Beneath the outward serenity of small country towns run the same passions that we find in big cities and sprawling suburbia. Criminal acts are more apparent in the cities, but the same forces that drive urban man to crime are at work in our rural areas. Greed, lust, envy-these are emotions common to mankind, and every person has been touched by them to some extent.
FACULTY SWINGERS is the story of schoolteachers whose passionate nature have driven them to commit adulterous acts, putting them on a collision course with all the strictures of the small town in which they live. Yet, it is also the story of a small town-the story of everyday people, responsible, respectable citizens of the community, yet people with many foibles and weaknesses, people who secretly seek the pleasurable, the profitable, the expedient.
Entertaining fiction-yes. But with an element of truth about the passions that we all must deal with.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Elaine Keller toweled the water from her face and slipped into the silky robe. It clung tenaciously to her wet body as she stepped into the dim, shabby hallway. She glanced quickly at her brother-in-law's closed door, then she went into the bedroom. Her husband lay nude on the rumpled bed, his hard cock jutting up into the air.
"If you're going to play with yourself, you might at least close the door," she said.
"I'm not playing with myself; I have you to do that," he answered.
Giving him a come-and-get-it look, she peeled off the robe. She stood for an instant to let him admire her naked body before picking up her pantyhose.
"I never knew a blonde could have such a black-haired pussy," he said.
"Just shows you didn't know everything," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed and rolling her pantyhose.
She got one leg in the air before he grabbed her and pulled her backwards, his hand cupping one of her large tits. Her nipple stood out big and firm.
"Not now, Rick," she squealed. "You don't want me to be late for the first day of school ... do you?"
"You act like that damn school is more important than me."
"It is, buddy, at least until you get off your ass and get a job."
"I just got home, baby. Give me a few days . . . huh?" His hand slid down her belly into the thick soft hair. Her legs opened.
"If you wanted to fool around, why didn't you do it earlier? I don't want to get all sweaty; I just got out of the shower," she said. Still, her fingers curled around his prick.
"I like you best when you're all wet and hot from the shower and you smell like that sexy soap you use. Remember the night we first met and went to the crummy little motel and I told him you were my sister and he said, 'I don't give a fuck who you sleep with, buddy. That's six bucks'?"
"Yeah, I remember," she said, slowly masturbating him, her hand sliding up and down with long deliberate strokes.
"How come you never dry off after a bath?"
"I like to feel wet and sleek ... all over," she said.
Rick's finger moved into the furrow between her cunt-lips.
"Ooooh, Rick! Don't!" she moaned. "I'll be late. Besides, the door is still wide open."
"Piss on the door," Rick said.
She was flat on her back, and when he rolled over on top of her, her legs went up into the air. Her hand found his prick and guided it in.
"Yes! Oh, honey, yes!" she moaned, as his long cock opened up her cunt and went in to the hilt.
He had only been home three days and already she'd lost count of the times they'd fucked. She hadn't seemed to mind waiting a year, teaching school, playing the faithful wife, but now with his cock buried inside her, she wondered why. Wondered why she had been the chaste young wife; she was sure he hadn't been the chaste husband. Fucking felt so good, and she needed it so much.
She had her legs locked tightly around his back and orgasmed at almost the same time he popped inside her pussy.
"Don't pull right out, honey; let it soak for a minute. Your cock feels so good in there," Elaine said.
Rick grinned; he liked his broads hot and eager. "Goddamn, baby, you're some hot cunt! I bet you really turn them little high-school studs on."
"Oh, sure, I fuck them at least three times a day. But it's not them that you should be worried about, it's that simpleton older brother of yours."
"Hey! You can't talk about my brother like that," Rick snarled, jerking away, pulling his cock out. He slapped her hard across the face.
Her hand went to her stinging cheek. "You dumb bastard! He tried to get in my pants every single day you were gone."
Rick grinned. "Did he succeed?"
"Hell no, he didn't succeed. I'd rather fuck a snake."
Rick hit her again, harder than the first.
"You can't make me like him, or your crummy parents, either!"
Rick doubled up his fist and drew back.
"Go ahead, hit me! Give me a black eye. But if we don't get out of this house and into a place of our own, we ain't going to make it . . . not together, anyway."
Rick relaxed.
"And I still think it was dumb, yes, even stupid to run off and join the Marine Corps when you had responsibilities."
"What responsibilities?"
"Me, you dumb ass."
They had been married less than a month when Rick got a wild hair up his ass and joined the Marines. For six months she had lived close to the base, seeing him on the weekends he got off, but finally she had come here to his folks' home and had gotten a job teaching school.
But now Rick was home and it would be all right. He had only served a year and a half and wouldn't tell how he got out, but it didn't matter; he was home now.
At times she wished she hadn't married him in the first place. But he was such a beautiful specimen of man: Tall and muscular, curly blond hair, cocky, and hot tempered. He was really too good looking for his own good.
She was teaching school in Minneapolis, her first year, when she met him, and they went dancing and drinking, and she fucked him on the first night. They got married a week later. She was twenty-two and he was only nineteen. They fucked like a pair of minks . . . until he joined the Corps. That should have told her something.
And then she had come up here to Bear Claw, Minnesota. What a stupid name for a town, and what a stupid town, just across the border from North Dakota and colder than hell in the winter, which was most of the time. And his parents were creeps; poor white trash was a better name. God, it was awful.
And every man in town had tried to fuck her at one time or another. At times, it was a disadvantage to look like Elaine Keller looked. She was a brown-eyed blond, and buxom . . . tits built beyond description. Every man had dreamed of fucking a woman like Elaine Keller. And she had just spent a whole year sleeping alone. It was a crime against mankind.
"While you cooled your heels in the Marine stockade or where ever the hell you've been, your big brother has been trying his damnedest to fuck me. And his damnedest has not been good enough," Elaine said. "Light me a cigarette." Rick lit two cigarettes and handed Elaine one. "And your old man. He would have fucked me if I'd given him half the chance. One night when he was drunker than shit, he tried to rape me, but he's too goddamn fat to catch me." Rick laughed.
"Laugh, you bastard. If he'd have caught me, he'd have fucked me good. He had his pants open and had his cock out. It wasn't bad, either; if he hadn't been so drunk I might have taken him up on it." Elaine dragged deeply on her cigarette. She had Rick's cock in her hand again. Elaine rolled over on top of him and pushed his prick into her cunt. She was still smoking. She let her weight down and started bouncing on his cock.
"Oh, God, Rick! It's so good!" she cried. "I like to fuck, I really do."
Ronald Keller, Rick's older brother, stood just out of sight in the hall. But he was where he could watch them fuck. His cock came out of the front of his pajamas and into his hand. The first spurt went on the rug, the second onto his bare feet.
"I'm coming, Ricky! Oh God, am I ever coming!" Elaine cried.
CHAPTER TWO
"That's it for today, kids," Harry Ames said. The kids closed their books and shuffled their papers and did whatever else kids do before leaving their last class. It was a small class, even for Bear Claw High, but four students were all that qualified for advanced trig. They were all seniors; three girls and one boy.
Jesus, what a sordid way to make a buck, Harry Ames thought. He was beat; he was always beat after the first day.
He glanced up in time to see Kitty Halstead hesitate at the door and wiggle her ass. He grinned and ogled. Harry always had time to ogle an ass, even though he made it a rule not to ogle too long. It might give him ideas, ideas that were not in keeping with his position.
He leaned back and reached for the cigarettes in his pocket. He wasn't supposed to smoke in the school building, but he lit up anyway. He wondered why the four students were taking the class; it would be rough.
Alfred Neumann would make it okay, and for Angie Gillis, it would be a breeze. But Kitty Halstead was another matter. She would never cut it. She was the school sexpot, and he could sure as shittin' see why.
Kitty had worn a treacherously short skirt and had sat close to his desk, giving him a clear view of her beaver. He knew he would see more before she admitted the class was too tough.
Harry snuffed out his cigarette and got to his feet. In the hall, which was almost deserted, he almost collided with a fellow teacher. "Sorry, uh ..." he stammered. Harry had never been good at names, and it was just this morning that he'd met all his fellow sufferers.
"It's Mac," Mac said, grinning. "How did the first day go?"
"Not too bad, Mac," Harry said sheepishly, "at least it's over until tomorrow."
Two women came down the hall and turned into the women's lounge. One was a startling blonde, and she gave Harry a long hard look, the other wasn't so startling.
"Jesus Christ! Who the hell was that?" Harry asked.
"You met her at the meeting this morning, Harry. Surely you remember Agnus Rug, the commercial teacher."
"Not her, you idiot, the other one." He looked at Mac, who was grinning. "Quit putting me on, you bastard. Who was she?"
"That, my friend, was Elaine Keller, Mrs. Elaine Keller, the fairest of the fair. Her husband just got out of the Marine Corps a few days ago."
"Christ on a crutch, Mac, she's positively beautiful. She's got to be the sexiest woman I've ever seen."
"That's the same impression she leaves on every man she meets," Mac said. "But if you have any ideas, you'll have to get in line. Every male in Bear Claw is drooling for her. Not a one has gotten to first base, and now her husband is home." Mac looked at his waist. "Hey, I've gotta run. See you tomorrow."
Harry stood in the hall for several minutes, but when Elaine didn't come out, decided he had to run, too.
Harry walked home from the school. He handled the seven blocks to the small white-frame house with no sweat. He went into the house and threw his sweater over a chair.
"Hey, Alta, anybody home?"
"In here, honey," his wife said from the kitchen.
"Hi," Harry said as he entered the kitchen. "Where's the brat?"
"Your son is in the back yard playing," she said, frostily.
"How's about a kiss for daddy?"
She turned from the sink. Alta Ames was a slim, high breasted woman. She was very pretty, and she had class, lots of class. She tilted her face up to her husband.
Harry kissed her hard, his hand going around her waist and sliding down to grip her ass. "I'm horny," he said, pulling her crotch against his.
Alta pulled away. "Is that all you ever think of, Harry Ames?"
"I know you don't always want it, but I do."
"You're oversexed."
"Maybe I am, but that's the way I am." Harry felt his anger rising. "Let's face it, baby, if you won't keep daddy happy at home, he'll have to get in somewhere else."
Alta eyed him coldly. He could be a repulsive sonofabitch when he wanted to. "Maybe you'll have to do just that."
As Harry loosened his grip, Alta suddenly realized that the thought of him getting pussy elsewhere made her want to fuck. "You give up too easily," she said.
"You bitch," Harry said, pulling her close again.
"Not here! Hal's in the back yard," she cried as he raised her skirt and slid his hands inside her panties.
Alta wished he would get it someplace else. It would ease her burden of guilt. It always started this way: first the guilt, then arousal from the memory . . . not excitement of her husband. It had been a very brief affair, but very stimulating.
She felt her panties moving down her legs, and she realized that Harry had gone to his knees.
"No, no, honey, Hal might come in," she moaned, knowing she was powerless to stop him. She wanted to fuck as badly as he.
She spread her legs at the feel of his hot breath against her thighs. She loved it, oh god, how she loved it! But she felt it was dirty and she felt guilty about that, too.
She felt his tongue spear into the wetness of her cunt and she moaned.
She closed her eyes and leaned against the sink as the good feeling tingled in her thighs and spread up into her belly. She let her mind glide back in time, but she couldn't remember if it had been '67 or '68.
The man was a Marine captain, rugged and very masculine, and they met in the hospital waiting room.
Harry had just undergone another operation, this time to remove shrapnel fragments from his abdomen that they had missed the first time in.
"Are you Mrs. Ames?" the captain asked.
She nodded dumbly.
"I'm Captain Harrison, Captain Albert Harrison. I was your husband's commanding officer in 'Nam. You look like you've had a rough time. Come on, I'll buy you a cup of coffee."
She protested mildly and followed him to the cafeteria.
They talked of many things: Harry Ames, the best goddamned sergeant in the Corps, Harry's bravery, Harry's ability in the field, Harry's devotion to his wife and child, Harry's chances under the knife.
They talked for what seemed like hours, and then they went to dinner together.
And after dinner in her small apartment, with the boy asleep in his crib, they talked some more.
She tried, afterwards, to convince herself that it was the liquor; but she knew it wasn't so, it had been over two years, and she needed a man.
Alta knew she shouldn't be drinking so much, not with her husband maybe dying. Yet it made her feel good, to be relieved of caring so much. It was a paradox, and it disturbed her.
"You miss him a great deal, don't you?" the captain asked.
"Yes, yes, so very much." She started to cry.
He was sitting very close to her and his arm went around her. "There, there, cry it all out, honey," he said. She continued to sob and he stroked the back of her head softly. His hand went down her back and crept around until he was cupping one of her high, hard breasts.
"Was it good between you and your husband ... Harry?"
"What . . . what do you mean?"
"Your sex life. Was Harry a good lover?"
She looked confused for a moment. "Yes, he was good."
Then he kissed her. She resisted at first, then she moved easily into his arms. His hand dropped to her knees and she resisted again, but that too was in vain. Her legs parted and his hand moved up her soft thigh.
He somehow got her dress open and her bra pushed up. Her nipple hardened readily under his palm. He continued to kiss her softly, gently, his tongue lightly toying at her lips until she opened her mouth eagerly. The hair on her cunt was soft and silky when he moved his fingers under the legband of her panties.
Alta was breathing hard now.
She couldn't recall if she had reached into the captain's open fly of her free will or if his hand had guided her there. She was sure she hadn't unzipped him ... at least she thought she was sure. One thing she was sure of: his cock was big, and it was hard, very hard.
She didn't resist when he pushed her down on the couch and removed her panties, and she watched with a mixture of desire and horror as he removed his trousers and shorts. Her legs were open when he came down on top of her and she quickly guided his prick in.
"Yes. .. fuck me!" she gasped.
She realized later that it was the fact that it wasn't her husband's cock that thrilled her so. She parted her legs wider, her hands grasping his ass, urging him deeper.
Captain Harrison even talked of her husband while he fucked her. And oh, how he fucked her. The captain's specialty was fucking grieving wives. He had never in his life laid eyes on Sergeant Harry Ames.
"Oh, Albert, Albert! It's so good. I've missed it so," she cried.
"Is it better than it was with your husband?"
"Yes, yes . . . it's so good! Darling! Fuck me, fuck me harder; I'm going to come!"
She came hard, very hard, just before he poured his spunk into her cunt. He withdrew his prick slowly and wiped the globs that oozed from his cock onto her skirt.
They drank some more and then went into the bedroom and fucked again. That was where she learned the joy of having her cunt eaten, long before her husband had been allowed so much as a kiss. Here, too, she ate the cock of a man and drank his juice, something she still didn't do for her husband.
He wanted to see her again, but she told him it was out of the question.
They met at the hospital that afternoon and couldn't wait until they got home; Captain Harrison fucked her in his car in the parking lot. He fucked her the next morning on the floor beside the playpen while two-year-old Hal played. He said it stimulated hell out of him to fuck her in front of the kid. He fucked her regularly for a month, and then it was over.
Alta knew she was about to come now, and she parted her legs wider, pulling her husband's face harder against her cunt.
Her memories were very pleasant, and they stimulated her. Yet she still felt guilty. Harry had never found out. She had prided herself in ending it before it got completely out of hand; though in reality, she knew the captain had tired of the fling and dropped her. She wished that Harry would help her feelings a little by cheating on her once in a while. It would make it easier.
She gasped at the touch of Harry's tongue, even though she was sure that it was wrong, perverted to have sex like this. But who was she to make moral judgments?
Alta spread her legs and hunched her pussy against his mouth, desperately clinging to the edge of the sink.
"Oh, Jesus Christ, Harry! It's so good! Eat me, eat me, my darling . . . I'm coming . . . oh, Jesus, am I ever coming!"
Her orgasm consumed her. She started straight ahead, her eyes glassy and unseeing, totally unaware of her young son.
Little Hal watched from the door, his ten-year-old cock hardening in his pants at the sight. He didn't know why it felt so good, but he put his hand to his bulging crotch and rubbed.
Harry pulled his gasping wife down to the floor. "Now it's my turn," he said, pulling his cock from his pants. Harry had a very big cock.
Alta lay back and opened up for him. "God yes, Harry! Get it in! Fuck me, make me come again!" Harry pushed his big prick into her wet cunt. He couldn't remember her being this hot in a long time. The wetness of her pussy seemed to fold around his cock and draw him in like a hungry mouth. She had her legs around his back, pulling to get his cock all the way inside. It hurt her back, fucking on the hard floor, but she knew she would make it again and she didn't give a good goddamn.
"Harry, Harry ... do it! Do it . . . make me come again! I need it so much!" she screamed. "Fuck me hard and fast, darling! I think I could suck it for you if I didn't need it so badly where it's at. Harry! Harry!"
Her cunt was so wet and alive that he knew he couldn't last, but he had to make her come first. He reached back and grasped the cheeks of her ass, spreading the cleft. His fingers sought and found her asshole. A thick finger spread the hole and burst inside.
"I'm coming!" she screamed.
He jerked out his finger and he jerked out his cock. He had but an instant, but he got close to her face and when his cream spurted forth, it spurted across her lovely face.
Alta grabbed his cock and got it in her mouth. Harry groaned as she sucked his come out, spurt after spurt, and swallowed it. She nursed on his cock until there was nothing left.
Her legs were wide apart and her wet, shining cunt was open to the eyes of her young son. Hal could also see that his dad's pee-pee was in his mother's mouth. He felt a terrific tingle and wished that his own pee-pee was in his mother's mouth. He had his prickie out and was pulling on it rapidly.
It was a dry run, but it felt good. Hal's knees buckled and he groaned with pleasure as he got his rocks off for the first time. He didn't know it was called jacking-off, but he knew whatever it was called, he was going to be doing a lot of it. Boy, it sure felt good.
CHAPTER THREE
After leaving Harry Ames' class, Kitty Halstead ran down the hall to catch up with her friend. "Wait a minute, Angie. What's the big rush?"
"I didn't feel like standing around all day while you wiggled your ass for Mr. Ames," Angie said. "I wanted to make sure he'd remember me." "Oh, he'll remember you. You showed him enough of yourself."
Kitty hugged her books to her full tits. " thought school was going to be a drag this year but the day ends on a good note . . . heavenly Mr Ames, Harry."
"God, Kitty, all you think about is boys."
"Men, honey, I think about men."
"He's old enough to be your father," Angie said with disgust.
"He's only thirty-three. I looked at his file in the office."
"You know what you are? You're a sneak, that's what you are."
"Sneaks get what they want. And I want Harry Ames."
"What about Rudy?"
"Rudy's only a boy. Besides, my parents don't approve of my going with him. He's half Mexican, you know."
"Of course, I know. So what?"
Kitty cast her eyes toward the ceiling. "Evidently you don't know my mother."
The two girls stepped out of the school building into the bright fall sunshine. They walked slowly.
"A teacher has no right to be so damned attractive," Kitty said with a lovesick sigh escaping her lips.
"Big deal," Angie snorted.
"You never talk about sex, not even to me, you best friend. Haven't you ever made it with a guy?
All the way, I mean. I have, and I'm not ashamed of it. Of course you don't go out with guys, but don't you ever get an itch between your legs and need a guy to scratch it for you?"
Angie wasn't about to answer. Her secrets were her own. Besides, Kitty was the biggest blabbermouth in school . . . best friend or not. Angie had decided long ago that they were best friends because she wasn't any competition for little miss sexpot.
Actually, Angie Gillis was developed far beyond her sixteen years, but no one knew it because of the clothing she wore.
"This goddamn bra pinches. I don't think I'll wear one tomorrow," Kitty said, tugging at the elastic garment.
"They'll send you home if you don't," Angie giggled.
A car eased into the curb and stopped beside them.
"That looks like Mrs. Keller's car," Angie said.
"Yes. And that's Mrs. Keller's husband driving," Kitty whispered excitedly.
Rick Keller leaned across the seat and pushed the car door open. "Hi, Kit. Jump in . . . uh, you too, kid."
"Thanks . . . but no thanks," Angie said frostily. "Come on, I'll give you a lift to where you're going."
Kitty looked at her friend pleadingly. "Do you mind if I go with him?"
"Shit! Go ahead," Angie said. "What if I see Rudy? You were supposed to meet him at the drugstore. Remember?"
"Tell him my mother came and picked me up at school. You'll think of something," Kitty said as she climbed into Mrs. Keller's car with Mrs. Keller's husband.
Rick pushed on the gas and sped away.
"I'm surprised that you even remember who I am, Rick," Kitty said.
"Hell, Kit, it's only been three years since I left that rat hole myself."
"Yes, I know. And I was only a lowly freshman then, and you only had eyes for my sister Kate."
"You've grown a bit since you were a lowly freshman," Rick said.
"Maybe a little," Kitty said proudly, sitting up straighter so her tits would push out farther. She felt an itch between her legs.
Kitty remembered Rick with excitement. She was only fourteen at the time and had gone to spend the night with a girl friend. They had a fight and she came back home, only to find Rick and her sister Kate fucking. It was the first time she had seen two people fucking.
Her sister Kate was naked and Rick had on a shirt.
