Chapter 5
Before stepping into the women's lounge, Elaine Keller glanced down the hall. She noticed the good-looking man talking to Mac and gave him a look; a look that she couldn't explain. It was a come-hither look, and Elaine didn't ordinarily give come-hither looks. She blushed and stepped quickly inside. Agnus Rug closed the door behind them.
"Who was that man talking to Mac? "Harry Ames, the new math teacher," Agnus answered.
"He's attractive," Elaine said. She felt flustered and sat down hard on the couch, her skirt flopping high on her thighs.
"Yes, in an animal sort of way."
"That's the best way."
"Naughty teacher," Agnus teased. "You have a hubby and he's home now."
"He sure is," Elaine said, lighting a cigarette.
Agnus sat down beside Elaine and held out her cigarette for a light. She was a plain woman, not homely, just plain.
"I'll bet it's nice having Rick home," Agnus said.
"Yes, it's a ball ... if you'll pardon the expression." Elaine laughed and let the blue smoke curl from her nose in vapory wisps.
"You're so sexy when you do that," Agnus said.
"Don't, Agnus," Elaine said, realizing for the first time that her skirt was halfway to her crotch.
"You have such attractive legs, Elaine. I wish mine were half as good."
Elaine felt mean. She stuck her leg out. She knew what it would do to the poor, frustrated woman. Pushing her skirt still higher, she scratched her thigh.
"May I?" Agnus asked.
In the year that Elaine had been at Bear Claw, she knew that Agnus had desired her every minute. She knew that Agnus liked girls so she had kept her at arm's length at all times. "Be my guest," she replied.
The woman's hand fell to her thigh. Elaine parted her legs. Agnus was breathing hard now.
"Just let me touch it. . . please!" Agnus gasped.
Elaine felt strangely turned on. Her husband had fucked her twice before she left the house this morning and she still felt turned on. She opened her legs wide. "All right, but just for a minute."
Agnus slid her hand up to the crotch of Elaine's pantyhose. She wore no panties. "Let me pull them down a little."
"Someone might come in," Elaine answered.
"I'll go and lock the door."
"If you leave, I'll get out of the notion. Pull them down . . . just a little."
Agnus put her hands under Elaine's skirt and found the waistband. Elaine raised up. The panties came down, then off. Elaine let her legs fall wide apart and with a deep moan, Agnus dropped her face to the soft bare skin.
As Agnus nipped lightly at her thighs, Elaine realized that her own breathing had quickened. She was getting hot; she didn't want her to stop.
Purring like a kitten, Agnus dropped to her knees between Elaine's legs, her mouth moving quickly up Elaine's thighs until she was at her cunt.
Elaine sighed and put her hands on Agnus's head. She had never had a mouth on her cunt before and she loved it, the way Agnus's tongue curled in and found just the right spots, the way it settled on her clit and rubbed it roughly until she thought she would die. It was wonderful, and she knew it was an experience she would need again.
Still, Elaine felt puzzled. Her husband was home now; she didn't need this. She realized then that she needed it more now. While Rick was gone, she had turned it off, like snapping a light switch, and now that he was back, her body craved sex. She opened her cunt to the horny little lesbian sucking so greedily.
"I'm going to come, Agnus!" she sighed breathlessly. "Do you like it wet and juicy? I feel so sticky." She thrust her cunt against Agnus's mouth. "There, right there ... do it faster! I'm coming ... Ohhhh, Jesus, I'm coming!"
Elaine fell limp as the orgasm sent shivers up her spine.
"Oh, Elaine, I love you, I love you!" Agnus cried.
"Don't get carried away," Elaine said, pushing the woman away. "This will probably never happen again; I don't really know why it did now. I like men and I always have and I always will. This hasn't changed anything."
Agnus looked as if she might cry. "We can still be friends, can't we?"
"Of course, we'll just pretend it never happened."
"I can't pretend that. I'll never forget as long as I live."
Elaine pulled on her panties. "Oh, Jesus!" She felt the wetness from her bush spread quickly through the nylon. It was an uncomfortable feeling.
When everything was back in place, Elaine went to the door. She turned and looked at Agnus. "You'd better get up off the floor, Agnus. I'm leaving," she said, and went out the door.
The walk home did her good. It invigorated her, made her feel vibrant and alive . . . and sexy. She hoped Rick was home. She still wondered why she had let Agnus suck her cunt. The poor woman had been after her since the moment they met. She decided oral sex was pretty good, and she wondered why she hadn't tried it before, too. She had been addicted to straight fucking and, evidently, so had the men in her life. Sex with a woman, though, seemed strange and a little perverted; still, she had learned that a mouth on her pussy was a marvelous thing, and surely a man's mouth glued to her cunt would be even more thrilling.
Elaine felt her excitement mount and she rushed into the house.
She went down the long hall to the drab little living room. She stopped abruptly.
Ronald sat sprawled in a chair, looking flushed and embarrassed. A glance told her what he had been doing. His zipper was down and his fly gaped open, and in his rush to stuff his prick back in, he had left the tip of his shirt protruding from the opening.
