Chapter 9
Autumn Saturdays in Bear Claw were traditionally lazy days, but not always healthy days.
Alta Ames awakened with a terrible hangover. Glancing at her sleeping son, she remembered with sickening horror what she had done. She stumbled blindly for the bathroom.
In the next room, Harry still snored softly.
Elaine Keller was in no better condition, her slumber was interrupted by her husband's hand creeping under her nightgown. He was still sleeping soundly, yet his fingers were spreading the lips of her cunt.
God, I just can't take anymore from this family, she thought, remembering her fat, sleazy father-in-law. Her mouth tasted bitter, and she loathed herself for what she had done, yet her thighs started to tingle and she opened up for the probing finger.
Rudy Wilcox was an exception; he felt great. He was glad he hadn't broken up with Kitty yesterday afternoon like he'd planned, and then taken Angie to the dance, because . . . memories of Alta Ames danced in his head-her magnificent mature body, her unbridled desire for his cock. God, it had been a splendid evening.
He bounded up the steps and pressed the doorbell. He would break up with Kitty, for keeps this time, and then meet Angie as planned. Angie would make a great girl friend. She was crazy about him, and if last Wednesday was any preview, she would take care of his needs far better than Kitty ever had. And beyond that, he was supposed to call Alta this afternoon, she'd asked him to.
Mrs. Halstead answered the door. "Yes?" she said coldly.
Rudy was nervous. He'd never been face to face with Kitty's mother before, and he knew she didn't like him.
"Is Kitty home?" he asked.
"Oh, you're the Wilcox boy; I didn't recognize you at first. Come in," she said, pushing open the screen.
Rudy was awed, first by Mrs. Halstead and then by their home. It was plush, and Kitty's mother was an extremely handsome woman. Oscar Halstead was president of the local bank, second in wealth only to George McBride.
"Since you're here, you can help me get my husband up to his bedroom. He celebrated a little too much last night." She looked up at the boy. "My, but you're tall. Well, don't just stand there, come and give me a hand."
He followed her into the living room, and saw Mr. Halstead face down on the couch. He was wearing a tuxedo. Rudy glanced at Mrs. Halstead; she wore a long dressing gown, a slinky black-lace thing.
She suspected what he was thinking and shrugged. "He passed out there when he got home and I certainly couldn't lug him up the stairs. Well, pick him up."
Rudy hoisted him up and draped him over his shoulder, his knees buckling. He hoped he wouldn't fall and splatter the guy all over the place.
Mrs. Halstead stopped at the foot of the stairs, waiting for him to catch up. "Come along, young man," she said curtly.
She was several steps ahead of him, and when he looked up to see where he was going he got a very nice view. Her gown was rather sheer and he could plainly see her panties. They were brief and hugged between the cheeks of her ass, a generous, round ass. She went on into the bedroom.
He finally reached the bed and flopped the drunk heavily on his back. Mr. Halstead was really out. Rudy stood puffing.
"You're very strong," Mrs. Halstead said, feeling his bicep. Rudy trembled at her touch and stared down at her husband. "Get along out of here and go downstairs. I want to have a talk with you."
Rudy returned to the living room and sat heavily in a chair. A few minutes later, Mrs. Halstead descended the stairs, a stern look on her face. She was still a very good-looking woman, though a trifle stout, but she was close to forty. She had all the advantages of money and looked it, including the haughty manner of the rich. She sat down on the divan and took a cigarette from a little gold box on the coffee table. She held it in her hand for a moment before impatiently saying, "You may give me a light, young man."
Rudy jumped to his feet. He saw a gold lighter on the coffee table, picked it up and flicked it.
"Thank you," she said curtly. "So you're the young stud all the colleges are crazy after?"
"Not really," Rudy said modestly.
"Are you going to the state university? They're certainly crazy enough about football up there. Well, I must say you're certainly big enough." She inhaled deeply and blew smoke at him. "As long as you're still on your feet, be a good boy and make me a drink. Scotch, ice no water."
He went to an elaborate bar. He filled a glass and returned to the couch.
