Chapter 2
"That's it for today, kids," Harry Ames said. The kids closed their books and shuffled their papers and did whatever else kids do before leaving their last class. It was a small class, even for Bear Claw High, but four students were all that qualified for advanced trig. They were all seniors; three girls and one boy.
Jesus, what a sordid way to make a buck, Harry Ames thought. He was beat; he was always beat after the first day.
He glanced up in time to see Kitty Halstead hesitate at the door and wiggle her ass. He grinned and ogled. Harry always had time to ogle an ass, even though he made it a rule not to ogle too long. It might give him ideas, ideas that were not in keeping with his position.
He leaned back and reached for the cigarettes in his pocket. He wasn't supposed to smoke in the school building, but he lit up anyway. He wondered why the four students were taking the class; it would be rough.
Alfred Neumann would make it okay, and for Angie Gillis, it would be a breeze. But Kitty Halstead was another matter. She would never cut it. She was the school sexpot, and he could sure as shittin' see why.
Kitty had worn a treacherously short skirt and had sat close to his desk, giving him a clear view of her beaver. He knew he would see more before she admitted the class was too tough.
Harry snuffed out his cigarette and got to his feet. In the hall, which was almost deserted, he almost collided with a fellow teacher. "Sorry, uh ..." he stammered. Harry had never been good at names, and it was just this morning that he'd met all his fellow sufferers.
"It's Mac," Mac said, grinning. "How did the first day go?"
"Not too bad, Mac," Harry said sheepishly, "at least it's over until tomorrow."
Two women came down the hall and turned into the women's lounge. One was a startling blonde, and she gave Harry a long hard look, the other wasn't so startling.
"Jesus Christ! Who the hell was that?" Harry asked.
"You met her at the meeting this morning, Harry. Surely you remember Agnus Rug, the commercial teacher."
"Not her, you idiot, the other one." He looked at Mac, who was grinning. "Quit putting me on, you bastard. Who was she?"
"That, my friend, was Elaine Keller, Mrs. Elaine Keller, the fairest of the fair. Her husband just got out of the Marine Corps a few days ago."
"Christ on a crutch, Mac, she's positively beautiful. She's got to be the sexiest woman I've ever seen."
"That's the same impression she leaves on every man she meets," Mac said. "But if you have any ideas, you'll have to get in line. Every male in Bear Claw is drooling for her. Not a one has gotten to first base, and now her husband is home." Mac looked at his waist. "Hey, I've gotta run. See you tomorrow."
Harry stood in the hall for several minutes, but when Elaine didn't come out, decided he had to run, too.
Harry walked home from the school. He handled the seven blocks to the small white-frame house with no sweat. He went into the house and threw his sweater over a chair.
"Hey, Alta, anybody home?"
"In here, honey," his wife said from the kitchen.
"Hi," Harry said as he entered the kitchen. "Where's the brat?"
"Your son is in the back yard playing," she said, frostily.
"How's about a kiss for daddy?"
She turned from the sink. Alta Ames was a slim, high breasted woman. She was very pretty, and she had class, lots of class. She tilted her face up to her husband.
Harry kissed her hard, his hand going around her waist and sliding down to grip her ass. "I'm horny," he said, pulling her crotch against his.
Alta pulled away. "Is that all you ever think of, Harry Ames?"
"I know you don't always want it, but I do."
"You're oversexed."
"Maybe I am, but that's the way I am." Harry felt his anger rising. "Let's face it, baby, if you won't keep daddy happy at home, he'll have to get in somewhere else."
Alta eyed him coldly. He could be a repulsive sonofabitch when he wanted to. "Maybe you'll have to do just that."
As Harry loosened his grip, Alta suddenly realized that the thought of him getting pussy elsewhere made her want to fuck. "You give up too easily," she said.
"You bitch," Harry said, pulling her close again.
"Not here! Hal's in the back yard," she cried as he raised her skirt and slid his hands inside her panties.
Alta wished he would get it someplace else. It would ease her burden of guilt. It always started this way: first the guilt, then arousal from the memory . . . not excitement of her husband. It had been a very brief affair, but very stimulating.
She felt her panties moving down her legs, and she realized that Harry had gone to his knees.
"No, no, honey, Hal might come in," she moaned, knowing she was powerless to stop him. She wanted to fuck as badly as he.
She spread her legs at the feel of his hot breath against her thighs. She loved it, oh god, how she loved it! But she felt it was dirty and she felt guilty about that, too.
She felt his tongue spear into the wetness of her cunt and she moaned.
She closed her eyes and leaned against the sink as the good feeling tingled in her thighs and spread up into her belly. She let her mind glide back in time, but she couldn't remember if it had been '67 or '68.
The man was a Marine captain, rugged and very masculine, and they met in the hospital waiting room.
Harry had just undergone another operation, this time to remove shrapnel fragments from his abdomen that they had missed the first time in.
"Are you Mrs. Ames?" the captain asked.
She nodded dumbly.
"I'm Captain Harrison, Captain Albert Harrison. I was your husband's commanding officer in 'Nam. You look like you've had a rough time. Come on, I'll buy you a cup of coffee."
She protested mildly and followed him to the cafeteria.
They talked of many things: Harry Ames, the best goddamned sergeant in the Corps, Harry's bravery, Harry's ability in the field, Harry's devotion to his wife and child, Harry's chances under the knife.
They talked for what seemed like hours, and then they went to dinner together.
And after dinner in her small apartment, with the boy asleep in his crib, they talked some more.
She tried, afterwards, to convince herself that it was the liquor; but she knew it wasn't so, it had been over two years, and she needed a man.
