Chapter 7

Harry Ames sat on the edge of the bed and watched his wife move to the closet for her dress. She had such a great build. Slim hips, high protruding tits. Such a shame she was such a cold ass. Harry shook his head.

Alta's dress slid down over her head; Harry reached out and grabbed her around the waist, letting his hand slide down to the top of her panties. His fingers slipped under the band and he touched soft cunt hair.

Alta jerked back. "Stop it, Harry! God, is that all you ever think of? You're a goddamned sex fiend. I sometimes feel like all you want is to throw me on the bed and screw me."

"Well, you're right, and you're wrong. Harry thought. All I think of is fucking, but not you. You're a substitute for Kitty Halstead. Jesus, what a hot little prick-teaser. Kitty had on bikini panties today and they were pulled tight in her crotch and she had let him see all there was to see . . . and maybe then some.

Harry was thinking of Elaine Keller. She was the sexiest woman he had ever known. Since meeting her on Tuesday, he had had lunch with her every day. His cock hurt from wanting to fuck her. He hoped she would be at the party tonight.

And that little Kitty Halstead. God, what a sexy little cunt she was. She had exposed her pantied cunt to him every day this week as he sat behind his desk with a hard-on. He knew he had to watch it; she was his for the taking. He visualized the way the hair of her cunt stuck out around the edges of her panties, and he started to get a hard-on.

Harry unzipped and pulled out his cock and looked at it. He was proud of his cock; it was easily nine inches long and as fat as a bat. He stroked his prick slowly until it had stretched out to its full length.

Alta glanced over and saw what he was doing. "Christ! You make me sick!"

Harry continued to pull on his meat. "If you'd give me a little pussy once in a while, I wouldn't be like this."

"You never want a little, you want a lot." She looked at his hard cock. God, it would feel so good shoved up inside her twat; she liked fucking, yet she fought it.

Harry hadn't had any cunt since Monday, and he was in need. "Pull down your pants and let me have a feel," he said, "for old time's sake."

Alta shrugged and lifted her skirt. "Take a good look, because that's all you're going to get."

Harry dropped to his knees and grabbed her panties and pulled them down to mid-thigh. His mouth was between her thighs in an instant and his tongue snaked up into her cunt.

"Harreeee, stop that!" she screamed, yet her legs parted as far apart as her panties would allow. Her skirt dropped back over his head as her hands went to the back of his head. She pulled his face into her cunt. "You bastard . . . suck me . . . make me come."

Ten-year-old Hal stood outside the door watching. His little prick was rock hard inside his pants.

Alta came almost immediately, almost falling on top of her cunt-sucking husband. "Harry, Harry, Harry!" she moaned. "Stop now! We'll be late for the party."

Harry could still taste his wife's cunt when he opened the door and let Angie Gillis in. "Hi, Angie. I'm sure glad you could sit for us tonight. I don't know who we'd have called if your name hadn't been given to us."

"Glad to be of service, Mr. Ames. A girl needs to make some money, too."

"Well, I've had nothing but glowing reports about you. I'm sure you'll like Hal, and he'll like you."

Hal introduced the sitter to the sittee, then he and Alta left the house. Angie stood at the front window and watched them drive away.

"She looks like a high-priced whore in that slinky gown," she mumbled.

Hal looked up from the TV. "Huh?"

Angie whirled from the window. "It's after nine, you little turd. Turn off the TV and get ready for bed."

"You can't talk to me like that!" Hal said.

"I'll talk to you any way I please, you little snot. Now turn off the TV before I beat the shit out of you." Angie doubled her fists and walked towards him.

Hal had never had a sitter like this before. He turned off the television and raced for his bedroom. He was completely naked when he realized she was standing in the doorway watching him. He covered himself quickly with his hands. "Go away while I get in my pajamas. I'll tell my mom on you."

"I'll close my eyes while you put them on. Okay?"

Hal was bewildered. He quickly pulled on his pajamas. "Okay, I'm dressed," he said.

Angie opened her eyes. "Did you go pee?"

"Yes," Hal said.

"Take it out and let me see."

"You can't tell by looking."

"I can; I have a special gift. Take your prick out."

Hal stared at the girl with surprise, yet he reached down and took out his cock. It hung limp and small from the opening in his pajamas.

