When Elaine Flowers regained consciousness, she found herself lying in her gym suit on the rubdown table in a ten-by-twelve special rubdown room adjoining Miss Ruby James' private office in the school basement. A bright floor lamp was shining down on her body. She didn't hear anyone in the office. She was all alone. The girls' shower and locker rooms were to the right of the physical education teacher's office. She heard the showers and the constant giggles and voices of the girls' gym class. Then she remembered. She had played the net in the volleyball game when she felt the swimming in her head. She'd suddenly grown dizzy and fainted. She wondered what had made her pass out like that. The doctor had told her stepmother and father that she was suffering from over-sexuality and mild depression, and that such physical reactions would occur as long as she had the neurotic problem.
Suddenly the door to the outer front office opened. She heard Miss James talking to the school nurse.
"All right, Ruby," Joyce Gilmore spoke. "Where's my patient?"
"She's on the rubdown table in the back room," Miss James said.
They came forward. The fat little nurse was wearing a white uniform and had graying brown hair.
Miss James switched on a floodlight in the ceiling and. stood back with folded arms. She was a big, husky, masculine type and wore a white gym suit:
The nurse placed her black bag on the nearby medicine stand and looked down at Elaine. She took in the girl's shapely figure and long reddish curls with one sweeping glance. No one needed to remind her that Elaine Flowers was a beautiful girl.
"Hello, Elaine," she said.
"Hello," Elaine said softly.
"Miss James tells me we had a little accident."
Elaine nodded her head. "I guess so."
"What happened, honey?"
"I don't know. I just felt dizzy and before I knew anything, I blacked out."
Miss Gilmore took a deep breath and sighed. "Too bad. We've had those cases all week long. Let me see." She touched Elaine's right breast and then ran her stubby fingers along her side and hip and thigh, using her fingertips. "You fell against the volleyball metal stand and injured yourself a little. Does that hurt?
Elaine grimaced. "Yes. My hips and thighs hurt a little."
"Uh-huh. Kind of swollen. Not too much, though." She turned back to her bag, opened it, and took out a large bottle with a dark green solution inside. She opened the bottle and poured a handful of the solution, then began to massage Elaine's breasts, and nipples, then her side and right thigh. She poured a second handful and repeated the operation.
"This ought to take the swelling out. You'll be good as new in a little while. It's just panalgesic. It won't hurt you. Now relax, dear. I'm going to give you a little examination. First your temperature. Open your mouth."
She took a thermometer from her bag and stuck the tip end under Elaine's tongue. At the same time, she wrapped the cloth around Elaine's right arm to take her blood pressure. She squeezed the rubber ball and watched the pressure gauge. Then she nodded. "Everything seems to be okay." She got rid of the pressure gauge, then took out her stethoscope. She placed the earphone to her ears and listened to Elaine's heartbeat. She turned her over on her back then and listened to her heartbeat again. She let the stethoscope dangle around her neck, then she looked over at Miss James, who hadn't budged. She stood silent and observed with deep interest.
"She's perfectly normal. I can't find anything wrong with her except the swellings where her body struck the volleyball net stand."
"I'm glad she's going to be okay," Miss James purred.
"Wait a minute," said the fat nurse. She turned back to Elaine. "When did you last have a period?"
"Over a week ago."
"Was it normal?"
"I guess so."
"Do you still feel dizzy?"
"No."
"Head swimming?"
"No."
"But you did feel dizzy before you fainted?"
"Yes, quite dizzy."
"Do you have such dizzy spells often?"
"Quite a few lately."
"How often?"
"Maybe twice a day. In the mornings and just before I go to sleep at night. Sometimes they wake me in my sleep. Such awful headaches."
Miss Gilmore nodded thoughtfully. "When was the last time you saw your family doctor?"
"Over a month ago."
"For the same thing?"
Elaine nodded. "Uh-huh."
"Have nausea spells?"
"Sometimes."
"Lately?"
"No."
Miss Gilmore slipped on a rubber glove and went around the table until she stood at Elaine's feet. She slipped both arms between her legs and up to her thighs, then pressed her legs apart.
"Open and raise your legs."
Elaine obeyed. Miss Gilmore reached both hands between her legs and with her fingertips spread the petals of her vulva. Then she leaned over and smelled her. "Has any boy ever had his penis in you?"
Elaine felt ashamed. Her eyelids closed and she blushed. She looked away. "Oh, no-no."
Miss Gilmore looked back at her as if she doubted her word. "The reason for that question was because we've been having an unusual number of pregnancy cases at school lately."
Elaine felt her blood rush to her head. "I'm not pregnant, Miss Gilmore. I just had a fainting spell. Are girls who faint supposed to be pregnant? Besides, I had this same trouble when I went to my doctor and he didn't say I was pregnant."
"All right, if you're not pregnant, you don't have anything to worry about. Baby, if you're baking a cake, it'll sure rise in a few months. It's too early to show right now." Miss Gilmore gave her a nasty smile and went about gathering her instruments together. "You relax here awhile, dear," she told Elaine. "If you feel the symptoms again, get excused to come to my office and I'll see that the principal lets you go home. Take it easy now. You're a very pretty girl, Elaine."
"Thank you," Elaine said, and smiled back at her as she left the room, followed by the gym instructor.
Ruby James followed the nurse to the door. "Keep her off the gym floor for a week or more until I can look into this case.
"Will do," Ruby said. "Thanks, Joyce."
Miss Gilmore nodded and winked at her. "Another case for you, honey. This one's so hot she's about to lose her mind. She's no case for a doctor."
"Uh-huh," Ruby nodded. "We'll sure have to see about her case, won't we, dear?"
Joyce Gilmore winked again and left the office.
Ruby James went back to Elaine on the rubdown table. "Are you comfortable, honey?"
Elaine looked up at her and nodded. "Yes, Miss James," she replied. "How long must I stay here?"
"Not too long."
"Can I go to my next class?"
"Of course. You're okay, honey," Ruby said. "Listen, you lie right there and relax and don't think about your problems. I'll be right back, after I see that all the girls are out of the shower and locker rooms."
Ruby James found a fat blonde sitting naked on the bench in front of her open locker. She had large breasts, fat hips, and robust buttocks and thighs. "Betsy, how come you haven't gone to lunch?" She was one of her special pets. Ruby folded her arms and walked over to Betsy. She sat down on the bench, placed an arm around the fat girl's waist, and kissed her on the cheek.
Betsy's warm eyes were full of affection and love. "I wanted you so awfully bad today."
Ruby smiled and kissed her on the mouth. Betsy's hands went around her shoulders. They were safe. All the other girls in the gym class had gone. "You'll have to wait until tomorrow, baby. I'm quite busy right now with Elaine Flowers. She's in my office and Miss Gilmore said she'll have to relax there for a little while. I'll give you some money. You can buy a nice big lunch-steak and gravy. You love to eat." She reached inside her bosom, took out a roll of bills, and peeled off a dollar, slipping it into the girl's hand. Then Ruby ran her hand between her legs and tickled her pussy until she felt her clitoris, working her finger all the way inside her. Betsy began to pant and squirm on the bench.
"Feels good, huh?"
"Oh yes, Miss James. Please, can't we sit here awhile now?"
"I'm afraid not, dear." Miss James withdrew her finger before she got Betsy all steamed up. "Now get dressed and go to lunch, or else you'll be late for your next class."
Betsy reluctantly obeyed. Ruby waited until the fat girl was dressed, then escorted her to the back door that led up the hallway to the cafeteria. She patted Betsy on her fat rear and said, "Bye, honey. See you tomorrow, hear?"
Betsy gave a feminine curtsy and held her hand and kissed it. "Bye, Miss James."
Ruby locked the door to her office and turned back towards the rubdown table where Elaine was lying naked under the lamp. She looked at her wristwatch. Only eleven-thirty-first lunch period. Her fourth hour gym class didn't start until twelve-fifteen. She would take thirty minutes to get this young pussy before going to the cafeteria for her lunch tray. It wouldn't take long to break her cherry. She'd have a mental breakdown if somebody didn't help her. Ruby knew she was capable of solving Elaine's problem.
She stood there in the doorway and began to unbutton the blouse to her white gym uniform. She slipped it down to her waist and stepped out of the lower trunks. She hadn't worn anything underneath, except a thin bra. Her breasts were small, her thick hips and body muscular.
When she was stark naked, she brushed her short blond hair back from her ears and stood there with her hands on her hips, looking at Elaine's spread thighs. What a surprise was in store for this sexy little pupil! She only hoped she wouldn't blab about it and cause any trouble for her.
"Hi, dear," she said. "I'm back."
When Elaine looked around and saw her teacher standing there, practically naked, she didn't know what to think. Miss James was probably going to shower. The shower room was right next to them, behind the table. "Miss James, are you going to shower?" she asked.
Ruby shook her head. "Uh-uh, baby. I'm going to make love to you. That's your trouble-oversexuality. Your oversexuality is causing you all this trouble and I've made up my mind to help you to solve it."
Elaine just looked at her. "Did Miss Gilmore tell you that?"
"Uh-huh. She didn't have to. I've known it for some time now. I can just look at all the cunts in my gym classes and tell which ones are sex starved. It's the truth, isn't it?"
Elaine covered her face in a timidly shameful gesture. "Yes, oh yes!"
"All right. Now don't be frightened. It won't hurt. In fact, it's going to be very pleasant and delightful for you."
Elaine was excited and already aroused. She could hardly wait to enjoy what Ruby had promised.
Ruby stroked her hair. "Don't be nervous now. Like I said, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to make it so sweet you'll pray I don't stop. You ever been loved by another girl?"
Elaine was already aroused by her mere suggestions. She could hardly find her tongue. "Never," she said.
"That's strange, dear. You're so pretty, too. You have masturbated, though, haven't you?"
"I don't deny that."
"So have I. Sometimes we can't help ourselves."
Ruby leaned down and kissed Elaine's forehead, then drew her wet lips along Elaine's cheek to her mouth. She forced Elaine's lips open and her tongue went inside the girl's mouth. Their tongues met. Elaine felt her whole body begin to burn. She couldn't stop her fingers from grasping Ruby's body in a desperate way. "I didn't know it could be like this," she sighed.
Ruby smiled and moved her lips down lower. "This is only the beginning, dear. You need lots of attention, and I really go for pretty feminine girls like you, Elaine."
"How could you tell?"
"How? It shows, baby. Your ass bounces all over when you strut about."
She was kissing Elaine's throat now, and Elaine had begun to caress her masculine shoulders. "Oh, Miss James, that feels so good. What else are you going to do to me?"
"Everything. You'll get the entire works."
"What about lunch? Won't we miss lunch?"
"It won't take long. Now be quiet."
"I hope no one catches us."
"The door is locked. Everybody's gone to lunch. We don't have to worry about anything. Relax, dear."
Elaine closed her eyes. She felt Ruby's mouth on her left breast. The teacher's lips and teeth sucked the nipple until Elaine felt like she was going to scream. She clutched Ruby's head and pressed her mouth hard against her breasts, beginning to utter little moans from deep in her throat.
Elaine began to press her body harder, spreading her legs.
"Fuck me, Miss James, fuck me!" she cried. "I want to fuck. I'm hot. I'm so hot. Do it to me!"
She began to claw at the gym teacher. Miss James had to hold her hands until she calmed down. "Take it easy, darling. I'm going to do something else first that makes you feel good. Now stop that. There's plenty of time to work off your sexual appetite."
Ruby licked Elaine's stomach and around her navel. Elaine was trembling. She could hardly wait for Ruby's slithering tongue to reach her pussy lips. She grabbed her head, forced her mouth against her vulva, and began to screw her hips against Ruby's head and face. She tightened her thighs. Ruby's tongue went around her pussy lips until she could taste the hot love juice coming from the girl's hot cunt. She let her tongue move inside then. The moment her tongue made contact with the hot flesh Elaine began to cry out wildly.
"Oh, that's good, good, good!" she panted.
"Can you feel it, baby? Is it good?"
"Damned good. Good. Good. Good. I'm going to cum. I feel it. I'm going to cum all over your face, Miss James!"
"Cum, my baby. Cum!"
"Yes, yes!"
Miss James didn't hesitate. She kissed Elaine's mouth and worked herself down on the table on top of her. She slid her finger in the girl's pussy and fingerfucked her while her tongue was busy in her mouth. Elaine choked and nearly fainted. Ruby waited until she had recovered before she began her tactics all over again. Elaine had already had two or three orgasms and was still unwilling to quit. She was so hot she didn't want to stop.
Ruby was still masturbating Elaine's clitoris, making the girl go crazy, when she finally spread her legs and sank down between them on the table. She pulled up the guard rails of the table so they couldn't tumble off to the floor, then she pressed herself between Elaine's spread legs until her own vulva lips found Elaine's juicy pussy lips. Their tongues met and saliva ran from both their mouths. Elaine imagined that Ruby was Billy Hanks inside her. And the more she was fucked by Ruby the more she visioned Billy Hanks' big cock was in her. She began to cry out hysterically, "Oh, Billy. Billy. Billy. That's so goddamned good. Fuck me, fuck me. Don't stop. I want to cum and cum!"
They were wet with saliva; love juice ran down between their legs. Their vulvas smacked harder together. Elaine cried out again and again as the gym teacher continued to fuck her. The mounting sensation brought both of them to a final climax. Then they lay with arms and legs entwined, breathless and spent.
Later, after they had showered and dressed, Ruby had brought beef stew and coffee from the cafeteria. They sat at the desk and ate their lunch. It was a quarter after noon. Elaine had her skirt and blouse on; Ruby was wearing her gym uniform. She sipped her coffee with one hand and held Elaine's hand with the other. Elaine couldn't keep her eyes off her. She wanted Ruby to come to her later that night, when they could enjoy each other in bed. '
"I'll be late for my next class," Elaine said.
"I'll write you an excuse." Ruby smiled, patting her forearm. "Who do you go to?"
"Miss Crivello. Art."
Ruby smiled. "Don't worry. Myrtle Crivello and I are roommates. There's no trouble there. Just the same, I'll write out a note so she'll know what the score is."
"Thank you, Miss James."
Ruby leaned over and kissed her. "Stop calling me Miss James. It's Ruby to you now."
"All right." Elaine nodded and finished her coffee. "Ruby, why don't you drop over to our house later this evening? Will you be busy?"
"Not too busy. What's going on?"
"Nothing. I'd like you to come over. We could enjoy each other much better over there. Not like this. We didn't have much time. I want you so very much." Elaine's eyes were full of the sweet passions their love had created. "Besides, I'd like you to meet my stepmother Lenna."
Miss James lit a cigarette. "Oh, I remember now. Your father married the sister of our basketball coach's wife. Sylvie Baron is your stepmother's sister, isn't she?"
"Yes. You know Doug and my father are very close friends."
"They should be brothers-in-law by marriage now."
"Yes that's true. Are you going to come?"
"I think so. That is, if you think your parents won't mind."
"My father isn't home."
"He isn't?"
"Uh-uh. He works for a big sporting goods company and travels a great deal to all the schools in the southwest."
"I see. Then Lenna and you are mostly home alone?"
Elaine nodded. "Lenna needs someone like you to talk to her."
"Is Lenna the trouble you have at home?"
"Partly. She and my father quarrel all the time he's at home. He gets drunk and she cries all night. My father blames her for letting me grow up like a tramp, and she blames him for neglecting her by staying on the road. He makes lots of money and Lenna does nothing but throw parties. She hates me and tells me I'm the cause my father dislikes her and refuses to sleep with her when he comes home."
"Oh, you do have problems at home. If you think I can help the situation out, I'll drop by."
"Oh thank you, Ruby." Elaine finished eating, then took Ruby's hand and raised it to her lips and kissed the back of it. "I won't tell Lenna you're coming. I wouldn't want her to get angry at me."
"All right, dear." Ruby looked at her watch. "You'd better get your books and get out of here, else you'll miss your art class. I'll see you later tonight."
"Do you know where I live? The phone number is in my father's name, Earl Flowers."
"Don't worry. I'll find it." They left their seats and went holding hands to the door. Ruby kissed her on the mouth and opened the door. "Bye for now, dear. Tonight, huh?"
"Oh, yes, Ruby. Tonight," Elaine laughed.
CHAPTER 2
The room was dark, the blinds drawn, when Elaine entered the art class. The class was busy on the sketch of a skeleton on the large screen. The projection camera was on the table in back of the room. Each student had a lamp on over his table, making a drawing of the skeleton on their paper.
Myrtle Crivello raised a hand for Elaine to remain at the back of the room. She didn't want to disturb the class. Then she came around to where Elaine waited at the door. She was slender, shapely, in her middle twenties, with long black hair, and breasts that stood out permanently against her thin yellow blouse and the painter frock that was now stained with paints and oil colors. "You're late, Elaine."
"Here's an excuse from Miss James, " Elaine said, handing her the note. Miss Crivello took the note and read it. Then she smiled. "All right, dear. Ruby said you had a little fainting spell, and that the nurse thinks you can stay at school, but to send you back to her office in case it happens again today.
Take your seat at the table."
"Today we're doing a sketch of the human skeleton." She wrapped an arm around Elaine's waist and helped her around the table, where she took the chair alongside Billy Hanks.
Billy Hanks was a robust boy with blond hair, big hands and strong shoulders. He was proud and rather stuck on himself. Most of the time he wore tight-fitting pants.
Billy Hanks spoke to Elaine as she sat down.
"What's wrong, Elaine? You look kind of peaked."
"I'm okay now," she whispered. "May I borrow some drawing paper? I'm out."
He reached over to her drawing board and placed drawing paper on with thumbtacks. He had already finished his own skeleton far ahead of the others and was making another sketch of something else.
Elaine saw that his own skeleton was finished. "Oh, that's perfect, Billy." She felt her heart flutter. She admired him. She didn't know why she had allowed Miss James to do that to her when she knew it was Billy whom she loved and his fat cock that she wanted. "What's that you're drawing?" she asked.
"Miss Crivello."
She looked up front. Miss Crivello was seated at the desk, going over several report slips she was required to do for the principal. She wasn't noticing the class. Elaine looked back at Billy. "Let me see it."
"No. You think I'm crazy? You might snitch."
"You can trust me."
He looked at her. Like all girls, she was nosy and curious. He had made the sketch especially to lure her into his trap. "You promise to keep quiet?" he asked suspiciously.
She raised her left hand. "I promise."
He removed the thumb tacks and took the sketch off the drawing board and slid it across the table to her.
When she saw what he had drawn, her lips fell apart and she almost cried out in surprise. "Oh, God," she panted. "I'll be damned." It was a nude sketch of Miss Crivello seated upon her desk with both thighs spread and her knees lifted. She was using a fat penis-shaped device to masturbate herself. Half of the large object was inserted inside her pussy. Her head was thrown back in a state of sexual agony while the few male and female students around looked on in awe-stricken surprise.
Elaine blushed, felt her eyelids flutter as the sexual pangs touched her inner thighs again. She clapped a hand over her mouth to smother a giggle, then passed it back to him. "Oh, Billy! You'd better get rid of that before Miss Crivello sees it."
He ignored her, and began to touch up the area of her pussy and the dildo, adding dimension to the sketch.
Elaine had placed her drawing paper on the board now. She said teasingly, just for spite, "Why don't you make a sketch of me?" She looked at him and smiled wickedly. "Wouldn't my figure make a better model than hers?"
He gave her a sly look. "You're jealous," he accused.
She picked up her drawing pencil and tossed her head. "What if I am?"
"All right," he smiled. "If you're so game, maybe you'd like my own image on paper. As a personal gift?"
She began to sketch, then paused. "That might be ducky," she giggled. She looked at Billy and stuck out her tongue.
He reached down to his crotch and patted the bulge of his cock. "Wanna see it?"