"You'd better pull out now, Ricky, but it's so good, good, good!" her sister Kate cried.
Kitty watched Rick Keller pull out and shoot some stuff out of his prick onto Kate's belly. Kitty decided then that she must try it, too.
While Kitty daydreamed of days gone by, Rick Keller parked the car in a clump of trees outside of town. He killed the engine and took a pack of smokes from his pocket. "Want a cigarette?" "I thought you'd never ask," she said. Rick moved closer and slid his arm over her shoulder. "Yes, Kitty Halstead, you have changed since you were a lowly freshman."
"What about your wife?" Kitty said. Kitty was a coy bitch.
"What about her? Are you in one of her classes?"
"Yes. The first one in the morning." "Will you have trouble looking her in the eye tomorrow?" "No," Kitty said.
He kissed her then, and slid his hands quickly under her sweater. The bothersome bra came easily undone and he pulled the sweater over her head. Her tits were large and bouncy and he pressed his mouth to a swelling nipple.
"Do you have a blanket? It's too crowded in the car," she said.
By the time he had the blanket spread beside the car, she was naked. "Take your pants and shorts off," she said. It would be just like when he fucked her sister Kate. "And keep your shirt on."
His cock was very big, maybe the biggest she'd ever fucked, though perhaps the deacon in the church had one a little longer.
Rick was on top of her and nuzzling his cock against her cunt. "Are you a virgin?" he said.
"No," she said.
"I didn't think you were." He pushed forward and his cock slid easily inside. She raised her knees and pulled him deeper.
It felt good to have his prick all stuffed up inside her pussy, and she decided it was her biggest cock to date. She grunted and pushed up to meet his thrusts. Coming would be a cinch; she was ready and she liked to fuck.
Her first time had been with a boy fifteen, less than a month after she had witnessed her first fucking. She had seduced the boy in his own back yard. He was inexperienced, but with her help he got his cock in all the way and spilled his boyish juice in her cunt. After that it was all downhill. She was only fifteen when she got fucked in the church basement.
She had been going steady with Rudy for almost a year before she let him fuck her; of course a few others fucked her during this time. After the junior prom, she took his cock out for the first time and jacked him off and watched his stuff squirt all over his rented tux. On the next date she fucked him.
Kitty felt her orgasm coming. She gritted her teeth and enjoyed. She had discovered long ago that she could make it with any guy, even the first time.
"Before you come, jerk out," she said.
"Why, aren't you on the pill?"
"Yes, yes ... I want you to come on my belly."
"That's stupid!" he was almost there.
"If you don't, it'll be the first and last time you get to fuck me."
He jerked his cock out and splattered on her smooth tummy. She sighed with pleasure, her hand going down to smear his goo. She grabbed his prick and milked it dry.
"I saw you fuck my sister," she said. "When?" Rick gasped. "On my bed."
Rick dropped onto the blanket beside her. "That was the only time I ever fucked her on a bed."
"But not the only time you ever fucked her?" "Fuck no. We fucked so many times I lost count."
"You can fuck me until you lose count," Kitty said. "I like to fuck."
"So did your sister," he said. He got to his feet. "Come on, we'd better get back to town."
"Don't rush off, maybe we can fuck again."
"I don't think I'm up to it."
"Lay back down and I'll get you up to it," Kitty said.
He lay back down and her face was at his groin. She didn't really like cocksucking, but sometimes it was necessary.
His cock started to swell inside her mouth, and she decided that it really wasn't all that bad, especially when it would end up in her pussy, and this time he could dump that nasty stuff in her belly.
CHAPTER FOUR
With a mixture of envy and hatred, Angie Gillis watched the car pull away with her best friend. Angie was pissed off; Kitty had deserted her. Kitty was nothing but a cock-happy little cheat. Angie wondered if Rudy knew it, and why he put up with it. So he was half Mexican, he was also the best athlete shitty old Bear Claw High had ever had, and he was beautiful.
Angie adored Rudy Wilcox. She wondered now if he had a big prick. She was sure that he did. It just had to be long and smooth and hard and have a big red knob on the end, a big red knob that would thrill her to death if he pushed it into her hairy little pussy.
Angie was a virgin.
And she wouldn't have admitted it to Kitty under penalty of death, but she was taken with Harry Ames, too. He was so good-looking, and so brilliant, and so rugged and masculine. The size of his cock, too, had been on her mind. It had to be huge. Angie had never seen a man's cock, but she had heard plenty of graphic descriptions in the girl's John and she could imagine what it looked like. Maybe like the candle she had used to break her cherry, only much bigger, of course.
It frightened Angie that she masturbated so much. After her first self-induced thrill, she just couldn't get enough of it.
She wished that she looked like Kitty instead of being so damn plain. She knew that her tits were bigger than Kitty's, but none of the boys seemed to notice, and her nipples got real hard when she played with her pussy.
It was murder to want to be fucked so bad and not have the nerve or never get the opportunity to do anything about it. Sometimes, she wished she wasn't so fucking smart; it scared the boys away.
She turned at the corner and started across the big vacant lot. What was it Kitty had asked about getting the itch? God, did she ever get it, and God, did she ever have it now.
She reached up under her skirt and felt her pussy. Her panties were wet; her cunt was ready; Angie wanted to be fucked. She pulled the crotch of her panties tight against the crack of her cunt. She walked slowly, savoring the feel of her wet panties biting into her genitals.
A car slowed down beside her. She knew without looking that it was Rudy.
"Hey, stuck-up," Rudy called.
Angie stopped then, her heart pounding. "Hi, Rudy."
"Jump in, Angie, I'll give you a lift home."
She got into the old car and settled herself awkwardly. Her hands were shaking.
"Where's Kit?" he asked as he pulled from the curb.
Angie knew he would ask her that. For an instant she contemplated ratting on Kitty. "She, uh, had to go somewhere with her mom. She was waiting for her when we got out."
"Damn," Rudy muttered, biting his lip. "Do you have to go right home?"
"No, I don't have to."
"Let's go for a drive."
"Okay, I guess Kitty won't mind."
They cruised out of town on the same road that Kitty and Rick had used. Fortunately, Rudy went a mile past where Rick had stopped before he pulled off into the trees. As he cut the engine, he had no way of knowing that a mile back his girl friend was taking another man's cock in her pussy.
Angie glanced quickly at Rudy, her envy of Kitty enough to make her explode. He was so very handsome.
Rudy turned halfway in his seat and looked at Angie. "You know, Angie, you wouldn't be a bad-looking chick if you didn't wear those damn glasses all the time."
"That's a left-handed compliment if I ever heard one."
"I'm sorry," Rudy said, "I didn't meant it that way."
"Well, for your information, I have to wear them. It helps to see, you know."
"Take them off for a minute," he said. He laughed and touched her lightly on the shoulder.
Rudy's touch was like a jolt of electricity. Angie was scared as hell, and so excited. She removed the glasses.
"Gee," he said, "better than I thought. You make me want to kiss you."
"Why don't you?" Angie said softly.
Rudy put his lips on her mouth.
When he pulled back, Angie closed her eyes and said, "Do it again." Her mouth was open and his tongue went inside. The sparks flew and she felt helpless, wonderfully helpless.
With one arm around her, his hand slid down the front of her blouse and felt the fullness of her tit. "Jesus, Angie!"
She let him pull the carefully tucked-in blouse from her skirt. She moaned and pushed her tongue into his mouth.
To Rudy's surprise, she wore no bra, and under that loose, floppy blouse, her tits were huge, much larger than Kitty's. He felt her nipple erect.
"Can I see them, Angie?"
She cast her eyes downward and unbuttoned her blouse. She could hardly breathe.
"Can I kiss them?"
Angie closed her eyes and dropped her head back against the seat.
She felt his hand on her leg beneath her skirt and she brought her thighs together. He would feel her panties pulled into her crack, feel the wetness of her cunt. He would know how hot she was. His mouth on her nipple and the insistence of his fingers opened her thighs.
"Don't, Rudy, don't!" she cried in anguish, her thighs wide open.
His hand moved forward and he felt how wet her pussy was, and he felt her panties wedged between the lips of her cunt, and he knew how hot she was. "God, Angie, I want you so much . . . let's do it."
"I can't, honey, I just can't. I'm a virgin."
"I'll be careful; I won't hurt you."
Angie wanted it, wanted to fuck terribly, but she was scared. "What about Kitty?" she moaned.
"Aw, to hell with Kitty. It's you and me, here and now that counts." He had the panties pulled aside and a finger was stroking between the lips of her cunt.
"I can't, Rudy. I just can't. I'm afraid."
"Touch me then, Angie. Hold my cock."
His hand left her pussy and she heard the sharp rasp of his zipper. Her took her hand and she was touching his cock.
Her eyes flew open. His cock was like she had imagined, long and smooth and topped with a menacing head of red. Only it was dark, very dark. Rudy's prick was long and slim and hard, the veins bulging, and it was the color of mahogany, except for the head which was such a dark red it was almost purple. She opened her fist and grasped his cock tightly.
"Oh, Jesus, Angie!" Rudy gasped. "Let's do it, honey. I... I want to fuck you so bad!"
"I want you to, Rudy . . . darling, but I'm too scared. You'd never get it in." She could feel the muscles of her pussy contracting. Her chance had come and she knew she couldn't do it. . . not this time, anyway.
"Move your hand up and down, then. Jack me off, honey; make me feel good!"
Her hand started moving. Her eyes widened as his prick stiffened and grew in her hand. She stroked faster, her own breath coming in short gasps.
"Bend down and kiss it, Angie. . . please, honey!"
"Oh, Rudy, I couldn't, I just couldn't." "Please, Angie, kiss it!" "Has Kitty kissed it?"
"Yes, a couple of times," he said eagerly. He could feel his orgasm getting close. "Quick, kiss it, kiss it!"
Angie looked at the stiff cock in her hand. The end was all wet and shiny with ooze. It's filthy, she thought, I just can't do it. How could Kitty ever do such a thing?
Kitty had kissed Rudy's cock a couple of times, but that was all. She wouldn't suck it. She had sucked the church deacon's cock several times, at this insistence, and at this moment less than a mile away she was sucking Rick Keller's prick, but it was only to make it hard again so he would fuck her. Kitty had never swallowed cum.
Angie stared with fascination at the angry glans, all wet and sticky, and wondered again how Kitty could do something so filthy. His cock was about to spew, and Angie had heard what happened when a boy's cock started spewing. Her mouth went dry. It was as if she was hypnotized by his waving cock.
"Come in my hand and I'll eat it," she heard herself say.
Somehow, Angie knew he was about to come and she cupped her hand. The thick goo spurted into her hand in wads. It looked stringy and slick, kind of like egg-white mixed with a little cream. She sucked the milky pool from her palm. It slid down her gullet, coating her lips and tongue and throat.
She looked again at his throbbing prick, white stuff still oozing from the tiny hole, and she felt an uncontrollable urge. Her mouth closed quickly over the bulbous glans.
Rudy whined with pleasure as she sucked his cock dry.
"That was great, honey," he gasped. "You really turned me on."
She felt the muscles in her cunt relax then, and knew that he could fuck her now . . . only now it was too late.
CHAPTER FIVE
Before stepping into the women's lounge, Elaine Keller glanced down the hall. She noticed the good-looking man talking to Mac and gave him a look; a look that she couldn't explain. It was a come-hither look, and Elaine didn't ordinarily give come-hither looks. She blushed and stepped quickly inside. Agnus Rug closed the door behind them.
"Who was that man talking to Mac? "Harry Ames, the new math teacher," Agnus answered.
"He's attractive," Elaine said. She felt flustered and sat down hard on the couch, her skirt flopping high on her thighs.
"Yes, in an animal sort of way."
"That's the best way."
"Naughty teacher," Agnus teased. "You have a hubby and he's home now."
"He sure is," Elaine said, lighting a cigarette.
Agnus sat down beside Elaine and held out her cigarette for a light. She was a plain woman, not homely, just plain.
"I'll bet it's nice having Rick home," Agnus said.
"Yes, it's a ball ... if you'll pardon the expression." Elaine laughed and let the blue smoke curl from her nose in vapory wisps.
"You're so sexy when you do that," Agnus said.
"Don't, Agnus," Elaine said, realizing for the first time that her skirt was halfway to her crotch.
"You have such attractive legs, Elaine. I wish mine were half as good."
Elaine felt mean. She stuck her leg out. She knew what it would do to the poor, frustrated woman. Pushing her skirt still higher, she scratched her thigh.
"May I?" Agnus asked.
In the year that Elaine had been at Bear Claw, she knew that Agnus had desired her every minute. She knew that Agnus liked girls so she had kept her at arm's length at all times. "Be my guest," she replied.
The woman's hand fell to her thigh. Elaine parted her legs. Agnus was breathing hard now.
"Just let me touch it. . . please!" Agnus gasped.
Elaine felt strangely turned on. Her husband had fucked her twice before she left the house this morning and she still felt turned on. She opened her legs wide. "All right, but just for a minute."
Agnus slid her hand up to the crotch of Elaine's pantyhose. She wore no panties. "Let me pull them down a little."
"Someone might come in," Elaine answered.
"I'll go and lock the door."
"If you leave, I'll get out of the notion. Pull them down . . . just a little."
Agnus put her hands under Elaine's skirt and found the waistband. Elaine raised up. The panties came down, then off. Elaine let her legs fall wide apart and with a deep moan, Agnus dropped her face to the soft bare skin.
As Agnus nipped lightly at her thighs, Elaine realized that her own breathing had quickened. She was getting hot; she didn't want her to stop.
Purring like a kitten, Agnus dropped to her knees between Elaine's legs, her mouth moving quickly up Elaine's thighs until she was at her cunt.
Elaine sighed and put her hands on Agnus's head. She had never had a mouth on her cunt before and she loved it, the way Agnus's tongue curled in and found just the right spots, the way it settled on her clit and rubbed it roughly until she thought she would die. It was wonderful, and she knew it was an experience she would need again.
Still, Elaine felt puzzled. Her husband was home now; she didn't need this. She realized then that she needed it more now. While Rick was gone, she had turned it off, like snapping a light switch, and now that he was back, her body craved sex. She opened her cunt to the horny little lesbian sucking so greedily.
"I'm going to come, Agnus!" she sighed breathlessly. "Do you like it wet and juicy? I feel so sticky." She thrust her cunt against Agnus's mouth. "There, right there ... do it faster! I'm coming ... Ohhhh, Jesus, I'm coming!"
Elaine fell limp as the orgasm sent shivers up her spine.
"Oh, Elaine, I love you, I love you!" Agnus cried.
"Don't get carried away," Elaine said, pushing the woman away. "This will probably never happen again; I don't really know why it did now. I like men and I always have and I always will. This hasn't changed anything."
Agnus looked as if she might cry. "We can still be friends, can't we?"
"Of course, we'll just pretend it never happened."
"I can't pretend that. I'll never forget as long as I live."
Elaine pulled on her panties. "Oh, Jesus!" She felt the wetness from her bush spread quickly through the nylon. It was an uncomfortable feeling.
When everything was back in place, Elaine went to the door. She turned and looked at Agnus. "You'd better get up off the floor, Agnus. I'm leaving," she said, and went out the door.
The walk home did her good. It invigorated her, made her feel vibrant and alive . . . and sexy. She hoped Rick was home. She still wondered why she had let Agnus suck her cunt. The poor woman had been after her since the moment they met. She decided oral sex was pretty good, and she wondered why she hadn't tried it before, too. She had been addicted to straight fucking and, evidently, so had the men in her life. Sex with a woman, though, seemed strange and a little perverted; still, she had learned that a mouth on her pussy was a marvelous thing, and surely a man's mouth glued to her cunt would be even more thrilling.
Elaine felt her excitement mount and she rushed into the house.
She went down the long hall to the drab little living room. She stopped abruptly.
Ronald sat sprawled in a chair, looking flushed and embarrassed. A glance told her what he had been doing. His zipper was down and his fly gaped open, and in his rush to stuff his prick back in, he had left the tip of his shirt protruding from the opening.
Elaine almost laughed. "Where's Rick?"
"How the fuck should I know?" Ronald said sullenly.
"You don't need to be vulgar."
Ronald grinned, pleased that he had annoyed her. Annoyance was his chief attraction. "He's been gone all day. Probably out screwing some high-school cunt. Maybe one of your students, and in your car. Rick's like that." He grinned.
"You make me sick," Elaine said, leaving the room.
She went to her room, flushed and angry. "I wish someone would push that sonofabitch over a cliff," she mumbled.
She reached up under her skirt and took off her panties. Her blouse followed the panties to the floor, and a sigh of relief escaped her lips as the catch on her bra popped open. She shrugged off the bra and reached for a cigarette in her open purse.
Clad only in her skirt, she sat smoking for several minutes before she looked up and saw Ronald standing in the doorway.
"You got gorgeous tits, baby," he said. He was holding a can of beer and he was grinning.
Elaine felt more annoyance than embarrassment at his presence. She was sure he had already seen more of her than this. He was always lurking somewhere: in the hall outside the bathroom, at a half-opened door, at her keyhole, even outside her window.
"Isn't there any privacy in this house? Get out!" "Want some beer? It's good and cold; I just opened it," he said, holding out the frosty can. Elaine got to her feet, walked over to him and took the beer. She made no effort to cover herself while she tipped the can and took a long drink. "I sure can't imagine why old Rick would waste time fuckin' jailbait when he has a choice cunt like you jus' waitin' for it. . . all hot and waitin'." "Get out of here, you bastard!" she said. She drained the beer can and handed it back to him. "I stood in the hall this morning and watched little brother fuck the hell out of you. You sure liked it, baby, and you're going to like fucking with me."
"Fat chance," she said. She had her hands on her hips, her magnificent tits pushed out, almost as she was daring him to touch them. "I watched you sit on the John once and play with your pussy. I was hidin' in the shower. You sure was hot."
"You're a sneak, Ronald, a fucking sneak! Now get the hell out of here and leave me alone." Undaunted, he reached down to his still-open fly and took out his cock. It was hard and long. "Take a look at ole Ronnie's prick, baby. Nice, huh?"
"I'm not impressed," she said, trying to act very cool. She was impressed, though. His cock was bigger than Rick's, and Rick had a big cock. She found Ronald very distasteful, yet the sight of his cock stimulated her. "You make me tired. Please go."
"I ain't going, lady, until I get a little of your cunt."
Elaine didn't know why she did what she did, but she lifted her skirt and hunched her bare cunt at him. It was all furry and wet, the fat lips pouting at him in invitation.
"You mean this?" she said. "You wouldn't know what to do with it if I offered it to you."
"I'm gonna fuck you, baby!" he growled.
It must have been the beer. She had drunk it too fast and it went right to her head, making her fuzzy and happy. She pushed her skirt down past her hips and wiggled until it fell to the floor. Then she fell back on the bed and spread wide.
"Take a good look and then go out in the hall and jack-off ... it won't be the first time."
With a low growl he lunged and was on top of her. Elaine tried to push him off, but he was even bigger than Rick, and she discovered, much stronger. His prick jabbed unsuccessfully at her pussy, and without realizing it, she got her hand between their bodies and found his cock and started it in.
With a lunge, he was all the way in her cunt and started fucking.
"Fuck me, you dirty bastard! Fuck me hard!" she screamed.
Her legs went up around his back to hold him tight. His zipper dug cruelly into her cunt-lips.
He started coming then, but it didn't matter, Elaine had already made it. She had started the minute his prick sank inside her cunt . . . and she had loved it.
"Now get the fuck out of here, you creep!" she said.
Ronald slunk from the room from a beaten dog.
Elaine stretched out on the bed and smoked another cigarette. For the first time she had cheated on her husband, first with a woman, and then with his brother . . . and it didn't seem to bother her at all. She convinced herself that Ronald was right, Rick was probably out now fucking some other cunt. "Fidelity is for assholes," she said, feeling Ronald's jism seeping slowly from the lips of her cunt onto the bed.
* * *
At supper, Rick still wasn't home, and Elaine stared across the table at her father-in-law. He leered hungrily. She hadn't worn a bra and her nipples were plainly visible through the thin fabric.
Old Leonard Keller, fat and ugly and always needing a shave. She wondered if he had a big prick. Frieda Keller, fatter and uglier than even her husband, didn't notice her husband leering at her son's young, ripe wife. She was too busy beating her gums and stuffing food into her fat mouth.
Ronald glanced at Elaine fleetingly, a sheepish look on his face.
It was after midnight when Rick came home, and he was roaring drunk. He tried to fuck his wife, but couldn't get it up.
"Your brother did better than that," Elaine said.
"Huh?"
"Ronald raped me this afternoon," she said. "Right here on this bed." "Huh?"
"I said your brother fucked me while you were out playing around! His cock is bigger than yours, too!"
Her words fell on deaf ears. Rick had passed out.
CHAPTER SIX
When Elaine woke up the next morning, she was still angry. She looked at her husband sprawled on his back. He was naked and his limp cock lay lazily across his thigh. She had the urge to bend down and bite it, bite it hard, but she didn't. She dressed quickly and left the horse.
She drove to school in a blind rage.