"You lied. You didn't pee!"

"How can you tell?" He looked down at his cock. He was amazed. He hadn't pee'd, but how could she tell?

"I can tell by the way it hangs," Angie said. "I'll bet you're too little to get it hard."

"I can too!" Hal said.

"Let's see." Hal stood and looked at her. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before.

"Well, don't just stand there . . . play with it.

Get your little cock good and hard. I like boys better if their pricks are hard."

Hal pulled on his cock but it remained soft.

"I knew you couldn't get it hard," Angie said.

"I can, I can! Only you make me too nervous."

"I don't believe you, but I'll give you one more chance. I'll turn my back, and when it's hard, you call me."

Hal closed his eyes and thought of his father on his knees with his face up between his mother's legs. He started jacking-off. He knew Angie wasn't looking, and his cock stiffened. When he had it as hard as it would get, he called to Angie.

She turned and stared at Hal's pecker and grew very excited. "Jesus!" she said.

Angie had always made sure she saw the little cocks of the boys she babysat, but it seemed so much more exciting now that she had felt Rudy's prick and had watched two people actually fucking. And Hal's cock seemed so much bigger than the other little boys'.

Angie remembered giving one little boy a bath and carefully washing his cock and balls, and how he had gotten hard and how it excited her. She liked to wait until they were asleep, too, and then tiptoe in and feel their little cocks and then play with her pussy until she made it.

"Can I feel it?" she asked.

"Yes, yes," he answered softly.

She took the gristly little prick in her hand.

"Oh, Hal, it's so hard!"

He thrust into her palm and she started masturbating him. Since the wild excitement of feeling Rudy's cock stiffen and grow, and then spurt its warm, slick liquid into her hand, she had thought of little else. She was still angry with herself for turning chicken and running away from Rudy on Tuesday.

"Do you like this, Hal?" she asked, push-pulling on his cock.

"Oh, yes, Angie! Don't stop!"

"You won't tell anyone, will you?"

"No!"

"Not anyone. Not even your mom."

" 'Specially not my mom," Hal said with a snicker.

Angie felt weak with excitement. The thought of having him fucking her cunt raced through her mind. His cock was little and it wouldn't hurt her; maybe it would be best to start with a little one.

"Will you kiss it, Angie?" Hal asked.

"Hal! Where did you ever get such an idea?"

"The other day I saw Mom put Dad's thing in her mouth and it made me feel all excited."

"Oh, God, honey!" Angie exclaimed, sinking to her knees. "Does your dad have a big one?"

"Boy, it really is big, Mom could hardly get it in her mouth."

Angie moaned and his pecker sank into her mouth.

"Oh Angie! That feels good! Suck it!" Hal started pushing eagerly against her face. "I saw Dad put his face up between mom's legs tonight and she acted like she really liked it. Would you like me to do that to you?"

Angie nodded her head and kept sucking. She had his entire prick in her mouth now.

"They didn't know I was watching, but I was," he said, then his cock stiffened. "Angie, Angie .. . it's good!"

The boy climaxed. There was a little salty ooze, but no wild spurt like Angie wanted. She continued sucking until Hal shoved her away. She lay back on the floor.

"Will you put your head between my legs now?" Angie asked.

"I don't want to now. Maybe some other time." "You said you would."

"No, I didn't. I just asked if you wanted me to. I'm sleepy now. I want to go to bed." He pushed his pecker into his pajamas and jumped onto the bed.

Angie knew he wouldn't do it now; she had sucked him too long, and he came, and he was finished. "You won't tell anyone what we did, will you?"

"I said I wouldn't." He was under the covers now.

Angie shrugged and snapped out the light and left the room. She rummaged through the house until she found the liquor, selected a bottle of Scotch. Angie drank it straight.

Lighting up, she dragged on the cigarette, then took a sip of Scotch, repeating the process until the glass was empty and she felt quite good.

Angie spread her legs apart, fumbling the front of her jeans open, her hand darting inside, deep into the hairy vee. She was very hairy around her cunt, especially for a sixteen-year-old.

"Goddamn, it feels good already!" she cried.

She spread her legs wider. Her fingers parted the lips of her cunt. Her cunt was red inside, red and already wet, all slippery and slimy.