"Oh, shut up," she snorted indifferently. "Leave me alone." Yet deep inside she was overwhelmed by his offer. She still felt aroused from her sexual encounter with Miss James. Her face flushed. She couldn't resist the temptation that Billy had offered. The words slipped from her tongue before she could control herself. "I dare you. I double-dog dare you." He had never showed her his cock. He knew she was nearly sick for a glimpse of the real thing.
"I don't take dares from chicks," he whispered out the side of his mouth.
"Prove it," she snapped.
His fat fingers toyed with the zipper on his trousers. Billy had never been this bold in class before. He had difficulty drawing it from his shorts. His semi-hard-on was making it quite difficult. The more that it came into view, the more Elaine looked. The thick head was rosy looking, and too large for any girl's cunt, Elaine decided. He began to jack himself off right under the table. Her breath escaped her lips. The more he jacked himself, the larger his cock grew.
She was definitely sexually entranced now. She sat motionless, completely overwhelmed with lust, her lips working convulsively, panting a little unnaturally.
Then without warning, she felt an uncontrollable fit seize her. She felt the swimming in her head, much stronger than before. She was dizzy. Her drawing pencil fell from her fingers and rolled off the table to the floor. She threw her hands over her face.
"Don't, Billy!" she sobbed. "Don't! Leave me alone!"
He looked at her in a shocked state. She sat there shivering, clawing her cheekbones, her lips pulled back, showing her teeth. Her eyes stared blankly ahead.
Elaine took a final look at his over-sized penis, then screamed.
It attracted the attention of everyone in the class, especially Myrtle Crivello.
Miss Crivello looked up from her desk, a startled look on her face. Her bright brown eyes searched the faces of everyone in the classroom. "What was that?" Then she noticed several others looking around at Elaine Flowers. "Elaine, was that you?"
Elaine rested her head on her arms and began to sob in an embarrassed manner. Miss Crivello rose from her chair and came slowly down the aisle toward her. "Get back to work!" she ordered the class.
While everyone's attention, including Miss Crivello's, was drawn to Elaine, Billy tore the obscene picture from the drawing board, crumpled it quickly into a ball, and stuck it in his pants pocket. Billy zipped his fat cock back inside his shorts and closed his fly on his trousers, only he was unable to get rid of the hard-on. It bugged him. The girl seated at the table to his right noticed it and knew he couldn't help himself. One of them had observed the whole show on the sly. She was cracking her sides laughing.
by the time Miss Crivello reached the table, Billy had an innocent look on his face.
Miss Crivello stood beside Elaine's table. "Elaine, did you make that crazy noise?"
Elaine, teary-eyed, lifted her head. "Yes, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself, Miss Crivello."
"Really. What's the matter with you?"
"My head hurts. I feel sick. I think I'm going to faint again."
Miss Crivello laughed sympathetically and placed a consoling hand on Elaine's head. "Oh, you poor dear. Miss James said you had an accident on the gym floor and you might have to go to the school nurse if it bothered you again. Maybe you'd better take your books and go see Miss Gilmore about getting excused to go home. I can't have you interrupting my classroom like that."
"All right," Elaine said. She managed, with Miss Crivello's help, to get her things together. Without as much as glancing in Billy's direction, she got up from the table and left the classroom. She didn't see the other girls seated nearest them smiling enviously at her.
Miss Myrtle Crivello didn't go back to her desk. She went along the east side of the classroom, adjusting the blinds from the sunshine and raising the windows for more air. It felt stuffy inside. After she finished, she looked around at the class with folded arms across her pushed-up breasts. Everyone was busy, except Billy Hanks. He sat slouched in his seat, eyeing her out the corners of his dark eyes. He looked quite handsome. Right now he was studying her like he was obsessed with a supernatural mind, strong enough to read her thoughts. Only she knew he didn't have any idea what she was thinking. Neither did any of the other students. Most of them thought she was a prude; she pretended to be so quiet and strict, only she was just the opposite. She knew sex for all that it was worth, and usually enjoyed and indulged in it to its fullest pleasures. Sex, for her, was the center of everything. Unlike Ruby James, her roommate, she managed to contain her sexual impulses around the students.
Myrtle felt herself blush when she thought about Elaine Flowers. That hadn't been any ordinary cry that girl had made. She was definitely aware of what it was all about, and, of course, the reason why. She had often cried out in that same manner, perhaps even worse at the most delightful and crucial moments. Often she couldn't help herself, what with Ruby James' slithering hot tongue tickling the inner lips of the cunt. Obviously, Elaine Flowers was about as over-sexed as she was. That was why she hadn't bothered to write out a seventh-hour slip for her to return later in the afternoon in order to talk to her. Something had to be done about her and that handsome stud sitting beside her. Few girls could control their emotions, especially if they sat next to Billy Hanks. That kid had a prick on him like a young stud horse. He was more animal than human when it came to his penis. The girls couldn't help notice it under his tight trousers. She had seen it many times, and would often blush with jealousy, wondering who he was giving it to. Myrtle knew she wanted it worse than anything else, even worse than Ruby's slithering tongue. Were Billy and Elaine having a screwing session somewhere after school? There just had to be some sexual relationship going on between them.
Miss Crivello shrugged and primped her lips. She had in mind to see what Billy had that made the girl cry out in that beastly way. She walked slowly toward the back of the room and approached Billy's table from the rear, in order not to disturb or be observed by the others. Then she slid into the chair that Elaine had occupied, and reached for the skeleton sketch Billy had made. He looked at her and grinned, but Myrtle didn't show any response. He's ruthless, she thought. She knows he has all of us at his mercy, wanting him like hell, but I'm going to fix him for making that girl suffer, for making all of us suffer. I'm going to fix Billy for good.
He was a gifted artist. Her eyes went over the sketch. "Billy, this is simply magnificient," she said in a complimentary tone. "If you'll continue to work hard and develop yourself, some day you'll become a great artist. You're very talented."
He grinned. Her encouraging words meant a great deal to him. "I am going to become an artist, Miss Crivello," he promised. "My mother thinks so, too. I'm going to try my very best."
She put down the sketch and folded her arms on the table, resting. "You like art, don't you?"
"Yes, I love it. It's part of me. Sometimes I take long walks in the country just to study the trees and country settings and animals."
"That's exactly what it takes," she said softly. Her eyes darted down underneath the table and she saw his hard-on.
She looked back at his handsome face. His handsomeness made her blush with desire. Her eyelids fluttered and she felt her heart begin to throb excitedly. It didn't take much of him to arouse or disturb her. Like some girls carried crushes and sexual fantasies for male movie stars, such was her sexual fantasy for Billy Hanks. Yet she tried to steady her voice, and spoke in a reproachful tone. "Billy, I like your drawing work. You're an A student, but you'd better be careful about the way you behave in my classroom."
He made a stupid look, like he didn't quite understand what she was talking about. "I haven't done anything, Miss Crivello, honest."
She gave him a searching, cold look. "Don't try to deny it. You know darn well what I mean. I'm referring to Elaine Flowers. She didn't scream like that on her own account. You did something back here that you shouldn't have." She glanced down at the shape of his fat cock again. "You'd better keep that thing inside your pants where it belongs and stop exposing it to innocent girls in school, unless you'd like to stand before the class and exhibit yourself as a model for them to draw. There are numerous art classes who'd be eager to have a nice-looking guy like you for a model."
Billy lowered his head shamefully, yet deep inside he appeared to be sneering at her. "I'm sorry, Miss Crivello," he apologized. "I promise not to do it anymore."
"You'd better not, unless you want to get kicked out of school. If I reported you to the principal, he'd expel you, but I'm going to give you another chance. Understand?"
He nodded sullenly. "Yes, Miss Crivello. I understand."
She made a motion to rise, then thought about his circumstances, especially his sick mother. All his teachers were aware of his family problems. She sank back into the seat. "How's your mother getting along, Billy?"
"Not so good," he replied. "She needs an operation. Real bad, too. She might die if she doesn't have it. My dad works but he doesn't have any insurance. He blows the money on booze and gambling every week.
"I wanna help my mom, Miss Crivello. I need a job real bad."
"Yes, I understand," she nodded. She lifted her head thoughtfully. "Say, I may be able to get just the thing for you. In the line of a job, I mean."
His eyes were on the two soft dints her nipples made against the smock and blouse material. Myrtle noticed him looking at her and paused, almost forgeting what she was going to say. She gave a little sexy purr, like she imagined his lust for her was just as strong as hers was for him. "Would you be interested in janitor work?" she asked.
"Yes, Miss Crivello. I do cleaning work where I live for Vera Clark, all the time when she's unable to do it or her boyfriend doesn't show up."
Myrtle smiled. "Good. Then I may be able to help you obtain a job."
"Where?"
"At the apartment complex where I live. The Mews Apartments. I was talking to Mrs. Hooper the other day and she mentioned something about the work getting too heavy for Wally, her husband. She does all the manager's work, and he does the janitor part. She asked me if I knew any high school boy who'd be interested in working evenings and over the weekend. I don't know how much she'd pay. But what she pays should come in handy."
He nodded eagerly. "Sure would, Miss Crivello. If you can help me get a job there, I'd sure appreciate it."
She smiled and nodded. "All right. I'll ask Mrs. Hooper about it and if she still needs someone, I'll give you a ring. Do you have a number where I can reach you?"
"We have to use the landlady's phone. She'll call me down. Her name's Miss Clark. Here, I'll write her number down. I'll stick around for your phone call."
"Swell, Billy. Miss Hooper may want you to drop by this evening, to talk things over. Her husband just had a serious operation and can't do any heavy lifting. If she needs anybody, I'm sure she'll hire you."
Myrtle stood up in the aisle and saw him observe her fleshy thighs when her legs parted. His lips pulled back from his even teeth and she was almost certain that she would be able to seduce him, once she was able to get him over to the Mews. She had to think of some scheme to get Ruby out of the apartment.
As she strutted back towards the front of the class, she felt a burning itch inside her cunt. It was worse than ever before. She could never remember when she had felt such a strong sexual feeling for a male before. She had to have him or else. She wanted to teach Billy Hanks a lesson he'd never forget. She would make him cry out worse than he'd made Elaine Flowers cry out, once she clasped her firm thighs around his body and her cunt muscles clamped hold of that fat cock of his.
CHAPTER 3
Lenna Flowers was thirty-four. She had a gorgeous body and was very pretty, with long copper-colored hair and blue eyes. It was nearly eleven o'clock in the morning before she was able to drag herself from bed. Like every night, she had slept nude.
As she climbed out of the bed, ruffling her long nails through her tousled blond hair, she felt like she would fall apart. Her neurotic condition and headaches were worse whenever Earl was out of town. This time he had been gone for over two weeks. She had called the sporting goods office several times in the past week, but they merely told her he wasn't required to report to the office until the first of the month.
She staggered across the room to the dresser for a cigarette, but the dresser was littered with so much clutter, she couldn't find the pack. She looked at herself, the wild blond hair, sunken cheeks and dull green eyes. Before her marriage, she had considered herself very pretty; now she resembled a sloppy hag. It was all Earl's fault. He didn't love her. All he wanted was her around to take care of his daughter.
Still nude, she staggered out of the bedroom, supporting herself with a hand on the wall. She didn't know why she felt so tired and lonely this morning. She had no energy whatsoever. Maybe it was the hot weather. September was unusually hot this year. She felt so tired and restless. She descended the stairway slowly, holding the hand railing. She couldn't imagine why Earl had changed so in the ten years of their marriage. One never knew a person until they lived with them. True, they didn't have anything in common. They were so different.
In the parlor, she stopped and looked at the dog. He was a fat hound with droopy ears and a sagging-skinned penis that nearly touched the floor. "Good morning, Spider," she spoke. Her voice had a different ring than usual. The hound's long ears jerked.
Spider jumped off the bearskin rug near the fireplace and wagged his tail. He didn't come to her all the time, not this freely, since she scolded him and most times threw him out of the house. The moment he leaped up, the pointed end of his penis darted out of the heavy skin. She looked at the jutting little pointed penis and felt a savage thirst well up inside her throat. Her breasts ached and down between her legs came an uncontrollable burning hunger over which she had no control. She had never liked the ugly brown dog, but this morning she was strongly tempted.
A wild thought gushed through her brain, but she kicked him away. "No, get away, Spider."
Her psychiatrist had persuaded her that her anxiety stemmed from a lack of sexual activity and even suggested himself as a partner. Now the goddammed bastard had left on a vacation for two weeks. Here she was stuck without a husband and a boyfriend, about to loose her mind.
She went on to the back den and around the bar to the cupboard. It was stacked with various types of liquor. She wanted Scotch. She opened the bottle and drank it straight from the bottle, then went over to the sofa and flung herself down.
Her rubber penis was underneath the sofa pillow in a plastic bag. She felt for it, took it from the plastic bag and spread her thighs. She leaned back on the sofa pillow and inserted it.
After a few insertions of the rubber dildo inside her pussy, Lenna felt it was no use and angrily flung it down on the sofa. She rose and went back to the bar for another drink. She picked up the bottle and swallowed the liquor quickly. Liquor never helped, though-it merely helped to increase her passions. With booze in her, she became loose and vulgar, a pushover for any stud who might happen along. That was the way Earl wanted to find her. It would be reason enough for him to kick her out of his house, now that his pretty daughter was old enough to take care of herself and perhaps run the house as well. No wonder she hated herself at times.
She turned back to the sofa, and flung herself down on it again.
Then she heard a car drive up and stop in front of the carport.
She rose and staggered to the front window, drew back the white lace curtains, and looked through the blind. Involuntarily, her right hand covered her mouth. It was Doug Byron, her brother-in-law. What the hell was he coming around for at this time of day? Why wasn't he at school? Certainly he knew Earl wasn't home. Sylvie was supposed to be down in Miami visiting their mother.
While she heard the car door slam and his quickened footsteps along the sidewalk, Lenna ran awkwardly through the house to the kitchen where she had left an old house wrap hanging over a chair. It was almost transparent, but she didn't care. Doug's cock was as good as any.
She picked up the wrap and threw it around her shoulders, then took her time as she made her way back to the barroom where she selected two glasses and slid back the ice compartment for ice cubes. She set the glasses on top of the bar just as the door chimes sounded.
She threw the latch and opened the front door. "Doug," she smiled. "What're you doing here this time of day? Come in, honey."
He was six feet four, weighed two-twenty, and had a crewcut. His yellow sport shirt and brown slacks fitted like a corset.
His piercing dark eyes took in her thin attire. "Hello, Lenna. Guess you think I'm crazy."
She giggled, brushing away her locks. "No, I don't. Sit down, Doug. Why aren't you at school?"
He walked to the sofa and sat down. He could see through the thin wrap Lenna was wearing. The shape of her thighs and her bushy pubic hair was visible through the transparent material. She folded her arms in front of her firm breasts and spread her legs just to tease him a little. She could see his eyes blink unsteadily when he saw all her goodies.
He gave a soft chuckle and cleared his throat. "It's my lunch hour. So I just had to drop off Earl's fishing equipment before he gets home. I don't want that crap on my hands all winter. He's got a shotgun of mine. Remind him to bring it over when he gets home. I want to go out after some squirrels early next month."
Lenna wiggled her tongue at him. He had been trying to screw her ever since she had been married. Even while he was courting Sylvie. She didn't know why she had always given him the brush-off. Somehow this morning he was very special to her. The way he and Sylvie quarreled, she didn't think her sister would mind if she borrowed her husband's penis for a while.
"Is Sylvie back?"
He shook his head. "No. Why?"
"I wondered. She hasn't called me yet," she said. "When do you expect her? Mother called last week and said she was down there."
"I haven't heard from her. She left here in a huff like she intended to be gone all winter. Sylvie can be such a bitch at times."
Lenna smiled. She knew how they had been getting along. Just like her life with Earl. Right now she would dismiss the whole matter. She felt bitchy herself. The feelings of a female devil were brewing inside her head. "Listen, how much time do you have?"
He looked at his wristwatch. "It's twelve-thirty now. I have a psychology class at one."
"Thirty minutes, huh?"
"Yeah. What's on your mind?"
"You and me."
He grinned and raised his brows. "Yeah? Get to the point, baby."
"All right," she said. "Can you keep your mouth shut?"
He looked at her, perplexed. Then his grin broadened. "Sure."
She reached over and mashed out her cigarette in an ashtray on the cigarette stand, and then steadied herself as she untied the robe belt and pulled it back from her body. The sight of her naked body made Doug's face color. His lips fell open.
"Lenna. Goddamn. Goddamn, what's the matter? You drunk?"
She shook her head. "You afraid of my being drunk?"
"Course not."
"Do you like what you see?"
"You're goddamned right I do! God, what a figure! Your pussy sure looks delicious."
"Want some of it?"
"Hell, baby. I've been after that for ten years. What's come over you? You going to divorce Earl?"
"Not yet. My psychiatrist told me my neurotic condition stems from a lack of sexual activity. Earl doesn't screw .me. Obviously he's screwing some other woman and doesn't want me. You've heard stories about traveling salesmen. Anyway, I'm practically nuts; I need a man so badly. And I bet your prick is dying for a hot pussy."
"You're goddamn right it is. I've been nursing a hard-on for a couple of weeks, ever since Sylvie's been gone. Jacking off isn't for a fella like me. I need a pussy."
Lenna gave a cackling laugh. "Honey, both of us are dying to fuck, so what have we to lose? First of all, how about some drinks?"
"Right," he nodded eagerly.
"Scotch and water for you?"
"Right."
"While I fetch drinks, why don't you start getting undressed? I haven't seen you naked before, no more than you'd just seen me. I bet you got a prick on you like a bull. Sylvie never told me, but you probably can tear a woman's pussy out."
"Right," he grinned.
She had said that merely to arouse him. When she returned with the drinks, she accidentally stumbled over a shag throw rug on the parlor floor and fell over into his lap, thus spilling the drinks on him and all over the sofa.
"Oh, how clumsy of me!" she cried, "I'm sorry, dear. Maybe I'm drunk."
"Yeah, you are." he said. He began to fondle her nude body, then he stripped off his shorts. She giggled and began to caress his shoulders. "Oh, what a man. You'd make two Earls." She pressed her hands against his chest. "Wait, I'll get more drinks."
"Forget it," he said. "We don't have time. Let's get this party started."
"Good boy. Why don't we? Maybe it's better for you not to go back to your health class smelling like booze. Some of your basketball stars might get the wrong impression." She laughed and he jerked her wrap from her body and flung it to the floor.
Already his hard-on showed. His prick was throbbing; he forced her down to her knees between his hairy legs. "Get to it, baby," he coaxed. "Let's see how you lick."
Lenna wanted to protest. She was also surprised and disappointed at the shape and size of his cock. She had expected to see a monstrous penis. It wasn't too large, not quite as large as her tall husband's. Just the same it was a cock, and big or small it would probably serve the purpose.
He grabbed her thick hair and pressed her face against his crotch. "Take it, Lenna. It won't bite you," he coaxed.
Already her wet tongue was coiling around the pink tip of the head. Lenna felt herself growing more vicious, more wanton. All her inhibitions fled. Nothing mattered.
She took the cock inside her mouth. Her lips and tongue moved up and down on it very slowly, then she began to work faster, sliding the prick in and out of her mouth like a piston.
His head was thrown back, his eyes shut. "Lenna, that feels so goddamned good," he sighed, working his haunches against her face, nearly shutting off her breath. "Faster, faster. Baby, that feels delicious. It's almost ready ... it's almost there. Harder, baby, harder!" He jerked her head against his flanks with such pressure that she could hardly breathe; her jaws and tongue stretched like they would pull away from her face. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth.
Then he was humping against her mouth and yelling like a bull. "It's cuming, Lenna! It's cuming!"
