"Come on, Bates," Bill laughed, "she couldn't have been that big. I mean, I've seen girls with tits as big as your head, but now you're just throwin' the bull."
"Don't tell me!" Bates insisted, taking a long swig from his frosted glass of ale. "She had tits like a cow. I seen her. Best lay I had in an age."
"How much she charge?" Ernie said coldly, leaning back in his chair and eyeing Bates with suspicion. His glass of beer stood full on the table before him.
"Hard to say," Bates answered quickly, draining his glass and banging it on the table to attract the attention of the waitress. "Different prices for different people. Since I'm one of her steady's, I get preferential treatment. You know, you just couldn't go up to her and get a good price. I mean, unless I sent ya . . . "
"I don't know who would want that scurvy broad after you was finished with her, anyway," Bill laughed. "Fill 'em up!" Bill roared as the fat-assed waitress picked the glasses off the table. She pretended to ignore the three burly men as they assaulted her with propositions. Bill pinched her buttocks as she wiggled toward the bar carrying the empty glasses.
He felt good this Tuesday evening, sitting and drinking with his two buddies. Ernie was a regular at the place, Barnie's Bar and Grill, and joined he and Bates every evening for beers and laughter.
And Bates, what a card he was! Bates was a friend of Bill's from way back, back when they used to beat up cry-baby kids in the school yard together. Bates had been an usher at his wedding and even helped him get started in his trucking business. Bates wasn't married and spent most of his waking hours thinking and speaking about the sexual parts of women. No one ever believed a word he said.
Bill owned his own truck and hauled merchandise for various small businesses around town. Things had been going well lately and the money had been rolling in. He was a good driver and delivered everything himself, personally. People liked the exceptional service he gave them and spread his name around to friends.
"God, it's about time!" Bates said loudly to the waitress who brought refilled beer mugs. "Hey, honey, how's about you and me gettin' together tonight for a little fast action? That sound good to you?"
"She don't want you, Bates," Bill said, taking a swig from his fresh beer. "Why would she want you when she knows she could have me at the snap of her finger."
"Oh, bullshit! My cock is twice the length of yours! Any broad that went for you over me would be nuts. Why, I'll pull it out right here and show you. Come on, you chicken?"
The waitress walked aloofly away, ignoring the gross conversation and concentrating on getting her other customers served. Ernie's cold eyes followed the girl's buttocks as it lost itself in the maze of tables and haze of cigarette smoke.
Bill and Bates continued to argue about cock lengths for three-quarters of an hour while Ernie sat quietly, listening intently and nodding at an occasional good point.
Bates was barely restrained from pulling his cock out in bold confrontation strategy with Bill. With uproarious good humor, the trio finally left Barnie's and Bill climbed into his old Pontiac to drive home to his wife.
Shirley was a wonderful gal, filled with fun and laughter and a good mother to Bill's two children. He was eager to see her and sink his cock into the waiting flesh between her firm thighs. The beer had made his head spin and he could think of nothing but his Shirley's dynamic pussy as he stomped on the gas pedal.
Bill lived in a small two-family house identical with the rest of the houses on the block. He, like his neighbors, had intense pride over his little homestead and had carefully put a small fence around it and had built his own barbeque pit and flower beds. He had cemented the whole driveway of his private garage and had taken the decency to install a birdbath in the front lawn. Though the neighborhood kids frequently used the birds that bathed there as targets for their B.B. guns, Bill was proud of the concession he'd made to nature when cementing and fencing his yard.
Shirley was in the living room waiting for her husband when she heard the roar of his big engine in the driveway and heard him playing with the garage door. She pulled her robe tightly about her and stood near the door waiting for him to enter. She was a small woman, about five feet tall and weighing only ninety-eight pounds, a curious physical match for her husband who was six-two and weighed two hundred and thirty.
But she loved the heavy poundage that crushed her to death in the bed each night and she felt she couldn't live without the straining sensation his huge cock gave her well-juiced pussy. It defied all laws of nature that two such people could engage in natural sexual acts, but they each loved the unusual sensations they gave each other.
Shirley's little but well-shaped female form felt to Bill like an efficient compact car with all the comforts of any big model and able to give superb performance and ride. He never ceased to marvel at how his petite wife could lift his whole bulk completely off the bed during her intense moments of sexual frenzy.
"Where've you been? I've been waiting up for you for the past two hours," Shirley said, giving Bill a hug as he stumbled through the door. The TV was on low in the living room, filling the place with an eerie half-light and forcing Bill to squint.
"Just having a beer with the boys. Are the kids in bed? I sure could use you tonight, Shirley." He kissed his wife fiercely on the mouth and groped roughly under her robe with his calloused hands.
"Oh, Bill, not here. Let's go to the bedroom." Shirley also felt a tremendous need to feel Bill's thick cock scraping inside her, as if the big thing would scrape away the disappointing day she'd had and wash away her unhappy feelings with a flood of sexual stimulation.
She raced to the bedroom in front of her husband and threw off her robe. She then whirled about revealing her small but perfectly formed shape to him. Her hair was black and curly, successfully matching the overgrown bush between her legs. Her breasts were small but pointed and her buttocks stuck out like a grade A egg with a twin yoke. Tapering thighs and gently swelling calves highlighted her body and were her main attraction and subject to much eyeing when walking down a crowded street or past a busy construction site.
"You're for me!" Bill said hungrily, grabbing his wife and smothering the upper portion of her body with kisses.
"Bill, I missed you so much. I needed you desperately tonight."
"I'm here now, Shirley, and rarin' to go." He flopped with his wife on the bed, kissing her and pinching her breasts. She tore at his shirt, wanting to feel the rough hairs of his chest against her soft flesh.
"Bill, you don't know what a day it has been for me. First, the neighbor's kids chasing their football through our yard and then the Rackley's dog taking a crap all over our sidewalk. It's just been one thing after another. And then I caught Alvin in his room again building that silly model for his physics class. I can't understand why he doesn't go out more with the guys around the block and get some girlfriends. He's about that age, you know."
"Yes, I understand," Bill said gruffly as he finished tearing off his clothes and flopped on top of Shirley. She instinctively spread her legs and raised her knees to accept his blissful organ.
"...and then the vacuum cleaner broke. You're just going to have to take a day off from that silly truck of yours and fix some things around here. Alvin can't seem to do anything useful and I'm embarrassed when Betsy brings her boyfriends over and the lamps don't work. We've got to provide a place where she can be properly courted. She'll want to be getting married soon. She'll be seventeen next month."
"Yes, yes, I know," Bill said, squeezing his wife's hard breasts and kissing her neck. "Don't think about all those things now. Let's just enjoy ourselves." Bill shoved his dick up into his writhing wife as he moved his bulk on top of the little woman.
"It feels good tonight, Bill, so big and long." She moved about in rolling hip motions while Bill tried to pin her down hard and thrust to her deepest point.
"Umm, yes. It is nice tonight," Bill echoed, swallowing hard and feeling his wife's stiff pussy muscles clamping alternately onto his member as he pulled it relentlessly in and out of her. They kissed and hugged as the humping continued in silence, speeding faster and faster until they both had their first orgasm.
"Let's keep going all night," Shirley pleaded, not wanting the big man's cock to pull out of her. "I need the security of your steely penis, dear." She bit his neck and wrapped her arms about him.
"Yeah, okay," Bill grunted, breathing beer fumes into his wife's ear. "I could do this forever with you, Shirley. You're the greatest." Bill kissed his wife's neck and shifted his weight slightly. He liked the feel of her hard tits against his chest. And she felt so small and insignificant beneath him.
He never ceased to marvel at how a small woman like that could be filled with such powerful powers of satisfaction. But then again, maybe she was just so satisfying because all her sexiness was stored in such a small container. It made her seem even the more potent. Bill's cock hardened again as the sex dynamo lay ready beneath him. She never seemed to get enough and he began rotating his hips slowly, shoving his cock all the way into her, up to her stomach.
"Oh, Bill! Do it hard to me tonight. I need it hard!"
"As hard as you want," Bill sighed, pumping his cock more quickly.
The big male brute rammed his small wife mercilessly and she loved every minute of it. She writhed beneath him, even lifting his heavy flesh from the bed. He couldn't keep her pinned down. But then, a strong woman stuck in the house all day had much stored energy to expel and night time was the only time for her to expel it.
She grunted and heaved with gusto, almost throwing her thick-necked husband off of her.
"Take it easy, honey. You'll wake the kids," Bill begged as his wife moved with greater and greater abandon.
"Ohh," Shirley screamed, completely possessed by her passion.
Bill put his hand over her mouth and humped harder to bring her to orgasm pitch. He couldn't risk Alvin wandering in to see what all the commotion was. And what if Betsy woke up? What kind of thing was that for a girl of such tender years to hear?
He pumped hard, reaching under his writhing wife to grab her buttocks and force her closer to him, increasing the friction between their sensitive parts.
"Oh, Bill, that was wonderful," the little woman sighed, swallowing and rolling her eyes as faint echoes of clamping orgasm spasms continued to sweep through her.
Bill felt himself beginning to doze, but was wakened again by his wife's little fingers probing at his buttocks, trying to make it begin humping anew.
"For chrissake! Don't you ever get tired?" Bill said wearily, as his cock throbbed in pain.
"Just once more, Bill. I'm just getting warmed up. Please Bill, don't quit on me now."
"How can I refuse you, honey? You know I'd do anything for you." Bill kissed her on the cheek and laboriously and painfully resumed his screwing motions. He was proud of his virility and wouldn't let his honey down.
With all his might and effort he put his every ounce into this final passion peak. He wanted to satisfy his wife once and for all and humped and kissed her in a whirlwind of motion. The bed creaked and groaned, almost collapsing under the strain of this final love burst.
"God, Bill, oh god!" Shirley panted as she again heaved skyward, throwing her husband in the air and resisting his every effort to keep her quiet.
Finally, he felt her pussy in a mass of contractual frenzy, gripping his bull-like cock with all its might, almost squeezing the head right off. Sharp pains shot through Bill's prick as Shirley finally relaxed and let the limp and painful member slip out of her.
"Ohh," Bill groaned. "You sure you don't take sex pills or something? You about ruin me forever when you're like this."
"Please, honey, let's not argue," Shirley said, kissing her big husband on the ear. "You just excite me, that's all."
"Yeah, I guess so," Bill sighed, feeling good that he was able to arouse his wife so. It was not every man that was as sexually attractive as he and had the cock to follow up the fierce desires aroused in the women that gazed upon him.
"Honey, could you turn off the TV?" Shirley said, shaking the sleeping giant.
"Huh, what?"
"The TV, it's still on. Could you turn it off, dear?"
Bill got obediently off the bed, plodded into the living room, and mindlessly flipped off the TV.
CHAPTER TWO
A TIME AND A PLACE
Bill loved the sweet smell of grease and gasoline and loved lying under his truck tinkering with the gears and thinking of ways he could increase the pick-up and thus speed his deliveries.
He kept his prized truck in a garage also used to store large vans of a vast trucking fleet called Ralph's Trucks. Bill would see Ralph occasionally stop by the garage to inspect his herd of service trucks and emote pride over his trucking empire. Bill would feel pangs of intense jealousy and resolve to work even harder to expand his operation so someday he too would have a fleet of the big animals. Bill's Trucks he would name his company as a vision of a vast trucking empire flashed across his brain with him as the czar.
"Get that piece of crap outta the way. We got some trucks to move in here," a raspy voice screamed at Bill as he lay dreaming and tinkering under his truck in the garage. It was still too early to begin his first delivery and he always checked over the engine and ball joints every day before hitting the road.
"In a minute," Bill grunted back at Charlie, the man in charge of the garage.
He hated Charlie and never had many words with the guy. Charlie was just a high type of custodian and resented that Bill owned his own small business. He tried to exercise as much power over Bill as he was able, and Bill knew that he was just jealous.
"Come on. We got trucks to get outta here," Charlie continued.
"Fuck off!" Bill snapped. "I pay rent here. I pay for my truck to be rigdit where it is. I'll move it when I'm good and ready."
Charlie walked off in anger, unable to face down Bill's wrath. Bill saw that there was plenty of room to move trucks around his little van and knew then that Charlie was just trying to throw his weight around, the little that he had.
Bill rubbed his groin, still aching from the powerful sex bout he'd had with his wife the night before. That morning before he'd left for work, he'd noticed the tip of his cock all swollen and red from where Shirley's pussy had crunched it so many times. He hoped it would feel better before nightfall.
Bill began his day's deliveries and drove hard. He sweated a lot when he worked and worked up a big appetite for lunch. He hoped Shirley packed him a good meal because he could already feel the pangs in his stomach.
He had a big load of paper supplies to deliver and felt good about it. He knew he'd get to eye that pretty little secretary who always sat at the front desk of the inventory room when he came in with the receipt. She'd always cross her legs when he stared at her and with a little effort he could see right up to the top of her stockings.
He often dreamed about her and, even though he dearly loved his wife, he longed to get his head up that girl's dress and see what she was hiding.
It was before lunch when he delivered the paper supplies to the back of the store and, as he walked in, he noticed that there was no one around but the secretary who sat quietly eating a sandwich.
"Where do I put these?" Bill said, feigning memory loss.
He delivered to the place about every two weeks and knew it by heart. But he wanted to strike up a conversation with the striking girl and see just what she was all about.
"You can just leave them on the floor there," she said, pointing a long, well-manicured finger to a spot near Bill.
She glanced up at him and then lowered her eyes, crossing her long shapely legs at the same time. Bill's heart jumped as he was able to peer all the way to the dainty girl's crotch. His cock jumped too, throbbing with pain as the blood flowed quickly into it.
"You want to sign this?" Bill said, walking slowly over with a receipt in his hand.
"Do I have any choice?" the girl said, taking the pen and scribbling her name on the bill.
Bill stared at her. She had thick black hair piled on top of her head and used heavy eyebrow make-up. Her whole face seemed plastered with different colored creams and powders, which somehow caused shivering thrills to race up Bill's spine. She looked like a made-up doll and he had a tremendous urge to do it to her.
"Sure," Bill said. "I can just take the stuff back."
"Well, the boss wouldn't like that," she said. "I got to do what he likes."
"Aren't you going to inspect the stuff to see that it's all there? Your boss would be mad if you signed for something that wasn't delivered."
"Okay," she said, getting up and walking to the pile of boxes, giving Bill a chance to stare her up and down as she moved, to notice how she was put together and how graceful she was.
She was thin and didn't seem to have much tit, but Bill kept wondering what it would be like to lie on top of such a girl and to crush her to a pulp. He wondered if his cock would fit between the stringy thighs or whether her unfleshed cunt would choke it to death.
"I wonder how your boss handles a thing like you," Bill joked as the girl bent over the boxes, checking them. "I don't think I could do it."
"Oh no?" she said, staring at him. "Don't you think you could handle me?"
"Well, I don't know," Bill said. "You seem to know everything and might embarrass me."
"A big boy like you shouldn't have any trouble," the heavily eye-shadowed girl said, winking at Bill. She leaned on one hip and waited.
"Well, you scare me, honey," Bill said, grabbing the girl's arm and pulling her close to him. "But you smell good," he added as he got a whiff of her strong perfume.
"Just for you, big boy."
"Yeah, and this is for you," Bill said, kissing the skinny chick fiercely on the mouth and writhing with her to the dirty floor.
He kept his mouth pinned to hers as she gladly permitted him to raise her skirt and tear off her panties. A giant-holed cunt appeared gaping out from between the girl's skinny thighs, inviting a huge cock to bore into it.
Bill quickly whipped his painful cock from his pants and thrust it into the girl, now panting beneath him.
"Oh, baby, keep it comin', " the girl said, rolling about and heaving upward.
Bill's dick punched in and out of the girl, his hips grinding on hers. He could feel the whole outline of her skeleton under him as he pressed downward, edging his cock toward orgasm pitch. He kissed her mouth and got lipstick all over him.
Her make-up came off easily and soon Bill's whole visage was covered with pink powder and purple eye shadow.
"Ohh," the girl shouted as her skinny legs shot into the air as Bill pounded her spine into the hard floor with his incessant humping.
She wrapped her legs around him and he felt her large cunt begin to squeeze, slowly at first, and then more fiercely like a fire freshly stoked. The cunt muscles crunched his cock in the same sore spot that had resulted when Shirley squeezed him to death the night before. Waves of pain swept through him causing almost instant cock shrinkage and bringing his humping mechanism to a halt.
"Oh my god," Bill howled. "You're killing me!" He pulled his withered cock out of the skinny girl's dank hole and rose to his knees.
"What's wrong, mister? Can't you take it?" the girl said, her knees still in the air and her head still resting on the dust-covered floor.
"Shut up, cunt mouth!" Bill threatened as he stood up, gently examining his member.
The girl got to her knees and searched about for her shoes. She discarded her shredded panties in the trash can beneath her desk and began to re-apply her make-up before her boss came back from his lunch break. She then sat at her desk watching Bill occupy himself with his cock.
"I don't know if I'll ever use it again," he remarked to himself. "I think you've busted it for good. What do you practice on anyway, lead pipes?"
"I just do what comes natural," the girl said calmly. "You just excited me too much, big boy. I didn't mean to hurt you, but I was overcome."
"Yeah, well you got to have some concern for the guy, you know. You can't just go around ruinin' guys like that. Christ, my cock will be sore for a week now."
"It'll be good as new before another day's passed," the skinny girl assured. "Maybe we can try it again when it's in better health."
"Yeah, maybe," Bill said, hobbling in pain from the room back to his truck.
He could hardly walk straight and felt he needed some kind of sling to rest his big cock in. Its length and weight as it hung from his groin caused shooting pains to rip through him.
He got to the cab of his truck holding his balls and got in. For those in the street noticing him and the position of his hand, it was a familiar sight. Most truck drivers always had their hands on their genitals while walking to their cabs, revealing a notorious fact about them: invariably they have weak-stemmed cocks, which suffer bruises easily after being recently crushed by pussy.
Bill eased himself into his seat and got out his lunch pail. He groped about in it looking for the big sandwiches he knew Shirley had made for him. He needed food all the more now to repair his damaged organ and to give him strength for the rest of the deliveries. That girl had taken a lot out of him. Maybe he was getting old, Bill thought.
He couldn't think of any reason why he couldn't successfully take on that girl. Surely his cock was lacking in some vital vitamin and suffered grievous loss of surface strength, resulting in easily damaged outer tissue during cunt clamps. He would have to have Shirley get some special vitamins for him to take at lunch or in the morning. It just didn't seem natural that his cock should suffer so and fail him in times when exemplary performance was required.
Bill finished eating and threw the empty milk carton and waxed papers in which his sandwiches had been wrapped into the street. He roared away then to complete his deliveries.
His cock was feeling better already and he would have a good story to tell Bates and Ernie. As new power and healing surged into his worn organ, Bill drove harder and only thought of getting home to his wife, Shirley.
He hoped she didn't have Bingo tonight and would be around to fix him a big supper. He resolved to spend more time with his loving wife and family. It wasn't worth neglecting them just to drink with Bates and Ernie.
Bill finished his deliveries and drove the truck back to the garage.
"Check it out, Charlie," Bill ordered the garage attendant as he wheeled the puffing truck to a stop. "I think it needs a grease job."
Bill got out and slammed the door while Charlie hovered around the hood, uncertain whether to immediately follow Bill's instructions or to wait until he'd gone.
"I'll be in early tomorrow, Charlie. You'll have it ready." Bill walked out of the garage carrying his empty lunch pail, jumped into his spiffy Pontiac, and quickly roared off down the street.
Charlie watched him jealously, waiting until he completely disappeared from view before bending to his knees to check the grease on the wheel joints.
"Oh god, there goes that dog again!" Shirley screamed out the door as she watched the Rackley's black dog smoothly leap over the fence into their yard.
It began to sniff around and then began digging holes in the flower bed. Shirley had been cleaning the house the whole day and thinking about what to make for supper for Bill and the kids. It was late in the afternoon now and Alvin and Betsy would soon be getting home from school.
"Go on, scat!" Shirley screamed as she opened the front door screen and futilely gestured at the sleek animal. The dog continued to dig unmindful of the woman's ravings. "Scat!"
Shirley continued, waving a broom in the dog's direction. She approached the animal slowly, yelling at it the whole time. She waved the broom harmlessly at the thing as it continued to dig and bury its long snout in the cool earth, ignoring the threatening gestures of the woman.
Shirley approached very near the rear of the animal and prodded it with the broom. Suddenly, the black beast turned about and leaped at the woman, striking her in the chest and knocking her backwards to the ground. In a flash, and as if responding to years of careful training, the black monster shoveled his dirt-smeared snout beneath the fallen woman's dress and thrust it right up to her pussy.
Caught completely by surprise, Shirley could only gasp helplessly as her strength receded behind the swelling feeling in her pussy brought on by the dog's well-taught tongue. She lay helplessly in the yard on her back while the dog lurched under her skirt, plunging his cold nose wildly about Shirley's smelly pussy and lapping up the sweet juices that almost immediately began to flow. Only the buttocks and long tail of the dog were visible beyond the skirt end.
"Oh, damn!" Shirley cursed as she felt helplessly overwhelmed by the Rackley's dog. "What have they taught this animal? He's a menace. He shouldn't be allowed to roam loose-"
Shirley tried to catch hold of herself, and with tremendous effort managed to rise to her elbows and strike the dog harmlessly in the side. But nothing seemed to deter this animal from the focus of the woman's pussy. He lunged at it like a starving beast, craving only the inner warmth and tangy juices her innards had to offer.
"Mom! What th . . . "
Alvin had walked through the gate into the yard and stared mouth agape at his fallen mother. He and the friend with him dropped their books and rushed over to the stricken woman.
"Don't worry, mom. We'll help you out."
They each took hold of the dog's tail and pulled hard. Slowly, the animal began to slide out from under the skirt. He still strained his snout, however, pointing it toward the succulent pussy from which it was forcibly separated. It emerged like a pointer from beneath Shirley's garment, still jutting its nose in the direction of the fuming cunt and scraping its paws on the ground, tearing at the grass, trying to lunge back to its pleasure licking.
"My, that's the strangest dog I've ever seen!" Shirley said as she quickly got up and ran toward the safety of the stoop.
The two boys continued to hold the dog's tail as the dog's frenzy ebbed and he settled into quiet, closed-eye panting.
"What happened, mom? Did he jump ya?" Alvin said as he and his friend released the dog's tail and ran for the stoop.
The Rackley's dog stood still for a second staring at the trio watching him and then slowly trotted from the yard through the open gate.
"Well, the damn thing was digging holes all over the yard and I just tried to shoo him away. Then he leaped upon me and began attacking me. It was lucky you came home when you did. I wasn't strong enough to get him away myself."
A gleam flashed in Shirley's eye as she watched the dog trot up the Rackley's steps and paw on the door. She couldn't help but notice the large threatening penis that hung beneath its belly and winced in both terror and delight as she thought about how that unharnessed thing must feel.
"I'll tell Judy to keep her dog tied. You could get rabies or something like that. Dogs are such filthy creatures, especially that one. Why they never give it a bath is beyond me." The two boys picked up their books and followed Shirley into the house. "It's Judy's dog and she should take care of it."
Judy was the Rackley's daughter; about as old as Betsy and about as slatternly and sluttish. Alvin hated her. She always teased him about that time she saw him naked when he ran outside one day to escape the wrath of his father. She laughed whenever she saw him and made crude references to the size of his cock. Certainly, Alvin didn't take after his father.
"Mom, I'd like you to meet my friend from school. His name's Tommie."
"Why, hello Tommie," Alvin's mother said, trying to smile at her son's friend. She couldn't help but notice his teased and dyed hair and felt a creeping feeling in her stomach. "He's going to help me with my chemistry experiment for a while. Try not to bother us, okay mom? It might wreck the delicate chemical balance."
Alvin sashayed proudly into his bedroom followed closely by Tommie. Tommie's tight pants, stretched taut against his skin, whooshed together as his thighs brushed. Shirley couldn't help wondering what those luscious red lips of his were used for, but had a funny feeling that interrupting them might disrupt a chemical balance unexplained in chemistry class.
