Chapter 10
Elaine Keller came into the house through the kitchen door; it was like stepping from day into night. The place was dim and dingy, and quiet like a tomb. The place made her flesh crawl. She went down the hall to her room; the door stood open.
Rick lay on the bed in his shorts looking at a sex magazine. He had himself propped up with pillows, a can of beer on the table by the bed, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He looked up and grinned when she came in.
"You'll ruin your eyes in this dim light." Elaine said.
"Always the little schoolteacher, ain't ya?"
"Christ!" Elaine sneered. "Five o'clock in the afternoon and you're in bed."
"That's better than the back seat of a car."
"What do you mean by that crack?"
Rick sniggered. "Was it good?"
"What the hell do you mean?" Elaine demanded.
"You know what I mean. You and your new boy friend been humping after school every night this week."
Elaine's face reddened. "Haven't you anything better to look at than that fuck book?"
"Fuck books is the best kind, an you're changin' the subject, sweetie. Ya goin' ta see him at the game tonight?"
Elaine gritted her teeth. "Shit, if you'd get off your ass and get a job, we could get out of this creepy dump." She took her sweater and jerked it up, her bountiful tits bouncing free, then pulled it on over her head.
"Geez, ain't wearin' no brassiere to school no more."
"No. And I didn't wear any pants, either. See!" She lifted her skirt by the hem and thrust her naked crotch at him. Her mound arched out.
"Come over here, baby," he said, tossing the magazine aside.
"Fuck you."
"Yeah, that's what I had in mind."
She stepped to the bed and picked up the magazine. "This is nothing but filth!" she snorted, staring at a picture of a Great Dane humping at a petite blonde girl.
Rick grabbed the waistband of her skirt, pulling her backwards. She sat abruptly on the bed, Rick's hand going between her thighs.
"Leave me alone, you bastard!"
"Sure baby, when I get done with you." His hand pushed between her legs until he was at her pussy. He took her hand and put it on his prick. "Look at the next page in that mag, sweets. It shows that ole dog's pecker hangin' all the way out. Jesus, it must be a foot an a half long."
"You bastard, you filthy-minded bastard!" Her hand was moving up and down the length of his cock, he had one finger all the way in her cunt.
"How's that for a pecker, baby? Bet it's way bigger than ole Ames' cock."
Elaine giggled, her eyes following her hand bobbing up and down his shaft. "No, Harry's is much bigger."
Rick stiffened and went red. "Mr. Ames... Harry Ames," he said in a falsetto voice, then growled, "Fucking schoolteacher! I'll knock his cock stiff."
She marveled at the pink, turgid flesh in her fist. She wanted to suck it. "You're a tough kid, Rick, but I don't think you're man enough to do that."
Rick roared with rage. He jerked her onto the bed and was on top of her, his cock sinking roughly into her cunt with one wild lunge.
"Oh God, fuck me, Rick! Fuck me!" she screamed.
He jerked all the way out, then jammed back, missing her hole. The second shot went in. He went again to the bottom, and again pulled completely out. It took him three times to find her pussy.
"Oh honey, that's good, keep doing it!" Elaine cried.
Rick was out again, and he grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under her ass. He pressed his prick in slowly this time, her juicing cunt sucking him up inch by inch. When he was buried to the hilt, he fell against her, his arms going around her neck, his lips slamming against hers. "Baby, baby! You're the best fuck in the whole damn world!" he babbled, his ass bobbing. Elaine brought her legs up around his back, the feel of his hardness sending thrills up her spine, "Yes, yes," she hissed, "and I love it; I love to fuck!"
They came together, the ultimate of bliss, with Rick spilling his load deep inside her. She was so high on her own orgasm that she didn't even feel his jazz backing up and running from her cunt-lips around his thrusting cock.
Rick pulled out. "Okay, baby, you love cock so much you can suck it off now. I want it nice and clean."
Elaine looked at his messy prick as it slowly shriveled. "No, Rick. It's all covered with . . . with gunk! I don't want to!"
"You don't want to," he sneered. "Well, that's tough shit, baby, because I want you to, anyway!"
He got to his feet and grabbed her by the hair. Elaine screamed as he pulled her off the bed. With her hair clenched in his fist, he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her face into his crotch.
