CHAPTER FIVE
Lanny had felt her ass in the bathroom, round and very firm. She was smaller than Edna, lithe and sexy to look at. She had dark hair like Edna, but a different kind of face. Lilli had a sort of large, lush mouth… pretty enough, but not beautiful. Edna could be beautiful"if she'd take proper care, wear the right clothes and not walk as though she was expecting her cunt to be scratched by everyone she met.
He had told Edna a thousand times not to stick her pussy out. Edna had hot, roving eyes, too. She was an ex-chorus girl from the Bronx, and she had told him one time that at least four hundred guys had laid her, relaid her, even inlaid her. Lanny believed it. He had laid her himself the first time they'd met.
Now he wanted to lay Lilli.
He didn't go for every woman he met. Most of them were slobs and not worth it. Sometimes he had seriously asked himself, would he rather have a woman or a guy? It depended, of course, on what kind of a horn he was carrying.
He got Lilli out of the apartment. The big guy, Pete, was hot to screw Edna… very goddam hot. And Lilli seemed to want to stick around to watch. But he got her into the restaurant. The place was large, with potted plants and gray-green wallpaper, and almost deserted. It was long after the dinner hour. A couple of guys were sitting at the counter chatting with the two waitresses who were cleaning up, no one in the booths or the tables. The guys looked around at Lilli and Lanny could see the assessment-some dame! They stared at her ass till he led her to one of the booths and sat her down.
"I'm still hard," he safd. He slid in beside her.
He felt her hand on his fly in a second; she rubbed it, pressing dawn on his pecker and grinning. "Yen, so you are."
She took her hand away when one of the waitresses came over. They studied the menus, ordered, and she slid her hand back, concealed by his coat.
"Your boyfriend is pumpin' Edna by now."
Lilli shrugged. Squeezed him. "Listen, when he gets hot he'll fuck a washing machine."
Lanny giggled. "You're pretty goddam cute yourself." He slid his hand across and pressed her nearest breast; she turned toward him slightly to make it easier. He closed his hand around it, fondling it. "I'm hotter'n hell."
"Let's eat and go," she said. She was hot too, as he could easily see. The way she was squeezing his prick… plenty goosey.
They ate in about fifteen minutes, ordered sandwiches for the others,- and went back. It was as dark as Casey's asshole in the parking area. There were lights in the motel building, drapes pulled, but no one was coming or going. Lanny paused by his car and the girl was right there in front of him in a second. He could see her face, a pale oval in the night; he felt her deft hands at his fly-the zipper snicked down. Her hands went in after the meat and he pulled her to him.
Then she was gone. It confused him for a second. But he felt her mouth close over his prick. She had only ducked down in front of him and was now sucking hard on his cock-very hard. It made him writhe. Jesus!
He had thought Edna was a good cocksucker- for a girl-but Lilli was a whiz! She skinned him back with her lips and frigged him like she had two seconds to make him spout. Lanny leaned on the car and held his breath. Jesus, she could suck!
He'd had his share of blow-jobs, some by whores and some by dedicated broads who said they loved him. Damn few dames, in his opinion, were as good at it as the right guy. Like Jerry, for instance. Jerry-had been a boy singer with a combo, working one season for Monte Carlson. Jerry had given him the eye and he'd taken Jerry out to Frady Lake, the new man-made lake, and they had shacked up for three days. He had fucked the kid's ass and Jerry had sucked him off about a thousand times. That had been a crazy weekend. Jerry could suck like a pump.
But Lilli was just as good in her way… or even better.
He had an average cock, about six inches hard, and she took the entire thing into her mouth, masturbating it with her lips, teasing the end of it with her tongue. She didn't mind when he fucked it at her.
She said, "You like that?" Licking the end of it.
"Hell yes… who wouldn't?"
She talked to it, softly, "You cute thing-I could eat you up…" She swallowed it to the hair.
He said, "You ever been fucked in the ass?"
"Yeah." She pulled on it, licking faster. "You wanna come?"
"Let's go inside." He looked around, seeing no one. It was hard to relax out here, though. Someone could come along at any time.
She frigged him with her hand. "Gome for me…"
"No," he said huskily. "I wanna fuck you."
He stiffened as she began to work on it in a wild kind of way. It was so dark he could hardly see her; she was only a blur, pale skin moving at his fly. But the feel! Jesus, the crazy feel of her!
She couldn't keep up that feverish mouth ac- tion! But she showed no signs of letting up, and he was incapable of stopping her. He knew, with the part of his mind that was still thinking, that she was out to make him shoot the wad. And all he could do was hang onto the side of the car, feet spread wide, and let her have the cock. Man, let her have it! , He knew that no one had ever sucked him off like that before. No one… no one. Because he was on the verge. The jism was smoking and boiling over. It began to flow, to gush. Lanny moaned As it poured up his cock and spurted into her greedy mouth. He trembled and jerked, his whole body bucking under the nerve-searing sensation. Lilli was sucking him, pulling it out of him, every gushing drop, frigging him with crazy lips. Milking the shaft of the cock for all of it… Jesus! What a cocksucker!
He almost fell to his knees. Both her hands were on his hips, holding him. She had all the cock in her mouth, nursing it, sucking it hard, even as it began to wither slightly. He gripped the doorhandles, holding himself up, bracing himself. He felt stupefied, lip hanging, he knew his eyes were glassy. Jesus, what a cocksucker!
And then, as she was draining him, as the convulsions were still washing over him, he had a thought. The guy who was always looking for dames who could suck cocks was Monte Carlson. Monte loved a cunt who would swing on his joint… not just any stupid cocksucker, but the best. The dames who made it an art.
A dame like Lilli.
If he brought Lilli to Monte Carlson it would get him some notice. It would certainly get him Monte's favor. A cocksman like Monte would go fruit for a mouth like Lilli.
He groaned and hung onto the car, watching her suck on the half-hard pecker. He was smiling.
When she glanced up, saw the smile, she thought it was because he had enjoyed the blow. And it was partly that.
Pete was on top of a naked Edna when they went inside. The two of them were screwing like gang-busters; the bed was squeaking and Edna was ohh-ing and giggling and kicking her legs in the air.
Lilli licked her lips, still tasting the salty jism, staring at Pete's big cock; she could see it disappearing into Edna's snatch and reappearing wet, hard balls knotted at the end of it.
Lanny had been a good mouthful, but he had a small prick compared to Pete's. It was like an appetizer. The main course was on the bed, ramming Edna;
Lanny fixed her a drink, and Pete noticed they were back. He looked around, grinning at them in the gloom of the room, "Hi, you eat?"
"Yen, I ate," Lilli said. She knew he'd know what that meant. And Lanny was grinning like the cat that just ate the bird.
"There's some sandwiches," Lanny said, pointing to the dresser. He went over to the bed and looked down at Edna. "How's my girl?"
"Fucked to the gills," Edna giggled. "This guy is too much." She smiled at Lilli. "Gimme a drink."
Lanny poured her one and took it back. She took it and shared it with Pete who continued to surge the pecker into her. Edna smacked her lips and grinned at Lanny. "Take your pants off, honey. Aren't you two gonna play?"
"They've been playing," Pete said.
Lilli put the drink on the dresser and began to unfasten her dress. On the other bed, Lanny sat and kicked off his shoes, staring at her. She was naked in a minute, sipping the drink again, wriggling her ass for Pete. He was staring at it too.