Lenna sucked harder, swallowing his load. She would be rejecting him if she hadn't swallowed it. That was the hippie creed. So she swallowed it and then fell over against the sofa while he lay back, shivering in sexual delight.
"Oh, baby, that was good," he sighed, and relaxed.
She wiped her lips and face, then sank back on the sofa to wait for his actual attack.
Before she knew anything, he had seized her shoulders and was kissing her, his thick lips moved to her neckline and then to her breasts. She didn't try to stop him. It felt so good she began to laugh crazily, clawing his shoulders.
"Oh, Doug, baby. Do it to me, do it to me!"
"I haven't got started yet."
"Then hurry, please hurry."
He was licking and kissing her stomach now, his wet tongue in her navel.
When his lips and tongue reached her cunt, she began to heave and pant wildly, her body quivering. She couldn't wait now.
"Oh, Doug, Doug!" she cried. "Fuck me. Put it in there. I want to cum!" Already her love juice had flooded her cunt. His tongue darted in and out of her crack, tickling her clitoris. Doug had her on the verge of screaming because his tongue was making her clit feel so good.
Suddenly he lifted his big head, looked around toward the kitchen, and paused, then he looked back around at her. "I heard something," he told her. "Somebody just came in the house."
Her face was distorted from sexual delight. "Oh, don't be silly. We're the only ones here."
"I tell you, I heard the basement door slam."
Lenna's eyes were lidded with lust. "Oh, shut your big mouth and get that cock inside me before I go crazy! Hurry, Doug!" She flung herself against him. He pressed her thighs back, her cunt directly in line with his throbbing prick. All he had to do was lean over her and drive it down into her wet cunt.
Doug thrust into her, his prick sliding in with considerable ease. "Don't worry, baby," he said, kissing her. "It's in now."
"Oh, I feel it, Doug. It feels so good, baby. Make me cum."
He worked his haunches against her, driving his prick in and out of her cunt.
He was panting. "You got every inch, Lenna."
She gave a wild laugh, then yelled out delightfully. "Go ahead, you sonofabitch. Shove it in hard! That's it, that's it. Harder, Doug, harder! Harder, goddamn you!"
She felt the balls slapping against her cunt lips. The feeling had her nearly hysterical. She began to utter little inarticulate cries of delight. She felt her head jerking crazily against the sofa armrest. She was on the verge of having an orgasm when he stopped again.
Frantically, she clawed at his shoulders. "Don't stop! Don't stop, Doug! For God's sake, what the hell are you stopping for?"
He wasn't listening to her. He was shivering and sweating on top of her, but he looked around again at the short hallway leading towards the kitchen. "Lenna, I hear somebody in this house," he stated, trying to catch his breath. Sweat ran from his face.
She didn't bother to open her eyes. She reached down for his buttocks and pressed her pussy against his cock, forcing him deep inside. Her mouth hung open, her eyes clamped shut. Then she opened her mouth like she wanted to scream, crying out like a mad animal. "I'm cuming, Doug. I'm cuming. Oh, you bastard! Oh, I'm cuming, cuming, cuming!"
He wasn't looking at her. His attention was directed once again toward the kitchen door. "I told you, I heard somebody come in this house, Lenna."
She couldn't hear what he was trying to tell her. "Goddamn them, I'm cuming!"
"Shut up and listen to me."
She was working her hips feverishly against him, driving for the sweetest orgasm of all. "Fuck them," she yelled. "Fuck them, Doug. Shove your cock in! Don't stop until you've churned all the cum out of me!
CHAPTER 4
Sylvie Byron wasn't down in Miami visiting her mother like her husband Doug had thought. Truthfully, she had been down there earlier in the week, but she had left by plane the day before. She had arrived in town and rented a motel room along Highway 40. She had made a date to meet Earl Flowers.
At noon she was pacing the floor in her panties and stocking feet, seemingly in a state of anxiety. Actually she was lonely and worried. Earl had promised he would be there when she arrived and no later than seven that morning. When he failed to show up by noon, naturally she became worried and uneasy.
It was no soft bed of roses living with Doug Byron, hearing him snore and slobber in his pillow at night. He never spent any time with her when his mind was occupied with his tight basketball schedule.
Sylvie, at twenty-nine, was a brassily attractive silver-blonde with blue eyes. She wasn't as shapely as Lenna, yet she was slim and petite and had large breasts.
She stripped off her panties and lay across the bed naked, a cigarette in her hand. She looked at a glass of Scotch on the night stand. She felt slightly high, but she was accustomed to drinking; she didn't intend to get too high before Earl arrived. A car sounded outside. Expecting it was Earl, she slipped out of bed and ran to the front ceiling-length windows, drew back the pink drapes, and peeped outside. It was only an old married couple checking out, leaving the motel.
She walked dejectedly back to the bed and flung herself down. She sat back up and ran her fingers through her blond curls. She reached for the bottle again, then decided she had better lay off.
She wanted to make love rather than get herself drunk. She had planned their affair so she could be with Earl the rest of the following week, since Doug thought she was in Miami visiting her mother and Lenna didn't have any idea Earl was back in town. They arranged it to find out if they meant anything to each other. She knew she loved Earl-there was no question about that.
Sylvie rolled over on her back and reached for the rubber penis she had brought along to help stir up her emotions. She slid it down between her thighs and began to tease outer edges of her cunt lips. She had read that a sexologist recommended that a woman should masturbate often in order to help herself become aroused and achieve orgasm. She could never cum with Doug.
She had the head of the rubber penis past her vulva now, slipping it halfway into her cunt. She worked it in a circular motion, letting it tickle the tip of her clitoris. She felt pleasure deep within her and began to insinuate her hips as she worked the rubber penis in quickly now. "Oh, baby," she moaned sensually. "Oh, fuck me, baby, fuck me." She inserted the rubber cock all the way and began to whine, gyrating her body crazily, panting heavily.
Then a knock sounded on the door.
Sylvie nearly jumped off the bed. She sat up, breathless and flushed. She withdrew the rubber cock and shoved it quickly underneath the pillow, then brushed her hair from her face and tried to regain her composure.
On her way to the door, she picked up a towel and dried her face and shoulders and breasts.
"Who's there?"
"Earl, sugar."
"Wait, dear." With nervous fingers she got the latch off and opened the door.
When he was inside, he looked at her, surprised to find her naked and flushed and wild, her hair tangled.
He looked down at her breasts and then below her stomach. She didn't have any pubic hair. "Goddamn, what'd you do, Sylvie, shave off your pussy hair?"
Indeed she had. One could see the cunt lips standing open. "I thought you'd like it better this way. This way, the goddamned hair won't get in your way when you eat me. I don't want you to swallow any of them." She began to help him strip. "Come on, baby, do something to me. I've been through hell. Hurry up. Get naked."
He pushed her hands away, shoved her over, and fell to his knees beside the bed. He thrust her legs open and forced his mouth between them, his tongue licking her pussy. She began to cry out with delight. "Oh, Earl. Earl, dear!" His tongue found her clitoris. He kissed and sucked on the tiny organ until she began to claw at the bed sheets and shake her head crazily. "Oh, baby, baby. That feels so good! I'm going to scream. Stop it. I'm going to scream."
He didn't stop, and before she could stop herself, she became wild, screaming out her orgasm.
Later, she lay in bed. Earl was drinking. He was naked now. He wanted to talk and drink before he fucked her. "Doug isn't for me," she said. "He just isn't for me. He's rotten. Rotten, baby. You know what I've found out?"
Earl took a drag of his cigarette. "What?" he asked.
"Plenty of dirt about him. Here we've been married ten years, just as long as you've been with Lenna, and we don't even have a home. He gambles and stays out three or four nights every day in the week."
"Hell, I thought Doug was a regular fella. He's a real sport when we're out together."
"Sure he is, with other men. But he's stuck on himself, the big bastard. I know he's fucking two or three teachers at school. Oh boy, do I hate that goddamned school. I wish somebody with guts would burn it to the ground. Some of those teachers, especially that art teacher and that gym teacher who's after those pretty teenage girls, are disgusting. And that goddamned principal, Mr. Hobson, forces girl pupils in his private office. Honest, Earl, I'm not lying. I'm telling you the truth."
He laughed and finished his drink. "You're drunk, Sylvie. If old Hobson was doing all what you just said the community would kick him out of the school system."
"Well, he is, and they don't mind. Maybe their mothers don't care if he fucks them in his office. I'm not as drunk as you think. But you don't have to believe me if you don't want to."
He reached over and pulled her into his arms. "What's the matter, baby? What's on your mind?"
"You ought to know by now. All the times we've been in this room together and you still don't know?"
"I'm married to your sister and you're married to Doug Byron, baby."
"Don't remind me. I want to leave him, Earl. I keep telling you that I don't love Doug. I've never loved him. I could kill myself for marrying him. Ten years with that big elephant and nothing to account for it. He's no good for a girl like me. All he's keeping me around for is to suck his prick every night. That's better than letting him fuck me. He hurts my stomach. He's lousy in bed. Whoever told him he could fuck was either sick or crazy. He thinks he's tops, but he doesn't really know what fucking is all about."
"I always thought Doug was a cocksman.". "What gave you that impression? His hugeness?"
"Yeah. Maybe."
"Don't kid yourself. Ten years and he hasn't even knocked me up yet. I don't think any guy is any good at fucking who can't make a baby. At least, that's my opinion." She sipped her drink and kissed him. "Honey, I want more out of life than I have. You don't love Lenna any more than I love Doug.
You know that. That's why you're here with me all the time. You can't stand her any more than I can stand Doug. I actually hate him. Why don't we run away and leave them here together? I love you, Earl. Honest I do. I'd be a good wife to you."
He looked thoughtfully at her. "That sounds practical, but it isn't sensible."
"Why not?"
"What about my position? I sell athletic equipment to over a thousand schools in this vicinity. I don't think the company would appreciate me if I did a thing like that."
"You're yellow."
"Not yellow, baby. We have to consider other things."
"What other things, for instance?"
"Elaine, for instance."
"Elaine's a grown woman. She's going on eighteen. She's no baby, Earl. What's more, she's fucking like all the rest of the girls around that school. Do you know how many of them were knocked up in that school last spring?"
"No. How many?"
"Out of an enrollment of 2150 girls, over 200 of them were pregnant and had to quit school."
"Goddamn! I didn't know that."
"Honey, you don't know the half of it. Elaine's just lucky she wasn't one of them. I can't understand how she prevented it, from what I've heard about her. Maybe Lenna has her on the pill."
"Maybe she does," he said. "Lenna won't have a baby either. Claims the doctor says she's made too close and her pelvic bones won't give."
"She told you that? She's a liar. She had her tubes tied when she was twenty. We lived in a tenant house and all the boys would play around with her. She got pregnant and mother made her get an abortion. She can't have any kids."
"I don't want any by her. Goddamn her. She's your sister but she's a two-faced bitch."
"You don't have to tell me. How about me? Can you give me a baby?"
"Maybe. Do you want a child?"
She kissed him again. "Oh God, yes, Earl. I want more than one child. Do it for me, honey. Give me your baby this evening. I don't care if you won't marry me after it's done. I love you, Earl. I'd have a child for you anytime you wanted me to."
"All right. If you want a baby, I'm the guy who can give it to you."
"Oh, you sweet dear."
She felt down over his stomach for his prick. As usual, it was soft. She always had to help him get hard. She leaned toward the nightstand and squashed out her cigarette, then turned back to him and kissed him.
He was resting his head under his arms on the pillow, staring blankly up at the ceiling. He was forty and she was twenty-nine. She admired the older man. He had more compassion for her than her husband. He knew what love meant. Doug didn't.
She ran her fingers through his hair. "A penny for your thoughts," she said.
"I'm thinking about a big drink, baby. A nice shot of Scotch and water."
She looked at his empty glass. "Don't tell me you intend to get high again today."
"Not too high. I intend to go home tonight."
Her lips parted and her eyes shut in disappointment. "Oh no, dear. I thought you said we'd spend a few days here together. I don't have to go home. Doug doesn't even know I'm in town. He thinks I'm still in Miami. He never calls mother's house to check on me. He doesn't give a shit. He's probably happy I'm away so he can bring his other bitches to the apartment."
He embraced her, and ran his fingers over her lovely pointed nipples. "I'd like to, Sylvie, only I've got some important business to take care of right away at the office. I've pulled several fat orders this time. Over a hundred-thousand dollars. I want also to see what your sister is up to."
"She's as scared as hell you're going to leave her. Oh, by the way, that gang of hippies she was fooling around with left town. Two of them got in some kind of trouble. Sometimes I hate Lenna. You wouldn't think she spent a couple of years in a convent."
"Maybe that's where she got started,' from what I hear about some of the nuns."
"I love you," she said, smiling, moving down along his chest, her tongue licking his belly. "I'm starved for a prick. Two weeks with mother practically drove me crazy." Her wet tongue was at his navel, then her lips and tongue captured his penis. She held it with her left hand and began to coil her tongue and lips over the head, sucking it slowly until it began to stir.
He lay back with eyes closed. "You never did get that drink for me, baby."
"Let it wait," she panted.
She rolled over on her back, doubled up her knees and spread her thighs. "Now, honey," she sighed.
"Get that prick in me. Don't hurry, dear. Do it slow. I don't want you to shoot off before I cum."
She felt his cock sliding inside her. He wasn't as strong as Doug, but something about the way he drove his buttocks against her and kissed and sucked her nipples while he was screwing drove her to incredible heights.
"Oh, Earl, that feels good."
He worked slowly on her, his teeth on her nipples, making friction and bringing pleasure to her. Finally she began to make little noises deep down in her throat, her hips working at his cock like a piston. "Earl," she panted. "Earl, I'm cuming!"
"Cum, you pretty little bitch. Cum!"
"Hurry. Hurry, Earl. Let's cum together!"
He drove against her, then cried out, "I'm cuming, baby. Take it all!"
CHAPTER 5
Elaine came up the driveway towards the big white house. Her father had bought the large dwelling five years ago but never had time to enjoy it. He was gone more than he was home.
She paused midway in the drive, noticing a bronze-colored new Buick parked in front of the carport behind Lenna's car.
That looks like Doug's car, she thought. What's he doing here this time of day? Why isn't he at school? She knew her father wasn't home yet. At least he hadn't been that morning before she left for school. Oh, well. Maybe Sylvie had returned and dropped by to see her sister about something. They did belong to the same bridge club and played golf on some afternoons.
Elaine shrugged her shoulders and continued up the long drive.
When she came alongside the new Buick, she stopped and looked at it. The motor was running and the front door next to the wheel was partly open. It wasn't like Sylvie to be that careless. The garage door behind the carport was open, too.
Her father's long station wagon was parked in its regular place; it hadn't been used since he had gone fishing the week before he'd left. In fact, it was still loaded with all his fishing equipment. When he came home he would probably replace all the fishing equipment with hunting equipment for the hunting season. He and Doug usually went out together. Both were fanatic sportsmen.
Elaine paused and looked back at Doug's car again, wondering why he was over on his lunch hour, if her father was still out on the road.
Was she disturbing some special affair by coming home early from school? She didn't put anything past her stepmother. She knew how she'd acted at her hippie parties. Often she'd get drunk and go into the den with some long-haired stud. Lenna would give Elaine money so she wouldn't tell her father she had given a wild party. But she didn't have to tell him. He always found out. He knew all about Lenna.
Spider was curled underneath the station wagon. The dog ran out to her; she dropped to one knee and petted him.
"What'd she do, put you out of the house again?" Elaine said to the dog. "Damn Lenna. I wonder what she's up to with Doug."
Her suspicions were overwhelming. She used her key and entered the basement walkup door. The old basement was like the old house-big and airy with long hallways, a washroom and ironing room, and a small lounge with a sofa and bar.
Inside the basement Elaine paused and observed several odd pieces of antique furniture Lenna had recently purchased. Most of them were broken and needed repair work. Lenna was good at painting and fixing things like that. It was about the only thing she was good at. She wasn't too domestically inclined.
Elaine placed her books on the table inside the basement toilet and stood there looking at her image in the mirror over the wash bowl. She shivered a little when she thought about Billy's fat cock. Then she thought about the sweetness of Miss James' tongue and her kisses on her breasts and lips.
Suddenly Elaine was startled by a strange noise that sounded from upstairs in the front parlor. She stooped and gathered Spider up in her arms, then walked on tiptoe down the dark basement hallway to the laundry room. She sat on a chair and listened, holding the dog in her lap.
Elaine heard Lenna whining and moaning sexual ly.
Elaine sank back in the sofa chair and reached underneath her skirt. She slipped the elastic of her panties down and kicked them over the chair to the basement floor. She lifted her skirt to her waist, her thighs and cunt exposed. She could feel her heart throbbing with excitement; her flesh was hot with desire.
"Oh, Doug! Doug!" cried Lenna. "Fuck me harder, harder!"
"I'm about to cum again, Lenna."
"Don't cum yet. Hold it, baby. For God's sake, hold it. Don't cum. Oh, that's good, so good!"
Elaine tore off her blouse and her bra. She closed her eyes. She was enjoying hearing them, especially Lenna, but she felt envy and jealousy, too. Her hands went to her breasts; she squeezed her nipples so hard it hurt. Suddenly she felt Spider licking her cunt; it felt good. Elaine reached down and drew the dog's head between her thighs. The faster he licked, the sweeter it felt and the more she screwed her hips against his dripping wet tongue. She got so wild that she forgot about Lenna and Doug, intent on having her own pleasure with the dog. And before she could stop herself she dragged the dog down between her legs and felt his cock probing around the entrance to her cunt.
"Baby, oh baby," she cried. "Fuck me. Fuck me!"
Then she realized what she was doing. She forced the dog away from her.
Lenna was going wild upstairs. Elaine felt fierce jealousy; she wanted Doug. Why was he screwing Lenna when he always looked at her like he wanted her? She grew angry and bitter.
She kicked Spider away, and pulled on her skirt and blouse. She left her panties and bra on the basement floor.
She listened again. Lenna and Doug still hadn't finished their sexual orgy; Elaine could easily hear what they were saying.
Elaine bit her lip and shuddered. "You goddamn dirty bitch," she remarked to herself. "Taking my man when he belonged to me first. I ought to snitch on you and tell your sister and daddy. I'll take a picture of you and Doug and show it to them. They'll believe me then. See how you like that, you hot pussy bitch!"
She tiptoed up the stairs to the kitchen, hearing them in the parlor. Lenna's weird cries of pleasure, sounding deep down in her throat, nearly made Elaine vomit, but she wanted to see them. She wanted to get her movie camera. It was in the pantry, right next to the kitchen.
She slipped off her loafers so as not to make any noise. She felt kind of jittery playing a dirty trick like this, but she had to get even with Lenna.
She listened again and heard Lenna's hysterical cries of pleasure; this time Elaine's heart began to throb excitedly.
She could hardly wait to see what they looked like. She had seen Lenna naked around the house hundreds of times, but she had never seen Doug's naked body.
Elaine eased into the pantry and stood on her tiptoes and got the movie camera off the top shelf. She always kept it loaded.
She sneaked on tiptoe through the kitchen and down the short hallway past Lenna's private bathroom on the first floor.
Even before she stepped into full view of them, she spied Lenna's old robe lying crumpled on the floor beside the sofa; Doug's clothing was disposed in a heap near it.
They were on the sofa, as Elaine expected, facing the opposite direction. Doug was down on his knees over Lenna's uplifted buttocks; her pussy lips were directly in line with his fat lips and tongue. Lenna's feet were kicking crazily. Her head was twisting about on the sofa armrest, her eyes shut and her mouth open. Doug's mouth was pressed firmly against Lenna's cunt as he tongued her clitoris.
Elaine held the movie camera up and looked at them through the sight, then turned the knob. The camera began to whir softly.