"Sit down; I'm not going to get a stiff neck looking up at you," she said. He sat down beside her. "Kitty is upstairs in bed. She's sick. I want you to understand that I do not appreciate the condition she was in when you brought her home. Neither does her father."
Rudy wanted to laugh. They obviously were in no condition themselves when his buddies brought their drunken slut of a daughter home, if they were home. He had wondered about the way Mrs. Halstead swayed when she walked; she was drunk. She held it well. He thought of telling her he didn't bring their daughter home, instead, he concocted a wild tale about her getting some bad chicken salad at the game.
"Do you expect me to believe that?" she said sternly. "You have a certain male animal look about you that makes me feel uneasy." She had relaxed considerably and her gown fell open across her legs, revealing a generous portion of bare thigh.
"It's true, Ma'm," Rudy stammered.
Mrs. Halstead moved closer to Rudy. "My little Kitty is a sweet, innocent girl, and I don't want boys getting her drunk and taking advantage of her. You wouldn't do a thing like that, would you?"
She was sitting very close now, and Rudy could see that she wore no bra, the large, dark areolas plainly visible. Before he could answer, she had an arm around his neck and her lips mashed against his. While her tongue flicked wetly into his mouth, her free hand dropped onto his thigh. Then she abruptly pulled away.
"You awful boy, you shouldn't have done that!" she screamed, her hand tightly gripping his thigh. "Now that I know you can't be trusted, I will have to tell Kitty's father. He'll come down here and thrash you."
"But I . . . I," Rudy protested.
She removed her hand from his thigh and parted her gown to her navel. "Do you think I have nice legs, Rudy?"
"God, yes!" Rudy answered.
"Are they as nice as Kitty's?" she asked, taking his hand and sliding it up her thigh. "Do they feel as nice as Kitty's?"
He didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure what she was up to and he didn't want to say the wrong thing, didn't want to get trapped. Yet, he knew he was already trapped. His cock was rock-hard inside his pants.
She pushed his hand up to her crotch, her legs gliding open, then she threw her arms around his neck. "You terrible boy! You nasty, dirty boy! Stop this at once or I'll . . . I'll scream!" she cried, her mouth closing over his. While her tongue played wetly inside his mouth, i his fingers instinctively crawled under the wet band of her panties. She groaned with pleasure and wiggled against his searching fingers.
It was obvious that she wanted it worse then he, so he slowly pushed her back on the couch. She went over easily, her mouth still clinging to his, and threw a leg over his back. She was breathing hard and pushing up against him.
"Don't get up! Just open your pants and put it in!" she hissed.
Rudy struggled with his zipper, finally got it open, then thrust his cock out. She reached between their bodies and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side. Rudy guided his prick and it slid easily into her hot, sloppy hole.
"Oh, my God! That feels so good!" she cried. She still held her crotchband to the side as his cock slid deeper. "I like it better with panties on," she hissed.
Rudy thrust in until his cock was buried to the hilt. She kept her hand there while he fucked, playing with herself and feeling his cock as he slid in and out. It felt good.
"Oh, Jesus! You bad, bad boy! You shouldn't be doing this," she gasped, lurching against his every stroke. "Oh, fuck! It's good! I'm a respectable married woman . . . you're a shameless beast, a juvenile delinquent! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She was sobbing hysterically, hunching wildly.
She was the most frantic fuck Rudy had ever had. One leg was around his back, the other jutting out in the air, and she bucked and twisted like a wild mare at a rodeo.
"Oh, God! God! I'm going to come!" .she screamed, jamming her nails into his back. "Hard, hard, fuck me hard!"
He felt his own spend coming and he fucked with animal ferocity. She convulsed when he poured wetly inside her and then fell limp. Rudy continued fucking until he felt the last of his liquid squeeze into her pussy, then he fell heavily against her limp body.
When Rudy finally sat up, Mrs. Halstead moved to the end of the couch and pulled her feet up, opening her cunt. "Light me a cigarette."
Rudy handed a lit cigarette to her.
She smoked casually, nonchalantly. "You're a terribly wicked boy," she said, looking at him through half closed eyes. She undid the tie on her gown and slipped it off her shoulders, her big soft tits bouncing with the movement of her arms. "If you weren't so big, I'd turn you over my knee and give you a sound spanking."