"Suck it, baby!"
Elaine gagged, yet opened her mouth and sucked the slimy thing in. She was on her hands and knees when Ronald Keller came in. Rick grinned at his brother and pointed to her waving ass.
Ronald looked at his brother's face to make sure he understood, grinned widely, then undid his belt buckle. His cock was hard before his pants hit the floor. He lifted her skirt up. With one hand, he groped between her legs, with the other holding his cock, he lunged.
Elaine screamed when she felt his cock spread her lips and jam inside her cunt. She struggled, but the two men held her fast. Rick's cock was bone-hard again, Ronald's was even harder, and all the way inside her pussy.
"No, Rick, no . . . please!" she cried. It came out garbled with Rick's thick prick in her mouth.
She felt cheapened, badly used, to think that her own husband would help hold her while another man, even if it was his own brother, raped her from behind. In spite of this, she relaxed her throat and let Rick's cock move all the way into her throat. He was fucking her mouth, thrusting in and out. Every time he pushed all the way in, she gagged, almost vomited.
Ronald's cock was bigger than Rick's, and it seemed to probe areas that Rick had missed. She could feel the come from Rick's earlier spend running down the inside of her thighs, and it gave her a good sensation, a sensation that was growing in direct relation to Ronny's thrusting prick. She started wiggling her butt and brought her hand up to hold Rick's balls, which were drawn tight by his erection.
The feeling grew so good she thought she might faint, and when her orgasm started, it hurt in her belly. She knew Ronald was coming, too, the way he was grunting and thrusting. And then Rick started. He was jerking so wildly that he came and a gob of white glue hit her nose, but only one, because she had his cock pushed back in her mouth when the next charge came. She drank her husband's spend while her brother-in-law pulled out.
When both men had pulled away, she fell to the floor sobbing, bitterly confused . . . why had she enjoyed it so much, enjoyed it so terribly fucking much?
She finally sat up and looked at the two men sitting on the bed, their limp little pricks hanging innocently.
"I better go take a bath," she said. When neither answered, she got up and went down the hall to the bathroom. After her bath, she came back down the hall, still naked, deciding to give up all pretense of modesty. What was the use, they were all going to fuck her, anyway. Ronald was gone and Rick lay on the bed, still undressed.
Elaine got a pair of panties from the dresser and sat on the edge of the bed. "You'd better get dressed."
"Let's go out and eat tonight," Rick said. "Okay. Where do you want to go?" "I don't care. Some place nice. You got any money?" "Yeah."
"Good, we'll get a bottle for the game, too." He was absently fondling his prick.
Elaine turned on the bed and pushed his hand away. She cupped his big balls, the bag loose now, and bent down and kissed them. She kissed his balls softly, then moved up his cock to the head. She knew the old man was standing in the hall watching, and she opened her legs wide so he could see as she drew Rick's cock into her mouth.
Elaine stopped and grabbed Rick by the arm. They were directly behind the bleachers. "Wait a minute while I finish my cigarette. The school board frowns on teachers smoking in public."
"Fuck the school board, come on or all the good seats will be taken. I want a good view of that wild Spic running up and down the field. Damn, he can play football."
"You go on and get a couple seats. I'll find you."
Rick cursed, gave her a scowl, and went on. Elaine stood smoking, looking nervously in all directions. She saw Harry and her heart rose, then fell when she saw Alta. They walked over to where she was standing.
"Hi, Elaine, I'd like you to meet Alta," Harry said.
"A pleasure," Elaine said, holding out her hand.
"Hello," Alta said frostily, ignoring the hand. "Strange, your standing down here alone."
"I wanted to finish smoking, the school board, you know. Rick went ahead to get seats."
"We'd better go, too, or we won't get any," Alta said to Harry.
When Alta turned to go, Elaine whispered quickly, "Will I see you?"
"After the game."
Elaine smiled. "I love you, darling."
Harry grinned. He blew her a kiss, then hurried after his retreating wife.
Elaine leaned against the bleachers and lit another cigarette.
Two men walked by. One was short and stocky and completely bald, the other tall and slim, a full head of bushy hair with a moustache to match. The bald guy stopped and said hi.