"I love to jack-off," she said out loud. "I wish could jack-off forever." She lifted her hand out of her jeans and looked at her hairy pussy. "I love you, pussy. I love the way you make me feel when I play with you."

Angie was consumed with lust; her episode with the boy and then the Scotch had done its job. Her finger glided into her cunt, in and out, in and out in and out. She moaned.

I'm about to come, she thought, just a minute more, and then I'll drink some more Scotch and use the bottle instead of my finger. I'm almost there, just another second or two.

And then she heard the front door open, and voices: Mr. and Mrs. Ames were back already. She jerked her hand from the front of her jeans and tried to get the buttons buttoned. She was only half successful.

Harry and Alta Ames arrived at the party at nine-thirty. They were met at the door by the host, George McBride. George McBride was the richest man in Bear Claw, a pillar of the community, president of the school board, chairman of the local bank. He was bald-headed and round-faced. His eyes lusted at the sight of Alta Ames.

The house was filled with people drinking, talking, some dancing to a small combo. At the end of the first week of school each year, George McBride held an open house, inviting the teachers and the better people of the community. It was his little get-acquainted affair as school-board president. It was also his chance to size up the new faces-and figures-for the coming year.

He took Alta by the arm and directed the Ameses to the ornate bar. "Have a cocktail or two to loosen up and I'll introduce you around," he said. He held especially tight to Alta's arm.

Elaine Keller was already there, and as usual, she was surrounded by men. Rick had declined to attend, saying he couldn't stand all those asshole snobs and dumb fucking schoolteachers. He told Elaine he was going to shoot some pool with his buddies. Actually, he was meeting Kitty Halstead. Elaine's eyes met Harry's. Alta saw the look, tossed down her drink; and quickly reached for another.

"Not too fast, hon," Harry said. "You know what martinis do to you." He was on his third.

Alta leaned close to her husband and swallowed the martini in one gulp. "Fuck you," she whispered, then turned to George McBride and squeezed his flabby arm. "Your home is simply marvelous, Mr. McBride."

"Thank you, my dear. And call me George. May I call you Alta?"

"Of course, George," she said. She had picked up another martini.

Harry looked at his wife and shook his head. He could tell from her eyes that she was getting drunk already.

"If your husband doesn't mind," George McBride was saying, "I'd be delighted to give you! personal tour."

"He won't mind," Alta replied.

Harry didn't even hear her because he was moving off through the crowd towards Elaine Keller.

"Dance with me, Harry," Elaine purred when he reached her side.

Alta saw them move onto the dance floor and she didn't object when she felt George McBride's arm slide smoothly around her waist. She refilled her empty glass.

"Come along, Alta. I have much to show you," he said.

Alta didn't mind the old man's arm around her waist because she knew she would fall if it wasn't there. She felt giddy and wild, and had the urge to shout for Harry to fuck the stupid blond right there on the dance floor so everyone could see what a magnificent cock he had. It made her tingle, too, the way McBride's fat fingers were tracing little patterns on her hip.

As they got farther from the noise of the party, he held her tighter, the palm of his hand now on her stomach. Alta felt the little shocks of sexual excitement and knew she was drunk and unable to resist any serious assault. She let him pull her around until he had her pressed against his big belly. They were about the same height and their lips met automatically.

Alta vaguely realized that they were in a bedroom, a lavish and dimly-lit bedroom, and she also realized that while the fat man kissed her, his hand had lifted her skirt and was caressing her nylon-covered butt. She knew better, yet she hunched against him.

His hand moved up to the waistband of her panties and down inside. "You're not wearing pantyhose," he said.

"No. Harry said it was informal, and it is such a warm evening." Her voice trailed off as he kissed her again and his finger trailed down the deep groove. By the time his hand was between her legs, she was squirming, her tongue deep in his mouth.

And now, my second infidelity, she thought, as they both fell back onto the bed.

She lay motionless as George McBride got back to his feet and slowly lifted her skirt and just as slowly pulled her panties down her legs and off her feet.

He gazed momentarily at the exquisite creation nestled between Alta's legs and then unbuckled his belt. With his pants and shorts around his knees, he put his hands on her thighs and got onto the bed.