Shirley rushed to the kitchen to finish preparing supper. It was almost time for Bill to be home and she didn't want him to have to wait for his supper. He was always starved when he walked in and raring to eat a big meal. She wondered for a minute where Betsy was so late. It wasn't like her to stay after school.
Shirley cut up the potatoes and carefully mixed the hamburger loaf. The feeling in her pussy had almost ebbed completely now, leaving only a slight nag, which she hoped Bill would cure later that night.
The memory of the black dog plagued her mind as she kneaded the chopped meat and sweating soon broke out on her brow. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden raucous laughter coming from Alvin's bedroom and the sound of a car in the driveway.
"I'm home, honey!" Bill shouted as he bounded up the front steps and into the house. "What's to eat? I'm starved."
"Dinner'll be ready in a few minutes, dear. Why don't you wash up and get Alvin out to the table. He's working on some silly school experiment again."
"Sure, honey," Bill said, giving his wife a peck on the cheek and feeling none of the penis ache he'd felt earlier in the afternoon. He knew it would be a good night for him, one free of pain and filled with sexual fulfillments for all. He pounded on Alvin's door and then pushed it open suddenly.
"Er, dad ...what are you doing here? I mean . . . " Bill had caught Alvin with his pants down sitting on the bed near his friend, Tommie.
"What're you doing in here, Alvin?" Bill said suspiciously, eyeing the mascara around Tommie's eyes.
"Just changing clothes and getting ready to come out to the table, dad. This is my friend, Tommie. Can he eat with us tonight?" Alvin yanked up his pants, catching his father off balance with the invitation for Tommie. Bill didn't want to be inhospitable for no reason.
"Why, ah, sure. There's plenty for everybody, Alvin. What were you doing? Some experiment or something?" Bill was still suspicious. Tommie still looked strange to him and he didn't like Alvin hanging around with sissies.
"Yeah. We were about to begin an experiment, but maybe we'll do it after supper," Alvin said, walking quickly from the room followed by his friend.
"Well," Bill said, heartily slapping Tommie on the back as he passed. "Are you on the football team? Great game, football. I always wanted Alvin to try out, but he never seemed to be interested."
"Well, I...er," Tommie giggled to Alvin who turned to watch him give his answer. "I did try out, but they didn't take me. I do enjoy the sport, though, especially the locker room cordiality."
"Yeah, right," Bill said, uncertain what Tommie was talking about. "Well, I hope you have a big appetite tonight, boys. Mother's cooked up a great mess of food." They approached the table and took seats around it.
"Here it is, boys. Dig in," Shirley said as she brought out the steaming food platters. Tommie and Alvin each took slight portions and stared down at their almost empty plates, giggling at each other. Bill finished up his plate with everything on the table.
"Where's Betsy?" he remarked as Shirley came in from the kitchen to join them.
"I'm sure I don't know," Shirley said. "Have you seen her at school today, Alvin?"
"I saw her after school getting into some guy's car, but I don't know where she went."
"Damn girl! She's getting sassier all the time. She knows she's supposed to be home for supper."
"Take it easy, Bill," his wife said. "She's probably just been held up somewhere. I'm sure she'll be along in a minute or two."
No sooner had she finished speaking than Betsy burst through the front door and into the room. "Gee, I'm sorry I'm late," she said, "but Eddie's car broke down and . . . "
"That's okay," Bill relented, happy to see his beautiful daughter home. She was his pride and joy, someone he bragged to his friends about. Her looks and figure were bound to attract a real man, someone he'd be proud to really call his son-in-law. "Hurry up and wash before everything gets cold."
"I will," the breathless girl shouted as she ran into the bathroom. She shut the door and carefully began removing the grease-stained hand prints from her thigh. Thank god nobody had noticed her flushed face and wrinkled blouse, she thought.
She hurriedly washed and went to her room to change her blouse. She emerged into the living room bright and shiny, fresh as new mowed hay.
The family sat around the table eating quietly, Bill recalling old football tales and downing great quantities of hamburger loaf and potatoes; Shirley sitting small and pert in her chair, obediently listening like a good wife should to her husband; Betsy recalling the wondrous passions just experienced with her new flame, Eddie, the toughest kid with the fastest car in the whole high school; and Alvin quietly giggling under his breath with Tommie and holding hands with him under the table.
CHAPTER THREE
GETTIN' IT ALL TOGETHER
"Oh god, no!" Betsy gasped as she rolled about the front seat of Eddie's hot rod.
The big male had two greasy fingers stuck between her pussy lips, prodding and probing anything in the way. Betsy's legs kicked desperately up at the car's roof, and her body floundered, gripped by severe passion.
She occupied herself thus every afternoon since that first day she'd met Eddie at the car hop near school. His flashy metallic green and chrome hot rod had roared through the parking lot and her heart had been his ever since. He had almost run her over that first time, and as soon as she laid eyes on him, she winked and smiled until he asked to take her home.
That was, for Betsy, the start of a wondrous and sensuous relationship. No other girl in school had such a tough boyfriend as Eddie, and she knew she'd better satisfy him, lest he dump her for someone else.
But Betsy wasn't worried. She had inherited her mother's perfect figure but had bigger tits and was taller. Her beautifully smooth schoolgirl thighs invited every touch and caress and were the envy of every girl and the desire of every boy that laid eyes on them.
"Eddie, oh Eddie!" Betsy continued to gasp as the greasy, long-haired youth slowly bent his mouth to the shivering girl's pussy.
"Enjoy it while you can, baby," Eddie muttered before sinking his mouth into the soft folds of Betsy's fresh cunt.
Eddie liked to treat his women mean and didn't take no shit from them. He liked to arouse them to incredible pitches of passion, however, and then satisfy their cravings by giving them the best orgasms possible.
He didn't get his reputation as the best lover in Hoover High for nothing. With the fastest car in the streets or on the strip, and the toughest fighter and greatest lover around, there was no one that didn't admire him, almost no one, that is.
He was constantly being challenged to fights by blacks at the school and had often called on the help of his many friends to defend against an attack by particularly large black males. And then there were these curious faggy males that always stared at him. Boy, Eddie hated that! How he would love to get a belt and strip those queers naked and strap them!
"Eddie, it feels so good. Eddie!" Betsy gripped Eddie's skull between her thighs, locking his head down close to her pussy.
Her whole pubic area throbbed in ecstatic expectancy. She gripped Eddie's temples harder as she felt herself come close to come time. Then she put her hands on the back of his head and mashed his whole face into her slimy wetness as she broke into spasms of release.
As Betsy lay back in the seat, resting her head on the arm rest, Eddie calmly wiped his mouth. Betsy tasted good to him, sweeter than most girls and leaving no bitter after-taste in his mouth the way cheap tramp-like girls did. He liked Betsy. She had class as far as he was concerned.
"Come on, sit up," Eddie said suddenly, yanking Betsy's skirt down and pulling her close to him with his arm.
Betsy was spent and could only lean against her strong lover. She clutched at his arm while he started his car. The engine roared instantly. Eddie had spent a lot of time on that car, painting it and customizing the car himself. He'd spent months putting on thirty-five coats of lacquer and scouring junk yards for new parts to have chrome-plated and installed. He'd also sunk every last cent he had into that baby and he was hoping it would pay big dividends in the way of some heavy snatch to lay into.
So far, it hadn't done bad. He hadn't gone one day without his necessary supply of pussy. And now that he had Betsy to do what he wanted he didn't have to fool around as much trying to attract cunt. She served him fine.
The three chrome-plated carburetors gleamed in the sun as the big-wheeled baby roared down the street, attracting the eyes of every person on the sidewalks. Eddie was heading toward Betsy's house since it was late in the afternoon and he had to take her home. Betsy leaned lazily on this tough guy, blissfully planning the day when they'd be married.
Eddie roared up to Betsy's house and shut the engine. They had a little time for some heavy necking before she had to go in and eat. He kissed her hard on the mouth and squeezed her big breasts. He reached under her blouse and tried to unsnap her bra.
"Please, Eddie," Betsy gasped, "not here."
"Yes," Eddie murmured as he forced her bra strap, ripping it slightly but not completely. It still held fast.
"Daddy will be home any minute. He'll see," Betsy begged.
"I don't care about him," Eddie blurted.
Nothing was going to deter him from his desires, certainly not some dame's father. He continued to struggle with Betsy's bra strap with one hand while fondling her soft breasts with the other and kissing her hard on the mouth.
Tingling filled the young girl and she felt hard pressed to resist such forceful approaches. Her breasts wanted to be nude under the forceful grip of Eddie's calloused hands and she secretly hoped her bra would give way, yielding the lush things to his grasp.
In a sudden roar, Bill turned his big Pontiac in the driveway, noticing the hot rod in front of his house and noticing the couple inside, clutching onto each other in intense embrace.
He smiled to himself as he strode from his automobile. At last he would meet this latest flame of Betsy's, the one she'd always talked about with her girlfriends on the phone. He was happy that his car showed outward signs of masculinity. He knew Betsy had made a fine catch.
"Hey, what's going on there?" Bill said good-naturedly as he stared into the car at the couple. He didn't notice Eddie's hand so clearly squeezing his daughter's wonderful breasts.
"Dad! I didn't hear you come up. I'd like you to meet my boyfriend, Eddie," Betsy said, quickly straightening her hair and getting out of the car. Eddie stared at the older man but made no move to get out of his car or even reach through the window to shake his hand.
"Well, glad to meet ya," Bill said robustly, thrusting his hand through the open window. Eddie shook it hesitantly, becoming won over by the man's honest smile.
"Likewise," Eddie mumbled.
"Well, Betsy, maybe Eddie would like to have dinner here. I'm sure mother wouldn't mind."
"Naw, that's okay," Eddie said hurriedly. "I got to go now." He started his car quickly and sped away before Betsy could even say good-bye.
"He's very quiet and doesn't like crowds," Betsy explained to her father as they walked into the house together. "He's really a very nice boy."
"Maybe he'd like to come to the barbeque this Sunday. That might be more his style and there'd be plenty of beer there, too. Why don't you invite him?"
"Say, that's a good idea," Betsy said, her eyes lighting up. That would be a good way to get him to meet the family, especially if they were going to get married and all. It sounded like a great idea.
"Hi, honey. What's for dinner?" Bill said as he walked into the kitchen and surveyed the pots on the stove. He noticed that they were all cold and empty.
"Why, uh, pork ...pork chops," Shirley said quickly. Her face was flushed and her hair looked messed up. Standing beside her on the floor furiously lapping a large pail of water was the Rackley's big black dog.
"How come you got that dog here drinkin' water?" Bill said, patting the dog on the back and looking at his wife's flushed face.
"Why, I, ah, he was thirsty. That's it, he was so thirsty that I thought I'd give him a drink. Then maybe he wouldn't be digging in the flowers so."
Shirley smiled sweetly at her husband and walked to the sink to wash her hands. She was nervous and shrugged her shoulders to try and relax. She wondered if Bill would notice any signs of the remarkable job the dog's tongue had just done on her.
"Well, I'm starved, honey. Hurry up, okay?"
"Sure, sweetie," Shirley said, kissing her husband on the lips. "Why don't you relax and read the paper?"
Bill walked from the room and sat in the living room, glancing over the day's news. Shirley patted the dog on the head as he drank and then dashed into the bathroom to wash off her cunt. It felt clammy from the animal's thick saliva.
"Rastas! Rastas!" screamed a female voice near the front door. Suddenly, there was a sharp knock. Bill jumped up to take a look. "Mr. Draper, have you seen Rastas around? He's been gone all afternoon and I think someone might have . . . " As she spoke, the large black dog rushed from the kitchen toward the front door. "Rastas! There you are, you naughty dog. Where've you been all day?"
"Shirley was just giving him a drink, Mrs. Rackley. She thought it might deter him from digging up our flower beds. You know he's always getting into our flowers."
Bill couldn't help staring down the front of Mrs. Rackley's dress as she bent to pat her dog. She was an inordinately pretty woman for someone approaching forty and her breasts still seemed large and full. But somehow, they had a kind of mature look about them that younger women didn't have. Bill felt that this older woman was wise in the ways of life and suddenly felt he'd like to get to know her better.
"I'll try to keep him out of your flowers in the future," Mrs. Rackley said, smiling sweetly at Bill and not failing to notice his brawny handsomeness.
She'd have to get to know her virile neighbor better, she thought as she turned away, her dog closely at her heels. Bill watched her as she moved away, his eyes appraising her straight frame and wagging buttocks. She was a well kept woman, Bill thought, watching the stately female move away. He wondered what it would be like to screw a mature woman, one that had no silliness or crudeness in her, one that knew what she wanted and knew the fine subtleties of sex.
"Who was that, dear?" Shirley said as she walked up to her husband, still standing at the door.
"Oh, just Mrs. Rackley looking for her dog. He ran out to her."
"Well, that's a relief," Shirley lied. "That black mongrel's been bothering me all day."
She walked into the kitchen to begin supper as Bill still stared out the door, nagging urges still haunting his mind, doubts about the adequacy of his sex life filling him. As he stood there, he saw Alvin walking up the sidewalk toward the house with a load of books under his arm. God, how that boy could study, Bill thought as he watched him turn from the sidewalk onto the walkway toward the house.
Alvin looked happy and Bill noticed a new bounce in his step. Perhaps he was going out for football after all, Bill thought.
"Hi dad," Alvin said as he walked into the house past his father. He walked to his room, out of sight of his observant father who'd not seen his new hair-do or extra tight pants that Tommie had lent him.
The Sunday barbeque rolled around quicker than expected, and the Draper's were busy inviting all their friends. Betsy had invited Eddie, who'd consented to come only after she'd assured him that there'd be plenty of beer and that he could bring a friend.
Alvin was bringing Tommie and it was decided to ask the Rackley's to join them. Betsy didn't like the fact that the Rackley's daughter, Judy, was coming because she didn't know the effect she might have on Eddie. She knew that Judy was a complete scamp and would stop at nothing to steal her boyfriend. But with a little luck, Eddie's friend might take to her and relieve Betsy of her worry.
Sunday morning rolled quickly around and Bill scurried about, getting ice for the two cases of beer and making sure the coals would reach peak heat at the proper time.
Tommie had slept over the house the night before. He was walking about the yard close to Alvin, talking to him and smelling the flowers that grew on the well-clipped hedges around the lawn. Betsy waited anxiously by the front door for Eddie to arrive.
"Hi Betsy," Mr. Rackley's voice called out to her as he, his wife, Judy, and their dog, Rastas came up the front steps.
"Oh hi," Betsy said, surprised by them. "Come right in. Everybody's out in the back getting things ready. Hi Judy, I haven't seen you in a wlide."
"I've been busy," Judy said vacantly as the family moved into the house and toward the back door and the smoking barbeque.
Judy was a mysterious girl with a hauntingly beautiful face. She wore only eye make-up and was the talk of the school. Guys said she did it with teachers to get good grades and she was often seen riding on the back of motorcycles with some of the toughest gangs in the city. She didn't have any close friends and almost no one but those guys on the motorcycles knew what she was about.
"Mom and dad are out back," Betsy said to the Rackleys as all of them moved out the back door. "I've got to stay here and wait for guests."
"Hi, how are you?"
"Hi, nice to see you." The Rackleys greeted Bill and Shirley and Rastas immediately ran up to Shirley and thrust his nose up under her skirt.
"Oh, this dog is too much," Shirley giggled, trying to shoo the pesky animal away. "He's such a naughty thing."
"Rastas, get over here!" Mrs. Rackley yelled, grabbing the unruly animal by the scruff of the neck. Shirley felt nervous that the dog couldn't control himself and hoped people wouldn't catch on what they had been doing together.
"Have a beer, Harold," Bill barked, plucking a cold can from the ice-filled basin.
"Thanks, don't mind if I do," Harold Rackley said, guzzling the beer.
Harold was a construction worker and didn't have too much in common with Bill. Bill thought he was too used to taking orders and not standing up for himself and thought him ignorant. It was with condescension that Bill spoke to Harold, asking him about his job and other financial problems.
They both drank a lot of beer, but soon Bill's eyes wandered over to the wondrous Mrs. Rackley, who seemed much too good for such a clod. He stared at her trim, aristocratic figure and was envious. Why couldn't Shirley appear that refined, instead of having her stubby peasant bodv bounce so unceremoniously around? Certainly she was nothing to match Mrs. Rackley's grace.
"Well, I got to tend the fire and get the food ready. Set for some fine steaks?" Bill asked Mr. Rackley as he moved toward the excessively smoking barbeque pit.
"Hot damn! You bet I am," Mr. Rackley said heartily. The thought of thick steak bits bursting in his mouth caused his saliva to run.
Bill poked the hot coals and turned the steaks and ribs that sizzled on the hot grate. Thick curls of black smoke swirled upward from the improperly aired coal bed and swept across into the house immediately behind Bill's. Bill wondered vaguely if the people would complain. He could always invite them over for a steak to placate them, if need be.
Bill served up the steaks to those guests who'd already arrived at the fete. Eddie pulled up on a motorcycle with a friend. The friend was driving and Eddie held on to his motorcycle jacket like a scared rabbit. Betsy was thrilled to see him and clung to his arm as they walked out the back door together into the yard.
The guy who owned the motorcycle was named Chuck and was immediately recognized by Judy, much to the relief of Betsy. But Betsy was disturbed because Eddie seemed uninterested in her. He kept looking around at the people present and drinking can after can of the cold beer.
Bill was happy to see the two rugged looking boys and attempted to engage them in conversation. But they hardly spoke at all, finding pleasure in just standing about the yard looking tough and letting their respective female friends hang on their arms and serve them up platters of food. Then Chuck isolated himself with Judy almost as soon as he arrived, and Eddie kept trying to shrug off Betsy, who lavished him with attention. Eddie's eyes kept wandering over to Alvin and his strangely made-up male friend, who giggled and laughed continuously in one corner of the yard.
"Who's that?" Eddie said curiously to Betsy who clung to his arm.
"Oh, that's Alvin, my brother, and a friend. He's very smart and studies all the time."
"Really?" Eddie said, nodding. "Looks like a fag to me."
"Eddie! How can you say such a thing about Alvin? He's just young, that's all, and doesn't know too much about girls yet. I think he's very handsome," Betsy said proudly.
Eddie nodded and said nothing, continuing to stare with cold eyes at the two innocent boys.
"Well, how are things going with you, Mrs. Rackley?" Bill said nervously.
"Fine, thank you, Bill. Those were marvelous steaks you cooked up. I had no idea you were such a pro at the outdoor grill."
"Oh, it was nothing, really," Bill blushed, wanting to grab Mrs. Rackley and squeeze her about the neck. "If I'd known you lilted outdoor cooking so much, I'd do this more often. You and Harold should stop by the house more. We could play cards, or something."
Bill's eyes kept dropping to Mrs. Rackley's breasts and legs as he spoke. He was unable to control his glancing as the aura of the woman fascinated him. He couldn't understand why a successful man such as himself didn't have such a sophisticated woman to share his bed.
"Maybe we will," Mrs. Rackley said sweetly, crossing her legs and noticing the nervousness with which Bill regarded her.
She liked being able to arouse some guy with her prim and proper manner, someone who became excited over her subtle sexuality, someone unlike her husband, Harold, that crude and loutish boor who lunged at her each evening like a bulldozer and rammed his cock into her oblivious of any of the finer sexual feelings she was capable of arousing.
"Did you ever see the yard or house? Maybe you'll permit me to give you a tour," Bill said grandly, happy to act as the host for such a grand lady. "Come on, I'll show you around the place."
"Well, I. . . " Bill grabbed her arm before she could answer.
A strange new pleasure filled him. He was filled with longing to hug this slim creature to him and felt annoyed at the power of such feelings, especially in the presence of his wife who was unceremoniously wiping the table cloth and bringing fresh platters from the refrigerator. Somehow she seemed like a servant to him and Mrs. Rackley seemed like the real madam of the house.
"This is the yard. Planted the whole thing myself and even built the barbeque pit. Got those plants over there for only eight dollars each, a real bargain. And this porch was also built by me, with the help of a friend. Now in here . . . " Bill disappeared into the house with Mrs. Rackley, his arm entwining hers and a great enthusiasm emanating from him. She also seemed excited and her face was flushed and expectant.
"Yeah, and we beat those guys up real good, haw haw-" Mr. Rackley was engrossed in a grueling conversation with Eddie, in which they were detailing to each other their involvement in bloody fights they'd engaged in, each trying to outdo the other in lurid details of injuries inflicted on those they were fighting.
Betsy sat boredly by, leaning on her elbow and enduring this childish prattle. She hoped Eddie would soon pay some attention to her. He did seem like such a child today, staring at Alvin and scaring him with threats of whippings and then talking like a bully to Mr. Rackley, a notorious thug. And he didn't even seem to mind that Mr. Rackley was staring openly at her, causing her to blush and wonder what was on his mind.
When Eddie excused himself to go and see what Alvin and Tommie were up to behind the barbeque pit, she was left alone with the drunken man to deal with him in any way she knew how. He stared right at her breasts, drooling and talking crudely to her.
"Bill's got quite a daughter," he began, leaning on his elbows and staring straight into Betsy's eyes. "Yessir, if I'd a known you were so pretty, I'd a been over here lotsa times tryin' to see what I could see and get what I could get."
"Well.. . I.. . " Betsy stammered. She'd never been spoken to so directly before.
She appeared to melt away before Mr. Rackley's bold speech and could hardly speak. She was immobilized by this big bruiser's defiant stares and his overpowering brawniness. Certainly, he was as tough as Eddie, if not tougher, but had something that Eddie lacked, the ability to. talk suavely.
While Eddie was a tough and good fighter, he rarely ever uttered more than one word sentences or guttural commands. While Betsy had a great attraction for tough, strong men, she was even more overwhelmed by one who could also speak to her directly, and now found her mind fading out under the direct speech of Mr. Rackley. He was a combination of the toughness she needed to physically satisfy her and the social suaveness she required to make her proud of her man.
"Come on and come with me, honey. I can show you a few things. Did you ever see a real man's muscles? These kids you hang around with aren't nothin'. Common. I'll really show you somethin'. " Mr. Rackley yanked Betsy up as her flesh turned to jelly under his stern grip.
"But Mr. Rackley, I-"
"Now don't worry about a thing, kid. I can take care of everything." He pulled Betsy along after him and proceeded to a remote hedge on the side of the yard. He was excited to be in control of such a beautiful young damsel. Certainly his wife didn't have tits the size of Betsy's and was nowhere near as fair-skinned. Betsy's young round hips strained at the sides of her skirt and he could hardly wait to reach up under there to see what she had to feel.
Betsy suddenly felt her pussy begin to throb and a faint tickling sensation in her breasts. Her knees felt weak and she stumbled along as she was being pulled by this brawny creature. She wondered if Eddie would come along and fight to get her back. But she secretly hoped he wouldn't and that she'd find out what this older, more mature man had to offer.
"What the hell you guys doin' behind there, you queer mother-fuckers!? " Eddie said sternly as he walked behind the barbeque pit and saw Alvin and Tommie standing close to one another and breathing heavily.
They jumped when they heard his voice, and Tommie fumbled about his fly before turning to the threatening figure and experiencing an intense wave of sweet fear at the sight of such a terrifying creature.
"My god, who a-a-are you?" Tommie stammered, holding Alvin close to him. "You won't hurt us, will you? Please, we weren't doing anything. Honest!"
"Shuddap!" Eddie said, glaring at the two timid males. His greasy hair and pock-marked face scared them. His big black boots and heavily muscled arms terrified them. They didn't know what to expect, but knew they were at his mercy and would have no choice but to obey his every directive. "We're goin' into the house, mother-fuckers. I got a little disciplining to do. You guys got to learn to obey. A little spanking and strapping across the buttocks might whip some sense into you guys, for your own good. Let's go!"
"Oh, please don't hurt us," the two boys whimpered in unison.
Alvin looked about the yard helplessly for some member of his family to save him from the terrifying and strangely exciting ordeal which he was facing, but saw no one except his mother luring Rastas to the far side of the yard with a plateful of steak bones. God! Where were those that loved him when he needed them? Now he would be forced to submit to all manner of depravity by this whip-toting degenerate.