Rudy stared at her tits. He was convinced that she was nuts, completely nuts.
"But on the other hand," she said, "I was rather naughty myself. I think you should turn me over your knee and spank me, instead." She got to her knees on the couch and pushed her soiled panties down. "Spank me, Rudy!"
"You're kidding," Rudy said.
"I'm not kidding. I order you to spank me!" She threw herself over his lap, her ass bare and ready.
"Ma'm, I can't spank a grown woman!"
"Yes, you can! Do it! Spank me! If you don't, I'll scream!"
Rudy didn't care if she did scream. Her old man couldn't be roused with a stick of dynamite. She pushed her ass up at him. He didn't want to, but shit, what the hell; he raised his hand and gave her aloud slap across the ass. She squealed and raised up to meet the next one.
"Harder, harder!" she cried.
Her kinky behavior was beginning to annoy him, so he hit her harder. The marks from his hand welled up on her butt and she started screaming and crying, the tears streaming down her cheeks. That scared him and he stopped.
"Don't stop . . . more, more . . . harder, harder!" she wailed through her tears.
He shrugged his shoulders and poured it on. Her ass turned red as a beet and she squirmed wildly, crying like a baby. Her hand was pressed tightly between her legs. He finally stopped, afraid that he I would really hurt her.
She twisted around and looked up at him through tear-filled eyes, her mascara smeared all down her cheeks. "Now fuck me again," she hissed.
"Have a heart, lady, I can't."
"What do you mean, you can't?"
"I couldn't get another hard-on if my life depended on it."
"A young stud like you can't get more than one hard-on? I can't believe it. You must have fucked my daughter several times last night to get in that condition."
Rudy was tired of his hypocritical pervert's constant accusations. "Hell yes, I fucked your daughter! And she sucked my cock, too!"
With a gasp, she rolled over and spread open, raising one leg to the back of the couch. "Play with me. Make me come again. Use your tongue, your hand, anything."
Of all the hot-assed perverts, Rudy thought, roughly shoving his hand between her legs and masturbating her.
"Rudy, be rough! Pinch it! Pull the hair!" She pushed her cunt against him. "Tell me about you and Kitty. Play with me rough and give me all the juicy details . . . oh, honey, yes, yes, yes!"
Rudy dug his hand roughly into her cunt. "She loves cock, just like her mother, but her snatch is little and tight, not big and loose. She sucks cock and likes it, and she fucks like a mink. And not just with me, but with every guy she goes with. Your darling little Kitty is a whore."
"Oh, God, I suspected," she sighed, hunching against his hand. "Tell me more."
He told her all about it in the most descriptive terms he could imagine, told her every little detail, including some that he made up.
She started groaning and squirming, her sopping cunt contracting against his fingers; he had three of them inside her as far as they would go. She finally gasped and lay unmoving until she felt his cock twitching against her leg. She sat up and put her fingers around it.
"I thought you said you couldn't get it up again," she said, lowering her face to his lap. "You say Kitty has sucked you?"
"All the time," Rudy answered.
Mrs. Halstead nipped at the tip of his prick, her tongue spreading his pee hole. "Oscar spanks me while I do this for him," she said, her mouth dosing down over his cock.
Rudy put his hands against the back of her head and pushed her down on his meat. She was a very good cocksucker, very good. He knew her mouth would have his load very quickly.
She sucked ravenously as he spurted his thick load, and she swallowed the nectar as fast as it came.
Rudy got slowly to his feet and zipped up his pants. He'd made it twice. He looked at the naked woman lying on the couch and admitted that she was one hell of a hot piece. She had a look of real contentment on her face.
"Tell me before you go, am I as good as Kitty?"
Rudy grinned down at her. "I'd say better, Mrs. H., better, but then you probably have more experience than your daughter."
As he pushed open the screen door to leave, he felt a hand on his shoulder. Mrs. Halstead had slipped back into her gown and gave him an icy look. "You'd better not try to see Kitty any more. You're not a nice boy."
Rudy slammed the screen door in her face and stepped into the cool air; it felt refreshing. He put his fingers to his nose and sniffed the pungent odor of her hot cunt. "See you around, Mrs. H."