She wasn't sure she wanted it to happen, yet her legs came open. He fumbled clumsily until she reached down and found his cock. It wasn't big like Harry's, but it wasn't bad, either. Her cunt was wet and she easily inserted him.

As she felt George McBride's cock move effortlessly into her cunt, she thought of her husband dancing with the big blonde. Harry was a marvelous dancer, and he somehow always ended up on the dance floor with a blonde.

"Faster," she cried softly. "It feels good! Make me come ... I need to come!"

She didn't notice his tremendous weight, but he had all his cock in and she knew she would make it. It felt so good, so damn good, better than any she'd had since the Marine Captain had used her so wantonly. She realized that there had been none but Harry's prick since that time, and she marveled at the thrill of a strange prick.

She went wild when she felt McBride's milk pouring into her belly and orgasmed. She came to a peak again before the first was past and orgasmed again.

"God Almighty!" she groaned. "Here less than half an hour and getting fucked by a stranger . . . almost a stranger. It's good . . . don't stop!"

George McBride was gasping and hunching wildly, then he stopped. "Ooooh," he moaned gruffly. "You're a good fuck, lady!"

He pulled out, his cock still dripping, and watched the milky goo fall in long strings and slide down her thigh. He milked his prick until the side of her leg was covered with the stuff.

Alta felt sick. She wanted to vomit. She wanted his prick back inside her cunt. The tears came to her eyes and she wanted to go home.

It was a lovely, warm evening and they had moved out to the patio to dance. There was only one other couple dancing on the patio. Elaine could feel Harry's prick through his pants against her thigh. He felt very big and it excited her.

"Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry ..." she moaned softly into his half-open mouth. They clutched each other tightly, their bodies drawn close together, moving only slightly to the sound of the music.

"I wish we could be alone, Harry . .. completely alone," she said. "I want you, Mister, I want you very much."

Harry could feel her full breasts against his chest, her firm belly tight against his, her thick female thighs one on each side of his own. He knew she could feel his prick, it was so hard he thought it would split open.

"Maybe we could slip away for a while," he said. He knew Alta had to be plastered by now.

"Do you think we could?"

"I'm wild about you, Elaine." He knew it wasn't true, but he said it anyway: "I think I'm falling in love with you."

"Oh, Harry, darling, darling," she moaned, hunching against him repeatedly. She liked dry-humping with a man, especially if his cock was hard and big enough to feel. Harry's was.

Mac Donovan stepped onto the patio and saw them kissing, saw Harry's hand holding tightly to her ass, saw Elaine humping wantonly against him. He didn't have to wait in line very long, Mac thought. I always knew she was a slut.

He stepped back inside the door and said loudly, "Hey, Harry, where are you?"

Harry stepped into the house, his face flushed. "You looking for me, Mac?" he said. He looked angry.

"Yeah. Your wife is looking for you. She's sick, wants to go home."

"Shit!" Harry said. "Just a minute, I'll be right back." He went back outside.

Later, Harry helped Alta into the car. Her legs were wobbly and her mascara was streaked down the front of her face.

"I'm sorry, honey. You know what martinis do to me," Alta said, her voice an insipid whine.

"It's okay, baby," Harry said.

"And I have a terrible headache."

Harry went around the car to the driver's side.

"You're a mess, honey," Harry said as he drove down the street. "Your skirt looks like you slept in it."

"When I felt my headache start, I laid down," she replied guiltily. She didn't mention that George McBride had lain on top of her, or that the dainty little step-ins she had worn to the party were still on the floor in one of McBride's bedrooms. She felt a wetness between her legs and thought she might get sick. "Just get me home. I want to go to bed."

Harry stopped the car in the driveway and got out and went to the front door and unlocked it. Alta pushed past him and started down the hall.

"Pay the girl and take her home, Harry. I'm going right to bed," she said. Harry stepped into the front room and stopped. He couldn't quite believe it-Angie had been playing with herself.

As Harry came on into the room, Angie let the tail of her shirt fall down to cover her gaping fly. Her hands trembled.

"How much do I owe you, Angie?" Harry asked, his face red.

"Uh, gee, I don't know. You've only been gone an hour or so."

"Alta got a headache. We left the party early."

Angie looked different to him somehow. She looked sexy and exciting. Watch yourself, old man, he told himself. "Do you have to go right home?" he said.