"Hello," Elaine replied.
"Should be a good game. My name's Henry."
Elaine looked at the man. "I was just finishing my cigarette, Henry, my husband is waiting for me in the stands."
The tall man took Henry's arm. "Come on, Hank," he said.
Henry pulled free. "Wait a minute; I want a drink first." He took a pint bottle from his coat pocket. "Like a nip, Ma'm? Warm ya up."
Elaine looked at the bottle, then at Henry. "I'm not cold, but yes, I think I need it." She took the bottle and pressed it to her lips. She grimaced. "Yes, it does warm ya up."
Henry grinned and took a pull. He handed the bottle to his companion. "Rory here gives up too easy. That's why he never makes out."
"And you think you're making out?" Elaine said, unable to hide her smile.
"Naw, just havin' a drink with a lady." He took the bottle from Rory and handed it to Elaine.
"Nother?"
She took another drink, a long drink. "Jesus, Henry, that does warm a lady up, but I have to go now. My hubby will wonder what happened to me.
It was the middle of the fourth quarter when Alta decided she could take no more. "I'm frozen, Harry. Why do they have these games at night?"
"Just one more night game, hon, and the rest will be in the afternoon, but it's not cold tonight."
I'm going home. I've had it. Football bores me, anyway."
"I want to see the rest of the game, hon," Harry id.
"Stay and see the rest of the game for all I care, just give me the keys to the car. You can walk home."
Harry happily fished for the keys. He had racked his brain on how to get away from Alta, and she had just solved his problem. "You sure you don't mind?" he said, dropping the keys in her hand.
Ten minutes later, Alta started the car heater I immediately. Bear Claw was a small town, still there were eight bars, and Alta decided to stop at one for a drink, just one to warm up on. Rick, meanwhile, had excused himself to go to the can and ran into Kitty Halstead.
Elaine, sitting alone, finished her coffee and crumpled the cup. It had been liberally laced and she felt pretty good, her coat open, oblivious to the chill. She was watching Rick at the end of the bleachers talking to Kitty when Henry sat down beside her.
"Noticed you was alone and thought you might like another snort," he said, his arm sliding around her waist.
"I'm just waiting for my husband. He'll be right back."
"He's been gone a long time already," Henry said.
"I can't drink here," Elaine said, "I'm a schoolteacher. Have to set an example, you know."
"I thought maybe we could go down behind the bleachers."
Elaine looked down where Rick had been standing; he was nowhere in sight. She looked around and couldn't locate Harry either. She felt Henry's hand on her hip.
"All right. You go on down. I'll wait a minute then follow. But just one drink ... to warm the lady up."
She watched Henry leave, saw his sidekick join him at the bottom of the bleachers. She waited five minutes, then left her seat. When she got behind the bleachers, she saw no one.
"Over here," Henry called. He stepped from behind a parked car and waved.
The bottle was open and waiting when she stepped behind the car. She took a healthy pull, a flush rising quickly to her cheeks. It tasted good and it burned all the way down. She felt like she was on fire, all hot and excited.
"You sure are a purty filly," Henry said.
She let him kiss her. "Sure warms a lady up," she mumbled into his open mouth, her arms going around his neck. She readily accepted his tongue, sucking hungrily. "Your hands are cold," she said, when she felt them under her sweater.
"Warm them up," Henry said, cupping a heavy, naked tit in each. He felt her nipples respond to his cold palms.
She put the bottle to her lips while Henry explored her titties. She tilted her head back, letting its contents run down her throat, and then he dropped the empty bottle into the dirt. Her nipples, as hard as marbles, tingled, the tingle moving down her belly to pulse at her thick pussy-lips.
She felt Rory come up behind her. He put his hands on her hips and pressed his groin against her ass. She turned her head, and Rory kissed her wet mouth. She felt his hands slide around her hips and move down inside her slacks.
"Oh, God!" she moaned when his fingertips touched her pussy-lips. "Oh, God!" "I told ya she was hot to trot, Rory," Henry Ole Hank can tell." He kissed her again, rubbing her nipples between forefingers and thumbs. "Let's get in the car, baby, and have a little fun."
"I shouldn't, I shouldn't!" she moaned.
