time, she put her hand on my thigh.
"Ahh, Rene, if we could just avoid having this thing." I said.
"No, we can't Lee. Don't fall in love with me. Just treat me like you dig me. I'm not asking you to get involved. I mean, be nice."
"You're crazy, baby."
I headed for the backwoods, because one thing I knew was how to get around that damn county. I crossed a few funny little bridges, and I was up in Putnam. I kept going. It was early. It was beautiful.
I pulled into the hiking path parking lot, and stopped the car and turned off the keys. I turned my head toward her and I said, "If you tease me, I'll get mad. If you come across, I think I'll get sad. So why don't we just be friends?"
"That's all I want to do," she said. "I just want to be friends."
We jumped out of the car, and walked down one of the paths. We walked for a good fifteen minutes, until we were nicely in the woods. We made a left turn to nowhere. We climbed a small cliff, and now we could look out over the woods, and see the trees.
She put her hand into mine, as we sat on the ground. "Are you a free spirit, or are you hung into that whole rock scene?"
"Well, we all like to think of ourselves as free spirits," I said. "I don't know if I'd call myself a free spirit. I try to swing as best I can without causing any grief, but I met a chick and I think I dig her. I may stop being a free spirit soon."
"But now you are. You're free. Would you do something for me if I asked you?"
"I might."
"I don't want that kind of an answer. I want to know if you'll do it."
"I may not. I can't guarantee it."
"You're not daring, are you?" she said.
"No, but I can get bored with this kind of conversation rather rapidly."
"I want you to make love to me. Here. Now."
"I have the feeling I can comply with that request," I said.
"Please, take me. And don't be gentle. Just take me," she said. "I'm going to like it because you're pretty, and I like you."
"First time a chick ever called me pretty." I opened the rest of her blouse, pulling it away from her short skirt to put my hand under the skirt. I pressed her back onto the grass, and pushed my lips against her young lips.
We kissed under the warm sun. I think it was one of the greatest feelings I ever had, because of the idea of making it out in the open. I hadn't done it in years.
I felt her warm breasts under the blouse.
On thing I had failed to notice when we drove out was that there was no bra-just a perfectly erect pair of pink-nippled breasts. Just lovely. A flat, warm stomach which I was feeling with the hand I had under that short, almost nonexistent skirt. She wore only a pair of silk bikini panties under the skirt.
I had those out of the way in seconds. I found the soft, blonde moss of her pussy, and the yielding flesh inside her thighs. Really nice.
I placed one of my fingers at the entrance of her hot little cave, and I began to caress it gently. I felt the clitoris standing tall and ready for action. The inside of her cunt was silky smooth and warm. Kissing smooth, I think the expression is.
I pushed the skirt up gently. She slid out of the blouse. She was a beautiful girl, a cream, fresh, beautiful girl. And yet she was a bit of a devil. When I went to kiss her, she pulled my head down real fast and bit me on the earlobe.
Something a little new for me-a young imp out in the fresh air. My Mercedes was paying off. Or maybe it was just my prick. Couldn't really tell.
As I placed my head on her chest, and began to kiss her breasts, she went absolutely wild. Her long fingers ran through my hair and pulled it, almost to the point of pain. Then she dug her fingers hard into my head and began to scratch my scalp and my neck. She kissed me once again, longer this time, and with more vigor than I expected.
It wasn't long before I was lost. I was kissing her whole body from head to toe. I unzipped the skirt and pulled that off. It was the only remaining obstacle.
Now I kissed her flat stomach and used my lips around her belly button. Then I applied my tongue to the lower part of the groin. She went crazy. She knew she was really going to have love made to her.
My mouth rolled all over the lower part of her body. I spread the lips. She went absolutely crazy. She bounced up and down on those leaves as if it were a bed.
Man, I kissed and sucked, because the softness, the freshness of her body was so dewy delicious. Finally, finally, she reached for my prick. She unzipped the fly, and put her hand in there, and whipped my dong out. She played with it as best she could, but she didn't really have much interest in that. She was ready for the real thing.
I had worked her up to such excitation, she didn't have a chance to work on me. Well, I figured next time around, I'd let her start up.
I quickly took off my clothes, and jumped on top of her. I inserted my prick in her cunt and in moments we were swinging, swinging wide and swinging hard, digging it.
I kissed her and somehow it was different from the average chick I was used to. The average chick was some kind of groupie or nut who was drunk or high on pot. But this was clean, man. Not a drink in either one of us. Not a bit of drugs. No trips, no nothing. Just plain, fresh sex. And I tell you, it was nice.
As I pulled my prick in and out of that magnificent cunt, I realized that there were still things left in the world that were clean, fresh-things that I could dig. I wondered how long I would stick with Wild Grass before I'd get fed up with the noise and the depressing atmosphere, and the rest of it.
Well, I guess until the next time I get back into it, because when you're there it's too much. Nobody can ever describe what it's like to be a musician in the middle of all the attention and the fun and the swinging times you have. And the sexy situations you get into. There's just no substitute for it. It's a great scene, and you have to have been in that scene to understand it.
Well, we finished finally. Hahaha! I say finally, because we were doing some slow, torturous things. And when I got through laying this chick, I relaxed on my back nicely. She leaned on one elbow over me and said, "That was nice, Lee. Can I blow you, just to make you feel like I appreciate what you did for me?"
"Hey, come on. We're good for each other."
"Well, you made me feel like some kind of a beautiful instrument being played by a real artist. And I want to do it for you.'.
"Well, if you feel it's necessary, go ahead," I said.
