Chapter 1
I'm a horn-blower, licorice-stick, sax, French horn—you name it and I play it. This is my story, rough, but that's how I live...
There was a note stuck in the mirror in the hall when I got in:
"Mr. Pelter called. Will phone later." I crumpled the note in my hand and went upstairs to my room. The bed had not been made yet, so after I put my instrument cases in the corner I pulled the top cover over it and sat down, because there was more light at that side of the room. I could not imagine why Eddie Pelter should call me, and I had not the slightest notion of when 'later' was. I did know that if he did not call before half an hour he would have to look me up someplace else, because I was through living in that crummy boarding house.
I sat on the bed and looked around at the room and wondered, just as I had wondered almost every day for the three months that I had lived there, how in the world a bare foot mark ever got in the center of the ceiling that way. Had some whore fucked a client too enthusiastically—bounced the poor bastard off the ceiling with a mighty heave of her twat?
A key rattled in the lock, and the door opened and there was the girl who cleaned the rooms on the rare occasions when they were cleaned. She came into the room without seeing me, and then stopped.
"Excuse me," she said.
She started to go out. I called to her.
"You don't have to go. I was just sitting here."
She wasn't a bad looking kid. I had, had her tagged for a lay ever since I had moved into the place, but somehow I never got around to finding out if she'd fuck for me if I put it to her. I had come in rather quietly one day, and on the way up to my room I had passed an open door and the fellow who lived in that room had been sitting on a rocking chair with this broad on his lap and his hand up her dress, playing with her twat. They hadn't seen me and I had gone on and never mentioned it when I saw her. I'm sure they followed through with a hot hump and I had really intended to try a little game of "feel my pussy" with her myself some time.
"I was going to make your bed," the girl said. "I usually make it in the afternoon when you're not in."
"Sit down and take a load off your cute ass," I said. "You won't have to make it today because I'm not going to be here any more."
She looked around at the bags and at the small pile of junk I was leaving behind.
"You're a musician, aren't you?"
She didn't say anything about my leaving. People in rooming houses are always going away to another shit-house, hoping it will be better than the last.
"I've seen you playing out in Green Par," she said. "I forget the name of the place."
"Riley's," I said. You won't see me there either. I've got another job at Castle Lake for the summer."
"Is that why you're leaving?"
I said yes, that was why, and I tried to think out my next move, because I wanted to lay that babe before I sailed out of that place.
"I'd offer you a drink, but I finished the bottle," I said.
She was sitting in the chair with the bad leg and neither of us said anything more for a minute. She had her good-looking knees spread apart and I began to get a hard-on.
"I hope Mrs. Katzen doesn't come back and find me sitting in here doing nothing. She doesn't like me to become familiar with the roomers."
Mrs. Katzen was the landlady, and as blowsy an old whore as I've ever seen.
"She's really an aunt of mine, you see," the girl said. "I guess she's afraid of something happening to me."
She lifted her brows when she said that, and looked sideways at me, putting her knees together.
"What kind of something?"
"Oh—you know. With a man in every room, she thinks someone will throw me on a bed and rape me..."
She was fussing with the edge of her dress and crossing and then re-crossing her legs. The chair wobbled and she moved quickly to keep from falling over. I got a quick glance up under her dress and saw enticing, creamy bare skin.
"Don't you ever stop anyway?" I asked.
"I'm here now," she said.
I studied the girl. She was a stupid little piece of ass, and I had known that all along. I knew also that I was acting in a way that might have surprised a lot of people I knew. Once I would have worried about that, but that was a long time ago, when I was jerking off in secret, and reading Proust publicly. Now I didn't give a damn about the intellectual capacity of any of the cunts I fucked, so long as they were gone next morning. The chair was under control, but I had another short flash of those slim thighs, and this time the view was better and I could see she was wearing only a pair of thin panties. I took another drag on my cigarette and then snapped it through the open window.
"I think I know what you need," I said, looking down at the stiff hard-on bulging out of my pants.
We sat and looked at each other. Then, because she evidently wanted me to make the first move, I got up from the bed and took two steps toward the chair. The girl turned her face up to me and smiled. She had nice even teeth and a good mouth. I didn't mind kissing her. I could see she had noticed my stiff prick.
I pressed the chair to keep it from falling over and slid my hand over her shoulder and down the front of her dress. She wiggled some, but she didn't object, and in a second I had one of her teats. All things considered, she had damn big teats for her size, because she didn't weigh more than a hundred and ten pounds, but the breasts she had would have worn well on any woman. She didn't say a word when I started to feel them, but in a minute or two she began to show that she liked to play that game.
"The chair is liable to collapse," I said. "I never sit on it."
We went to the bed and she sat on it and then let herself fall back across it while I sat beside her on the edge. Her dress pulled up above her knees when she lay back, and she crossed her arms behind her head and looked down at them. I didn't wait for a formal invitation to fuck.
Her garters were very tight around her thighs, and almost the first thing that I did was to unroll her stockings and slip the elastic bands off. That left her stockings wrinkled around her knees, and I was going to take them off, but as soon as I had her shoes off and started on the stockings she stopped me.
"Do it, lover, but don't undress me," she said.
"C'mon, let's get naked and make it a good screw," I said.
She rubbed the leg nearest to me against my hard-on and pulled her dress up a little.
"My aunt may come back and catch you fucking me."
"She won't come in here."
"I know, but don't undress me."
