Pete drove the Mustang to Lou's Garage. He stopped once, at a pay phone to tell Lou he was coming. Lou said he'd open the alley door. "Tap the horn once..,"
Inside, Lou inspected the heap and counted out fifty. In a couple of days the car would have new numbers, new papers and new paint-and be worth a hell of a lot more than the lousy fifty Lou was paying him.
He took the El back to Manhattan, thinking about the girl's pussy. He didn't even know her name. And he had to stop thinking about how she'd panted; it was giving him a hard-on.
Lilli was watching a late show on TV. "Where the fuck you been?" "Get off my back____________________ " He went in for a bottle.
She followed him. Lilli was a lithe, wriggling handful of raw sex. She came to life when you pushed her button. She was dark as the inside of a cunt, with a lush mouth, a wide mouth, and tits like honey. Most tits had little taste, but Lilli's seemed to have. She watched him pour out a highball.
He said,"I found a car and took it to Lou's." She said, "You smell like pussy." "OK, so there was a girl in the car." Lilli wasn't too jealous.
She came up close, licked his lips. Her hand zipped him down in a flash and she snaked in and flicked his cock out. Both her hands held it. "You've been screwing something."
"I told you. There was a coozie in the car." He sipped the drink, watching her. Cute as hell. The world's greatest cocksucker, bar none. She had light brown eyes, big and lustrous. A nice oval face, the kind you see on magazine covers; and a long wet tongue. She could wrap a tongue around a cock and hang on like a monkey hangs onto a tree.
"You're not kidding? There was a girl?"
He shrugged. "Yeh." She was handling the cock, getting it stiff too. "I s'pose you fucked her ass off?"
"Yeah."
"What'd you do with her then?"
Pete patted her titties. "Don't worry, I didn't hurt her. I left her there and took her car to Lou's, that's all."
Lilli bit her lip, her forehead furrowed. "Jesus, that might be bad, honey. They could fry you for rape in this state."
"She liked it…"
"Til bet she did. But it's still rape." Lilli looked worried. The cock was hard as hell now and she was fondling it lovingly. She bent down and kissed the end of it. "Did lil Putzie have a good time pokin* in some girl's pussy?"
"He had a great time,"- Pete said. "He couldn't help it, cutie. This broad come out to the car just as I was about to hotwire it… an' she was half naked, you know, tits hanging out and skirt to her crack. She was askin' for it."
"Um, yummm," Lilli said. Her mouth was around the prick, sucking hard, tongue bathing the knob of it. She rose reluctantly and pulled him by the prick toward the living room.
He went in and sat, placing the bottle near at hand. He opened his knees wide and Lilli slid down in front of him, eyes very bright, lips parted, both hands smoothing his open fly so the hard cock stood up-a nice throbbing ramrod.
She licked his cock. "Honey, you can't fuck every dame you see."
"So who tries? This dame practically come out and spread her legs and says, 'Put it in me'."
Lilli shrugged. She bent the dick toward her and took more than half of it into her mouth, squeezing it with her lips. She bobbed her head up and down over it for a full minute while he lit a cigarette and watched her. Then she began to lick the underside of it. "We ought to get the hell out of town."
Pete thought of Lefty out on the coast.
She said, "We've been talking about getting out, huh?"
"Yeah," he said. He sipped the drink. If that goddamn cunt really was the daughter of a cop… he writhed because Lilli was tonguing him with her special lover action.
"Did she do this?"
"Huh?" He shook his head. "Hell no, cutie. I told you. I tossed a fast fuck into her and beat it."
She massaged the dick with her lips and made him writhe like hell. He said, "Make me last…"
She began to kiss the prick all over, licking the very end of it, cooing to it, holding his balls in a warm hand. "Has Putzie got any cream left for mama?"
"We've got less'n a hundred bucks between us," he said.
Lilli shrugged again, smiling up at him. She openedAher blouse. "We can always do the pussy-hit. It's good for a couple of bucks."
