Chapter 4
Vic Miles flashed to his left off Kennedy Boulevard and brought his red convertible to a screeching stop in front of Sylvandale Drug. Entering, he waved to Hal Lemmon, who gave him the "O" sign with a fat thumb and stubby middle finger.
"Seven-Up, Vic?"
"Yeah, Hal, with. And make it snappy." "Yes, sir!"
"Over here, Vic," Gary called from a booth near the middle of the row.
Vic stretched his neck. He was in luck. Both of his pals were awaiting him. He sank down, putting his palm under his chin and smirking.
"Now what?" Dudley asked.
"Yeah!" Gary said. "Female trouble?"
Vic didn't answer. He blew out his breath and looked up when Hal Lemmon placed a tall frosted glass before him on the scarred board. Hal winked one shifty blue eye and held out his hand.
"Charge it, Doc?"
"Sure, Vic. Anytime."
Victor lifted the glass and downed half of it in one gulp.
"Mother! I needed that," he said.
He set the glass down and wiped his lips on the back of his hand, taking care not to muss his neatly trimmed beard.
"Hits the spot, don't it?" Gary asked.
"Don't know what we'd do without good old Hal," Dudley said.
Vic looked around, stretching his neck to peer into adjacent booths. They were empty.
"Hal's a help, all right," he said, "but am I broke!"
"Old man getting stingy?" Gary asked.
"Naw, it's not that." Vic studied his manicured nails. "He don't pay me any mind. It's that smart old stud, Lissa's father."
Dudley laughed. "Smacked you down again, eh?"
"Not again! Not Vic Miles! Once is a big slice."
He drained the glass and put it down with a snap. Hal Lemmon came shuffling over and Vic held out his glass. Hal took it and started away.
"Hey! How about us?" Gary said, indicating Dudley and himself.
Hal's eyebrows lifted and he looked at Vic.
"Sure, Hal. Put 'em all on my bill."
"Yes, sir! Three malts comin' up."
Dudley winked. "Foxy old stud, ain't he?"
Vic pulled a straw from the jar and started chewing the end. "Yeah, like I said. Lissa's old man is getting too smart for his B.S. degree. I might have to twist his arm."
"You're swinging!" Dudley said. "You'd queer yourself with Lissa."
"Nuts to that." Vic shrugged. "I might turn her over to you guys one of these days."
Gary grinned. "Dud and I will draw straws to see who gets her first."
"Mother! But suppose she won't play?" Dudley asked.
"No problem, pal," Vic shrugged. "Once these whistle chicks have a feather plucked the rest comes easy."
"Yeah?" Gary licked his thick lips. "Give us the thrilling details, pal."
"Okay, men, it went something like this." Vic blew out his breath and his eyes glittered. "Lissa and I," he said, "had sneaked into the Capitol Motel. You know, that swell joint about ten miles out Interstate Thirty? And we were both hotter than a high-powered short circuit. Lissa couldn't even wait till we got naked in bed. She jumped on me on a chair, straddled my knees, and jerked my fly open. She gave me a long, sizzling kiss as she reached down for my cock."
"She have any trouble finding the little thing?" Gary said, grinning.
"Never mind," Vic retorted. "It's plenty big when it gets hard." He shrugged. "Anyway, it started throbbing when I saw that Lissa wasn't wearing any panties. And that mat on her pussy looked just like the hair on her head, a dazzling, golden blonde.
"She called me 'lover', kissing me again, like I was the last stud alive.
"She jerked up against me, and I felt the head of my prong rub her clit. She jerked my pants out of the way. Her fingers groped around, started spidering my nuts. Then she lifted her hand and started a rocking movement that sent my whacker through that blooming hair and into her hot pussy. It wasn't long before we both got our cookies, but Lissa wanted more and fast."
"And your worm couldn't even wiggle!" Dudley kidded.
"Nuts to that!" Vic growled. "You don't have to lug a jackass cock around to thrill a whistle chick. I've got the word of a chippy for that."
"Okay, pal, okay," Gary said, chuckling. "But get on with the fucking details."
"All right, if you cut out the wisecracks," Vic muttered. "Anyway, Lissa got off my lap and started jerking off her clothes. I did, too, and in a couple of minutes we were naked as a plucked duck's ass and cuddled together on the bed. My whacker was up hard and stiff again, throbbing and jerking its head, looking at her pussy's golden crown.
"And men, it was pretty slick, I'll admit, with that red head weaving around and the little slit showing a glossy drop. And my seeds? They were pulled up tight like little cannon balls, all set to shoot their load. I rooted down between Lissa's neat boobs. Brother, were they something! They smelled like roses, fresh from a flower bed. Her enticing legs were spread out wide. She lifted them and let my whacker rub against her hot, eager pussy. I messed around a bit, the head of my prick rubbing her clit. She squirmed and whimpered. Then it found the grasping ruby lips of her pussy, and she clutched my ass with her legs and my whacker pushed all the way in."
"What did she say, Vic?" Gary joked. "Did she say if it was four inches shorter, you'd be a queen?"
"Down, boy! My cock's long enough. Anyway," Vic growled, "I could feel my bag strike her pretty ass. And the velvet-like muscles of Lissa's pussy were grasping and twitching, almost setting me wild. My whole screwing setup seemed about to melt into a jerking, spurting come before Lissa was ready.
"Brother, it was almost too good to live with. Lissa had never given me this inside muscle thing before, and I was about to pass out. You know, even me, I started moaning and groaning like the gals usually do. For a few seconds we rocked and pitched, then got our jollies together. And what a jolt! It was a crash of overpowering thrills and breathtaking tensions, stronger than you can imagine. I must have blacked out for a few seconds, or I couldn't have survived the exact moment we climbed the magic mountain."
"Magic mountain?" Dudley said.
"Sure, man, the hill you climb when the big moment smacks you. Anyway," Vic shrugged, "I finally got back to normal, and looked at Lissa. She seemed satisfied, like a well-fucked pussy cat. She kissed me tenderly. I felt a thrill flash down to my screwing equipment, but my prick was limber as the neck of a plucked pigeon.
"Well, Lissa kept kissing me. Her lips felt hot and her tongue tasted sweet. Her soft fingers spidered my body all the way from my knees to my nipples. Was she craving another fuck so soon? I really hoped not, because I didn't think my prick would come alive, at least for a few minutes. But she kept tickling it under the head, and damned if it didn't start coming to life. It stood up, got hard and stiff as a petrified bone and my balls began to tingle and twitch. She saw that, but I told her we better hold off a minute or two. To keep her happy, though, I knelt down to lave her blooming little pussy. She spread her gorgeous legs and her dimpled knees looked at the ceiling. I rubbed my cheeks against her sleek thighs and felt them quiver. Then I pushed my mouth against the ruby lips of her pussy.
"Well, I sucked it, not fretting about her sweet, overflowing cream. She had a very large clit for so neat a pussy. I got it between my lips and spanked it hard with my tongue. This made her squirm and push her pelvis hard against me. Her hips were twisting, and her pink-nailed fingers were clawing my hair. I held up for a second and she almost went wild. Then my tongue struck her clit again and I spanked it savagely. Damn, did she ever come.
"But she didn't calm down for a minute or two, and I used the time to get my whacker hard and stiff again. So Lissa got on her knees and turned her back, and we played big stallion and little mare. The magic moment came pretty damn sudden this time, while she worked on my cock with those thrilling muscles inside her joy box. I helped her by spidering her titties and pressing kisses on the alluring flesh of her flower-like neck and shoulders.
"After that," Vic yawned and stretched, "we felt like sleeping, and brother, we did, like a couple of telephone linemen after a hard night's work."