She had coffee in the lounge and went to her first class: English I. It was a boring class, filled with frightened sophomores, new to high-school, and the dummies that had flunked last year.
Elaine hadn't worn pantyhose this morning, and she noticed the boys' appreciative glances at her bare legs. She liked for boys to look at her. Males, young and old, had always ogled her, and she felt it was her right, and she made sure they could see her legs, a great deal of them. By lunchtime, she was feeling much better.
In the cafeteria she met Harry Ames. They ate at the same table, and she felt excited, excited like she hadn't been in a long, long time. She knew he was stealing as many glances at her as she was at him.
Elaine couldn't quite understand her feelings when she looked at Harry Ames. She wanted to fuck the man. The crotch of her bikini panties grew wet; she wanted this man to fuck her.
It was a long afternoon for Elaine. She found herself crossing her legs and letting her skirt ride high, wishing the little male bastards on the other side of her desk could see up under her skirt.
In one class, behind the privacy of her desk, she even let her hand move up under her skirt and nudge the nylon aside. Her finger found her cunt and moved in to the second knuckle before she regained her senses.
After the final bell, she looked for Harry Ames in the hall, but he was nowhere in sight. She finally gave up and went to the parking lot.
When she got to her car, Rick was there waiting. She felt her anger return when he tried to touch her.
"Don't touch me, you bastard!"
Rick grabbed her and whirled her around, shoving her back against the car, and then he slapped her.
"Rick, that hurt!" she cried.
"You're damn right it hurt; I meant for it to."
He stepped in close and kissed her. She tried to pull away and he hit her again, harder than the first, knocking her head back against the car. "If you pull away from me again, I'll knock you right on your ass, and then maybe I'll rape you in the gravel."
Elaine knew he would and she didn't move when he kissed her again. She didn't move when he slid his hands down her hips, or when he lifted her skirt and gripped her firm ass. She felt the heat rising in her loins when he slid his hand inside her skimpy panties and caressed her cunt-lips.
"Let's get in the car, Rick. Someone will see us here," she said.
"To hell with it," Rick said. "It's more exciting out here." His hand had moved down and was probing her wet slit.
"Honey, please . . . you're making me hot."
"That's more like my baby," Rick said. He opened his fly and took out his cock, then pushed it between her legs. She closed her thighs tightly around it.
"Please, Rick, let's get in the car!"
Rick put his hand on top of her head and pushed her down to her knees. "I want you to kiss my prick."
She looked up at him with surprise. "You never asked me to do anything like this before."
He looked down at her and doubled his fist. "Kiss it, Elaine, or I'll break your nose."
Elaine kissed his cock. It was wet and slick on the end. She kissed it again. This was a new experience for Elaine . . . almost. She had kissed one other cock-her uncle's. She was only twelve and he was fat and forty, and he had talked her into kissing his ugly little prick for a quarter. He wanted her to suck him off, but she had refused.
Now she opened her mouth and took Rick's cock into her mouth.
She wasn't sure if it tasted good or bad, and after that first awful sickening moment, she decided it wasn't bad. In fact, it excited her. She held his prick and took more into her mouth. She could feel his cock pulsing as she sucked harder.
"That's great, baby! Keep sucking! You must have been practicing while I was away," he said, holding her head tightly.
Elaine felt a wonderful new thrill, almost as if she could get her rocks off from sucking his cock.
She pulled back and looked up at him. "Do you want to go all the way like this?" She wanted his sperm in her mouth.
Rick let her suck his cock in again and stood silently while she tried to bring him off, but he jerked back when he felt it getting close. "No, I want to fuck you," he said, pulling her back to her feet.
"Not right here. Please!" "Yes, right here!"
"Someone will see us; I'll get fired."
"Fuck them all!" Rick said. He reached up under her dress and pulled her panties down her thighs. She let them fall down to her ankles and stepped free. His swollen cock rubbed between her legs.
"Put it in," he gasped.
She reached down and positioned the head of his cock between her wet lips. "Oh, Rick, this is so stupid!"
His cock found her cunt-hole and pushed inside past his glans. Elaine moaned deeply and threw her arms around his neck. Her feet came up off the ground and she wrapped her long legs around his hips and locked them behind his back.
"Oh, Jesus Christ, baby! Give it all to me.. . fuck me!" she cried, jamming her pussy down onto his cock.
She hunched wildly, coming almost immediately- "I'm coming, Rick, I'm coming . . . keep going, don't stop! I can make it again."
She started coming again, hard, almost painful. It was grand.
"Come now, Rick ... fill me, fill me up!" She kept hunching against him as his cum spurted inside her. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed. "It feels so good!"
* * *
Angie Gillis stacked the books neatly in her locker and slammed the door closed. She was about to start down the hall when she saw Rudy.
"Hi, Angie," Rudy said. "Seen Kitty around?"
"She's in Mr. Ames' room. Said she had a couple of questions about the assignment."
"I'll bet they are . . . about the assignment." Rudy grinned.
"Shame on you, Rudy."
"Well, how about you and me going for a little drive?"
"I thought you had football practice?"
"Ah, I told the coach I'd be a little late. Let's go and sit in the car and make a little love."
Angie shuddered. "No, I have to go right home," she said quickly. She felt afraid; she had known he would want to fuck her today, but she wasn't sure she was ready for that. Besides, it was obvious that after yesterday, she was just a sex object to him, an easy mark. "Go and make love to Kitty, she's your girl friend."
Angie raced down the hall. She didn't stop running until she was outside. She stopped and leaned against the building. "The bastard," she said breathlessly. "Until yesterday he didn't know I was alive. Well, he can just go and fuck Kitty and leave me alone."
Angie was halfway across the parking lot when she heard Rick and Elaine arguing. She slipped up behind a station wagon and peeked just as Rick hit Elaine the first time. She was no more than ten feet away.
"Rick, that hurt," she heard Mrs. Keller cry.
Angie's eyes bulged when she saw Rick lift his wife's dress. When he took out his cock, she gasped, quickly covering her mouth. God, he was going to fuck her right here in the parking lot!
Angie had never seen anyone fuck before, and the excitement came quickly to her loins.
And when Rick ordered Elaine to kiss his cock, it was too much, just too much. Angie's hand slid under her skirt.
Angie was so hot she thought she would die. Her hand fumbled under her panties and she started to masturbate. She kicked herself for feeling offended when Rudy had asked her to go sit in his car; she wanted him now.
When Rick pushed Elaine's panties down and got his long cock into her snatch, Angie pushed her finger up into her own cunt. Rudy could be fucking her right this minute if she hadn't been so stupid. She wanted to be fucked very badly, she decided, and Rudy would have been happy to oblige.
As Rick fucked Elaine, Angie imagined Rudy's big cock inside her and how wonderful it would feel. She moaned and started coming at almost the same time as Elaine. It was a good come, easy and delicious, the thrill almost buckling her knees. She decided it was one of the best she had ever had, and she owed it to the lewd show her teacher was giving her.
Angie ducked back when Elaine's feet dropped back to the ground. She watched her pick up her panties and get in the car. Rick, his cock still hanging out, got in beside her. They drove off and Angie just stood there feeling weak.
She also felt disillusioned. Mrs. Keller had been her ideal until a few minutes ago. She was so smart. Now Mrs. Keller no longer seemed like the epitome of womanhood; she was a slut, as hot for male prick as all the other weak-willed, slobbering broads in this stupid hick town. Angie's mother was no better; she had heard her sobbing and moaning when her father slipped the old meat to her. Next time she would watch, sneak to their door and watch, see if her father had a prick as big as Rudy's or Rick Keller's.
Angie couldn't decide who had the biggest cock; Rudy's seemed bigger, but then she had seen it up close, even held it, made it spew cum in her hand, and she had gobbled it up, and she had liked it.
No, Angie decided, next time it would be her turn, and she wouldn't chicken out, either.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Harry Ames sat on the edge of the bed and watched his wife move to the closet for her dress. She had such a great build. Slim hips, high protruding tits. Such a shame she was such a cold ass. Harry shook his head.
Alta's dress slid down over her head; Harry reached out and grabbed her around the waist, letting his hand slide down to the top of her panties. His fingers slipped under the band and he touched soft cunt hair.
Alta jerked back. "Stop it, Harry! God, is that all you ever think of? You're a goddamned sex fiend. I sometimes feel like all you want is to throw me on the bed and screw me."
"Well, you're right, and you're wrong. Harry thought. All I think of is fucking, but not you. You're a substitute for Kitty Halstead. Jesus, what a hot little prick-teaser. Kitty had on bikini panties today and they were pulled tight in her crotch and she had let him see all there was to see . . . and maybe then some.
Harry was thinking of Elaine Keller. She was the sexiest woman he had ever known. Since meeting her on Tuesday, he had had lunch with her every day. His cock hurt from wanting to fuck her. He hoped she would be at the party tonight.
And that little Kitty Halstead. God, what a sexy little cunt she was. She had exposed her pantied cunt to him every day this week as he sat behind his desk with a hard-on. He knew he had to watch it; she was his for the taking. He visualized the way the hair of her cunt stuck out around the edges of her panties, and he started to get a hard-on.
Harry unzipped and pulled out his cock and looked at it. He was proud of his cock; it was easily nine inches long and as fat as a bat. He stroked his prick slowly until it had stretched out to its full length.
Alta glanced over and saw what he was doing. "Christ! You make me sick!"
Harry continued to pull on his meat. "If you'd give me a little pussy once in a while, I wouldn't be like this."
"You never want a little, you want a lot." She looked at his hard cock. God, it would feel so good shoved up inside her twat; she liked fucking, yet she fought it.
Harry hadn't had any cunt since Monday, and he was in need. "Pull down your pants and let me have a feel," he said, "for old time's sake."
Alta shrugged and lifted her skirt. "Take a good look, because that's all you're going to get."
Harry dropped to his knees and grabbed her panties and pulled them down to mid-thigh. His mouth was between her thighs in an instant and his tongue snaked up into her cunt.
"Harreeee, stop that!" she screamed, yet her legs parted as far apart as her panties would allow. Her skirt dropped back over his head as her hands went to the back of his head. She pulled his face into her cunt. "You bastard . . . suck me . . . make me come."
Ten-year-old Hal stood outside the door watching. His little prick was rock hard inside his pants.
Alta came almost immediately, almost falling on top of her cunt-sucking husband. "Harry, Harry, Harry!" she moaned. "Stop now! We'll be late for the party."
* * *
Harry could still taste his wife's cunt when he opened the door and let Angie Gillis in. "Hi, Angie. I'm sure glad you could sit for us tonight. I don't know who we'd have called if your name hadn't been given to us."
"Glad to be of service, Mr. Ames. A girl needs to make some money, too."
"Well, I've had nothing but glowing reports about you. I'm sure you'll like Hal, and he'll like you."
Hal introduced the sitter to the sittee, then he and Alta left the house. Angie stood at the front window and watched them drive away.
"She looks like a high-priced whore in that slinky gown," she mumbled.
Hal looked up from the TV. "Huh?"
Angie whirled from the window. "It's after nine, you little turd. Turn off the TV and get ready for bed."
"You can't talk to me like that!" Hal said.
"I'll talk to you any way I please, you little snot. Now turn off the TV before I beat the shit out of you." Angie doubled her fists and walked towards him.
Hal had never had a sitter like this before. He turned off the television and raced for his bedroom. He was completely naked when he realized she was standing in the doorway watching him. He covered himself quickly with his hands. "Go away while I get in my pajamas. I'll tell my mom on you."
"I'll close my eyes while you put them on. Okay?"
Hal was bewildered. He quickly pulled on his pajamas. "Okay, I'm dressed," he said.
Angie opened her eyes. "Did you go pee?"
"Yes," Hal said.
"Take it out and let me see."
"You can't tell by looking."
"I can; I have a special gift. Take your prick out."
Hal stared at the girl with surprise, yet he reached down and took out his cock. It hung limp and small from the opening in his pajamas.
"You lied. You didn't pee!"
"How can you tell?" He looked down at his cock. He was amazed. He hadn't pee'd, but how could she tell?
"I can tell by the way it hangs," Angie said. "I'll bet you're too little to get it hard."
"I can too!" Hal said.
"Let's see." Hal stood and looked at her. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before.
"Well, don't just stand there . . . play with it.
Get your little cock good and hard. I like boys better if their pricks are hard."
Hal pulled on his cock but it remained soft.
"I knew you couldn't get it hard," Angie said.
"I can, I can! Only you make me too nervous."
"I don't believe you, but I'll give you one more chance. I'll turn my back, and when it's hard, you call me."
Hal closed his eyes and thought of his father on his knees with his face up between his mother's legs. He started jacking-off. He knew Angie wasn't looking, and his cock stiffened. When he had it as hard as it would get, he called to Angie.
She turned and stared at Hal's pecker and grew very excited. "Jesus!" she said.
Angie had always made sure she saw the little cocks of the boys she babysat, but it seemed so much more exciting now that she had felt Rudy's prick and had watched two people actually fucking. And Hal's cock seemed so much bigger than the other little boys'.
Angie remembered giving one little boy a bath and carefully washing his cock and balls, and how he had gotten hard and how it excited her. She liked to wait until they were asleep, too, and then tiptoe in and feel their little cocks and then play with her pussy until she made it.
"Can I feel it?" she asked.
"Yes, yes," he answered softly.
She took the gristly little prick in her hand.
"Oh, Hal, it's so hard!"
He thrust into her palm and she started masturbating him. Since the wild excitement of feeling Rudy's cock stiffen and grow, and then spurt its warm, slick liquid into her hand, she had thought of little else. She was still angry with herself for turning chicken and running away from Rudy on Tuesday.
"Do you like this, Hal?" she asked, push-pulling on his cock.
"Oh, yes, Angie! Don't stop!"
"You won't tell anyone, will you?"
"No!"
"Not anyone. Not even your mom."
" 'Specially not my mom," Hal said with a snicker.
Angie felt weak with excitement. The thought of having him fucking her cunt raced through her mind. His cock was little and it wouldn't hurt her; maybe it would be best to start with a little one.
"Will you kiss it, Angie?" Hal asked.
"Hal! Where did you ever get such an idea?"
"The other day I saw Mom put Dad's thing in her mouth and it made me feel all excited."
"Oh, God, honey!" Angie exclaimed, sinking to her knees. "Does your dad have a big one?"
"Boy, it really is big, Mom could hardly get it in her mouth."
Angie moaned and his pecker sank into her mouth.
"Oh Angie! That feels good! Suck it!" Hal started pushing eagerly against her face. "I saw Dad put his face up between mom's legs tonight and she acted like she really liked it. Would you like me to do that to you?"
Angie nodded her head and kept sucking. She had his entire prick in her mouth now.
"They didn't know I was watching, but I was," he said, then his cock stiffened. "Angie, Angie .. . it's good!"
The boy climaxed. There was a little salty ooze, but no wild spurt like Angie wanted. She continued sucking until Hal shoved her away. She lay back on the floor.
"Will you put your head between my legs now?" Angie asked.
"I don't want to now. Maybe some other time." "You said you would."
"No, I didn't. I just asked if you wanted me to. I'm sleepy now. I want to go to bed." He pushed his pecker into his pajamas and jumped onto the bed.
Angie knew he wouldn't do it now; she had sucked him too long, and he came, and he was finished. "You won't tell anyone what we did, will you?"
"I said I wouldn't." He was under the covers now.
Angie shrugged and snapped out the light and left the room. She rummaged through the house until she found the liquor, selected a bottle of Scotch. Angie drank it straight.
Lighting up, she dragged on the cigarette, then took a sip of Scotch, repeating the process until the glass was empty and she felt quite good.
Angie spread her legs apart, fumbling the front of her jeans open, her hand darting inside, deep into the hairy vee. She was very hairy around her cunt, especially for a sixteen-year-old.
"Goddamn, it feels good already!" she cried.
She spread her legs wider. Her fingers parted the lips of her cunt. Her cunt was red inside, red and already wet, all slippery and slimy.
"I love to jack-off," she said out loud. "I wish could jack-off forever." She lifted her hand out of her jeans and looked at her hairy pussy. "I love you, pussy. I love the way you make me feel when I play with you."
Angie was consumed with lust; her episode with the boy and then the Scotch had done its job. Her finger glided into her cunt, in and out, in and out in and out. She moaned.
I'm about to come, she thought, just a minute more, and then I'll drink some more Scotch and use the bottle instead of my finger. I'm almost there, just another second or two.
And then she heard the front door open, and voices: Mr. and Mrs. Ames were back already. She jerked her hand from the front of her jeans and tried to get the buttons buttoned. She was only half successful.
* * *
Harry and Alta Ames arrived at the party at nine-thirty. They were met at the door by the host, George McBride. George McBride was the richest man in Bear Claw, a pillar of the community, president of the school board, chairman of the local bank. He was bald-headed and round-faced. His eyes lusted at the sight of Alta Ames.
The house was filled with people drinking, talking, some dancing to a small combo. At the end of the first week of school each year, George McBride held an open house, inviting the teachers and the better people of the community. It was his little get-acquainted affair as school-board president. It was also his chance to size up the new faces-and figures-for the coming year.
He took Alta by the arm and directed the Ameses to the ornate bar. "Have a cocktail or two to loosen up and I'll introduce you around," he said. He held especially tight to Alta's arm.
Elaine Keller was already there, and as usual, she was surrounded by men. Rick had declined to attend, saying he couldn't stand all those asshole snobs and dumb fucking schoolteachers. He told Elaine he was going to shoot some pool with his buddies. Actually, he was meeting Kitty Halstead. Elaine's eyes met Harry's. Alta saw the look, tossed down her drink; and quickly reached for another.
"Not too fast, hon," Harry said. "You know what martinis do to you." He was on his third.
Alta leaned close to her husband and swallowed the martini in one gulp. "Fuck you," she whispered, then turned to George McBride and squeezed his flabby arm. "Your home is simply marvelous, Mr. McBride."
"Thank you, my dear. And call me George. May I call you Alta?"
"Of course, George," she said. She had picked up another martini.
Harry looked at his wife and shook his head. He could tell from her eyes that she was getting drunk already.
"If your husband doesn't mind," George McBride was saying, "I'd be delighted to give you! personal tour."
"He won't mind," Alta replied.
Harry didn't even hear her because he was moving off through the crowd towards Elaine Keller.
"Dance with me, Harry," Elaine purred when he reached her side.
Alta saw them move onto the dance floor and she didn't object when she felt George McBride's arm slide smoothly around her waist. She refilled her empty glass.
"Come along, Alta. I have much to show you," he said.
Alta didn't mind the old man's arm around her waist because she knew she would fall if it wasn't there. She felt giddy and wild, and had the urge to shout for Harry to fuck the stupid blond right there on the dance floor so everyone could see what a magnificent cock he had. It made her tingle, too, the way McBride's fat fingers were tracing little patterns on her hip.
As they got farther from the noise of the party, he held her tighter, the palm of his hand now on her stomach. Alta felt the little shocks of sexual excitement and knew she was drunk and unable to resist any serious assault. She let him pull her around until he had her pressed against his big belly. They were about the same height and their lips met automatically.
Alta vaguely realized that they were in a bedroom, a lavish and dimly-lit bedroom, and she also realized that while the fat man kissed her, his hand had lifted her skirt and was caressing her nylon-covered butt. She knew better, yet she hunched against him.
His hand moved up to the waistband of her panties and down inside. "You're not wearing pantyhose," he said.
"No. Harry said it was informal, and it is such a warm evening." Her voice trailed off as he kissed her again and his finger trailed down the deep groove. By the time his hand was between her legs, she was squirming, her tongue deep in his mouth.
And now, my second infidelity, she thought, as they both fell back onto the bed.
She lay motionless as George McBride got back to his feet and slowly lifted her skirt and just as slowly pulled her panties down her legs and off her feet.
He gazed momentarily at the exquisite creation nestled between Alta's legs and then unbuckled his belt. With his pants and shorts around his knees, he put his hands on her thighs and got onto the bed.
She wasn't sure she wanted it to happen, yet her legs came open. He fumbled clumsily until she reached down and found his cock. It wasn't big like Harry's, but it wasn't bad, either. Her cunt was wet and she easily inserted him.
As she felt George McBride's cock move effortlessly into her cunt, she thought of her husband dancing with the big blonde. Harry was a marvelous dancer, and he somehow always ended up on the dance floor with a blonde.
"Faster," she cried softly. "It feels good! Make me come ... I need to come!"
She didn't notice his tremendous weight, but he had all his cock in and she knew she would make it. It felt so good, so damn good, better than any she'd had since the Marine Captain had used her so wantonly. She realized that there had been none but Harry's prick since that time, and she marveled at the thrill of a strange prick.
She went wild when she felt McBride's milk pouring into her belly and orgasmed. She came to a peak again before the first was past and orgasmed again.
"God Almighty!" she groaned. "Here less than half an hour and getting fucked by a stranger . . . almost a stranger. It's good . . . don't stop!"
George McBride was gasping and hunching wildly, then he stopped. "Ooooh," he moaned gruffly. "You're a good fuck, lady!"
He pulled out, his cock still dripping, and watched the milky goo fall in long strings and slide down her thigh. He milked his prick until the side of her leg was covered with the stuff.
