Chapter 9
I was living real high off the hog you might say. It turned out that Tina had a girl friend she'd neglected to inform me about, which wasn't surprising. That Mexican cunt had been so hot to have my big cock shoved deep into her cunt, she hadn't known which end was up that first night. At first I just couldn't picture two broads living there in that small a space when Tina had gotten around to informing me about that girl friend of hers.
"She really don't live here that steady," Tina had said and laughed. "She comes and goes to please herself, if you know what I mean. She paints some really wild portraits as she will be more than happy to explain to you, I'm sure."
Even while Tina had been filling me in about her girl friend, I'd had the idea that she was doing her best to arouse my curiosity so I'd stick around for a while to meet the young lady. There really hadn't been any need for her to have gone to so much trouble, for I'd already decided to spend at least three days with her, if not more. That little Mexican cunt was not only one broad who really knew how to fuck, but one hell of a good cook. I'd been living alone and eating in lunchrooms for so long, that having found that combination all rolled into one such delightful package, I wasn't about to go running for the hills. Maybe I was wrong, but I had the feeling those Chester broads would wait.
On the second day I was there, Tina got around to calling in sick and learned she'd been replaced. She'd shrugged her shoulders and laughed after she'd hung up the phone. "Who the fuck is he trying to kid?" Tina had said and that was the last she'd mentioned her job or the lack of a job, so I just kept my own big mouth shut.
That same day Tina got dressed and went out to do some shopping. I slipped her a twenty-dollar bill just to test her reaction and found that she took it without batting an eye, much less giving it a second thought. Some broads I'd shacked up with would have kicked me out on my ass for even having offered to buy the food. They didn't like the meaning a guy could read into a relationship once they took even a gift from him, and I couldn't really blame them.
I knew there were some guys who could be stinkers. Once a girl took a buck, or even a stinking pack of cigarettes from them they got to feeling like kings and even started acting as though they'd married the girl.
Once I was left alone I searched around Tina's place and managed to come up with a note pad and a pen. It was a real old pen with a tip that looked as if it might have been made of pure gold. I moved to that old sofa and found that it was strong enough to hold my full weight. I sat with my back against one arm of it and put my feet against the other arm so that my legs wouldn't get cramped.
Most of my notes were about Tina and some of the things she'd told me about that little coffee house where she had been working. It was one of those little things you could use as background for a sex novel or at least four or five good chapters of such a novel. Like all such places of its kind, there were a lot of those real oddballs hanging out there day in and day out.
I'd made two full pages of my short, messy typed notes when I got my first introduction to that girl friend of Tina's. I had been expecting a way-out type broad, but that little hippy blonde was something else. Sure, I knew members of her group liked to do their own thing, but it seemed she carried it just a bit too far.
She came bursting into the apartment singing at the top of her voice. She wore a pair of old jeans that had been cut off so short, that it was actually a surprise to discover they still had a crotch. Along with those cut-off jeans, she wore a thin white blouse that she hadn't bothered to button after stuffing its tail into the waistband of those jeans. To top all that off, she wore one of those big Western hats and carried a rolled-up sleeping bag over one shoulder.
She flashed a bright smile and moved to the end of the sofa to drop her sleeping bag onto the floor. In bending over to let that bag slip from her shoulder she'd had her back turned so that I couldn't get a real close look at her tits. She surely couldn't have known about the nice big hole in the seat of her jeans. The hole which let me see her tiny asshole and the soft hairs around it.
"Hi, sweetie!" she said turning to face the sofa once her sleeping bag was safely on the floor. "Man! From time to time that little Tina acts like she just might have a little life left in her yet."
"Oh, Tina has a lot of life left in her yet, honey," I said and blew a cloud of smoke into the air. "A hell of a lot of life left in her."
"So tell Zelda where the living doll is," she cooed and glanced towards the tattered curtain.
"I gave her twenty bucks so she could go out and get some food," I said, favoring Zelda with my sexy grin. "We ain't been doing too much eating, but even sex gets to be a bore after so much of it."