He nodded, watching her open the blouse, bare skin under it, and move closer into his crotch. She laid the big cock in the cleavage of the breasts and moved herself up and down, pressing the cock and folding the tits around it. Then she licked the end of the pecker. He pumped it a little.
He thought about the pussy-hit… her name for it. It meant that she would pick up a guy, like in a bar, and take him to a hotel or motel, then when the sucker had his pants off and his cock sticking out, Pete would bash him and take the entire wad.
Of course it always made Lilli hot as a sonofa-bitch. They had worked it once about a year ago- and got sixteen bucks-and Lilli had tried to suck him off with the guy laying there.
He put the cigarette butt out, beginning to get itchy. Lilli was going after the cock now, lustfully. He watched the thing go into her mouth, almost to the hair, and she squeezed it with her lips, working her mouth up and down on it. It was astonishing how she could swallow a big cock like that-with the swollen end of it down her throat -and not gag. Long goddam practice. She had told him once that she started by sucking off her stepfather when she was about eight. The guy had coaxed her into handling it when they were alone, and pretty soon had her licking it. Lilli's mother had caught them at it two years later, but by then she was a confirmed cocksucker.
He moved his ass, jabbing the cock upward while she merely held it between her lips. She got a boot out of being fucked in the mouth. He wished he had a dollar for every time he had straddled her face and nicked the thing between her lips till he shot off. If she had her way she would probably suck him off whenever he got horny. She was compulsive about it. A long time ago she had told him, "Honey, I go bananas when a guy comes in my mouth."
They had been living together for about a year now. He had met her through Johnny Carelli. A guy had been shot in Jersey, in Johnny's apartment. He, Pete, had been handy with a car. He had wrapped the body and driven out to a swamp with it Later Johnny had laid some loot on him and fixed him up with a couple of broads. One of the broads had been Lilli.
So he'd taken the two girls back to his place and fucked them over a weekend, taking turns on them till he got the edge off. Then Lilli had gone down on him and blown his hat off. Pete had been blown before, but never like that. He kicked the other doll out and kept Lilli. For a while everytime she opened her mouth he put his cock in it.
When the novelty wore off for him, she followed him around, unzipping his pants and yanking his meat out. If he stood still for a minute she had him half sucked off. She had a hang-up for cock cream. She would swing on his joint all day long if he'd'let her.
One afternoon when she unzipped him he sat down and decided to let her eat on it as long as she wanted to. She made him come twice and was still loving it up after two hours. And he could feel her mouth on it all the next day.
He couldn't get by without Lilli.
And she was nuts for him. "You taste super," she said. That was the way it was.
So he let her suck it all out of him. He squirmed under the delicious treatment. She had made him come once in three minutes, but he had been steaming and ready. Tonight she let him last for about fifteen minutes. Then she got the tempo going hot and. fast and he shot the cream, jerking like a fish on the goddam bank, watching her smack her red lips over it, frigging him with her fingers to milk it all out.
To her, she said, it was ambrosia. Well, there were all kinds of people. She just happened to be the best goddam cocksucker in the known world. She didn't give a shit about fucking. It didn't do anything for her.
"I know what I am," she said one night while he was screwing her. "So when you get your kicks, take it out of there and put it in my mouth and let me have mine."
Which of course he did.
News of the rape was on the radio by morning. Lilli usually switched it on when she made breakfast… to hear about the world and the weather. She came in to the bedroom, head cocked on one side, her dark hair tousled.
"What?" he said.
"It was on the air. Girl raped and the cops have a description of the guy. Tall, brown hair and eyes, thin face… that's you, honey." She lit a cigarette and handed it to him. "All they forgot was your big cock."
"Horseshit, there's a million guys like that. Come'n give me a fuck."
"I d'wanna."
Pete sighed. She never did; she only wanted it in the mouth. He leaned back and stared at the patches of light on the ceiling. Lilli came over, turned back the covers and licked his cock. "Breakfast in a couple minutes."
"We better blow town," he said.