Alta knew she shouldn't be drinking so much, not with her husband maybe dying. Yet it made her feel good, to be relieved of caring so much. It was a paradox, and it disturbed her.
"You miss him a great deal, don't you?" the captain asked.
"Yes, yes, so very much." She started to cry.
He was sitting very close to her and his arm went around her. "There, there, cry it all out, honey," he said. She continued to sob and he stroked the back of her head softly. His hand went down her back and crept around until he was cupping one of her high, hard breasts.
"Was it good between you and your husband ... Harry?"
"What . . . what do you mean?"
"Your sex life. Was Harry a good lover?"
She looked confused for a moment. "Yes, he was good."
Then he kissed her. She resisted at first, then she moved easily into his arms. His hand dropped to her knees and she resisted again, but that too was in vain. Her legs parted and his hand moved up her soft thigh.
He somehow got her dress open and her bra pushed up. Her nipple hardened readily under his palm. He continued to kiss her softly, gently, his tongue lightly toying at her lips until she opened her mouth eagerly. The hair on her cunt was soft and silky when he moved his fingers under the legband of her panties.
Alta was breathing hard now.
She couldn't recall if she had reached into the captain's open fly of her free will or if his hand had guided her there. She was sure she hadn't unzipped him ... at least she thought she was sure. One thing she was sure of: his cock was big, and it was hard, very hard.
She didn't resist when he pushed her down on the couch and removed her panties, and she watched with a mixture of desire and horror as he removed his trousers and shorts. Her legs were open when he came down on top of her and she quickly guided his prick in.
"Yes. .. fuck me!" she gasped.
She realized later that it was the fact that it wasn't her husband's cock that thrilled her so. She parted her legs wider, her hands grasping his ass, urging him deeper.
Captain Harrison even talked of her husband while he fucked her. And oh, how he fucked her. The captain's specialty was fucking grieving wives. He had never in his life laid eyes on Sergeant Harry Ames.
"Oh, Albert, Albert! It's so good. I've missed it so," she cried.
"Is it better than it was with your husband?"
"Yes, yes . . . it's so good! Darling! Fuck me, fuck me harder; I'm going to come!"
She came hard, very hard, just before he poured his spunk into her cunt. He withdrew his prick slowly and wiped the globs that oozed from his cock onto her skirt.
They drank some more and then went into the bedroom and fucked again. That was where she learned the joy of having her cunt eaten, long before her husband had been allowed so much as a kiss. Here, too, she ate the cock of a man and drank his juice, something she still didn't do for her husband.
He wanted to see her again, but she told him it was out of the question.
They met at the hospital that afternoon and couldn't wait until they got home; Captain Harrison fucked her in his car in the parking lot. He fucked her the next morning on the floor beside the playpen while two-year-old Hal played. He said it stimulated hell out of him to fuck her in front of the kid. He fucked her regularly for a month, and then it was over.
Alta knew she was about to come now, and she parted her legs wider, pulling her husband's face harder against her cunt.
Her memories were very pleasant, and they stimulated her. Yet she still felt guilty. Harry had never found out. She had prided herself in ending it before it got completely out of hand; though in reality, she knew the captain had tired of the fling and dropped her. She wished that Harry would help her feelings a little by cheating on her once in a while. It would make it easier.
She gasped at the touch of Harry's tongue, even though she was sure that it was wrong, perverted to have sex like this. But who was she to make moral judgments?
Alta spread her legs and hunched her pussy against his mouth, desperately clinging to the edge of the sink.
"Oh, Jesus Christ, Harry! It's so good! Eat me, eat me, my darling . . . I'm coming . . . oh, Jesus, am I ever coming!"
Her orgasm consumed her. She started straight ahead, her eyes glassy and unseeing, totally unaware of her young son.
Little Hal watched from the door, his ten-year-old cock hardening in his pants at the sight. He didn't know why it felt so good, but he put his hand to his bulging crotch and rubbed.
Harry pulled his gasping wife down to the floor. "Now it's my turn," he said, pulling his cock from his pants. Harry had a very big cock.
Alta lay back and opened up for him. "God yes, Harry! Get it in! Fuck me, make me come again!" Harry pushed his big prick into her wet cunt. He couldn't remember her being this hot in a long time. The wetness of her pussy seemed to fold around his cock and draw him in like a hungry mouth. She had her legs around his back, pulling to get his cock all the way inside. It hurt her back, fucking on the hard floor, but she knew she would make it again and she didn't give a good goddamn.
"Harry, Harry ... do it! Do it . . . make me come again! I need it so much!" she screamed. "Fuck me hard and fast, darling! I think I could suck it for you if I didn't need it so badly where it's at. Harry! Harry!"
Her cunt was so wet and alive that he knew he couldn't last, but he had to make her come first. He reached back and grasped the cheeks of her ass, spreading the cleft. His fingers sought and found her asshole. A thick finger spread the hole and burst inside.
"I'm coming!" she screamed.
He jerked out his finger and he jerked out his cock. He had but an instant, but he got close to her face and when his cream spurted forth, it spurted across her lovely face.
Alta grabbed his cock and got it in her mouth. Harry groaned as she sucked his come out, spurt after spurt, and swallowed it. She nursed on his cock until there was nothing left.
Her legs were wide apart and her wet, shining cunt was open to the eyes of her young son. Hal could also see that his dad's pee-pee was in his mother's mouth. He felt a terrific tingle and wished that his own pee-pee was in his mother's mouth. He had his prickie out and was pulling on it rapidly.
It was a dry run, but it felt good. Hal's knees buckled and he groaned with pleasure as he got his rocks off for the first time. He didn't know it was called jacking-off, but he knew whatever it was called, he was going to be doing a lot of it. Boy, it sure felt good.