Alta felt sick. She wanted to vomit. She wanted his prick back inside her cunt. The tears came to her eyes and she wanted to go home.
* * *
It was a lovely, warm evening and they had moved out to the patio to dance. There was only one other couple dancing on the patio. Elaine could feel Harry's prick through his pants against her thigh. He felt very big and it excited her.
"Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry ..." she moaned softly into his half-open mouth. They clutched each other tightly, their bodies drawn close together, moving only slightly to the sound of the music.
"I wish we could be alone, Harry . .. completely alone," she said. "I want you, Mister, I want you very much."
Harry could feel her full breasts against his chest, her firm belly tight against his, her thick female thighs one on each side of his own. He knew she could feel his prick, it was so hard he thought it would split open.
"Maybe we could slip away for a while," he said. He knew Alta had to be plastered by now.
"Do you think we could?"
"I'm wild about you, Elaine." He knew it wasn't true, but he said it anyway: "I think I'm falling in love with you."
"Oh, Harry, darling, darling," she moaned, hunching against him repeatedly. She liked dry-humping with a man, especially if his cock was hard and big enough to feel. Harry's was.
Mac Donovan stepped onto the patio and saw them kissing, saw Harry's hand holding tightly to her ass, saw Elaine humping wantonly against him. He didn't have to wait in line very long, Mac thought. I always knew she was a slut.
He stepped back inside the door and said loudly, "Hey, Harry, where are you?"
Harry stepped into the house, his face flushed. "You looking for me, Mac?" he said. He looked angry.
"Yeah. Your wife is looking for you. She's sick, wants to go home."
"Shit!" Harry said. "Just a minute, I'll be right back." He went back outside.
Later, Harry helped Alta into the car. Her legs were wobbly and her mascara was streaked down the front of her face.
"I'm sorry, honey. You know what martinis do to me," Alta said, her voice an insipid whine.
"It's okay, baby," Harry said.
"And I have a terrible headache."
Harry went around the car to the driver's side.
"You're a mess, honey," Harry said as he drove down the street. "Your skirt looks like you slept in it."
"When I felt my headache start, I laid down," she replied guiltily. She didn't mention that George McBride had lain on top of her, or that the dainty little step-ins she had worn to the party were still on the floor in one of McBride's bedrooms. She felt a wetness between her legs and thought she might get sick. "Just get me home. I want to go to bed."
Harry stopped the car in the driveway and got out and went to the front door and unlocked it. Alta pushed past him and started down the hall.
"Pay the girl and take her home, Harry. I'm going right to bed," she said. Harry stepped into the front room and stopped. He couldn't quite believe it-Angie had been playing with herself.
As Harry came on into the room, Angie let the tail of her shirt fall down to cover her gaping fly. Her hands trembled.
"How much do I owe you, Angie?" Harry asked, his face red.
"Uh, gee, I don't know. You've only been gone an hour or so."
"Alta got a headache. We left the party early."
Angie looked different to him somehow. She looked sexy and exciting. Watch yourself, old man, he told himself. "Do you have to go right home?" he said.
"No, not really. Why?"
"I feel like talking. Care if I sit down?"
"Geez, it's your house," Angie said. All of a sudden, she felt in command. She noticed how red Harry's face was, and the booze was throbbing in her temple, making her feel brave and brazen.
Harry sat down on the couch beside her. "I saw what you were doing, Angie," he said, avoiding her eyes.
Angie decided to play it cool. "How could you help it?"
Harry was amazed at her aplomb; it unnerved him. He saw the open bottle of Scotch and Angie's empty glass. "You've been drinking my Scotch," he said.
"Yes," she replied.
"You're only sixteen, Angie."
"So? I like Scotch."
Harry was jarred, but he began to see the girl in an entirely different light. "I think I need a drink. Do you want one?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Angie said. "On the rocks, no ice."
Harry shrugged, made her a drink. "Cigarette?" he said. "Yes," Angie answered.
Harry noticed the gap in her shirt tail, noticed the open vee in her jeans, noticed the black hair lurking inside. Harry felt his cock harden and he took a stiff pull on his drink.
"Do you masturbate often, Angie?" he said.
Her eyes narrowed to slits as the blue haze of smoke oozed from her nostrils and her hand moved to the opening in her jeans. "Yeah, pretty often. Did it excite you to catch me jacking-off?"
"Yes, I'm afraid it did," he said softly.
"Will your wife come back in?"
"No. She's out. Her headaches do that to her."
"Would you like to see my cunt?" She spread open her fly. The hair was thick and dark and curly.
"God, yes," Harry moaned, breathing heavily. "I will if you take out your prick. I want to see it."
Harry knew he was being foolish, stupid even, still he unzipped and hauled out his massive cock. It was throbbing hard, the blue veins pulsing in stark relief.
"My God, it's so big!" Angie cried, her hand reaching out to touch it. "And you're not circumcised. I never saw one that wasn't circumcised before." Her fingers closed around the thick shaft and she slowly pulled the foreskin back to reveal his fat, crimson glans. It looked damp and elegant. "Can I ... do you want me to kiss it?"
"God, yes, Angie! Kiss it!"
She planted a wet kiss on the tiny, oozing hole. It was wet and sticky and tasted salty. "Shall I suck it?"
"God, yes, suck it!" He hunched up to meet her lips. "Have you ever done it before?"
She looked up at him. "Are you worried that I don't know how?"
"Jesus, no . . . just suck it!"
"I've sucked lots of cock," she lied. "Now do you want to talk about it, or do you want me to suck your cock?"
"Suck my cock!" he groaned.
Her wet lips slid down over the shining head of his prick and he gasped, no longer the cool, commanding teacher. He reached down and pulled up her shirt, his hand sliding across her bare back. God, it felt so good.
Angie marveled at the size of this precious man's pecker. So long, and so thick, why, it was all she could do to get the whole head in her mouth. Of course, she could hold the shaft in her little fist and rub the skin up and down while she suckled on his fat prick-head.
She must be doing it good, the way he was squirming around and rubbing her back, and . . . and, Oh Jesus, he was sliding his hand down the back of her jeans. Oh, Goddamn! Goddamn! It felt good the way he rubbed his thick finger in the deep cleft of her ass. And, Jesus, he was rubbing against her asshole, and ... Oh God! She sucked ravenously.
Harry grabbed her head and pulled her away. "Stop!"
Angie raised her head, a hurt look on her face. "Don't I do it good?"
"You do it marvelously, honey, just marvelously."
"Then why do you want me to stop?"
"I was about to come."
"Don't you want to come? I'll take it in my mouth, Mr. Ames. Swallow it all if you want me to."
His eyes were blurry with lust. "I'd love that, Angie, but right now . . . this time ... I'd rather, rather ..."
"You want to fuck me?" she said, her eyes going wide. She felt loose and open between her legs, like she could really fuck his huge prick, all of it.
"Yes, I want to fuck you, Angie."
"Where?"
"Right here on the couch. Take your clothes off."
For the First time, she felt shy. She also felt the muscles in her cunt tightening, closing up, like they did with Rudy. "I ... I can't. I shouldn't, I ... I just can't," she gasped.
"Yes, you can. It's what you wanted when I came in. You want me to fuck you, Angie, and I'm going to."
He reached over and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She sat rigid, her eyes closed, as he peeled the garment off her shoulders.
"My God, Angie! Your tits are beautiful, big and beautiful!"
Angie felt a surge of pride and she thrust her chest out. Her tits were smooth and swelled out to a point, the areolas and nipples large and pink. She gasped for air when his mouth closed over one nipple. She raised up when she felt his hands pushing on her jeans, and he somehow got them down to her ankles.
Harry moved to the other tit and brought the nipple to a hard knob, then slid his mouth slowly down her belly, stopping at her belly button. "I'm going to keep moving down, Angie, I'm going to kiss your cunt; I'm going to eat you. Do you want me to eat you?"
Angie's legs came open. He moved over her pussy with his mouth. She gasped at the feel of his fingers spreading the hair away, and then his tongue-Oh God!-his marvelous tongue snaked into her slit! Her eyes popped open, though, when she felt his hand slide under her bottom and his finger probing at the tightly-puckered hole of her ass. She had never realized how sensitive her asshole was, how good it felt to have it played with.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she hissed, "make me ready to fuck. I want it. I want it!"
She opened her legs as far as they would go and put her hands on his head. His tongue was up inside her cunt, and then she felt his finger push into her ass and she started coming. It was a spend like she had never before experienced-shattering and violent. She was ready to be fucked, ready for more orgasms. She bucked against his sucking mouth.
Harry tongue-fucked her, and he ass-fucked her, his finger all the way in her anus. He had suspected her anus was sexually erotic from the way she had jerked when he first touched her there.
She shuddered, moaning softly, when he removed his finger, another orgasm fluttering up her spine. "I'm ready, Harry! Fuck me, please!"
Harry stood up and quickly took his clothes off. He spread out on top of her. He kissed her hard on the mouth, his face wet with her pussy slime, and let his heavy cock loll down between her legs to throb against her thighs. His cock was as hard as plaster as it nudged against her hairy cunt. It was the hard-on he had intended for the elegant Elaine, and now he was getting ready to shove it to a sixteen-year-old girl. She was probably still a virgin. "Are you sure?" he said.
"God, yes, I'm sure. Don't worry about hurting me, Mr. Ames."
"Why, aren't you a virgin?"
"Well, almost," she giggled.
"What do you mean, almost?"
"Oh, I've used things on myself. I'm not a cherry if that worries you," she said frankly. Still, she hadn't expected his cock to be so big.
"This isn't a candle, honey."
"God, don't I know it. Do it, put it in me!" She lifted her hips, hunching lewdly against him.
Harry shrugged, suspecting that he'd have fucked her no matter what she said. He pressed the fat end of his cock to her open hole. She was sopping wet and wide open and his cock-head went easily inside. He pushed and felt her stiffen.
"Hurt?" he asked.
"A little, but don't stop! Please don't stop!"
Harry didn't intend to stop. He had his arms around her, holding her tight, her generous young tits pressed against his chest. He let his mouth come down to cover hers wetly before he pushed on. And then pushed in, not hard, yet firmly and steadily. Inch by inch, her young cunt swallowed up his cock.
"Relax, honey, relax and enjoy," he said softly, feeling her tenseness, feeling the grimace of her lips against his.
It hurt, stretching and pulling at her cunt, and she wished she hadn't let him, wished he would stop, but she relaxed a little. It helped to relax, so she tried moving a little with him; that helped even more, and then it started to feel good, just a little, but good just the same.
Angie wasn't sure when the change took place, but all of a sudden it felt real good. The feeling grew better and better, and when she realized she had all of him, when that whole damn prick was up inside her cunt, she started hunching.
Harry felt the difference when her cunt stopped fighting him and accepted his prick, and he started fucking. He loosened his grip around her and he gripped the cheeks of her tender ass, his full weight on top of her, surging, thrusting.
"Yes, yes ... Oh God! Yes, play with my ass, Mr. Ames!"
"Call me Harry when I'm fucking you."
"Play with my ass, Harry! Put your finger in!"
Harry spread her cheeks with his hands, then brought one hand up to his mouth to wet his finger, and then put it back to her asshole and pushed it in. Angie groaned with satisfaction.
"Good, good, good!" she cried, and started coming.
* * *
In the bedroom, Alta lay on the bed naked except for her tiny half slip. She had been too drunk to take anything and had stripped to her slip before passing out on the bed. Yet, the strange sounds from the front room roused her. She staggered down the hall, still very drunk, her head reeling. She sobered very appreciably.
Alta saw the babysitter take her husband's prick in her mouth. And then he was down between her legs . . . the sonofabitch was sucking her cunt!
And then, Jesus, they were both naked and he was on top of her. He was going to fuck her, the honorable Harry Ames was fucking one of his students. Goddamn, can she take that big cock of his, she thought, it even hurts me sometimes, and she's so young.
Alta realized that she didn't feel sick any more, and her headache was gone. Watching her husband fuck another woman, or girl, was better than any aspirin she had ever had. Then she realized how wet she was between her legs and her hand pressed into her crotch through her slip. The slip quickly became soaking wet as she masturbated through the nylon garment.
"Fuck her, Harry. Nail the little brat to the couch," she said softly, realizing it was like therapy to watch him fuck the little girl. The pain of her infidelity, so heavy on her heart, seemed to melt away. It was no longer valid-Harry was cheating on her; he was fucking another girl.
Alta started coming, coming hard and with considerable satisfaction. It was such a relaxed and unburdened feeling that she started to wet herself, also. It ran down her legs, soaked her slip, and filled her hand. She continued masturbating and peeing, the feeling so good that she didn't want it to ever stop.
It did stop, though, and she leaned weakly against the doorjamb, the last prickly feelings of her orgasm seeping from her pores.
She turned and headed back to the bedroom happy and satisfied. One thing, she was very happy about, she decided, was that he was fucking the babysitter and not that schoolteacher friend of his. That buxom blonde was just too much competition, at least for right now.
Harry hadn't seen nor heard his wife in the doorway. He was far too interested in the youthful snatch that surrounded his bursting cock, and the way Angie moaned and urged him on. She had orgasmed when he first shoved his finger into her ass, and she was coming again now. He still had his finger deep inside her ass and his cock was as far inside her cunt as it would go when he felt his balls emptying their charge.
He shot inside her cunt while her eager young pussy milked each jet as fast as it came. He could stand no more and he jerked free. They both lay panting for a long, long time.
They finally got dressed and decided on one more drink before he took her home. The drink turned into several and both were quite drunk when they left the house.
Harry stopped in front of her house and drew her close, kissing her wetly. She responded immediately.
"Oh, Harry, darling, it was marvelous. I love it," she said.
"I told you to call me Harry when I'm fuckin you," he said drunkenly.
"Then you better fuck me again, Harry, because I'm going to call you Harry," she moaned. "Harry Harry, darling Harry!"
He had his hand inside her jeans again and he marveled at the heavy growth she had on he snatch. He teased her pussy, his finger sliding back and forth in the deep slit.
"Play with my ass again!" she moaned, raisin up to push her jeans down.
It was stupid, and Harry knew it, but her jean ended up on the floorboard. It was new and exciting to finger a girl's anus; he had never done before. He liked the way it was so tight at first and then relaxed to let him in. He got his finger all the way in and dropped his face to her pussy.
The juices ran freely from her cunt and she orgasmed. He liked the taste of her pussy, it was so ripe and pungent, and she responded so violently when he fucked her ass with his finger.
He was sure she would have one sore asshole in the morning, and one sore pussy, too. He watched her go into the house and felt the first pangs of remorse. It was so damn stupid; they could send him up until he was an old man if she cried rape, if her father didn't kill him first.
His own house was dark and quiet when he entered, and he had another hard-on. He couldn't understand it. He knew what a terrible risk he had taken; yet Angie was so young . . . and so eager, and so built. His cock grew harder. He finally went into the bedroom.
Alta was lying naked on the bed. Out cold, he thought. He undressed. When he crawled onto the bed, she roused and turned towards him.
"Fuck me, Harry," she said, rolling on top of him. Straddling him, her hand grasped his prick. He went in easily and, when she came down, his entire cock went in. She started humping immediately.
"God, yes, Harry, let's fuck and fuck and fuck!"
Alta had never acted like this before, and Harry couldn't begin to understand it. He relaxed and let her contracting pussy slide up and down on his cock. It was good, damn good.
CHAPTER EIGHT
On Monday, much to his relief, Harry found he could look Angie Gillis squarely in the eye. He felt a little apprehensive, though, because something about Angie hinted that it would happen again.
The week passed painfully uneventful. Everything was geared for the first football game.
Friday dawned dreary and overcast, and by evening it was damp and cold. Harry and Alta watched the game from their car, which was parked close to the sidelines. There were bleachers along one side, but it was packed solid.
"I've always thought football was a stupid game," Alta said, sliding closer to Harry. "If you'll get the car warmed up, I'll let you play with my legs. Make it more interesting."
Harry grinned and turned on the engine. "It'll be warm in a minute," he said.
Alta had been unusually responsive all week, even aggressive at times. He couldn't understand her change, but he wasn't knocking it. She was a fine piece of ass when she was in the mood.
Alta kissed him wetly and hotly. Harry could taste the liquor on her snaking tongue. When she broke the kiss, she snapped open the glove compartment and took out a pint.
"Better have a little snort, Harry, and catch up with me," she said, uncapping and taking a quick pull.
Harry took the bottle. "Okay, but just a short one, and you better slow down. I have to chaperone the dance following the ball game, and I sure as hell can't take you along if you're all sauced up."
Alta kissed him again, her tongue darting in and out like a rampaging cock. She was hot for sure, and in the mood to fuck. They looked up again as Bear Claw scored its second touchdown.
"He's good," Alta squealed, "the big tall one. He's the same one that scored the other time. Isn't he?"
"Yeah. That's Rudy Wilcox. He should be playing in Minneapolis instead of Bear Claw. He could write his own ticket if he was at a big high school. Maybe he can anyway."
At half time, Harry went to the refreshment stand for hot coffee. He had to rearrange himself once he got out of the car because he had a hard-on. Alta had been feeling him through his pants and he had been playing with her legs, her long, slim legs that felt so good sheathed in smooth nylon.
He stepped up to the counter at the same moment that Elaine Keller did.
"Hi, Harry," she said, her husky voice sending prickles up Harry's spine. "Haven't seen much of you this week."
"Not my fault," Harry said.
"I know it. My damn husband has met me every night after school, and here he comes now," she said.
Rick Keller came up, deliberately bumping Harry with his shoulder. He lit a cigarette and then glanced at Harry. "Sorry," he said sullenly, then to Elaine, "Come on, baby, let's get back in that auto. I need another drink."
Elaine shrugged her shoulders helplessly and tossed Harry a glance that turned his spine to jelly.
She looked absolutely fantastic, almost too good to be flesh and blood. Her short, blonde hair curled around her angelic face. Harry thought he was going to wet his pants, he wanted her so bad. She was the sexiest broad he had ever laid eyes on. He watched her tightly-encased ass sway as she walked away with her husband.
Harry returned to the car. He slid in beside Alta and handed her the coffee. "Colder than a well digger's balls," he said.
Alta giggled and took the pint from the glove box. "We'll just spike this a bit and warm you up."
"Take it easy, hon. If you get loaded, I'll take you home and leave you."
"Don't be a spoil sport," she said, lacing each coffee liberally.
They finished their coffees and started necking. Harry's hand moved up her leg. The crotch of her pantyhose grew wet under his nimble fingers.
"Push them down so you can feel me up right," Alta said, lifting up off the seat.
He got her pantyhose down to her knees before he moved back up to cup her wet cunt. She moaned softly as his finger slid into her sucking hole, her hand groping at the front of his trousers. She had his cock out in short order, her hand pulling the foreskin up and down over the fat knob.
"I'd let you fuck me right here," she whispered, "if that man in the next car would quit glancing over here."
Harry stiffened and sat up straight. "Jesus Christ, Alta," he snorted, his hand pulling away from her cunt.
"Put it back, honey, I was only teasing," Alta giggled.
They continued like this, neither seeing much of the second half. Bear Claw won going away with Rudy scoring five touchdowns.
Harry stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped up. "Pull up your pantyhose, Alta, we have to sponsor a dance."
"I'd rather go home and fuck, or even fuck right here," she said.
"Me too, but duty calls. Maybe the dance will end early."
"I hope so, or I might try fucking one of those footballs players behind the record player."
Harry looked at his wife with surprise. Remarks like that were completely out of keeping for Alta-probably just the booze. He watched her struggle to get the pantyhose back into place.
The dance got under way slowly, the kids dribbling in. The lights had dimmed and four or five couples were dancing before the ball players started to make an appearance. It was almost midnight when Rudy made his entrance with Kitty hanging on his arm.
"That's the big star," Harry told Alta.
"Why he looks like he's . . . he's ..."
"Mexican? Half, I think."
"He's handsome, but God, that little tramp on his arm." "The school sexpot."
"I can believe that," Alta snapped. She had sobered considerably, her natural prudishness rearing its ugly head.
The kids weren't allowed to leave the building once they were inside, yet many seemed to be getting drunk. Harry knew they had brought the booze in with them, but if they remained orderly, he decided to do nothing. He'd gotten loaded at a few school dances himself.
Rudy Wilcox walked over to where Alta and Harry were sitting. "Hi, Mr. Ames. Good game, huh?"
"Excellent, Rudy. You were hot tonight," Harry said. He stood up. "This is my wife, Alta."
"Glad to meet you, Mrs. Ames," Rudy said politely, then he belched loudly. His face reddened. "I'm awfully sorry," he stammered, his face turning red.
"That's perfectly all right. Accidents do happen," Alta said, smiling at the handsome boy. He was positively beautiful, such fine features, such grace, even though he had obviously been drinking. Alta blushed at her thoughts.
"I was going to ask you to dance, Mrs. Ames, but now I don't know if I should," Rudy said.
"I think you should," Alta said, getting to her feet.
They danced stiffly for several minutes. "You can hold me tighter than that, Rudy; I won't break," Alta finally said, snuggling against him. He was lean and hard.