She said, "Lemme blow you…" She was getting it interested. She talked to it, "Come on, stuck-up.., give it to mama."
"Better not take a bus," he said. "We'll go over near the tunnel and get a ride. They can't watch all the fuckin' cars outa this town."
He sucked the cigarette and she sucked him. It felt great. She was curled between his bare legs, working it up and down, and when he grinned, she winked at him. Funny dame. She liked him to watch her suck. Most dames didn't. She liked to sit between his legs with ol' Putz sticking out of his pants and kiss it. "Watch me do it," she said the first time she ever had.
"Why?"
"Watch me make you come… " She got a kick out of it. A special kick, she said, when he was watching her suck the jism out of it. A real ninny cutie. She always swallowed his cum, never spit it out. She'd smack her lips and tell him how it tasted, different from yesterday, and stuff like that. He thought she was nutty the first time she had pulled that. She'd rub her belly and giggle, then lick the wet weenie up and down, milking it and squeezing his balls.
Sometimes he licked her coozie, and she enjoyed it better than fucking. But she got her best kicks blowing him.
It took her less than ten minutes to make him cream. He tried to hold back, but she could suck off a statue if it had a cock. She just jacked him off with her lips and tongue, squirming like hell as she did it. He knew she was having an orgasm as the stuff spurted into her mouth. She wasn't ever kidding about that. She jerked and trembled and moaned-and when he felt down into her cunt she was dribbling and sopping with cunt sauce.
He lit another cigarette as she nursed the cock for a while afterward. She would suck him into another hard-on and another climax if he'd let her.
She gave it up reluctantly and went out to finish breakfast when he took it away from her.
The garage called before noon and Lou was sore. "Pete, you cocksucker, that car belonged to the raped girl, huh?"
"Why d'you think that, for crissake?"
"I know you, baby."
"Hell, I didn't fuck that broad-that's not the car."
"My boys say different. There's jism all over the seat and the description checks. Don't bring me no more cars, hotcock."
Pete hung up the phone. "Fuck you," he said to the instrument.
"Fuck who?" Lilli asked.
He patted her bottom. "You, cutie." He ran his hand up her leg and tickled her snatch.
She grabbed for his zipper. "I think I hear Putzie calling me… " Pete sprawled on the couch and let her suck him off, again. CHAPTER THREE Pete slipped out of the apartment and over to Hinkey's Bar and Grill which was next to the market. Between them, Hinkey and the market kept up a bulletin board service. You could find everything listed… if you dug the patter… from queens looking for cocks, to guys wanting rides anywhere.
There was always a crowd, standing, staring, chatting, looking up the girls' skirts, drinking. Pete began at one end of the board to work his way down, looking for someone going west who wanted a passenger.
He found it in about fifteen minutes, called the phone number, got a guy named Lanny, and went to the apartment, two blocks over. Lanny turned out to be a wiry, thin-faced guy who wore glasses and dressed well. He had a broad with him, a dark cunt with a roving eye. Her name was Edna.
The first time Pete looked at her, he knew she'd fuck if he could get her alone. She had the cock-look-what the guys called cock-in-the-eye. She looked at you but she was measuring your weenie. She was taller than Lilli, had smaller breasts, but very groovy legs. He had to look past her because he wanted to bend over and run his hands over those legs. Man, she was a cock tease just being in the same room.
Lanny seemed to be an OK shit. He had a Chev, he said, in good shape. He needed someone to share the gas because he was temporarily flat. They had a drink together, and Peter thought that Lanny was looking him over about the same way Edna was. What the fuck was the deal?
He told them he had a woman, Lilli, and he thought Edna smirked at Lanny when she heard it.
But they got together on the details. "We'll leave in a couple hours if it's OK with you," Lanny said.
.Pete left for the apartment thinking about Edna. She had opened the door for him when he went out, and had let her fingers slide over his hand like it was accidental. But it wasn't. She would spread open like a flower, and he would shove his pecker into her honey as soon as they got the chance.