"No, not really. Why?"

"I feel like talking. Care if I sit down?"

"Geez, it's your house," Angie said. All of a sudden, she felt in command. She noticed how red Harry's face was, and the booze was throbbing in her temple, making her feel brave and brazen.

Harry sat down on the couch beside her. "I saw what you were doing, Angie," he said, avoiding her eyes.

Angie decided to play it cool. "How could you help it?"

Harry was amazed at her aplomb; it unnerved him. He saw the open bottle of Scotch and Angie's empty glass. "You've been drinking my Scotch," he said.

"Yes," she replied.

"You're only sixteen, Angie."

"So? I like Scotch."

Harry was jarred, but he began to see the girl in an entirely different light. "I think I need a drink. Do you want one?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Angie said. "On the rocks, no ice."

Harry shrugged, made her a drink. "Cigarette?" he said. "Yes," Angie answered.

Harry noticed the gap in her shirt tail, noticed the open vee in her jeans, noticed the black hair lurking inside. Harry felt his cock harden and he took a stiff pull on his drink.

"Do you masturbate often, Angie?" he said.

Her eyes narrowed to slits as the blue haze of smoke oozed from her nostrils and her hand moved to the opening in her jeans. "Yeah, pretty often. Did it excite you to catch me jacking-off?"

"Yes, I'm afraid it did," he said softly.

"Will your wife come back in?"

"No. She's out. Her headaches do that to her."

"Would you like to see my cunt?" She spread open her fly. The hair was thick and dark and curly.

"God, yes," Harry moaned, breathing heavily. "I will if you take out your prick. I want to see it."

Harry knew he was being foolish, stupid even, still he unzipped and hauled out his massive cock. It was throbbing hard, the blue veins pulsing in stark relief.

"My God, it's so big!" Angie cried, her hand reaching out to touch it. "And you're not circumcised. I never saw one that wasn't circumcised before." Her fingers closed around the thick shaft and she slowly pulled the foreskin back to reveal his fat, crimson glans. It looked damp and elegant. "Can I ... do you want me to kiss it?"

"God, yes, Angie! Kiss it!"

She planted a wet kiss on the tiny, oozing hole. It was wet and sticky and tasted salty. "Shall I suck it?"

"God, yes, suck it!" He hunched up to meet her lips. "Have you ever done it before?"

She looked up at him. "Are you worried that I don't know how?"

"Jesus, no . . . just suck it!"

"I've sucked lots of cock," she lied. "Now do you want to talk about it, or do you want me to suck your cock?"

"Suck my cock!" he groaned.

Her wet lips slid down over the shining head of his prick and he gasped, no longer the cool, commanding teacher. He reached down and pulled up her shirt, his hand sliding across her bare back. God, it felt so good.

Angie marveled at the size of this precious man's pecker. So long, and so thick, why, it was all she could do to get the whole head in her mouth. Of course, she could hold the shaft in her little fist and rub the skin up and down while she suckled on his fat prick-head.

She must be doing it good, the way he was squirming around and rubbing her back, and . . . and, Oh Jesus, he was sliding his hand down the back of her jeans. Oh, Goddamn! Goddamn! It felt good the way he rubbed his thick finger in the deep cleft of her ass. And, Jesus, he was rubbing against her asshole, and ... Oh God! She sucked ravenously.

Harry grabbed her head and pulled her away. "Stop!"

Angie raised her head, a hurt look on her face. "Don't I do it good?"

"You do it marvelously, honey, just marvelously."

"Then why do you want me to stop?"

"I was about to come."

"Don't you want to come? I'll take it in my mouth, Mr. Ames. Swallow it all if you want me to."

His eyes were blurry with lust. "I'd love that, Angie, but right now . . . this time ... I'd rather, rather ..."

"You want to fuck me?" she said, her eyes going wide. She felt loose and open between her legs, like she could really fuck his huge prick, all of it.

"Yes, I want to fuck you, Angie."

"Where?"

"Right here on the couch. Take your clothes off."

For the First time, she felt shy. She also felt the muscles in her cunt tightening, closing up, like they did with Rudy. "I ... I can't. I shouldn't, I ... I just can't," she gasped.

"Yes, you can. It's what you wanted when I came in. You want me to fuck you, Angie, and I'm going to."