"I... I noticed you the minute I came in, Mrs. Ames. I knew you had to be Mr. Ames' wife; his wife had to be beautiful."
"Why, thank you, Rudy, for both of us. Call me Alta; I'm not one of your teachers." She snuggled closer, pressing her tits against him. She felt a strange thrill. "Where's your girl?"
"Aw, she's dancing with one of the other jocks. She likes to dance with a lot of guys. I don't mind, really. Besides, she's pretty drunk."
Alta pressed her cheek into Rudy's neck, watching the girl of their conversation over his shoulder. Kitty was going round and round with a big youth, her mouth fastened tightly to the boy's. Alta's eyes went wide as the boy whirled her out away from his body. She wore a pleated skirt and it twirled. She wore no panties. The boy whirled her again and again, her skirt flaring high above her hips; her hairy mound, her bare ass displayed for all who cared to look. When the boy pulled her back, his hand went under her skirt, obviously feeling her bare cunt.
Alta gasped, dancing so as to keep Rudy's back to the scene. Poor boy, she thought. Alta wasn't sure why, but when the music stopped, she kissed Rudy on the lips. Rudy stiffened, yet he kissed back ardently.
Silently, they walked back to where Harry was sitting. Alta turned to the tall boy and whispered, "Dance with me again in a few minutes," then she sat down beside her husband.
Alta she glanced at Harry, caught his intense gaze, and followed it to the other end of the gym. Even in the dim light, she could see whom he was looking at. Elaine Keller had come in and was standing just inside the door. "What's she doing here?" Alta asked.
"How the hell would I know?"
"I see her husband isn't with her . . . again."
Harry grinned, his heart pounding with excitement. "Yeah. But you have to admit she's a fine looking woman."
"Oh, I suppose, if you like the splashy type," Alta scowled.
Before Harry could answer, Rudy walked up awkwardly. "Could I dance with Al . . . Mrs. Ames again?" he stammered.
"Of course," Alta said, almost jumping into his arms. She turned and looked at her husband. "You'd better go and see what the hussy wants. Maybe she has a flat tire," Alta said sarcastically.
Harry watched Alta and Rudy glide across the floor and decided he really did like that boy. He walked across the gym, his legs feeling rubbery.
Her hair was slightly tousled, her lipstick smeared, and she was just a wee bit tight.
"Rick got terribly drunk so I took him home. I knew you'd be here," she said, her hand reaching out to touch his. "Was that your wife you were with?"
"Yes," Harry answered. His palm was sweaty, clammy, when he took hers. "Maybe I can get her drunk."
"I'll be terribly disappointed if you can't."
She was standing very close, her lips inches from his. He knew he shouldn't, but he kissed her. She eagerly sucked his tongue deep into her mouth.
"She's dancing with Rudy Wilcox," Harry gasped.
"Get him to take her home."
"God, I wish I could."
"Maybe you can," Elaine said. "Look."
Harry turned and stared with disbelief. Rudy was kissing his wife. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and was hunching lewdly against him as they danced. Harry wasn't sure he could believe his eyes. "Let's go over and sit properly and see what happens," he said.
Alta had moved tightly into Rudy's arms. She pressed her face to his neck, her lips kissing lightly. "I need a drink, Rudy, this stuffy dance sobered me completely."
"I have a flask in my pocket, almost half full," Rudy said.
"Give it to me."
Alta took the flash from his hand and openly took a drink, then another. The two slugs settled hotly in her belly before she took a third, a long one. "Now hold me tight," she said, slipping the flash back into Rudy's pocket.
They danced close, Alta's mouth doing wet little things to Rudy's neck and ear. His cock swelled. Alta felt it, too, and she wrapped her arms around him when they kissed. She rubbed herself against the bulge in his pants.
"Where's your girlfriend?" she whispered.
"If you mean Kitty, she's not my girl any more. She went out to the car with Fred . . . and Kenny."
"You poor darling."
"Don't feel sorry for me, Mrs., uh, Alta."
"I don't, Rudy. Why should I feel sorry for you when you have something better-Me!" The liquor had done its job; Alta felt totally uninhibited. She kissed him. "Take me home, Rudy," she hissed.
Rudy was stunned. "What . . . what about your husband? He's watching us."
"He isn't even looking, and I want you, Rudy. My poor husband is dying to fuck that big blonde he's with, and if I go with you, he'll get his chance. She's here because of him, you know."
Alta felt free as a bird and as wanton as a whore. She knew she could fuck with this beautiful boy without any guilt, or remorse, or explanation. Her cunt felt hot and wet.
Rudy was totally flabbergasted; nothing like this had ever happened to him before. He didn't know what to do, so he meekly followed Mrs. Ames out of the gym.
When they stepped into the chill night air, Alta stopped and turned to Rudy. "Where's your car?"
Rudy pointed dumbly. "Over there."
They walked to the corner of the big brick building and stopped abruptly. A big station wagon was parked just around the corner close to the building, the inside lit up brightly. A tall, skinny boy stood just outside the car holding the door open. He was taking a piss, the yellow stream arching out in the flood of light and disappearing in the darkness beyond. "I get another turn," he was saying back into the wagon.
Inside, Kitty Halstead in the back. She was naked and on her hands and knees. A burly fellow was behind her. He wore only a shirt and was hunched over her back, his prick obviously jammed in her cunt. Another boy kneeled in front of her, his prick in her mouth.
"Oh! My God!" Alta gasped, grabbing hold of Rudy.
They stood and watched, Alta's eyes wide, Rudy's mouth hanging open. He was so shocked at the scene that he didn't realize Alta was at his fly until her hand was inside. He gasped with surprise and pleasure as her fingers curled around his hard cock. They watched until both boys had made it and the other climbed in the back for his second try. Alta's hand remained inside Rudy's pants.
In their excitement, they almost ran to the car. Rudy opened the door for her. "My dad's car," he said dumbly.
They kissed hungrily while Alta's hand pulled his throbbing shaft out of his pants. "Rudy, it's beautiful, and so long," she said. It was long and slim and stood straight out.
Alta pulled away and ducked her head to his lap. Fellatio really wasn't her bag, but, it looked so smooth and silky, so utterly lewd. Her mouth slid over the hard, sleek knob and she started sucking.
Rudy leaned back in ecstasy. Her mouth felt so hot and so wet. His cock went into her mouth deeper and deeper, until she had its entire length and gagged. She backed off and then took it in again, gagging each time it entered her throat, yet she still continued.
"Oh, God! Don't stop, it feels so good!" Rudy gurgled. "I'm going to come, Alta! I'm going to come! Keep sucking, take my load, eat it, suck it out!" He put his hand on the back of her head to hold her there.
Alta had no intention of stopping. She wanted his stuff in her mouth, wanted to taste it, to eat it, to suck him dry. When he started coming, she had only the head in her mouth, her hand rubbing rapidly on the long shaft. The first squirt was thick and slippery. She tasted the gooey wad, slid it around in her mouth with her tongue and swallowed. The second squirt wasn't as thick, but there was more of it, and it gave her a distinct burning sensation. There were two more spurts and the rest she had to suck out as it oozed slowly.
When she lifted her head, she had jism at the corner of her mouth and a little wad on her chin.
"Take me home, Rudy," she said.
Rudy drove slowly while she snuggled up to him and played with his limp cock. When he pulled up in front of her house and killed the engine, she said, "Come in with me. Our son is in bed asleep. I'll send the babysitter home and we'll see what can be done about this." She gave his cock a squeeze. "Better zip up, though, she's an old bat and she might be shocked. We prefer the Gillis girl, but she said she was going to the dance. Strange, I didn't see her there."
Rudy stiffened. She wasn't there because he hadn't taken her. Angie had been pretty mad when he told her he was taking Kitty, even if he did promise to break it off after the dance.
A smile crossed Rudy's face. Wednesday night had been all he could think of, at least until Alta Ames had stuck her claws in him. It had been so damn good. Angie's folks had gone to the movies and she took him to her bedroom and stripped naked. And Lord, how he'd fucked her. She just went wild, even made him stick his finger in her ass. Boy, she didn't act like any virgin he'd ever seen.
Alta broke into his pleasant memories by zipping up his pants. They went into the house and found a gray-haired lady asleep on the couch. "Some sitter," Alta said, and shook the old lady by the shoulder.
"Oh, just dozed for a minute. You back all ready?" the lady said, sitting up.
"It's after two, Thelma," Alta said.
Thelma got to her feet and stared at Rudy.
"Harry had to stay and lock up, so Rudy brought me on home."
"Hmmph!" Thelma said.
"This is Rudy Wilcox. The football hero."
"Hmmph!" Thelma said.
Alta let her eyes roll to the ceiling for an instant and pulled some money from her pocket and handed it to Thelma. "Thank you, Thelma. We'll call when we need you again."
"Hmmph!" Thelma rushed from the house.
"Frosty old crow," Alta said, "wonder what's eating her?"
Rudy broke out giggling. "More likely she didn't approve of the way your lipstick is smeared all over your face." Alta started to laugh. "I can imagine, it's smeared all over your face. God, I'm glad she couldn't see where most of it's smeared." Alta sat down and held out her arms. "Come here, lover."
"You're so beautiful, Alta. When I first saw you at the dance, well, I never dreamed ..."
"You're not dreaming now."
When little Hal came down the hall and looked sleepy-eyed into the front room, his mother's blouse lay open, her brassiere hanging on the edge of the coffee table. Her head was thrown back and a man was kissing her tits. She had the man's pants open and had his prick in her hand. It wasn't his daddy's prick, it wasn't the right color. It sure was hard, though.
"Oh, Rudy darling, that feels so good," Alta moaned.
Alta had nice full tits, not large, but firm swollen mounds, the areolas large and quite dark with nipples standing out like black cherries. Hal could see one, and it was shining wet with Rudy's spit, the other was hidden in a sucking mouth.
"Rudy, Rudy! Take off my pantyhose and feel me! I'm so hot!"
Rudy got to his feet, pulling his cock from her grasp. It sprang up like a length of rubber hose. She raised up while he lifted her skirt and pulled the nylon hose down her long, slim legs. He lifted the crotch to his nose, inhaled deeply, and let the garment fall to the floor.
"Kiss me, Rudy," she said, spreading her legs.
The boy went to his knees with a moan and eagerly put his face to her cunt. She groaned at the feel of his tongue, which was long, just like his cock. She felt it go up into her hole and swab at the wet, slick folds.
"Oh, God, that feels good! You're better than Harry!" she cried. "I don't want you to stop, but I don't want to come unless your cock is inside me, and ... oooooh, God! Honey! Let's go in the bedroom! I want you to fuck me!"
Hal knew what that meant. He darted down the hall. He waited until the pair had entered the bedroom and crept back. The door was ajar, so he moved up close and pushed it open a little. His mother looked so beautiful. The hair on her cunt was so black and so thick and curly.
"Do you like me, Rudy? Do you think I'm beautiful?"
"Jesus, Alta, I never saw anyone so beautiful in my life."
"Get undressed. I want you to fuck me."
When he was naked, she dropped to her knees, took his prick in her hands, and looked up at him. "For just a moment, darling. I want it all wet and slippery when you fuck me."
She closed her mouth over him, thrusting his cock in until her lips were pressed against his pubic hair, the head of his cock in her throat. She slowly drew off, wetting him liberally with her spit, and then got on the bed. She lay back, open and waiting.
Rudy was quickly on top of her, her hand guiding his slick cock into her cunt. She arched up, her legs going around his waist, and he lunged all the way in.
Hal stood in the door, his hand pulling rapidly on his hard little cock. He wished he was the one fucking his mother, trying to imagine what it felt like inside that wet, sloppy thing between her legs. And he wished he had tasted Angie's pussy the night she babysat him.
It must taste good the way his daddy and this man liked to do it. Maybe if he kissed her there, Angie would let him fuck her.
His little body started to quiver and he slumped slowly to the floor, his hand still jerking his cock. It felt so good to come, even if he didn't squirt anything. He finally stopped, his body tingling with the good feeling.
Alta was grunting, her body jerking forward to meet his every thrust. She had her ankles locked behind his back, her hands clutching at the bedspread. It felt so good the way his long shaft moved back and forth, rubbing at the sensitive mouth of her cunt, Dulling the hood hard over her clit.
"Rudy, go faster, fast and jerky .. . Yes, yes, darling! I'm going to come, you're bringing me off . . . faster, faster!"
Her ass came up off the bed; she wiggled wildly, the thrill of orgasm dancing in her loins. She came hard, bucking and jerking beneath him.
"Do it, Rudy! Come inside me! Fill my cunt with your sperm!"
Rudy let go. His load wasn't as big as his first one, yet it was enough to make her good and sticky. He grunted softly and slumped against her.
Alta decided to do something she had never done. "Roll over on your back," she said.
She moved down his hard belly and took his cock in her mouth. She tasted his sperm, which she liked, and she tasted her own cunt, which she also liked. She nursed on his prick until he was completely soft. Raising her head, she said, "Let's do it again, darling."
"I can't, not tonight. I'm all fucked out, Alta," he answered weakly.
She lay on the bed, her belly still warm and tingly, and watched him get dressed. When he left the room, Hal had already gone to his room.
Alta saw Rudy to the door and then went to the kitchen. She took down a bottle of whiskey, taking a slug directly from the bottle.
She weaved down the hall, falling once, and looked in on Hal. The hall light glared into his room.
The boy was sleeping soundly on his side. Alta staggered to the bed and sat down.
"Hal, are you asleep?" she whispered, her hand lightly sliding over his bottom. When he made no reply, she bent over and kissed his cheek. She didn't really mean to, but she rolled him onto his back, her hand moving between his legs; it was surely the liquor. She played gently with his cock until it started to harden. She moved onto the bed beside him and kissed his cheek again. "You darling little boy," she said softly.
She would never know just how it happened, but she was lying naked on her back, her legs spread wide, when she slowly hoisted her young son onto her belly. It was unforgivable, but his cock, though little, was very hard, and it went into her cunt so easily. She lifted her hips slowly, moving the little shaft back and forth against her agitated clit.
She was moaning softly, her eyes closed tight, when Hal awakened. He roused slowly, deliciously, yet knew immediately what was happening-his mother was fucking him; his cock was inside her burning pussy.
"Oh, mother, that feels good," he said, pushing urgently into her cunt.
Alta's eyes opened bleary and glazed. "Yes, darling, yes! Make mother feel good, too," she sighed, feeling his rod sliding wickedly across her clit. "Tell me when you start, honey, and we'll make it together."
She knew she could come the instant she knew he was popping.
"Oh, mother, I'm almost there; it's starting to feel so good!"
"Yes, yes, yes," Alta hissed, "fuck me, fuck your mother . . . harder, faster . . . Ooooh, my little darling, I'm coming!"
A thin, watery syrup leaked from Hal's prick when he went rigid, jerking convulsively. It was his first real come.
* * *
Harry sat with his hands on his knees. Elaine sat beside him, her arm tightly around his waist. "I want to kiss you so much," she whispered. "Let's get these brats out of here so we can be alone. There's only a dozen or so left."
"Okay, it's past closing time, anyway," Harry said, sitting up straight.
Elaine pressed her mouth wetly to his. "I just couldn't wait," she said. "Now get these snots out of here. I want you."
Harry got to his feet, his face flushed with excitement. "Okay, kids, that's it," he shouted. The few remaining couples pleaded for more time. "I'm sorry, but no. I'll probably catch hell for letting you stay this long, it's way past curfew."
As Harry ushered the last couple out of the door, Elaine moved beside him, her arm sliding around his waist. They were about to kiss when they heard a squeaky voice.
"Goodnight, Mr. Ames," Arnold Meeker said. "Oh, Mrs. Keller, I didn't know you were here."
Arnold Meeker was a short frail boy. His face was heavily pock-marked and he had an unusually large mouth filled with large teeth. Thick glasses completed the picture.
"Where the hell did you come from, Arnold?" Harry said.
"Over in the corner. I play the records."
"All evening? I didn't even know you were here."
"Yeah. I always play the records." He stuck his hands in his pockets. "G'night."
They watched him shuffle off. "Strange kid," Harry said.
"I have him in one of my classes. All he does is sit around and draw pictures. He's pretty good," Elaine said, turning her full body against Harry. "Are you any good?"
"Try me," Harry said, pulling her tight.
"I intend to."
Harry's mouth stopped her from saying more.
Arnold Meeker stood in the dark just outside the door. He wet his lips, imagining it was Elaine Keller's tongue on his mouth; he had fallen in love with her the minute he had walked into freshman English. He saw Harry's hands move slowly down her broad back to the hem of her skirt, saw the skirt rise to reveal the backs of her magnificent bare thighs.
Arnold loved bare-legged women; he loved women; he loved sex, it was all he thought about. Her skirt came higher, all the way to the waistband of her panties. They were very brief panties made of a flimsy and sheer material. Harry's hands dipped down into the nylon briefs. Arnold's hand went to his bulging fly.
Elaine's hands had unbuckled Harry's pants and she gripped his bare ass. "You're so hard," she whispered. She wanted this, though, wanted it very much. "Lie on the floor, on your back," she said, pushing his pants down over his hips.
"Are you kidding? That floor's cold and hard."
"I can't wait, Harry! I want it right now!"
He looked down at his pants around his knees and clumsily sat on the floor. "Jesus, that's cold," he muttered.
Elaine lifted her skirt and pushed her panties down her full thighs, then looked at his cock for the first time. "Goodness!" she exclaimed, "it's so big!"
She went to her knees. She hadn't seen an uncircumcised cock since her uncle's. Rolling the thick foreskin down, she gasped, "God, Harry! It's beautiful!"
The big head came out shining and wet looking. She rolled the skin back up, then and pushed it down again. I must suck it later, she thought. She straddled his thighs.
Harry lay back and closed his eyes. The hot mouth of her pussy closed over the head of his unsheathed cock. He felt the wetness of her cunt as his prick slid in, deeper and deeper, and then she was lying on top of him, humping furiously.
Elaine hadn't really thought much about the size of a man's prick before, never having fucked such a big one, but now with this huge thing all the way inside her . . . well, it filled her cunt so deliciously. She knew she would come easily, the hot thrills already gnawing at her sucking cunt.
Outside the door, Arnold had his prick in his hand. Arnold had a huge prick, easily as big as Harry's, and he was only sixteen. It filled his jerking hand. He almost came and he stopped, squeezing hard on the base. When he loosened his grip, white milk oozed out, but he had stopped in time.
Arnold knew when to stop because he had plenty of practice; he jacked off all the time, sometimes three or four times a day. He wanted to fuck a girl something fierce, but the girls avoided him, so he jerked off.
From where he was standing, he got an excellent view of Elaine's big bobbing ass and her open cunt with Harry's prick fucking in and out. He brought himself to the brink three more times before it was too much. He splashed his goo onto the half-open door. He stuffed his prick away while he was still dripping, enjoying the sticky mess it made inside his pants.
When he rounded the corner of the gym, the station wagon was still there, the dome light still on. Two big-shot jocks sat in the front seat smoking and drinking beer and watching the sight in the back.
The sight in the back was the tall, skinny kid fucking a chick. Jesus, the skinny asshole was fucking Kitty Halstead, and she was loving it, her legs out and up and her arms knotted around his cock. Arnold watched them fuck, saw them come, saw the jerk pull his crummy little pecker out and leak his filthy cum all over her belly.
Arnold had remained calm through all this, but when Kitty crawled out the back bare-ass naked and squatted down and started to piss, it was too much. He took out his cock and started pulling away.
When Harry and Elaine left the gym, there was only two cars left, his and hers. "Let's go for a drive or something," Elaine said, "I'm not ready to go home." She kissed him and giggled. "It's leaking out and running down my leg. You really filled me up." She got a Kleenex and wiped at the inside of her thigh.
Harry drove around for half an hour before pulling to the curb and shutting off the engine. Elaine glanced out the window, then slouched down.
"You know, it's not good to park so conspicuously in a small town," she said.
"Why not?" Harry asked, lifting her skirt. He bent down and pressed his face to her bare thighs.
Her legs moved apart. She gasped at the feel of his mouth so close to her cunt. "Well, maybe it's not so bad, after all."
She squirmed on the seat, her legs spreading no wider and wider. Harry kissed wetly at the insides of her thighs, his mouth creeping closer and closer to her pussy. She gasped when his tongue brushed against her puffy lips. He let his tongue slide the length of her long, wet slit.
Elaine leaned back against the door and put one leg over his shoulder. Her hands went to the back of his head to pull his face into her crotch. His tongue went into her hole, his lips rubbing against her clitty. Her clit on responded and swelled hard and proud.
She moaned softly. "I guess I'm supposed to say I want you to love me for my mind, not my body, but I won't. I want you to love my body; I just want you to love me, Harry. Love me, Harry, please ... Oh God, love me! I'm coming!"
When she finally relaxed, Harry got up. "Let's get in the back seat. The fucking steering wheel is breaking my back."
They got in the back.
"I want you on top this time," Elaine said.
Elaine was open and ready and took his entire cock-length again. She was still hot and knew she could fuck all night if Harry could keep it up.
