Chapter 12
George McBride puffed on his cigar and drove silence. Elaine Keller leaned against the door as far from the fat man as she could get. She puffed on a cigarette, wondering what the old devil wanted. He had told her on the telephone that it was important that she see him, and now he wouldn't say a word, hadn't since she got in the car.
He drove straight to his huge house and pulled into the garage. He got out of the car. "Well, don't sit there like you're stupid; get out and come with me."
They entered the house through the kitchen, where a young girl was preparing supper. She was young, but she was also quite well developed. McBride walked right through without speaking.
When they entered the large front room, his wife looked up from a book, a surprised look on her face. - "I don't want to be disturbed," he said curtly. In spite of her expensive clothing, she looked dowdy, and nodded meekly as he brushed past.
Elaine shrugged with embarrassment and followed him down the long hall to the den. When she stepped inside, he went behind a huge desk and sat heavily. He looked at her through eyes made beady by fat, and slowly peeled a fresh cigar. After he lit up, he said, "Sit there."
She sat.
"It has come to ray attention, Mrs. Keller, that you have been acting in a manner unbecoming to a schoolteacher."
Elaine was growing annoyed with the old fool. Bear Claw wasn't the only school in the world. "Exactly what do you mean, Mr. McBride?"
"To be blunt, Mrs. Keller, you have been indiscreetly screwing around. Fucking the troops, so to speak, and as president of the school board, I can't allow such conduct."
Elaine was taken aback. "What do you want from me?" she said dryly, crossing her legs.
"I want you say you're sorry, and that you'll never do it again ... for one thing."
"I'm sorry, and I'll never do it again," she said flatly, a smirk on her face. She uncrossed and then recrossed her legs, waiting for the next condition, a condition that she had absolutely no doubts about.
The fat man was flustered now; he hadn't expected her to apologize so quickly. He looked at her long legs, bare two-thirds of the way up, and her heavy tits bulging her blouse out. His cock pressed tightly against his pants. He saw the crotch of her panties when she changed positions, and his cock lurched.
"Come around here, young lady," he said, pushing his chair back from the desk.
Elaine got to her feet and walked around the desk. "Yes," she said, still smirking.
George McBride was sprawled out in the big chair, his short legs far apart, his huge belly rising and falling with each breath he took. "Unzip my pants."
Elaine stepped close and dropped to her knees. The carpet was thick and soft. "I knew this was what you wanted," she said, looking up at his round, jowly face, squeezing his cock through his pants. "You're a dirty old man, and worse, a hypocrite."
McBride was breathing hard, almost gasping, as she dug inside his shorts, her hand soft and warm against his flesh.
"Scoot out so I can find it," she said.
He obeyed, his eyes watery with lust. The man was repulsive, old and fat and ugly, yet she felt the excitement churn in her guts the minute her fingers wrapped around his cock. It was short, probably not even five inches, but it was unusually thick, so much so that she couldn't get her hand all the way around it.
She let go of his prick and undid his belt so she could get his pants down. With his pants halfway down his thighs, she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it up over his belly. The mountain of flesh heaved white and soft, his fat, stubby cock protruding underneath from a thatch of gray hair.
She lowered her head and put her mouth over the crimson knob. It was too fat to suck properly, but she sucked half the head and masturbated the rest with her hand.
"Oh, that's good, Mrs. Keller! So very good," he grunted.
Elaine realized then how much she liked cock, any cock, just so it was alive and hard and salty and man-tasting, and of course, capable of squirting that sticky slime. She opened her mouth wider until she could take the entire glans, her lips curled behind the thick ridge.
He started groaning loudly, hunching against her face in an effort to force more of his cock into her mouth. Elaine drew back to keep from choking until she had only the gaping hole covered with her lips, and she milked the length of his fat prick faster and faster. McBride grunted, and the thick, white stuff rolled from the end of his prick into her mouth.
His load was surprisingly copious, and she let it puddle slickly around her tongue, savoring the chalky taste, then let it slip slowly down her gullet. She drew on his prick until there was nothing left, and then sat on the floor, traces of his cum still on her lips.
She lay back, wishing she had a man on top of her, his prick imbedded to the hilt. She needed a man now, cocksucking only wetted her appetite. Her reverie was broken when the fat man came down on top of her.
"You're too heavy," she said, "let me get on top."