Angie Gillis sat impatiently in a booth at the drug store; she was fuming. Glancing at her watch, she saw that Rudy was two hours late already. Angie was already angry because Rudy took Kitty to the dance after he had promised to break up with her. He's probably up at her house fucking right now. Well, that was the last straw.
As she stamped angrily from the store, she almost ran over Hal Ames. "Sorry, Hal," she said, "I'm in a hurry."
"Where you going?" Little Hal said.
"Home," Angie snapped.
"Can I walk with you?"
"Oh, I suppose, but you'll have to walk fast."
They walked for a block before Hal finally said, "I really liked what you did to me when you sat with me."
Angie looked at the little brat. "Yeah, so did I," she said.
"I wish we could do it again. I'd keep my part of the bargain if we could."
Angie remembered that he wouldn't kiss her pussy after she sucked his cock. He was just a snotty little kid, but his prick was cute, and it sure got hard. An idea crept into her head. Piss on old Rudy.
"Maybe we could do more than that, even; if we could find a safe place," she said.
Hal's eyes lit up. "There's an old barn a couple of blocks down that nobody ever goes into. I know a secret room."
"Okay," Angie said.
They got to the barn and Hal led her inside. The secret room turned out to be a tack room behind one of the stalls. Two high windows furnished ample light.
The little boy debated about telling Angie that he had fucked his mother, but decided not to, at least not yet.
"Do you want a cigarette first?" she asked.
"Sure," Hal said manfully.
They sat on a box and smoked, Hal coughing a lot and Angie drawing the smoke deeply in. She reached over and grabbed his crotch. "You're already hard," she said. "Take your pants down, I want to kiss it."
Hal gladly unbuckled his pants and pushed them down with his shorts. His cock was bone hard and stuck straight out.
"Beautiful," Angie cried. She kissed the tip. "Don't come now," she added, taking his whole cock in her mouth. She sucked until she felt him start to quiver. "Would you like to fuck me, Hal?"
"Yeah, I sure would!" the boy cried.
Angie got to her feet and undid her jeans. Then she was naked. "I hardly ever wear underpants," she said casually. "I'll get on my hands and knees and you fuck me from behind. You should be just about the right height."
He hobbled up behind her. Angie reached back and took his prick in her hand. She had intended to push it right into her cunt when it pressed against her asshole. A shiver ran down her spine.
"Just a minute, I better wet it down first," she said, spitting on her fingers.
She smeared the spit on her anus and took his cock again. The sphincter opened, and with aid of her spit, his cock slid into her ass.
Oh, Jesus Christ! she thought, so much better than a finger, so alive, so throbbing. Cocks are made for assholes.
"Push, Hal! Get it all the way in!" she squealed.
"It's tight, Angie! Lots tighter than Mom's."
Angie looked back at him. "When did you fuck your mother?"
"Last night. She was really drunk, Angie. I'm not sure she even knew what she was doing. At least she didn't say anything this morning."
"Was it good?"
"Oh boy, was it! I really like fucking." He jabbed his little cock into her ass. "Geez, it feels good, Angie! You're so tight."
"Do it faster, Hal! Come in my . . . inside me!"
"What in the hell is going on in there?" a voice roared from the door.
Hal jerked wildly from her ass and Angie fell to her face in the dirt. She looked up into the face of old man Rasmussen. He glared down at her, his knuckles white as they gripped the leash on his Dalmatian. Hal stood trembling.
"Do you little perverts think you can get away with using my barn for a whorehouse!" he screamed. He looked at Hal. "Pull up your pants and get out of here! And don't think I don't know who you are. Your mother and father will hear about this!"
Hal grabbed at his pants, stumbling for the door, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Angie started to get up, but the old man's foot came down on the small of her back, pushing her back into the dirt.
"You ain't goin' nowhere, girlie!"
"I been watchin' you brats for quite a while," he said, his hand going to his zipper. "Get back up on your knees, girlie."
Angie was too frightened not to obey and she was crying. The old man came over to her, his shriveled old cock hanging from his pants. He jerked on the leash.
"So you like it in the ass, eh? Well, so does Prince."