It was four-thirty in the morning when Harry dropped her back at her own car.
"Goodnight, darling; I love you," she said. "Next time we do it in bed, like it's supposed to be."
She drove home slowly, her cunt filled to the brim with Harry's jazz. She liked the way it felt all squishy, her hair matted with wet, sticky goo, her thighs slick with the stuff as it seeped out. She rubbed her legs together and knew she could make herself come again if she tried.
When she got home, she went in the back door, only to be confronted by her father-in-law sitting in the kitchen swilling beer. She looked at the repulsive brute.
"Sneakin' in kinda late, ain't ya?" he said. "Want a beer?"
"Yes ... to both questions," she answered, then sat in a chair.
Leonard Keller got up and went to the frig. He wore only his shorts. They were baggy and his big beer belly hung out over the top. He needed a shave. He took out two beers and popped them open. Elaine guzzled.
"Thirsty, wasn't ya?" he said.
"What are you looking at?" Elaine said, his hungry stare giving her the creeps.
"At my daughter-in-law. Don't see much of ya when that damn school starts. What a smoke?"
Elaine took one of the cigarettes. "Go sit down, you make me nervous."
The old devil pulled his chair around the table and sat beside her. His hand went between his hairy legs and he scratched his balls through his dirty underwear. Elaine blew out a thin cloud of blue smoke with disgust and got to her feet. "I need another beer." she went to the refrigerator. Uncouth bastard, she thought, he's dirty and he stinks.
"Been out runnin' around?" he asked. She looked away. "I ast ya a question," he said.
"Yeah."
"Was you with a man?"
She looked at him coldly. "Yeah."
The old man grinned wickedly. "Did he get in your pants?"
"No." She drained her third can of beer, her head light like a balloon. "I'm not wearing any."
Keller twitched, then grinned again. "Get you another?"
"It'll just make me want to pee."
"Can I watch?" he said gleefully.
"You know what you are? You're a dirty old man." She already had to pee, and it made her feel hot and twitchy. "Get me another one."
He was back quickly with the beer.
Elaine saw his shorts were tented out in front. It made her a little sick. When he sat down and his shorts gaped open, she could see his prick, thick and swollen. The need for prick boiled up hotly in her belly. She crossed her legs, aware that her skirt was much too high, aware, too, that she hated herself.
"What did you and that guy do while you was parked?"
"I didn't say we parked."
"Yeah, but I know ya did, and you without any pants on."
Elaine looked brazenly at his crotch. His cock ad worked its way from his fly and was fully exposed. It was short, but very thick. "I had pants on at first. They're probably in his car," she said.
"You mean . . . you mean you let him ..." the old man gasped.
"Yes, yes, yes ... I mean I let him fuck me!" she shouted. "Now take your fucking shorts off and sit back down!"
Leonard Keller couldn't believe his ears, yet he leaped to his feet and pushed his shorts to the floor. When he sat back down, Elaine got to her feet and lifted her skirt above her hips. "Are you hard enough?" "Jesus God! Jesus God!" the old man cried. She straddled his lap and sat down. Her hand found his cock under the thick roll of flab and pushed it into her cunt.
"Good, good, so fuckin' good!" she shouted, hunching roughly to get more prick. Her head was spinning wildly, her cunt burning with fuck lust. His short prick was doing the job and she loved it, loved the way the fat thing spread her pussy open.
Leonard Keller was in heaven; he could die now with no regrets. He was fucking his son's wife, the most fantastic woman he had ever seen, and he was fucking her. He was panting, his breath coming in short, gasping wheezes. He hunched up against her.
Elaine rode him like a nymph gone berserk, her ankles hitched to the chair legs for leverage, her arms tightly around the old bastard's neck. She came quickly, too quickly, and too hard. It hurt, hurt so good all the way up her belly.
She got off his lap and fell between his legs to suck his cock.
Keller sat in ecstasy watching her suck his cock. The beautiful Elaine sucking his filthy old cock. She had the whole thing in her mouth, her hand cupping his balls.
When he started coming, it was like when he was a kid, well before anything came out, with the feeling so strong that it felt like it had paralyzed him. His come was spurting into her mouth, filling it, and she was swallowing, drinking the milky spew of old Leonard Keller.
She sucked until he was dry, sucked until he thought she would pull his guts right out through his pecker. When she knew there was nothing more to drink, she got to her feet and wiped at her lips with her hand.
"I hope you enjoyed it, old man, because it will never happen again."
Elaine stood before him and removed her blouse and then her skirt. Her heavy tits swayed before his eyes, the nipples hard and red. "Take a good long look, Leonard," she said. She turned slowly, giving him ample time for inspection, and then left the room.
CHAPTER NINE
Autumn Saturdays in Bear Claw were traditionally lazy days, but not always healthy days.
Alta Ames awakened with a terrible hangover. Glancing at her sleeping son, she remembered with sickening horror what she had done. She stumbled blindly for the bathroom.
In the next room, Harry still snored softly.
Elaine Keller was in no better condition, her slumber was interrupted by her husband's hand creeping under her nightgown. He was still sleeping soundly, yet his fingers were spreading the lips of her cunt.
God, I just can't take anymore from this family, she thought, remembering her fat, sleazy father-in-law. Her mouth tasted bitter, and she loathed herself for what she had done, yet her thighs started to tingle and she opened up for the probing finger.
Rudy Wilcox was an exception; he felt great. He was glad he hadn't broken up with Kitty yesterday afternoon like he'd planned, and then taken Angie to the dance, because . . . memories of Alta Ames danced in his head-her magnificent mature body, her unbridled desire for his cock. God, it had been a splendid evening.
He bounded up the steps and pressed the doorbell. He would break up with Kitty, for keeps this time, and then meet Angie as planned. Angie would make a great girl friend. She was crazy about him, and if last Wednesday was any preview, she would take care of his needs far better than Kitty ever had. And beyond that, he was supposed to call Alta this afternoon, she'd asked him to.
Mrs. Halstead answered the door. "Yes?" she said coldly.
Rudy was nervous. He'd never been face to face with Kitty's mother before, and he knew she didn't like him.
"Is Kitty home?" he asked.
"Oh, you're the Wilcox boy; I didn't recognize you at first. Come in," she said, pushing open the screen.
Rudy was awed, first by Mrs. Halstead and then by their home. It was plush, and Kitty's mother was an extremely handsome woman. Oscar Halstead was president of the local bank, second in wealth only to George McBride.
"Since you're here, you can help me get my husband up to his bedroom. He celebrated a little too much last night." She looked up at the boy. "My, but you're tall. Well, don't just stand there, come and give me a hand."
He followed her into the living room, and saw Mr. Halstead face down on the couch. He was wearing a tuxedo. Rudy glanced at Mrs. Halstead; she wore a long dressing gown, a slinky black-lace thing.
She suspected what he was thinking and shrugged. "He passed out there when he got home and I certainly couldn't lug him up the stairs. Well, pick him up."
Rudy hoisted him up and draped him over his shoulder, his knees buckling. He hoped he wouldn't fall and splatter the guy all over the place.
Mrs. Halstead stopped at the foot of the stairs, waiting for him to catch up. "Come along, young man," she said curtly.
She was several steps ahead of him, and when he looked up to see where he was going he got a very nice view. Her gown was rather sheer and he could plainly see her panties. They were brief and hugged between the cheeks of her ass, a generous, round ass. She went on into the bedroom.
He finally reached the bed and flopped the drunk heavily on his back. Mr. Halstead was really out. Rudy stood puffing.
"You're very strong," Mrs. Halstead said, feeling his bicep. Rudy trembled at her touch and stared down at her husband. "Get along out of here and go downstairs. I want to have a talk with you."
Rudy returned to the living room and sat heavily in a chair. A few minutes later, Mrs. Halstead descended the stairs, a stern look on her face. She was still a very good-looking woman, though a trifle stout, but she was close to forty. She had all the advantages of money and looked it, including the haughty manner of the rich. She sat down on the divan and took a cigarette from a little gold box on the coffee table. She held it in her hand for a moment before impatiently saying, "You may give me a light, young man."
Rudy jumped to his feet. He saw a gold lighter on the coffee table, picked it up and flicked it.
"Thank you," she said curtly. "So you're the young stud all the colleges are crazy after?"
"Not really," Rudy said modestly.
"Are you going to the state university? They're certainly crazy enough about football up there. Well, I must say you're certainly big enough." She inhaled deeply and blew smoke at him. "As long as you're still on your feet, be a good boy and make me a drink. Scotch, ice no water."
He went to an elaborate bar. He filled a glass and returned to the couch.
"Sit down; I'm not going to get a stiff neck looking up at you," she said. He sat down beside her. "Kitty is upstairs in bed. She's sick. I want you to understand that I do not appreciate the condition she was in when you brought her home. Neither does her father."
Rudy wanted to laugh. They obviously were in no condition themselves when his buddies brought their drunken slut of a daughter home, if they were home. He had wondered about the way Mrs. Halstead swayed when she walked; she was drunk. She held it well. He thought of telling her he didn't bring their daughter home, instead, he concocted a wild tale about her getting some bad chicken salad at the game.
"Do you expect me to believe that?" she said sternly. "You have a certain male animal look about you that makes me feel uneasy." She had relaxed considerably and her gown fell open across her legs, revealing a generous portion of bare thigh.
"It's true, Ma'm," Rudy stammered.
Mrs. Halstead moved closer to Rudy. "My little Kitty is a sweet, innocent girl, and I don't want boys getting her drunk and taking advantage of her. You wouldn't do a thing like that, would you?"
She was sitting very close now, and Rudy could see that she wore no bra, the large, dark areolas plainly visible. Before he could answer, she had an arm around his neck and her lips mashed against his. While her tongue flicked wetly into his mouth, her free hand dropped onto his thigh. Then she abruptly pulled away.
"You awful boy, you shouldn't have done that!" she screamed, her hand tightly gripping his thigh. "Now that I know you can't be trusted, I will have to tell Kitty's father. He'll come down here and thrash you."
"But I . . . I," Rudy protested.
She removed her hand from his thigh and parted her gown to her navel. "Do you think I have nice legs, Rudy?"
"God, yes!" Rudy answered.
"Are they as nice as Kitty's?" she asked, taking his hand and sliding it up her thigh. "Do they feel as nice as Kitty's?"
He didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure what she was up to and he didn't want to say the wrong thing, didn't want to get trapped. Yet, he knew he was already trapped. His cock was rock-hard inside his pants.
She pushed his hand up to her crotch, her legs gliding open, then she threw her arms around his neck. "You terrible boy! You nasty, dirty boy! Stop this at once or I'll . . . I'll scream!" she cried, her mouth closing over his. While her tongue played wetly inside his mouth, i his fingers instinctively crawled under the wet band of her panties. She groaned with pleasure and wiggled against his searching fingers.
It was obvious that she wanted it worse then he, so he slowly pushed her back on the couch. She went over easily, her mouth still clinging to his, and threw a leg over his back. She was breathing hard and pushing up against him.
"Don't get up! Just open your pants and put it in!" she hissed.
Rudy struggled with his zipper, finally got it open, then thrust his cock out. She reached between their bodies and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side. Rudy guided his prick and it slid easily into her hot, sloppy hole.
"Oh, my God! That feels so good!" she cried. She still held her crotchband to the side as his cock slid deeper. "I like it better with panties on," she hissed.
Rudy thrust in until his cock was buried to the hilt. She kept her hand there while he fucked, playing with herself and feeling his cock as he slid in and out. It felt good.
"Oh, Jesus! You bad, bad boy! You shouldn't be doing this," she gasped, lurching against his every stroke. "Oh, fuck! It's good! I'm a respectable married woman . . . you're a shameless beast, a juvenile delinquent! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She was sobbing hysterically, hunching wildly.
She was the most frantic fuck Rudy had ever had. One leg was around his back, the other jutting out in the air, and she bucked and twisted like a wild mare at a rodeo.
"Oh, God! God! I'm going to come!" .she screamed, jamming her nails into his back. "Hard, hard, fuck me hard!"
He felt his own spend coming and he fucked with animal ferocity. She convulsed when he poured wetly inside her and then fell limp. Rudy continued fucking until he felt the last of his liquid squeeze into her pussy, then he fell heavily against her limp body.
When Rudy finally sat up, Mrs. Halstead moved to the end of the couch and pulled her feet up, opening her cunt. "Light me a cigarette."
Rudy handed a lit cigarette to her.
She smoked casually, nonchalantly. "You're a terribly wicked boy," she said, looking at him through half closed eyes. She undid the tie on her gown and slipped it off her shoulders, her big soft tits bouncing with the movement of her arms. "If you weren't so big, I'd turn you over my knee and give you a sound spanking."
Rudy stared at her tits. He was convinced that she was nuts, completely nuts.
"But on the other hand," she said, "I was rather naughty myself. I think you should turn me over your knee and spank me, instead." She got to her knees on the couch and pushed her soiled panties down. "Spank me, Rudy!"
"You're kidding," Rudy said.
"I'm not kidding. I order you to spank me!" She threw herself over his lap, her ass bare and ready.
"Ma'm, I can't spank a grown woman!"
"Yes, you can! Do it! Spank me! If you don't, I'll scream!"
Rudy didn't care if she did scream. Her old man couldn't be roused with a stick of dynamite. She pushed her ass up at him. He didn't want to, but shit, what the hell; he raised his hand and gave her aloud slap across the ass. She squealed and raised up to meet the next one.
"Harder, harder!" she cried.
Her kinky behavior was beginning to annoy him, so he hit her harder. The marks from his hand welled up on her butt and she started screaming and crying, the tears streaming down her cheeks. That scared him and he stopped.
"Don't stop . . . more, more . . . harder, harder!" she wailed through her tears.
He shrugged his shoulders and poured it on. Her ass turned red as a beet and she squirmed wildly, crying like a baby. Her hand was pressed tightly between her legs. He finally stopped, afraid that he I would really hurt her.
She twisted around and looked up at him through tear-filled eyes, her mascara smeared all down her cheeks. "Now fuck me again," she hissed.
"Have a heart, lady, I can't."
"What do you mean, you can't?"
"I couldn't get another hard-on if my life depended on it."
"A young stud like you can't get more than one hard-on? I can't believe it. You must have fucked my daughter several times last night to get in that condition."
Rudy was tired of his hypocritical pervert's constant accusations. "Hell yes, I fucked your daughter! And she sucked my cock, too!"
With a gasp, she rolled over and spread open, raising one leg to the back of the couch. "Play with me. Make me come again. Use your tongue, your hand, anything."
Of all the hot-assed perverts, Rudy thought, roughly shoving his hand between her legs and masturbating her.
"Rudy, be rough! Pinch it! Pull the hair!" She pushed her cunt against him. "Tell me about you and Kitty. Play with me rough and give me all the juicy details . . . oh, honey, yes, yes, yes!"
Rudy dug his hand roughly into her cunt. "She loves cock, just like her mother, but her snatch is little and tight, not big and loose. She sucks cock and likes it, and she fucks like a mink. And not just with me, but with every guy she goes with. Your darling little Kitty is a whore."
"Oh, God, I suspected," she sighed, hunching against his hand. "Tell me more."
He told her all about it in the most descriptive terms he could imagine, told her every little detail, including some that he made up.
She started groaning and squirming, her sopping cunt contracting against his fingers; he had three of them inside her as far as they would go. She finally gasped and lay unmoving until she felt his cock twitching against her leg. She sat up and put her fingers around it.
"I thought you said you couldn't get it up again," she said, lowering her face to his lap. "You say Kitty has sucked you?"
"All the time," Rudy answered.
Mrs. Halstead nipped at the tip of his prick, her tongue spreading his pee hole. "Oscar spanks me while I do this for him," she said, her mouth dosing down over his cock.
Rudy put his hands against the back of her head and pushed her down on his meat. She was a very good cocksucker, very good. He knew her mouth would have his load very quickly.
She sucked ravenously as he spurted his thick load, and she swallowed the nectar as fast as it came.
Rudy got slowly to his feet and zipped up his pants. He'd made it twice. He looked at the naked woman lying on the couch and admitted that she was one hell of a hot piece. She had a look of real contentment on her face.
"Tell me before you go, am I as good as Kitty?"
Rudy grinned down at her. "I'd say better, Mrs. H., better, but then you probably have more experience than your daughter."
As he pushed open the screen door to leave, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Mrs. Halstead had slipped back into her gown and gave him an icy look. "You'd better not try to see Kitty any more. You're not a nice boy."
Rudy slammed the screen door in her face and stepped into the cool air; it felt refreshing. He put his fingers to his nose and sniffed the pungent odor of her hot cunt. "See you around, Mrs. H."
* * *
Angie Gillis sat impatiently in a booth at the drug store; she was fuming. Glancing at her watch, she saw that Rudy was two hours late already. Angie was already angry because Rudy took Kitty to the dance after he had promised to break up with her. He's probably up at her house fucking right now. Well, that was the last straw.
As she stamped angrily from the store, she almost ran over Hal Ames. "Sorry, Hal," she said, "I'm in a hurry."
"Where you going?" Little Hal said.
"Home," Angie snapped.
"Can I walk with you?"
"Oh, I suppose, but you'll have to walk fast."
They walked for a block before Hal finally said, "I really liked what you did to me when you sat with me."
Angie looked at the little brat. "Yeah, so did I," she said.
"I wish we could do it again. I'd keep my part of the bargain if we could."
Angie remembered that he wouldn't kiss her pussy after she sucked his cock. He was just a snotty little kid, but his prick was cute, and it sure got hard. An idea crept into her head. Piss on old Rudy.
"Maybe we could do more than that, even; if we could find a safe place," she said.
Hal's eyes lit up. "There's an old barn a couple of blocks down that nobody ever goes into. I know a secret room."
"Okay," Angie said.
They got to the barn and Hal led her inside. The secret room turned out to be a tack room behind one of the stalls. Two high windows furnished ample light.
The little boy debated about telling Angie that he had fucked his mother, but decided not to, at least not yet.
"Do you want a cigarette first?" she asked.
"Sure," Hal said manfully.
They sat on a box and smoked, Hal coughing a lot and Angie drawing the smoke deeply in. She reached over and grabbed his crotch. "You're already hard," she said. "Take your pants down, I want to kiss it."
Hal gladly unbuckled his pants and pushed them down with his shorts. His cock was bone hard and stuck straight out.
"Beautiful," Angie cried. She kissed the tip. "Don't come now," she added, taking his whole cock in her mouth. She sucked until she felt him start to quiver. "Would you like to fuck me, Hal?"
"Yeah, I sure would!" the boy cried.
Angie got to her feet and undid her jeans. Then she was naked. "I hardly ever wear underpants," she said casually. "I'll get on my hands and knees and you fuck me from behind. You should be just about the right height."
He hobbled up behind her. Angie reached back and took his prick in her hand. She had intended to push it right into her cunt when it pressed against her asshole. A shiver ran down her spine.
"Just a minute, I better wet it down first," she said, spitting on her fingers.
She smeared the spit on her anus and took his cock again. The sphincter opened, and with aid of her spit, his cock slid into her ass.
Oh, Jesus Christ! she thought, so much better than a finger, so alive, so throbbing. Cocks are made for assholes.
"Push, Hal! Get it all the way in!" she squealed.
"It's tight, Angie! Lots tighter than Mom's."
Angie looked back at him. "When did you fuck your mother?"
"Last night. She was really drunk, Angie. I'm not sure she even knew what she was doing. At least she didn't say anything this morning."
"Was it good?"
"Oh boy, was it! I really like fucking." He jabbed his little cock into her ass. "Geez, it feels good, Angie! You're so tight."
"Do it faster, Hal! Come in my . . . inside me!"
"What in the hell is going on in there?" a voice roared from the door.
Hal jerked wildly from her ass and Angie fell to her face in the dirt. She looked up into the face of old man Rasmussen. He glared down at her, his knuckles white as they gripped the leash on his Dalmatian. Hal stood trembling.
"Do you little perverts think you can get away with using my barn for a whorehouse!" he screamed. He looked at Hal. "Pull up your pants and get out of here! And don't think I don't know who you are. Your mother and father will hear about this!"
Hal grabbed at his pants, stumbling for the door, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Angie started to get up, but the old man's foot came down on the small of her back, pushing her back into the dirt.
"You ain't goin' nowhere, girlie!"
"I been watchin' you brats for quite a while," he said, his hand going to his zipper. "Get back up on your knees, girlie."
Angie was too frightened not to obey and she was crying. The old man came over to her, his shriveled old cock hanging from his pants. He jerked on the leash.
"So you like it in the ass, eh? Well, so does Prince."
Angie looked back as the old man bent over the dog. With horror, she watched him reach under the dog's haunches and urge his cock from its hairy home. It came out red and wet, the end dripping almost at once. Her fear was replaced with fascination; it was so long and so pointed.
When the dog's cock was completely out, thick lump and all, the old man lifted him up by his forepaws and draped him over Angie's back. "Do you wanta fuck this young girlie, Prince? Well, you sure gonna get your chance," he said. He fumbled under the dog's belly again, pressing the slimy cock to her ass-cheeks.