He reached over and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She sat rigid, her eyes closed, as he peeled the garment off her shoulders.

"My God, Angie! Your tits are beautiful, big and beautiful!"

Angie felt a surge of pride and she thrust her chest out. Her tits were smooth and swelled out to a point, the areolas and nipples large and pink. She gasped for air when his mouth closed over one nipple. She raised up when she felt his hands pushing on her jeans, and he somehow got them down to her ankles.

Harry moved to the other tit and brought the nipple to a hard knob, then slid his mouth slowly down her belly, stopping at her belly button. "I'm going to keep moving down, Angie, I'm going to kiss your cunt; I'm going to eat you. Do you want me to eat you?"

Angie's legs came open. He moved over her pussy with his mouth. She gasped at the feel of his fingers spreading the hair away, and then his tongue-Oh God!-his marvelous tongue snaked into her slit! Her eyes popped open, though, when she felt his hand slide under her bottom and his finger probing at the tightly-puckered hole of her ass. She had never realized how sensitive her asshole was, how good it felt to have it played with.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she hissed, "make me ready to fuck. I want it. I want it!"

She opened her legs as far as they would go and put her hands on his head. His tongue was up inside her cunt, and then she felt his finger push into her ass and she started coming. It was a spend like she had never before experienced-shattering and violent. She was ready to be fucked, ready for more orgasms. She bucked against his sucking mouth.

Harry tongue-fucked her, and he ass-fucked her, his finger all the way in her anus. He had suspected her anus was sexually erotic from the way she had jerked when he first touched her there.

She shuddered, moaning softly, when he removed his finger, another orgasm fluttering up her spine. "I'm ready, Harry! Fuck me, please!"

Harry stood up and quickly took his clothes off. He spread out on top of her. He kissed her hard on the mouth, his face wet with her pussy slime, and let his heavy cock loll down between her legs to throb against her thighs. His cock was as hard as plaster as it nudged against her hairy cunt. It was the hard-on he had intended for the elegant Elaine, and now he was getting ready to shove it to a sixteen-year-old girl. She was probably still a virgin. "Are you sure?" he said.

"God, yes, I'm sure. Don't worry about hurting me, Mr. Ames."

"Why, aren't you a virgin?"

"Well, almost," she giggled.

"What do you mean, almost?"

"Oh, I've used things on myself. I'm not a cherry if that worries you," she said frankly. Still, she hadn't expected his cock to be so big.

"This isn't a candle, honey."

"God, don't I know it. Do it, put it in me!" She lifted her hips, hunching lewdly against him.

Harry shrugged, suspecting that he'd have fucked her no matter what she said. He pressed the fat end of his cock to her open hole. She was sopping wet and wide open and his cock-head went easily inside. He pushed and felt her stiffen.

"Hurt?" he asked.

"A little, but don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Harry didn't intend to stop. He had his arms around her, holding her tight, her generous young tits pressed against his chest. He let his mouth come down to cover hers wetly before he pushed on. And then pushed in, not hard, yet firmly and steadily. Inch by inch, her young cunt swallowed up his cock.

"Relax, honey, relax and enjoy," he said softly, feeling her tenseness, feeling the grimace of her lips against his.

It hurt, stretching and pulling at her cunt, and she wished she hadn't let him, wished he would stop, but she relaxed a little. It helped to relax, so she tried moving a little with him; that helped even more, and then it started to feel good, just a little, but good just the same.

Angie wasn't sure when the change took place, but all of a sudden it felt real good. The feeling grew better and better, and when she realized she had all of him, when that whole damn prick was up inside her cunt, she started hunching.

Harry felt the difference when her cunt stopped fighting him and accepted his prick, and he started fucking. He loosened his grip around her and he gripped the cheeks of her tender ass, his full weight on top of her, surging, thrusting.

"Yes, yes ... Oh God! Yes, play with my ass, Mr. Ames!"

"Call me Harry when I'm fucking you."

"Play with my ass, Harry! Put your finger in!"

Harry spread her cheeks with his hands, then brought one hand up to his mouth to wet his finger, and then put it back to her asshole and pushed it in. Angie groaned with satisfaction.

"Good, good, good!" she cried, and started coming.

