Chapter 5

After we had eaten we got a canoe and went out on the lake. Hope remembered that she was going to call her father and inform him that she was now out in the wide, wonderful world. So we went back and she hung up in the middle of her old man's blast of piety. Then the boys were there, and it was time for rehearsal. Hope sat on the stand and listened while we ran through a couple of numbers. She knew enough about music for what she had to do, and from what little she said I knew that she had a feeling for the hot accent. The question was whether she had a voice. Nickie handed her a sheet with the words to a standard; "Lover Man."

"I don't need this," she said.

So we took the beat and played a chorus and she came in the second time around and went through it all right.

"That's not bad," said Nickie.

It wasn't bad at all. She wasn't anything to rave about, but that wasn't what we had been looking for anyway, because the only thing she had to do was look good to the customers.

"I'll have to talk to the Greek about it," Nickie said. "But if he says all right, you're in."

That made Hope feel pretty good, and she sang the next few a lot better. She was all right for what we wanted. Pretty soon the Greek came in and listened while she sang a few tunes, and then the three of them went off to a booth and argued a while. Then Hope and Nickie came back looking good and the Greek went someplace to make some more money.

"She's in," Nickie said. "The Greek is going to fix it for her to have a room at one of his cottages and he's paying her seventy-five."

I thought that was pretty good. We played on for another hour and then I took Hope aside and told her I thought she was pretty lucky.

"I think so too. Let's go for a walk and celebrate," she said.

We went back to the road that went around the lake and walked along it for a while until we came to a spot that was relatively clear of paper and beer cans. I was feeling glad that she had found me down by the lake the night before.

"Do you think I'll do okay?" she wanted to know.

"One way or another, you'll do," I said.

I gave her a cigarette and we sat there and smoked. She leaned back on a tree and I was reminded that she still didn't have any panties on, and for that matter, no clothes except what she had on. I asked her what she was going to do about that.

"I could go back to town and get into the house while my father is preaching his sermon tonight," she said.

There was a bus sometime that night, and I told her I would go down with her, and she said that would be fine.

She drew her legs up higher and laughed.

"It's sort of funny," she said. "The wages of sin is seventy-five dollars a week and a room at the cottage."

I kept looking up under her skirt at her bush and cunt, and when she saw what I was doing she moved her legs apart a little so that I could see better. My hard-on became so stiff, I thought it would never go down again.

"What was the name of that fellow I came up here with last night?" she asked.

I said I didn't know his name.

"What did he do, just give me away to everybody who came along?"

I told her again that the fellow had disappeared and we had met her out by the car and she had wanted to show her cunt, and bush.

"Like this?" she said.

She lifted her skirt and shoved her fanny forward and looked at me through the smoke of her cigarette.

"Not just like that," I said.

I went to the tree and sat down with her, running my hand up her leg. She put her legs together and I pulled them apart.

"That was my resistance. I never give in without a struggle," she said.

I patted her thighs and slid my hand between them and pinched the soft undersides, and I pulled her dress up all the way. Hope put her legs out straight and looked at them.

"I wonder how such a pretty little thing is such a cock chaser," she said. "Is that what you're thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking just then. And if I had been it wouldn't have been that."

"All right. But you wonder just the same, I'll bet. I do, I know. And I don't know the answer. I can't imagine why I'm such a push-over. I'm one of those girls that just love dicks—in my mouth, in my cunt or even up my ass."

I pinched the skin on her belly and shoved one hand up under her skirt until I had her tits under it. Anyway, she was easy to fuck after that, she got hot very quickly. Besides, as she said, cocks fascinated her.

Hope sat up and lifted her arms over her head so that I could slip her clothes off. I laid them on a stump and then put my clothes on top of it.

She grabbed my stiff prick and made a fist around it and drew up her muscles like a little boy.

"That bush hair drives me wild. Every time I see a man's bush-hair I want to take down my pants, even if it's just somebody old with whiskers," she said.

She dug her fingers through my bush-hair and felt my balls, rolling them around in her hand.

"I remember licking somebody's balls last night," she said. "Are you sure they weren't yours? They were awfully hairy, and I remember that there was sperm in the hair and I was licking it out, but I can't remember who it was."

"That was somebody else," I said.