As the trio entered the house, Alvin was overcome by the excitement of complete and forced submission that he was about to face. He clutched tightly onto Tommie's hand and felt his velvety cock harden in anticipation of the sweet pain he was about to receive across his sensual rump. They entered Alvin's room and Eddie ordered them onto the bed, shoving them when it appeared they weren't moving fast enough.
"Now I need a big belt," Eddie said. "Common, yank down those trousers. I want to see some fat asses in the air when I'm back and I want my cock sucked. Dig it?"
The two boys quaked in fear as Eddie left the room to search for a belt suitable for the task. He wore none and Alvin informed him that he might find one in his father's bedroom.
Eddie stumbled about in the waning afternoon light that filled the house looking for the belt of pleasure, having completely forgotten about his girlfriend, Betsy, and possessed with a compulsion now that drove him onward, pushing toward the fulfillment of a heretofore thoroughly absurd passion.
CHAPTER FOUR
OVERCOME
"Oh god, no! Please, Bill. You'll never forgive yourself!"
"Yes, I want to. You're the one for me, you know that. Please, no one will know. No one need ever find out about this. Shirley is in the yard somewhere and Harold is drunk. We're completely safe."
Mrs. Rackley felt her resolve giving way under the incessant pleading of her insistent host and was tempted to just give in to his alluring cock without further ado. But she needed further safeguards.
"Lock the door, Bill, and let's hurry!" she said, her eyes widening and her body filling with excitement at the decision she'd made.
Bill released Mrs. Rackley from the embrace in which he had held her for the last fifteen minutes kissing her face and neck and rubbing her small womanly tits in the most competent way he knew how. The tour of the house and yard had ended here in his bedroom where he could no longer restrain himself and had grabbed onto the wavering female in a desperate hope that she would have him.
Bill was a good judge of moods and had, in this case, guessed right about Mrs. Rackley's willingness to go the distance with him and her dissatisfaction with the sex proficiency of her husband. With such a thug making love to her all the time, it was no wonder that she had to specially train Rastas to continue where her husband left off. His brutish cock was no more than a crude humping machine and only the quick and delicate tongue of the well-trained Rastas made her sex life tolerable.
Bill quickly shut the door, neglecting to lock it, and rushed back to the bed where Mrs. Rackley, a very business-like woman, had already begun to take off her dress. Bill stopped to watch her while she efficiently worked; first her dress dropped to the floor and then her slip. She stood in the half light in nothing but her bra and panties and Bill was for the first time able to lay eyes on his exquisite neighbor.
Her figure was straight and true, with narrow hips and beautifully tapering thighs and legs. Her age was starting to show in the slight sag of flesh under her arms and on the backs of her legs. But BUI thought she was beautiful, from the tip of her straight, Anglo-Saxon nose to the tip of her little toe, there was no hint of uncultured blood here.
This female was all grade A strain, from aristocratic blood. It could be seen in her precise movements, polite demeanor, and classic bone structure. There was no thick-boned peasant stock in her family tree.
Bill at once wanted to possess her as one possesses a pedigree dog. Surely this valuable woman had fallen by unlucky stroke of fate into the arms of a lug when she married her husband, someone far below her class and stature. She looked like a misplaced bird, like some great eagle that had fallen from its nest and somehow landed in a nest of crows or storks, a great bird completely out of place in these modest surroundings.
Bill quickly approached her and kissed her hard on the mouth. His heart beat rapidly over the excitement of such good fortune. Surely he could never buy a woman this good in the street and he never in his life thought he'd get to taste the exquisite pleasure of such a refined female.
His hands slipped down the woman's graceful back and moved under her silken panties. Her buttocks felt smooth and clean and Bill probed further down, between her legs into the vast wetness and sweet ecstasy that awaited him there.
"Oh, Mrs. Rackley!" Bill gasped as he felt his conquest. "You're truly beautiful."
Overcome with emotion, Bill immediately sank to his knees and yanked down Mrs. Rackley's panties, sinking his mouth into her demure cunt. Adequate quantities of pussy juice gushed into his mouth, oozing about his teeth and slowly draining down his throat. He poked his tongue into the smooth and well cared for pussy, probing the most sensitive spots of Mrs. Rackley's anatomy.
Mrs. Rackley's response was surprisingly good for a woman used to the rapid movements of an animal tongue in her slit. Pangs of sweet chills swept through her at the continued lapping of Bill's thick and plodding tongue, causing her to sit backward on the bed and lean her head far back in a swoon of delight.
She clutched onto his head and entwined her long, slender fingers in his greasy hair encouraging him to continue his lap. Mrs. Rackley squeezed Bill's face between her tender thighs and scratched his scalp. Bill jutted his tongue into her slime for the final time and then abruptly stood up and began ripping at his clothing, first tearing at his pants and then his shirt.
In a flash, he was nude and leaped on top of the panting and waiting Mrs. Rackley. He threw off her bra and sunk his mouth into the small but soft breasts that protruded gently upward. His head spun as he worked on the satisfying woman, trying to grasp the full wonder and completeness of the feelings that ran through him. His cock hardened into stone and remained jutting into the woman's side, waiting its chance to act.
As the couple was panting delicately on the bed, the door quietly opened and Eddie looked in. Noticing the writhing couple with disinterest, he glanced about for the expected belt.
He spied Bill's belt on the floor where it had been carelessly thrown in his haste to climb onto Mrs. Rackley. He easily retrieved it, exiting the room forthwith. The couple continued their love play on the big soft bed, oblivious of Eddie's quiet entrance and exit.
Eddie moved down the hall and into Alvin's room where the two boys lay on the bed, their buttocks jutting toward the ceiling, bare as bald mountains. Their shirts remained on and they held hands as they lay very still, afraid to move. Eddie slammed the door loudly so the two could immediately know of his return and prepare themselves mentally for the thrashing they were about to receive.
Eddie stared at them while they writhed and whimpered in delight. He raised the belt high in the air and heard a whishing sound as the belt sliced through the air on its downward path toward the goose-bumped asscheeks.
"Oh Harold, oh no! This is all so irregular. I just don't know. What if Eddie . . . "
"I kin take care of that guy," Mr. Rackley slurred as he felt Betsy's nude breasts.
They sat behind the large bush, she with her blouse and bra off and he with his cock jutting from his trousers. An opened half empty beer can stood carefully in the dirt under the hedge within easy reach of Mr. Rackley's calloused hands. He kissed Betsy hard on the lips as he roughly felt her breasts.
Betsy was in a daze. She'd never been approached by such a mature man and couldn't resist anything he wanted to do with her. She was so excited and could barely sit up.
How she wanted to just he in a bed freely with this man and let him take complete advantage of her. But, of course, that was impossible. She must relent here in this dank spot of earth and let him teach her what he would, let him take her to new horizons of passion, horizons which Eddie could never even dream of, let alone strive toward.
"Come on, honey. Lemme take off yer panties."
Harold gruffly moved his hands up under Betsy's skirt and pulled at the pink things affording the only protection of her private parts. Betsy raised her buttocks slightly so the panties could slip off with no trouble and shut her eyes tightly as the fresh air whipped under her skirt and chilled her slit. Pussy juices began oozing from it in expectation of the big and gnarled hands that she knew would soon be probing her there.
Betsy clutched onto Mr. Rackley's neck as she felt his fingers begin to slide up the smooth skin of her legs, the legs she had so carefully tanned at the beach last summer to give her the prettiest legs in the school.
They felt delicious now, tingling all over as the rough hands scraped their smoothness, moving unhesitantly toward her budding snatch. She struggled closer to the big man, moving her legs wider apart and thrusting them around each side of him, against his hips as the fingers neared the focus of her sexual senses. She felt like she was not only learning new things about sex that she'd never get from the "children" from school, but, more importantly, she felt that she was finally moving up from the dumb animal sex of Eddie to something more human.
She felt content to be here with this man, as if it was a natural progression in her sexual development and a necessary stop on her way toward the type of man she thought she deserved.
Thoughts of Eddie fleetingly shot across her mind and her thoughts of marriage with him evaporated as the big stubby fingers suddenly thrust into her pussy, evoking an enormous delight throughout her. She grabbed onto the large, heavily-veined cock and yanked it desperately as Harold shoved two fingers as far into the girl as they would go.
Harold's cock throbbed during this delightful sex diversion. Certainly, this sweet young thing was less demanding than his wife and more responsive, too. How satisfying it was to be with someone who appreciated his sex technique and became delirious over his every caress. How relaxing sex was with this yielding young damsel.
He kissed her on the mouth and his cock surged with new power as he felt her mouth soften in honest response to his probe of her palate. He surged his hands around to the girl's firm buttocks and pulled her closer to him so that she was actually straddling his thighs. He maneuvered his bone-hard cock up toward her until it touched the black soft pussy hairs that so abandonly grew above her slit.
Betsy stiffened when she felt the stiff cock against her and knew it would only be a short time before the giant thing was thrust up inside her. She wriggled against the man, wrapping her legs about his waist. She could hardly wait and even began kissing Mr. Rackley back, hard on the lips and rubbing her naked, large breasts firmly against his soiled shirt.
Mr. Rackley leaned backward against the bush, preparing now to ease the wonderful girl up into his flaming passion rod. She felt so smooth and ready to him as his hands continued to glide about under her dress, alternately probing deep within her very pussy tunnel and around the smooth cool skin of her ass.
In the back of the yard, Shirley could faintly be heard calling to Rastas, trying to lure him behind the barbeque pit with steak bones. For some reason, Rastas wasn't budging. He'd approach Shirley, eye the bones, and then cautiously look around to see who was watching. This well-trained animal was too smart to try anything funny while his mistress was around.
He looked around carefully to see if Mrs. Rackley was anywhere about and then slowly moved toward Shirley. She had been trying to get him alone with her for the last half hour and finally it looked like he was convinced his mistress was nowhere in sight.
Shirley wondered vaguely where everyone had disappeared to. She'd been busy cleaning up and serving food and it suddenly seemed that no one was around but her and Rastas. And she couldn't resist taking advantage of the situation. It wasn't often that she and Rastas had a chance to be alone together. Rather than worry about where all the guests had gone, she had taken to getting Rastas to pay attention to her.
"Come on, Rastas. Come on, boy," she called softly, holding the tangy steak bones out in front of the animal.
Rastas stopped in his tracks and just stared at the woman. "What's wrong with you today?" Shirley demanded loudly.
Heretofore, Rastas had always been very forward and had accosted her to get his whiskered snout beneath her dress and into her pussy. What was wrong now?
Shirley threw down the steak bone in frustration and, as soon as it hit the ground, Rastas lunged behind the barbeque pit with tremendous gusto, his tail wagging furiously.
"My land! You didn't want that steak bone at all," Shirley said, startled. "It was just obscuring my scent, wasn't it?"
Shirley leaned against the back of the still warm barbeque pit and lifted her dress so Rastas could go to work. His nose nuzzled her pussy and nipped at her panties. Shirley yanked them off, wanting Rastas to get a good shot at her with his curled tongue.
Rastas grabbed the discarded panties in his mouth and immediately tore them into shreds, swallowing bits and pieces. Then he leaped up onto Shirley, pushing his cold nose between the very flabby skin folds of her outer labia and injecting his super long tongue in rapid strokes deep into her pussy.
"Oh, Rastas!" Shirley exclaimed, immediately overwhelmed by the great competence of the animal's tongue.
She'd never experienced something as forbidden as this and it tantalized her endlessly. Surely this was the most erotic form of stimulation, even though she could conceive of nothing more base.
It proved to her that the more forbidden a sexual desire, the more thrilling it was. She felt that she was finally experiencing her truest and most natural sexual feelings and was at last giving vent to long repressed sexual needs.
She slid to the ground and lay flat on her back, jutting her legs up around the dog's sleek-furred head. She lay there panting, staring up at the slowly darkening sky as Rastas licked rapidly away, his tail wagging furiously behind him.
"Ohh," Bill groaned as he slipped his cock into the well-greased pussy of Mrs. Rackley.
It went in effortlessly and he slowly stroked it back and forth, savoring the wonderful silken lining of her slick pussy. He could even feel his cock expand into her smooth walls, answering the minute muscle contractions that seemed to continually ripple throughout Mrs. Rackley's cunt. A truly wonderful sensation, Bill thought, never quite having experienced anything like this in his entire life.
Such control the woman had, and such finesse! Certainly she'd studied or practiced sexual techniques carefully throughout her life and came to exercise the most precise control over each of her many inner muscles that made up her pussy area. Thus, not only was she able to experience the most exquisite bliss during sex, but was also able to contribute rare delights to her sex partner by exercising the many muscles under her control to squeeze with just the right pressure at just the right times. Like a million little fingers, Bill felt his cock begin to respond to the refined muscled massage.
"Bill, you're wonderful," Mrs. Rackley confessed as she moved easily under him, rising slightly to meet the slow thrusting of his thick penis. It felt good inside her, moving slowly and deliberately.
Harold had never been this careful with her, taking time to insure her complete satisfaction. This was, indeed, a rare treat for Mrs. Rackley also, who never had the proper attention from her legal mate.
"Keep it slow, Bill. I like it like that."
"Yes," Bill answered, very receptive to any of this refined damsel's wishes.
He moved his cock even slower and felt himself moving into new realms of delightful feelings, feelings that he'd never known were there to be felt. Everything was in slow motion and colors danced before his eyes. Slow ripples of passion radiated out from his cock and seemed to infest themselves in every inch of flesh.
"Faster now, Bill. Do it faster!" Mrs. Rackley said suddenly, as she began to gyrate more widely now, lifting her hips high in the air and squeezing more rapidly with her many delightful sex muscles. "I want to do it now!" she continued, scratching Bill's back with her long nails.
"Yes, yes," Bill gasped. "So do I!"
He pumped harder, ramming his slippery cock in and out of Mrs. Rackley's hole while she carefully rose to meet him. Their movements continued faster and faster until they were in a whirlwind of motion, going at lightning speed, Bill plunging his dick all the way to the hilt.
"Ohh, I feel it coming! It's coming," Mrs. Rackley panted, now scratching Bill's neck and nibbing her sensitive breasts against his hairy chest.
Suddenly, she held her breath after one long and sustained gasp and raised her buttocks into the air, holding it there with Bill balanced on top.
Tender dick-scrunching spasms swept through her pussy area and Bill felt them firmly grip his dick. They were tender things, not the crunching dick busters that Shirley had or even that wench of a secretary at the stationery store, but nice, respectable ones.
Bill pumped his cock a few more times and squirted his supply of sperm into the lady, making her twitch and sending a few more lingering spasms through her. They both lay on the bed emitting huge sighs as they recovered their strength and thought about how to explain their absence from the barbeque.
Down the hall, the sharp snaps and cracks of the belt had ceased. Alvin and Tommie lay lovingly on the bed. They had given Eddie the most wonderful blow job he'd ever gotten from man or beast and he was busy buttoning up his pants. He sat on a chair and watched the pair of young full-buttocked males. What pleasure they had given him! Why he had not done this sort of thing before, he certainly didn't know.
It was much better than having broads do it to you, and far less messy. No leaky stuff to stain the seats and no smelly after odor to foul the inside of his hot rod for months afterward. He'd have to make sure he stayed in good with Betsy, at least so he could have easy access to this whippable brother of hers.
Eddie stared at Alvin again and noticed how red and round his lips were, just perfect size for a large penis to fit into and perfect for puckering around an organ to give it maximum stimulation. He sat in a daze, slowly recovering strength to look for Betsy. He wondered what she'd been doing in his absence.
"Oh god, Mr. Rackley, I feel it! It's so big! I can hardly stand it!" Betsy squirmed in painful delight as Mr. Rackley slid his long cock into Betsy's young pussy as she straddled him in the dirt beneath the hedge.
"Take it easy, honey. It'll feel just fine if you let it," Harold said, savoring the smoothness of the young girl's fresh pussy.
"Ahh," Betsy sighed, as the thing reached full into her, seeming to touch the very end of her tunnel. She locked her legs about the husky man, adjusting her pussy so the cock fit in at a better angle. "This feels wonderful. Ohh, hold me tight!"
"Anything you say, honey," Harold Rackley replied drunkenly, pulling Betsy by the buttocks closer to him and trying to shove his cock even further in.
He kissed her bare and beautiful neck as she wriggled on him, maneuvering the man's penis around in her and rubbing her sensitive clit on the top portion of his hairy tool.
"You are a smooth baby, aren't you," Mr. Rackley said as he felt his cock sliding easily around to the young woman's pussy.
It felt so fresh and clean compared to his wife's. Hers had always felt so clammy, like it was full of dog saliva, or something. This thing was slick and comfortable. And she smelled nice, too. While the aroma was strong, at least it wasn't unbearable, and at least it reeked of sex and not of strange foul-smelling fish. --
Harold hugged the fair young thing close to him and felt her breast as she jiggled up and down on his legs, forcing his cock to move in and out of her wonderful pussy. What smooth young breasts! So firm and large, with lots of resilience left in them, just perfect for fondling and sucking. She was going to have a lucky baby some day.
Mr. Rackley held Betsy very tightly as he felt her begin to stiffen and move up and down faster and faster upon him. As her movements quickened, he also felt his cock begin to tingle and the tip enlarge, ready to explode in a fury of spurting.
"Ohh!" Betsy groaned in a frenzy as she squeezed Mr. Rackley tightly by the neck.
Her eyes were shut and she concentrated completely on the wonderful sensation running through her, generated by the hard organ thrusting inside her. Then her legs first began to stiffen and her toes curled, her head dropped back and her mouth opened, her eyes rolled back in her head. A monstrous pussy convulsion seized her middle and racked the rock-hard cock, the crunching spasms.
Wave after wave swept through the girl, driving her to peaks of ecstasy. Mr. Rackley enjoyed the throbbing pussy, having a great stimulating effect on his cock. It too exploded in a frenzy of motion, answering the female spasms that just preceded it with rippling spasms of its own.
Great gobs of contruction worker sperm shot into the girl, warming her and making the after effects of her orgasm all the more wonderful.
They held each other close as they each panted, trying to recover their breath and energy from such violent sexual seizures. Neither was used to such stimulating and fulfilling sexual activity and neither expected to be so exhausted. They clutched onto each other, Betsy resting her head on the big man's shoulder, and Mr. Rackley leaning his head against the hedge trunk.
Shirley's pussy became filled with great tingling as Rastas's untiring tongue continued its chore. She lay on her back behind the barbeque pit as the sun began to set and darkness came slowly on. She felt good lying on the soft grass with nothing to worry about except the pleasure the black dog was giving her.
Even the threat of someone stumbling upon her as she lay there seemed not to concern her. She was so grateful to Rastas that when she felt her pussy begin to tingle and throb in the old familiar way, she wished there was something she could do to repay him for the unrivaled pleasure he'd given her.
She shut her legs, forcing Rastas's snout from between them. She grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pulled his head up close to her face.
"Oh Rastas, you wonderful animal. Where did you learn such delightful technique? Did you come from some far off country where they taught you secret things?"
Shirley kissed the dog's nose and wet mouth, forcing her tongue in between his long sharp teeth and tasting the very inside of his pink mouth. What a thrill that was. His whole mouth felt so hot and his teeth so strong and sharp. She was never more aware of the awesome sexual power of animals as she kissed the thing, running her tongue over his rows of sharp, jagged teeth.
She stroked his back and as she did so noticed a long pink penis jut from its protective black skin covering. An overpowering feeling forced her face lower. She slid under the animal and let the cock hang right above her mouth. In a move of desperate passion and gratitude, she slurped the pink penis into her mouth like a piece of wet spaghetti and lovingly sucked the thing until she noticed Rastas's back begin humping motions. She knew she was satisfying the animal and hoped that she was doing as good a job to him as he did to her. After all, he deserved the finest satisfaction.
Rastas's snout parted and he started to gasp and pant as his humping became more exaggerated and his back bent into a sharp bow. Uttering high piercing sounds alternating with guttural pants, he shot a glob of gray sperm up into Shirley's palate. The hot stuff stuck there for an instant before Shirley realized what had happened and then the bitter tasting stuff drained down the sides of her mouth and onto her tongue. She swallowed it quickly, feeling slightly ill and let her head rest on the grass.
Rastas stepped over the woman and sat down, beginning to lick his cock, cleaning it and soothing it with his own well-trained tongue.
CHAPTER FIVE
SPASMODIC DELIGHTS
"It's getting late," Mrs. Rackley said as she hurriedly put on her panties and bra. "I hope they didn't miss us."
"I'm sure they didn't even know we were gone," Bill said, putting on his shoes and trying to watch his new lover dress at the same time. "I could sure use a beer, though. I hope there's some left. Those other guys were drinkin' it like it was going out of style. I really worked up a powerful thirst with you, Mrs. Rackley. You gave me quite a workout."
Bill's cock felt wonderfully refreshed now as opposed to the tired rundown feeling it usually had after screwing. Certainly this was one of the most wonderful and satisfying sexual experiences he'd had in his whole life. He felt vigorous and healthy and gave Mrs. Rackley a big kiss while she was just finishing the last buttons on her dress.
"Please, Bill. Control yourself. We have to keep our dignity." Mrs. Rackley wiped her mouth and continued dressing. She brushed her hair carefully and smoothed her dress. "I guess I'm set."
"Then let's go," Bill said, opening the door for her, grinning broadly. The pair strode into the hall past Alvin's shut door. "Do you hear anything? I could have sworn I heard some moans coming from Alvin's room."
Bill stopped at the door and listened carefully. He held up his pants with his hands as he was unable to locate his belt. He stood there holding his pants and heard no further sounds.
"I guess it was my imagination," he laughed to Mrs. Rackley, who stood in the living room patiently waiting for him.
Bill was irritated about having carelessly lost his belt. Surely in the heat of passion and in his uncontrollable desire to sink his cock into Mrs. Rackley he had flung it in some far corner of the room. No doubt Shirley would come across it when she cleaned the next day.
"Gee, I don't see anyone around," Mrs. Rackley said, peering out into the back yard. "Everything appears so quiet."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Bill agreed, looking toward the yard and seeing it bare. He opened the door a crack and Rastas bounded in.
"Rastas!" Mrs. Rackley shouted, happy to see her pet. "Where've you been? Where is everybody?"
Rastas wagged his tad and licked Mrs. Rackley's face affectionately, ashamed that he'd been unfaithful to her. But Mrs. Rackley couldn't tell. He seemed the same as always, as good as ever.
"I think I'll head home and see if my husband and Judy are there. I can't imagine where else they could have gone."
"Wait," Bill said quickly, rushing over to the woman and embracing her. "When will I see you again? We can't just leave like this. We've got to plan something. I can't stand the thought of not feeling myself lying next to you very soon."
"I'll have to think about it, Bill," Mrs. Rackley whispered, petting Rastas on the head. "We have to plan this very carefully, you know. If Harold or Shirley should ever find out-"
"Oh no, that mustn't happen!" Bill said, kissing his new lover fiercely on the mouth and injecting his tongue firmly between her teeth. "I'll get in touch with you secretly. I'll put a note beneath Rastas's collar or something. I'll arrange everything so we have the utmost privacy and secrecy."
"I'll be expecting your note," Mrs. Rackley gasped, pulling her mouth away from Bill's. "I've got to go now." She struggled from his grasp and ran out the front door, Rastas following her close behind.
Bill watched her leave, his cock half-heartedly swelling in his pants. He emitted a long sigh and headed out the back door to see what had become of the barbeque. He yanked his loose pants up over his hips as he stepped into the cool evening air.
"I've got to get out of here," Eddie said as he heard the doors slam in the living room. "But I'll be back, you understand?" he said threateningly, waving the lost belt menacingly in the air toward the boys.
They each swallowed hard and said nothing, still tasting the bitter taste of come in their mouths. They each had large red welts on their rear ends and felt deliriously terrified at the disciplining they had each received.
Alvin particularly enjoyed this new form of sex where he was forced to obey his master. He secretly hoped Eddie would be back very soon and hoped Betsy would retain him as her boyfriend. He knew he had to have more of this exquisite torture love.
"We-e-e understand," Alvin stuttered, turning his head to look at the leather stud.
"Be ready for me. I may come when you least expect it," Eddie said, opening the door and peering out.
It was imperative that he leave the room unseen. He couldn't have Betsy see him coming from there and he didn't want Alvin's parents to bow or suspect anything. He couldn't wait to brag to Chuck, however. He knew Chuck would be insanely jealous.
