Lilli unfastened the blouse, still kissing Edna, and squirming as Edna's playful finger frigged her. She was wearing no bra. Lifting a smooth heavy breast, she brought it to Edna's lips. And she watched raptly as Edna sucked it lovingly. And continued…
CHAPTER ELEVEN
By the time Pete returned from his bar survey they had sorted themselves out, not willing to learn what his reaction would be to their sudden passion.
Pete didn't notice a thing. He lit a cigarette, sat on the couch and filled them in. He had investigated five bars in the vicinity, three of which would do. "Three of 'em have some class, the others are for beer drinkers."
"I'm scared," Lilli said.
He kissed her. "I'll be right there, cutie. No thin's gonna happen." He patted her boobs. "There's only one thing."
"What's that?"
"You gotta pick a guy with dough. Otherwise I'll be socking some jerk for ten bucks… you get what I mean?"
Lilli's eyes clouded, "How'll I do that?"
Pete shrugged. "You got to get some guy hot for your pussy. Then, when he's all hard and twitchin', you let him know he can have what he wants-for a price. Say fifty clams."
Edna said, "Jeez, fifty bucks?" "In this burg?" Lilli said.
Pete was patient. He smiled and rubbed Lilli's breasts caressingly. "Cutie, you are a real special chunk-you know that?"
"Yeh, she is," Edna said.
Pete nodded, still fondling Lilli. "You are better than any broad in this fucking town. As a matter of fact I'm gettin' a throbbing horn just doin' this."
Lilli giggled.
"All right. You get this poor slob hard in the pecker, and so he wants to jump on you so bad he can taste it. But you have to see if he's got any dough before you go out in the night with him.
Right?"
"Right," Edna said. Pete winked at Edna, reached out and lightly pinched her nearest titty.
"Yeh, I see…." Lilli said. "And if he hasn't got much?"
"Drop the fucker like a hot rock. Go get someone else." Lilli sighed, "I don't actually have to fuck him, do I?"
"Course not. I told you. I'll be right there to slug the sombitch as soon's you lead him to me. You bring the guy here."
"What if he's got a closer place?"
"Sure, go there. Remember, I'll be right behind you."
"Don't kill him."
"I won't. Remember, your main job is to pick out a guy with dough. Get a good look at his wallet before you leave with him." Pete looked at Edna speculatively. "To make the price as good as possible, tell the slob there's two of you to work him over."
Edna snickered. "Yeah, good idea." "Tell 'im anything you want," Pete said, squeezing her tits warmly. "Just pick a guy with dough." He opened her blouse and pulled her close, licking them, one after the other. He was so full of his plan he didn't notice they were already red from Edna's mouth.
Edna said, "When're you gonna do it?" "Tomorrow night," Pete said. "Let's go to bed." Pete slept in the middle-after screwing Edna and letting Lilli have the rest of the meat, and all the goodies she could coax from it.
They slept late in the morning, talked about the plan all afternoon, even walked to the three bars to look them over, and returned to the motel to get naked on the bed and play three-way games till dark, Lilli sat at the bar, sipping an old fashioned, when the guy came in and looked at her. He was a guy in a grey suit, polished shoes and manicured hands. He had a beefy face, but. he wasn't fat.
Lilli saw him glance at the bartender and indicate her. She saw the barman shrug slightly, meaning he didn't know who she was. After a bit the guy came and slid onto the stool beside her. It was the classic approach.
She looked at the clock on the bar; she'd been sitting there for seven minutes. The bar wasn't crowded, but even so she was surprised that it had taken so long. Pete had told her they would flock to her.
The guy in the grey suit bought her another drink and she talked to him. When he invited her to a booth, she went with him. He sat beside her, his thigh against hers. She wanted to suck his cock. He seemed like a very nice guy. It was all she could do to keep her hands off his leg.
It took him about ten minutes to get around to what he wanted-screwing her. Lilli encouraged him, smiled dazzlingly at him? let him cop a feel. Then he said, "Let's go to my place."
She brought up the subject of dough. He said he had lots. She wanted to see it. "I come high, honey."
He sighed and showed her some. He had a wallet packed with bills. Lilli reached over his, leg and squeezed his dong.
Then he had to sit still for a few minutes so the hard would wear off. In the interval she learned his name was Frank.
When he could walk without his pecker poking out, they went outside. It was very dark and she couldn't see Pete anywhere. Well, she wasn't supposed to, she reflected. He would trail them so the sucker wouldn't know he was being trailed.
"I've got an apartment just down the street," Frank said. He led her out of the light, down the sidewalk. Away from the bar and the main street, it was dark and shadowy. Frank paused in the first shadowy place and kissed her. To keep him interested, Lilli pressed herself close and kissed him like she meant it. It took his breath away.
Then she grabbed his cock and massaged it. She wanted to suck on it. She unzipped him and he sucked in his breath.
"Wait'll we get to the goddam apartment, honey."
She handled it, with both hands. He had a nice one. She. didn't want to let go. So they walked to the apartment with her hanging onto it. By the time they got there, Frank was in a white heat and Lilli was so horny she had forgotten about Pete. Frank stopped now and then, got his hand up her skirt and frigged her. He even tried to put her back against a tree and work it up her.
Afraid someone would see them, Frank took her around in back. They went in the back door and started up the stairs.
But Lilli boiled over. She had to have that big cock!
She stopped him, slid down and took it in her mouth. Frank said, "Oh, Jesus!" He slid down the wall and sprawled, legs splaying, staring at Lilli who was frigging him with crazy lips in a manner he had never known before. It was no contest. Lilli sucked him off in minutes, gobbling him, gulping it down, frigging and milking the pecker for all of it, every drop of it, draining him from toes to hair roots.
She kept sucking it, although Frank moaned and trembled after the first five minutes. She wanted to get it hard and do it all over again.
And then, when her own paroxysms faded, she began to realize that she had fucked up the entire job. Pete wasn't here to clobber the sucker because Pete didn't know they had come around in the back. She was supposed to have taken him in the front so they could be seen. She stopped sucking and looked up at him. "Oh, shit!"
He said, "What's the matter?" She said, "The dough."
He thought she meant payment for the blow job. Wearily he reached for his wallet and counted out a twenty. "Is that enough?"
She shook her head, fingering the limp weenie, looking at the rest of his dough.
He said, "Honey, that was undoubtedly the best blow I ever had, but it's not worth more than twenty bucks."
"We haven't finished."
Frank smiled wanly and sighed. "I'm finished, honey."
She bit her lip, staring up at him. She had forgotten that all men weren't like Pete, who had a permanent erection.
"Gimme your phone number," he said, putting the wallet away, "I'll wanta see you again, honey."
Reluctantly she let go the cock and rose. Turning, she ran down the steps as he yelled at her. She had really fucked it up! And all they had was a twenty. She wadded it up in her hand and ran down the street.
Pete was sore. She met him on the dark street and gave him the money. "He took me around in back and I couldn't do anything about it…!"
He was sore, but he cooled down. The guy was stronger than she was, and he knew she had tried.
Lilli was a good kid. He fingered the twenty. "Wha'd you have to do, cutie?" She sighed and leaned against him. "Well, you know… "You blew him, huh?" She nodded. "Did he fuck you?"