What disturbed Elaine was not being able to get the sound effects. The video was there, only no audio. She decided to go up to her room for her tape recorder.
When she returned from upstairs with the tape recorder she slipped it next to them under the table. They still had not seen her. Doug was too busy eating and Lenna was too sexually excited to notice or hear her.
Elaine sat down on the floor at an angle while the tape recorder recorded Lenna's wild cries of excitement and the sounds of Doug's slobbering tongue and lips.
Suddenly Doug stopped, lifted his head, and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. Lenna immediately reached down and made a grab at his head.
"What's the matter, baby?" she panted desperately. "Don't stop. Eat me some more. Please, Doug!"
Doug was merely climbing up on her again. Elaine saw that his prick was hard again. Doug hauled Lenna back down on the sofa, forced her legs open, and plunged his cock back into her wet pussy. Lenna uttered a sensual scream that sent shivers down Elaine's spine. She almost dropped the movie camera. Lenna began to fuck Doug like she was a maniac. Her hips raced frantically, and her fingernails clawed and scratched his shoulders.
He cried out, Lenna, I'm cuming again!" He pounded against her with incredible force.
"I can't stand it, Doug. I can't stand it."
Then, as he twisted his head to one side and gave a bullish cry, he spied Elaine.
Doug stopped. He slid off the sofa to the floor. Lenna sat up and looked down at him. "What's the matter, honey?" she asked breathlessly. "Is it time for you to go?"
"Yeah. Past time. Besides, we got company. I told you I heard somebody come in a moment ago."
"Company?" Her voice was dry. "Who, dear?"
Before he could tell her, Lenna opened her eyes and twisted her head to look about the oblong parlor. When her lust-filled eyes rested on Elaine and the movie camera, her face contorted into a surprised sneer and her lips trembled. She acted like she couldn't believe it was her stepdaughter seated there, watching her and Doug.
Lenna sat up angrily. "Elaine!" she said sharply.
Doug crawled on all fours around the sofa and snatched up his clothes, then lunged to his feet and ducked out of sight into the hallway leading into the kitchen.
Lenna's face was damp with sweat, her hair a frightful sight. "Elaine!" she snarled angrily. "How dare you sneak in on me like this! What in the living hell are you doing home? How come you're not at school? Don't tell me you played hooky!"
Elaine didn't say anything. She merely shut off the movie camera and looked slyly over at the tape recorder. The disk was still turning slowly, recording every word that Lenna spoke.
Lenna rested back against the sofa, flushed and biting her lips. She tried to compose herself, stroking her forehead and rubbing her arms and hands, but nothing seemed to help. She was still short of breath and without enough strength to explode like she would have liked.
When Elaine didn't move or speak, Lenna looked around and snatched up a cigarette off the end table. She found a match and somehow managed to light the cigarette. She took a deep drag and inhaled, then looked at Elaine again. Somehow the cigarette seemed to relax her and she was able to calm down.
She looked over at Elaine again. "Elaine, how long have you been in this house?" she asked coldly.
"I don't know. I didn't count the minutes."
Elaine tried to hide the movie camera between her legs so Lenna wouldn't notice it.
"I'm sorry you had to come home while this was happening. Why aren't you at school?"
"I had a fainting spell and the school nurse sent me home."
"Again?"
"Yes, again."
"I'm sorry about what happened. It was an accident. Doug and I were drinking. We lost our heads. He drove by on his lunch hour to drop off fishing equipment that belonged to Earl."
Elaine stared angrily at her. "That's how it was, huh?"
"Honest, honey. This was the first time."
"Just the same, it was a rotten thing to do to daddy."
"Don't be silly. Are you going to tell him?"
"I don't know."
Lenna watched her carefully. "It's up to you, dear." Elaine sensed the pleading tone in her tone. "You know he'd divorce me. He's on the verge of leaving me now."
"If you hadn't been half naked I might believe you."
"I was half drunk." She paused and brushed her hair from her face. "I suppose you're going to use our little secret to blackmail me unless I give in to your every whim."
Elaine smiled and rose to her feet. She picked up the movie camera. Lenna saw it then. "What the hell is that doing here? Elaine, did you make films of us?"
Elaine nodded, obsessed with jealousy. "Yes." Her voice was cold.
Lenna began to cry. "What in the goddamned hell are you going to do?"
"Don't worry, Lenna. Neither daddy nor Sylvie will see these films if you act right toward me."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I want to have my boyfriend over and I want to be alone with him. I want certain privileges that I haven't had before."
"Oh, you dirty little bitch. So that's it."
"Uh-huh. That's it. Just do what I ask and everything will remain our little secret."
Lenna dropped her cigarette and covered her face.
Elaine slipped out of the parlor, taking the tape recorder and camera with her as she went back downstairs to the basement. After she had hidden them she turned back to the back door leading outside into the garage. She discovered Doug's black calfskin wallet lying in the doorway. She picked it up and saw that his money and personal belongings, including his driver's license, were inside. He couldn't go far without his wallet. He'd probably dropped it from his hip pocket when he dashed from the house. It was exactly what she wanted. Now she could go over to the Fairheaven Apartments and deliver it to him later that evening after he returned from school.
She took the wallet back into the basement den and hid it underneath the divan pillow. Then she started the stereo, put on a record, and began to dance, shaking her hips to the rhythm of the music.
While she danced, lifting her mini skirt, Elaine thought about Doug and Lenna on the sofa again. She even got the tape recorder and switched it on. She replayed the entire recording and immediately became impassioned with sexual desire.
Lenna was half drunk and was probably up in her bedroom crying, Elaine thought. Maybe she would destroy the evidence and keep quiet about everything if Lenna acted in her favor. The more she listened to Lenna's sensual outcries and Doug's bullish grunts, the more she wanted Doug to fuck her. She could still see his short fat cock sliding in and out of Lenna's pussy.
She would go crazy with a large man like Doug. And she didn't think he would refuse her if she mentioned the tape recorder and the pictures of them. Of course, she'd have to threaten him with telling Sylvie.
She still harbored a nasty jealousy for Lenna because she had fucked Doug first.
CHAPTER 6
At six in the evening, Billy Hanks stood in the L-shaped kitchen of his family's dingy two-room apartment. His mother, Clara, was lying in the bedroom. He was busy fixing her some hot tea and buttered toast. That was all, for the time being, that she had an appetite for.
The tea pot was steaming on the stove. He was busy spreading butter on a piece of toast when he heard his mother call to him from the bedroom.
"Billy, I hear Vera Clark calling you at the foot of the stairs."
Billy reached over and turned off the gas burner on the gas stove, then looked around to the open doorway to the bedroom where he could see his mother lying in bed, two pillows propped under her shoulders. She was a thin, sickly looking woman with an oblong face and short brown hair. She still had on her nightgown, not having left bed all day.
"All right, Ma," Billy said. "I'll see what she wants, soon as I bring your tea and toast." He finished fixing the toast, poured a big cup of tea, and placed it on a metal tray. He was thinking about Myrtle Crivello as he carried the tray into the bedroom and placed it on a chair beside the bed. "There you are, Ma," he said. He stooped and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Be sure and take your pills, okay?"
She looked at him worriedly. "What's the matter, Billy? Where are you going?"
He looked around towards the green paneled door leading to the second floor hallway. He heard Vera Clark calling him. He looked back around at his mother. "I may have to go out and see about a job."
She patted his hand and smiled thinly. "Better go answer so she'll shut up. She's giving me a headache yelling like that. Why does she always call up here for you all the time?" She lowered her eyes to the fly on his pants. The fat bulge of his penis showed. She knew it was big. She also knew that Vera Clark was the type of horny old bitch who'd seduce a handsome young man. "You stay away from Vera," she warned.
He grinned at her. "Don't worry, Ma. I know what she wants."
She looked at him sharply. "Do you, son?"
"It's about the job. My art teacher promised she'd ring me in case she got it for me."
"That's nice. I hope she does get it for you. Somebody needs to provide for this family. That no-good father of yours doesn't give a damn. He's too busy baggering his whores and drinking his booze."
"When I make some money, I'm going to see that you get that operation. Then you'll be just as good as new."
She patted his hand again. "Bless you, son."
He turned away from the bed and went to the door. He looked back and waved at her. "Don't forget your pills," he said.
She nodded and watched him leave out the door.
He stepped into the dingy hallway. Another kitchenette was to the left of their kitchenette, and a third green door was across the narrow hallway. The toilet for all three kitchenettes was at the far end of the hallway.
Not only was the landlady calling Billy, but from his position he could easily hear Jake Riley in the front bedroom with one of his whores. The girl was groaning sensually.
Billy shrugged. He was used to hearing Jake and his naked women. He was stimulated, though. Jake was one middle-aged lecher that he admired. A great deal of the time he thought of fashioning his life after Jake's; he could hardly wait for the day when he could have his own private apartment and screw as many women as he could seduce. Unfortunately, he hadn't had a girl in over two weeks. Sometimes, when he was occupied with his sick mother and school work, he went nearly a month without a girl. His only consolation and relief was sitting on the toilet stool and masturbating. Often it was Vera Clark that he screwed. More than a dozen times when his father didn't pay the rent, Vera made him fuck her for the rent. Of course, Belly didn't mind. He got a big kick out of her trying to compete with his youth and over-sized cock. For a bitch of fifty, she had an unusually tight pussy. He always had to use Vaseline before he could get in her.
He stepped to the edge of the stairs and looked down at her. She was looking up at him, her face smeared with cold cream and her graying hair bundled up under a close-knitted hair net. The blue-flowered robe she wore was curved to the contours of her figure. A smoking cigarette dangled between her puckered lips. He looked at her and grinned. "Sorry you had to yell your head off like that."
She looked at him and frowned for a moment, her patience at wit's end. "I'm hoarse from calling," she said coarsely. "I don't see why you can't hear me."
Vera Clark acted sullen until Billy stepped alongside her and she looked down and observed the shape of his hard-on under his pants. Then her attitude changed immediately. Her tone grew sugary. She even reached out for his arm to help him over the door of her own private apartment, which was considerably larger than her tenants'. She occupied the entire downstairs with her daughter and granddaughter.
"Goodness, Billy," she crooned, her eyes still on the fat bulge of his cock. She could hear Jake and his whore up there. The whore was grunting and whining loud enough for everybody in the big rooming house to hear. By now Billy's cock was throbbing with an aching hard-on. Vera Clark's eyes got the message with considerable ease. "Baby, you're so pretty this evening," she said. "Come on in. You ain't been down in over a week. Where you been keeping yourself?"
He didn't say anything until he had stepped inside her front parlor and she had shut the door. A bottle of liquor sat on the coffee table beside the sofa. Billy looked at the liquor, then around at her. She had picked up a glass of whiskey off the night stand by the fishbowl.
He got the message right away. This was Friday. She always called him down on Fridays when she was alone and didn't expect her old boyfriend or one of her daughters home soon. This was her usual procedure when she planned a screwing session with him. "What's up, Mrs. Clark?" he asked.
She took a slow drag on the cigarette and nodded toward the phone. "Some skirt wants you on the phone."
"Probably my art teacher," Billy said. "She promised she'd call me this evening."
He went over and lifted the receiver.
Myrtle Crivello's lovely voice sounded over the wire. "Billy?"
"Yes, Miss Crivello."
"Hi! I made an appointment for you to see Mrs. Hooper this evening."
"What time?"
"At seven. Can you make it"
"Yes, Miss Crivello."
"Her apartment is number five. Second floor to your right. You'll see the manager sign over the door."
"Yes, Miss Crivello. I'll be there at seven."
"One other thing, Billy."
"Uh-huh?"
Would you like to drop by to see me while you're in the neighborhood?"
"I'd like to very much."
"Have you had dinner"
"No, Miss Crivello."
"All right, why don't you stop by for something to eat? Do I make myself clear?"
"You bet. What's your number?"
"It's the next apartment unit. Number twenty-three. The basement, dear."
"Right after I talk to Mrs. Hooper. That correct?"
"Correct, honey. I'll see you then. 'Bye now."
"See you, Miss Crivello."
He heard the receiver click in his ear. For a moment he looked down at the mouthpiece, a dozen questions racing through his mind. He couldn't imagine what she had on her mind. Certainly not what he was thinking. That didn't seem right. Was Miss Crivello stuck on him? He had a crush on her and Elaine Flowers. He didn't know which one of them he wanted to fuck the most. He imagined Miss Crivello was merely handing him a line. Elaine was serious. He felt she wanted him to fuck her; this morning when he showed his big prick to her, he knew for sure she wanted it. Anyhow, he'd wait and see how everything turned out. He could hardly wait to find out how his visit with Miss Crivello was going to turn out.
When he placed the telephone back in the cradle and turned to leave, he looked around to find Vera lying across her bed, naked. Her old robe lay crumpled across the foot of the bed. She was smoking and sipping a fresh whiskey. Her skinny thighs were slightly spread for him. Her cunt lips were close together and her dark cunt hair very thick. Her breasts were full, with large, puckered nipples. Freckles covered her upper torso and forearms.
He felt his cock jolt. His hard-on was instant. "Thanks for calling me, Mrs. Clark," he grinned. "That was my art teacher. I think I'm going to get a job."
She took a sip of her drink, then knocked cigarette ashes into an ashtray on the nightstand. "What kinda job, baby?"
"Working around an apartment complex."
"That's too hard for you, baby."
"I don't think so."
"Billy, you're an artist. If I had enough money, I'd help you to work at what you're gifted to do. Apartment-house work will only destroy your fingers and ruin your chances. You need a job with a woman." She took another sip of her drink. "Want some?"
"No, thanks."
She placed her drink down on the nightstand and reached for his wrist. She pulled him over to the bed and sat up, leaning her body against his. One hand went down to feel his hard-on. "I want your cock, Billy," she smiled. "It's so hard. Did I cause all this?"
"Maybe," he grinned, slightly bashful. "You got time to give it to me?"
"Sure. You know I have."
"I didn't know whether you had to go out about the job or not."
He looked around at her clock on the dresser. "It's only a little after six. I don't have to be there until seven."
"Listen, I'm going to give you ten dollars this time if you do an excellent job for me. How does that sound?"
He unzipped his pants and slid them off. "That sounds like sweet music."
When she looked around and saw his long cock hanging out, she reached for it and caressed it. "Goodness, boy. It's getting larger every time. What are you doing to yourself?"
"Jacking off."
"Jacking off! You crazy or something? Wasting a good hard-on like this with your hand! Baby, all you have to do is call me whenever it's that way."
She crawled off the bed to the floor and sank to her knees in front of him. She took the fat head of his cock in one hand and her hot tongue licked it for a moment.
"Oh," that's nice, Vera ... nice."
She only kissed and licked his prick a few moments, then motioned for him to get the Vaseline off the dresser. "Better grease it down, baby, or else you'll hurt me like you always do. It's been a couple of weeks now."
"Yeah, it's been too long. I need some pretty bad this evening." He reached for the jelly, screwed the cap off the tube, and squirted it into his hand. He covered the head of his fat shaft, then crawled over between her spread thighs.
She lifted her hips up to him, seized his fat cock, and held it to her pussy entrance. "Come down after you come back?" she said. "I want you to come down and sleep with me. Think your folks would think anything?"
"No. After Ma takes her sleeping pills, she never wakes up until ten in the morning. Dad will be pretty goddamn high by the time he comes in at around three in the morning. It's payday at the factory."
"Uh-huh. You're right."
"What about your daughters?" he asked.
"Esther and Jennifer have gone to spend the night with my other daughter, and my boyfriend is sick with a bad stomach. There's nobody to bother us."
"All right. If you want me to."
Her thighs were spread. He didn't push his prick into her. Rather, he let her work her own hips against it. She gritted her teeth and pushed up. The greased cockhead slipped in slowly, stretching her cunt lips. She was breathless. "Wait. Easy, baby. Easy. Oh, this sweet thing. It's so big."
As his fat prick sank in further, she began to claw his shoulders, and kick and wiggle. "Oh, baby! Oh!" He was inside her now. Billy felt her hips move up on his cock like a coiled spring.
She shuddered. "Oh, baby. That's it! Give it to me now! That's it! Now. Now!" Her voice sounded breathless with ecstasy. "I'm going to cum."
Billy didn't grind himself against her. She wanted to dominate him, so he let her do all the work.
Vera held him tightly, squeezing his shoulders, her thighs clasped around his back. Billy felt his load coming. He forced her thighs apart and drove his prick deeper. She screamed. He snorted like a bull, spurting his cum deep inside her cunt. Then he relaxed, rolling off her.
Vera rested her head against her arm. "Oh, what a feeling you give me," she whispered. "You'd better go now. Ring the doorbell when you return. I'm going to wait right here. You really coming back?"
"Sure, Vera."
"Oh, I can feel your hot cum inside me. I love you, Billy. You're such a sweet dear."
He didn't say anything. Instead, he merely wiped his prick off on the edge of the sheet, gave her a light pat on the fanny, and climbed out of bed to dress.
Billy wasn't sure he wanted to take on the work at the Mews Apartments. Like Vera said, janitor work wasn't for an artist. Yet his mother was sick and needed the operation. Right now, any kind of work would fulfill his purpose. He couldn't let his mother die because of his artistic ambitions.
On his way to the Mews, he thought about the money Vera always gave him when he screwed her. In a sense, he was her gigolo. Jake Riley had once reminded him that with an over-sized prick like his, some wealthy women would pay large sums for him to screw them. He knew Vera wasn't able to pay him any more and he didn't press her. But what about the more wealthy women? Miss Crivello, for instance. She was single and probably made a nice salary as an art instructor. Maybe he could get twenty-five or fifty from her, if he really performed well.
He reached the Mews and went inside to the first floor. He found the manager's apartment and knocked on the door.
The door was opened by a fat woman with short brown hair and flabby arms. She had muscular calves and wide hips, and was wearing a plain summer dress.
"Yes. What do you want?" she asked.
He could see the upper portions of her heavy breasts, the imprint of her fat nipples dinting the thin material. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra.
"I'm Billy Hanks," he said. "I came over to see about the job that Miss Crivello spoke about."
She nodded her head. "Oh, yes. Come in, Billy." He stepped inside the nicely furnished front room. A skinny man was sitting on the sofa chair watching television. She nodded at him. "That's my husband, Wally. I'm Mrs. Hooper."
Billy nodded at the old man. He looked around fifty, as did his fat wife.
She nodded toward the nearby sofa. "Sit down, honey," she said.
Billy sat down on the sofa.
"Shall we discuss our little business now?" she said.
He nodded. "Okay. Miss Crivello said you wanted someone to help your husband around the apartment buildings."
"Yes, I most certainly do. Wally just had an operation and his doctor has him on a strict schedule. He's unable to do any heavy lifting and there's lots of that type of work around here." Her husband lowered his eyeglasses, taking his eyes away from the television screen long enough to look at Billy. He gave the lad a once-over look, then replaced his eyeglasses and nodded at his wife.
Mrs. Hooper said, "Have you ever done any work around apartments before?"
"Only a little houseboy work at the rooming house where I live."
"There's lots more here, but I think it's actually the same routine. Window washing, disposing of trash, vacuuming hallways-that's all part of the job. Of course, there's rugs to shampoo and furniture to move, but hardly anything a strong, husky-looking lad like you couldn't do."
Billy nodded.
"Of course," she stated, "Wally will train you until you catch on. There's plenty to do, but like I said, not too hard for a big boy like you." She looked down at his crotch and went on speaking without taking her eyes from his bulging hard-on. "You could work a couple hours after school and all day Saturday and Sunday, if you'd like. We pay one-ninety an hour. Twenty-six hours a week. Fifty-two a week."
He nodded his acceptance. "All right, Mrs. Hooper."
Her fat face took on a jolly expression, quite confident she was going to get the better end of the bargain. "Then it's settled?"