Eddie tip-toed into the hall and when he heard the back door close, he moved quickly to the front door and out into the street. He walked to Chuck's motorcycle which stood parked at the curb and waited. He wondered where Chuck was and why everything seemed so quiet. The house was dark and there was not a sound to be heard.
"I got to go," Mr. Rackley said to Betsy who clung desperately to his neck.
"No, I need you. I want more," she begged him, rubbing her pussy against his now limp cock, still straddling his legs.
She had quickly regained her strength and didn't want the big guy to leave. She just had to have more and didn't care who knew about it.
"Fer chrissake, keep quiet!" Mr. Rackley whispered intently, afraid that someone would overhear her pleas. "I'll make it up to ya another time, don't worry."
"I don't think I can wait," Betsy begged, kissing the man's cauliflowered ears.
The cool evening air chilled her nude upper half and millions of goose bumps broke out all over her breasts causing her nipples to harden seductively. Harold brushed them with his hand and Betsy shivered against him.
"I'll get in touch with you and meet you again in a more suitable place. Don't worry, I like you a lot. I'll do it with you. I'll do it all the time you want," Bill said. "I got to get going. My wife's going to be wild if I don't get out to her. She's probably having a fit."
Mr. Rackley gently pushed Betsy back off him and she lay back in the dirt, her head falling near the brick side of the house. He ducked out from under the hedge and tucked his cock securely in his pants, looking around to see if anybody was about. There was nothing to be seen except Betsy's legs sticking out from under the bush and the dimming sun on the horizon.
He darted around the side of the yard toward his own house, certain that his family had given him up for lost and left without him. He thought about the sexual experience he'd just had with his neighbor's daughter and knew he'd have to perpetuate it. It was a great relief to have someone young and appreciative to jab his cock in when he needed to. Yes, he'd have to continue to keep things going with Betsy. She was a nice kid.
"Hi there, Mr. Rackley," Eddie said as he saw the big man sneaking out from the side yard. "Where's everybody? You seen Chuck?"
"Oh, ah, hi there, Eddie," Mr. Rackley said uneasily, remembering that Eddie was Betsy's boyfriend, or at least her previous boyfriend. "Gee," he said thoughtfully rubbing his chin, "I haven't seen anybody around. I don't know where everyone went to. I just fell asleep from too much beer, I guess, and when I awoke everybody was gone. I'm going to check my house. I guess the wife and the kids just let me be and went on home."
"Yeah, well, if you see Chuck, tell him to get going. I'm waiting for him to get a ride."
"Yeah, I'll tell him." Mr. Rackley hurried over to his house and went in. He noticed the light on in the kitchen.
"Hi, dear. Where did you go?" he said as he saw his wife giving Rastas a pail of water.
"Me? What about you? I thought you went and left me. And where's Judy? Have you seen her?" Mrs. Rackley stared at her husband and noticed the dirt and leaves on the back of his pants. "What happened? Been rolling around on the grass?"
"Ah, yeah, I just took a little nap. Too much beer, I guess. Say, did you check Judy's room? I thought I saw a light on in there," Mr. Rackley said, changing the subject as fast as possible.
"Are you sure? Funny, I didn't hear anything."
Both Mr. and Mrs. Rackley slowly walked toward their daughter's bedroom and listened intently before trying the door knob. It was unlocked and opened to reveal a disgustingly debaucherous scene: Judy and Chuck were both lying nude on the floor, totally unconscious, and the room was filled with the sweet, nose-turning odor of hash smoke.
The two parents gasped in horror before Mrs. Rackley let out a piercing cry of disbelief. Mr. Rackley was too stunned to move and could only watch as Chuck leaped up, grabbed his leather duds, and ran nude into the street.
"Judy! My god, this is horrible! How could you do such a thing!" Mrs. Rackley screamed, holding her face. "How could you disappoint me so!"
"Please, mother. I can explain," Judy said, jumping up and throwing on her robe.
Traces of smoke still rose from the large and ornate water pipe still sitting in the middle of the room. Mr. Rackley stood terrified in the hall, afraid that the smoke remnants would waft in his direction, enter his nostrils, and completely disrupt his thought processes for weeks to come.
"He did it all. It was all that boy's fault. He brought that strange stuff here and I completely lost my mind! I didn't know what I was doing. You've got to believe me!"
"Judy, it's so hard to take. Did he hurt you? Should we call the police? This is all very distressing," Mrs. Rackley said, walking into the room and sitting on her daughter's bed.
"Uh, no, that wouldn't be a very good idea. It would cause, uh, too much commotion and maybe get our names in the papers. We wouldn't want to do that. I'll just stay away from him. I wouldn't want anything like this to happen again."
"Oh, my poor dear! It must have been just terrible for you," Mrs. Rackley said, hugging her daughter in consolation. Mr. Rackley ventured slowly into the room looking about.
"If I ever see that guy again I'll tear him from limb to limb," Mr. Rackley assured his daughter, trying to comfort her in the knowledge of his protection.
Mr. and Mrs. Rackley both hoped this orgy would not ruin her mind for years to come and that she would still be able to keep a healthy outlook on sex and life. Judy appeared calm, however, and in control of her senses and her parents felt relieved. It was not every girl who could be the victim of a sexual assault and still emerge mentally healthy and able to involve herself in normal competitive sex.
"Please leave. I'd like to get dressed now," Judy said to her parents.
"Yes, dear," Mrs. Rackley said, taking her husband by the arm and walking into the hall.
Judy quickly ran to the window to see if she could signal to Chuck before he roared away on his cycle. She threw open the window just in time to see the flame shoot out the exhaust pipe and hear the roar of the 750 cc. engine as it blasted down the street with two male figures on it. She sighed and closed the window, pulling the shade down carefully so none of the neighbors could watch as she flung off her robe and proceeded to put on her jeans.
Bill walked about the darkening yard, seeing nobody, and, much to his delight, finding plenty of beer still on ice. He opened one and gulped it half down before remembering about his wife, daughter, and guests.
With the half-filled can still in his hand, he began a leisurely stroll around the yard to unravel the mystery of the disappearing guests. Seeing what looked like shredded paper near the barbeque pit, Bill moved toward it, thinking he would investigate. As he neared the phenomenon, he noticed a pair of legs sticking out from behind the pit and immediately recognized them as his wife's.
"Shirley! What happened? What's going on here?" Bill said, getting very excited and running behind the barbeque pit to find his wife comfortably asleep on the moist grass.
"Huh . . . ? What-"
"What happened, Shirley? Are you okay?" Bill repeated, kneeling beside his wife and eyeing the shredded cloth near her feet. He was unable to recognize the mess as his wife's panties.
"Oh, nothing," Shirley said, sitting up quickly and pulling down her dress. "I-I must have fallen asleep. Where were you? I didn't see you around and I, ah, I became bored."
"Well," Bill hesitated, "I just went into the house for a second. I, ah, was wondering where you were. In fact, everybody was. We didn't see you around for the last few hours."
'Too much beer and activity for me, I guess," Shirley laughed uneasily, standing up and stretching.
"What's that?" Bill said, stooping to pick up panty remnants, examining them carefully, and then dropping them carefully.
"Gee, I don't know," Shirley said, feigning puzzlement. "Rastas must've ripped something up. You know how that dog is, always getting his nose into something."
"Yeah, he is a disgusting animal," Bill concurred. "Where's Betsy? I haven't seen her."
"Probably off with that friend of hers. I wouldn't worry about it. You know how girls are at that age. They like to be alone with their beans. She'll show up."
Bill and Shirley strolled arm in arm toward the house, picking up empty beer cans and discarding hot dog buns and steak bones from the lawn as they went. They moved into the house and switched on some of the lights.
"Where's Alvin? Don't tell me he's gone, too," Bill said suddenly, his voice rising. "I can never trust that kid. There's no telling where he is. And he was with that weird friend of his, too. I knew I shouldn't have let him bring that creep here. There was something strange about the character from the beginning. He's probably turning Alvin's head away from girls and toward those silly school books and physics experiments.
I knew this would happen."
Bill stormed to Alvin's room and threw open the door in a rage. His face turned purple when he observed the scene before him: Alvin and Tommie both lying on the bed with their buttocks exposed, each waiting motionless for what they thought would be Eddie's imminent return. Surely this sudden intrusion into the room was Eddie, returning to thrash them anew.
"What the hell is going on here?! " Bill screamed in a rage.
Tommie leaped up, too surprised for words, grabbed his clothes, and ran out of the house. Alvin stood up quickly, unable to hide the bruises on his rear.
"What did that guy do to you?" Bill demanded, picldng up his belt from the floor where Eddie had dropped it.
"Oh, ah, it was just terrible," Alvin lied. "He stole your belt and then beat me when I wouldn't give him the answers to the chemistry quiz." Alvin quickly yanked on his pants as he spoke. "And I felt so dizzy that I couldn't even scream. I was helpless and cried out, but no one seemed to hear me. It was all too wretched for words."
"Well, if I ever lay eyes on that guy again, I'll break him in half. I thought he was some kind of pervert from the start. Don't ever talk to that guy again, do you hear?"
"Sure, dad. Just let me get my pants on and.. . "
"No need to rush. Mother and I will be in the living room. Come on out and have a talk with us when you're ready."
Bill quietly left Alvin's room, happy to have possibly saved his son from a life of perverseness. He felt accomplished and thought that he'd finally turned Alvin on to the right path by being stern with him at the proper time. There was no telling to what depths he'd have sunk had he not been caught in this drastic situation and his head been set straight. Surely this would be the turning point in Alvin's life. From here on out he'd be on his way to true manhood.
Alvin quickly rushed to the window as his father walked out of the room. He just had to say good-bye to Tommie. He threw it open just in time to see two nude males rolling on the ground together, and one of them was Tommie! He could hardly believe his eyes as he thought himself betrayed by his close friend.
He looked again and saw Eddie plead with Tommie's nude partner as he got up onto the cycle, neglecting even to dress. The big nude, rough looking male yanked Tommie onto the seat behind him and started the cycle with a roar of flame and blast of exhaust. It tore off down the street, as Eddie stood helplessly on the sidewalk watching it disappear.
Alvin's heart jumped as he saw Eddie standing alone there. Certainly he was more exciting than Tommie. Alvin pulled the window shut and the shade down, hoping secretly that Eddie would sneak back to strap him once more that night. Alvin felt better as he realized he was still so close to that terrifying creature of love.
The roar of the cycle brought Betsy back from her dream world. She sat up suddenly and felt chilly. She still lay without her blouse and her tits felt frozen. She felt around for it in the dark night and found it near the trunk of the bush. She hastily slipped it on and then stood, stretched, and began walking to the front yard to check out the noise.
She thought lovingly of Mr. Rackley and the wonderful afternoon they'd had together. Images of his cock floated through her mind and she knew she'd have to have him again very soon. Already her pussy was aching for him.
Betsy heard the window of Alvin's room shut abruptly above her as she rounded the corner of the house and saw Eddie standing forlornly, looking dejectedly down the street.
"Eddie, what's the matter? What are you doing here? I thought you'd have gone by this time," Betsy said, rubbing her eyes and forgetting that Eddie was supposed to be her boyfriend.
"Chuck just took off on the cycle," Eddie said, forgetting that he was supposed to be Betsy's true love. "Now I got no way to get outta this place. I'll have to take the bus. Ya got any change?"
"Sure, Eddie. Let me just go into the house and get it," Betsy said, strolling up the steps.
Both she and Eddie had suddenly lost their feelings for each other in light of the new and wonderful love affairs they'd each experienced that afternoon. Somehow, Eddie couldn't conceive of himself lying with Betsy any more after the satisfying experience of forcing Alvin to do his bidding. And Betsy had other male cock on her mind. Eddie was as foreign to her now as all the tea in China.
"Betsy, where've you been?" Shirley said to her daughter as she entered the living room.
"Ah, with Eddie, mom. I just have to walk to the bus stop with him now."
Betsy hurried into her room before her mother got more nosey and noticed the dirt on her skirt and thighs. Surely she would guess what had been going on. She quickly rifled her desk to get the proper change and hurried back outside to Eddie. Alvin strode into the living room just as Betsy had gotten outside. He overheard his parents speaking.
"See, I told you," Shirley said with an intensely satisfied air. "She was with Eddie. Did you see the leaves and grass stuck to her legs and arms? At least we know we have a healthy daughter. She'll attract a fine man, a real man."
"Yes," Bill agreed, happy to know that his daughter was engaged in natural, healthy activities. "Eddie is a good boy, as tough as they come. Betsy sure knows how to pick 'em."
Alvin was puzzled and wondered who and what they were talking about. He scratched his head and walked to the door, looking out to see his sister and Eddie start off to the bus stop. His heart sank as he knew Eddie wouldn't be back that evening. But he knew that he'd see Eddie again soon. He knew that after doing what he did to him, his sister would no longer suffice for his sexual urges. Eddie would seek him out. Alvin was sure of it, so sure that he wasn't even jealous of his sister.
Alvin swallowed hard and turned to his parents. He was sure that they would quiz him as to the earlier activity in his room, but much to his surprise, not a word was mentioned.
His father spent much time slapping him on the back and telling him crude stories and old football tales. Alvin felt that his father's discovering him like he did had the effect of freeing him, of causing his father to think he was on the road to manhood, to proper manhood. Alvin felt good about that. He felt free for the first time in his life.
Suddenly, he did feel like a man, an independent man, and liked his father for treating him with respect, worthy of relating personal experiences to. Alvin felt happy that his father was being honest to him. He even slapped his father on the back a few times, feeling the man's steel flesh. Uncontrollably, however, thoughts of Eddie's terrifying cock flooded his mind.
Alvin asked to be excused early, to go to bed and dream about his new find. Being treated like a man was a wonderful thing. Now he would be able to come and go without suspicion and with the complete trust of his family. They would never suspect. Now he could come on strong with the family and in his secret moments together with his master he could cringe in the delicious terror and pain of the lash and whimper in complete submission to his lover.
"And she had the biggest tits I ever saw. I tell you, you wouldn't believe it!"
"Come on, Bates. You always say that. Every time we're in here you got a story about another dame," Ernie said, taking a long drink from his beer stein.
"You callin' me a liar? I tell ya I seen 'em. They were as big as coconuts. Of course I could fix you up with her for a price. Not too expensive, but well worth anything she would make you pay. Me, of course, I get a special rate. Since I see her a lot and am a good friend, I. . . "
"Listen, guys," Bill said excitedly, interrupting the usual tits and ass conversation with an air of seriousness. "I think I'm going to buy another truck and hire someone to drive for me. That's a great idea, don't you think? I'm on my way to a trucking empire."
"Aw, you're crazy," Bates said. "Ever since last week you been talkin' crazy like that. You ain't going to do anything like that. You got to be smart and have money. Lots of guys go broke tryin' to make it in businesses. You got to be careful not to expand too fast or over expand. You got to have the customers. You can't go off half-cocked."
Bill was in another world, ignoring all frustrating talk around him, ignoring the pessimistic attitudes. He had to have a truck fleet of his own. He had to have the prestige needed to give Mrs. Rackley's pussy the place in society it deserved. He had to be owner of a huge fleet and be respected by all so he could accept Mrs. Rackley in a manner in which she should have been accustomed.
"Yeah," Bill continued, ignoring Bates' advice. "I'm going to do it. I have plenty of work. Christ, I have to turn them away. I'm going to be a rich man. Just wait and see."
Thoughts of Mrs. Rackley's wonderful body crossed his mind and he was getting desperate to see her again. But he had to have his plan set more concretely so he could feel completely right for her, so he wouldn't feel unworthy of her charming flesh.
Bill was planning his fleet carefully. Already he was looking around for trucks to buy and carefully saving money. No more excessive beer drinking with the boys, no more thirty-cent cigars, no more extravagant tie buying. This would be the culmination of his final dream.
"I got to go now, boys," Bill said suddenly, standing up and throwing a dollar bill down on the table.
"Wait a minute. Where're ya rushing off to?" Bates asked, offended at Bill's abrupt departure.
"I got to get home. I want to tell my wife about my truck fleet idea." Bill felt he just had to tell someone.
He would then slip a note under Rastas's collar instructing Mrs. Rackley about where to meet him during the coming week. It would be then that he'd break the exciting news to her. He knew she'd melt at the thought of him becoming a trucking baron and would feel him worthy of her.
Bill rushed out of the bar and sped home to Shirley who as usual was waiting up for him. He burst through the door and rushed over to her. She was sitting in a large, soft chair watching TV
"I'm going to be a rich man, honey!" Bill yelled, grabbing his wife and hugging her.
It'd been a week since he'd seen Mrs.
Rackley and even though the thought of her had been burning a hole in his mind, he kept up his sexual behavior with his wife. He stdl loved her, but knew she couldn't compare with his luscious neighbor. He still enjoyed screwing her as one enjoys giving sexual satisfaction to a poor unfortunate unable to appreciate the real joys of
"Stop talking crazy, Bill," Shirley said, straining her neck to see the continuing action in the TV drama.
Shirley hadn't been thinking too much about Bill this last week, trying instead to consolidate her relationship with Rastas. She was finding it difficult since Rastas would frequently be uncooperative and refuse to snuff under her skirt. It had been only on occasion that Rastas had permitted himself to be lured into the house and had let the whiffs of pussy aroma float over his nose, arousing his trained senses to impel! him to lick Shirley's succulent thighs and pussy. Shirley was constantly engrossed in thinking of more successful ways to get Rastas to respond positively to her overtures.
"It's true, honey. I'm going to buy a truck and everything. And then I'm going to hire a driver, and then in no time I'll have lots of trucks. You'll see. I'll be rich and . . . "
"Bill, I'd like to see this program. Please let me go for a minute."
"Shirley, can't you see?" Bill continued, ignoring her pleas and kissing her neck. "This is it. This is going to be my big push. God, I can hardly wait until it's set up. I'll get a new garage and I'll hire my own foreman."
"Bill, you're tickling me," Shirley giggled as she tried to wrench Bill's mouth away from her neck. Bill's heavy weight leaned on her and forced her to the floor, right in front of the TV
"Oh, Shirley, I want you now," Bill gasped as his heavy frame crunched his poor wife.
Speaking of his grandiose plans had given him a tremendous hard-on that demanded immediate satisfaction. He ripped away at his wife's robe, pulling it apart in the front to reveal her nude body. Her breasts jutted up at him and he wiggled on top of her, feeling the resilience of her flesh against his still clothed body.
"Don't be rough, Bill," Shirley pleaded, thinking only of the sensuous lappings of Rastas's tongue and wishing the sleek animal was astride her instead of this oafish husband of hers.
Thoughts of the animal's beautiful pink penis rushed through her mind as Bill pulled his long cock from his pants.
"Yes, Shirley. It will be wonderful," Bill continued, thinking about his plans and how thrilled Mrs. Rackley would be when she heard of them.
He imagined himself mounted upon the high-bred female, relishing his thrilling hopes and dreams with her. He imagined Mrs. Rackley under him as he jammed his thick cock into Shirley's half-dry pussy.
"Ow!" Shirley winced, writhing under the pain and pressure of the unnaturally large penis.
Surely Rastas' was much sweeter and delicate. It would never cause her pain. She imagined the black beast above her and pretended the penis jamming itself into her was his, soft and rapid, stimulating her every nerve end to forbidden delights.
Slowly, Bill's big cock thrust itself to Shirley's depths, then yanking itself in and out in frenzied motions, intent on bringing a powerful orgasm to its master.
Shirley managed, through her concentration on her dog friend, to enjoy the humping she was receiving and responded to the cock by matching her husband's cock thrust with gyrating motions of her own.
The TV blared above the couple as they continued on their way to sexual fulfillment, the pace of their motions slowly quickening as their respective passion feelings began building to climax.
The final humping spasm soon erupted as the TV actors screamed out. Bill emitted a huge burst of sperm and let out a tremendous groan as Shirley's pussy matched the actions of her fleshy sex partner. As they then lay on the floor recovering from their sexual bout, the door burst open and Rastas rushed in.
Losing no time, the animal immediately began pushing his pointy snout between Bill's legs and down to the strong odor of Shirley's pussy, the pussy and smell he'd begun to know so well as of late.
"What the.. . ! " Bill said, turning his startled face to stare at the crazy dog.
"Leave him be," Shirley said quickly, not wanting Bill to discourage Rastas's boldness, the boldness she'd been trying to encourage this past week.
"This feels funny," Bill complained as Rastas lapped rapidly with his rough tongue at the point where Bill's dick jutted into his wife and where streams of white gob had begun to leak out.
The beast's quick tongue occasionally lapped Bill's dick sending strange chills throughout his body. Contrary to what all common sense demanded that he do, he lay still and enjoyed these new sensations. He suddenly wished his pants were off so he could feel the full length of the dog's tongue on the hairy crack of his ass. But his mind suddenly jolted when he realized he had to get a note to Mrs. Rackley and Rastas was just the one to be messenger. Slowly, he lifted himself off and out of his wife.
"I just remembered something, dear," Bill said apologetically. "I've got to make a note of ...ah, something before I forget."
"All right," Shirley said, not caring where her husband went as long as Rastas remained to bring her these most unexpected pleasures.
As Bill stood up and rushed over to the desk to search for a pencil and paper, Rastas kept up his delightful tongue strokes, sending Shirley off into the sensuous world of sex spasms.
Bill didn't even seem to notice Shirley's apparent delight as he concentrated on his note and didn't even notice the determination with which Rastas worked. Surely the dog was just thirsty or attracted by the strange smell of it all. Sexual quirks were fun now and then anyway, and he didn't bother to give Rastas a second look.
Bill thought quickly about what to tell Mrs. Rackley. He had already told her to search Rastas' collar every day for an expected note from him detailing their next meeting place. It had already been too long in Bill's mind and he knew he had to be with her soon if he didn't want her to drop interest in him.
He quickly decided to meet her the following Saturday. She would pick him up near work and they would proceed to a motel together. There they would enjoy the most wonderful of times, entwining themselves about one another for hours on end and feeling the bliss of each other's nudeness.
He quicldy wrinkled the note up and walked back over to where Rastas was standing, still licking away at Shirley, his head buried deep down between her downy thighs and his tail wagging excitedly in the air.
Bill unthinkingly grabbed Rastas by the collar and pulled him from his wife, completely ignoring the obvious sexual pitch the animal had brought his wife to. Bill fumbled with the animal's collar while Rastas strained to get his nose back into Shirley's inviting wetness and Shirley blinked in surprise when she realized the animal was no longer at his task. She sat up and noticed Bill fumbling with the dog's collar.
"Bill, what are you doing? Can't you leave the poor dog alone?" Shirley said as she realized that a week's work might have gone down the drain when Bill yanked Rastas away.
She hoped the animal wouldn't think he'd done anything wrong and would realize that his sexual tasks should continue in the future. Bill released Rastas and Shirley watched in dismay as he rushed to the door, begging to be let out. Bill opened the door for the beast and he bounded away into the night.
Shirley still lay on the floor, her robe open and her legs spread, noticing in dismay the animal's seeming eagerness to get out of the house. She hoped he would be back the next day and this ugly intrusion of Bill's would have completely slipped his mind.
"Shut the TV, would you dear?" Shirley said as she slowly rose and walked to the bedroom, pulling her flimsy robe tightly around her.
"Yes, dear," Bill said, still standing at the door, looking after Rastas, hoping the beast would rush back to his proper home so the note could be safely delivered.
He peered into the night and saw the black animal veer from his homeward path and head instead toward Bill's flower bed where he immediately settled into digging tremendous holes and plunging his snout into the cool, damp earth.
CHAPTER SIX
COMMUNITY AFFAIR
"I told you not to speak to me here," Mr. Rackley said angrily to Betsy who approached him at the bus stop.
"Please, Mr. Rackley," Betsy whimpered softly, oblivious of the stares of the other working people waiting for the morning bus to take them downtown to their jobs. "I have to see you privately again. I just can't stand it without you any longer."
"Okay," Mr. Rackley relented, seeing no reason to deny the pretty girl her pleasure. "I'll pick you up on this corner tonight at seven o'clock. Be on time."
"Oh, yes," Betsy squealed a little too loudly. "I'll be here."
