Chapter 4

The Greek wasn't around when we got back. We set up in a hurry and went back to work. Bubber was playing like a weed artist who's on his high, and I thought he was going to split the bell of his trumpet.

"That blow job seems to have done you good," Nickie said.

"That was what I needed. I feel terrific," Bubber said.

Between numbers, Skeets came back.

"She waiting out there in the car," he said. "She's ready to take on the whole bunch. She likes us."

We couldn't think about anything but that babe out in the car all hepped up to go down on us all. Nickie thought it over and then said that we might as well take it while it was waiting for us, so we got it fixed up so that we would take turns at leaving the stand. Joey wanted to go next.

"And don't take too damn long," Nickie said. I can't say how we played that night. The boys kept going out and coming back, and when they came back they were so set up that they could find some real music in almost any number we played, and even those of us who hadn't gone out to see the girl got into it. Roy and I were the only two who hadn't fucked her by about two-thirty, and he looked pretty anxious when he put his instrument down and went out. But in about two minutes he was back, and the music he played was pretty sad. When that piece was through he told us that she was gone, and he had to take a lot of kidding in the next half hour.

At three a.m. we quit playing. We had something to eat and talked about a rehearsal for the next day, and then we broke up. There were still some people around and things to do, and those of us who didn't go to the cottage went off.

I went by myself down to the pier where the boats were chained. I was thinking of renting a canoe and going out on the lake for a while. While I was thinking about it somebody called to me and turning I saw the girl running down toward me.

"Have you seen Dick?" she said. "I can't find the car anyplace."

She had gone off by herself for a few minutes and when she came back the boyfriend was gone. Fine, that was fine.

"You'll have to catch a ride back with somebody else," I said.

The girl stumbled when we walked back up the hill. It occurred to me that nobody would want the responsibility of taking home a girl as loaded as she was.

"What's your name?" I said.

"Hope."

"All right, Hope. Let's go up this way." I took her up to the cottage. Some of the boys were upstairs raising hell, but there was no one downstairs. I told Hope to sit down, and she sat on the couch, her skirt riding up to her pussy.

"I'm going back to the Greek's to find you a ride to town. You stick around here until I come back," I said.

I had an idea that I could find her a ride and I went out and back down to the place. The cars were beginning to thin out and it took me quite a while to find her a ride. Most of the people there were as badly stoned as she was, and I didn't want to have anything to do with her getting killed in an auto accident. I finally found two couples who were going back. They said they had room and that they were starting back right away. I went back to get her.

Hope was lying on the couch. She had passed out cold and was lying on her stomach with her skirt up and her ass bare and one leg half on and half off the couch. She was a blonde, and the hair sticking out from between her legs was blonde and silky. She was still wet between the legs, and there were starchy patches of dried sperm on her thighs.

I turned her over and pulled one of her eyelids open. She was okay. She wasn't going to die on my hands, but she wasn't going to wake up either. I got her into a sitting position and worked on her for a few minutes but nothing happened. She was out for the night.

I sat down on a chair and looked at her and tried to think of what to do. I only knew her first name and didn't have any idea of where she lived, and it seemed like a dirty trick to pass her off on the other people, so I finally decided that she would just have to stay there.

She couldn't very well stay on the couch. We had arranged things so there were just enough sleeping space and blankets for everyone. That meant she would have to sleep in a bed and that meant my bed, because I didn't have any intention of making her luscious cunny a present to any of the other boys. I lifted her to her feet and managed to rouse her enough so that I didn't have to actually carry her, and got her upstairs and into the room I shared with Joey. I put her on the bed and undressed her. There wasn't much to take off, and in about a minute I had her stripped.

She wasn't any kid. She was young, but she was a woman, and she had much more hair on her pussy than I had around my cock. While I was looking at her she moved and put her hand down to her cunt and curled up with her ass toward me.

Just then Joey came in.

"Close the door," I said.

He closed the door and locked it and he came over to look at the girl too.

"When did she turn up?" he said.

I told him how she happened to be there and that it looked as though we were going to have her on our hands for the night.

"That suits me," he said, a hard-on showing in his pants.

He went to the girl and shook her. He rolled her onto her ass and squeezed her tits.

"Did you see her going down on me?" he said.

Joey sat on the bed and rubbed his thumb over her mouth a few times.

"Hey, you cocksucker, French this," he said. His thumb went into her mouth but nothing happened.

"Are you sure she's all right?" he asked.

I said yes, she was all right.

"Well," he said, "I won't stick around here. I've got a date on the other side of the lake. I just came back to get out of this monkey suit."

"I want to go back and tell those people not to wait, so will you stick around for a minute? I don't want to leave her alone like this.