Angie looked back as the old man bent over the dog. With horror, she watched him reach under the dog's haunches and urge his cock from its hairy home. It came out red and wet, the end dripping almost at once. Her fear was replaced with fascination; it was so long and so pointed.
When the dog's cock was completely out, thick lump and all, the old man lifted him up by his forepaws and draped him over Angie's back. "Do you wanta fuck this young girlie, Prince? Well, you sure gonna get your chance," he said. He fumbled under the dog's belly again, pressing the slimy cock to her ass-cheeks.
Angie felt sickened, yet excited, and she thrust her ass out to meet the dog's jabbing cock. The old man obviously had experience in such acts, for he found her asshole quickly and pushed the dog's dripping cock inside the puckered hole. It was bigger than Hal's little pecker and Angie cried out as it spread her open.
It was longer, too, as it went in rapidly, the dog jerking in a mad urge to fuck, to empty his load into his hot, tight hole.
Angie grunted in pain as the dog's messy gristle slammed in. She felt shame at what was happening, guilt for allowing a dog to fuck her ass, but she was an extremely smart young lady, and as the pain turned to pleasure, she realized that she wasn't responsible, it wasn't her fault, and if it felt good, well ... And it did feel good, even better than when Rudy fucked her in the cunt, or Harry, too. The seat of her sexual pleasure was in her asshole, and she realized it, even at sixteen.
The old man's prick stood hard in his hand. He peeled back the skin and started jacking-off. He wanted to fuck her, too, but it was so exciting to see this pretty little girlie responding to his dog that he knew he would squirt his thin, watery spew long before he got the chance.
And then he was coming already, too soon, too soon! The stuff squirted from his cock onto Angie's back. It puddled on her blouse and then spread to a big wet spot. He kept squirting, shot after shot onto her back. Somehow, Angie knew he was coming on her back and she wiggled her butt against the dog. Prince was all the way in, held fast by his thick hot, and fucking like some mad thing. Her first orgasm came in a hard jolt, charging up her spine in a tingling wave, but she knew that there was more to come. She could keep coming a long as the pooch was buried in her ass.
Prince continued to fuck, and Angie continued to come, until the dog whined and poured his filth into her ass. Angie fell to the ground again when the dog pulled free.
She lay panting while the dog retreated to lick at his seeping pecker. The old man, his composure back, zipped up and kicked at her.
"You'd better not do that again, old man!" Angie spat.
"And why not, you little slut? Your mother and father are going to hear about what you do with little boys."
Angie sat up, her loins still burning with pleasure. "Fat chance, you dirty old bastard! When I tell my father what you forced me to let your dog do . . . well, the sheriff won't get a chance to arrest you because you'll be dead. My dad will cut your balls off!"
"You can't prove a thing!" Rassmussen croaked his face going ashen.
"Ha!" Angie snorted. "It'll take a doctor a few minutes to determine that my ass is filled with dog sperm, and nobody but nobody will believe that I allowed it willingly."
The old man fell back against the wall and slid to the floor. "Oh my God! Oh my God," he muttered. He clutched at his chest.
Angie got to her feet and pulled her jeans snugly over her ass. She went to the door and jerked the bolt open, then turned back to the old man.
"If you're still sitting there pretending you've had a heart attack when my father gets here, he'll cut your ugly old prick off and jam it down your throat."
She turned and flounced out.
Walking home, she decided she wouldn't want a steady diet of that old Dalmatian, but it sure was good. Asshole-fucking was the greatest, even if it did hurt a little when she walked.
After she got home, she called Hal and told him not to worry, the old man didn't know who he was and even if he did, he would never say a word.
Rudy arrived shortly after she got home.
"Where have you been?" Angie demanded.
"I was at Kitty's," he said weakly.
"Well, did you tell her?"
"She wasn't home," he lied.
"Well, where the hell have you been then?"
"I. . . uh, waited for her to come. She never showed."
Angie eyed him suspiciously. "Okay, I'll buy it, but Kitty's out and I'm your girl now. And don't you forget it!" She slid her arm around his waist and tilted her face up for a kiss. "My folks are gone downtown. Let's go out to the kitchen and have a beer and see if anything comes up."