Angie felt sickened, yet excited, and she thrust her ass out to meet the dog's jabbing cock. The old man obviously had experience in such acts, for he found her asshole quickly and pushed the dog's dripping cock inside the puckered hole. It was bigger than Hal's little pecker and Angie cried out as it spread her open.
It was longer, too, as it went in rapidly, the dog jerking in a mad urge to fuck, to empty his load into his hot, tight hole.
Angie grunted in pain as the dog's messy gristle slammed in. She felt shame at what was happening, guilt for allowing a dog to fuck her ass, but she was an extremely smart young lady, and as the pain turned to pleasure, she realized that she wasn't responsible, it wasn't her fault, and if it felt good, well ... And it did feel good, even better than when Rudy fucked her in the cunt, or Harry, too. The seat of her sexual pleasure was in her asshole, and she realized it, even at sixteen.
The old man's prick stood hard in his hand. He peeled back the skin and started jacking-off. He wanted to fuck her, too, but it was so exciting to see this pretty little girlie responding to his dog that he knew he would squirt his thin, watery spew long before he got the chance.
And then he was coming already, too soon, too soon! The stuff squirted from his cock onto Angie's back. It puddled on her blouse and then spread to a big wet spot. He kept squirting, shot after shot onto her back. Somehow, Angie knew he was coming on her back and she wiggled her butt against the dog. Prince was all the way in, held fast by his thick hot, and fucking like some mad thing. Her first orgasm came in a hard jolt, charging up her spine in a tingling wave, but she knew that there was more to come. She could keep coming a long as the pooch was buried in her ass.
Prince continued to fuck, and Angie continued to come, until the dog whined and poured his filth into her ass. Angie fell to the ground again when the dog pulled free.
She lay panting while the dog retreated to lick at his seeping pecker. The old man, his composure back, zipped up and kicked at her.
"You'd better not do that again, old man!" Angie spat.
"And why not, you little slut? Your mother and father are going to hear about what you do with little boys."
Angie sat up, her loins still burning with pleasure. "Fat chance, you dirty old bastard! When I tell my father what you forced me to let your dog do . . . well, the sheriff won't get a chance to arrest you because you'll be dead. My dad will cut your balls off!"
"You can't prove a thing!" Rassmussen croaked his face going ashen.
"Ha!" Angie snorted. "It'll take a doctor a few minutes to determine that my ass is filled with dog sperm, and nobody but nobody will believe that I allowed it willingly."
The old man fell back against the wall and slid to the floor. "Oh my God! Oh my God," he muttered. He clutched at his chest.
Angie got to her feet and pulled her jeans snugly over her ass. She went to the door and jerked the bolt open, then turned back to the old man.
"If you're still sitting there pretending you've had a heart attack when my father gets here, he'll cut your ugly old prick off and jam it down your throat."
She turned and flounced out.
Walking home, she decided she wouldn't want a steady diet of that old Dalmatian, but it sure was good. Asshole-fucking was the greatest, even if it did hurt a little when she walked.
After she got home, she called Hal and told him not to worry, the old man didn't know who he was and even if he did, he would never say a word.
Rudy arrived shortly after she got home.
"Where have you been?" Angie demanded.
"I was at Kitty's," he said weakly.
"Well, did you tell her?"
"She wasn't home," he lied.
"Well, where the hell have you been then?"
"I. . . uh, waited for her to come. She never showed."
Angie eyed him suspiciously. "Okay, I'll buy it, but Kitty's out and I'm your girl now. And don't you forget it!" She slid her arm around his waist and tilted her face up for a kiss. "My folks are gone downtown. Let's go out to the kitchen and have a beer and see if anything comes up."
CHAPTER TEN
Elaine Keller came into the house through the kitchen door; it was like stepping from day into night. The place was dim and dingy, and quiet like a tomb. The place made her flesh crawl. She went down the hall to her room; the door stood open.
Rick lay on the bed in his shorts looking at a sex magazine. He had himself propped up with pillows, a can of beer on the table by the bed, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He looked up and grinned when she came in.
"You'll ruin your eyes in this dim light." Elaine said.
"Always the little schoolteacher, ain't ya?"
"Christ!" Elaine sneered. "Five o'clock in the afternoon and you're in bed."
"That's better than the back seat of a car."
"What do you mean by that crack?"
Rick sniggered. "Was it good?"
"What the hell do you mean?" Elaine demanded.
"You know what I mean. You and your new boy friend been humping after school every night this week."
Elaine's face reddened. "Haven't you anything better to look at than that fuck book?"
"Fuck books is the best kind, an you're changin' the subject, sweetie. Ya goin' ta see him at the game tonight?"
Elaine gritted her teeth. "Shit, if you'd get off your ass and get a job, we could get out of this creepy dump." She took her sweater and jerked it up, her bountiful tits bouncing free, then pulled it on over her head.
"Geez, ain't wearin' no brassiere to school no more."
"No. And I didn't wear any pants, either. See!" She lifted her skirt by the hem and thrust her naked crotch at him. Her mound arched out.
"Come over here, baby," he said, tossing the magazine aside.
"Fuck you."
"Yeah, that's what I had in mind."
She stepped to the bed and picked up the magazine. "This is nothing but filth!" she snorted, staring at a picture of a Great Dane humping at a petite blonde girl.
Rick grabbed the waistband of her skirt, pulling her backwards. She sat abruptly on the bed, Rick's hand going between her thighs.
"Leave me alone, you bastard!"
"Sure baby, when I get done with you." His hand pushed between her legs until he was at her pussy. He took her hand and put it on his prick. "Look at the next page in that mag, sweets. It shows that ole dog's pecker hangin' all the way out. Jesus, it must be a foot an a half long."
"You bastard, you filthy-minded bastard!" Her hand was moving up and down the length of his cock, he had one finger all the way in her cunt.
"How's that for a pecker, baby? Bet it's way bigger than ole Ames' cock."
Elaine giggled, her eyes following her hand bobbing up and down his shaft. "No, Harry's is much bigger."
Rick stiffened and went red. "Mr. Ames... Harry Ames," he said in a falsetto voice, then growled, "Fucking schoolteacher! I'll knock his cock stiff."
She marveled at the pink, turgid flesh in her fist. She wanted to suck it. "You're a tough kid, Rick, but I don't think you're man enough to do that."
Rick roared with rage. He jerked her onto the bed and was on top of her, his cock sinking roughly into her cunt with one wild lunge.
"Oh God, fuck me, Rick! Fuck me!" she screamed.
He jerked all the way out, then jammed back, missing her hole. The second shot went in. He went again to the bottom, and again pulled completely out. It took him three times to find her pussy.
Rick was out again, and he grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her ass. He pressed his prick in slowly this time, her juicing cunt sucking him up inch by inch. When he was buried to the hilt, he fell against her, his arms going around her neck, his lips slamming against hers. "Baby, baby! You're the best fuck in the whole damn world!" he babbled, his ass bobbing. Elaine brought her legs up around his back, the feel of his hardness sending thrills up her spine, "Yes, yes," she hissed, "and I love it; I love to fuck!"
They came together, the ultimate of bliss, with Rick spilling his load deep inside her. She was so high on her own orgasm that she didn't even feel his jazz backing up and running from her cunt-lips around his thrusting cock.
Rick pulled out. "Okay, baby, you love cock so much you can suck it off now. I want it nice and clean."
Elaine looked at his messy prick as it slowly shriveled. "No, Rick. It's all covered with . . . with gunk! I don't want to!"
"You don't want to," he sneered. "Well, that's tough shit, baby, because I want you to, anyway!"
He got to his feet and grabbed her by the hair. Elaine screamed as he pulled her off the bed. With her hair clenched in his fist, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her face into his crotch.
"Suck it, baby!"
Elaine gagged, yet opened her mouth and sucked the slimy thing in. She was on her hands and knees when Ronald Keller came in. Rick grinned at his brother and pointed to her waving ass.
Ronald looked at his brother's face to make sure he understood, grinned widely, then undid his belt buckle. His cock was hard before his pants hit the floor. He lifted her skirt up. With one hand, he groped between her legs, with the other holding his cock, he lunged.
Elaine screamed when she felt his cock spread her lips and jam inside her cunt. She struggled, but the two men held her fast. Rick's cock was bone-hard again, Ronald's was even harder, and all the way inside her pussy.
"No, Rick, no . . . please!" she cried. It came out garbled with Rick's thick prick in her mouth.
She felt cheapened, badly used, to think that her own husband would help hold her while another man, even if it was his own brother, raped her from behind. In spite of this, she relaxed her throat and let Rick's cock move all the way into her throat. He was fucking her mouth, thrusting in and out. Every time he pushed all the way in, she gagged, almost vomited.
Ronald's cock was bigger than Rick's, and it seemed to probe areas that Rick had missed. She could feel the come from Rick's earlier spend running down the inside of her thighs, and it gave her a good sensation, a sensation that was growing in direct relation to Ronny's thrusting prick. She started wiggling her butt and brought her hand up to hold Rick's balls, which were drawn tight by his erection.
The feeling grew so good she thought she might faint, and when her orgasm started, it hurt in her belly. She knew Ronald was coming, too, the way he was grunting and thrusting. And then Rick started. He was jerking so wildly that he came and a gob of white glue hit her nose, but only one, because she had his cock pushed back in her mouth when the next charge came. She drank her husband's spend while her brother-in-law pulled out.
When both men had pulled away, she fell to the floor sobbing, bitterly confused . . . why had she enjoyed it so much, enjoyed it so terribly fucking much?
She finally sat up and looked at the two men sitting on the bed, their limp little pricks hanging innocently.
"I better go take a bath," she said. When neither answered, she got up and went down the hall to the bathroom. After her bath, she came back down the hall, still naked, deciding to give up all pretense of modesty. What was the use, they were all going to fuck her, anyway. Ronald was gone and Rick lay on the bed, still undressed.
Elaine got a pair of panties from the dresser and sat on the edge of the bed. "You'd better get dressed."
"Let's go out and eat tonight," Rick said. "Okay. Where do you want to go?" "I don't care. Some place nice. You got any money?" "Yeah."
"Good, we'll get a bottle for the game, too." He was absently fondling his prick.
Elaine turned on the bed and pushed his hand away. She cupped his big balls, the bag loose now, and bent down and kissed them. She kissed his balls softly, then moved up his cock to the head. She knew the old man was standing in the hall watching, and she opened her legs wide so he could see as she drew Rick's cock into her mouth.
* * *
Elaine stopped and grabbed Rick by the arm. They were directly behind the bleachers. "Wait a minute while I finish my cigarette. The school board frowns on teachers smoking in public."
"Fuck the school board, come on or all the good seats will be taken. I want a good view of that wild Spic running up and down the field. Damn, he can play football."
"You go on and get a couple seats. I'll find you."
Rick cursed, gave her a scowl, and went on. Elaine stood smoking, looking nervously in all directions. She saw Harry and her heart rose, then fell when she saw Alta. They walked over to where she was standing.
"Hi, Elaine, I'd like you to meet Alta," Harry said.
"A pleasure," Elaine said, holding out her hand.
"Hello," Alta said frostily, ignoring the hand. "Strange, your standing down here alone."
"I wanted to finish smoking, the school board, you know. Rick went ahead to get seats."
"We'd better go, too, or we won't get any," Alta said to Harry.
When Alta turned to go, Elaine whispered quickly, "Will I see you?"
"After the game."
Elaine smiled. "I love you, darling."
Harry grinned. He blew her a kiss, then hurried after his retreating wife.
Elaine leaned against the bleachers and lit another cigarette.
Two men walked by. One was short and stocky and completely bald, the other tall and slim, a full head of bushy hair with a moustache to match. The bald guy stopped and said hi.
"Hello," Elaine replied.
"Should be a good game. My name's Henry."
Elaine looked at the man. "I was just finishing my cigarette, Henry, my husband is waiting for me in the stands."
The tall man took Henry's arm. "Come on, Hank," he said.
Henry pulled free. "Wait a minute; I want a drink first." He took a pint bottle from his coat pocket. "Like a nip, Ma'm? Warm ya up."
Elaine looked at the bottle, then at Henry. "I'm not cold, but yes, I think I need it." She took the bottle and pressed it to her lips. She grimaced. "Yes, it does warm ya up."
Henry grinned and took a pull. He handed the bottle to his companion. "Rory here gives up too easy. That's why he never makes out."
"And you think you're making out?" Elaine said, unable to hide her smile.
"Naw, just havin' a drink with a lady." He took the bottle from Rory and handed it to Elaine.
"Nother?"
She took another drink, a long drink. "Jesus, Henry, that does warm a lady up, but I have to go now. My hubby will wonder what happened to me.
* * *
It was the middle of the fourth quarter when Alta decided she could take no more. "I'm frozen, Harry. Why do they have these games at night?"
"Just one more night game, hon, and the rest will be in the afternoon, but it's not cold tonight."
I'm going home. I've had it. Football bores me, anyway."
"I want to see the rest of the game, hon," Harry id.
"Stay and see the rest of the game for all I care, just give me the keys to the car. You can walk home."
Harry happily fished for the keys. He had racked his brain on how to get away from Alta, and she had just solved his problem. "You sure you don't mind?" he said, dropping the keys in her hand.
Ten minutes later, Alta started the car heater I immediately. Bear Claw was a small town, still there were eight bars, and Alta decided to stop at one for a drink, just one to warm up on. Rick, meanwhile, had excused himself to go to the can and ran into Kitty Halstead.
Elaine, sitting alone, finished her coffee and crumpled the cup. It had been liberally laced and she felt pretty good, her coat open, oblivious to the chill. She was watching Rick at the end of the bleachers talking to Kitty when Henry sat down beside her.
"Noticed you was alone and thought you might like another snort," he said, his arm sliding around her waist.
"I'm just waiting for my husband. He'll be right back."
"He's been gone a long time already," Henry said.
"I can't drink here," Elaine said, "I'm a schoolteacher. Have to set an example, you know."
"I thought maybe we could go down behind the bleachers."
Elaine looked down where Rick had been standing; he was nowhere in sight. She looked around and couldn't locate Harry either. She felt Henry's hand on her hip.
"All right. You go on down. I'll wait a minute then follow. But just one drink ... to warm the lady up."
She watched Henry leave, saw his sidekick join him at the bottom of the bleachers. She waited five minutes, then left her seat. When she got behind the bleachers, she saw no one.
"Over here," Henry called. He stepped from behind a parked car and waved.
The bottle was open and waiting when she stepped behind the car. She took a healthy pull, a flush rising quickly to her cheeks. It tasted good and it burned all the way down. She felt like she was on fire, all hot and excited.
"You sure are a purty filly," Henry said.
She let him kiss her. "Sure warms a lady up," she mumbled into his open mouth, her arms going around his neck. She readily accepted his tongue, sucking hungrily. "Your hands are cold," she said, when she felt them under her sweater.
"Warm them up," Henry said, cupping a heavy, naked tit in each. He felt her nipples respond to his cold palms.
She put the bottle to her lips while Henry explored her titties. She tilted her head back, letting its contents run down her throat, and then he dropped the empty bottle into the dirt. Her nipples, as hard as marbles, tingled, the tingle moving down her belly to pulse at her thick pussy-lips.
She felt Rory come up behind her. He put his hands on her hips and pressed his groin against her ass. She turned her head, and Rory kissed her wet mouth. She felt his hands slide around her hips and move down inside her slacks.
"Oh, God!" she moaned when his fingertips touched her pussy-lips. "Oh, God!" "I told ya she was hot to trot, Rory," Henry Ole Hank can tell." He kissed her again, rubbing her nipples between forefingers and thumbs. "Let's get in the car, baby, and have a little fun."
"I shouldn't, I shouldn't!" she moaned.
She pressed back against Rory, who had two fingers in her cunt, and felt his hard cock thrust against the crack in her butt. She groped at Henry's fly until she found his cock, her other hand slipping behind to grip the one pressing at her ass. It excited her terribly to feel two cocks at once, even if it was through their trousers.
She marveled at the difference, Rory's being long and slim, Henry's shorter, but much thicker. She decided the thick one would be first; she liked a thick cock, one that was big around and would stretch her open.
"Come on, honey, get in the car," Rory whispered.
"I. . . no, really," she stammered, aware that the car door was open and she was moving towards it.
She was about to get into the car when horns started honking, people yelling, and the thunder of moving feet on the bleachers. The game was over.
She jerked away and pulled down her sweater. "I've got to go," she cried.
"Come on, get in the car. We can go somewhere."
"No! My husband will be looking for me." She gave them a frightened look and turned and ran.
God, she thought, if the game hadn't ended and I'd gotten in that car. . . I'd have let both those men fuck me. I'm acting like an alley cat. She glanced back to make sure they weren't following.
When she found Harry, her face was flushed with excitement. She grabbed his arm and said, "Let's get the hell out of here."
"I've been looking all over for you. Where've you been?" "I got chilly and went and sat in the car." When they got to the place where the car had been parked, it was gone. "That prick sonofabitch! He took the car!" Elaine cried, stamping her feet in anger.
"I thought you said you were sitting in the car?" "He must have been watching and took it when I went to find you. What do we do now, Harry, it's too damn cold to fuck in the weeds." Harry frowned. She could be so vulgar at times, "relax, honey. We'll walk to the house and get my car. It's not far."
They walked slowly, arms around each other, stopping frequently for a kiss. Harry was surprised at how tight she was. "You must have had a lot to drink," he said.
"Quite a bit. It was cold," she answered, snuggling against him. She was still hot, had been ever since her brother-in-law raped her. "Let's go in that bar across the street, honey. I have to pee." They crossed the street and cut through the parked cars. Harry stopped. "Hey, that's my car there."
"I thought you said your wife went home."
"That's what she said she was going to do."
"Aha, the little bitch is cheating on you," Elaine cried triumphantly.
Harry went over to the car. "The keys are in it," he said, "let's go."
"I have to pee, remember? I can't wait. What's the matter, afraid to go in there?"
Harry caught her inference. He grabbed her arm The bar was crowded. Elaine slipped through the crowd to the rest room. While she was gone, Harry looked the crowd over, but he couldn't find Alta.
Elaine returned. "I feel better. Let's get a drink before we go."
"This place is a dump, Elaine. Besides, you've had enough already."
"Don't be a shit!" she snarled. "I want a drink."
They stood at the bar and had a drink, then two Elaine rubbing against Harry's leg all the while.
After the third round, Elaine leaned close and whispered, "I'm hot to trot, darling. Let's get the fuck out of here." She swayed as Harry led her out the door. "Goddamn, Harry, I'm really drunk. And I'm hot, too, hot for your cock," she giggled.
They stopped beside the car and kissed. Elaine leaned heavily against the door, her breath short and raspy. "Kiss me, Harry, kiss me between the legs," she gurgled, opening her coat.
Her lewd behavior was charging him up and he squatted down and kissed the front of her slacks, She spread her legs, holding onto his head. He pressed his mouth tightly against her crotch, blowing his hot breath through the fabric. "Harry, Harry darling!" she moaned, her hands struggling with her slacks. She pushed them down over her hips, all the way to her knees. "Push down your panties, too," Harry said, as eager as she.
"No, no, kiss me this way first," she moaned. Harry's mouth went to her crotch. Her panties were already wet. Her slacks had fallen to her ankles and she bowed her legs to give him room, He ate her cunt ravenously, panties and all. "Make it happen, darling! Make it happen right through my panties!" she cried, pulling his face hard against her cunt. She was jerking wildly on the verge of a spend.
Harry felt a hand on his shoulder. Suddenly he went over backwards. Before he could move Rick Keller was on top of him, punching him wildly with both fists. Harry curled into a ball, instinctively covering his face with his arms. He heard Elaine scream.
She stood horrified; her husband, the braggart, was actually on top of Harry Ames beating the piss out of him. She couldn't believe it.
Rick swung wildly, screaming and cursing, until his fists hurt and his arms felt like lead. He got to his feet and stood over his foe, grinning.
Harry sprang to his feet. Before the startled Rick could get his arms above his waist, Harry's fist was smashing into his face.
Rick screamed and clutched at his face, the blood spurting from his nose. Nobody had ever hit him like that before. He looked up at Harry standing over him with clenched fists. The man he thought he had beaten into complete submission, pounded to a bloody pulp, didn't have a mark on him. Rick jumped to his feet and ran, ran as fast as his legs would go.
Goose bumps covered Elaine's thighs. "I'm cold, honey, and two minutes ago I was so hot."
Harry opened the car door and shoved her in. He drove to a secluded spot at the edge of town and stopped. The car was toasty warm; he left the engine and heater running.
"Are you hurt?" she asked.
"No. A few bruises on my shoulders and arms, maybe, but not hurt," he said. "Get in the back and strip, take it all off. I want you bare-ass naked."
When she was naked, he got in the back with her. He sat on the floor and pushed her legs apart. "I'm going to eat you now without anything in the way," he said.
He kissed and licked the insides of her thighs. They were damp with perspiration and tasted salty. Her cunt was wide open and running with juice when his mouth reached the deep cleft. His tongue tasted her liquids; they were strong and female, slippery and copious.