"Now you got to be kidding," she said, moving close to the side of the sofa with her hands on her hips so that her crotch was thrust forward and I couldn't help but look boldly at the narrow strip of material running between her legs. "I can't picture Tina taking money from a stud even for food."
"Why the fuck not?" I asked and looked up to that open blouse of hers to discover it didn't even cover the nipples of her high-pointed tits, much less their inner slopes or the valley between them. "Shit! She took everything else I had to give her and kept begging for more."
"You getting a real eyeball full, man?" she asked and laughed a soft little laugh as though she really thought she had a body worth taking a second look at.
"I really haven't seen anything that good," I replied and let her see all of my teeth by favoring her with that sexy grin of mine. "Shit! I've sucked a fourteen-year-old's boobs that were a hell of a lot bigger, honey."
"I've heard of guys who claim that they like that tender young meat," she replied and laughed. "I say that proves they can't handle a real woman."
"I like a broad that's got enough meat on her to feel nice and warm when I draw her naked body against mine after I've gone to the trouble of fucking her real good four or five times," I explained.
That really broke her up the way I'd figured it would. She sat down on the edge of that old sofa right next to me after she'd had a good laugh and leaned back over my body stretching her arms up above her head. When she lay like that, those tits of hers were well worth taking a second look at, even worth the effort of slipping my hand over one of them to see if maybe the well-tanned mound of flesh beneath the nipple might not be nice and firm in spite of her real cool act.
"Ummm, my tittie likes that," she cooed and lifted her ass slightly from the edge of the sofa to press that soft mound of flesh up against the palm of my hand. "Ooh, now touch the nipple with your thumb, man!"
I ran my thumb over that nipple while slipping my other hand in between our bodies to unzip my fly. It was hard to keep from laughing as I worked my cock out of my pants and rolled onto my side. With her ass lifted ever so slightly off the sofa the way it was, I was going to be giving that blonde one hell of a surprise. Once she felt the head of my cock against the soft flesh of her bare ass, thanks to that hole in her jeans, that wasn't all I was going to be giving her.
"Man! There is something about having a man tease my titties that really turns me on," Zelda cooed.
"Well, in that case, here is something that should really start your motor purring," I said, aiming the head of my cock at that hole in the seat of her jeans while I thrust my hips forward so the tip of my cock suddenly touched the soft, tender flesh of her bare ass.
I had not feared for one moment that she might come down on the head of my cock when she felt the heat and size of its head there against the soft flesh of her ass. Not for one minute because of the way she was lying had I feared she'd come down on the head of my cock. Just pinch a broad's ass sometime and then take note of what she does. She'll jump in the direction in which she is looking every darned time.
"Ah!" Zelda cried and was on her feet turning to see what had touched her bare ass while reaching one hand behind her to pat the hole in her jeans. "Why of all the cheap, fucking, low-livered tricks."
"Yeah!" I said and laughed knowing she'd never let me out of that apartment until she'd felt all of that big, hard cock.
"Man! No wonder Tina took twenty bucks from you to buy food with," Zelda said. "After she had that big a cock in her pussy, the poor girl just wasn't thinking the way she ought to have been."
"It wasn't only the size of it being shoved into her nice, full-lipped cunt that shook her up," I explained and grinned up at the blonde. "It was how often I kept getting a hard-on and shoving it into her so she got filled with more real good come than she'd ever dreamed any one man could ever spurt into that pussy of hers."
"Like all male bastards you sure like to blow your own horn," Zelda said and laughed softly. "It's really too bad you poor slobs can't reach your horns."
"What's with the sleeping bag?" I asked, as Zelda began to open up her sleeping bag in the center of the floor.
"You ain't never fucked in a sleeping bag?" she asked and looked at me like she thought maybe I was some kind of a nut or something. "Why a man wrote a book once and had two of his lovers making love in a sleeping bag. There was such a rush to buy sleeping bags, the factory had to work overtime to keep up."
Id read the same book and chuckled softly. I'd wondered how she had managed to get a good night's sleep there on that old sofa I was sitting on. Even if she was only there one night at a time, she needed more sleep than she'd manage to get on that sofa. Watching her spread that sleeping bag out on the floor, I understood a lot of things. She was a girl who really liked doing her own thing.