"Uh-huh," he nodded.
"Good."
"I have a sick mother," Billy told her. "I need a job pretty bad. She's in need of pills and medicine all the time and has to have an operation. Unfortunately, my father let our hospitalization insurance policy drop. I don't know why."
"Oh, that's too bad, dear. We'll help you all we can. I know what sickness means. God knows we've had plenty of it around here," she said, looking over at her husband. "You can start in the morning, Billy."
"Okay."
"I'll expect you at eight?"
"Yes, ma'am," he grinned happily. "I'll be here." He rose and turned toward the door. She followed him to the door and on outside into the hallway. She intentionally closed the door behind, shutting off her husband's view.
"You'll like working for me," she said. "Don't worry. It won't be too bad. We'll get along fine." She patted his cheek, and brushed one droopy breast against his right shoulder.
Billy smiled at her, then left.
CHAPTER 7
Myrtle Crivello lounged across the bed in black lace panties. The bed lamp was burning; she was glancing through a sex encyclopedia that had just arrived in the mail. But her thoughts were far from what she was seeing. Actually, she didn't have her mind on anything in the sex manual, unless it somehow excited her desire for Billy Hanks. It would be a delightful evening for her, only if there wasn't Ruby to think about. That was her main problem. How was she going to get rid of Ruby for the evening?
She knew how foolishly jealous the physical education teacher was in regard to male lovers hanging around. Ruby was taking a shower now. She could hear the water splashing; Ruby was trying to sing something in her husky tone. They usually went out on Friday nights, sometimes to a late movie. After the movie they would drop off at a drive-in for a late snack. They had been living together the past four years, but Myrtle was growing tired of Ruby's lesbian practices.
Tonight she wanted Billy Hanks. She could almost taste that fat cock of his. She ran her tongue over her lips in anticipation of how it would feel deep down inside her cunt, how she would squirm and jerk her hips up on it and how she would enjoy the orgasms it would give her.
She slammed the book shut and cursed softly. She feared Ruby would suggest they go out tonight. If she insisted, she would fake a headache, and try to get her away from the apartment long enough until she finished with Billy Hanks.
Suddenly Ruby came into the bedroom with a bath towel wrapped around her hips. Myrtle looked up at her small breasts and strong shoulders. She knew Ruby wanted her before they went out-usually that was the procedure. But Myrtle couldn't be bothered.
Ruby tossed the bath towel aside and flung herself across the foot of the bed. She ran a hand up the entire length of Myrtle's leg and began to play with her pubic hair. Yes, it was coming. In a second Ruby's thick lips would be between her thighs, her slithering tongue sucking madly at her hot cunt.
Myrtle rolled over away from her and doubled up her knees. She held the sex encyclopedia up. "You ought to read a little tonight, dear."
Ruby glanced at the book's title. "Anything exciting?"
"Artistically, yes."
"How about physically?"
"Maybe. There's one with a big cock inserted in a cunt."
Ruby shrugged. "Who gives a damn about that?" Myrtle rolled back down towards her and kissed her, her arms going around her shoulders. Ruby began to caress her buttocks. "There's something I have to tell you, dear."
Ruby licked her chin and one side of her cheek. "What, baby?"
"Something that happened today."
Ruby sat up and reached for a cigarette off the nightstand. She lit it and took a deep drag. She had been planning on a scheme how to get out herself tonight. Maybe this was her chance. "You must be referring to that Elaine Flowers kid."
Myrtle leaned back against the pillow and sipped a drink she had left on the nightstand. "Yeah. She's in my art class."
Ruby smoked thoughtfully. "Yeah, I know. She had a nasty little accident on the gym floor this morning and I sent you a note about her. How did she act in your class?"
Myrtle smiled and shook her head negatively. "Not worth a goddamn."
"What?"
"The kid had hardly taken her seat before the most peculiar thing happened to her."
"What, Myrtle? What the hell are you beating around the bush for?"
"I'm not, Ruby. I'm going to tell you. You don't have to get nasty about it."
Ruby looked at her and smiled. "All right, sweetie. What happened?"
"I was busy getting out some reports at the desk when she suddenly screamed out like a maniac."
"What? What was her trouble?"
"I don't really know. She told me she felt sick again. You know, like she was going to faint. She said something about feeling sick to her stomach, but I didn't fall for it."
"How come?"
"Well, I had enough sense to know that no stomach ailment would make any girl scream out like she was crazy."
Ruby stabbed out her butt in a nearby ashtray and quickly lit another cigarette. "What did cause her to scream like that, then?" she asked, interested. "Do you know?"
"Indeed I do."
"What?"
"That Billy Hanks."
"Billy Hanks? Some boy?"
"Uh-huh. He sits right next to her at the table."
Ruby searched her face. "Billy Hanks? I don't think I know him. But go on. What about him? Was it something he did to her that made her scream out like that?"
Myrtle nodded. "I think so. He's a medium-sized guy with blond curly hair. Certainly you've noticed him around the school building."
Ruby shook her head. "No, I don't think I have. You know goddamn well my concern isn't boys. But tell me about it."
"Are you really interested?"
"Where Elaine Flowers is concerned, I am. I want to know what upset her. I've taken a liking to her. The school nurse has requested me to keep an eye on her reactions for the next couple of weeks. She fainted while playing volleyball this morning."
"She fainted, huh? Elaine Flowers faints while playing volleyball and you're interested in her future reactions, huh? All right. I don't really give a damn what happens to Elaine Flowers. She's no concern of mine. She's over-sexed. You know what her trouble is. That's why you're so goddamned interested in her. You want her, Ruby. Don't try to kid me, you bitch. I know you want her. Well, you're not the only one who wants that sweet juicy cunt. Billy Hanks wants her, too. Billy Hanks wants her so bad that he took out that enormous cock of his and showed it to her. Of course, Elaine couldn't take it this morning and she screamed."
Ruby covered her face. "Oh, god. And you didn't send that bastard to the principal?"
"Of course not. I didn't have any proof."
"Uh-huh. Maybe it's simple enough. You want some of what he has, too. You don't have to pretend, Myrtle. I know you want a prick. You're not a lesbian."
"Baby, don't you trust me?"
"Not any more than you trust me."
"And I don't trust you one goddamned bit. Elaine came into my class smelling like pussy. I could smell it all over her hands. Did you and her have a little party downstairs in your back office before you sent her up?"
Angrily, Ruby jumped up off the bed. "Oh, fuck you!" she snapped, and ran into the bathroom.
Myrtle was relaxing on her bed when Ruby returned from the bathroom. She didn't look around, but she heard Ruby at the dresser combing her hair.
"I don't feel like going out tonight," Myrtle said. "Do you mind? You can go alone, can't you?"
Ruby turned around and smiled at her. "Of course I can."
Myrtle smiled to herself. "How long will you be out?" she asked.
"I'll be back before midnight, dear," Ruby said. "All right," Myrtle nodded.
After Ruby left, Myrtle stood with her back against the door and gave a deep sigh of relief. Then she threw back her head and gave a hearty laugh of deep pleasure, hearing the front door slam shut as Ruby left the apartment building.
To Myrtle it was going to be the most enjoyable evening she had had in a long time. She was dying to feel Billy's prick inside her; she had to have it.
CHAPTER 8
Elaine stepped inside the lower hallway entrance of the apartment building where Doug Byron lived. She looked around casually at the empty hallway. She heard a stereo playing loudly from a basement apartment, but other than that, she saw no one or heard anything else.
She touched the doorbell underneath Doug and Sylvie's mail slot and waited for some kind of response on the second floor from their apartment.
She didn't want any of the tenants to see her entering Doug's apartment. They could inform Sylvie when she returned home.
Momentarily, she slipped silently up the carpeted stairway to the second floor hallway and looked around at four other apartment doors. She was thinking about how Doug looked while screwing Lenna when she heard his deep voice ask who it was.
"It's me, Mr. Byron."
"Who's me?" he asked, without opening the door. "Elaine Flowers," she said.
"Elaine Flowers!" Doug roared in a surprised tone as he threw open the door. He looked like he had just showered. He had on a white silk lounging robe and was barefooted. He didn't seem to have on any underthings. "Elaine, what the hell do you want?" He peered past her into the vacant hallway to see if she was alone.
She smiled and blushed. "Is Sylvie home yet?"
"No," he snapped, a little disturbed.
"Why don't you invite me in then?" She shook her hips slightly, in order to impress him.
He didn't seem to notice. "All right, come on in before that old nosy bitch across the hallway spots you."
When Elaine was inside the front parlor, she noticed Doug took special pains to put the chain hook in place. When he looked around, he saw Elaine searching the three-room apartment for the bedroom.
Byron looked at her and folded his large arms.
"Now, what do you want?" He acted upset.
"Relax, baby," Elaine said coolly. She looked around at the sofa, backed up a few steps, and sank gracefully down upon it, crossing her shapely legs. Her miniskirt crawled to her upper hips. She hadn't worn any panties. She saw Doug's eyes grow lustful, his tongue licking the edges of his thick lips.
To break the tension, she reached inside her pocketbook brought out his wallet. "I think this belongs to you, Doug," she told him.
His face colored a little as he reached out for the wallet.
"It was lying on the basement floor."
"I must have lost it when I came down in such a hurry."
Elaine laughed. "I suppose so. You were in an awfully big hurry."
He looked at her and smiled. "Yeah, I sure was. Is Lenna okay?"
Elaine shrugged her shoulders. "I suppose so," she snapped.
Doug tossed the wallet over on the TV, then looked at her. Her miniskirt was higher now. She had spread her thighs, giving a nice view of her bare cunt. She leaned back on the sofa and reached for a cigarette from the end table and lit it.
After a few drags, she gave Doug a flirtatious look. "Doug, I didn't drop over just for that old wallet." She made another motion with her hips and her skirt slid up even higher. She kept her eyes glued to his robe.
She must not fail now. She felt her pussy burning and itching; it was so hot she could hardly sit still. She didn't intend to leave without him fucking her like he had fucked Lenna.
She smiled over at him. Her voice was calm as a summer breeze. "Doug, I took movie films of you and Lenna."
His expression was more frightened than upset. "You did what?"
"Used my movie camera, honey."
"Oh, goddamn you, Elaine. What the hell for?"
"What do you think?"
"You intend to use these films as some kind of evidence against us? Show them to Earl?"
"I don't know. I haven't decided yet. I think Lenna understands. I told her what I did."
"You crazy little bitch!" he exploded. "You intend to blackmail us?"
"Oh, shut up. Nobody said anything about blackmailing you."
"If you do, I'd have you kicked out of school for good."
"I don't think so."
"You'd better not threaten Lenna and you'd better not show those films to Earl. He might not understand how it happened. We just lost our heads. We couldn't help ourselves. Things like that happen."
She nodded understandingly. "Sure. I know. In fact, I'm here for that same purpose."
"For what purpose?" His thick eyebrows came together in a frown.
She slipped her mini past her hips, her naked lower body completely exposed. "Doug, I've got a mad crush on you. Honest, I have. I want you to fuck me and suck me like you did to Lenna. If you do, I might forget about the film."
He looked at her like he couldn't believe his ears. "Elaine Flowers, are you crazy? Earl and I have been friends for twenty years. He'd murder me if I fucked you."
She smiled. "Who's going to tell him?" Her fingers were busy at the buttons along her blouse. When she had finished unfastening the last button, she slipped it off. Then she reached and unhooked her brassiere. It fell free of her big breasts. "Doug, honey. You're going to be real sweet to me. You should have enough sense to know I didn't walk all the way over here just to give you that wallet."
She leaned back and slipped her hands underneath each breast, pressing the fat mounds together. At the same time, slowly she ground her hips at him.
Doug's thick lips worked involuntarily. She could see his robe flapping back and had a slight view of his throbbing penis. It was hard.
"Goddamn you, Elaine," he swore. "You crazy, hot-assed bitch. What's the idea? You're going to get both of us in trouble."
He stood there, breathing hard and sweating. Elaine inserted her thumb inside her cunt lips and began to thrust her hips against it like it was his cock. "Come on, baby. Can't you see I'm hot for your big prick?"
With a curse, he flung off the robe and was naked, his heavy balls dangling between his legs, his cock sticking straight out.
Then he fell to his knees. "Goddamn you, Elaine, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll break your neck." He reached over and pulled her to the edge of the sofa. His hands seized the sides of her pussy and squeezed it to his mouth. His mouth covered it, his tongue exploring the inside of her wet cunt.
She felt delight the moment he touched her with his hot tongue. She began to play with her own fat tits while he ate her pussy. She got so wild she grabbed his head and yelled, "Doug! Doug! It's so good! I'm going to scream!"
"Scream, you fucking little bitch. Scream!" he slobbered, his tongue lapping in her pussy now.
Her hips pumped against his sucking tongue; she could feel her insides about to explode. She clawed at his head and shoulders.
"Eat me! Eat me!"
He became so vicious and wild, he had to pinion her down flat on the sofa and crawl between her, pressing her thighs back and tilting her buttocks until she was all open. Then he shoved his prick down into her wet pussy.
"Oh, Doug. Oh, Doug! I can't take it. I can't take it. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He panted and sweated. "You wanted me. You wanted me to do it to you. I'll teach you to come around begging a guy to fuck you. I'll teach you some sense." He thrust his prick in and out until he came in her, roaring like a wild bull.
Elaine gave one violent cry like an animal and then fainted.
Some time later Elaine had on her miniskirt and was fastening her bra when Doug came out of the bathroom and looked out the glass door onto the balcony porch. He heard a taxi cab pull up in front of the building.
His yell nearly scared her. "It's Sylvie!" he yelled. "She's getting out of the taxi. She's back. Get the hell out of here! Hurry, Elaine!"
Elaine pulled her blouse on quickly. Doug came away from the front glass door and pushed her to the hallway door. He opened the door, and beckoned toward the stairway to the right side. "Use the left stairs," he said. "She's coming up the right door below now."
Elaine didn't go all the way down. Chances were, she'd run into Sylvie then. She stopped on the first landing and waited until she heard Sylvie knock on the door. She crouched down to her knees in order to keep Sylvie from seeing her.
Doug's voice sounded from above, after the door had squeeched open. "Sylvie, you're back!"
"Yes, I am," Sylvie snapped in a naughty tone. "What the hell are you up to? What's going on around here?"
"What do you mean, baby?" he asked. "What are you talking about?"
"I just saw you at the window, acting kind of silly. Who's inside this apartment with you? Who, Doug? It better not be one of those goddamned teachers!"
Doug's voice was calm and cool now. "Come on inside. There's nobody in here, baby. See for yourself."
The door slammed shut, and Elaine heard Sylvie running in and out of the rooms, opening and slamming doors. Sylvie's voice sounded from within. "I know you've had some bitch in here. Look at that sofa. Is that cum all over it? You goddamned sonofabitch. I wish I had caught you!"
Elaine imagined they would have a free-for-all fight for the rest of the evening. Elaine slipped down the remaining steps and ran out into the night, heading for home.
She gave a sigh. "Oh, well. I just want Billy now."
CHAPTER 9
Ruby looked through the screen door at Lenna. "Hello, Mrs. Flowers," she spoke. "I'm Ruby James. May I come in?"
Lenna wore a white terrycloth robe that was tied loosely around her waist. Her hair was a tangled mess; she hadn't combed it all day. She held a drink in her hand, and by now was on the verge of getting pretty high. "Ruby James?" she said unsoberly. "Do I know you, honey?"
Ruby smiled. "Of course you do. I'm Elaine's physical education teacher. She asked me to come by tonight."
Lenna forced a dumb smile and opened the screen door. "Oh, you're Elaine's teacher, huh? Do come in, Miss James."
When they were seated on the sofa, Lenna asked, "Would you care for a drink?"
Ruby shook her head, looking down at the robe that had dropped away from Lenna's shapely body. Ruby ran her tongue over her lips.
Lenna poured herself a drink. "I'm sorry you had to find me looking so drab and rotten,'" Lenna said. "Forgive me, please. This has been a lousy day for me. I mean goddamned lousy!"
Ruby studied her silently, then searched the room for a sign of Elaine. She didn't hear anyone else in the house, only a dog barking somewhere.
She looked back at Lenna. "Where's Elaine? She was supposed to be here."
Lenna made a vain attempt to brush her blond hair from her face. "Elaine? The little stinker had gone when I came down."
"Did she say where she was going?"
"I haven't seen her since she came home from school."
"Like I said, Elaine asked me to come over."
Lenna smiled. "What was her idea?"
"Didn't she tell you about the fainting spell she had at school?"
Lenna's face remained impassive. "Fainting spell?" she asked. "Funny, she never mentioned it."
"It's one of the reasons I'm here," Ruby went on gently. "She wanted me to talk to you and your husband."
"My husband isn't here. He's still out on the road. He lives on the road. I don't know what the hell's so interesting where he goes, unless it's all the other women." She paused and sipped her drink. Ruby was looking around, admiring the various antiques.
"He probably makes lots of money," she said offhandedly.
"Of course he does," Lenna admitted. "All he ever thinks about is money. What about Elaine, dear? Little good it would do to tell Earl. He wouldn't give a goddamn. You can tell me."
"Elaine's very over-sensitive. She seems to have problems that stem from lack of love."
Lenna sniggered and nearly spilled her drink. "You don't say, my dear."
Ruby moved closer to her, then reached down and caressed her thigh. Lenna sipped her drink and smiled at her. Her eyes were glossy and seemed to stare blankly back at Ruby. Ruby's eyes were brown and loving.
Ruby moved the folds of the terrycloth robe aside. Lenna's thighs were pressed together. Ruby could see that her pubic hair was thick.
Ruby's voice was soft, consoling. "You're nice, Lenna. So sweet and nice."
Lenna looked down at her warm fingers. They were tender against her flesh, and were moving gradually up her thighs. She sat tense with her eyes on Ruby's hand, aware of the pending pleasure that Ruby had in store for her.
Ruby had hungered for Elaine's tender flesh and her virgin pussy, but Lenna Flowers looked like an even more exciting target than Elaine.
Ruby's middle finger and forefinger were almost touching Lenna's cunt lips now. Lenna's thighs were spreading gradually, moving further apart to let the finger inside her pussy. Lenna's eyelids fluttered. She reached for the automatic switch button and turned on the big stereo-radio combination on the left side of the parlor. Immediately the parlor was filled with soft music.
Ruby's fingers were inside her now, moving down deeper into Lenna's hot wet cunt. Then she felt for Lenna's clitoris.
Lenna reached down and held her wrist. "What's going on, Miss James?" she asked. "What are you doing?"
Ruby kicked off her pumps and threw herself against Lenna; she pulled her into her arms and kissed her. "What do you think?" she said. She held Lenna in her arms and kissed her lips, her tongue moving inside Lenna's mouth. Lenna didn't resist.
"Are you sure no one is coming?" Ruby whispered to her.
"No one. Except maybe Elaine." Ruby smiled. "Elaine's no bother. Maybe we can get together for a threesome after she comes back." Lenna giggled. "Wouldn't that be ducky?"
"Do you like me?"
"Miss James, I'm going to cry when you leave me."
"No you won't, Lenna. Before I leave, you're going to have a nice heavenly orgasm.
Ruby was working her tongue inside her mouth, French kissing her, while her fingers were busy inside her pussy.
"Are you fucking me or not?" Lenna asked drunkenly. "Are you, Miss James?"
"Call me Ruby, dear."
"Are you, Ruby?"
"Yes, dearie. Is it good? Do you feel it?"
"Do I feel it? God, it's about to drive me crazy. Oh, that's so good, baby. Don't stop!"
Ruby continued to fingerfuck her while she slipped the terrycloth robe from around her shoulders and threw it aside. Lenna was naked now. She slid off the sofa to the floor and rolled over on a bearskin rug near the fireplace. "Over here," she beckoned to Ruby.
