Gang Girl Sex Bum by Don Elliott

Author:Don Elliott
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gangster fictionjuvenile delinquentsleaze paperbacks
Publisher: Stark House Press

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Sex Bum

By Don Elliott

CHAPTER ONE

Life began for Johnny Price one stinking hot afternoon at Grogan’s Poolroom, late in August. He was nineteen, then, a big, tough kid who had been out of high school for a couple of months, and who had a job running orders for a grocery in town, and whose chief hobby at the moment was making a girl named Beth, who didn’t have too much in her top story but who was neatly stacked and who didn’t mind coming across.

Johnny didn’t like running orders for a grocery store. He didn’t like the $50 a week he made, either. He didn’t like the lousy nickel and dime tips he got handed, after he’d been sweating and breaking his back to deliver somebody’s carton of cookies and apple juice.

What the hell, though. He needed a job for the time being. High school hadn’t taught him anything worth a damn. He was shrewd and sly when he went in, shrewd and sly when he came out, but he hadn’t bothered to pick up any information on quadratic equations or the French Revolution, or even anything that would help him learn a trade.

He didn’t want to clutter up his mind with useless things like that.

Johnny Price had big plans for Johnny Price. They involved a lot of money being his, and girls with boobs like swollen melons, and all the good things life had to offer.

And everything started to begin that sweltering day in Grogan’s Poolroom.

“Take the afternoon off, Johnny,” Old Man Thompson of the grocery had said, with a big, generous sweep of his hand. “It’s too damn hot to work.”

“Gee, thanks,” Johnny said, and he was off.

It was the hottest day Johnny could remember, the hottest day of a hot month. Nobody was coming to the grocery store in this kind of weather—it was even too hot to eat—and there was nothing at all for him to do. In a sleepy little town like Reesport, New York, you couldn’t expect the grocery store to bother with anything like air-conditioning.

Uh-uh. Air-conditioning was a city trick, a newfangled gimmick. Old Man Thompson just didn’t believe in it, that was all.

Grogan of Grogan’s Poolroom did, though. Not real air-conditioning—that was carrying things too far—but a big fan that kept the poolhall pretty clean and fresh during the summer. Johnny made tracks for Grogan’s that afternoon. He had ten bucks in his pocket, and that would see him through a couple of hours’ pool and maybe even some fun in the evening, too.

He had a date with Beth that evening. He knew just how the evening would end, too. With both of them naked, and his hands tight around Beth’s big hard warm breasts, and her legs wrapped around his body, and his belly flat against hers, and him gliding easily to the snug harbor of her body, and the two of them moving and moving and moving still faster until passion overwhelmed them both. It was something to look forward to, anyway.

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