"Eat it, eat it! Oh, you bastard, eat my cunt!" she screamed, her nails raking at the back of his neck. She had no intention of being denied. She came hard, convulsing against his lips and tongue.
Sweat mixed with her abundant juices to fill his mouth with the marvelous taste of a woman in orgasm. She came twice more before he took his mouth from her cunt.
Harry struggled out of his clothing. "Get as comfortable as you can, baby, because I'm going to fuck your ass off!"
Elaine was on her back, her knees open for his assault. "You do that," she said, pulling him down on top of her.
He grasped his prick, pushing the fat meat between her sodden lips. She grunted as his prick pushed her cunt open. Her cunt peeled his foreskin back and closed hungrily over the ripe bulb. It sucked him in like a vacuum until his nine inches was held completely by her clawing pussy. Their legs entwined and they fucked.
Her mouth closed wetly around his ear, her tongue stabbing in and out.
"Oh, fuck me, Harry, fuck me good," she breathed heavily. "I love to fuck, Harry, I just love it! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She arched her back to meet his thrusts and held herself rigidly against him. "Give it all to me, baby-love, every glorious inch of cock you've got. Ungh . . . ungh, or shit, but that feels good! Keep it up . . . just like that, oh yes, fuck, fuck, fuck! Don't stop, not ever . . . fuck me, lover! Fuck me, baby-doll! Fuck me, Harry-angel. Oh, you dirty bastard, pour the cob to me . . . fuck me, love it, fuck me!"
She must have made it three or four times before he felt his balls tighten and the goo spurted into her pussy in big, wet gobs. He finally lay still.
"Don't take it out, Harry, let it soak. It feels so good in there. I really needed this. I've been unstrung all day, hot and horny and so in need." She didn't mention the times her husband had fucked her, or her brother-in-law, or even the play with the two strangers. "God, your cock feels good in there, all soft and big and alive. I really need a prick, Harry, I really do."
"Whether it's mine or Rick's or ... " "Don't get possessive, Harry. When a girl needs a hump . . . well, she just needs it. Look at it this way, you're here with me with your big old prick stuffed up inside me and what if your little wife needed it. Well, I bet she did, and she had to get someone else. Face it, Harry, another man probably fucked your sweet little Alta, and maybe he's fucking her righ now."
Harry stiffened and bit his lip. He knew it, and he really didn't care that much, yet ... He felt his cock starting to throb again. "I want to fuck some more," he said.
Elaine melted against him. "Bend down and suck on my tit; I love it when a man sucks my tit while we fuck. It makes me so hot ..."
It was after three in the morning when Harry got home and Alta was still out. He took a Bromo to soften the hangover, then he went to bed.
Luckily they had shipped the kid out for the night because Alta didn't get home until almost Saturday noon. She was pretty bent out of shape. She had a double shot of bourbon and went right bed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Oscar Halstead grimaced when she slammed the Caddy door, and then watched her ass move as she flounced angrily up the stairs.
She's still a fine-looking woman, he thought, and damn, she's not wearing underwear again, I can tell by the way her ass wobbles. She was a kinky broad, and subject to the wildest things at the oddest times, but Oscar didn't mind, really, because she was one mean fuck, especially if he gave her a good spanking first.
Betty Halstead was obviously pissed, and she stopped the first boy she met after she entered the school. "Little boy, where is the math room?"
The boy looked at her like he thought she was nuts. "Huh?"
"Where is the math room? Mr. Ames' room, dummy."
He stared at her with sleepy eyes. "Straight down the hall. Room ten." He watched her stalk away, his hand in his pocket massaging his cock. It stretched firmly down his pant leg.
She went into the room without knocking. "Mr. Ames?"
Harry looked up, startled. "Yes, what can I do for you?"
"I'm Betty Halstead, Kitty's mother."
"This is a pleasure, Mrs. Halstead," Harry said, jumping to his feet and offering his hand.
She ignored his hand. "This is no pleasure trip, Mr. Ames."
"Is something wrong?"
"Indeed there is. Kitty told me that you told her to drop your course before you flunked her."
"That isn't exactly the way I put it, Betty. May I call you Betty?"
"You may not!"
Harry felt his anger rising. "Very well, Mrs.
Halstead, I suggested that your daughter drop the class because she's already failing and things don't seem to be getting any better."
"Are you saying that my daughter is stupid?"
"Of course not, she seems to be a very bright young lady. I'm saying that she isn't ready for an advanced course such as this, or perhaps she isn't mathematically inclined."
Betty surveyed Mr. Ames. "Where does she sit?"
"Right there." He pointed to a seat directly in front of his desk.
She walked over to the seat and sat down. She took a chrome cigarette case from her purse and removed a long, thin cigarette, tamping it furiously against the case.
"There's a rule against smoking in classrooms."
"Fuck the rule," she said, lighting her cigarette. She crossed her legs and inhaled deeply.
Harry's eyes narrowed with interest. He could see now where Kitty had learned to cross her legs with such expertise. Betty had very nice legs, too; they looked smooth and glossy.
She puffed rapidly, uncrossing and then recrossing her legs several times, more and more leg showing. He finally caught a brief glimpse of her pussy, the lips thick and puffy, the hair thick and black, and got to his feet. He went to the door and pushed it shut.
"Did you really come here looking for a fight, Mrs. Halstead, or are you trying to seduce me?"
Her mouth dropped open. She looked first at his crotch, where the bulge was monstrous, and then at his face. "If you take another step I'll scream," she said. "My husband is right outside in the car; I'll have him come in here and thrash you."
"Even if he tried, Mrs. Halstead, he couldn't do it. You sat there and flashed your bare legs at me and finally let me see your cunt and expect me to believe you'll scream. What are you, a prickteaser or an exhibitionist, or both?"
"No, I'm not!" she cried, tugging her skirt over her thighs.
Harry reached down and roughly pushed her legs apart. He lifted her skirt and jammed his hand against her cunt.
"Oh," she cried softly.
He felt her pussy; it was wet, very wet, and open. While he probed for her hole, she slid forward on the seat. Two of his fingers entered and went inside her pussy to his knuckles.
She squirmed wantonly. "Are you going to fuck me?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"Probably," Harry said. "But first I think I'll let your beautiful mouth make love to my prick."
"No," she said, "I won't do that."
Harry jerked his fingers from her dripping pussy and slapped her hard across the face. She pressed her palm against the red mark on her cheek while Harry unzipped and hauled out his cock. It stretched out long and throbbing.
"It's so long! My God, it's so long!" she gasped Harry quickly slapped her on the other cheek. "Make love to my cock!" he ordered. "Suck me off, Mrs. Halstead!" "Call me Betty," she cooed, and reached up with both hands.
She wrapped one hand around his prick and slid the other into his open pants to cup his balls. She slowly rolled the foreskin back, pulling it all the way down until the pressure opened the hole in his glans. Sliding it tightly back, she milked a large drop of clear juice and wiped it off with he tongue.
His foreskin went back again, this time from the pressure of her lips. She had a large mouth and easily took the fat bulb inside, her tongue sliding back and forth on the underside. Her hand moved deeper into his trousers until a finger lay snugly in the crease of his ass.
Harry groaned and arched against her face, his cock sliding into her mouth.
"Can you take it down your throat?" he groaned. "I wish I could piss now, right down your throat, but I never learned to pee with a hard-on."
She tilted her head and he felt his prick head enter her throat. He felt the semen gurgling for release and pinched his prick hard at the base When the urge subsided, he let go and a thick spurt of goo belched down her throat. It was only pre-spurt, though thick and hot, and his orgasm was saved, at least for the moment.
Harry had practiced the timing on this for a long time because it was almost as good as coming.
He backed away then, pulling his cock from her mouth and her fingers from his ass, the tip of one having just started to enter his anus. He knew he couldn't stop it again if her finger was inside his asshole.
"Get up and go stand in the corner," he said. "Have I been a bad girl?"
"A very bad girl, but a very good cocksucked" She got to her feet and smiled at him, a far-away look in her eyes, and walked to the corner. She faced the wall. "Where's my dunce cap, teacher?"
"You're going to sit on it. Turn around."
When she was facing him, he lifted her skirt above her hips and lifted her off the floor. "Put your arms around my neck and hook your legs behind mine," he said. She did as he said, opening her cunt wide. He fumbled between their bodies until he had his prick at her entrance. She was big down there, and his massive cock head surged in.
"Oh, Jesus, that feels good!" she moaned.
"Relax and let your weight down, take it all in."
Again she did as she was told, and his long prick socked in to the hilt. She groaned with animal pleasure. He gripped the cheeks of her ass, spreading it wide.
"Now start riding! I'll hold you up!"
She pounded against him, grinding his hard gristle against her pubic bush, riding roughly against her throbbing clit.
"Oh, God, it's so good! I haven't been filled like this since my first time. My own daddy spanked me and then fucked me when I was only eleven. He didn't have a big prick, but it felt awful big then. He was so ashamed, yet he did it again. He always spanked me first; it gave him a hard-on to spank me."
"Do you want me to spank you before we finish?" Harry said.
"Yes, yes!" Betty hissed.
He let her down, his huge cock sliding wetly from her pussy. He grabbed her by the hair and led her to a chair, where he sat and pulled her across his lap, his cock, wet and sticky, pulsing against her belly. He saw a thin, plastic ruler lying in the next seat and picked it up.
The ruler came down hard, almost brutal. Betty was crying like a baby before he stopped.
Harry laid her on the hard floor, pushed her legs far apart, and spread out on top of her, his cock sliding up her open twat. She moaned and came instantly, yet she urged him on.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she wailed lifting up to meet each and every thrust. "It feels so good, soooo good!"
"This is what Kitty needs ... a good fucking from a man, not a boy." He was panting, fucking mercilessly.
"Yes, yes . . . oh God, yes! I want you to fuck Kitty, and I want to see it!" she screamed.
"If it's what you want," Harry said gleefully, feeling his nuts tighten. He was in to the hilt and still the semen bubbled out around his cock, wetting her thick thighs.
When he started to withdraw, she hooked a leg over the back of his thigh. "Don't take it right out. It's so big! And it feels so good. A really big cock is so much nicer!"
* * *
Oscar Halstead sat quietly in his car watching the jail bait leave the school, watching their little butts jiggle in their tight skirts and their tits, some tiny, some not, bounce inside their sweaters and blouses.
His hand went to his crotch, almost unconsciously into the opening. He pulled out his prick and worked at it slowly, his balls drawing tightly against his crotch. The head stretched tight as he pulled the foreskin down, remembering how his mother used to masturbate him. He would lie on the couch, his trousers around his knees, and she would sit on the floor and slowly, very deliberately, pull on his prick until the juice squirted straight up into the air. She never let him fuck her, but she jacked him off right up until he left for college.
He was glancing about, letting his cock cool down, when he noticed George McBride's big Caddy sitting down near the corner of the building, the fat man slouched down under the wheel, a thick cigar in his mouth.
And then Elaine Keller came out of the school, glanced furtively about, and went quickly to McBride's auto. She got inside and the fat man drove away.
He was pondering what that was about, as if he didn't know, when he saw his wife, holding tightly to Harry Ames' arm. He stuffed his cock back into his pants, muttering, "I'll be a dirty bastard. I thought she would claw his eyes out."
Harry opened the door and she got into the car. She slid close to her husband, apologizing for taking so long.
Harry came around the car and Oscar rolled down the window. He reached out and gripped Harry's hand. "You must have a way with women, Ames. She was really steaming when she went in, now she's docile as a pussy car." Oscar felt his wife's hand on the inside of his thigh, her hot breath on his neck. He turned back to Harry. "You're going to like it in this town, young man."
"I already do," Harry said, smiling at Betty.
Betty put her mouth to Oscar's ear and whispered, "You were playing with your prick; I can always tell." Her hand was pressed against his cock through his pants. He was still hard.
Oscar looked at his wife then. He saw the glazed sparkle in her eyes, and she reeked of sex, raw hungry sex. The schoolteacher had fucked his wife; he knew it as surely as if he had watched. A good sex session always made Betty want another and it was apparent she wanted one now.
"Come over and see us, my boy. You're welcome any time," Oscar said.
"I may just do that," Harry answered.
Oscar hadn't realized when she opened his fly, but he felt the tips of her fingers inside his shorts. He had seen Harry's wife and he imagined now that it was her hand wriggling into his underwear.
"Do you play bridge, Ames?" he said.
"Yes," Harry answered. He could see Betty's hand moving into Halstead's pants and it made him hot again.
"Why don't you and that pretty little wife of yours come over tonight? We could play a couple of rubbers, have a few cocktails, and . . . well, who knows." Betty had her whole hand in his pants; it was wrapped tightly around his cock.
"We'd love to. Around eight all right?" Harry said. He grinned.
CHAPTER TWELVE
George McBride puffed on his cigar and drove silence. Elaine Keller leaned against the door as far from the fat man as she could get. She puffed on a cigarette, wondering what the old devil wanted. He had told her on the telephone that it was important that she see him, and now he wouldn't say a word, hadn't since she got in the car.
He drove straight to his huge house and pulled into the garage. He got out of the car. "Well, don't sit there like you're stupid; get out and come with me."
They entered the house through the kitchen, where a young girl was preparing supper. She was young, but she was also quite well developed. McBride walked right through without speaking.
When they entered the large front room, his wife looked up from a book, a surprised look on her face. - "I don't want to be disturbed," he said curtly. In spite of her expensive clothing, she looked dowdy, and nodded meekly as he brushed past.
Elaine shrugged with embarrassment and followed him down the long hall to the den. When she stepped inside, he went behind a huge desk and sat heavily. He looked at her through eyes made beady by fat, and slowly peeled a fresh cigar. After he lit up, he said, "Sit there."
She sat.
"It has come to ray attention, Mrs. Keller, that you have been acting in a manner unbecoming to a schoolteacher."
Elaine was growing annoyed with the old fool. Bear Claw wasn't the only school in the world. "Exactly what do you mean, Mr. McBride?"
"To be blunt, Mrs. Keller, you have been indiscreetly screwing around. Fucking the troops, so to speak, and as president of the school board, I can't allow such conduct."
Elaine was taken aback. "What do you want from me?" she said dryly, crossing her legs.
"I want you say you're sorry, and that you'll never do it again ... for one thing."
"I'm sorry, and I'll never do it again," she said flatly, a smirk on her face. She uncrossed and then recrossed her legs, waiting for the next condition, a condition that she had absolutely no doubts about.
The fat man was flustered now; he hadn't expected her to apologize so quickly. He looked at her long legs, bare two-thirds of the way up, and her heavy tits bulging her blouse out. His cock pressed tightly against his pants. He saw the crotch of her panties when she changed positions, and his cock lurched.
"Come around here, young lady," he said, pushing his chair back from the desk.
Elaine got to her feet and walked around the desk. "Yes," she said, still smirking.
George McBride was sprawled out in the big chair, his short legs far apart, his huge belly rising and falling with each breath he took. "Unzip my pants."
Elaine stepped close and dropped to her knees. The carpet was thick and soft. "I knew this was what you wanted," she said, looking up at his round, jowly face, squeezing his cock through his pants. "You're a dirty old man, and worse, a hypocrite."
McBride was breathing hard, almost gasping, as she dug inside his shorts, her hand soft and warm against his flesh.
"Scoot out so I can find it," she said.
He obeyed, his eyes watery with lust. The man was repulsive, old and fat and ugly, yet she felt the excitement churn in her guts the minute her fingers wrapped around his cock. It was short, probably not even five inches, but it was unusually thick, so much so that she couldn't get her hand all the way around it.
She let go of his prick and undid his belt so she could get his pants down. With his pants halfway down his thighs, she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it up over his belly. The mountain of flesh heaved white and soft, his fat, stubby cock protruding underneath from a thatch of gray hair.
She lowered her head and put her mouth over the crimson knob. It was too fat to suck properly, but she sucked half the head and masturbated the rest with her hand.
"Oh, that's good, Mrs. Keller! So very good," he grunted.
Elaine realized then how much she liked cock, any cock, just so it was alive and hard and salty and man-tasting, and of course, capable of squirting that sticky slime. She opened her mouth wider until she could take the entire glans, her lips curled behind the thick ridge.
He started groaning loudly, hunching against her face in an effort to force more of his cock into her mouth. Elaine drew back to keep from choking until she had only the gaping hole covered with her lips, and she milked the length of his fat prick faster and faster. McBride grunted, and the thick, white stuff rolled from the end of his prick into her mouth.
His load was surprisingly copious, and she let it puddle slickly around her tongue, savoring the chalky taste, then let it slip slowly down her gullet. She drew on his prick until there was nothing left, and then sat on the floor, traces of his cum still on her lips.
She lay back, wishing she had a man on top of her, his prick imbedded to the hilt. She needed a man now, cocksucking only wetted her appetite. Her reverie was broken when the fat man came down on top of her.
"You're too heavy," she said, "let me get on top."
His mouth came down over hers, his tongue searching wetly. She was breathless when he finally raised up and kneeled between her legs. His stubby fingers deftly opened her blouse. He roughly pulled the bra down until a brown nipple popped into view. He sucked in a mouthful of her flesh while he groped between her legs with a fat hand.
Elaine enjoyed having her tits sucked; it brought the fire instantly to her cunt. "Yes, yes, suck it!" she hissed, her hands going to the back of his head. "Move around to my side so I can reach you."
While the fat man hobbled on his knees to her side, she unfastened her bra and pulled it free. He dropped his face to her luscious tits while she groped under his belly. His prick had shriveled and was lost in the folds of fat, yet she found it, found it and worked gently with her hand until the wrinkled little thing began to swell. It was soon hard and fat inside her hand.
"Put it in me; fuck me!" she cried. He pulled her skirt down her legs, followed quickly by her panties. She parted her legs and spread the lips of her cunt open. He was on her again, almost knocking the breath from her lungs, jabbing wildly at her inviting hole, but his belly kept him from his goal. He couldn't quite reach.
"Turn over and get on your knees," he growled, raising up.
Elaine wanted that prick. She rolled quickly to her belly. She wagged her inviting ass high in the air. McBride came up behind her. It was an awkward coupling, even in this position, but the fat glans of his cock finally found the spot and spread open her pussy. She grunted with pleasure, thrusting back against him.
"More, more!" she groaned. "Let's have the rest of it."
The fat man grasped her by the hips, lunging against her with all his might, but could get no more than the head of his cock inside her. She could feel his thick roll of fat riding on her ass, the sweat coming rapidly. She wanted more, needed more.
"Deeper, you bastard, deeper-give me more cock!"
He tried desperately, but failed miserably, and finally slumped back on his haunches, gasping desperately for breath, his shirt soaked with sweat.
Elaine sat up, tears of frustration in her eyes. It was such a letdown after Harry's monstrous organ, or even her husband's cock. "You're a flop, old man, a miserable flop," she said. She looked at him then, and he looked miserable, tired and ashamed. Her heart went out to him then, and she snuggled up to him, kissing his cheeks and finally his lips, her hand holding tightly to his still-hard pecker.
She soothed him with kisses while she stripped the sweat soaked clothing from his body. She pushed him down and stretched out in the opposite direction beside him, her soaking pussy inches from his flabby face.
"Kiss my pussy, make me come with your mouth!"
The old man's face went between her legs and, lying on her side, she waited until his mouth was at her cunt before she brought her legs down over his head, not hard, but enough to keep his head locked to her pussy.
"Good, good!" she gasped as his tongue went into her cunt. She reached out for his cock. She held it in her hand, jerking just enough to keep it good and hard, but not enough to bring him off. He was a good cunt-lapper, and she came fast, the tingle of sexual bliss filling her loins and belly.
Her hand flew on his cock, jerking and pulling until the ugly thing started spitting madly. It poured its ooze over her hand and onto the rug, still she kept pumping.
He pulled his head free of her legs and rolled onto his back, gasping with pleasure. Elaine came up over him, her body straddling his, and she closed her mouth over his cock. It wanted to go soft, but she wouldn't let it. Her hand fumbled between his flabby cheeks until she found the puckered hole of his ass and she shoved a finger all the way in. She was arched over his big belly with her cunt shoved tight against his chin.
He gasped for mercy and then did the only thing left to him-closed his mouth over her cunt again. They came together as if they had practiced for years, her gaping cunt soaking his face with its pungent juices, his prick squirting whatever jizz was left into her sucking mouth.
She got to her feet and picked up her skirt and let it slide down over her head. She hated to leave through the house; the man's poor wife must have heard their grunts and groans. Well, that's her cross to bear, she thought, carefully buttoning her blouse.
She looked back at the fat man still lying on his back. He was gasping for breath, his huge belly rising and falling like a dying whale on the beach. He no longer looked imposing and in command, but exactly like what he was-a fat old man, tired and worn.
Elaine looked at her watch and cursed. She was late for supper again, and her husband would be in his usual rage, if he was home. She hoped he would be home, because she needed a fucking, deep and hard. Her come had been good, but it wouldn't replace a really good fucking. Oh well, if he was out running around there was always her brother-in-law; his prick was big, or even the dirty old man of the house. He wasn't much, but he was better than nothing, and he could still get it all the way in.
