She shook her head. An idea came to her. "He said he had lots of dough, but he didn't."
"The sonofabitch," Pete said. "Guys take advantage of girls. Come on, let's go back."
She was relaxed, with Pete taking it so well. Half way back, on a dark street, she stopped him and kissed him. "Thanks for not getting sore." "Shit, I know you didn't wanna do it that way." She said, "Jeez, you're a good guy, honey." She unzipped him and got Putzi out in both hands. It only took a minute to get him stiff. She was still horny as hell.
"Can I have it?" she begged. "Sure, cutie…. " He backed against a fence and lit a cigarette, glancing around as Lilli knelt in front of him and went to work excitedly.
It was too bad the pussy-hit hadn't come off. Of course Lilli wasn't a whore; he couldn't expect her to be as hard-boiled about sex as a whore would be, or be able to handle guys with hard-ons like a whore would. Lilli was a beautiful little doll, with a wild compulsion, and maybe the guy had realized it. It was hard to tell. If he had, he might have taken Lilli around the back, as she had said, and shoved his cock into her mouth. Lilli wouldn't have been able to refuse him then. She'd have sucked him off, just as she did.
He knew then she was the wrong one. He should have sent Edna to lure the guy. Edna fucked like a goat, but she wasn't compulsive about it like Lilli was about cocksucking. Yen, he should have sent Edna.
Anyhow, he hated to have strange guys shoving their pricks into Lilli's mouth.
He winced and writhed as he began to get close. Lilli could suck the stuff out of a windmill. He stared down at her, marvelling again how Lilli could take so much of the cock into her mouth. He had only met one other dame who had been able to do that… Marge, a long time ago.
Marge had been the wife of a friend, Joey Man-dell, who had arranged for him to get a truck driving job once. About the time he started driving the truck, Joey had married Marge. Pete had met her plenty of times, and once had been to a party at Joey's house and had daneed with Marge in the wee hours… everyone was dancing very close in the half darkness. Joey was drunk.
Pete had got a huge hard-on, of course, while dancing. Marge had felt it and had pushed herself at it, snickering softly and biting his ear. Then, as the party was fading out, she had led him furtively to an unused room where she had investigated the big bulge in his pants, finding it pure prick.
He sat on a chair and pulled her down onto his lap and the spike had gone into her a yard or more. Marge loved it, but she loved it more when she slid off his lap and went down on it. Big as it was, she could take the entire thing into her mouth just as Lilli did.
Marge was itchy for his cock and made it easy for him to exercise it in the next few months. She was the first one who had ever swallowed his cock whole. She was different to him. She was more cock crazy than most girls he had known. He recalled that sometimes Joey complained that Marge damn near killed him… and now he knew what Joey meant. Pete would watch Marge's eyes go murky when he gushed down her throat.
It had all ended when Joey had changed jobs and had taken Marge off to some strange city. He had certainly missed her.
He watched Lilli blowing him, thinking about Marge, but not missing her anymore. Lilli was better than Marge, and more loving. Lilli loved a cock while she mouth-fucked it. Marge had usually attacked it in headlong passion, trying to make the cock spout as fast as possible. Lilli only did that when she was so itchy she couldn't stand waiting.
She made him come, jerking his shoulders against the fence, trembling and quaking with the sensations she sucked out of him. She cooed to the cock, whispering to it, telling it that it was a sweet thing, a delicious thing…
He let her moon over it for long minutes before he lifted her to her feet. She sagged against him, having booted one also.
He kissed her, "Feel better?"
"Uh huh." She clung to him. "Take me home an' screw me, huh?" He promised, wondering why she suddenly wanted that.
CHAPTER TWELVE
They got the bus early next morning, all of them half asleep, but eager to quit the town. Pete bought tickets to Columbus and they settled down to let the scenery slide by.
Edna had been nervous about the night's adventure. She had drunk half a bottle when they had gone and was drunk when he had returned with Lilli. She was so happy to see them, she had been almost hysterical, kissing them both over and over again… and so he had got horny and had fucked her on top of the bed with Lilli soothing her and kissing her.
The two girls were getting on better, he realized. They didn't make smart cracks or dig at each other anymore. He attributed this to.his own powers of persuasion, and to the fact that he kept them both well fucked and well sexed.
He slept, with Lilli's head on his shoulder. She was constantly reaching for Putzi, and he had to restrain her lest the other passengers get wrong ideas. He held both her hands when he slept for fear he should wake and find her sucking him with the entire bus looking on. Lilli probably wouldn't mind.
In the middle of the afternoon they reached Greenfield and got out to stretch and pee. There was a cafe at the bus stop; he ordered food while the girls refreshed themselves. Greenfield was a large town. He bought a paper and discovered the cops were still interested in the guy who had raped the broad in New York City.
It made shivers go up and down his spine. Shit, the cops oilght to forget it. It hadn't hurt her any… as a matter of fact she had enjoyed it. He wondered if she told the cops he had made her pop her pussy.
They had sandwiches at a counter, and coffee; the girls looked a little tired. Edna whispered that she was horny. He told her to save it, it wouldn't go to waste. Lilli finished her coffee and wandered out to buy a magazine to read on the bus. She came back in a hurry, eyes wide. "Honey, the cops are looking over the bus!"
Pete felt his face flush. His heart began to thump "Siddown," he told her, "act natural." He pushed the paper at her. Edna was biting her lips, her lovely dark eyes were scared. "Order more coffee," he told them. "I'll be right back."
Pete made his way, roundabout, to a window where he could look out at the wide drive where three busses were parked. Their bus was nearest the door. Lilli was right. There was a uniformed cop inside the bus, walking slowly down the aisle, looking around. There was another guy, stocky, hat pulled down, cop-looking, who was talking to the bus driver.
As he watched, a third plain-clothes man appeared and joined the two. Pete thrust both hands into his pants pockets and drifted back into the cafe. He paid the tab and motioned to the girls; they rose and followed him dutifully. He led them slowly out of the terminal, by a side door, trying to look inconspicuous. No one stopped them. Across the street from the terminal was a cheap-looking hotel, the Glenmar. It was crowded in between a dry cleaning place and a joint, the Dixie Bar. Pete paused before a show window; Edna came up on one side, Lilli on the other. They both clung to his arms, Lilli was trembling.
"I dunno if they're looking for us," Pete said in a low voice. "But we can't take chances. Those fuckin' cops got keys on their jails." "Maybe they'll go away," Edna said.
Pete shook his head. "Come on." He led them across the street, then paused near the hotel. "Edna, you go in and get a room." He handed her the overnight bag that Lilli still clutched. Edna had one just like it. "You put the bags in the room, then come back out and tell us the number. We'll slide up there later."
Edna nodded, took both bags firmly and marched into the lobby.
Pete watched her from the sidewalk. There were a couple of old-timers sitting in chairs, staring at the street. A woman in a brown coat with a hat that looked like leather, with leather flowers, was reading a newspaper. There was no one else in the small lobby but the clerk. He was young.