She had broken the contact with Ruby's fingers, but it allowed Ruby the chance to strip off her blouse and slacks. She was naked in no time.
She walked over to where Lenna lay with her legs spread open. "I hope to God you're right about nobody coming in on us," Ruby said.
"Who cares, who cares? Come on, Ruby. Come on. Don't just stand there and look down at me. Give it to me again. I've never had lesbian sex before. I never knew it could be this good!"
"Baby, you haven't tasted the sweetest part of me," Ruby smiled.
"Then let me taste it. I'm dying for you, Ruby. Let me taste it! Please!"
Ruby moved down to the floor with her. "How do you prefer it, or are you so goddamned drunk you can't tell?"
"Any way. Do it, Ruby! Do it! I don't care, just do something to me."
"Open up your legs so I can see your pussy. Lenna, I'm going to make you cum all over yourself before I'm finished with you."
"Take me! Take me!" Lenna pleaded.
Ruby stooped down and lifted her buttocks so that her thighs were elevated and her legs were dangling over her head at a twenty-degree angle near each breast. Ruby kissed her nipples first. While she sucked her nipples, she worked her fingers around each breast until Lenna was humping and whining a little. She didn't hurry.
Lenna's body was gyrating. "Eat me, Ruby. Eat my pussy before I go crazy!"
"You'll go even crazier when I eat you, baby."
"Hurry up. Hurry up!"
Ruby fell to the floor with her, still sucking each nipple, lapping her wet tongue over the soft flesh.
"Ruby, please. Please!" Lenna begged. "Take all of me. Take my tits off. Eat them, bite them! Make me hurt. Make me cry!"
Ruby began to gnaw the tip end of the nipples, using her front teeth so that the tiny little glands became swollen with passion. Ruby licked and nibbled faster. Then she moved her tongue and mouth down to Lenna's stomach and licked around her navel. Lenna was gyrating so wildly now that Ruby had difficulty holding her body in place. She moved her lips down to Lenna's bushy pussy hair. Ruby pressed the wad of hair away from the cunt lips and pressed open her pussy so that she could see the pink insides of her wet cunt. She felt Lenna's thighs shaking. "Inside now, baby," Ruby panted. "Down into your hot cunt...."
"Oh, Ruby. Eat meee!"
Ruby placed her mouth over the cunt opening, and her tongue found its way inside the wet hole. Lenna began to kick and yell, bumping her head hard against the floor.
"Stop it, Ruby!" she cried out. "Stop it, please. You'll drive me mad! I can't stand it!"
Ruby didn't stop. She held both her hands around Lenna's hips with all her strength. She kept her mouth and tongue against her, sucking her clitoris now. Lenna clawed Ruby's shoulders until bloody marks showed.
Both young women were still on the floor when Earl Flowers stuck his key in the front door and entered the parlor.
He put down his suitcase and looked around the spacious room. He heard the music and he saw a smoking cigarette on the ashtray on the coffee table. He didn't see anyone until he turned his eyes back to the right by the fireplace.
He was startled at what he saw.
Two naked women were locked together, arms and legs entwined in lesbian love. Their lips were engaged in a mutual kiss and the one on top was running her fingers through the blonde's hair.
Earl could see that the blonde underneath was his wife, but he couldn't quite make out who the brunette was until he took a second glance. Then he recognized the gym teacher at Northeast High. "Goddamn!" he cursed softly. "Ruby James and Lenna!"
He searched the room again. He wondered where Elaine was. All he could see were green spots dancing before his eyes. He was in no mood to make a nasty scene, and he couldn't have if he wanted to. He walked down the short hallway and entered his private den. He closed and locked the door. He was definitely finished with Lenna. He hated the bitch. The more he thought about the two women engaged in lesbian love, the sicker he felt. He found tears in his eyes, and his throat felt clogged.
He fell over the lounge bed and reached with nervous fingers for a whiskey bottle on a nearby table. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and killed it with one swallow.
He poured another drink, then reached for the telephone on the end table. He dialed Sylvie's apartment, praying Doug didn't answer. He tensed himself, biting his lips while the phone rang a third time. The fifth ring sounded in his ear and then the seventh. After the tenth ring, he slammed the phone down into the cradle, lay back on the pillow, and covered his face. Even Sylvie had proved to be a fake. She had promised him she would go home and wait for his phone call. But she hadn't answered. He decided that all women were damned liars and he didn't want any part of any of them for the rest of his life.
Then he sat up and looked at the fifth on the table. His hand reached out for the bottle, and he couldn't resist the temptation to get drunk. He rose and went back to the bar, opened the ice bin, and filled his glass with ice cubes. Then he fixed himself a highball. All he could think about at the moment was getting himself drunk, then finding Sylvie and getting the hell out of town and out of Lenna's life. Like Sylvie had said, Elaine was a young woman. With a figure and pussy like hers, she didn't have to worry about anything in life.
Earl sat there slobbering highballs until he felt himself growing dizzy from drink. Then he rolled back on the divan pillows. The glass slipped from his fingers to the floor, spilling liquor on the carpet. The glass crashed against the floor and rolled underneath the divan.
Earl Flowers didn't move. He was lying there snoring, his mouth open, his eyes shut. His mind was a complete blank. He was dead drunk.
CHAPTER 10
"Goddamn you, Doug!" Sylvie swore. "This place stinks like shit and looks like hell. It looks like you've been fucking more than one bitch around here!"
She flung her handbag down on the table and snatched off her hat, tossing it across the living room toward the dinette table where it missed the top of the table and fell on the floor.
True, she hadn't found any women in the apartment with Doug, but there was sufficient evidence that some female had been there entertaining him. There were reddish strands of hair all over the sofa upholstery, and several wet spots on the sofa cushions looked and smelled like cum. Doug hadn't been able to straighten up the sofa pillows and seat cushions after Elaine had ducked out of the apartment.
While Sylvie was making a thorough inspection of the front room, especially around the sofa area, Doug frowned at her.
"Say, Sylvie, what are you trying to prove?" he growled. "Didn't I just tell you that no woman has been in this apartment since you've been away?"
She paused and looked up at him. "You're lying." She straightened up her shoulders and held out her palm to him. "Sure you are, baby. Take a look at this. There's enough red hairs here to cover a doll's head. You don't think I'm blind, do you?"
"I didn't say you were."
"Doug, I happen to be a blonde. I didn't leave all these red hairs all over this sofa. And I surely didn't smell like cunt when I left here over two weeks ago. For your information, this sofa smells strongly like pussy, and I know that two human beings have been doing a lot of fucking on it."
"You crazy bitch!" he snorted. "The damned thing is just dirty from all the oversized asses that've been sitting on it."
"No, it isn't, Doug. It was bought brand new last month."
"What the hell have you been doing? Here you stand accusing me. Don't I have the right to a piece of cunt after you run off like a bitch to Florida? Just how much fucking did you do down there? Are you gonna confess or lie to me?"
"You fool, I was visiting my mother. I wasn't with any prick!"
"Baby, pricks are everywhere."
She was angry now. "Oh, fuck you."
She looked over at him and detected a smear of lipstick on the tip of his nose. "What's that lipstick doing on your nose? I don't like the way you smell."
"Oh, goddamn you, Sylvie," he cursed. "Go to hell. I'm gonna take a shower." She moved quickly towards him but he ducked back and shoved her away. He scrambled into the bathroom and bolted the door in her face.
She banged on the door with both her fists. "Doug, you open this door!" she demanded. "Open it, goddamn you!"
"Stay out there until you cool off!" he yelled.
"You dirty sonofabitch, I'm going to leave you for good this time. You've probably been fucking ever since I've been gone!" She heard the shower running. She had screamed her words even louder.
"Doug! Do you hear me?" she screamed. Once more she began to pound on the door with her fists. "Doug, I want a divorce. I want you out of my life!" She pounded the door panel again. "Doug, do you hear me? I want a divorce. I'm going to have my lawyer file separation papers within the next thirty days. Meanwhile, I'm moving out of this apartment. From now on, you can do whatever you damned well please. I don't give a shit how many whores you fuck in this apartment!" When no response came from him, she stood back and kicked the bottom of the door panel. Her temper became more violent. She kicked it several times, much harder. "You goddamned sonofabitch. You bastard!"
She wheeled around and entered the bedroom. It was a mess. Dirty clothes were scattered everywhere. She looked down at the sheets; they were dirty and stained. She bit her bottom lip and went over to the bedroom closet. She began to empty her wardrobe, piling the clothes on the bed.
When she had cleaned all her things out of the closet, including a pile of shoes, she turned to the dresser drawers that contained her lingerie.
She was busy sorting some of her lingerie into a suitcase when Doug left the bathroom and a moment later stood there in the hallway door. He looked into the bedroom and frowned at his wife. She looked up at him.
"Now, just what the shit do you think you're doing?"
"Didn't you hear what I said?"
"How could I with the shower running?"
"It isn't running now."
"What are you fixing to do, Sylvie?"
"Leave you. We're through. Finished, Doug. I don't love you now. I don't think I ever did, really. What pisses me off is why I ever married you. You don't have any sex appeal. You can't fuck worth a damn to satisfy a woman like me. Maybe you've got some other technique you use on all the others. Now, don't try to stop me, Doug. I'm leaving this apartment tonight. You'll hear from my lawyer later on."
He placed hands on his hips. "Sylvie, you're not going any place. What's more, you're not leaving this house tonight!"
She wheeled around, her eyes blazing fire. "That's what you think, Mr. Cocksucker. Now listen, Doug. Don't you make any scene. I don't want to call the cops on you. There's a law which states a woman doesn't have to go along with adultery. And what's more, I can't stand a double-dealing husband."
"You're a spotless angel, huh?"
She thought about Earl Flowers. "No, I'm not spotless," she snapped. For spite, she decided to admit her guilt to get even with him. Only she dared not tell him it was her brother-in-law that she was fucking. "I'm quite tainted, as a matter-of-fact. You've had yours and I've had mine. Yes, I've fucked. Just this morning too."
"That's fine," he said. "I'm glad you've finally got the idea. Now, get all this crap back inside the closet and put those dresser drawers back in place before I lose my head. I mean it, Sylvie. You're not going anyplace. You're not leaving me."
"What do you want with a woman you don't love? Why do you want to make a slave out of me?"
"Just don't argue about it. Do as I tell you and everything will work out fine."
"No it won't. I don't trust you anymore. All right, you might detain me tonight, even over the weekend. But what about Monday after you go back to work?"
"I'll find you if you run away." She was still adamant. "Oh no, you won't."
"Take your clothes off, Sylvie. Take them off. Get naked!"
She placed her hands on her hips and frowned at him. "Have you gone out of your mind? What for?"
"You don't have to ask me that. Why do women undress around their husbands?"
"Not to suck your prick, if that's what you mean."
"Shut up and do as I say."
"You can go straight to hell. I'm not going to undress. In fact, I'm leaving this place tonight. Just like I said."
He didn't say anything else. Instead, he lunged forward, seized her around her waist with one strong arm, and lifted her off the floor. Sylvie began kicking and fighting at him with her little fists, beating his shoulders and trying to reach his face with her sharp fingernails. "Put me down, you bastard!" she cried. "Let me go! What the hell's the matter with you? Have you gone crazy or something?"
He didn't answer. He hauled her out of the bed room and down the short hallway to the toilet while she kicked and struggled to escape his firm embrace. "Let me down, you big sonofabitch! Put me down!"
Inside the bathrooom, he released her. Angry and flushed, she tried to get back out the door, only he slammed and bolted it, then stood there blocking her way.
"The only way you can get through that door is to knock me down," he laughed.
"You big bully! If I had a gun I'd blow your head off! I'm going to leave next week. You can't keep me here. I'm not going to fight you, Doug. You're too big. All right, what's next?"
"You're going to strip, baby."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"God, what for, Doug?"
"I need a little job done."
"Oh, that prick-sucking thing, huh?"
"That's right, sugar."
"Fuck you. I don't want it tonight."
"Oh, yes you do. Are you going to do it nice, or do I have to use a little force?"
She sat down on the stool and began to cry. "Oh, I hate you. I hate you!"
She didn't move fast enough. He held her head between his legs, snatched off her blouse, and jerked her skirt down past her ankles. Then his strong fingers seized the elastic in her panties and ripped them away from her body. He looked at her firm breasts and thick nipples.
"You're a sexy little bitch, Sylvie," he said.
He shoved her down to her knees and bent over and kissed each nipple, his mouth sucking them for a few moments to stir up her desire. That was all it took for her. Her head was twisting in protest, but he sank down on the toilet stool, held both her wrists, and forced her to her knees between his strong hairy legs. His penis was limp, but it would rise firmly when her lips and wet tongue got to it.
His enormous fingers were like steel as he clutched her hair and forced her head down to his crotch. "All right, take it, you bitch," he snorted.
She looked up at him out of teary eyes, her face distorted with resentfulness, but she was helpless. "Doug, don't make me. Please, don't make me," she begged.
"Take your meat, my sugar pie. Take it, take it," he coaxed in a sugary tone.
She began to sob as her mouth opened and she reached up between his legs to seize his cock. She squeezed ,it and skinned it back, placing the tip of her tongue on the head. Then she began to suck.
His hard-on filled her mouth. Her blond hair hung down against her shoulders, her mouth firmly fixed to his prick. She held his balls, her fingers pressing into the full sac. She was working her mouth faster now, knowing he was almost ready to cum.
Suddenly he jerked his prick away from her. She looked up at him, licking her lips. "Doug, give it back. What's the idea?" She tried to grab hold of his cock, but he snatched it away.
"I'm going to cum in your pussy."
At that moment he heard the telephone ringing. Sylvie jumped to her feet and tried to get the door unlocked in order to answer it. Doug lunged out and seized both her arms, jerking her back away from the door.
She looked around at him, her face coloring in protest. "Doug, that might be for me," she said. "I want to answer it. It might be something important."
"Forget it. Let the goddamned thing ring."
The telephone continued to ring-ten times. Sylvie looked at the back of the door panel and shook her head. "Please, Doug. Let me answer the phone. Please, honey. Please," she begged.
"No," he said. "We're going to finish what we started."
Sylvie knew it was Earl calling. He had promised her that he would call her later that night to tell her whether he would run away with her or not.
While Doug reached over for the faucet handle and turned on the water in the bathtub, Sylvie backed toward the door in hopes of escaping to answer the telephone. Only by the time she had found the latch, the telephone had stopped ringing. Doug had watched her out of the corner of his eye. He laughed.
He reached for her wrist and hauled her to the bathtub. She looked at him and down at the water. "What are you going to do?" she asked. For a moment she thought he wanted to drown her.
"Do you really want to know?"
"I most certainly do. I'm frightened."
"Why?"
"Maybe you're going to drown me."
"Don't be silly. Why would I want to murder you, baby?"
"I wonder. If you want to get rid of me, all you have to do is let me out of here."
"No chance tonight, Sylvie."
"What are we going to do in a tub of water?" she asked.
"We're going to fuck, Sylvie."
"Fuck in a tub of water?"
"Yes."
She giggled. "Really, I never heard of such a thing."
When the bathtub was half full with water, he helped her into it. Then he climbed and sat down, making her sit on his lap and straddle his body. His prick entered her wet cunt with ease. Sylvie giggled at first.
"How does it feel?" he asked.
Sylvie was so breathless she could hardly speak. Her head was shaking up and down, her lips twisted grotesquely. "It's good, Doug." She panted harder now. "Oh, Doug, Doug. It feels so good. This is too much! Don't stop! Your prick feels so good! Oh, oh, oh! I'm cuming!" She shivered with a spasmodic fit and grabbed his shoulders, grinding her pelvis onto his cock.
Then she squealed again. "Oh, that was good, so good," she panted against his chest.
Doug smiled and stroked her hair. Then he let the plug out of the tub and the water began to quickly seep down the drain. Soon the tub was empty.
Doug relaxed in the waterless tub and pulled her head down toward his hard-on. He smiled and stroked her hair again. "All right, Sylvie. You had yours, now give me mine, the way I like it."
Her mouth opened, and she swallowed his cock, working her mouth and tongue up and down on his meat. Doug's head rocked with pleasure. He scissored his legs around her waist and began to moan deep down inside his throat.
This time Sylvie knew he wasn't going to stop her.
Within seconds now, he would shoot off inside her mouth.
CHAPTER 11
Myrtle Crivello soaped her body good before she stepped over under the spurting shower. A red bathcap kept her hair from getting wet. She wanted to smell fresh and clean for Billy Hanks. .
After the soap was washed from her body, she looked down at the water running over her thrusting breasts. She lifted each heavy mound, drew the skin tight, and felt her nipples ache and burn. She could hardly wait for her pupil to taste her tit flesh.
When she reached up to turn off the shower, she found herself humming a happy tune. She stepped from the shower and reached the soft bath towel from the rack.
She looked down at her pussy hair and spread her legs in order to see the outer lips of her cunt. She wondered just what it would look like with Billy's cock penetrating deep inside.
She smiled, then burst into sensual laughter as she brushed the towel fabric over the tips of her nip pies. He would probably suck her nipples. She wouldn't stop him there, though. She would make his hot tongue dive deep inside her cunt.
She finished drying off her body and threw the wet towel over the shower rack. Then she stripped off her bathcap, tossed it over into the bathtub, and shook her hair back into place. It fell freely about her shoulders. She did not spend time combing it, since she imagined it would look like a tangled mess before the evening was over.
She walked naked into the bedroom, swinging her hips. She was so enthusiastic over her pending date she could feel her cunt throbbing and her nipples itching for attention. At the dresser, she modeled herself before the mirror. She couldn't remember when she felt so sexy and ready for love.
After admiring her naked figure in the floor-length mirror across from the dresser, she reached for a bottle of cologne and sprayed her body. Billy's heart would probably throb with excitement the moment he arrived and inhaled the teasing aroma.
She turned back to the bed and picked up a black lace negligee. She slipped into it and turned back to the floor-length mirror. Through the flimsy material, she could see every portion of her sensuous body. She had hardly slipped on her dressing slippers before she heard the doorchimes sound.
Her heart fluttered with excitement as she hurried through the dinette and front room to answer the door.
When she opened the door she came face to face with Billy. He was grinning from ear to ear.
"Good evening, Miss Crivello," he spoke. "I'm here."
She giggled. "Oh, Billy. You're right on time. Come in, dear."
After locking the door, making sure the chain hook was in place, she looked around to find his leering eyes glued to her nudity through the sheer lacy material. His mouth was open. He was staring at her like he couldn't imagine she was real.
She smiled to herself. What a shock for him. A teenage schoolboy lusting at his art teacher. What a miracle. But it was real. Myrtle was alive with temptation; Billy was alive with youthful desire. She was ready to give him what he wanted. She was sure he wanted her.
"What's the matter, Billy?" she cooed. "Has something disturbed you?"
He couldn't take his eyes off the thrust of her breasts and the rosy color of her nipples under the flimsy material. "Yeah, Miss Crivello. You got me excited. I never expected anything like this. Damn, am I crazy or something?"
She reached over and patted his cheek, then thrust her body against his so that he would realize she was real. "If you think I'm a fantasy, why don't you feel me and find out?"
He wasn't shy or bashful. In fact, he was bolder than she was.
Her naked arms rested on his shoulders and her breasts flattened invitingly against his chest as he swept her into his arms and kissed her. She returned his kisses. His hands went around her body as he embraced her tightly. "Oh, baby. I didn't know it would be this easy," he remarked. "Damn, damn, damn!"
He was caressing her buttocks repeatedly, digging his strong fingers into her flesh. Myrtle's heart throbbed excitedly, her eyelids fluttering. She didn't want to rush things. If she didn't stop him, she was going to yield before they had dinner.