Lilli was all packed. They didn't have much to bother with anyway, a few clothes, extra pair of shoes, some dirty pictures taken with a Polaroid camera. She kissed him when he entered and rubbed his fly, looking questioningly.
"We're all set," he said, and told her about Lanny and the gash. "You're sure you wanna go?"
"Hell yes," Lilli said, looking surprised. She had him unzipped, giggled. "Putzie wants to go… lookit, he's standing up-"
He snickered. Some of that hard-on was caused by Edna's ass. All he had to do was think of sticking it up Edna and it stirred. He lifted Lilli's skirt and rubbed her fanny.
She asked, "How much time we got?" "Two hours. Time for a good fuck."
She had both hands on the cock, squeezing, pulling, jazzing it; one hand slid down and cupped his balls. She took a long time answering. "Well, OK, if you promise…"
"Promise what?" He knew what she meant.
"Promise not to come in me."
He rubbed her ass briskly. "Yeh, I promise, cutie." He turned her toward the bedroom and slapped her ass. She squealed and began to unfasten the skirt.
By the time she reached the bed she was nude. He kicked his shoes off and unbuttoned his shirt watching her. Lilli, with a lewd grin on her pretty face, put both hands behind her head and did a lit- tie cooch dance for him, wriggling her loins in a very obscene way.
"I think I'll fuck you in th' ass," he said.
She only giggled. He had tried to get his cock up her asshole a dozen times, but the pecker was too big. He had tried with soap, Vaseline, some white cream she got in the drugstone, but nothing worked. For a few weeks he had diligently worked his finger up her ass and goosed her a half hour at a time while she was sprawled along the couch swinging on his joint, but it hadn't helped. She had enjoyed it, but no go.
"Putzie's too big," she said, loving it.
When he got his clothes off he pulled her down onto the bed. "Jus' a minute," she insisted. He had to wait while she sat in front of him and sucked on the cock, getting it all nice and wet.
Then she laid down with a sigh and he got on her quickly and tucked it in. He fucked Lilli about once a week if he was lucky. She was such an expert at catching the prick in her mouth that he almost had to force her to spread her legs. But when he did it was humpy. She was a crazy fuck, and tight. She had good muscle tone in her cunt. That was the good thing about Lilli-whichever end you put the cock in it was tight.
He got it in deep, with her legs wrapped around him, and began to pump. Holding her tightly he looked at her. "Don't you like that, for crissakes?"
"I like it when you do it."
"What the fuck kind of an answer is that?" He never could understand why such a sexpot didn't care for screwing.
"Don't fight it, baby," she whispered, licking his lips. "I jus' happen to like it the other way."
He gave up. He had asked her about that a thousand times and always got the same answer. Lilli was a cocksucker. Don't fight it.
"And don't forget," she said.
"Yeah, OK" He set up a rhythm, nice and easy, just get the friction going-don't shoot the jizz for crissakes-Marylee used to call it jizz. Marylee was fourteen when he met her, and had an electric cunt. The fucking*on' switch was wired in that position. He had never got her alone when she said, "no," not even when she had the rag on. What the hell happened to Marylee?
"What's she like?" Lilli asked.* "Huh? Who?" "The girl, what's-her-name, the one we're going with."
"Oh, her. Edna. I dunno, dark, tits, prob'ly got a cunt somewheres under her belly Lilli giggled. "Yen, probably. They married?" "Hell, I dunno. Rub my ass."
She rubbed it and kissed him at the same time. Lilli could do wonderful things with her tongue. It came from so much pricksucking, he thought. When Lilli put her tongue in his mouth it was an experience. She tantalized his tongue and sucked it like it was a cock. It made shivers run up and down his spine.
He goosed her with the cock, jabbing it and rolling on her slightly to give her clit a good working over. She writhed and bucked back at him. He bit her ear lightly. "You're a great screw, cutie."
"Don't you come in me," she warned.
"I'm gonna come in your ear," he said.
She giggled. "It feels big as a football in me."
"I wish I could get it up your ass."