"Did she ever catch you," I said.
"Almost. I had to hide in a closet for two hours."
I left her stockings as they were and pulled her dress up. She had nice legs, a little too short in the thighs so that I knew her ass would be too heavy, but nice then. Her ankles were small, and her calves reminded me of Indian clubs; I could span her ankles with a thumb and finger.
"My dress will get wrinkled in the back," she said. "I guess she won't notice if you don't get it stained..."
She sat up and wriggled to get it up from under her ass and then she spread it out under her back. I pushed the front of it over her belly. Her belly-button winked at me.
She put her hands behind her head again and I slid my hands up her legs right to her twat. Her panties were tight from having been washed and shrunk a lot, and the elastic top of them dug into her belly. They fitted her closer than her skin, and around the edges of the black mound of bush that was flattened under them little curls of bush hair lay on her skin. I rubbed my hand over the silk mound and pushed my finger down to one of those tufts of hair and tickled it.
"How did you know I would fuck you?" she asked. "You didn't seem to be worried about me raising hell or anything."
I began to roll her panties off, and they were very hard to slip over her big ass-cheeks. She wriggled on the bed and I tugged them down and they rolled up into a tight coil.
"I don't know," I said.
Maybe I didn't. There's a gag: if you lay one brick you're not a bricklayer, but if a girl sucks one cock she's a cocksucker. I'm not so sure. How the hell do you know anything about women? I once went with a girl for six months and never touched her more than experimentally, and then one night when she had been chewing my tongue and soul-kissing way down my throat, she said: "They say that a girl who does that will do anything." I thought It had something to do with the stars and be mine forever, and it wasn't until the next time I saw her and she told me a long, story about 'a girl' who told a boy that she; "Didn't do it that way anymore" and then he got her into a corner on her knees and almost choked her to death that I realized that I was passing up a lot of good hot cocksucking that she was handing out to the lads around town. After that she blew me regularly, until some fellow married her. Then she was strictly a one man woman, as far as fucking was concerned, but she'd still blow anybody at the tug of a zipper.
"I don't know," I repeated.
That seemed to satisfy the girl. She lifted her legs so that I could get her panties past her knees, and what she turned up in the air was bigger and hairier and juicier looking than I had hoped for, and certainly more of all of those things than it had any right to be at her age. What a gorgeous snatch. I kept her legs up in the air like that and just looked at her cunt for a few minutes, and the girl kept her hand behind her head and looked back at me. I finally slid one hand over the under part of her leg and caressed her cunt-lips and clitoris a few times. That made her jump, but she still didn't say anything.
Her cunt was one of those dark red, ripe-looking ones, almost disappearing in the hair growing around it and over it. She was the type that had to go to bed for three days out of the month and screws like a mink on the day's when she's able. The musky moist odor of her cunt was so heavy that I wondered why it was that it could be noticed only when she was on her back with her legs open.
"Just a second," I said. "Don't go anywhere."
I went to the door and snapped the catch on the lock so that it couldn't be unlocked from the outside, and before I went back to the bed, I took off all my clothes.
"Let me undress you," I said.
No, she insisted that I fuck her with her clothes on. That was all right. I wasn't going to argue about it. I got onto the bed and rolled her up against the wall, with her back to it, and I shoved my hips up to hers and stuck my stiff prick on her belly.
"How do you like that cock?" I said.
I pulled her hand down to it and she grabbed it and popped the head out of my foreskin by squeezing it between her thumb and finger, the way you pop an orange seed out of the window.
"I like them all, but yours has an extra thick shaft and a real big head."
"Yes, I guess it'll do."
I wished that I had gotten around to jazzing that babe before, because she could probably have figured some way to come up and visit me at night, and there had been plenty of times when I had come home and looked forward to any cunt being there. There was a young couple in the back who never bothered to pull down their shades. Lots of times when I had come home and looked out, I could see them jazzing away as if that night was the last one they were going to live. The girl was nice looking, too, and more than once I'd get heated up watching her going down on his cock or licking his ass-hole or something and then I wouldn't get any sleep for the rest of the night.
The girl was dabbing my cock with her thumb, and it wasn't long before she was acting as though she'd picked up a handful of flypaper.
"That sticky stuff oozing out gets between my fingers," she said.
"You ought to know by now what happens when you begin to fool around with a prick," I said.
She pushed her hand into my hair and pulled tufts of it through her fingers and rubbed them with it. I unbuttoned the front of her dress, but it didn't open far enough for me to get her teats out, and the best I could do was to get my hands down and squeeze her hard nipples.
"Why the hell can't you take off your clothes and enjoy our little hump? Nobody's going to come in here, and if they did, just what they saw now would be damning enough."
But she wouldn't take off her clothes, and that was all there was to it. She tied my legs up in hers and started to sock her hot pussy against me, and I put one hand around in back of her and started to shove a finger up her ass-hole. And then the phone rang downstairs.
"To hell with it," I said.
She got away from me, though. She pulled up her stockings and knotted them in the back to keep them up. Then she let her dress fall down and went out and downstairs.
"If it's for me, say I'm not in. And don't forget to come back." I said as she was going out.
In a couple of minutes the buzzer in the hall began to ring and I stuck my head out of the door and yelled down and the girl answered. It was for me. I went back and put on some clothes and then I went downstairs. And I saw why she had called me instead of doing as I suggested. Mrs. Katzen was out front leaning on the fence talking to somebody.