She pressed back against Rory, who had two fingers in her cunt, and felt his hard cock thrust against the crack in her butt. She groped at Henry's fly until she found his cock, her other hand slipping behind to grip the one pressing at her ass. It excited her terribly to feel two cocks at once, even if it was through their trousers.
She marveled at the difference, Rory's being long and slim, Henry's shorter, but much thicker. She decided the thick one would be first; she liked a thick cock, one that was big around and would stretch her open.
"Come on, honey, get in the car," Rory whispered.
"I. . . no, really," she stammered, aware that the car door was open and she was moving towards it.
She was about to get into the car when horns started honking, people yelling, and the thunder of moving feet on the bleachers. The game was over.
She jerked away and pulled down her sweater. "I've got to go," she cried.
"Come on, get in the car. We can go somewhere."
"No! My husband will be looking for me." She gave them a frightened look and turned and ran.
God, she thought, if the game hadn't ended and I'd gotten in that car. . . I'd have let both those men fuck me. I'm acting like an alley cat. She glanced back to make sure they weren't following.
When she found Harry, her face was flushed with excitement. She grabbed his arm and said, "Let's get the hell out of here."
"I've been looking all over for you. Where've you been?" "I got chilly and went and sat in the car." When they got to the place where the car had been parked, it was gone. "That prick sonofabitch! He took the car!" Elaine cried, stamping her feet in anger.
"I thought you said you were sitting in the car?" "He must have been watching and took it when I went to find you. What do we do now, Harry, it's too damn cold to fuck in the weeds." Harry frowned. She could be so vulgar at times, "relax, honey. We'll walk to the house and get my car. It's not far."
They walked slowly, arms around each other, stopping frequently for a kiss. Harry was surprised at how tight she was. "You must have had a lot to drink," he said.
"Quite a bit. It was cold," she answered, snuggling against him. She was still hot, had been ever since her brother-in-law raped her. "Let's go in that bar across the street, honey. I have to pee." They crossed the street and cut through the parked cars. Harry stopped. "Hey, that's my car there."
"I thought you said your wife went home."
"That's what she said she was going to do."
"Aha, the little bitch is cheating on you," Elaine cried triumphantly.
Harry went over to the car. "The keys are in it," he said, "let's go."
"I have to pee, remember? I can't wait. What's the matter, afraid to go in there?"
Harry caught her inference. He grabbed her arm The bar was crowded. Elaine slipped through the crowd to the rest room. While she was gone, Harry looked the crowd over, but he couldn't find Alta.
Elaine returned. "I feel better. Let's get a drink before we go."
"This place is a dump, Elaine. Besides, you've had enough already."
"Don't be a shit!" she snarled. "I want a drink."
They stood at the bar and had a drink, then two Elaine rubbing against Harry's leg all the while.
After the third round, Elaine leaned close and whispered, "I'm hot to trot, darling. Let's get the fuck out of here." She swayed as Harry led her out the door. "Goddamn, Harry, I'm really drunk. And I'm hot, too, hot for your cock," she giggled.
They stopped beside the car and kissed. Elaine leaned heavily against the door, her breath short and raspy. "Kiss me, Harry, kiss me between the legs," she gurgled, opening her coat.
Her lewd behavior was charging him up and he squatted down and kissed the front of her slacks, She spread her legs, holding onto his head. He pressed his mouth tightly against her crotch, blowing his hot breath through the fabric. "Harry, Harry darling!" she moaned, her hands struggling with her slacks. She pushed them down over her hips, all the way to her knees. "Push down your panties, too," Harry said, as eager as she.
"No, no, kiss me this way first," she moaned. Harry's mouth went to her crotch. Her panties were already wet. Her slacks had fallen to her ankles and she bowed her legs to give him room, He ate her cunt ravenously, panties and all. "Make it happen, darling! Make it happen right through my panties!" she cried, pulling his face hard against her cunt. She was jerking wildly on the verge of a spend.
Harry felt a hand on his shoulder. Suddenly he went over backwards. Before he could move Rick Keller was on top of him, punching him wildly with both fists. Harry curled into a ball, instinctively covering his face with his arms. He heard Elaine scream.
She stood horrified; her husband, the braggart, was actually on top of Harry Ames beating the piss out of him. She couldn't believe it.
