"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.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lanny and Edna picked them up at four and they headed toward Jersey. Everybody was feeling good. Pete introduced Lilli, they got.in the back seat, and Lanny told five dirty jokes before they reached the tunnel.
"I'm so fuckin' glad to get outa that town," Lanny said, "I hate the joint" "Me too," Pete agreed. "What d'you do?" Lanny asked.
Pete hesitated. Lilli had moved close and her hand was crawling up his leg. "I-had an interest in a theater," he said.
"Theater… you mean a movie house?"
"Yeah. One of those dirty pictures' joints."
Both Lanny and Edna snickered, and Edna looked around at him and winked. She had a sexy leer on her face, Pete thought. Man, he'd like to fiick it to her.
"Me'n Edna went to see some of those. Jesus, all that fuckin' ass in real color!"
"Makes you itchy," Edna said.
"Where'd you get the pictures?" Lanny asked.
Pete shrugged. He had never been closer than the plush seats. "You buy 'em from guys," he said vaguely.
"How d'you stand to look at all that pussy all day long?"
Lilli snickered. "It don't bother him." She slid her hand over his fly and grabbed it.
"What d'you do?" Pete asked.
"I work for Monte Carlson, ever hear o'him?"
"No, I don't think so." Pete unfastened his top pants button and loosened the zipper. Lilli slid her hand down his waistband in one swoop and curled her fingers around the pecker. She came into his arms, purring.
"Biggest gambler in that part of the state. Monte's a big man. Big goddamn man. Knows ever'one. Got a half-dozen joints, you know, cards, dice, roulette and girls. You can get fucked outa your dough a half a* dozen ways." "He's a prick," Edna said. Lariny glanced at her and made a face. "Don't say that around any of the clubs, baby."
"Okay, but he's a goddam prick just the same. He even looks like one."
Lilli snickered again, completely aware that Edna was interested in what Pete had in his pants. Edna had big come-on eyes that kept glancing at Pete. Pete couldn't possibly not see them. Lilli knew her Pete; her fingers curling around Pete's cock were stiffening it, but so was Edna's looks. She knew damned well that Pete wanted to stick the cock into Edna.
And he would, at the first opportunity. Lilli studied Lanny, the back and side of his head. How would Lanny's cock be in her mouth? The idea excited her a little. It had been months since she had sucked off anyone but Pete. Much as she loved Putzi it was nice to have a change of meat now and then. Two months ago she had met an old Mend, Al Hebert, on the street. She hadn't seen Al for a year or more, long before she had shacked up with Pete.
"C'mon over to my place," he'd said, "I want to show you something." When they got there, he showed her his cock. They both sat on the couch and he just took it out of his pants, and it looped over his leg.
"I'm thinking about what you used to do to it," he said.
She had stared fascinated as the cock got hard in front of her eyes. She didn't touch it.
Not for a couple of minutes. Then she slid down in front of him and sucked him off. He yelled and bucked when he shot.
Then they had a cigarette and a drink. Al took his pants off and sat beside her_so naturally she played with the thing. And soon she slid down and sucked him off again.
Al had been on his way out of town at the time. Unfortunately. She wondered how Lanny would taste.
In an hour they stopped for a piss call at a gas station.
In the crapper, Lanny said, "That's a very good looking doll, Lilli."
"Yen, thanks. So's Edna."
"Fucks like a.bride with a firecracker up her ass." Lanny smiled lewdly. "I seen her looking at you."
Pete spread his hands.
"It's okay," Lanny said."Edna's a big girl now. She's got her friends, and I got mine. We even do-it together."
"Together?"
"Four of us in the same bed. Me screwin' another dame and Edna getting it from the other guy. You like that scene?"
Pete licked his lips. Yeah, he would like that scene.
Lanny chuckled. "It's kicks, pal. Real kicks." He lit a cigarette. "Edna blows like a tornado too. Loves it."
Pete thought about Lilli blowing this guy. His Lilli.
"We could get us a bottle," Lanny said. "Have a few fast ones and work the girls over, hey?" He had a hearty chuckle. "What about Lilli?"
Pete stared at the guy. Lilli had had plenty of guys before she met him. She didn't learn that wonderful suction on him… she was a crazy-wild cocksucker when he met her.
"D'you think Lilli will do it?" Lanny asked.
Pete sighed. Shit, he was horny for Edna all right. He nodded. "Yeah, she'll do it."
Lanny slapped him on the back. "Let's go get that fuckin' bottle."