"She won't go very far like that," Joey smiled.

I went out and closed the door after me. The people were gone, anyway, and when I got back I found Joey still undressed. He had the girl across the bed with her legs spread wide apart, her knees curled up and with her hole showing sperm dribbling out. He said he had just been fucking her.

"It's no fun when she doesn't wiggle that ass of hers." He shook one of her breasts and she didn't move, and he speared her cunt good with his fingers and she only moved her legs a little. He dressed and then stopped on his way out the door. "She's all yours," he said.

When he was gone I locked the door again. I put her in my bed and then wondered if I should go out and find myself some kind of date, but I decided not to. I got out of my clothes and put out the light and got into bed with the girl.

She was very soft lying next to me, and I couldn't keep my hands away from her. I pushed up against her and rubbed my cock into her big ass and reached around in front. I pulled at her nipples for a while and then I slid my hands all over her belly, her pussy and her thighs. I thought that I might as well fuck her, so I got my prick in under her ass and shoved it against her bush and then my head slid in as easily as though she had been helping.

I shoved my cock into her and pumped away for awhile, but Joey was right, it just wasn't anywhere near as much fun that way. I finally came inside her after awhile and stopped screwing her. I got as far to the other side of the bed as I could. After a long time I managed to go to sleep.

Sunday at the lake was a pretty dull day, and when I woke the next morning I didn't hear a sound. The girl was awake, sitting there deep in thought. I asked her what was on her mind.

She started to bawl. Now she couldn't go home. Never. Then it came out. Her father was a preacher, a strict disciplinarian. She didn't believe him when he said kissing boys was evil. That you would go to hell. She wanted to find out. She started out by kissing, and now, though she didn't mention it, she was an expert in the fine art of Frenching

"That's the story. And that means that this time I'm finished. He used to threaten to throw me out if I came home later than ten. Even if I hadn't done anything bad last night, he'd throw me out for staying out all night."

"I tried to get you home last night. It was pretty late then," I said.

"Thanks," she said. "Now tell me, who lives here?"

"The band. Eight of us."

She looked shocked.

"And did I—oh dear."

"Not here," I said. "You did that in the car, earlier."

I filled her in on the happenings of the night before.

"I must have been a mess with all that screwing and frenching..."

I thought she looked charming. I wanted to screw her again right then and there, and I told her so.

"All right," she said. "You don't hate me. That's good, but what do I do now?"

"I don't know. Maybe you should telephone your family so that they don't spend the day looking through the morgue or calling all the hospitals.

"There's just my father. I'll call him. It will make him happy to think I've gone bad and proved his predictions. I may even tell him about every cock I tasted and every prick that plowed me."

"How old are you? Do you have any money?"

"I'm eighteen and I have five dollars in that purse on the chair, if it's not spent."

"I guess you get a job, then," I said.

"Where?"

I had an idea. I was afraid to mention it to her, because all women think they can sing, but I finally asked her.

"I don't know, I've never tried," she said.

"You can find out today. That is, if you don't object to working with a bunch of guys who know you pretty damned well."

"They really all screwed me?" she said.

"They all did something to you. All but Roy and me."

"Well, if the boys don't mind working with me after all that sucking and fucking, I guess I can stand it. But I have to see if I can sing first, don't I?"

"That's the idea. Say, are you hungry?"

"Yes. If you'll look the other way I'll get some clothes on and if there's someplace to eat we can have breakfast together."

"Why the hell should I look the other way? I got to know every part of you pretty well last night."

She thought it over, then rolled out of her side of the bed as I rolled out of my side.

We stood and just looked at each other. My prick wasn't really hard, but it was pretty big, and she kept staring at it as if it fascinated her. This was sure one cock-crazy broad.

I gave her my comb to use and we got dressed and went downstairs. The only place in the house where they was any running water was in the kitchen. Nickie was reading a paper on the couch, and he looked surprised when he saw us.

"Hello, Nickie," I said.

Hope nodded too and we went to the kitchen.

"Is he one of them? Did I screw him?" she asked.

"His story is that you did practically everything," I said.

I showed her where to find the towels and then I went in to talk to Nickie about giving her a try-out with the band. He didn't like the idea at first, but he finally said he would see what she could do. That was all I wanted. Hope came in then, and I left her talking to him and went to the kitchen to shave. When I got back, Joey had come in, Roy was there and they were all getting along all right. I said we ought to have some breakfast, and Hope and I started for the Greek's.

"What about it?" I asked.

"They didn't say anything about the orgy we all seem to have had last night. I think I can get along with them," she said.

I get very surprised at people sometimes. I hadn't thought that the boys would have that much good sense. I didn't mention that.