"Mind if I use the bathroom first?" I asked, as I got to my feet and stretched so that the full length of my cock might pop out into the fresh air.
"You tellin' me that a big hunk of male like you is too bashful to undress in front of a sweet little girl like myself?" she asked, as she moved to stand right before me while she hooked her fingers into the waistband of those cut-off jeans she wore.
"What would give you a silly idea like that?" I asked, but had the feeling she was only too aware of the fact she had caught me trying to slip off to the bathroom so I might strip naked in private just that once.
"I just ain't never known a guy with that good a hard-on go take a piss before he fucked good first," Zelda said and reached down to take the whole of my big cock between her two hands while she stepped free of her cut-off jeans which had slipped down around her ankles. "My fuck slot is gettin' all wet just feelin' all this real good meat so ready to be shoved so deep into it."
"Careful, sweetie," I said, as she moved one hand into my pants to cup my heavy balls in her slim fingers. "There's a slug buried behind those things that makes my repeating fuck gun go off so endlessly."
"You poor, darling," she cooed, dropping to her knees at my feet. "You have told yourself those lies so often and for so long, you really think you're telling it like it is, don't you?"
"So let me get out of my clothes," I said, after taking a deep breath. "I can see where you're just one more cunt that's just got to be shown how things really are."
Zelda giggled softly and thrust her hips forward so I felt the soft blond curls covering her slender cunt mound brush the head of my cock lightly. Like all broads, she knew a man liked that and pressed the head of my cock to the slit of her cunt so I might feel all that nice, warmth that was just waiting to close around the whole of my fuck tool.
"You just stand real still and let these skilled hands take care of your clothes," Zelda cooed, as she let go of my cock and began the task of unhooking my belt.
It's amazing the way these young girls of today have learned so much about the fine art of stripping a man's clothing from his body. Perhaps it's not so amazing at that if you consider the fact that most of them like to dress more like guys than they do like members of their own sex really should dress.
Zelda made quick work of removing my clothing and all I had to do was lift first one foot, then the other, from the floor, so she could remove my shoes and pull my pants off over my feet. When I stood bare-assed naked before her, she stepped back and ran her eyes lustfully over every inch of my body. She even moved behind my back to swat my bare ass good.
"Oh, darling," she cooed. "I've just got to paint a life-size portrait of you naked like that when your big cock is standing at high mast like it is now."
"So that's what Tina meant when she said you'd be sure and fill me in on the kind of portraits you painted," I said, not at all sure I liked the idea of having anybody paint a nude portrait of me.
"You can think it over later, darling," Zelda cooed and stroked my bare ass lightly. "Right now I think it's high time we got into that nice warm sleeping bag and did some real kind of fucking."
I was all for that idea. I was for any idea that might take her mind off the idea of capturing the beauty of my big cock on canvas. Shit! What with my writing, I gave those sexy females all the food for thought they could really expect from one poor male. Besides, I didn't like the idea of a portrait of myself getting into the wrong hands. Some real bastard might just buy the thing to hang over the foot of his big bed.
Zelda let me wiggle my ass into her sleeping bag first and then she wiggled hers in so that it came up full, and firm against my swollen cock. Once we were both settled like that, she zipped up the bag from the inside and there we were. I had never been closer to a broad, or any more ready to drive my cock deep into her hot cunt, while at the same time wondering if a man could really fuck a bitch all wrapped up with her like that.
My cock was pressed up against Zelda's bare ass so firmly I didn't see how I was going to manage to get it worked up between her thighs and into that little hole where she should have wanted it. Yeah, I was even starting to wonder if she did actually want all of my big cock buried in her nice blond pussy.
Zelda took a few deep breaths once she had that bag zipped up real tight and then darned if she didn't start moving her feet just as though she were walking. That's what I said, lying there on her side in that sleeping bag with my swollen cock firmly pressing against her bare ass, she began moving her feet as if she were walking.
