He rammed the prick good for a full minute, moving himself sideways so her clit got plenty of friction. Then he reached around and untied the gag. She coughed as he pulled it out of her mouth.
"No goddam noise-" he warned, menacing her with his fist.
She coughed and gasped, her voice was husky, "You son-of-a-bitch!" "Izzat the thanks I get?"
"Thanks for rape! You socked me, you bastard!" He snickered. Jabbed her hotly with the cock. "You love it, cutie. Here, have some more."
She lolled her head on the back of the seat, gulping air as he fucked her furiously. Her big tits waggled. She said, "Who put you up to this?"
"Huh? Nobody, cutie." It surprised him a little. "Why'd you think that?"
"My old man's got enemies, that's why." "Fuck your old man. Putzie here got hot for some pussy, that's all." "Jesus, you talk like a shithead." Pete laughed. "Sure, that's me, cutie." He began to fuck her with longer strokes, way in and way out.
"Feelgood?"
"You're a prick," she said with disgust in her voice. "My dad is gonna chew you up… "
That annoyed him. He could make jokes with the best, but this cunt could get on his nerves. "Your old man ain't here, cutie."
She smiled thinly. "He's a cop. He'll find you, shithead."
He balled his fist in anger and she ducked, eyes wide. "Knock it off," he snarled. She was saying that to get him sore, or scared-so he'd let her go. Fuck 'er. Her dad was no goddam fuzzhead/He leaned on her and began to pump it in hard and steady. Groovy… it felt great that way. And he could feel her heartbeat. Fast, plenty fast. She was plenty excited. Old Putzie had her cunt throbbing all right. Dames went limp when he got the ol' pecker in 'em.
"Untie my hands," she hissed.
He licked her titties, "Yeah, in a minute… "
Balls, untie hell. No telling what she might do. Besides, he was working one up. He could feel it in his nuts, wadding together… her tight pussy was providing great friction. Pete grabbed her lovely ass in both hands again, pulling her onto his cock, increasing the tempo.
She was gasping, her entire body writhing. He heard her teeth grate, and her butt began to vibrate. Shit, his prick had brought her to a boil. He laughed, she was going to come!
He fucked her furiously, ramming hard. The car squeaked and she was oophing, gasping, wriggling. The bliss welled up and spewed-he jerked convulsively as the hot jism spurted in gobs. He plunged his cock in deep as hard as he could with wild crazy jabs, feeling the cum squirting out of him. He was stiffening, losing the rhythm, pounding, jerking again, lunging, threshing. He fell on her, still jabbing in spasms.
He became conscious then that she had been bucking and humping along with him. She had popped her pussy at the same fucking time. The car smelled like a cheap cat house on the river.
Man, what a crazy screw! He left his ass in gear, still humping it in slowly, panting like hell. Her tits were heaving. They were both sticky with sweat. He could feel the cunt constricted around his tool. It felt good, but his legs were like lead. He had shot into her from his socks, and he hoped she appreciated it.
"Gimme a cigarette, huh?" she asked.
Pete rolled off her and flopped cock-up on the seat beside her. Glancing around as he got the pack out, he was satisfied no one had seen them. He put a fag in her mouth and lit both.
Reaching behind her, "No funny stuff?"
She shook her head. So he untied her hands.
"Oh, you bastard," she breathed, rubbing her wrists. She sprawled, legs apart, tits lolling, a pretty picture.
"After all I done for you," he said, blowing smoke in her face. "Where are we?"
"Queens. You wanna suck my cock now?"
She made a rude noise and sat up, covering herself. "You are really a shit… " "Shove it, cutie."
"God! look what you've done to me." She picked at the ripped blouse. "I was in a hurry."
"You sure were." She folded the coat over the mess. "God, put that thing away." She indicated his naked cock.
He mopped it and zipped up, still considering rolling her over and cramming it up her ass. Well, it was about twelve, he guessed. He'd have to get the car to Lou's, and then Lilli would be waiting. He'd keep a few shots for her. He tossed the partly smoked butt out. "You wanna get fucked again?" She looked at him as though she was considering it. Maybe she was… "Out," he said. "What?" That surprised her. "I said out. Get outa the fuckin' car." He leaned over her and opened the side door.
"I'll do no such a godammed-thing! You take me back where I can get a cab if you're going to steal my car."
"You're leading with your tits, cutie." He shoved her suddenly and hard. She went out headfirst, legs flying. She screamed and yelled, as much in anger as fear… and then he slammed the door and turned the key.
He tooled the car out to the street without lights.
A mile away he discovered she'd left her purse in the car. He pulled over and examined it. Eighteen bucks and change. Not bad. He put the dough in his pocket and slung the purse out the window.
CHAPTER TWO
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.