Before she could tear herself away from his embrace, she felt his hard-on. She felt it against her thighs, pressing between her legs. She knew her cunt was creaming. She began to moan a little and press her hips against him. "Oh, Billy. Billy!" she moaned. "You big man, you!"
"You didn't just invite me over for dinner, did you, Miss Crivello?"
"Of course not, silly."
"You want me to fuck you, huh?"
"Yes. Oh yes, Billy."
He didn't bother to cover himself. In fact, he looked down at his erection and pressed it out towards her. "You want my cock, huh?"
She looked down at what he was showing to her. Her lips trembled, her eyelids fluttering like crazy. "I can't wait, Billy. It's killing me not to have you! But I think we'd better eat dinner first."
He nodded his approval. "Good. I thought I smelled something good." He ran his tongue over his lips.
"Are you hungry, dear?" she asked. "For pussy?" he grinned. "No, silly. A roast beef dinner."
"I'm starved for everything you have to offer, Miss Crivello."
"Call me Myrtle, honey."
"All right, Myrtle."
"You needn't be so formal anymore, since we understand each other. I'm a sex-starved bitch and you're my schoolboy fucker. Only I'm going to serve you your dinner first so you'll be strong enough to do a thorough job on my hot pussy." He laughed heartily.
She took him by the arm and led him over to the dinette table.
Through the evening meal, he continually watched her lovely breasts through the low neckline of her negligee. She had slipped on a wrap before sitting down for dinner. She couldn't keep her eyes away from his crotch, but she tried to concentrate on making conversation.
"Billy, someday you'll become a great artist. I hope so, anyway."
"Yeah, I hope so, too. I'm going to work hard. I don't know how I'm gonna manage it, though. Not the way my folks are. Ma's sick and my dad's a drunken bum."
She lit a cigarette, reached over and caressed his hand. "Don't worry, dear. Plenty of women want what you have. Just use it to your best advantage. Money won't be any problem. Even if I can't afford you, thousands of other rich women are dying for a cock like yours."
"I didn't know it until a friend told me practically the same thing. Where do I find these rich old women?"
She turned up her nose. "Forget them. Right now, just concentrate on me. Do you want anything else? We have ice cream and cake for dessert."
He felt his stomach. "I'm stuffed full. Where's the toilet?"
She beckoned to her right. "Down the hallway." He wiped his mouth on a napkin. "Excuse me, I gotta take a leak."
She smiled and watched him move down the hallway. Clearing the dishes, she said, "Come on in the bedroom when you've finished."
A moment later she stood by the bed and slipped off her wrap and negligee. Naked, she went to the dresser and opened a drawer. She took out the tube of lubricating jelly. She knew she was going to need it for him to get his over-sized prick in her snug cunt.
She turned back to the bed and eyed the clock on the night stand. It was after eight now. She wanted their party to last at least three hours.
She climbed up on the bed and adjusted the pillows against her shoulders. Then she raised her knees and spread her legs. Billy appeared in the doorway.
He was no longer the youthful pupil of her art class. He was very much a man. His chest was covered with fine blond hair and his legs were hairy, too. His erection stood out good and strong. That was the part that interested her the most. He had undressed in the bathroom.
He held his prick with one hand. "Now," he smiled, "how do you like me?"
She rolled her tongue over the edge of her lips. "Baby, I can't wait for you." She thrust out her arms. "Come to mama, baby. Let me feel your big cock!"
He advanced toward the bed. "It's pretty big, Myrtle."
"You can say that again. It's too big. But don't worry, you won't hurt me. Smear this lubrication cream on it. Smear it heavy so it'll be plenty slip pery. It'll go in then-all the way."
He took the lubrication cream, squeezed a handful from the tube, and smeared the head and shaft of his prick with it. Then he lowered himself onto Myrtle. She shifted her thighs, feeling his fat cock head touch her pussy.
"Easy, baby," she sighed. "Easy, now. Don't force it."
Billy pushed slightly; his cock moved through the outer folds of her cunt. She felt her pussy muscles stretching gradually opening to accommodate him. His mouth came down to suck her nipples until both were hard, throbbing desire.
"Oh, it's getting good already," she panted, her eyes wild with lust. The head of his cock was already through and sinking down inside her tight cunt. She gritted her teeth as it slipped deeper and deeper into her lubricated hole.
Then he slipped it inside her all the way to his balls, then withdrew and drove it in again. She felt sweetness, then pain. She cried out, "Oh, Billy, Billy!" Her head began to shake in a frenzy; her hips came alive and began to thrust up at him. She couldn't stop herself. She fucked him like she was mad, her pussy jerking up and down, screwing the fat prick. She was nearly faint as wave after wave of exquisite thrills bolted through her body.
She gasped and panted, kicked and flung her head. She squirmed and gyrated as the ecstasy made her nearly lose her mind.
"Oh, Billy!" Myrtle screamed. "Oooh, baby. Do it to me! Do it to me! Oooh, it's to much! I'm going to faint. No-no-no. I'm going to scream. I'm cuming! I'm cuming!"
She clamped her tight muscles on his driving prick as it went in and out of her like a machine. In and out, in and out, driving, driving, making her pussy tremble.
He shot off before she knew he was cuming inside her. His sperm filled her pussy and squashed over the sides of her cunt lips, trickling down between her uplifted buttocks. His great arms went around her body; his embrace was so powerful he nearly squeezed the breath from her.
He caught his breath and she caught her own. She was shivering like a leaf in the wind. "God, oh dear, oh God!" she panted.
"I didn't want to cum in you," he apologized. He kissed her.
"I don't care. I wanted your cum in me, baby."
She looked down between her thighs. His prick was still hard. She reached down and felt his wet cock. It was still dripping cum. She took hold of it and forced it back into her cunt.
"Jesus, Myrtle. You want some more?"
"Yeah, honey. You don't leave here with a hard-on like that. Get it where it belongs. I'm not near finished having orgasms. I can have a dozen with you any night."
She began to milk his cock again. "Oh, fuck me, Billy, fuck me!"
Her hips moved up and down; he couldn't hold her still. She felt the first throes of a severe orgasm and went wild, really wild. She scratched at his shoulders, scissored her legs around his body, and shot her cunt against him like a thrashing machine. "Oh, I'm cuming!" she squealed. "I'm cuming! Give it to me, baby! You got all my pussy. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me. Harder."
"Myrtle, don't!" he cried. "You'll tear my prick off. Don't, now!"
"I want it. I want every damned inch of it. Give it to me! Oh, it's so good, so delicious. So good, good, good!"
He tried to withdraw his shaft from her, but she held him deep inside.
She was too busy fucking him to hear the key grating in the door lock. The radio was playing so loud that all other sounds inside the apartment were inaudible.
"Goddamn!" he shouted. She felt his cum shoot out inside her again.
"Oh, that feels good in me!" she grunted. She kissed him, her tongue inside his mouth.
Ruby was shaking the door, but the door chain kept her from entering the apartment. "Hey Myrtle!" she yelled. "Are you in there? Open this door. Take the chain off. I can't get in with the goddamned chain on the door. Hey, Myrtle! Come here and open this door!"
Billy rolled off her. He sat up. "Who's that? Somebody wants in."
Myrtle covered her face, tried to get enough strength to answer her. Instead of answering Ruby, she reached out for Billy and drew him back into her arms and kissed him. "It's only Ruby. Goddamn her. I thought she wasn't coming back before eleven. But here she is back at nine-thirty."
She sat up in bed and yelled at Ruby. "Can't you wait? I'm using the toilet. Relax, dear. I'll be there as soon as I finish."
"Oh, I'm sorry! Take your time."
Myrtle looked at the bedding and then over at Billy. He was climbing into his clothes. "What am I gonna do?" he asked. "Pretend we were just having dinner?"
"Shit no. Ruby didn't even know you were coming over. She'd shit if she even thought I was alone in this apartment with a man. Get inside the bedroom closet over there. It's pretty hot and cramped, but I'll try to keep her in the front room. She'll want to French before we go to bed. At least she usually does. We'll do that in the front room. While she's showering you can sneak out the front door. Don't make any noise. Don't worry about the door. I'll lock it later after you leave."
He nodded. "Okay, Myrtle." He was dressed and entered the closet. She watched him slip inside and hide among her clothes.
Myrtle shut the bedroom closet, ran into the bathroom, and snatched the wet bathtowel off the shower curtain rod. She wiped her sweaty shoulders and breasts and her legs, sprayed cologne on her body and then slipped her wrap on. By now Ruby had begun to rattle the chain impatiently as she went toward the front door.
"You goddamned bitch, why did you have to come back so soon?"
Billy found the bedroom closet stuffy and hot. He perspired heavily. His only consolation was the cologne-scented clothing hanging about him.
The closet was small, but Billy found a way to stretch out his legs and rest his back comfortably against the wall, even though he was forced to sit on six or seven pairs of shoes.
He heard the toilet flush and Myrtle hurry through the apartment to unhook the chain on the front door.
Just like Myrtle had said, she was able to keep Ruby in the living room. Their voices reached him.
Myrtle's voice was tenderly submissive. "I'm sorry about this, Ruby. It couldn't be helped. You know I took the laxative this morning."
"Think nothing of it, sweetie," Ruby assured her in a casual tone. "Everyone's bowels act up at times."
"You're not angry?"
"Of course not, baby."
"How was your visit with the Flowers?" Myrtle asked. "Did you have a nice time?"
"Oh, simply delicious. I had a most enjoyable time. Of course, I didn't manage to see Elaine, and her father wasn't in town. But her stepmother Lenna is the sweetest darling I've ever been privileged to meet. We had drinks, and of course discussed Elaine's curious reactions."
"If you're hungry, I left some food out for you to eat."
"Uh-huh. I'm not hungry. I'm still on a diet. Besides, you know I never eat this late at night." Ruby gave a sensual giggle, then purred like a torn cat. "Oh, you're naked for me under" the wrap, aren't you? Here, let me see. Oh, baby, you smell so fresh and clean. And that new cologne you wear simply stuns me. I get itchy when I smell it. I want you."
"Ruby, why don't you strip right here?"
"All right. You must be pretty hot yourself."
"Oh, I am, honey. I'm all wet between my legs."
"Masturbating, huh?"
"Uh-huh. Oh, I feel groovy, Ruby. Hurry up. Here, let me help you. How come your hair looks so messy? Didn't you comb it before you left?"
"There's a strong wind outside."
"Now, there you are. Your body looks simply ravishing, Ruby.Mmmmmnn. French me first."
"Oh, I love it that way first," Ruby whispered. "First, give me those beautiful tits.
"Oh, that feels good, Ruby. Go on. Don't stop. Suck them harder."
"Finger my pussy. Get me hot, Myrtle. Use the dildo later ... you know.
"Indeed I do. Oh, your tongue tastes so wet and hot. Bite me, Ruby. Bite my tits. Oh, I love it! I want you all the way now. Right now!"
Billy heard the panting of the two women. He had never witnessed a sex affair between two females before, and the idea aroused his interest. He heard their hard sighs and breathless pants. He had a mad desire to watch them. He opened the closet door enough to crawl out into the bedroom. He crawled on all fours through the open door down the short hallway past the bathroom. He stopped about five feet to the left of the bathroom door. From this position, he was able to see the sofa. They were on the sofa.
Ruby lay on her back, stretched out on the sofa. Her knees were doubled up, her fat thighs spread widely apart. He could see the labia of her pussy with all the wiry black hair around it. Something about the sight of Ruby's fat thighs and her open pussy appealed to him. His cock was growing hard again, merely by seen them naked together.
Myrtle was seated upright, straddling Ruby's face and mouth, her knees resting against the sofa. Her head was rocking frantically from the friction of Ruby's hot tongue that was buried inside her pussy.
Every time Myrtle moved her buttocks up and down in a bouncing rhythm he could see Ruby's red tongue pushing past her labia into the pink folds of smooth flesh.
Suddenly Myrtle threw her head and cried out like a maniac. "Wow! Oh Ruby. You don't know how good that feels!"
They became even wilder now.
Ruby buried her face even deeper in Myrtle's crotch. Her tongue laved the inside of Myrtle's cunt in constant rhythm, while Myrtle's fingers clamped both her breasts tightly as she sat facing them. She jerked on the tiny rosebud mammaries like she was milking a cow's tits. Underneath her, Ruby's body was trembling, her heavy thighs wiggling. The art teacher buckled in a frenzy of ecstatic pleasure that was almost unbearable for Billy.
"I'm nearly there, Ruby. I'm about to cum all over your face!"
"Now!" Ruby cried out underneath her bouncing rump. "Now! The dildo, baby. Fuck me. Now. Hurry!"
Myrtle was breathless as she probed down along the back of the sofa and pulled out a fat rubber dildo. She thrust it inside her mouth and sucked it quickly. Her eyelids fluttered crazily. Then she leaned forward and parted Ruby's cunt lips.
Billy's eyes were glued to Ruby's yielding pussy.
After Myrtle worked the head of the dildo inside Ruby's bubbling pussy, she began to push it in and out, just like a prick. Myrtle's eyes were shut; her mouth was open and her tongue was licking her lips.
Ruby started groaning and whining and snorting. "Oh, Christ! Oh, Jesus, I'm cuming. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me! Drive that big cock in my pussy, baby.
Give it to roe! Oh, it's so good. So good, good, good!"
Billy's tongue hung out of his mouth, his prick throbbing.
They rolled off the sofa to the floor. He could see Ruby's sweaty face and her hair flopping wild over her eyes and cheeks. She rolled Myrtle over on her back and forced both her thighs back. Myrtle spread her legs wide and Ruby went down on her in male fashion, forcing their cunt lips together. She pulled Myrtle's buttocks up towards her, rubbing their throbbing wet pussies together.
Billy found his hand gripping his prick. Then he couldn't stop himself from masturbating. Before he knew anything, he ejaculated. Cum spilled out into his fist and upon the carpet. He cried out his pleasure, then crawled back into the bedroom and wiped his prick and hands off on the sheet.
He still wanted more, and found himself thinking about Elaine Flowers. He was seated on the floor next to a-telephone table. Why not call Elaine and find out if he could come over?
He heard Ruby crying out pleasurably. "Oh, baby. That's it! Oh, oh, oh!"
A few minutes later, though, Ruby's voice was gasping. "I got to pee. After I pee, we'll do it again."
While Ruby was in the bathroom Billy removed his shoes and slipped out of the bedroom, past the closed bathroom door, and into the living room. Myrtle was still outstretched on the floor. Her hands were caressing her breasts.
She looked up at him out of eyes that were obsessed with lust. "Billy, dear," she whispered. "I'll see you Monday. There's a little clothes closet in the back of my classroom. I think it's large enough to accommodate us."
Then she got quickly to her feet and threw her arms around his shoulders, embracing him with a wet kiss. "Now, get out of here before Ruby comes back!" She opened the door quietly and shoved him out into the hallway.
Billy didn't look back as the apartment door clicked shut. He quietly tiptoed down the stairs to the front entrance door, then sat down on the steps and slipped into his shoes.
The moon was out. Other than a rising wind, it was a lovely warm night. He found the nearest phone at a corner service station. He slipped in a coin and dialed Elaine's number.
The telephone had hardly finished the first ring before it was snatched off the cradle hook.
Elaine's voice was curt and sultry. "Hello."
He recognized her voice. "Elaine, this is Billy."
"Billy! Oh Billy! Where are you?"
"At a corner filling station."
"Why don't you come over?"
"I can?"
"Uh-huh."
"Right now?"
"Right now. Tonight, silly."
He had hardly believed it would be this easy. What was she up to? "I'll be right over, baby," he said excitedly.
"All right. "I'll be right here waiting. Hurry. Hurry, Billy!"
Billy dropped the telephone back in the cradle and ducked out of the service station. As he fled down the street, sprinting like he was doing a hundred-yard dash, he kept swearing to himself. "Oh, goddamn, goddamn, goddamn! What a sweet a night. I just fucked Miss Crivello, and now I'm going to fuck Elaine Flowers!"
CHAPTER 12
Elaine smiled down at the phone's mouthpiece, then hung it gently back in the cradle. She was quite pleased about how everything had turned out. She had been over to Doug's apartment most of the evening and by doing that she had probably missed Miss James. She didn't know for sure whether her gym teacher had showed up or not. Anyway, Lenna sure looked beat when she had looked in on her in the master bedroom upstairs.
She turned away from the telephone, pulled her white silk lounging robe tighter and tied the sash. She was naked underneath. She went over to the stereo and got some music started. She turned it up to a moderate volume, then looked toward the door to her father's den. The door was shut. She wanted to make sure he was still drunk like she had found him a few hours earlier.
She opened the den door and peeped inside. The table lamp was burning. Her father was still out cold. He was lying on his back next to the divan.
The empty bottle was still lying on the floor alongside him.
"Poor daddy," she sighed sympathetically. She closed the door and wondered just what had made him get drunk his first night back home.
She raised her eyebrows. This was one night she didn't seem to mind his being drunk, and the same thing applied to Lenna. Neither one would probably sober up before morning. She could do whatever she pleased when Billy arrived.
While running through the house to the kitchen for a case of beer, she thought about Billy's prick. She returned with the six pack to the front parlor and placed it down on the coffee table, along with two glasses. Then she sat down on the sofa in front of the coffee table and crossed her legs. The music got next to her. She tossed her head, opened a can of beer, and filled her glass. Billy would probably drink from the can. She could hardly sit still as she thought about his fat cock again, wondering whether her cunt would be large enough to accommodate it. Of course, she had to borrow Lenna's lubricating jelly.
Elaine jumped up and ran into the bathroom between the kitchen and parlor. She found a new tube of the jelly inside the medicine cabinet. She carried it back into the parlor with her and slipped it between the sofa cushions. She had hardly taken her seat on the sofa again and lifted her glass of beer when the door chimes sounded. She jumped to her feet, and ran over to the door and opened it.
Billy stood there grinning and sweating like he'd run ten miles.
"Hi, Elaine! I'm here."
She giggled and threw open the door. "Can't I see? Come in, Billy."
She closed the door and bolted it, then they took seats on the sofa. He saw the six-pack on the coffee table. "Want some beer?" she asked.
"Uh-huh," he nodded. She gave him a can. He tore open the slit and took a hard drink from the can. Then he dried his mouth and looked over at the stereo.
"Where's everybody?" he wanted to know. "Who, Billy?"
"Your stepma? She acts like she doesn't like me whenever I phone."
"She's upstairs in bed."
"Really?"
Elaine nodded. "Uh-huh. Only you needn't worry about her tonight."
"Why not?"
"She's dead asleep. Pretty high, too." She gestured toward the den. "And my dad's in there drunk. We've got nothing to worry about. Does that satisfy you?"
He looked at her as though he doubted her word. "Not quite," he said, grinning. He rose and crossed over to the den, and opened the door and peeped in at her father just to make sure. He nodded, then closed the door and returned to the sofa.
"Satisfied?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess so."
She studied his dark eyes. "You look tired."
"I ran all the way over her."
"Why didn't you take a taxi?"
"No money, baby. Say, I got a job today."
"Doing what?"
"Working around the Mews Apartments."
"That's nice, Billy. How'd you get it?"
"Miss Crivello helped me get it."
"Miss Crivello?"
"Yeah. What's wrong with that?"
She turned up her nose. "I just don't like her."
"What you got against our art teacher?"
"Nothing personal. Only she's stuck on you. She doesn't fool me one goddamned bit."
"Remember what I said in class today. You're jealous again, baby."
"All right, so I am."
He took another drink of the beer and laughed. His eyes went over her attire; he could see the upper portions of her breasts from the low neckline of the robe. "Hey, you got on anything underneath that robe?"
"Why?"
"It don't look to me like you have."
She giggled and blushed. "True, honey. I haven't."