Well, let me tell you, my cock liked the feel of her soft ass moving lightly against its swollen head. Liked it so well she was in danger of discovering what getting that cute ass of hers washed good with come was like. Just to top it all off, the fluffy cotton lining of her sleeping bag was rubbing my bare ass and the backs of my thighs.
I don't know how in the world it happened. I've done it a dozen times since then and still don't understand how she managed to do it, but all of a sudden my cock finds its way deep into that tight, wet cunt of hers. I just lay there on my side after that with her back snuggled up real close to me and let her do all the work.
WOW! Between the way that hot cunt of hers gripped my cock and the way that cotton lining soothed my bare ass I really, spurted my good come deep into her pussy. Unlike any other bitch I've ever fucked she never reached her orgasm until after my come had spurted deep into her cunt channel. Had she told me that was how it was going to be, I'd have laughed right in her pretty face.
During the four wild hours that followed, I made a believer out of that blonde bitch. I must have come seven times while we were in that sleeping bag and would very likely have made it an even ten if it hadn't been for Tina. Having returned to the pad and finding Zelda and I balling there in the sleeping bag, Tina had seemed very pleased. Almost a little too pleased that her friend and I were hitting it off so very well sexually.
Tina busied herself doing those things broads can always find to do that no man will ever really understand. It was the smell of frying steak and onions that pulled Zelda and I both out of that warm sleeping bag at long last, so I got to finally use the bathroom.
"I'm going to paint a really good portrait of Vance," Zelda was telling Tina when I sat down to eat the steak Tina had pointed out to me, so I knew the girls had been doing some talking while I'd taken my piss. "I never did a portrait of a cock the size of the one our stud's got."
"Now hold everything," I said and chuckled. "You just may have to get this boy real high on pot before he'll pose bare-cock-naked for any portrait."
"Now I just might arrange that very thing," Zelda had replied and grinned at me. "With Tina going back to work in the morning we'll have all day to work on your portrait and fuck, fuck, fuck some more, darling."
Yeah, I learned that Tina had gone back to that coffeehouse and gotten her job back. That's what had taken her so long to do the shopping. I shrugged and decided I might as well stick around just to see what Zelda might turn up. After all, Norma had hinted that she'd like to get her hands on some pot so she and her girls could try it out on their island.
It was one o'clock the following day when a bearded hippie delivered some joints to Zelda and sold me the same number, once Zelda gave the all clear.
When the hippie had gone, we started drinking strong black coffee and smoking those joints. It sounded like an odd way to go about getting stoned on pot but I had been around enough to know there was no set way of doing that. We went into the bedroom just once to fuck on Tina's bed and then returned to the main room and the sleeping bag. After five or six of those joints and a countless number of cups of coffee, I was feeling real happy. So happy, I laughed when Zelda pulled her painting gear from beneath that old sofa and began setting up her makeshift easel.
That blonde bitch used the back of an old chair to fasten her canvas to and seemed very proud of being able to work with so few of the proper tools. I figured that was just another one of her things and let it go at that. When she was all set up and ready to start painting, I no longer had a hard-on, but Zelda wasn't about to let that stop her. She took my big cock into her hot mouth and using her lips and tongue, gave me a hard-on that any bastard would have been bragging about.
Zelda got a good half of her portrait finished that first day, even with all the fucking breaks she took. Now when I say fucking breaks, that's just what I mean. When she moved from behind her makeshift easel, we'd get into her sleeping bag and fuck like hell. It was only when Tina came home late looking really worn out that Zelda and I called it a day.
"I think our gal needs some of that good life-giving come pumped deep into the heart of her being, darling," Zelda had told me and winked. "Tonight we'll let you have the bed all to yourself so you and that cock of yours can get some badly needed rest before morning, darling."
That's the promise Zelda made me and the one she kept. At night I had the bed all to myself and slept like a log, while in the daytime, there seemed to be no end of good fucking to be done. When Zelda wasn't in the mood, Tina seemed to be worn out and in need of having some life pumped into her being. I really didn't have to do all of that fucking, but I couldn't really refuse such lovely broads as Tina and Zelda when they needed it so badly.
When at last I took my joints and headed back for that old brownstone and those Chester broads, my cock was just a little bit sore.