She darted away so as not to be late for school. She was deliriously happy. All she had thought about in past days was the sleek cock of Mr. Rackley. How she longed to feel the thing slide within her again! She needed it so bad and even risked public exposure of their secret love by speaking to him so boldly. She walked toward her school, her mind agog and her pussy already tingling in expectation of the coming night of pleasure.
"Alvin!" Betsy screamed, seeing her brother far up the street ahead of her. "Wait up."
Betsy rushed to catch up with her brother and walk with him to school. She spoke to him excitedly about nothing in particular and he ignored her, hoping this morning that the big stud Eddie would ride by in his gleaming hot rod and offer him a ride.
Eddie had studiously ignored him this past week, afraid that overt attention on his part would bring ridicule from his more traditional friends. But Alvin was certain that Eddie would contact him soon. Doubts did plague his brain however that Eddie had taken to seeing Tommie since he hadn't been in contact with Tommie since the night of the barbeque. He resolved to seek Tommie out in school today and put it to him honestly, was he seeing Eddie behind his back?
"See ya later," Betsy said as the couple reached the big school. "I'm going to be late if I don't hurry up."
Betsy rushed off in the direction of her home room, her ass wiggling excitedly behind her. She ignored the inexperienced stares of all the high school males around her, preferring to dream of the giant cock that would penetrate her that evening. If only she could get through the day without anyone suspecting.
Alvin's day went quickly, with lunch time arriving before he realized it. He walked speedily from his class and out onto the green where he knew Tommie and a group of boys would be gathered for their lunch time chat.
As he apprehensively approached the group, he noticed Tommie dressed very meticulously, talking rapidly away and laughing loudly. Without wasting a second, Alvin walked right up to the colorfully festooned male.
"Where've you been these past few days," Alvin pouted. "You've been ignoring me. Who've you been seeing?"
"Oh, Alvin! Don't be silly. I've just got some friend that you don't know at all. As a matter-of-fact, I've been trying to get in touch with you. It's all so terrifying and exciting! You see," Tommie began, pulling Alvin close to him and whispering excitedly into his ear, "this guy who owns a big black motorcycle has been forcing me to be with him and never lets me have a moment of peace. I just don't have a second to myself. I try to get away, but-"
Suddenly, the calm stillness of the afternoon day was shattered by the dull roar of a giant motorcycle engine.
"Tommie, get over here!" a stern voice loudly commanded. The motorcycle rider, brazenly dressed in black jacket, black boots, and long chains, leaned from his cycle staring sternly at his love slave.
"Coming," Tommie yelled with a quiver in his voice. "See?" Tommie whispered one last time to Alvin before rushing over to the cycle rider, who was none other than Chuck, the very same Chuck from the barbeque whom Alvin had seen wrestling with Tommie nude on the lawn during that fateful glance out the window.
"Who's that you were talking to?" Chuck said irritably, yanking Tommie by the arm. The tall slim Tommie bent like a twig under Chuck's grip and he began whining, overwhelmed by all the chrome and leather.
"Just a friend, you know. My friend from the barbeque on Sunday. He's just a friend, that's all. We weren't talking about anything, honest."
"Well, I don't like ta see ya talkin' ta other guys, ya understand?" Chuck said, squeezing Tommie's arm until the blood flow was successfully stopped. Tommie felt his arm grow numb under the pressure and began panicking.
"Please don't hurt me, Chuck. I won't talk to anybody, don't worry," Tommie pleaded with his master.
Chuck stared back over to Alvin and looked him over. The whole group was quiet now, waiting for Chuck to speed on his way. They were terrified of him. Alvin became conscious of Chuck's eyes burning into him, sizing him up. He became restless and nervous.
"Who's that guy?" Chuck asked Tommie, staring harder now at Alvin.
"Oh, just a friend. His name's Alvin," Tommie answered, obviously fearful that Chuck would dump him for Alvin's better proportioned body and handsome face.
'Tell him to come over here. I want to talk to him," Chuck commanded Tommie.
Tommie hesitated. "Please, Chuck. I. . . "
His whimpering was interrupted by the roar of a hot rod, a metallic green hot rod with three chrome carburetors thrusting up gleaming from the engine. The powerful machine stopping a few feet from Chuck's cycle and Eddie jumped to the ground.
"Hi, Chuck. Haven't seen you around in a while," Eddie said casually, walking into the group of boys and yanking Alvin out by the arm.
He dragged the youth to his car and forced him up onto the seat, the seat that his sister had spent so many memorable evenings spread out upon.
"Be seein' ya, Chuck," Eddie said, starting his car and roaring off down the street with Alvin quivering beside him. The dust kicked up from the hot rod's oversized tires slowly settled on Chuck and Tommie, who still stood by the roadside.
"Who does that mother-fucker think he is?" Chuck said angrily. "He's going to pay for this!" Chuck cracked Tommie on the side of his well-powdered face with his steel fist, knocking the poor fag to the ground.
The cycle then started with a snarling roar and took off down the road with a vengeance. Tommie was crying softly when he walked back to the small group of guys who were talking excitedly about what had just transpired. They patted him on the back, hugged him, and otherwise comforted him in his pain.
Evening came and Alvin didn't get home for supper. Betsy ate quickly and anxiously, breathlessly awaiting her expected meeting with Mr. Rackley. Dinner was late tonight as it had been for the last few weeks. Betsy had come home to find nothing on the stove except cold pots and mother in a flushed condition.
Rastas was drinking a large pail of water, slopping half of it over the kitchen floor with his great tongue. It was only with great urging that Betsy was able to get supper completed somewhere in time for her to make her seven o'clock appointment.
"Where the hell is Alvin?" Bill asked irritably. "Shouldn't he be home for supper?" Bill gorged great mouthfuls of hamburger loaf, the same meal they'd had now for the last three days. It was the fastest to cook.
"Maybe he stayed after school for some kind of club meeting," Betsy suggested, gobbling down her food. "I've got one myself tonight. It's the debating society," she bed.
"Maybe he went out for the football team," Bill said hopefully, munching his food.
"Well, I've got to go now," Betsy said, suddenly looking at her watch and dashing from the table.
The throbbing of her tickling pussy had caused her to look at her watch and notice that the hour was late. She only had about ten minutes to prepare herself and get down to the corner to meet Mr. Rackley.
She rushed to her room and yanked off her panties. She wanted nothing in the way to stymie Mr. Rackley's lust, and she enjoyed the free feeling of going about with wind rustling breezily between her legs, chilling her pussy and causing it to tingle with delight.
After dousing herself with a liberal dose of perfume and powder, she rushed out the front door and down the block.
While Betsy was still some distance from the meeting corner, she spotted Mr. Rackley's car at the curb and Mr. Rackley sitting nervously behind the wheel. She moved quicker, breaking into a slow trot in her haste to get to the car.
"Gee, I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Rackley," Betsy said breathlessly as she opened the front passenger door and slid into the seat close beside the husky construction worker. Chills immediately rushed through her as her hip moved up against his.
"Yeah, well don't sit so close until we get outta this neighborhood," Mr. Rackley said nervously, looking around.
Although it was already dark out, he was still apprehensive about being seen by anyone he might know or who might recognize his car. He quickly sped away.
"Where do all the kids go to do it?" Mr. Rackley asked Betsy, ignorant of the teenage love spots around town.
"Down by the river," Betsy said excitedly, brushing back her hair and leaning against the big man. "I'll show you where."
Mr. Rackley drove fast, under the careful direction of Betsy. He put one arm around her as he drove, letting his hand dangle down to her breast. He rubbed the soft thing softly, agitating her nipple and causing it to perk expectantly.
"Pull in here," Betsy said, feeling herself start to perspire. "This is a good spot. Most of the kids never drive along this path and we won't be disturbed."
Mr. Rackley turned off the motor and looked out the window suspiciously. He heard nothing but the sound of millions of crickets screeching in the night air. The car was resting in a bed of weeds and it appeared to him that neither man nor beast would bother them in this place. He didn't even know where it was and would need Betsy's guidance to get back to the main highway.
"You look nice tonight, honey," Mr. Rackley said sweetly to her as he turned to the expectant girl and rested his eyes on her tits.
Betsy leaned back in the seat and shut her eyes as she had learned to do so well in the front seat of Eddie's hot rod not so long ago.
"You smell nice, too," Mr. Rackley continued, leaning his grisly face toward her pure white neck and running his hot lips along it.
She smelled good enough to eat to him and he began taking slight nips on her neck. With one hand over her shoulder, he reached the other hand underneath her blouse and felt her breasts, warm, soft, and wonderful. Betsy had wisely removed her bra earlier, along with her panties before leaving the house so as to avoid complicated interruptions of their lovemaking.
"I like you to rub my breasts," Betsy whispered, raising one leg onto the seat and throwing her head further back.
"I will, honey. My pleasure," Mr. Rackley answered, nibbing Betsy's big fresh tit with vigor and feeling the nipples become hard as stones and little bumps breaking out all over the smooth warm flesh.
Mr. Rackley couldn't help noticing the big black pussy that came instantly into view when Betsy raised her foot to the seat, sending her skirt back over her thighs. Its sweet aroma excited him and he longed to get his mouth to it and suck its tangy juices. He was glad she was thoughtful enough to discard her underclothes and permit him complete freedom.
"Oh, Mr. Rackley, it feels so nice," Betsy said intently as she rocked her knee and head back and forth to the rhythm of Mr. Rackley's tit rub. "Where did you learn such things?"
"I learned 'em," Mr. Rackley said, beginning to pant a little now, beginning to fully appreciate the absolute pleasure she was offering him. "You learn a lot on a job like mine. The men all share their secrets with one another."
Mr. Rackley now stroked Betsy's firm and sensitive tit with his five fingers while kissing her roughly on the mouth. His passion built and his ldss turned hard and strong, pushing into her, probing her mouth cavern with his tongue. Betsy choked slightly, but loved it. She strained her buttocks and knee upward, spreading her legs and leaning farther down in the seat.
Mr. Rackley released Betsy's tit and reached down with his hand to her bushy pussy. The hairs welcomed his probe and seemed to fold around his fingers urging them upward toward the moist entrance to Betsy's lower half.
Two fingers were abruptly thrust into Betsy's warm hole, further stimulating her gush of pussy juice and causing her hips to gyrate upward.
The fingers made gurgling sounds as they moved back and forth inside the girl, exciting her to great heights of passion. Loud groaning and sighing burst forth from Betsy's lips.
"I'm going to do something special now," Mr. Rackley said suddenly, moving his head down toward Betsy's spread legs.
He rested his chin right above her pubic bone and began shooting his tongue in rapid thrusts into Betsy's crack, tickling her sensitive spot.
"Feels good, huh?" Mr. Rackley said, pausing. "A guy who came from Africa taught me that."
"Ohh, keep doing it," Betsy begged, resting her hand on Mr. Rackley's head, gently pushing it down toward her crotch.
"You bet I will, baby!" Mr. Rackley said enthusiastically, restarting his tongue technique.
He moved his mouth closer now to her hole, putting his lips around those between her legs and sucking gently, all the while probing delicately with his tongue.
Mr. Rackley reached back and squeezed Betsy's tit while he sucked, causing Betsy to wiggle under the intense passion of being aroused. Unable to hold it off any longer, she permitted herself a sensual orgasm, lightly squeezing Mr. Rackley's tongue with her pussy. She rested back while the big man raised his face from her pussy and wiped his mouth on her sleeve.
"Come on, honey. Get into position. I want to put it to ya."
Mr. Rackley pulled Betsy up in her seat and had her kneel so her buttocks was facing him. She rested her head on the seat next to the door.
"This is how we used to do it in the army," Mr. Rackley said proudly as he withdrew his cock from his pants and mounted Betsy's buttocks like a dog.
The cock was stiff as a rod and quivered upward as it jabbed blindly at her, waiting for Mr. Rackley to guide it home. Betsy waited calmly, still recovering from the effects of her orgasm, as Mr. Rackley gripped her thighs with both hands and suddenly began plunging his dick blindly at her. It thrust up under her legs, first too far, then too near, then finally just right. It found the slippery hole and plunged it right up to the base of the cock trunk.
In wild plunges, Mr. Rackley jammed his cock in and out of Betsy, relishing the wondrous tightness of her pussy and marveling at the snugness of her grip.
Mr. Rackley's ramming became more and more frenzied as he seemed to be sort of gripped with a maniacal fervor. His eyes glazed over and his mouth parted, letting his tongue hang out. He broke into a pant as he worked, looking very much like an animal, as if he had turned into a dog once assuming the dog position with Betsy.
With strong mighty thrusts and saliva dripping from his panting tongue, Mr. Rackley brought himself to orgasm strength with Betsy helping out by moving her buttocks backward at strategic times. It felt wonderful to her, this strange position, so base and gross that she felt the thrill of a wild beast being taken forcefully on some jungle slope.
She grunted and strained like a good mate, even having a small but very satisfying second orgasm spasm before Mr. Rackley's back arched in a wide bow and huge squirts of come flooded her insides like a mammoth douche.
"Uhh, that felt great!" Mr. Rackley exclaimed, loosening his grip on Betsy's thighs.
Slowly, his cock began to grow limp, releasing the pressure on the insides of Betsy's pussy walls. The half-softened member remained in the girl and both participants remained in their positions without moving for quite some time. Then, as the cock further reduced in size, nearly returning to normal, the thing slipped out of Betsy's slippery hole.
"I'm tired," Mr. Rackley said, flopping down in the seat behind the steering wheel. "You wore me out, girl. Do you know that? No woman's ever done that since my old army days. That's quite an accomplishment."
"Gee, I didn't do anything special," Betsy blushed, once more sitting upright and pulling her skirt down her to protect her tender buttocks from the clammy wetness of the seat. Quantities of secretion leaked out of her and soaked into the seat. She hoped for Mr. Rackley's sake it wouldn't stain.
"Well, you really are something," Mr. Rackley continued, giving the girl a big kiss on the neck. "How about us gettin' a little somethin' to eat. I'm starved."
"Okay with me," Betsy said agreeably. "My parents think I'm at a school meeting so I can stay late, as late as I want."
"Suggest some place good, some place where you can eat in the car. I don't feel like walkin' into no restaurant," Mr. Rackley said, starting the car and backing it out onto the narrow dirt road that led to this small place.
"I know a place near school," Betsy said gleefully, her eyes lighting up. "We can go there. They have car hops and everything and serve you in the car. It should be great."
"Sounds good. As long as they don't know me there," Mr. Rackley said, shifting into first gear. "Remember, I can't be recognized. It would wreck everything."
"Sure, sure," Betsy assured him. "Nobody there will know who you are. There are only kids there."
Betsy guided Mr. Rackley out onto the highway and back toward the car hop. She was very excited at the prospect of being at the school car hop with her new love. She would show him off and how jealous all the other girls from her class would be! They wouldn't know who he was and would marvel at her ability to snag an older man instead of the young and foolish high school males they had to go out with. And the next day at school they would all be talking. She would be the main topic of discussion among the crowd at the place.
She couldn't wait to get there and instinctively placed her hand on Mr. Rackley's thigh, clutching it tightly. She snuggled close to him. How scandalous the coming scene would be!
"This is it," Betsy shouted, sticking her head out the window to see who was there to see her.
The place was packed with cars and she knew somebody would notice. Mr. Rackley pulled the car expertly into the parking area, maneuvering it skillfully into a tight parking spot. Betsy eyed the groups of guys and gals in the cars next to them.
"How long does it take to get served here?" Mr. Rackley complained, noticing the crowds and overburdened car hops struggling to get the orders from different cars.
"Not long," Betsy assured him. "It's very well organized here." She moved over close beside him again. Already she could see people in other cars start to look over, wondering who was in this new car, a car that had never been in there before.
Betsy felt Mr. Rackley's penis as they sat waiting for service. She felt it harden and felt no hesitation about reaching into his pants to grab it. When the car hop finally came over for their order, she didn't even notice or think anything strange was going on. Such sights were common during her day's work.
"I'll have a hamburger," Betsy shouted without interrupting her cock stroking motions.
"Make that two," Mr. Rackley said, having a little difficulty concentrating. He especially enjoyed Betsy's toying with his cock. "And I'll have a beer," Mr. Rackley added.
"Sorry sir, but no beer is served here," the young, full breasted car hop responded, smiling broadly.
"Well, let me have a coke then," Mr. Rackley said, smiling back and eyeing the girl, noticing her revealing uniform and the silken pussy hairs that had managed to sneak out from behind the bathing suit type uniform.
He winked at her as she walked away. Mr. Rackley felt good then, like he was seventeen years old. He watched with pride as the big-assed car hop walked away to deliver the order.
Betsy leaned over and began kissing Mr. Rackley's ear. She wanted to give the kids around her a good show. They were staring eagerly now into the car to try and identify these new bold lovers.
"Mmmmm, you're too much tonight," Mr. Rackley said, kissing Betsy back.
"You're just too much man for me to stay away from," Betsy said, kissing Mr. Rackley on the mouth.
Even though she was putting on an act for the whole place, she found that once again her pussy had begun to throb and she had a compelling urge to grip Mr. Rackley's cock. With a panting gasp, she again reached down to his pants and held the organ tight. The thing fascinated her and an overwhelming desire seized her to contain the thing in her mouth.
She dipped her head to the organ and let it slide between her lips. She knew those looking would know what was going on once they didn't see her head sticking up in the seat beside Mr. Rackley's. Betsy knew this would do her reputation at school a world of good. Now, no sissies or sexual incompetents would bother messing with her.
"Mmmmm," Mr. Rackley sighed, stretching his arms and then resting his hands on top of Betsy's head. "That feels nice. Keep it up, honey."
While Betsy sucked thus, Mr. Rackley enjoyed the scenery around him, staring at all the car hop girls and noticing the sizes of their sexual parts.
Suddenly, a roar was heard and Eddie sped into the parking lot with his menacing hot rod. All heads turned in his direction as he pulled into an empty space only a few down from where Mr. Rackley and Betsy were parked.
Mr. Rackley stared at the car but didn't recognize the occupants, one of which was Alvin. Betsy stayed glued to the cock, oblivious to the sounds and events around her. The big dick had her complete attention.
Eddie jumped lightly from his car and stood near the fender looking around. He looked particularly fierce tonight, with oversized boots and lots of grease in his hair.
After looking to see who was around, he began walking slowly toward the main restaurant. Alvin then jumped from the car and followed behind him at some distance, careful not to get too close lest he anger his fierce master. Alvin looked particularly radiant this evening, having just been given a strict obedience lesson. He followed proudly, looking very devoted and concentrating hard on keeping the proper distance behind Eddie.
Within seconds, there was another deafening roar and Chuck pulled into the parking lot on his big chopper. Chuck looked meaner than usual and it was plain to see that he'd been drinking.
"Commere, punk!" he yelled suddenly to Alvin who was midway across the parking lot, between the first and second row of parked cars.
"I don't think.. . " Alvin started to say, now thoroughly petrified. He knew he had to follow his master, but what would this beast do? God, what a predicament!
Eddie turned quickly at hearing Chuck's voice. "Leave him alone!" Eddie growled, staring hard at Chuck who had stopped his bike a few yards from Alvin.
"Try and stop me, mother-fucker!" Chuck shot back, suddenly revving his bike and heading straight for the quaking Alvin.
As the big bike barely missed hitting Alvin, Chuck reached out and grabbed the slight lad, pulling him over the back seat of the bike. Alvin didn't know what was going on, but was scared out of his wits.
As the cycle careened out of the other end of the parking lot, everyone in the place stared at Eddie to see what he would do. Chuck sped off down the street with the kidnapped Alvin clinging for dear life onto his back.
Eddie was smoldering inside. He walked slowly back to his car to wait. He knew Chuck would be back and all he had to do was wait.
Mr. Rackley watched all this with great interest. He'd never seen anything quite like this before and wondered what it could all be about. Certainly it would be nice and even sensual to have a slave. Mr. Rackley pondered the whole question while Betsy continued to work on his cock. The whole scene had made his dick swell with new power. He wondered what powerful desires these sights had brought out in him.
"Here you are, sir," the car hop said sweetly as she placed a tray on the door window.
'Thanks, honey," Mr. Rackley said, not returning the smile.
Other thoughts still raced across his mind. He reached over for a hamburger and began munching as Betsy continued her excellent sucking job. The car hop walked away and Mr. Rackley stared at her vacantly.
After finishing the first hamburger, Mr. Rackley began on the other one, forgetting it was supposed to be Betsy's. Midway through that one, his thoughts and cock tinglings were disturbed by another loud roar. The motorcycle had returned and Alvin was still on the back. But he looked withered and worn, like he'd been forced to do things against his will.
Chuck yanked Alvin off the hack, throwing him to the pavement and tried to speed by Eddie who was waiting for him silently near his car with a tire iron in his hand.
As Chuck passed close by him, Eddie swung hard, landing a heavy blow to Chuck's neck and sending him reeling head over heels off the bike. The cycle went on to crash into a few cars and Chuck struggled to get to his feet, his face contorted with pain.
"You'll regret you ever lived," Eddie said angrily to his ex-friend as he rushed over to him and kicked him in the face with his heavy-heeled boot.
Chuck flew backwards at the impact, sprawling on his back on the asphalt. Eddie knelt beside him and delivered two or three crushing thumps to the temple and cheekbone, putting Chuck completely out of action. Chuck lay motionless, out cold.
"Get in!" Eddie yelled to Alvin, who stood whimpering beside the hot rod.
He obeyed immediately secretly feeling very thrilled that he would be the subject of dispute between two such tough characters. How desirable he must be that they would fight like primitive beasts for the opportunity to control him. Alvin felt accomplished as he sat close to Eddie in the noisy hot rod as it roared out of the parking lot and off into the night.
Police arrived moments later and carted Chuck and his cycle away. No one around would admit to what happened or squeal on Eddie. They knew what would happen to them if they did.
Mr. Rackley gulped down his coke as the police left and his cock finally reached a sizzling apex. It burst forth with a slightly diminished amount of come into Betsy's mouth and she hungrily swallowed it. She slurped all about his cock, licking up every last bit of moisture and spray that might have escaped her thorough lips.
Mr. Rackley put the empty coke container on the tray and blinked his headlights to attract the car hop girl.
"How was that?" Betsy asked, lifting her head sheepishly.
"Great, just great," Mr. Rackley replied absently. He reached into his pocket for some change, thoughts of the fight and love slave ripping through his brain like molten slugs of lead.
"You taste good," Betsy said, kissing her lover on the cheek. "When's the food coming? I need a drink."
"It already came, honey. I guess I was so involved with what you were doin' that I clean forgot to tell you. I ate everything myself."
The girl took the tray from the window with a smile and Mr. Rackley paid her, tipping her generously.
"But what about my food? I'm hungry," Betsy complained.
"You can eat when you get home," Mr. Rackley said gruffly, starting the car and beginning to maneuver it out of the parking spot.
Betsy swallowed, the taste of come still on her gums. She leaned her head resignedly against Mr. Rackley's shoulder as his strong arms fought the steering wheel, controlling the car with the utmost professionalism.
Mr. Rackley moved the car slowly out of the lot, now less populated with cars and with almost nobody staring after them. They were all talking about the big fight that took place earlier.
Betsy was puzzled as she looked out the car window as the car left the parking lot. Why were people not staring at them as before? She hoped her actions had not all gone for naught and that she would be ignored as usual come the next school day.
She thought of this possibility only temporarily as she instead began to wonder when she'd see this man again. She had discerned a certain roughness and crudeness in him that bothered her and at times she did feel that he didn't like her. But she knew that these were obstacles that love would overcome with time.
"When can we meet again?" she asked the big man next to her as he speedily drove toward their neighborhood.
"Can't say now," Mr. Rackley answered quickly, worrying only about getting home so his wife wouldn't be suspicious. It was later than he told her he'd be. "I'll contact you."
"Don't forget, and don't take long," Betsy begged. "I can hardly live without you."
"Yeah, I know, honey," Mr. Rackley said. "I'll make it soon. I feel that way about you, too."
"Maybe tomorrow-"
"No, I won't be able to do it then. Listen, I told you I'd get in touch with you. I'll keep my word."