His mouth came down over hers, his tongue searching wetly. She was breathless when he finally raised up and kneeled between her legs. His stubby fingers deftly opened her blouse. He roughly pulled the bra down until a brown nipple popped into view. He sucked in a mouthful of her flesh while he groped between her legs with a fat hand.
Elaine enjoyed having her tits sucked; it brought the fire instantly to her cunt. "Yes, yes, suck it!" she hissed, her hands going to the back of his head. "Move around to my side so I can reach you."
While the fat man hobbled on his knees to her side, she unfastened her bra and pulled it free. He dropped his face to her luscious tits while she groped under his belly. His prick had shriveled and was lost in the folds of fat, yet she found it, found it and worked gently with her hand until the wrinkled little thing began to swell. It was soon hard and fat inside her hand.
"Put it in me; fuck me!" she cried. He pulled her skirt down her legs, followed quickly by her panties. She parted her legs and spread the lips of her cunt open. He was on her again, almost knocking the breath from her lungs, jabbing wildly at her inviting hole, but his belly kept him from his goal. He couldn't quite reach.
"Turn over and get on your knees," he growled, raising up.
Elaine wanted that prick. She rolled quickly to her belly. She wagged her inviting ass high in the air. McBride came up behind her. It was an awkward coupling, even in this position, but the fat glans of his cock finally found the spot and spread open her pussy. She grunted with pleasure, thrusting back against him.
"More, more!" she groaned. "Let's have the rest of it."
The fat man grasped her by the hips, lunging against her with all his might, but could get no more than the head of his cock inside her. She could feel his thick roll of fat riding on her ass, the sweat coming rapidly. She wanted more, needed more.
"Deeper, you bastard, deeper-give me more cock!"
He tried desperately, but failed miserably, and finally slumped back on his haunches, gasping desperately for breath, his shirt soaked with sweat.
Elaine sat up, tears of frustration in her eyes. It was such a letdown after Harry's monstrous organ, or even her husband's cock. "You're a flop, old man, a miserable flop," she said. She looked at him then, and he looked miserable, tired and ashamed. Her heart went out to him then, and she snuggled up to him, kissing his cheeks and finally his lips, her hand holding tightly to his still-hard pecker.
She soothed him with kisses while she stripped the sweat soaked clothing from his body. She pushed him down and stretched out in the opposite direction beside him, her soaking pussy inches from his flabby face.
"Kiss my pussy, make me come with your mouth!"
The old man's face went between her legs and, lying on her side, she waited until his mouth was at her cunt before she brought her legs down over his head, not hard, but enough to keep his head locked to her pussy.
"Good, good!" she gasped as his tongue went into her cunt. She reached out for his cock. She held it in her hand, jerking just enough to keep it good and hard, but not enough to bring him off. He was a good cunt-lapper, and she came fast, the tingle of sexual bliss filling her loins and belly.
Her hand flew on his cock, jerking and pulling until the ugly thing started spitting madly. It poured its ooze over her hand and onto the rug, still she kept pumping.
He pulled his head free of her legs and rolled onto his back, gasping with pleasure. Elaine came up over him, her body straddling his, and she closed her mouth over his cock. It wanted to go soft, but she wouldn't let it. Her hand fumbled between his flabby cheeks until she found the puckered hole of his ass and she shoved a finger all the way in. She was arched over his big belly with her cunt shoved tight against his chin.
He gasped for mercy and then did the only thing left to him-closed his mouth over her cunt again. They came together as if they had practiced for years, her gaping cunt soaking his face with its pungent juices, his prick squirting whatever jizz was left into her sucking mouth.
She got to her feet and picked up her skirt and let it slide down over her head. She hated to leave through the house; the man's poor wife must have heard their grunts and groans. Well, that's her cross to bear, she thought, carefully buttoning her blouse.
She looked back at the fat man still lying on his back. He was gasping for breath, his huge belly rising and falling like a dying whale on the beach. He no longer looked imposing and in command, but exactly like what he was-a fat old man, tired and worn.
Elaine looked at her watch and cursed. She was late for supper again, and her husband would be in his usual rage, if he was home. She hoped he would be home, because she needed a fucking, deep and hard. Her come had been good, but it wouldn't replace a really good fucking. Oh well, if he was out running around there was always her brother-in-law; his prick was big, or even the dirty old man of the house. He wasn't much, but he was better than nothing, and he could still get it all the way in.