Unknown - The Mouth Seducers

Then, after a bit she would squirm back down to the prick and suck on it again with velvet lips, sometimes pressing it between her naked titties, sometimes whispering to him to stop the car so he could fuck her.

Once she took his fingers, pressing them to her pussy and moving them licentiously until she or-gasmed.

In the back seat Lilli and Minnie were sixty-nining, squirming together on the seat. Edna turned up the radio to cover their pantings and their sighs.

They drove all night and were near St. Louis in the morning.

Minnie said, "I know where we can find Jumbo…"

Pete remembered the name-Pooner had mentioned the guy. "Why should we see Jumbo?" he asked.

She snickered, "Cause he's a lot of fun." "What if Pooner calls him about us?"

"Jumbo thinks Pooner stinks… that's what he told me. Pooner gets him girls is all."

Pete smiled thinly. Who cares about a pimp? "We'd better put up at a motel for the day, then go see him when we're fresh… OK?"

"Yeh," Minnie agreed. "Jumbo knows ever'body too. Maybe he can put you onto something… you know, dough."

"Thass all we need," Lilli giggled. "We've got everything else."

Jumbo Conners lived in a big old two-story house in what had once been a wealthy and exclusive neighborhood. It wasn't any more.

Jumbo had been asleep when Minnie called him at noon, but a curious voice answered, and upon learning that Minnie knew Pooner, asked her if she was a cunt. Minnie said she was. Thereupon the voice asked her to come on over.

Minnie asked, "Can I bring my friends?"

The voice said, "Any of 'em cunts?"

Minnie had to admit they were.

Pete pulled the car into the driveway as they looked the house over. It was stucco and brick with a lot of weathered wood, and vines. Pete said, "The fuckin' vines gonna take over the place.", There was a three-car garage in the back with a station wagon in one stall. It had a gaudy sign painted on the side, 'Jumbo Conners, Music Specialist.' Edna said, "Dis must be de joint."

When they got out of the car, Lilli giggled, pointing. Pete followed her finger. A nude man had come out on a small, vine-wreathed balcony on the second floor of the house and was staring at them. He had a big hard-on.

He yelled, "Whatcho want?"

Pete called, "We're friends of Pooner."

The man said, "Sure, c'mon in." He pointed to the back door. He was tall and bald as an egg. A woman came up behind him and peered over his shoulder. She was a platinum blonde.

"Looks like screwin' time," Pete said under his breath. He led them over the gravel to the back door. There was no one in the large, square kitchen, though it smelled of coffee and burnt toast. They could hear music playing somewhere and it was cool inside. They went into the dining room and paused, looking around. There was a sort of sun porch room off to the right.

A woman's voice came from the porch, "Where's the fuckin' cigarettes?"

A man answered, "Layin' on your tits, Tisha. Jesus…"

She said, "Oh-"

Pete went to the wide doorway that gave onto the living room. The same tall bald guy was coming down the stairs, a towel draped across his middle. He looked at them and nodded. "Hi."

"Hi," Pete said. But the guy wasn't looking at him, the guy was looking at Minnie and Lilli and Edna.

"I'm Biggsy," he said, fishing a cigarette pack from the towel. "Jumbo's up in bed with Corine. Make you'selves at home."

Pete introduced them. Biggsy went around shaking hands. He also pinched each girl's tits, making them giggle.

Two other people came from the porch, a slim blond man wearing the skimpiest shorts Pete had ever seen-most of his pubic hair was showing- and a redhead who would stop any show. She was curvy and mostly naked. Her bra barely covered her nipples; it was flimsy cloth and showed them perfectly, and her bikini bottom was a tiny triangle. Pete felt Putzi stirring.

Biggsy introduced them as Tisha and Poodle… Poodle was the blond guy, and in the second look Pete knew the guy was a queen. He swished.

"We just got up," Biggsy said, running his hand down Minnie's back and patting her bottom. "If there's anything in the kitchen, you c'n have it."

"Or anything else you want," Tisha said, looking at Pete with a smoldering smile.

"Yes, Jesus, just ask," Poodle said with a lisp.

Pete said, "Thanks, you got a nice joint here."

Tisha sauntered over and took his arm. "Lemme show you around… " She led him into the huge living room, across it and out onto a patio. He glanced back; Lilli was staring after them, and Biggsy was taking Minnie upstairs.

It was impossible to concentrate on the house at all with her so close… all that tit-flesh wobbling and bobbling at his elbow. He kept staring at her sleek curves. She giggled at him and when they were out of sight of the others, she hugged his arm and pushed herself at him.

"I'll bet you're hot for me, huh?"

"How'd you guess?" He stopped and slid his hands about her slim waist. She came into his arms, pushing her crotch at him and moving it, revolving it, rubbing it, sliding her arms about his neck and pulling his mouth to hers.

Ol Putz was hard as a length of gaspipe. She said, "Ummm," as she felt it and lifted her leg to rub her crotch even closer.

Pete leaned against a viny brick wall and rubbed her practically bare ass. "Your motor's running."

"My motor's always running, for crissakes." She was kissing him passionately, sucking his tongue.

Pete looked around for a place.

She said, "Take me in there," nodding to a summer house.

He pushed her toward it, smiling as he saw her flick the string that held the little triangle; the bikini bottom fell off. Pete went through the door, unzipping his pants. One glance showed him the summer house had been used for screwing before. It had two sturdy straight-backed chairs and two sturdy couches and nothing else.

She paused at the first couch and turned as he came up and put his arms about her body. Her wide eyes were diamond bright, and her mouth was red. He let Putzi poke at her bush. She smiled and grabbed it with one hand as she kissed him. Then she gasped and said, "Hey! This is a fuckin' monster!"

"No, it's for fuckin' girls," he said and laid her on the couch. He got between her knees and let himself down on her. She was oooohing and ahhh-ing and rubbing the head of it on herself. "That's what you want, ain't it?"

She guided the head of it in, sucking in her breath. "Yeh, that's-what-I-want… ooooo, push it_easy_"

Pete worked it into her. She put her legs up about his waist and rolled her ass from side to side. He buried it to the hair, grinning down at her. She had a faraway look on her kewpie-doll face, concentrating on her pussy as he fed it in.

He said, "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

She shook her head and grinned. "It's jus' so fuckin' big… it fills me up. Nobody around here's got a cock like that."

"Not even Jumbo?"

She snickered in.his ear. "Hell, Jumbo's got a little one. Jumbo goes around screwin' everybody and half of the girls don't know they've been fucked."

Pete laughed. "Yeah?"

"Not like with yours, honey. Whad you say your name was?" "Pete Stringer. First name Peter."

Tisha giggled. "Peter with the big peter." She kissed him hotly, "Puck me, Peter. I been wanting this all morning. Biggsy's been upstairs with Cor-ine, and left me with Poodle. He's about as much use to a girl as balls."

"He's the fairy?"

"Watch 'im, honey. He's a cocksucking fool." "Are you?"

She giggled, "Yeh, if you want…" But her legs tightened about him. She wanted to get screwed real bad.

He was fucking her hard and steady, listening to the delightful music of her sighs, enjoying her kisses and the delicious movement of her supple body with his. Their joint friction was a voluptuous thing.