She kissed him crazily for a minute. "Don't you likewhatldot'you?"
Pete sighed. Women! "Oh course I love it," he said, licking tongues with her. "You're the best cocksucker in-"
"Don't call me a cocksucker, honey… huh, please?" «why-what else?" They'd had this talk before too. "-Well, it sounds funny."
"Okay, but just between us, eutie, you are a great cocksucker." He punctuated the words by ramming the cock in. "The-greatest-cock-sucker-in-the-world."
Lilli giggled. "Okay, just between us. I'm a cocksucker."
"You're a Putzi-sucker."
She giggled delightedly, "Lemme suck:'im right now…"
"In a minute." He paused. "How many guys you sucked off, cutie?"
"I dunno."
She never would tell him. "A dozen guys?"
"Yeah." "Ahunnerd?"
She slapped his ass with both hands. "C'mon up and sit on my tits, huh?" "What difference it make how many guys you Mowed?" "Then why d'you want to know?"
He rammed her hard with the pecker. "I think I'll blow the wad right here." She squealed. "You promised, you sonofabitch!"
Pete laughed. "Okay, I won't, relax." He jabbed her with it for a minute. "How many guys?"
"Seven hundred, for crissakes."
He sighed. "All right."
"How many girls have you screwed?"
He told her the truth. "I don't remember. About ninety." He had told her that before. He had never mentioned that he'd screwed Marylee at least three hundred times. Once five times in one day. He and two other guys had taken her out to the beach for a picnic one summer vacation… they were all in school. First swimming, Marylee in a bikini-till somebody yanked the bottoms off. Then they laid her on a blanket and began going round and round, twenty strokes in her and off. If a guy tried to pump more than twenty strokes in her they all hauled his ass off her. The thing was to see how many times they could take turns without shooting the jizz. The guy who held out longest was a Man. Only Marylee kept having orgasms and wrapping her legs about guys to keep them on her, and yelling not to get up-they had to hold her arms to finish the game. After the first guy popped, then they all shot it into her to cool down the electric cunt.
Which they couldn't do. They chased in and out of the water all afternoon, stark naked, fucking Marylee and drinking beer, giving the whang a rest then fucking Marylee again. About nine that night she couldn't get any of them up, no matter what she did.
What the fuck ever happened to Marylee?
Pete was getting close. Lilli's hands were all over him, fondling, rubbing, feeling between them to rub his foaming prong, reaching around to squeeze his hard balls. She could tell he was getting close. She unwrapped her legs from around him, but continued to buck her ass upward.
"Don't wait too long," she whispered.
He chuckled. He was close, all right. He really had a sex-glow now. The old friction was lighting a fire in his ass. He dared not ram her too hard with it or the thing would spout. Shit, he hated to pull it out of her.
But she'd never forgive him if he didn't.
He moaned in anguish. Lilli patted his ass… "C'mon… "
Christ! He was right on the goddam edge-he stopped moving it, knowing she was getting frantic. She was afraid to squeeze it with her cunt.
He had to do it. He rammed it deep into her, then slid back in a hurry. He was coming-the stuff was boiling up-he moaned and scuttled up her, trying to straddle her wriggling body, the pulsing cock pointed at her face. God, what an anxious look on her puss. Her mouth was open wide; she was. leaning forward pulling his hips with her hands. He couldn't hold back!
Putzi was only inches from her open mouth when he spouted. The jism shot out, spattering her face-and the next instant she had her mouth around it, sucking hard. Pete leaned on his hands, his body jerking, trying not to jerk it away from her, watching her slobber it up, gulp it down. She was making little cooing noises, squishy noises. The white cream dribbled down her cheeks and around her mouth. Her tongue seared him and he writhed, fucking it between her lips. Shit, what a cocksucker!
He collapsed in a few minutes, rolling onto his back. Lilli followed him, pulling on it, sucking hard, nestling herself between his trembling legs, really working the cock over.
"Th' world's best cocksucker," he breathed. He heard Lilli snicker. He knew she agreed with him.