"Let me see." He pried and coaxed.
"Let me see." he pried and coaxed.
"You're a big strong guy. See for yourself."
"What's that supposed to mean? An invitation?"
"If you want."
He reached over and pulled both flaps open. She looked into his eyes. "Now ... satisfied?"
He looked down at her shapely thighs and began to caress her tender flesh. She kissed him, then fell over against her shoulder. "Want to dance?" she asked.
He shook his head. "No, I'm too tired from running. Let's just kill off some beer and make love. How's that?"
She giggled teasingly. "Suits me."
She was lying in his arms, looking down at his growing cock. Her kisses had stirred him into arousal. She couldn't resist reaching down to caress it.
"Today in school, you teased me with it," she said. "For once I'm going to see what it's really like to feel and caress."
"Go right ahead," he smiled. "I don't care. See if I try to stop you."
She looked around at him. "You're crazy."
"Honest. Go on. Want me to unzip my pants?"
"You don't have to. I can do it for you." She reached down and unzipped his pants, working her little white fingers inside for his fat cock.
Billy then unfastened her robe and looked between her legs at her pubic hair. It was very thick. He reached down between her legs and put his forefinger on her cunt lips, opening them slightly. He rubbed his finger up and down the length of Elaine's pussy. When she gave a sensual move with her hips his finger went inside her hole. Elaine climbed over into his lap and his finger penetrated deeper.
She threw her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. "Oh, Billy," she breathed. "I'm hot already. That's groovy!"
She could feel the tip of his fingers touching her clitoris now. She moaned and gyrated her hips, moving her pussy up and down on his impaling finger. She felt the love juices already flooding her cunt. She spread her legs and reached for the lubricating jelly. She opened the tube, squeezed out a handful, and began to massage his prick slowly, skinning back the foreskin, milking him slowly. His own finger was still working deep inside her, making her pleasure almost unbearable.
Elaine felt like she was going to scream any moment. Her breasts ached and burned. Billy moved his mouth down, and she felt his teeth gnawing the tip end of her tit. She squirmed and sighed, then burst out with pleasure. "Oh, you got me going, Billy," she sobbed. "God, don't just fingerfuck me. Get your dick inside it. I'm dying to feel it, honey. Oh, baby, I'm going to cum all over in a minute."
"Can you feel it, baby?"
"Boy, can I. And how!"
He removed her robe from around her and pressed her legs open. At first he found penetration difficult. The head of his swollen cock couldn't move against the tightness of her slippery wet cunt. Then Elaine did something to her hips and buttocks and his cock slid inside with relative ease.
Elaine's eyelids fluttered and she cried out like a wounded animal. "Hmmmm ... oh God! Don't move, baby. Just hold still a moment!"
Billy paused, but Elaine didn't. Her pussy was moving up and down on his greased shaft, slowly at first, then faster. Then she screamed as an orgasm shook her loins like a stabbing electric current.
Her entire body seemed to be dancing on the big prick that she was holding inside her cunt. Billy quickened his thrusts. His fat prick reamed in and out of her wet pussy like a battering ram.
Elaine clawed at his shoulders and ribs, totally unable to control the wild feeling that enveloped her. Billy kept fucking her while she had her third, fourth and fifth orgasm. Finally, she couldn't take it any longer.
"I'm dying, I'm dying," she moaned.
Her breathless pants finally gave out. Then Billy shot off his load into her, bellowing like a bull, and Elaine fainted.
When she came to, he was down on his knees in front of the sofa, her legs hanging over both his shoulders. His tongue was in her slit.
Her fingers grappled at his curly head. "Billy, what are you doing?"
"I'm eating your pussy."
She began to screw her hips against his face. "Oh, that feels so delicious. Oh, that is so good. I'm going to pass out on you again."
"Not yet, baby. Not yet. I got another hard-on coming."
She was breathless. "You have?"
He raised up. "Yeah, I sure have."
"Oh, god. You're going to murder me with that big thing."
"You wanted it."
"Yes. But I didn't know it was going to be as wild as this."
He sucked her faster now. The smell of her cunt excited him more. She cried out with another orgasm, tearing at his head. Then, before she had hardly finished the orgasm, he tilted her over and shoved his prick into her already-dripping cunt. Elaine bellowed like a maniac, threw up her hands over her head, and fainted again.
Upstairs, Lenna moved slightly on the big double bed. Then she rolled over on one side and sat up slowly. The bed lamp was on. The room was exactly like it had been when Ruby James left her. She kept hearing that weird sound, though-like some girl was screaming in distress.
She sat upright in bed. She really wanted a drink; she was still slightly high.
She moved off the bed, rubbing her breasts and hips involuntarily, her mind aroused by the sensual screams. When she reached the bedroom door leading to the hallway, she was jolted in her tracks by a final wild scream that nearly made her stumble. Her temples throbbing, Lenna fell against the door. After she recovered, she opened the door and staggered outside the bedroom into the hallway. Who was home? Earl or Elaine?
She was on the edge of the stairway and looked down in order to see if she could see the front parlor from the top of the stairs. She couldn't, so she walked down the stairs, completely naked.
In the parlor Lenna stopped. Elaine was lying there naked on the sofa.
"Elaine, what's the matter?" Lenna said unsoberly. "Elaine, are you all right?"
Elaine didn't have to answer her. Lenna looked around and observed a blond-headed youth lying outstreched on the floor beside the sofa. He was stark naked.
"God, my god!" Lenna gasped. "She's been down here with him! That was her screaming! He was fucking her!"
She steadied herself and advanced along the carpet. The boy was only about eighteen. He was lying between the coffee table and the sofa on his back. Lenna couldn't see his entire naked body, so she circled the room to the left side. When Lenna saw the full length of his outstretched body, she felt her mouth oval, surprised at what she saw.
He was dead asleep, having finished four cans of beer. His chest was flecked with fine blond hair, but his chest didn't interest her. It was that big prick below his navel. It was probably strongly erected with a piss hard-on now.
"What have we here!." Lenna sighed breathlessly. Then she giggled softly. Lust surged to her brain. She had never seen such a large cock before.
"Oh, that looks good. It's exactly what I need," she sighed. "Oh, I want it. I want it. I'm going to have it. I'm going to rape that boy. He's been fucking my stepdaughter. He's been fucking Elaine. No wonder she was screaming. She should have known she couldn't take such a big cock like that. I must have a drink first."
She backed away towards the den, unable to take her eyes off Billy's erection. She murmured to herself, "Hmmm. hmmm. Oh, I need that sweet-looking thing. Elaine should have known better. Who on earth is he? Why didn't she mention she had a boyfriend that handsome?"
Lenna entered the den and immediately was in for another shock. She fell back, unable to believe her eyes when she spotted Earl lying on the floor drunk. "Goddamn!" she swore. "When the hell did he get in? I swear I never heard him come in. He's drunk, lying in here drunk his first night home. Oh, he can stay right where he is." She watched Earl on the floor, then moved around him to the bar in the rear. She selected a fresh bottle of Scotch, sneaked past her husband to the door, then closed the door and left the den.
Back in the parlor, she stood beside the stereo. The music lifted her spirits. She took a drink from the bottle, the strong liquor burning her insides. She dried her lips before laughing violently. She looked back down at Billy's prostrate form. His arms were folded behind his head; he was snoring heavily.
Lenna took a third drink, then placed the bottle down on the stereo. She felt all hot inside. She began to caress her breasts and run her hands down over her stomach and hips. She moved slowly towards the sofa, disregarding Elaine. The girl was snoring hard, just about as evenly as the boy.
When she was only a few feet away, Lenna fell to her knees and crawled slowly towards Billy. She stroked his arms and leaned down to kiss his lips. Billy didn't stir, but simply snored harder. Her fingers closed around his throbbing cock. She threw one leg over his body and lay on top of him. She reached down between her thighs and pressed a finger into her pussy, parting the lips. Then she held his stiff prick with one hand and with the other guided it inside her wet pussy. She sat back on the fat prick, feeling it slipping deeper and deeper into her hole. She held it with her left hand and began to work her pussy against it. She felt her head swirling as a sweet pleasure surged throughout her system.
"Oh, you sweet cock," she panted. Faster and faster she moved her pussy up and down on the prick, feeling the juices running between her legs and down the front of her thighs. Billy hadn't moved. Lenna suddenly cried out like a bleating sheep. She had every inch of his cock down into her cunt now, whining and groaning and crying out in constant pleasure. She sweated and worked faster.
"Oh, it's good! It's so big and good!"
In no time at all her orgasm brought a scream to her lips. She clutched at Billy, kissing his lips and cheeks. Billy awakened, feeling someone riding his hard-on. He thought it was Elaine. Without noticing her, he rolled Lenna on her back, wrapped his powerful arms around her body, and forced her thighs open. Then he began to fuck her like a steam roller, while Lenna kicked and cried out delightfully. Then she began to thrash about wildly, screaming like Elaine had screamed. "Fuck me, baby," she cried. "Fuck me! You got all of my pussy. Yes, oh, yes!"
CHAPTER 13
Billy suddenly realized that it wasn't Elaine he was screwing. All at once he was aware of the fact that Elaine was on the sofa, asleep. He could see her naked legs dangling over the edge of the sofa.
He shook his head and tried to bring himself back to reality. He felt half awake; he just couldn't place the blond woman. Who was she and where had she come from? He was lying right between her thighs, shoving his fat prick deeply into her pussy. She was encouraging him with her moans of pleasure.
"Oh, baby," she moaned. "Oh, it hurts, but it's so good!"
Billy blinked his eyes, then looked down at her lust-streaked face. Her eyes were shut tight. She was breathing harshly through her nose and mouth, gasping for breath. Her pretty face was damp with sweat and pulled down in a distorted expression. Her arms were locked tightly around his body, her fingernails clawing his back all the way to his buttocks, forcing him down on her tightly while she ravished him like a machine. Up and down, in and out, round and round, her hips and buttocks worked quickly at his cock. She put her lips to his. Her tongue parted his lips and went inside his mouth. He shook his mouth away from hers.
She panted out savagely, "Oh, your big hot dick. Fuck me, baby! I need it!"
Billy stopped fucking her. His prick was still in her but he remained motionless while she continued her own undulations.
He looked down at her again, then shoved his hands against the floor in an effort to disengage himself.
Lenna clung to him. "No!" she cried reluctantly. "No, don't go!" She opened her eyes, searching his face in order to understand why he had stopped. "No, baby. No. What are you doing? I'm nearly there. I feel it coming. It's going to kill me, but I feel it coming!"
"No," he grunted, trying to escape her. "Let go. Let me up."
"In the name of God, what's the matter?" She was desperate.
"I don't know you. Let me go."
"You don't have to know me."
"I apologize."
"What difference does it make?" she begged. "Aren't you satisfied? I'm giving you my pussy. Isn't that enough? We're fucking baby. I want your cock. I need it, I need it."
He didn't seem to be listening to her. "What happened to Elaine?" he asked, raising his head.
"She's right there on the sofa," Lenna whined pleadfully.
"Is she hurt or something?" Billy turned his head and stared groggily at Elaine's figure outstretched on the sofa.
"I expect so," Lenna said, not taking her eyes off his youthful face. "Your big cock was probably too much for her. She hasn't been broken in enough. She isn't used to a lot of fucking. I was upstairs in bed and heard her screaming like she was dying. By the time I reached her, she was out cold and you were lying here on the floor with a hard-on. Baby, I'm only human. I just couldn't resist. I'm Elaine's stepmother. I'm Lenna."
He apologized. "I'm sorry, Lenna. I never meant to rape you. I didn't know what I was doing. Musta had too much beer."
"A six-pack," she informed him, still holding to him and working her pussy slowly on his prick. "And you never raped me, baby. Like I said, you were sprawled here on the floor asleep. Your big cock was standing out hard, and I just couldn't resist."
"What about Elaine?" he asked nervously. "She might not like this between us. She may be angry."
"Oh, fuck Elaine. Why worry about her? She's an amateur, only an immature child. It takes a full-blooded woman for a prick like yours, dear."
"Gee whiz," he exclaimed. "What time is it?"
"Time? Why?"
"I have to go home."
"It's after three in the morning."
"Three in the morning!" he gasped. "I'm due at work at eight. I've got to get out of here."
She caressed his body. "Now wait a minute, honey. Take it easy. Maybe I can fix things for you."
"But I promised Mrs. Hooper I'd be there at eight."
"Who's Mrs. Hooper?"
"She manages the Mews."
"Uh-huh. Look here, baby! Will your parents be upset about your being out so late?"
"No. My mother takes sleeping pills. She never wakes before ten."
"And your father?"
"He's probably drunk. He usually stays out with a whore every Friday night."
"Oh, that sounds all right then. What are you so nervous about? No one is going to murder you around here."
"I need enough strength to work all day. I'll be tired and sleepy."
"You've got enough strength to satisfy me."
"It's my job I'm worried about, Lenna. I just got hired. My mother needs an operation. Unless she gets the operation she may not live very long."
"Oh, really. Now, I think we can fix that, if you'll just relax and behave yourself."
"I need the money, Lenna."
"Sure you do. And I need your cock every day. I think I can afford you. So I have the money that you need and you have the fat cock that I need. Why don't we just compromise?" She took hold of his face and pulled his lips down to hers. "What's your name, honey?"
"Billy Hanks."
"Good Lord, why on earth hasn't Elaine invited you over before this?"
"I don't know."
She kissed him again. "Listen, forget about your money problems. I promise to take care of everything if you do this job for me."
"Do what job for you, Lenna?" Billy asked stupidly "Fuck me, dumbell. And don't worry about Elaine finding out. Every evening I'll drive over to your place and from there we'll get a motel room and spend our evenings together. Does that sound like a worthwhile bargain? Say, five hundred to begin with?"
"What about Elaine?" he asked. "She's in love with me. I'm in love with her."
"Forget about her. You'll knock her up if you haven't already. Neither one of you are capable or ready to start a family yet."
"You gonna pay me that much, huh?"
"That and a great deal more, honey. I'll even buy you lots of fine clothes and a new car. Money isn't my problem. Your prick is."
"When do I start? Right here, this very minute?"
"No. There's a back bedroom on the south side of the dining hall where my husband sleeps when he's home. He's drunk in the den right now. We can go back there. I don't think either of those two will budge for the rest of the night."
"Must I tell Elaine?"
"Don't be a fool. Of course not. Don't tell anyone. You've just graduated from a high school student to a first-class gigolo. Congratulations, lover." She kissed him again.
Then they got up. Lenna took Billy by the hand and led him through the spacious house to the bedroom on the south side of the dining hall. She shut the door but was unable to lock it, since no locks were made to any of the bedroom doors.
She didn't waste any more time. She flung herself down on the bed and dragged Billy down between her legs. He didn't seem to mind now. She had hired him to do a job that he loved to do; this time, as he opened up her cunt with the head of his fat prick, he was earning his money.
The size of his cock and her own excitement made her have three quick orgasms.
Inside the den, Earl Flowers stirred on the floor and then rolled over on his back. He opened his eyes and awkwardly reached up for the edge of the couch, pulling himself up off the floor. He was still in his shorts. His hazy eyes found the empty bottle on the floor. He snarled a curse and frowned. His thirst bothered him; he ached for another drink.
He managed to stagger back to the bar where he was able to find another bottle. With the bottle tucked in his arms, he left the den. He would go to the back bedroom where he usually slept and cuddle up with his bottle. He imagined Lenna was already in bed. He wouldn't even let her know he was home. Neither did he think about Elaine. He thought about all the things Sylvie had said about his daughter. Sylvie was right. Elaine was old enough to take care of herself now. She was no longer a child. She was a woman, a full grown woman, and there was little doubt in his mind that she was doing lots of fucking. Most girls at Northeast High were. He didn't care. The sooner Elaine was knocked up and married, the sooner he wouldn't be responsible for her anymore.
As he staggered out of the den, he slipped his shorts off his legs and stepped out of them, then proceeded on through the house.
Upon reaching the bedroom door, he paused and listened intently. Sounds were coming from inside. He could hear Lenna in there. He knew her voice when she was fucking. She was whining and moaning.
Even though half drunk, Earl could sense what was going on. Somehow, the idea didn't bother him. He didn't give a damn. In fact, he wanted to watch. He was somewhat relieved to know that Lenna was getting what he didn't give to her. Maybe the bitch would stop pestering him all the time now.
He opened the door and looked inside the room.
They were on the bed.
"Well, I'll be goddamned," Earl swore. "He's only a kid. The goddamned bitch has started robbing the cradle!" He stood against the door and cringed. The boy's fat cock was thrusting into Lenna's pussy. She was crying out from the delightful pleasure it gave her.
Earl gasped and found himself in an aching urge as desire entered his veins. Watching another stud fuck Lenna had stirred his own sensual pleasure. The more he watched them, the hornier he became. He dropped the bottle to the floor and reached for his cock. He held his hard-on with both hands, wanting the boy to get away from Lenna so he could fuck his own wife. Never had anything like this occurred in his wildest imagination before. It didn't seem possible that the idea of another man screwing his wife would arouse such strong desire in him for her. But it had.
Now Lenna was yelling, tossing her head back and forth, clawing at the sheets with her fingers. Billy drove his big cock deeper into the woman's cunt.
Earl turned away, an aching feeling in his loins. He didn't really want his wife; he wanted Sylvie.
He staggered back toward the front parlor. "I wanna cum!" he groaned. "I wanna cum! Sylvie, where are you, baby? I wanna cum!"
He stopped in the parlor and made an awkward stab to grab the telephone off the cradle, but it slipped from his fingers to the floor. Then he began to scream for Lenna. "Lenna, I wanna cum! Lenna, oh, Lenna, let me have some of it, too!"
Then he happened to observe Elaine lying on the floor. She had fallen off the sofa to the floor. She was snoring hard, her thighs spread open and her long hair half covering her face.
Earl didn't recognize his own daughter. "I wanna cum!" he grunted. He staggered across the parlor to the girl, flinging himself down on the floor beside her. He sucked and kissed her cunt first and, when she didn't move or protest, forced her thighs open. Then he drove his strong cock into her all the way to his balls. He held his cock inside her and before moving or trying to screw her, felt the hot cum shoot off. "Oh, I came!" he yelled. "I came in you, Sylvie! You're so hot and good. We're gonna run away like you wanted us to. We're gonna run away, baby." He got down on his hands, drew her cunt lips to his mouth, and began to eat her. His tongue went deep inside her wet pussy until he felt her moving, working her hips against his tongue.
Elaine felt the sweetness of the oral caresses and opened her eyes. At first she thought it was Billy, but then her eyes cleared and focused on the form of her father.
She was breathless. "Daddy, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I'm fucking you, baby. I'm cuming."
"Oh, you goddamned fool. Don't you have any sense? You're drunk. I'm your daughter."
"Elaine?"
"Yes, goddamn you!"
"I thought you were Sylvie, baby. I didn't mean any harm. I wanted to cum!"
"What's the matter with your goddamn wife? Where's Lenna? She's been running around naked all day wanting somebody to fuck her."
Earl sank back against the sofa, covering his face in shame. "Lenna's in the back bedroom with some blond-headed kid. Damn my soul, I never saw such a cock before. Lenna acted like she was completely nuts about him."
Elaine closed her eyes. "Oh, shit!" she cried. "I bet that cock-starved bitch has got my Billy!"
She scrambled off the sofa and staggered through the house until she reached the back bedroom.
She tore open the door and looked inside the room.
Her frustration mounted when she saw them on the bed. Lenna was down on her knees between Billy's legs. His fat cock was soft now. She was holding it with both hands, her tongue working on the head. He was holding her head, his fingers in her wild mess of blond hair.
Elaine's fingers slipped off the door. She could feel herself getting dizzy and began to laugh hysterically.