Elaine almost laughed. "Where's Rick?"
"How the fuck should I know?" Ronald said sullenly.
"You don't need to be vulgar."
Ronald grinned, pleased that he had annoyed her. Annoyance was his chief attraction. "He's been gone all day. Probably out screwing some high-school cunt. Maybe one of your students, and in your car. Rick's like that." He grinned.
"You make me sick," Elaine said, leaving the room.
She went to her room, flushed and angry. "I wish someone would push that sonofabitch over a cliff," she mumbled.
She reached up under her skirt and took off her panties. Her blouse followed the panties to the floor, and a sigh of relief escaped her lips as the catch on her bra popped open. She shrugged off the bra and reached for a cigarette in her open purse.
Clad only in her skirt, she sat smoking for several minutes before she looked up and saw Ronald standing in the doorway.
"You got gorgeous tits, baby," he said. He was holding a can of beer and he was grinning.
Elaine felt more annoyance than embarrassment at his presence. She was sure he had already seen more of her than this. He was always lurking somewhere: in the hall outside the bathroom, at a half-opened door, at her keyhole, even outside her window.
"Isn't there any privacy in this house? Get out!" "Want some beer? It's good and cold; I just opened it," he said, holding out the frosty can. Elaine got to her feet, walked over to him and took the beer. She made no effort to cover herself while she tipped the can and took a long drink. "I sure can't imagine why old Rick would waste time fuckin' jailbait when he has a choice cunt like you jus' waitin' for it. . . all hot and waitin'." "Get out of here, you bastard!" she said. She drained the beer can and handed it back to him. "I stood in the hall this morning and watched little brother fuck the hell out of you. You sure liked it, baby, and you're going to like fucking with me."
"Fat chance," she said. She had her hands on her hips, her magnificent tits pushed out, almost as she was daring him to touch them. "I watched you sit on the John once and play with your pussy. I was hidin' in the shower. You sure was hot."
"You're a sneak, Ronald, a fucking sneak! Now get the hell out of here and leave me alone." Undaunted, he reached down to his still-open fly and took out his cock. It was hard and long. "Take a look at ole Ronnie's prick, baby. Nice, huh?"
"I'm not impressed," she said, trying to act very cool. She was impressed, though. His cock was bigger than Rick's, and Rick had a big cock. She found Ronald very distasteful, yet the sight of his cock stimulated her. "You make me tired. Please go."
"I ain't going, lady, until I get a little of your cunt."
Elaine didn't know why she did what she did, but she lifted her skirt and hunched her bare cunt at him. It was all furry and wet, the fat lips pouting at him in invitation.
"You mean this?" she said. "You wouldn't know what to do with it if I offered it to you."
"I'm gonna fuck you, baby!" he growled.
It must have been the beer. She had drunk it too fast and it went right to her head, making her fuzzy and happy. She pushed her skirt down past her hips and wiggled until it fell to the floor. Then she fell back on the bed and spread wide.
"Take a good look and then go out in the hall and jack-off ... it won't be the first time."
With a low growl he lunged and was on top of her. Elaine tried to push him off, but he was even bigger than Rick, and she discovered, much stronger. His prick jabbed unsuccessfully at her pussy, and without realizing it, she got her hand between their bodies and found his cock and started it in.
With a lunge, he was all the way in her cunt and started fucking.
"Fuck me, you dirty bastard! Fuck me hard!" she screamed.
Her legs went up around his back to hold him tight. His zipper dug cruelly into her cunt-lips.
He started coming then, but it didn't matter, Elaine had already made it. She had started the minute his prick sank inside her cunt . . . and she had loved it.
"Now get the fuck out of here, you creep!" she said.
Ronald slunk from the room from a beaten dog.
Elaine stretched out on the bed and smoked another cigarette. For the first time she had cheated on her husband, first with a woman, and then with his brother . . . and it didn't seem to bother her at all. She convinced herself that Ronald was right, Rick was probably out now fucking some other cunt. "Fidelity is for assholes," she said, feeling Ronald's jism seeping slowly from the lips of her cunt onto the bed.
At supper, Rick still wasn't home, and Elaine stared across the table at her father-in-law. He leered hungrily. She hadn't worn a bra and her nipples were plainly visible through the thin fabric.
Old Leonard Keller, fat and ugly and always needing a shave. She wondered if he had a big prick. Frieda Keller, fatter and uglier than even her husband, didn't notice her husband leering at her son's young, ripe wife. She was too busy beating her gums and stuffing food into her fat mouth.
Ronald glanced at Elaine fleetingly, a sheepish look on his face.
It was after midnight when Rick came home, and he was roaring drunk. He tried to fuck his wife, but couldn't get it up.
"Your brother did better than that," Elaine said.
"Huh?"
"Ronald raped me this afternoon," she said. "Right here on this bed." "Huh?"
"I said your brother fucked me while you were out playing around! His cock is bigger than yours, too!"
Her words fell on deaf ears. Rick had passed out.