In the bedroom, Alta lay on the bed naked except for her tiny half slip. She had been too drunk to take anything and had stripped to her slip before passing out on the bed. Yet, the strange sounds from the front room roused her. She staggered down the hall, still very drunk, her head reeling. She sobered very appreciably.

Alta saw the babysitter take her husband's prick in her mouth. And then he was down between her legs . . . the sonofabitch was sucking her cunt!

And then, Jesus, they were both naked and he was on top of her. He was going to fuck her, the honorable Harry Ames was fucking one of his students. Goddamn, can she take that big cock of his, she thought, it even hurts me sometimes, and she's so young.

Alta realized that she didn't feel sick any more, and her headache was gone. Watching her husband fuck another woman, or girl, was better than any aspirin she had ever had. Then she realized how wet she was between her legs and her hand pressed into her crotch through her slip. The slip quickly became soaking wet as she masturbated through the nylon garment.

"Fuck her, Harry. Nail the little brat to the couch," she said softly, realizing it was like therapy to watch him fuck the little girl. The pain of her infidelity, so heavy on her heart, seemed to melt away. It was no longer valid-Harry was cheating on her; he was fucking another girl.

Alta started coming, coming hard and with considerable satisfaction. It was such a relaxed and unburdened feeling that she started to wet herself, also. It ran down her legs, soaked her slip, and filled her hand. She continued masturbating and peeing, the feeling so good that she didn't want it to ever stop.

It did stop, though, and she leaned weakly against the doorjamb, the last prickly feelings of her orgasm seeping from her pores.

She turned and headed back to the bedroom happy and satisfied. One thing, she was very happy about, she decided, was that he was fucking the babysitter and not that schoolteacher friend of his. That buxom blonde was just too much competition, at least for right now.

Harry hadn't seen nor heard his wife in the doorway. He was far too interested in the youthful snatch that surrounded his bursting cock, and the way Angie moaned and urged him on. She had orgasmed when he first shoved his finger into her ass, and she was coming again now. He still had his finger deep inside her ass and his cock was as far inside her cunt as it would go when he felt his balls emptying their charge.

He shot inside her cunt while her eager young pussy milked each jet as fast as it came. He could stand no more and he jerked free. They both lay panting for a long, long time.

They finally got dressed and decided on one more drink before he took her home. The drink turned into several and both were quite drunk when they left the house.

Harry stopped in front of her house and drew her close, kissing her wetly. She responded immediately.

"Oh, Harry, darling, it was marvelous. I love it," she said.

"I told you to call me Harry when I'm fuckin you," he said drunkenly.

"Then you better fuck me again, Harry, because I'm going to call you Harry," she moaned. "Harry Harry, darling Harry!"

He had his hand inside her jeans again and he marveled at the heavy growth she had on he snatch. He teased her pussy, his finger sliding back and forth in the deep slit.

"Play with my ass again!" she moaned, raisin up to push her jeans down.

It was stupid, and Harry knew it, but her jean ended up on the floorboard. It was new and exciting to finger a girl's anus; he had never done before. He liked the way it was so tight at first and then relaxed to let him in. He got his finger all the way in and dropped his face to her pussy.

The juices ran freely from her cunt and she orgasmed. He liked the taste of her pussy, it was so ripe and pungent, and she responded so violently when he fucked her ass with his finger.

He was sure she would have one sore asshole in the morning, and one sore pussy, too. He watched her go into the house and felt the first pangs of remorse. It was so damn stupid; they could send him up until he was an old man if she cried rape, if her father didn't kill him first.

His own house was dark and quiet when he entered, and he had another hard-on. He couldn't understand it. He knew what a terrible risk he had taken; yet Angie was so young . . . and so eager, and so built. His cock grew harder. He finally went into the bedroom.

Alta was lying naked on the bed. Out cold, he thought. He undressed. When he crawled onto the bed, she roused and turned towards him.

"Fuck me, Harry," she said, rolling on top of him. Straddling him, her hand grasped his prick. He went in easily and, when she came down, his entire cock went in. She started humping immediately.

"God, yes, Harry, let's fuck and fuck and fuck!"

Alta had never acted like this before, and Harry couldn't begin to understand it. He relaxed and let her contracting pussy slide up and down on his cock. It was good, damn good.