Rick swung wildly, screaming and cursing, until his fists hurt and his arms felt like lead. He got to his feet and stood over his foe, grinning.
Harry sprang to his feet. Before the startled Rick could get his arms above his waist, Harry's fist was smashing into his face.
Rick screamed and clutched at his face, the blood spurting from his nose. Nobody had ever hit him like that before. He looked up at Harry standing over him with clenched fists. The man he thought he had beaten into complete submission, pounded to a bloody pulp, didn't have a mark on him. Rick jumped to his feet and ran, ran as fast as his legs would go.
Goose bumps covered Elaine's thighs. "I'm cold, honey, and two minutes ago I was so hot."
Harry opened the car door and shoved her in. He drove to a secluded spot at the edge of town and stopped. The car was toasty warm; he left the engine and heater running.
"Are you hurt?" she asked.
"No. A few bruises on my shoulders and arms, maybe, but not hurt," he said. "Get in the back and strip, take it all off. I want you bare-ass naked."
When she was naked, he got in the back with her. He sat on the floor and pushed her legs apart. "I'm going to eat you now without anything in the way," he said.
He kissed and licked the insides of her thighs. They were damp with perspiration and tasted salty. Her cunt was wide open and running with juice when his mouth reached the deep cleft. His tongue tasted her liquids; they were strong and female, slippery and copious.
"Eat it, eat it! Oh, you bastard, eat my cunt!" she screamed, her nails raking at the back of his neck. She had no intention of being denied. She came hard, convulsing against his lips and tongue.
Sweat mixed with her abundant juices to fill his mouth with the marvelous taste of a woman in orgasm. She came twice more before he took his mouth from her cunt.
Harry struggled out of his clothing. "Get as comfortable as you can, baby, because I'm going to fuck your ass off!"
Elaine was on her back, her knees open for his assault. "You do that," she said, pulling him down on top of her.
He grasped his prick, pushing the fat meat between her sodden lips. She grunted as his prick pushed her cunt open. Her cunt peeled his foreskin back and closed hungrily over the ripe bulb. It sucked him in like a vacuum until his nine inches was held completely by her clawing pussy. Their legs entwined and they fucked.
Her mouth closed wetly around his ear, her tongue stabbing in and out.
"Oh, fuck me, Harry, fuck me good," she breathed heavily. "I love to fuck, Harry, I just love it! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She arched her back to meet his thrusts and held herself rigidly against him. "Give it all to me, baby-love, every glorious inch of cock you've got. Ungh . . . ungh, or shit, but that feels good! Keep it up . . . just like that, oh yes, fuck, fuck, fuck! Don't stop, not ever . . . fuck me, lover! Fuck me, baby-doll! Fuck me, Harry-angel. Oh, you dirty bastard, pour the cob to me . . . fuck me, love it, fuck me!"
She must have made it three or four times before he felt his balls tighten and the goo spurted into her pussy in big, wet gobs. He finally lay still.
"Don't take it out, Harry, let it soak. It feels so good in there. I really needed this. I've been unstrung all day, hot and horny and so in need." She didn't mention the times her husband had fucked her, or her brother-in-law, or even the play with the two strangers. "God, your cock feels good in there, all soft and big and alive. I really need a prick, Harry, I really do."
"Whether it's mine or Rick's or ... " "Don't get possessive, Harry. When a girl needs a hump . . . well, she just needs it. Look at it this way, you're here with me with your big old prick stuffed up inside me and what if your little wife needed it. Well, I bet she did, and she had to get someone else. Face it, Harry, another man probably fucked your sweet little Alta, and maybe he's fucking her righ now."
Harry stiffened and bit his lip. He knew it, and he really didn't care that much, yet ... He felt his cock starting to throb again. "I want to fuck some more," he said.
Elaine melted against him. "Bend down and suck on my tit; I love it when a man sucks my tit while we fuck. It makes me so hot ..."
It was after three in the morning when Harry got home and Alta was still out. He took a Bromo to soften the hangover, then he went to bed.
Luckily they had shipped the kid out for the night because Alta didn't get home until almost Saturday noon. She was pretty bent out of shape. She had a double shot of bourbon and went right bed.