She bent down and licked my body from top to bottom. You talk about a trip around the world-this chick was an artist. Down my thighs, down my knees and my ankles, back up again, on the insides of my calf and then up my thigh. Under my balls, and she slipped one of her long fingers into my ass-hole as she licked at my balls.
She finally captured my prick in her mouth. She sucked at it with long, torturous strokes that seemed to take forever for her to travel from the root to the tip. And when she got there, she did a little twist thing with her hands that drove me crazy.
I don't think it was four minutes, baby, and I was blasting sperm into her mouth. She sucked it all the way. Every drop. And when she was through, she jumped on top of me with her elastic-like body.
She kissed my mouth and said, "Had enough, darling?"
"Baby, I don't think I can ever get enough of you. But I'll tell you one thing: we've had enough. Get your damned clothes on before a forest ranger finds us and I'll see you tonight."
"Aren't you gonna take me home?" she said.
"That's very funny," I said.
We hit the road at about a hundred. I dropped her off. She looked so sweet and healthy, and just as clean as before.
As I drove away from there, I said, "Humph! I oughta marry one of them instead of doing what I'm gonna do. Which is stupid, but I'm gonna do it."
The more I thought about what I had done, the more I thought about Colette. I'm afraid it was one of those things. Oh, yeah, there was more with Rene that night, or Reenee, as she pronounced it. But it didn't change anything.
The party was a gas, the money was good, the chick was great. But two weeks later, I was standing on the docks.
CHAPTER TWELVE
As I looked on the deck of the "France," I saw her. She looked great-better than ever.
As she came down the gangplank, I just stood there and looked at her. She was yelling all the way.
"Lee! Lee! Over here! Oh, Lee!"
You know what it's like to be away from somebody that you care about for a long time.
We threw our arms around each other, and I said her name about fifteen times.
We kissed right there. People were applauding around us, it was such a wild embrace.
We jumped into my car and took off.
"The Waldorf, baby. We're staying in the Waldorf tonight."
"Oh, Lee, you're so silly. We don't have to spend that kind of money," she said.
"Look, baby, forget the money. All I care about is that you and I are gonna be alone. When's your next gig?"
"I cancelled everything and made no plans," she said. "I think you and I ought to spend some time together. I missed you terribly."
"I think that makes two of us," I said.
And spend time together we did. I had taken a suite in the Waldorf, and I had planned to stay there for two days. We walked in, and I took her bags from the porter, and said, "Thanks a lot, pal," throwing him a buck. Then I closed the door.
I turned around to her and said, "Do you know, baby, we are so alone up here, that nobody could do anything to bother us? Take your jacket off."
She threw her jacket aside. She looked very smart in a short-sleeved, light sweater and a black skirt. Dynamite! Those great legs, that great dark hair, those blue eyes, those boobs that I remembered so well.
We were in each others' arms like animals. We tore each others' clothing off like animals. Cats or-you know-something like that.
When I had her in my arms, she said, "Oh, shit, Lee, fuck me. Fuck me! Quick! I don't want to wait. I don't ever want to be away from you again. I remember the size of your prick inside my cunt. I remember the smell of your cologne, the muscles in your arms and the way you're back feels when it's on top of me. I couldn't get you out of my mind. I went so far as to almost fuck a Frenchman to try to get rid of my hunger for you."
"Well," I yawned, "that's pretty flattering."
"I plan to flatter you," she said.
I reached down for her box. I pushed her back on the bed, and we rolled all over the place. She leaned over me and let those boobs hang in my face.
First I kissed one nipple, and then she switched over so I could kiss the other. She hung them over me, and I couldn't help it. I just pressed my lips against the pink softness that I knew was mine. Man, what a great smelling chick, what a great looking chick.
Finally, I rolled on top of her. I lifted her legs up and put them on my shoulders. She was so beautiful. I placed my prick between her legs, and I shoved all twelve inches into her magnificent hot hole, that I knew was there. And as I did, she said, "That's what I've been waiting for, darling. Now I know I'm home."
She squeezed her legs around my head, and damn near choked me. I mean those calves pressing together so hard can be rough, but I kept right on fucking her
I reached down, and squeezed those tits. And when she came, she cried and those tears flowed.
I looked down at her and said, "Remember baby, nobody can do that like us."
"I don't care," she said. "Just fuck me, Lee, fuck me!"
And fuck her I did, man, all day, all night, without hesitation. I porked that woman so beautifully because we were just made for each other. After our first screw, she sat on my face and I ate that box like it was breakfast. Then I got on her shoulders and shoved my prick down her throat and made her eat me. Then we headed for the shower together. We were in there an hour before we ran out of hot water.
We fucked and sucked and screwed. It was a regular sex-fest. And when it was over, we went to sleep.
We got up the next morning. I looked at her, and asked her if she was ready to get married.
She smiled at me and said, "Ask me tomorrow morning."
So forty eight hours later me and that delicious pussy were married.
There wasn't a hell of a lot of fanfare or anything like that but my band showed up and. we played like we never played before.
She got off on that funky, far out and groovy wedding. It was a real hip wedding and all the guests were hip and cool.
That was the most fun of all.
The fact that they were hip and groovy and cool more than made up for the fact that I was getting married, a very unhip thing to do these days.
But I had fun and so did she.
I gave up the music business in a way.
I stopped playing with the band but got into managing and producing acts and that made things all right with me.
I was still close to my music and I was still into all the groovy sounds that people were making.
But this time I made more money at it than just playing.
It was pretty much of all right with me and it was the same way with her.
I know that from now on all the things that
I need to have will be at my fingertips.
She is a wonderful girl and my life now is just a bowl of cherries. There's nothing wrong with life. I feel very happy.