Mr. Rackley couldn't help thinking about the tough males he'd seen earlier and their strange sexuality. Something gnawed at his brain about the whole thing, something that puzzled him and that seemed to impel him toward actions which he never before would have thought of. Like an unleashed animal, these thoughts nagged him as Betsy spoke and he was hardly able to hear a word she said.
Mr. Rackley seemed intensely nervous when he let Betsy off a safe distance from her house. His mind was buzzing from the evening's events and he was confused by the different inner tensions nagging him. There was his wife and Betsy, and now this strange new inner compulsion that he knew he had to deal with soon.
He drove home without even so much as a good-bye kiss from Betsy and hurried up the steps to his house, anxious to release himself to the sanctuary of sleep.
Betsy walked slowly up the steps of the house. She thought over the night's events and wondered about her lover. He seemed so curt with her. She wondered anxiously if she'd be able to overcome his inadequate feelings with her own love.
A roar rose from behind her and she saw Eddie's gleaming car suddenly pull up to the curb. Alvin hopped out and Eddie then sped quickly away, Betsy hardly believing her own eyes.
"Alvin, what were you doing with him?" Betsy asked her bruised brother.
"Oh, he just, ah, gave me a lift from school. There was a debate club meeting." Alvin walked happy and proud. He knew what a prize he was.
"Alvin! Where've you been!? Your mother and I have been worried stiff about you," Bill said as Alvin sauntered in the door.
"Aw, dad," Alvin said using a conciliatory tone, "I had some things to attend to. You know how it is."
"Aaa, yeah, I guess so," Bill said, remembering his new and manly relationship with Alvin. "Well, try and call us next time you're late. Mother and I worry, you know."
"Sure, dad. Sorry."
Alvin walked confidently into his room wondering why his father hadn't asked about the bruises around his eyes. They did feel wonderful and were badges of love from Eddie. He would display them proudly tomorrow at school.
Betsy walked quickly to her room, fearful that her mother or father would smell the strong aroma that remained to give away her secret. But nothing of the kind happened and she was able to close the door safely under the noise of the TV.
CHAPTER SEVEN
TIGHT SQUEEZE
It was Saturday morning and Bill was nervous about his impending meeting with Mrs. Rackley. He left to make his few deliveries early, unable to concentrate on what he was doing. He was almost ready to make a down payment on another truck and wanted to break the news to her. The excitement of his impending trucking empire would surely overwhelm her.
'Take care of it, Charlie," Bill screamed as he pulled the truck into the garage after the last delivery.
Charlie ambled over to the truck slowly, not wanting to seem too eager to obey. Bill walked out into the street looking for Mrs. Rackley's car.
Thoughts of his earlier deliveries crossed his mind and it was with regret that he hadn't taken advantage of the secretary at the stationery store this morning. She was ready for him and wanted the feel of his fleshy cock. She had looked good, especially thin and fragile and he had wanted to give her all he could. But she would have to wait. He needed his strength for better things this day.
The sound of a beeping horn turned his head. "There you are," Bill said eagerly, rushing to Mrs. Rackley who sat behind the wheel of the car. "I thought you didn't get my note. You're late, you know."
"I know," Mrs. Rackley said apologetically.
Bill got in the other side of the car and the pretty lady sped off in the direction of the Liberty Motel on the south side of town. "Your note was covered with dirt. If I hadn't taken Rastas' collar off to wash him, Ineverwould have found it."
"I was worried," Bill confessed, staring at the well-attired woman.
She looked ravishing today with a light white suit and high heels. Her hair was up and had streaks in it. He couldn't wait to tear at her clothes and get to that sumptuous body beneath.
"You look beautiful today," Bill said, sliding over on the seat and kissing Mrs. Rackley on the neck. "I can hardly restrain myself."
"Please, Bill, we're not teenagers. Try to behave," Mrs. Rackley said sternly, looking about as she drove, fearful that someone would recognize the car.
"Did you miss me?" Bill asked pleadingly, looking at the woman with love in his eyes.
"Well," Mrs. Rackley hesitated, "sort of."
She had indeed missed the comfort of his cock and the more mature pleasure it presented. Rastas had not been responding well lately and had in a few instances absolutely refused to accommodate her. She would have to send him back to obedience school if he didn't improve.
"I've got something very important to tell you," Bill said excitedly. "It's about my business. I'm sure you'll be interested. I thought of it after our first meeting at the barbeque."
"Tell me later," Mrs. Rackley said, pulling the big car into the motel parking area. "Let's get the room."
"Wait in the car, dear, and I'll take care of it," Bill said hopping confidently out of the car. He walked briskly into the office and up to the desk. "I'd like a room please, a double, just for one night. The name is Jones, Mr. and Mrs. Jones."
"Jones?" the old Negro man at the desk asked disdainfully. He hesitated a moment, staring at BUI and then said, "All right, that'll be fifteen dollars."
"Fifteen dollars! Why, that's an outrage!" BUI stammered.
"Take it or leave it, mister," the black said casually, standing up and already reaching for a room key.
"Well, I guess I'll have to take it, but it's still scandalous! I'm going to write to the Mayor about this!"
"Go right ahead, sir," the desk man said calmly, filling in the register. Bill handed the man the money and moved back out to the car.
"It's room sixteen," Bill said to Mrs.
Rackley through the window. "It's over this way." He pointed and began walking while Mrs. Rackley drove the car quickly to the proper spot and parked it in front of the door.
Bill opened the door with the key and stepped in to find it a reasonably clean room with only a large bed and dresser as furniture. Bill knew immediately that this was the room they let out to lovers of dubious legitimacy. Mrs. Rackley walked in ahead of him and he moved in behind her and shut the door.
"Darling, at least we're alone together," Bill said gushingly as he grabbed Mrs. Rackley from behind and plastered her neck with kisses even before she'd had a chance to get off her suit coat.
"Please, Bill, control yourself a little longer," Mrs. Rackley said. "At least let me get my clothes off."
"Hurry, dear. Please, hurry!" Bill pleaded, tearing off his shoes and pants, watching the graceful woman's every motion.
Bill was nude in a flash, his cock jutting straight out from his middle as he sat on he bed watching Mrs. Rackley slowly remove her garments. He marveled at how carefully she folded them as each came off.
Bill began to shiver as she got down to her bra and panties. His panting became audible as she reached behind herself to unsnap her bra, leaning slightly forward so her tits would flop easily out.
When the luscious flesh mounds came into view, Bill could no longer control himself and yanked the delicious, delicate woman roughly onto the lumpy bed.
"It seemed like an eternity to me," Bill said as he roughly fondled Mrs. Rackley's well preserved breasts and lay beside her on the bed. "I thought this day would never come."
"I've missed you too, Bill," Mrs. Rackley said quietly, kissing her lover softly on the lips. She put her knee up over his hips and nestled against him.
"Let me get these off," Bill said hoarsely, grabbing at Mrs. Rackley's panties and yanking them down.
The silk thongs slid easily over her hip bones and down her legs. Mrs. Rackley kicked them daintily to the floor and then returned to her previous position, with her pussy up near Bill's cock and her leg draped over his hip.
Bill rubbed the woman's sides passionately, kissing her wildly on the lips. He slid his hands around to her smooth ass and rubbed it, feeling the cool, soft flesh mush like butter under his fingers.
Mrs. Rackley pushed her tits gently against Bill's hairy chest. They felt funny against his coarse hairs and she could feel a lust for him beginning to rise in the farthest reaches of her brain. She was aware of his cock, hard and stabbing, pushing into the warm flesh of her thigh, ready to go to work.
Bill pushed Mrs. Rackley over on her back and rubbed her pussy vehemently, possessed now with avid and complete desire. He thrust his hand down over her crack and probed for her opening, overcome by an immediate need to feel her insides. He probed her and she arched upward, ready for the big cock to enter.
Mrs. Rackley was quickly mounted by Bill and his throbbing cock pushed easily into her willing hole. They humped in matching harmony for about ten minutes before either of them began to experience consistent nerve buzzings preceding their imminent orgasms.
"Gently, Bill. Please," Mrs. Rackley whispered to the big man on top of her. He seemed coarse to her today, even though his dick felt divine.
"Yes, anything you say," Bill gasped, only wanting to please.
His penis throbbing were beginning to radiate throughout his body, making him weak and malleable. He struggled to prevent a premature orgasm but was unsuccessful. He shot his wad into the delicate female and unavoidably slowed his pumping.
Mrs. Rackley sighed, knowing she'd have to wait a few minutes before his fires were refueled.
She rested, enjoying the weight of the man on top of her and practicing pussy squeezing on his half limp cock.
"Ohh," Bill groaned. "You're so exciting today, honey. I can't control myself."
Bill kissed his lovely neighbor on the ear and shut his eyes, resting his head beside hers on the smelly pillow. He could smell her perfume strongly and soon was again raring to go, ready to re-thrust his cock any number of times for her pleasure.
Mrs. Rackley's pussy felt mushy as they continued their love humping anew, grinding each other's hips desperately. Mrs. Rackley pushed upward strongly, pulling Bill's buttocks down firmly on her, wanting to feel the full length and breadth of his dick, happy that he was considerate enough to let her control his motions, thus to effect a finer orgasm.
Before long she felt her pussy become enveloped in numbing sensuous spasms and gripped Bill tight around the shoulders, straining upward against him.
'That was race, Bill," she said, taking a deep breath and relaxing her whole frame back on the bed. "Let's do it again in a little while."
Within seconds, Mrs. Rackley was asleep, dreaming about the sensations she'd just experienced while Bill's dick still remained hard within her. Bill lay on top of the snoring woman, wondering about her and how she'd like his new trucking business plans.
He stared at the wall of the drag room as different thoughts moved across his mind. He wondered what Shirley was doing now and if she'd have supper ready for him when he came home. She knew it was his bowling night.
Bill was aware of faint pussy squeezing on Mrs. Rackley's part as she slept and he gently kissed her ear, catching a whiff of her delicate perfume. She was such a formal, delicate thing. Sometimes Bill found himself wishing she was a little quicker to respond to him, rather than being so slow and deliberate when they made love. His thought line snapped as he felt her stir under him.
"Let's do it again," she said sleepily, placing a lily white palm on Bill's hairy asscheeks.
She then wrapped both legs around him, pressing his spine downward, forcing his cock as far into her as it would go. Bill kissed the woman's pink lips and cheeks while she moved under him, and stroked her trim, womanly sides. He felt his cock swell and throb again as they both slowly moved toward new and more exciting orgasms.
For the rest of the afternoon, Bill and Mrs. Rackley enjoyed themselves in the most intimate of pleasures, employing different techniques and different humping speeds to achieve various orgasm levels. It was only when the sun began to set did they first arise from the bed and begin dressing, preparing to return to the respective homes and proper mates.
"I've got something to tell you," Bill said to Mrs. Rackley as he finished lacing his shoes. "It's about my business."
"What is it?" Mrs. Rackley said, not seeming to show much concern.
"Well," Bill began, licking his lips, "I'm going to get a new truck, another truck."
"Uhh, that's nice," Mrs. Rackley said, calmly brushing her hair and looking in the mirror to straighten her make-up. "What color is it going to be?" she asked, not knowing what else to say, sensing that he'd be disappointed if she didn't express some interest.
"Color? Well, what difference does that make? Don't you see? I'm expanding, I'm going to own lots of trucks before long, all with my name on it! I'm going to be rich. I'm going to be a big, important man."
"Oh, that is exciting," Mrs. Rackley said uncertainly, still showing no particular enthusiasm. "Don't you think we'd better get going? We can talk about it in the car." Mrs. Rackley reached into her purse for her car keys and headed out the door.
"But," Bill stammered walking quickly after her, unable to believe her indifference. "Then we can be together, together always, don't you see?"
"Well, I don't know," Mrs. Rackley said, her voice trailing off as she got into her car and started it. "Get in, silly," she said, staring at Bill who still stood outside the car with his mouth open. He mutely obeyed, blindly entering the car, leaving the motel room door wide open.
"Gee," Mrs. Rackley said, "I didn't notice these stains on the seat before." She looked closely at the seat and at the dark stains which had formed from the after effects of the previous night's activity. "I hope Harold doesn't see this. He might get ideas about me. He might get suspicious," she said, a little panicked.
Bill examined the seat carefully. "What do you suppose caused it?"
"Probably Judy, my silly daughter. She's always taking the car to school for something or other. I'll have to bring it up the moment I get home. I'll even have Harold punish her."
Mrs. Rackley drove the car skillfully out of the motel parking lot and roared off down the street. Bill sat silently in his seat by the window, slightly dazed at Mrs. Rackley's reaction to his exciting plans. Perhaps he wasn't good enough for her. Maybe she just wasn't impressed by him or his business ideas. He sulked in silence, hurt to the quick.
Mrs. Rackley could only think as she sped toward the house of how she would explain the stains to Harold. Certainly they weren't of her secretions, but what if Harold got suspicious? She would have to assign blame immediately upon arriving home.
Thoughts of Bill and his business flashed in her brain, but she immediately repressed them. Somehow, such ideas of achievement scared her and suddenly she preferred the safety of her simple construction worker husband.
She drove fast, anxious to reach her house. She let Bill off a block from the house and sped off toward her own garage and the sanity of her house.
Bill walked home slowly, confused by the woman. Could it all have been an act? Certainly she did have wondrous sexual powers. How could she refuse to share his eagerness for the future? Bill felt a little angered by the woman as he walked up the steps to his house. He would have to be firmer with her at their next meeting together.
"I'm home, honey," he yelled as he walked in the front door. "Dinner ready?"
There was a crashing sound from the kitchen and loud thumping floor noises were heard. Suddenly, Rastas darted out of the kitchen and streaked out the front door. Shirley emerged a few seconds later, her face flushed, smoothing her dress.
"Oh, hi dear. Dinner will be ready in a jiffy," she said, trying to sound cheerful.
She rushed back into the kitchen and frantically began rattling the cold pots and pans, fashioning up the quickest dinner she could imagine: hamburger loaf.
Although Bill was distressed at Mrs. Rackley's lack of excitement at his truck baron plans, he still yearned to see her and thought about her much of the time. He resolved to have the Rackley's over again the following Sunday for another barbeque and planned to isolate himself with his desirable neighbor and take pleasures with her as he had done the previous barbeque. Such open gatherings did much to dispel any suspicions that his wife might have. She would never suspect anything so out in the open.
The week was passing slowly and Bill continued to eye prospective new trucks but not with as much enthusiasm as before. Betsy worried and worried over Mr. Rackley, who had not gotten in touch with her yet and was uncertain as to the proper action to take. She knew he didn't want her calling him, but she knew she had to see him, to feel him soon or she would go crazy.
She lay awake nights sweating and choking, thinking of his cock and burly body. She yearned for anything, anyone to ram it to her, such had been the effect of this big man's dick on her mind. She hungered for satisfaction and was almost at the point of doing anything to get it.
Shirley continued her secret meetings with Rastas, seeing the beast whenever the situation permitted. This was, in fact, often, as the kids were at school during the day and Bill was working. Thus, she had only to leave the door open a crack and open her legs and Rastas would soon be darting in.
Alvin was having his problem with Eddie. The rough guy was so possessive. Alvin could hardly do anything without Eddie calling him down. And he was getting rougher. He would hit Alvin for just about any hint of impromptu obedience or even if a disrespectful thought or disobedient flash crossed his mind.
Alvin was getting more terrified to go to school every day, but deep inside himself he felt a seed of anger which he knew might explode at any minute. It scared him for he thought if he should ever actively resist Eddie, the brute would grind his head into mash.
It happened toward the end of the week, when Eddie was taking Alvin home early, about five o'clock. He'd been particularly rough with Alvin, hitting him about the face with his open palm and then making him suck his greasy dick. Alvin hated it when Eddie didn't bathe! The grease from his hands would get to his cock when he held it to take a piss and Alvin would invariably be the one to clean it off with his mouth. And did it taste terrible!
Eddie's hot rod rolled up to the house and pulled to the curb. "What time you gettin' to school tomorrow?" Eddie snarled.
"Well, I dunno," Alvin said, opening the door. "I'm uncertain."
"What do you mean?" Eddie said, sensing a mini-rebellion in Alvin, a hesitation to satisfy.
"Just what I said!" Alvin said hotly, rushing from the hot rod.
"Get back here!" Eddie bellowed, jumping quickly down from his fast machine and pursuing Alvin across the lawn.
"Leave me alone!" Alvin screeched, trying vainly to outrun the big brute.
Eddie caught Alvin in the side yard and clouted him on the side of the head. Alvin fell heavily to the ground and Eddie jumped on top of him, pounding him with his fists.
"Ow! Oh!" Alvin screamed in pain.
Eddie beat him relentlessly until he heard a cry from a side window in the house bordering Alvin's. Within seconds, Judy appeared dressed in her bathrobe and slippers, screaming at Eddie, telling him to leave Alvin alone. Eddie was stunned and stopped his pummeling and backed away, staring at the girl who would dare interrupt this "family" quarrel.
"You brute!" Judy continued. "You were hurting him!" She stooped beside the fallen
Alvin, caressing his head. "Have you no feelings?" she continued, as Eddie backed up further until he finally turned in confusion and rounded the corner of Alvin's house to the front yard. His head was boiling. He stood in the front yard, his hands on his hips, not knowing where to turn.
"Are you all right?" Judy said, soothing Alvin's bruised head and kissing him.
"Ohh," Alvin groaned, letting his head rest against the tall girl's hard tits.
"Come on, let me help you into my house. You can rest in my room until you feel better."
Judy helped Alvin to his feet and let him lean on her as they began walking together. From another window in the same house, Mr. Rackley, home early from work, had observed the whole scene, and a tremendous hard-on bulged in his pants as he recognized the two fighting individuals as those lovers from the car hop.
His heart thumped as he saw his daughter leading the meek creature into his house. He waited with great impatience as he heard the couple enter the house and move down the hall to Judy's room. He knew he'd have to wait until he tried to leave to use the youth to satisfy these nagging urges that had been repeatedly swelling in him since the car hop scene.
Eddie was mad, very mad. As far as he was concerned, this was it for Alvin. He never wanted to have anything to do with the kid again.
Suddenly, he wanted pussy and he wanted it bad. He barged up the steps of Alvin's house and pounded on the door.
"Betsy, Betsy, are you home?" he screamed, pounding all the while.
"Who is it?" a voice shouted from inside the house. Shirley emerged from the kitchen smoothing her hair and dress.
"Where's Betsy?" Eddie snarled impolitely forcing the door open and stomping into the living room.
Shirley's jaw hung open as she viewed the leather beast. The big guy reminded her very much of Rastas with his black leather garments completely covering him. Shirley stood in awe of the guy, not able to answer him for at least a minute. She staggered backward slightly into the kitchen where Rastas was busy drinking a pail of water.
"Ah, Betsy's not here," Shirley managed her mind racing out of control at seeing this combination man-beast before her. She panted and gripped her throat to keep from fainting.
"You're her old lady, I'D bet," Eddie said, moving toward the woman.
She looked something like Betsy, except smaller and more compact. Eddie wondered what such a pint-sized woman would feel like impaled on his cock. He walked slowly toward the scared lady, suddenly wanting to sexually experience this little woman, the lady who produced someone like Betsy. Better to go after the source, Eddie always thought. Might as well experience the original, if possible.
"Here, lie down on the bed," Judy said, sitting Alvin down on her unmade bed and pushing him backward so his head flopped on her big pillow.
She pulled off his little shoes as he continued to groan. He turned his head to watch the girl through his puffy and swollen eyes and noticed her robe flapping apart and her nude flesh beneath. Although he wasn't sexually aroused particularly, he was curious and was suddenly seized with an intense desire to see more.
"Oh, I'm so sore," Alvin groaned, rubbing his head as he continued to try to see what he could as Judy bent over him, loosening his belt and shirt to give him air.
"Let me take your shirt off," Judy said. "It's wet and soiled." Without waiting for an answer, she tugged his shirt off and began rubbing his chest.
'That feels good," Alvin said, shutting his eyes for the first time and feeling strange and wonderful new sensations begin to spark in his brain. He wanted her to continue so much. He'd never felt anything like this before. Certainly no girl had ever been this nice to him.
"Let me get these tight things off," Judy continued. "I don't see how you can get any circulation with these tight pants on."
She yanked at his pants, the thought of having a nude male at her private disposal excited her and she hurriedly pulled at his pants. Alvin seemed to relent to her care techniques. It did feel more relaxed to have his tight pants off and he did feel thrilled to be lying in nothing but his underwear before this considerate female.
Judy began stroking Alvin's legs, massaging his taut muscles, moving her fingers within a pubic hair's breadth of his penis. Alvin loved it! He even placed his hand daringly under Judy's robe on the girl's stringy thigh muscle. And an astounding thing began to happen: as Judy's expert fingers caressed him, his cock began to grow.
"I-I...don't know where Betsy is," Shirley stammered as Eddie walked right up to her, pinning her against the wall, terrifying her by his forceful manner and leather garments. "She should be home in . . . "
"I don't care about her any more," Eddie barked, grabbing Shirley's hair and pulling her head back. "You're the one for me now."
He planted a vicious kiss on her lips, parting his mouth and forcing his tongue to hers. Shirley felt the brute's teeth and couldn't help thinking of Rastas as he forced himself on her. His teeth felt as sharp and as big as the animal's. His whole aura reminded her of Rastas and she found herself not only too weak to resist, but actually giving in and enjoying the adventure. "Please, I . . . "
"Shaddup!" Eddie said, forcing Shirley to the floor and onto her back.
With rapid arm motions, he flipped up her dress and to his surprise found no panties on the woman. She was ready for him. But before he could whip out his cock and jam it in, the big sleek body of Rastas darted in from the kitchen and jutted its thick-boned head into the pussy crack.
"What th-" Eddie gasped, startled at the animal's boldness. "Get the hell out of here!" he yelled, grabbing the animal's neck and trying to pull him away. "I was here first!"
But Rastas was tenacious and strained hard to keep his snout jutting up Shirley's pussy. It was only with much effort that Eddie was able to dislodge Rastas and replace the animal's snout with his cock in Shirley's now abundantly slimy pussy. Rastas continued, however, to excitedly jump around the humping pair, looking for openings in which to plunge his cold, wet nose.
"This should deaden the pain," Judy said, reaching under the bed to grab a small container. She opened it and pulled out a small hash pipe and a light scraping of hash. "Take a puff of this," Judy said, "and everything will be okay."
"I don't know-" Alvin said, taking the pipe in his mouth uncertainly.
He was feeling fine anyway, with all the exquisite rubbing he'd been receiving, and his bruises hurt only a little now. He wanted the girl to grab his cock, but he figured he'd better do what she wanted if she was to continue attending him.
"That's it," Judy said, as Alvin took a long drag on the pipe. Judy took a short puff and then put the pipe back in its container and returned it to its hiding place beneath the bed.
"I feel funny," Alvin said, blinking his eyes and finding his head very big and heavy feeling.
Suddenly, Judy's hands caressing his body felt like the finest most sensory things he'd ever felt. He writhed his body under her touch, all memories of pain and bruises forgotten. He just wanted her to feel him and grab his cock.
Finally, in a desperate measure, he pulled down his underpants himself, grabbed Judy's wrist, and placed her hand squarely on his snow white marble cock.
"Oooh, you naughty boy!" Judy kidded as she gently stroked the organ up and down, while colors flashed across Alvin's brain.
This was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to him thus far in his short life. He didn't even notice when Judy easily flung her robe back over her shoidders and lay down nude on the bed beside him.
She continued her stroking as she began to rub her excessively hairy pussy on the male's hips. She felt strong, for the first time having a man under her control. She knew she could use him now to satisfy whatever urges she had.
Judy was ecstatic but was also determined to preserve this well started relationship by making sure that Alvin was well satisfied. She hoped to have his cock at her disposal at all times in the future as well.
She gently stroked the organ, alternately rising up to kiss it on the tip. Then when she felt they were both ready and Alvin was in a trance of delight, she sat up and straddled the boy, positioning his cock properly beneath her oozing pussy.
She slowly settled down on the thing, letting its smooth, cool length slide all the way into her. Alvin gasped slightly at the sudden feel of warmth surrounding his cock. Then, he instinctively began thrusting upward with his hips in the first reactions in his life to a real live pussy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
WARM AND WONDERFUL
"Oh god, it's so big!" Shirley gasped, as Eddie humped and humped and humped. "You're like an animal!" she exclaimed in discomfort, trying to dislodge his cock somewhat.