"And I'll bet I was even too drunk to go down on you, then, wasn't I. That's the way I love to finish off a good fuck."

She rolled my prick in her hands and pulled the foreskin back from my big head, and by that time it was dripping a soft, clear glad-cum from my pee-hole. She got her fingers into my moist foreskin and rubbed them together lovingly and with real finesse.

"I could play with a prick all day and never get tired of it. Look at what it's doing now, all over my fingers," she said.

My prick-head was very hot and red when she rubbed it on her thigh. I pulled myself against her and shoved myself over her and made her slide down flat to the ground. She kept playing with my cock, running her encircling fingers up and down the rigid shaft to my balls.

She wriggled her ass on the leaves and grass with a rustling sound.

"I'll lick your cock first," she said. "I'll french you. I'll go down on you."

She whispered it. I dropped down on her with my hands on her thighs and my weight on her teats and pulled my prick over her belly and through her pussy.

"I'll do anything for you. I'll suck your balls or your prick or your fingers or toes or even your ass," she said.

Her legs on each side of me were hot—hotter near her cunt. Her lips were rubbing my cock.

"I'm crazy for men, all men. My mother ran away from my father with another man, and if she was like me I know why. When I'm tight you can see how really cock-crazy I am. But I'm not tight now."

She held my throbbing prick and rubbed it over her wet pussy and in her cunt, like a child laboriously tracing figures with a huge pencil, and jazzed her belly against mine. Her cunt was warm and soft and I could feel the wet bush-hair under my prick and the outer lips of her cunt slipping apart and taking the tip of my cock in.

I half stood and half crouched over her, and she raised her head far enough to kiss my prick and run her tongue over it and then she fell back again. I looked at her mouth. Her lips were sticky.

"If you stand up, I'll do it. Or come down further, but I can't reach you this way."

I crouched closer to her and put one hand under her head and put my cock very close to her mouth. Finally I pushed the knob over her lips.

"You can do it now," I said.

Hope looked up into my face and opened her mouth. The head slid into her mouth as her lips covered my shaft, and her tongue licked down on it. I shoved it further into her mouth, and she made a face and gagged a little, because I have a good-sized dong.

"That's just your own cunt-juice you taste. Is it really that bad?" I asked.

"Do you want to find out?" she said.

I stuck my prick into her throat right down to my balls and kept it there, and she sucked it without making any more faces. She sucked for a long time, harder and harder, until I had to make her stop or shoot in her mouth.

"What's the matter?" she said.

"You want to be fucked, don't you?"

I was sitting back on my heels, and my prick was still only a few inches from her lips. She stabbed her tongue out at it but couldn't quite reach it.

"I frenched you too long. It wouldn't be much fun for you to screw me when you were trying to keep from shooting all through it. Let me finishing sucking you," she said.

"What about you?" I said.

"You can jerk me off if you want to. I'd like to have you stick your fingers up my cunt and play with my clitoris."

If that was the way she wanted it, it was all right with me. I threw myself over to one side where I could get my hands on her wet cunt-lips and she could get her face at me and I grabbed for her pussy. She rubbed my prick over her face and stuck it into her mouth and went to work on it again. I slid two fingers down through her hair and into her slit. I rubbed them around in it and finally got them up into her hot hole and worked them in and out.

I had the feeling she was really enjoying this a lot more than what she had been doing in the car the night before, because then she had been quiet. Now she humped her ass up and down and I kept my fingers moving in her and I thought from the way she acted she might really cum before I let go my load in her mouth.

She had my prick half into her throat when I shot, and the first spurts choked her. But as soon as she had swallowed she was all right.

"I want to be sucking your dick when I cum," she said. "Don't pull it away."

She said that when my prick was soft and finished. I dangled it in front of her mouth for a minute, and it was wet and limp, but she wanted it, so I dropped it into her open mouth and she sucked it until she came, her cunny twitching under my fingers as she yowled like a cat.

After a couple of minutes she sat up and said "What times does that train leave?"

I looked at my watch and found that we had just about enough time to make it, so we got up and brushed the leaves and twigs from each other's ass and dressed.

We hurried back to the cottage and I borrowed some cash from Nickie and then we got a canoe and paddled across the lake to the railroad station. We chained the canoe to the pier and I went in and got tickets and the train pulled in just as I was leaving the ticket window.