Unknown: The Mouth Seducers

In the next moment she climbed on him, straddling his body, panting, and worked the big prick up into her. Pete thrust up and buried it warm and deep as she sucked her breath.

Then she began to bounce and buck over it, fuck ing herself, kissing him happily. Pete held her asj and stabbed her all he could. It was fun. A couplt of times Lanny turned his head and stared at them, but he didn't say anything.

Pete saw him look at Lilli a few times too, bul she was apparently fast asleep.

The miles dropped behind them. The afternooA wore on.

"Roxbury, nineteen miles," Lanny said once. $5 zsrjSF. Asra-.s* r- good… V Jesus, i m gonna come

The lovely Edna made a pig of herself over his cock. She went into convulsions when the orgasm hit her, and kept jerking and squirming long after it had passed. Pete's long thick prick was so very hard and exciting she wanted to stay impaled on it forever.

She liked big thick pricks. Not all girls did, she was aware, but she did, and she was all that counted. She had gone with a guy once, Benny, for seven months because of his cock. Benny had been a real.shit, but he had such a big, lovely prick that she couldn't resist it. When he put it in her she forgot everything.

Lanny, With his average pecker, was a nothing. She liked it when it was in her, driving and ramming, but it didn't hit bottom.

Pete didn't shoot his wad easy either. Maybe it was because he was used to Lilli's mouth treatment. Lanny had told her at breakfast that Lilli was the craziest cocksucker he had ever-seen and that Monte Carlson ought to know about her. From the far-away look in Lanny's eye, Edna thought he might be planning a way to sell Lilli to Monte.

That was all right with her, if she could get her hooks into Pete thereby. She wanted to stay close to him where she could sit on his lap, or cradle him in her crotch.

She slid off Pete finally and went down on the weenie, trying to make him come. He merely lolled, grinning, and let her slobber over it.

She had to get off it when Lanny said they were coming into town.

Roxbury was. a fair sized town, busy but not crowded. Pete rolled the window down and gazed out. Edna combed her hair and Lilli yawned, stretching.

"We c'n stop at a motel I know," Lanny said, "If it's okay with you…?"

"I d'know a single pisser in this state," Pete said.

"You know me," Edna said.

He slapped her rump. "You're a cunt, not a pisser."

"Don't say that," she pouted.

Lilli looked over the seatback. "Girls don't like to be called cunts, darling." She smiled sweetly. "Even if they are."

Edna said, "What the fuck does that mean?"

Lanny growled, "Knock it off."

He threaded his way through the streets, seeming to know where he was. It took ten minutes to find the motel, the Kayford. "Johnny Kayford owns this joint. Johnny is an ex-hood, only don't mention it to him, huh?"

"What kinda hood?"

"Beer. From the Capone beer days. His wife is a doll named Jill." Lanny glanced at Pete. "You'll like her, boy."

"Is she a cunt?" Edna asked, looking at Lilli.

Lanny nodded. "She's a real cunt." He parked the Chev near the office and killed the engine.

Lanny was right. Jill Kayford was in the tiny office when Pete and Lanny entered. She was surprised to see him.

"Lanny! Where'd you blow from?" She came round the desk and kissed him, glancing at Pete. She was a honeyblonde, pretty in a kind of tight, hard way. Her dress was so tight across her ass and tits that Pete thought it might split. She wore her hair fluffed, which might account for the hard look to her face, he thought. She had wise eyes, and roving eyes, very like Edna's.

Lanny introduced them and her handclasp was warm and he thought it lingered. He gave her fingers an extra squeeze and thought he saw an answering glimmer in her eyes. Pete leaned over the desk while she made out the card, and looked down her dress. She gave them a double with two beds.

Lanny lingered behind to talk to Jill; Pete took the car down to number ten, parked it and unlocked the door. The girls trooped in and Edna sat on the nearest bed.

"I'm for a shower, anyone want to take it with me?"

"There's your chance," Lilli said, looking at Pete.

Edna began to undress, waggling titties, but Pete was still thinking about Jill. How could he get Putzie into that?

When Edna went into the shower alone, reluctantly, Lilli came over, embracing him, kissing him. "Let's get away from these two," she said. "Huh? Why? Is Lanny getting on your nerves?" "It's not that… "

"You want me to stop screwing Edna?" Lilli shook her head. "They're kinda shitty people is all."

Pete chuckled. "Hell, I'm a car thief." "Honey, you're an honest car thief. I think Lanny is vicious-you know what I mean?" She rubbed his cock from force of habit at being so near him. "He's mean and-little." "What about Edna?"

Lilli shrugged. "She's only a poor damn- cunt." She slid her hand into his pants. "She wants to get away from him too. Why don't you go in and screw her?" "Huh?" "It'll take your mind off Jill," she said, squeez- ing Putzie hard.

He laughed. "No it won't."

Lanny came back. "There's a cafe down the block. You all wanna EF or FF?" He polished his glasses.

Lilli asked, "What's that?"

"Eat first or fuck first," Lanny explained. "Where's Edna?" "In the shower."

Lanny went in the bathroom and undressed.

"Let's SF," Lilli said. She pulled him by the cock over to the bed. Pete laid her out on her back, climbed up to sit on her chest and put his dick into her mouth. He held her head and fucked her between the lips as hard as he could go.

Edna had fucked him and licked him without making him come. He gave it all to Lilli, a quart of creamy sizzling jism.

It was very dark outside when they returned from the cafe. Jill was standing outside the office door smoking a cigarette. "Johnny isn't back," she said. "Come in and have a drink."

Her apartment was just through the office, one very similar to number ten. "Where is he?" Lanny asked.

"He had to go over to Larrabee. That's about fifty miles north. He might have to stay over. Sit down, I'll get the ice."

Pete, eyes on her fanny, gathered up glasses and went with her into the kitchen. He lined the glasses up on the sink and found a jigger. Jill had a sweet ass. She had changed her clothes and now wore a tight mini that showed very shapely legs, and a blouse that showed a hell of a lot of tit before the first button. They wobbled when she walked in a manner than made his mouth water. She must be a hell of a lot younger than her husband if he had once worked for Capone. Was she getting the right kind of cock?

She brushed by him, popping ice into the glasses. "There's some snacks in the icebox."

"Yours isn't," he said, slapping her butt very lightly.

She turned and cocked her head at him, smiling slightly. "Watch that kinda talk around Johnny. He's jealous."

"But he ain't here." Jill glanced at the doorway. The others were in the living room and someone had just switched on music. She sidled closer, the blue, roving eyes darkening, the smile deepening. She pushed her pussy at his hip. "No, he isn't, is he?"

Pete's hand shook as he poured the liquor. "Man, you gimme a hard-on!"

Jill snickered. One hand reached around him and darted to his fly. She patted it, pressed it, and her eyes widened. "Oh yeah!? Is that you-is that all you?"

"No, it's yours, cutie."

She took a deep breath. Grabbing the cloth-covered cock in strong fingers, she rubbed her cunt up and down on him, up and down. Then she stepped back, staring. Her chest was heaving.

He said, "You want it, cutie?"

She picked up the tray of glasses and went out. Pete got the snacks out of the icebox. He couldn't go anywhere till his pecker went down.