She tried to scratch his shoulders, but his big leather jacket sufficiently protected him. Rastas tried to help her by nipping at Eddie's jacket and hair, trying to wedge his snout in to bite the love thief's cock.
"Get that mutt outta here," Eddie growled, trying to concentrate on his screwing.
It was getting so a guy couldn't even get a decent fuck any more. He tried to ignore the pesky animal and groped Shirley's big tits and tried to appreciate her compact build.
"You're hurting me," Shirley whimpered as the black leathered male animal pumped his cock continuously in her, unable to gain orgasm.
She could only see this guy as a perverted extension of Rastas, a demon sent by the lord to punish her for her intimacies with the dog and her behind-the-back sexual activities.
In spite of the fear and pain in Shirley's brain, she felt her pussy begin to tingle and found herself lifting her legs into the air to facilitate
Eddie's cock penetration. She felt Rastas' tongue licking the underside of her thigh and began to enjoy this escapade.
She wrapped her legs around Eddie, forcing him closer to her and his cock further in. Rastas' tongue was making the whole thing delightful. Eddie kept moving. With Rastas now preoccupied with licking the juices running down Shirley's thigh, he could relax and focus on his own arousal.
"I've never felt anything like this," Alvin swooned as his cock swelled with more fervor than he'd ever felt.
Judy still straddled him, hanging her small tits near his nose. They were both groggy from the hash and could hardly speak. They both were just content to enjoy the enhanced sensations they were receiving.
Judy also felt good, Alvin's cock feeling like a molten shaft inside her. She moved slowly to catch every snag of her inner folds on his hungry dick. Her pussy lovingly gripped the shank at each plunge, kissing it almost as it withdrew only to plunge anew, aching for more.
Finally, Judy, unable to control herself any longer, stretched herself out on top of the obedient Alvin and began regulating his cock thrust to satisfy her. Very soon, she was overcome with orgasm spasms, gripping and crunching Alvin's inexperienced cock in her skinny pussy. She lay still after that while Alvin, unable to perceive what had happened, kept up his upward thrusts.
Shortly thereafter, Judy squatted again on Alvin to insure a wonderful orgasm for her new lover. She moved deftly, giving his cock long strokes up into her and causing it to vibrate over the brink. She felt Alvin's back arch slightly as he squirted his modest amount of personal fluid into her and then felt him settle in a daze back on the bed.
Alvin had never felt anything so warm and wonderful. He was so grateful to Judy, his neighbor. He never dreamed she could be so nice to him and knew he would be eternally hers.
Through the hash haze that fogged his mind, he was really uncertain as to what had happened, but he knew that she had made him feel the most wonderful things and he was determined to let her do what she wanted to him over and over again.
"Judy, I've never felt anything like that," Alvin muttered softly.
"We can do it many times from now on," Judy said, leaning forward and giving the shy male a kiss on the lips. Alvin turned crimson. He was so embarrassed.
"I think I've got to go now," Alvin said suddenly, trying to get up. The hash was wearing off.
"Take it easy," Judy said, calmly sliding off Alvin and pulling the covers up to cover her. "You can go, but when can we do this again? We can discuss it at school, okay?"
"Yes," Alvin said, standing up and searching for his clothes.
He put them on, quiet the whole time, deeply engrossed in thought. How would he face his friends after tonight? Would he have anything in common with them any more? What would they think of him? Surely he couldn't tell them anything about this.
But at the same time, there was in him a germ of a thought that announced a new life for him. Perhaps he didn't need his old friends any longer. He had found something more genuine and lasting.
He turned to Judy, a smile beginning to form on his face and premonitions of a new life forming for him, and threw her a kiss before leaving her room. But no sooner had he shut the door to Judy's room and started off down the hall when another door flew open and big burly hands reached out to grab him.
As Alvin disappeared into the new room and was again at the mercy of a belt wielding crazed male, he didn't know if his "new life" would survive this sudden forced return to his usual habits.
"Ohh, that's it," Eddie sighed as he felt his cock begin to bulge, ready to explode in a fury of come.
"Don't stop now," Shirley said, by this time completely won over to this strange love style.
Rastas continued to slurp up excess pussy drippings and send tingles through her, fortifying the pussy splitting cock of Eddie's. But Eddie had no time to waste listening to Shirley. He let his dick burst with all it had, flooding the excited woman and sending a generous amount down her leg to the wanting mouth of Rastas. The dog was sent into a frenzy by this new taste sensation and began lapping more eagerly than ever.
"Gowan, git outta here," Eddie said, gently slapping the dog on the side of its head as it jumped around nervously, trying to get to more of the delicious fluid.
"You can't stop! Don't stop now!" Shirley begged, heaving her hips high in the air, disappointed that Rastas had changed his licking area and was now concerned more with Eddie than her.
Eddie ignored the pleading lady and slowly pulled his dick from her. As the scent grew stronger, Rastas lunged like a looney beast at the cock to lick off any excess drippings that might remain there.
"This animal's crazy!" Eddie declared, trying desperately to fend off the mighty Rastas.
But the dog was determined and time and time again got his head near enough the long, limp cock to lash out with his tongue and get a taste of the dripping organ.
"Let him do it," Shirley said, lifting her head and getting interested in what was going on. "You'll love it once you get used to it. He's really very good."
"You're crazy! You're both crazy!" Eddie shrieked, wildly trying to keep Rastas from his cock.
He didn't even have time to put the thing back in his leather pants for safety as the dog was continually lunging at the smelly thing.
"I've got to get outta here!" Eddie yelled, heading for the door. "This mutt's going to rip my dong off!"
Alvin shuddered under the blows of this new male master who was now thrashing him about the face and ribs. It was only after he lunged at the man's hard cock and managed to get it between his lips that the thrashing subsided and the man calmed down. The big guy was careful never to let Alvin see his face and Alvin hurriedly finished, feeling bruised and painful again.
As Alvin dashed from the room, leaving the big bruiser spent on the floor, he was happy to find that he was more angry about what he had just let himself be forced to do than what had happened earlier with Judy. He felt, as he walked out of Judy's house leaving both her and her father satisfied in their respective bedrooms, that the new bruises on his person were in actuality, badges of courage showing that nothing would again turn him from his vision of a new life. Alvin strode into the yard bruised, battered, and happy.
Eddie dashed from the house closely followed by Rastas who kept leaping upward toward the swinging cock. In the yard, Eddie had to stop every few seconds to swing at the frenzied animal, keeping him at least a cock's length away.
Alvin froze when he saw Eddie, but paid him no mind when he saw how preoccupied he was with Rastas. Alvin noticed Eddie's cock dangling and stared transfixed and in great wonderment at Rastas's determination to get to it. He had no idea that dogs were that way.
Eddie did his crazy dance with Rastas right past Alvin without even noticing the lad. He managed to get in his car and drive away with Rastas chasing right behind, trying to keep up with the souped-up hot rod.
Alvin stared after the strange couple and shook his head. Certainly his brain was playing tricks on him, he thought, as he walked up the stairs to his house. He walked to his room, ignoring what he positively thought was another hallucination in the living room: his mother lying half nude on the floor.
Judy gazed out the window, dreaming lazily of what had just previously transpired. The harsh lingerings still dazed her brain and she thought she saw Rastas and a heavily leathered male doing a strange cock dance in the neighbors front lawn.
The animal seemed to be lunging at the dangling cock. And then, right in the middle of this crazy scene, Alvin entered, all bruised and battered, walking with his head down and watching the dance, too.
Judy shook her head and lay on her bed. Surely this hash haze hallucination was unhealthy and she would have to cut down on her smoking. But she couldn't help thinking that the thing she'd just seen was some kind of vision of her past life.
With the leathered and resisting male, the thing she'd been trying to snag all her life, the sex symbol, the almighty cock, and the other two forms representing different halves of her personality, they seemed to act out a version of herself: Rastas being the half of her that aggressively lunged after cock and Alvin being her bruised and beaten character, symbolizing the suffering she had to go through to get it or that resulted from it, and symbolizing all the hurt she'd received from ungrateful and unfeeling males.
Surely all this was changed now. With Alvin at her disposal, a new life awaited her.
* * *
It had been days now since Betsy had heard from Mr. Rackley and she was in a bad way. With a barbeque coming up this coming Sunday, to which the Rackleys were invited, she had to know what the score was. She just couldn't go expecting anything from him if he decided that he didn't like her any more and wasn't prepared to give it. She knew she had to contact him now, before another day had passed to find out once and for all what was going on.
Betsy set out on her lunch hour, taking a bus uptown toward where she knew Mr. Rackley worked during the day. Even though he warned her never to approach him during daylight hours, or when he was with people he knew, she knew she had to take the chance. She had on an extremely figure-revealing dress that clung to her every curve and hoped he'd overlook her boldness and concentrate on what she really had to offer.
The bus let her off in front of a noisy construction site, teeming with workers on their lunch break.
"Hey, getta load 'o that pussy!"
"Hi, honey, wanna fuck?"
Such comments flew her way and Betsy, though flattered and blushing crimson, forced herself to look straight ahead and not acknowledge the remarks. She walked to the construction site entrance and looked around in a perplexed manner.
Finding the situation quite confusing, and not seeing Mr. Rackley anywhere around, she walked over to the main construction shack to ask for his whereabouts.
"Harold Rackley? Sure, sure I know where he is. Up on that beam doin' the rivets," a big guy with a tattoo on his wrist said.
He stared at Betsy's tits the whole time and found it hard to stand in one place. "Yeah, just take that elevator there to the thirtieth floor. I'll show ya. You can go up with some of the guys."
They walked together through clumps of concrete and rubble to a cage lift up the side of the unfinished structure and Betsy was very nervous about taking the trip.
"Hey Sammy! Take the lady to see Harold. She's got to go on the lift." The fat guy moved back and stared at Betsy while another equally fat guy came up to her.
"Sayyy, you're all right, honey," he said, placing his hand on Betsy's shoulder.
"Err, could you take me up to see Mr. Rackley?" Betsy stammered, not wanting to offend her host.
"Sure, I'll take ya," the guy said, winking at the other man, still staring at Betsy's breasts and rubbing his hands together frantically. "Come on, let's go," Betsy's host said, pulling her into the cage lift.
He immediately went to the controls and started the lift moving slowly. It stopped suddenly after about ten feet off the ground.
"Goddamn thing's stuck," the fat guy said, pretending to struggle with the controls.
Meanwhile, on the ground, the other man with the tattoo on his wrist moved slightly under the lift to get a good view up Betsy's skirt. She had not worn any panties today, in case Mr. Rackley had felt like having her, so the ground man was able to view everything Betsy had.
He stood there panting and staring until Sammy began moving the lift upward again. Betsy was unaware what had happened. She was just glad that the thing wasn't stuck. How she would hate to be stuck in an elevator with this big lug.
"Here we are," Sammy said suddenly, sliding the lift to a smooth stop. "Harold's out over there."
Betsy followed where his finger pointed and made her way carefully over boards to where a group of men were hard at work welding.
"Harold, you got a visitor," Sammy screamed.
One of the men in the group stood up and turned toward the pair. Betsy immediately recognized him as her own Harold. He took his helmet off and walked quickly over to her.
"Are you crazy?" Harold said hoarsely, grabbing Betsy roughly by the arm and yanking her away from the group. "How could you come here?"
"I just had to see you," Betsy said pleadingly. "Please don't be mad. You never call or get in touch with me. I just couldn't wait any longer." Betsy burst into tears.
'Take it easy," Mr. Rackley said, staring at Betsy's shapely figure and suddenly wanting to jam his cock right up between her luscious thighs. "Come on over here," he said, leading the young girl out onto a beam, away from the group of leering men. He turned and winked at them just before moving out of their sight behind a recently welded beam at the edge of the building.
"Are you mad at me?" Betsy whimpered, wiping her eyes.
"No, no, everything's fine," Mr. Rackley said quickly. "Listen, Betsy, just lie down on your back on this beam. You know I'm crazy about you and can't resist you once I lay eyes on you. I just got to do it now."
"I knew you would," Betsy sniveled, "that's why I came all prepared."
"And don't look sideways or lift your head. You might get scared of the height. It's a long way down and I wouldn't want you to fall. Just lay back and shut your eyes."
Betsy mutely obeyed, lying back on a steel beam that jutted slightly out into nothingness. She spread her legs and rested them on the crossbeam that they'd just stepped off of. She dared not open her eyes. She was terrified of heights.
Mr. Rackley quickly lifted Betsy's pretty dress and was pleased to view her unobstructed pussy. He pulled out his cock, which was by this time as hard as the beam on which he was kneeling, and readied it for entrance.
He looked down once at the people milling beneath him hundreds of feet below. He felt exhilarated about doing it at this height. Even though his recent experience with Alvin still smoldered in his brain, the circumstances of this affair also excited him and he was eager to do it. He lay on Betsy's soft frame carefully, not wanting to push her too near the edge, and forced his cock into her snatch.
"Mmmmm, this is better than anything," Mr. Rackley said, staring at the ground while he humped slowly.
It was all so thrilling to him, almost better than whipping Alvin. On second thought, maybe this was better. He was tremendously excited. It was the first time that he'd ever combined his two most liked things: milling about on tall buildings and getting his rocks off. There was just nothing to compare with it, almost nothing, anyway.
Betsy was in pain, her spine grating against the rough steel of the girder. But she knew she had to endure for the pleasure of her lover. She just wished she was enjoying it more. After all, she was the one that sought him out. And she didn't like having to keep her eyes shut, but she knew it was the only way to have sex here. If she was to do anything at all today with Mr. Rackley, it had to be this way. It did seem barbarous, though.
As Mr. Rackley ogled the far off ground below and humped slowly, he was quickly brought to orgasm strength, such was the pleasure of this affair. He came in delicious gobs and rested on Betsy, gently squeezing her tits, grateful for the noon time relaxation.
"Pssst! Hey, Harold," he heard someone whisper behind him. He turned his head to see a group of construction men watching him and smoking cigars. "Let us do it," one of them begged.
Harold thought for a moment and looked at Betsy with her eyes firmly shut. He saw no reason to deny his buddies some fun. He pulled his cock out and motioned to the guys. He moved off the beam while the men struggled silently but intensely to be next in line.
"She's quite a piece," they murmured as one guy passed him, his cock in hand, and knelt to place it in Betsy's slimy hole.
"Where'd you pick her up? Make sure she comes around everyday," they said, slapping Mr. Rackley on the back.
Mr. Rackley felt intensely satisfied as he watched his working associates take their pleasure with Betsy. He was glad he could give them some fun. It was a way of repaying them for all the times they'd taken him out for beers and things.
By the third guy, Betsy was finding that she was beginning to have a pussy ache. She couldn't imagine what was talking Mr. Rackley so long to have his climax, but she wished he'd hurry up. He didn't seem to answer when she asked him what was wrong. His cock seemed to feel different each time it thrust in her. But then again, maybe he was just having multiple orgasms. She did feel a ton of come in her.
Finally, after the sixth guy, Mr. Rackley approached Betsy again and pulled down her dress. Quantities of come had run out of Betsy's hole and had dripped down on the hundreds of people below, walking on the sidewalks and streets. No one seemed to recognize the substance for what it was, however, usually thinking it was some type of air conditioner residue or bird dung.
"Okay, honey, you can open your eyes now," Mr. Rackley said, shaking the girl lightly. "I'll lead you back to the lift. I got to get back to work."
The lunch hour was indeed over and men were all over the place. Mr. Rackley knew he could get into a lot of trouble for having an unauthorized guest up on the beams and he had to get Betsy out of there fast. He hoped the foreman wouldn't say anything to him if he saw Betsy.
"What happened?" Betsy said opening her eyes. She had trouble shutting her legs and felt only a little pain where her pussy was located.
"You were great, kid," Mr. Rackley answered simply as Betsy blinked and he led her to the lift. "Come on, I'll go down with you."
Betsy couldn't speak. She felt dizzy as she rode down to the ground level and immensely disappointed. It was no fun for her today and she felt that Mr. Rackley had just used her for his own pleasures and cared nothing about her. Betsy was hurt and angry.
"I'll get in touch with you," Mr. Rackley said as he patted Betsy's rear and kissed her on the neck. He then turned abruptly and winked at the crowd of men watching the couple.
They smiled and winked back, watching Betsy swing her rump as she walked away toward the bus stop. Mr. Rackley hurriedly rode the lift back up to his platform, thinking all the while how it would be to whip Alvin high atop a beam.
Betsy was upset and angry. She was determined not to bother Mr. Rackley again. He would have to call her this time. As soon as she got home tonight she resolved to give Eddie a call just to let him know that she was available again and maybe invite him to the barbeque on Sunday. It would be a good thing to get Mr. Rackley jealous by having another male dote over her in his presence, she thought.
Besides, Eddie was more concerned and cared more about her. Betsy combed her hair as she waited for the bus, a dull pain in her pussy, and slightly worried about the stuff beginning to leak from her and run down her leg.
CHAPTER NINE
ONWARD AND UPWARD!
"And I tell ya she had the biggest tits of any broad. Now I ain't kiddin'. They were at least this big," Bates said, standing up and molding an imaginary tit with his hands.
Bill sat nervously at the table, hardly touching his beer. He hardly knew what to do any more, overwhelmed in his confusion about Mrs. Rackley. She had thrown cold water on his truck empire plans and was uncertain if he should go through with it or not. Mrs. Rackley had seemed nervous and scared when he mentioned his idea to her. Almost as if she was afraid for him to do well.
"What's wrong, Bill?" Ernie said to him. "Ain't ya thirsty?"
"Naw," Bill answered listlessly. "I think I'm going to head home early tonight." He got up and flipped a dollar on the table to pay for his beers. Bates was so engrossed in his tit description that he didn't even notice BUI leave.
BUI drove slowly home, letting the car linger in front of the Rackley's house for a second to see if he could catch a glimpse of the beautiful Mrs. Rackley. Instead, he saw Alvin walking on the sidewalk with Judy. It was a surprise for him since he'd never seen his son with a girl. Perhaps this was the beginning of a new life for Alvin, one free of school books and studying.
Bill's heart leaped as he watched his son and Judy disappear into Judy's house to smoke a little hash. He couldn't wait to tell Shirley what he'd just seen.
"Yes, I know," Shirley said after he excitedly told her about the spectacle. "I noticed Alvin speaking to her out in front of the house this afternoon. It seems that she came to his aid during a fight yesterday."
"A fight? That's why his face is so puffy," Bill said. "Well, it's a good sign when a boy is fighting a lot. It means he's developing into a man. I hope he got a few good wallops in."
"Could you turn the TV louder, dear?" Shirley said, wiggling into the soft chair she had been settled in.
"...and now he's going around with the Rackley's girl, that's great, just great. I think I'll talk to him about going out for football next fall. I know he'd like it, and . . . "
"You're home early tonight," his wife said, interrupting him. "Weren't the boys out tonight?"
"Yes, but I didn't feel like staying," Bill confessed. "Listen, Shirley," Bill said, "I know I mentioned to you about the trucks once, do you remember?"
"Trucks? No, I don't think so," Shirley said, scratching her head. "Wait, I do remember something about that. You were sounding very crazy one night when you had too much to drink."
"Well, do you remember what I said?" Bill asked, grabbing her by the knees.
"No, not really. I didn't pay too much attention. Could you get out of the way of the TV, honey? I'm trying to watch."
"Well," Bill gulped, preparing to repeat the story, hoping her reaction would be different this time. "I'm going to buy another truck to expand my business. I'm going to be a rich man!"
"Really?" Shirley said, expressing genuine interest. "That's wonderful. Are you really going to do it?"
"You bet I am!" Bill said, happy for the first time in a week. He grabbed his wife, lifting her completely off the chair, and kissed her fiercely on the mouth. "I'm so glad you're happy, too."
"Oh, Bill," Shirley gushed, "it'll be a new life for us."
"Yes, Shirley, oh yes!" Bill could hardly contain his enthusiasm and sunk to his knees, kissing his wife's thighs.
"Please, Bill. The children-"
"Let's go to the bedroom now! I can't wait 'til later," Bill gasped.
"Okay, okay," Shirley said gleefully, happy to see her husband so sexed up.
She ran ahead of him into the bedroom and threw off her robe. She hopped on the bed right before he tackled her and buried his head between her smooth thighs.
"I'll do anything for you tonight," Bill gasped as he plunged his tongue into his wife's crack, sending wonderful chills through her.
"Ohh, Bill. I didn't know you could do it so good."
Even though Shirley had been experiencing Rastas daily, her husband seemed to offer something new with his thicker, heavier tongue and his more deliberate motions. He seemed to be exploiting an ability she had developed with Rastas' help to enjoy this particular kind of love. And now she was able to appreciate for the first time the real joys of a human male's tongue. She had never before realized that so much exquisite joy lay in a man's mouth.
"You taste so good, Shirley. You're so wonderful tonight," Bill said between slurps.
He hungrily swallowed his wife's creamy pussy excretions and licked her for more. His cock hardened and longed to rub itself to an excited frenzy.
"Put it in me," Shirley began begging after a while, gasping for air, her stomach heaving.
"Yes, oh yes," Bill said, quickly obliging his wonderful wife's desire.
His cock eagerly slid into her and together they had the most wonderful of orgasms. Shirley thought how wonderful it was that Rastas wasn't around to spoil this new fun. She knew the animal would have stopped at nothing to get his nose into her, he was so well trained now. But she felt she had achieved something finer now with her husband and Rastas seemed somehow out of place.
Mr. Rackley lay on top of his wife, panting and regaining strength for more and better orgasms. He thought fleetingly about Mrs. Rackley and wondered how genuine his love for her really was.
But she passed quickly from his mind as Shirley's small and writhing body began moving like a snake beneath him, hungering for more satisfaction. Bill only hoped his cock would hold up under the woman's increasingly strong pussy crunchings.
Across the way in Judy's house, Alvin and Judy had disappeared into Judy's bedroom after exchanging greetings with Judy's parents. Judy didn't understand her father's wide-eyed stare at Alvin and was also puzzled at Alvin's attention to Rastas, who he kept petting on the head and sides. It was only after the couple had disappeared into the room along with Rastas that Judy began to understand a little better.
"Watch this," Alvin said, quickly yanking off his pants, unashamedly in front of the male dog. "He loves it."
Judy watched as Rastas lunged hungrily at Alvin's hard, white dick, licking the thing and letting the shaft slide into his mouth on his long, pink tongue, careful not to let his teeth gouge the tender organ.
"Gee, that's quite a trick," Judy admitted, watching the couple. "I had no idea the dog was given to such things."
"Oh yes," Alvin gasped as Rastas continued to work on his cock. "Many dogs are like this. I was aroused yesterday when I noticed him snapping at an ex-friend's cock. I just had to try him out."
"Well, he does excite you," Judy admitted, watching Alvin's flushed face. She reached under her bed for the hash pipe so she could better enjoy this spectacle. "I wonder if he'll do it to me?" the long-legged Judy said, pulling her dress over her head.
She gave Alvin a puff of hash and took one herself. She then replaced her supply and began watching again as Rastas continued his dick lickings. Judy pulled off her panties and placed her pussy right next to Rastas's nose, hoping the beast would respond. But to her surprise, he didn't.
"I know what we can do," Alvin said suddenly. "I'll lie down and then you sit on me, making sure my cock goes all the way inside you. Then Rastas can lick us both from behind as my cock moves in and out."
"That sounds great," Judy declared, quickly following Alvin's instructions as he lay down on the bed, his slimy cock jutting upwards.
While Rastas tried to continue his cock licking, Judy let the cock plunge all the way into her pussy, conclusively removing the organ from Rastas's sight. The crazed animal didn't know what to do at first until he spotted the cock come into sight. In an instant, he was back around near Alvin's thighs and beneath Judy's buttocks, inserting his snout in the space far enough so his tongue could lap the cock as it moved out of the pussy and just before it plunged in again. Judy was able to feel a tickling from Rastas's tongue as it darted out every second and had a greatly heightened sexual feeling.
She felt a new thrill as Rastas, in his lust for the dick, pushed his cold nose into Judy's ass to get better position for his tongue.
"Ohh, Alvin, this feels so good. I never knew you knew so much about sex," Judy said, sighing, feeling a tingle in her pussy.
"I've learned a lot recently," Alvin said with confidence as his shaft continued to move, straight and sturdy.
As the hash took its effect, the couple began having repeated orgasms further stimulated by the untiring tongue of Rastas. Rastas too basked in this new found pleasure. While heretofore he'd only known the scent of pussy, cock seemed so much more delectable and desirable. How sweet the juices tasted!
The threesome continued in this manner until Judy tired of moving and rested upon Alvin's rod, settling there and letting the steaming male organ throb within her. Rastas jumped to the floor and lay down for a rest also, his tongue muscles aching.
Soon thereafter, Alvin decided to return to his home. He was worried that his parents would wonder about him and begin to ask nosy questions. He pushed Judy off him and got off the bed to dress. Judy lay sleeping in her unmade bed and Rastas awoke to lick a few remaining drops lovingly from Alvin's cock. The male let the dog have his way before donning his shirt and pants.
Alvin quietly opened the door, memories of the previous night dancing in his brain. He was determined not to let it happen again. He would not be abused. Rastas followed him out of the door and down the hall. All seemed quiet in the house and Alvin was beginning to feel safe. But before Alvin was able to get to the front door, he heard a sudden noise behind him in the darkened living room.
"Where do you think you're going?" Mr.
Rackley's hard voice called out from the shadows. Alvin saw the man step toward him in the light from the street lamps that poured in the front windows.
"I've got to get home," Alvin said sternly. "Now you leave me alone."
Before Alvin could get away, Mr. Rackley grabbed him by the arm. "Who do you think you're talkin' to?" he snarled, slapping Alvin across the mouth.
"Get away from me!" Alvin yelled, punching the big man with all his might in the face.
Mr. Rackley was so startled by the blow that he loosened his grip on Alvin and the lad bolted toward the door. Rastas was right behind Alvin turning to snarl at his master in an attempt to protect his lover.
At seeing Rastas behave as such, Mr. Rackley hesitated just long enough for Alvin to get out the door. Mr. Rackley was stunned and could only stare in disbelief at his pet who now stood snarling at him, covering Alvin's getaway path.
"What happened, Alvin?" Mrs. Rackley said, emerging from the bedroom in a robe.
"Oh, nothing dear," Mr. Rackley said, annoyed at Alvin's escape and rubbing his jaw where the lad had struck him.
"My, Rastas does look upset," Mrs. Rackley observed, staring at her pet. The dog quieted somewhat at the sound of Mrs. Rackley's voice. "I think he needs a drink."
She trotted into the kitchen and set out a large pan of water, which the animal hungrily lapped. Mrs. Rackley watched curiously, wondering what made the beast so thirsty.
It was Sunday and all concerned awaited the start of the barbeque with mixed feelings. Bill didn't know how to behave with Mrs. Rackley, especially after the wonderful sex he'd had with his wife. Shirley was nervous about Rastas. What if the stupid animal embarrassed her in front of the whole throng by thrusting his snout up her dress? How would she be able to turn the dog down? What if he didn't understand her and kept trying to get at her all afternoon?
Betsy had invited Eddie and awaited him eagerly. She planned to ignore Mr. Rackley and teach him a lesson. Mr. Rackley was hesitant about going because lie knew Betsy would be there and didn't know how he could face Alvin after the lad punched him.
Mrs. Rackley was also nervous about seeing Bill. She felt inexplicably repelled by his ambitious plans. She preferred the safety and certainty her husband had to offer.
Only Alvin and Judy felt good about the coming affair. It would give them a chance to exhibit their feelings toward one another in public, to show once and for all to their parents their true sexuality.
Betsy waited anxiously at the door for Eddie to arrive. She expected him to arrive alone this time in his own car. He was no longer friends with Chuck and had expressed no desire to bring a friend along when she had invited him. But Eddie also had mixed feelings about the affair.
After having sexually experienced both Betsy's mother and brother, he was unsure how they'd react to him. He just wanted to be left alone with Betsy and get a taste of her pussy. He'd really missed that since he'd stopped seeing her. He felt like leaving his old skin behind and wanted to start off anew with her on the right foot.
"Hi, Betsy. Your parents home?" Mrs. Rackley said as the Rackley family walked up the front steps.
"Uh, they're in the back yard," Betsy answered, carefully avoiding the eyes of Mr. Rackley who, although she didn't notice because she wasn't looking, also avoided hers.
"Where's Alvin?" Judy asked as she passed Betsy into the house, followed closely by Rastas.
"He's in the back, too," Betsy replied. "He's helping dad make the fire."
The four of them moved out into the backyard while Betsy waited anxiously for Eddie to arrive.
"Hi, how are you?"
"Well, hi there. How's the family?"
The two families exchanged uneasy greetings as they met.
"Have a beer?" Bill shouted from the barbeque pit to Mr. Rackley who had sat down at the outdoor table.
"Don't mind if I do," Mr. Rackley answered, "thanks."
He couldn't help staring at Alvin, who worked with his father at the grill with such confidence. But he knew deep in his heart that his triste with Alvin had ended, especially when he saw Judy walk right up to him and give him a kiss on the cheek.
Alvin beamed and was intensely proud. He felt he should tell his son about the birds and the bees so he'd know what to do if he got sex urges.
'Take good care of her," Bill joked, jabbing Alvin in the ribs with his elbow as his son moved away with Judy, Rastas jumping at his heels.
"Food will be ready in a jiffy," Bill screamed to those sitting at the table having a beer cocktail.
He walked over and sat down uncertainly next to Mrs. Rackley. Somehow she looked a little pale today, and thin. He didn't seem to be as attracted to her as at the previous barbeque.
"How are you, Bill?" Mrs. Rackley said uneasily. She looked at him with fear in her eyes.
"Fine, just fine," Bill lied. "Lovely day, isn't it?" he added to make conversation.
"Yes, just lovely," Mrs. Rackley said, trying to smile.
"Why don't you come with me to take the steaks off the grill. I think they should be ready now," Bill said, getting up suddenly.
"That should be fun," Mrs. Rackley said, almost tripping as she hurriedly got up from the table, not knowing how to refuse the man's request.
She hoped he wouldn't grapple at her breasts or buttocks and force her to resist him. She just didn't know how she was going to handle his eventual come-on. She'd just have to be firm with him, she decided as she walked with him to the barbeque pit and helped him get the steaks off the fire. She would have to tell him exactly how she felt when the time came.
"Don't they look good?" she said, more cheerfully, confident in her decision and her ability to protect herself.
"Done to a turn," Bill said with a boast. "Let's see how the rest of the people react." He winked playfully at her and they walked back to the table.
Shirley made small talk with Mr. Rackley while they sat at the table waiting for the food. Shirley also busied herself getting the side dishes ready and setting the table. But she couldn't help glancing every now and then at Alvin and Judy and Rastas, who stood near the side of the yard laughing and talking.
How come Rastas didn't bother her? She was a little thrown off by the animal's sudden change of heart. Certainly she'd expected the beast to be all over her at every opportunity. She hovered somewhere between relief and jealousy as she watched Rastas ignore her and leap around Alvin's heels. She was glad to see Bill arrive with the steaks so she could sit near him as they ate.
"Hi, everybody!" Betsy said gleefully, holding Eddie by the arm and stepping out onto the patio.
Everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their heads as they could hardly recognize the lad. He had relinquished his leather duds for conventional street clothes and had had his hair cut into a flat-top. He wanted to be a new person today, leaving his old self behind and emerging as a responsible youth.
Betsy had been thrilled beyond words when she laid eyes on him. Now she could feel free to like him and not be offended by his rudeness or inability to speak. She knew how strong he was and was overjoyed by his efforts now to carry on regular conversations about conventional things. Mr. Rackley was the furthest thing from her mind as she held Eddie's arm.
"Well, nice to see you again," Bill said, shaking Eddie's hand and pretending not to notice any difference in the guy.
"Nice to see you," Eddie said in a loud and clear voice with a smile on his face.
"Here, have a beer and a steak," Bill said, slapping some chow on Eddie's plate.
Eddie sat down and began eating without saying much more. Betsy sat close by his side, her face beaming. Mr. Rackley could hardly eat, sitting beside Betsy on one side and Alvin on the other. They both ignored him, chatting only to their respective mates and he was forced to look across the table at his wife, who he noticed, was also having difficulty eating. She was seated nervously beside Bill who really wasn't bothering her, but rather talking to both Eddie and Alvin about old football games he'd played many years back.
Shirley, who sat on the other side of her husband, could only stare at Eddie in disbelief, hardly recognizing him as the animal who had brutally forced himself on her. She longed to be alone with her husband that they might enjoy each other's company without the strange and bad memories of the particular people here.
The meal was quickly finished and Shirley hurried from the table into the house.
"Bill," she yelled, "could you come in here and help me with something?"
"Just a second, dear," he replied. "And that's how I got that arm injury that bothers me when it snows," he said to Eddie, finishing up his football story. "I'll be back in a minute, Shirley is calling." He left the table and hurried into the house.
"Bill, stay with me in here," Shirley whimpered, clutching onto her husband as he walked into the kitchen.
"What's wrong, are you crazy?" Bill asked.
"Please Bill, if you love me, you'll stay with me now," Shirley said with a certain finality.
"Well, if you put it that way," Bill said in a softened tone. He kissed Shirley on the lips and walked with his arm around her into the living room, out of sight of the backyard guests.
"Bill, let's do it. I want you so bad all of a sudden. I don't want to be with any of those people out there. I just want you. I just want to be with you and be happy with you. I want you all to myself and I want to forget about our neighbors."
"Yes, dear, I know what you mean," Bill said suddenly, realizing how much he loved his wife. "I want you all to myself forever and ever. I haven't been paying enough attention to you lately and all that's going to change now. My eyes have been opened these past weeks. I just haven't given you the proper respect and treated you right. Today we will begin a new life."
"Oh yes, Bill. Please, carry me to the bedroom and do it to me! I can hardly wait. Let the guests take care of themselves," Shirley pleaded, throwing her arms around her husband's neck.
Bill quickly lifted his small, lightweight wife and carried her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut with his foot.
"I didn't know that," Betsy said, astonished by the news. "When did you join?"
"Just the other day," Eddie said, his eyes wide and bright and his face clean.
It was the first time within memory that Betsy noticed no grease beneath the fingernails. "I decided that my soul needed a little going over so I figured that that would be the best way to do it. We meet every Sunday morning at the church. As a matter-of-fact, I just came from there."
"Gee, that is good news," Betsy said, happy to learn that Eddie would be getting some lessons in morality. She hoped it didn't diminish his sex drive any. She would soon find out, she decided.
Eddie had been remarkably calm so far, completely ignoring Alvin and using this whole affair as a test of his newfound inner strength. He was happy to see that he was able to resist slipping back into his old ways and was also happy to see that he was able to control his previous animalistic lusts. He wondered how Betsy would feel to him, if her pussy would taste as sweet or if his changed personality would have an effect on his ability to enjoy girls.
"Let's take a walk," Betsy suggested with a twinkle in her eye.
Her mother and father hadn't come back out of the house and this was her chance. She was happy to be able to successfully ignore Mr. Rackley and move back into what she considered a more natural situation. She hoped as she moved away with her soon-to-be lover that Mr. Rackley wouldn't feel too bad about this turn of events.
"I know a place that's real private," Betsy suggested, turning the corner of the house and heading toward a big bush.
"Why don't we go to my car?" Eddie suggested excitedly, happy with Betsy's desire for sex. "I just cleaned it and it's spotless." He was anxious to try his new and more sensitive technique on the girl. He hoped she would enjoy his new approach to sex.
"That sounds keen," Betsy said enthusiastically, almost running toward the car.
Her pussy was also spotlessly clean, ready for any amount of licking and sucking. The eager couple got to the car and without hesitation, hopped right in.
"Oh Betsy, I've wanted you so much these past few days," Eddie said, kissing Betsy hard on the mouth, careful not to bite her.
"I've missed you too, Eddie. I've been so mixed up lately," Betsy whispered, rubbing her tits on the big boy's chest.
"I've been haywire myself lately," Eddie confessed, "but all that's changed now. I'm starting a new life for myself. I think I'm even going to sell my car and give up fighting. I'm going to get a compact or something that doesn't cost so much money to keep up and then get me a job. I'm going to save money and everything. I'm just gettin' myself together."
"Eddie, that's wonderful," Betsy beamed.
She was tremendously impressed. Now she'd be able to marry Eddie and he'd be responsible and be able to support her like a real man and not be messing around with his silly car day and night, always racing and fighting.
She kissed him hard and groped for his penis. They fell together down on to the front seat, locked in passionate embrace out of the view of passers-by.
Alvin, Rastas, and Judy moved noisily away from the table at the same time as Betsy and Eddie. They talked and laughed loudly, proud of their new and strong relationship. Rastas barked and yapped loudly, jumping at Alvin's heels. Mrs. Rackley stared at the strange behavior of her pet. She wondered what had come over the animal and wondered if he would still lick her snatch when she requested it of him.
The trio moved in a laughing clatter away from the backyard barbeque and into Judy's house. Rastas was tremendously excited over what he knew was going to be a fresh come coming. And Alvin was happy, too, happy to be accepted by all with his new love, Judy. He looked forward to their love making now, happy also that Rastas was along to heighten the pleasure.
"Let's do it all the rest of the day," Judy said excitedly, pulling off her blouse.
She didn't bother to wear a bra, a fact that had not gone unnoticed by her father earlier. She had noticed him staring at her and had felt very strange. She'd never seen her father look at her like that before.
"That sounds great to me," Alvin quipped, opening his fly and letting Rastas get a sniff.
In no time, they were completely nude, the three of them and lying in bed together. Judy reached under the bed for the hash pipe so they could thoroughly enjoy their unique relationship.
"We seem to be left alone," Mr. Rackley said to his wife as he stared at her across the table. "It does feel nice to be alone with you for a change."
"Yes, Harold. It feels nice to be with you. I feel so free all of a sudden, like a great weight has been lifted from my shoulders. Won't you come and sit beside me?"
"Okay, dear," Mr. Rackley said, happy that his wife was being so kind to him when he needed it most. He felt like he'd been through the weirdest things these past few days and was happy to have the sturdy comfort of his faithful wife near him.
He moved to her side of the table quickly and put his arm around her shoulder. He felt relieved to be near her. She represented such strength to him, a pinnacle of durability and properness. He was happy to be able to call her his own.
Mrs. Rackley felt warm and nice sitting close to her husband this day. How uncomplicated and consistent he was. She never needed to fear any abrupt changes in life with him or sudden shake-ups in routine. He was always consistent, day after day, always doing the same things, keeping the same habits. What a sense of security he gave her! She loved the sturdy sameness of the man. He was truly a rock among men. She kissed him on his bristly cheek.
"Perhaps we can walk about a bit," she said sweetly, stroking her husband's balding head.
"If you like, honey," Mr. Rackley answered, feeling exhilarated by the reunification with his wife. They walked about silently, arm in arm, staring at the ground until they came to the si ill smoldering barbeque.
"I love you so much," Mr. Rackley said, suddenly seized with great passion for his mate. He grabbed her fiercely and kissed her on the mouth, even biting her lip.
"Oh, Harold," gasped the proper woman, "we can't do it here."
"Yes, here!" Mr. Rackley said panting, pulling gently at his wife's garments.
She smiled slightly and didn't say anything. She enjoyed her man's spontaneity and didn't want to discourage it. He pulled her behind the barbeque pit and threw her lovingly on the ground, groping under her dress.
Mrs. Rackley closed her eyes quietly and let her husband work on her, content to yield to him, happy to give him what she could. She was too relieved that he was with her, doing his thing with her in his own crazy way to worry about someone seeing them. There seemed to be no one around anyway. And Mr. Rackley finally felt himself back on home ground, playing in a ball park he knew all about.
He worked with skill and confidence on his own wife, stripping her of her undergarments and preparing her pussy with skillful probing for the entrance of his pulsing dick. It was nice to be able to go home again.
CHAPTER TEN
HE THRUSTS ANEW
"Oh god, Bill! I can hardly stand it!" Shirley veiled as Bill's tongue worked frantically within her pussy crack, forcing her up new walls of passion.
She pressed his mouth harder into her cunt, aching for his tongue to probe deeper wishing beyond all belief that it was longer and firmer.
"I want your dick, Bill," Shirley gasped. "I'm ready for it now. Give it to me. Give me all you have."
Bill hurriedly positioned himself properly, taking time to wipe his mouth on the bed sheet before placing his cock between Shirley's wonderful and appreciative pussy. He loved the way his woman responded to his every probe and stroke, easily rising to peaks of ecstasy. He felt very competent and was relieved at not having to behave in particular or straight-jacketed ways. He knew that whatever he did to Shirley she would enjoy and beg for more to satisfy her insatiable and ever hungry pussy.
With a quick lunge, Bill jammed his cock into his beloved wife, feeling it soak in the warmth within her. He rapidly moved it, wanting to take full advantage of his wife's excited condition to give her a quick orgasm. She would then surely be able to go on and have many more without unnecessary delay.
He felt the first cunt clampings soon begin and his cock was soon reeling under the vicious clamps. Hill nested as her spasm subsided, knowing that he'd need all the cock strength he could get to totally satisfy this love starved lady. But he loved it. He loved the way she loved, always wanting more, longer cock in her pussy or iron. She was all woman to him.
"Bill, do it more. I need it again," Shirley whimpered after only about ten minutes.
She wanted desperately to feel his cock moving in her. She needed to feel him constantly today. She needed to appreciate his dick to the fullest.
"All right, dear," Bill said, beginning to thrust anew in his darling wife.
He'd do anything for the woman. She was so good to him, interested in his well being and advancement of his business. He couldn't do enough for her and a little dick ache at the end of the day was a small price to pay for such a wonderful woman.
Shirley felt divine having her husband over her again, thrusting his dick into her small body. This was as it should be, as it always should have been. She didn't know how it could have ever been any other way.
Rastas was only a faint memory to her now, she having completely forgotten his long slivery tongue. Her big man was certainly much better and Rastas was certainly no match. This was real love and sex, a real man on top of her pumping away, determined to satisfy her and keep her happy.
She let her brain slip away into the haze of feverish delight as she felt another cunt spasm coming on.
"Oh Eddie, this does feel delightful. I had no idea such simple things could feel so fine."
Betsy wiggled as Eddie's finger continuously massaged her cunt, probing carefully about, making certain to nib the most sensitive parts. They were sitting side by side in Eddie's car, Betsy with her panties off and Eddie with his hand under Betsy's thigh and into her wet pussy.
"I never did anything this simple before," Eddie confessed. "It does feel nice. I wonder why I never did it more often."
"Ohh, it tickles," Betsy said, chills running up through her.
She put her hand on his cock and stroked it easily. She felt it surge upward with the same old strength it used to have. She realized that this technique might have changed, but he still had the same old cock underneath. She longed to have it thrust up into her. She continued to rub it as thrilling chills continued to rush through her.
"You feel so nice today, Betsy," Eddie said. "I don't think I ever took the time to appreciate you as much as I should have."
"Well, you'll have all the time you need now," Betsy said panting, wanting the dick more than ever. "Let me sit on you," Betsy whispered. "I want to feel you in me."
Eddie gulped. He didn't feel ready for her vet. He hadn't expected her to get so excited so soon. His new personality somehow didn't seem to include fast fucking.
"Well," Eddie relented, "all right." He didn't quite know what to do and had to think back to remember the best positions for front seat screwing.
He turned around and put his back to the dash board, pulling out his stiff cock at the same time. In a flash, Betsy was on him, letting the big organ slide right up into her. Eddie's legs were folded up under him and he leaned back slightly to get in a more comfortable position while Betsy only concerned herself with his organ.
In no time she was breathing heavily and moving steadily upon him. He felt strange not being aggressive for the first time in his memory, but he liked the feeling, one of leisure and control. He knew he could have his orgasm whenever he wanted to and enjoyed the slippery feeling of Betsy's pussy and liked watching her jerking shoulders as sensations ran through her.
"Betsy, you feel nice today," he said, stroking her hair as she threw her head back. "I never knew you could feel so good. How come I never felt this way before about you?"
"Well Eddie, your mind is just calmer now," Betsy managed between gasps, wishing a little that he would return to his former animalistic self.
She wanted him to be savage with her and tear his cock wildly in her. Her back was to him and she felt delighted when he stopped talking and suddenly two hands reached around her to grab her tits.
Eddie was losing control and indeed returning to his old self. He began humping madly upward, almost ripping Betsy's tits from her body in a frenzy of orgasm. The pair struggled together in the front seat, bumping the dash and the steering wheel in abandon. Eddie felt his love go into a slight pussy spasm as he emptied his load of come into the girl.
They settled down then to rest, Betsy with her head on the top of the seat and Eddie letting his head fall against the dash. He continued to squeeze her tits and loved the warm softness they had. They were perfect toys for after orgasm fondling.
The Rackley's humped together comfortably, he with an uncontrolled frenzy, and she with a tolerant and deliberate upward reaction. Mr. Rackley shot his load in no time, but kept up his movements for more and better ones to come. Mrs. Rackley knew it was only a matter of time for her and kept up her steady matching rhythm, responding carefully to her husband's incessant thrust.
She wondered for a moment where Rastas was, but was in a way glad the animal wasn't here to ruin the purity of this beautiful man-wife love affair. It was perfect bliss for Mrs. Rackley, she never really knew such relaxed spirit before. She hugged her husband's big, brawny back close to her small tits as his cock continued to move within her.
Very soon, Mrs. Rackley felt her pussy in a swirl of emotion ready to clamp at any moment. She held her man fast and braced herself as the thing began, slow at first and then faster and more intense, rippling out from her middle and slowly finding its way to her mind, forcing her eyes to shut tight and her hips to leap with joy.
"God, honey, that was beautiful!" she managed.
But her husband didn't bother to answer. His cock still moved, racing toward new and better orgasms. He knew that his wife was rarely this kind to him and he'd better make the most of it. But he also felt very warm toward her today and wanted to give her the most intense pleasure.
He couldn't be sure if she was just obliging as a temporary thing or if she indeed had a change of heart. In any event, he wanted to reward her for her kind and pleasurable behavior, and also get as many orgasms as he could himself. They kept up the rhythm together in the back of the barbeque pit in the deserted backyard.
"Gee, Judy, this feels great," Alvin said, his eyes rolling in ecstasy.
"I thought it would be good," Judy gasped barely able to speak.
"I never did anything like this before," Alvin continued. "I didn't know girls liked this kind of thing."
"Of course, silly. They love it. All girls love it," Judy said, wiggling her pussy so Alvin could get a better taste. His face was buried deep between the long girl's legs and he probed like a child with a new toy into her pussy with his thick tongue.
"This feels funny to me, too," Judy said, pulling her mouth away from Rastas's cock.
She had always wondered how the family pet would react to such intimate sexual behavior and she was startled to find that he was like every human male she'd ever known. He loved it.
The trio was arranged in a triangle, with Alvin and Judy making up the two long sides and Rastas making up the short side. While Judy suckled the animal's pink penis, he was busy licking Alvin's candy dick. He loved these warm, friendly people. He felt that he'd at last found his true self. He licked the cock hungrily, pausing now and then to pant from the sensations Judy was giving his turgid cock.
The trio lay in this manner for the better part of the afternoon, occasionally pulling out the hash pipe and even giving Rastas a chunk of the mind boggling drug to swallow.
They experienced the most exquisite delights, learning things about each other that they'd never known before. They changed partners often with Alvin suckling Rastas's cock, Judy sucking Alvin's, and Rastas licking Judy's oozing pussy.
And finally, they had intercourse a variety of different ways, with positions that could only be dreamed up under that exotic influence of the oriental hash drug. And Alvin finally experienced a thrilling new thing: reciprocal anal intercourse with a dog.
"Dear, this has been the most wonderful time of my life," Shirley said as she squeezed her husband's sides with her strong thighs.
"Me, too," Bill answered as shooting pain ripped through his penis.
He weathered four of Shirley's vice-like orgasms and it had just about been all he could take. His cock lay limp and hurting on his belly as he rolled off his petite wife and lay beside her sighing.
