Chapter 8
On Monday, much to his relief, Harry found he could look Angie Gillis squarely in the eye. He felt a little apprehensive, though, because something about Angie hinted that it would happen again.
The week passed painfully uneventful. Everything was geared for the first football game.
Friday dawned dreary and overcast, and by evening it was damp and cold. Harry and Alta watched the game from their car, which was parked close to the sidelines. There were bleachers along one side, but it was packed solid.
"I've always thought football was a stupid game," Alta said, sliding closer to Harry. "If you'll get the car warmed up, I'll let you play with my legs. Make it more interesting."
Harry grinned and turned on the engine. "It'll be warm in a minute," he said.
Alta had been unusually responsive all week, even aggressive at times. He couldn't understand her change, but he wasn't knocking it. She was a fine piece of ass when she was in the mood.
Alta kissed him wetly and hotly. Harry could taste the liquor on her snaking tongue. When she broke the kiss, she snapped open the glove compartment and took out a pint.
"Better have a little snort, Harry, and catch up with me," she said, uncapping and taking a quick pull.
Harry took the bottle. "Okay, but just a short one, and you better slow down. I have to chaperone the dance following the ball game, and I sure as hell can't take you along if you're all sauced up."
Alta kissed him again, her tongue darting in and out like a rampaging cock. She was hot for sure, and in the mood to fuck. They looked up again as Bear Claw scored its second touchdown.
"He's good," Alta squealed, "the big tall one. He's the same one that scored the other time. Isn't he?"
"Yeah. That's Rudy Wilcox. He should be playing in Minneapolis instead of Bear Claw. He could write his own ticket if he was at a big high school. Maybe he can anyway."
At half time, Harry went to the refreshment stand for hot coffee. He had to rearrange himself once he got out of the car because he had a hard-on. Alta had been feeling him through his pants and he had been playing with her legs, her long, slim legs that felt so good sheathed in smooth nylon.
He stepped up to the counter at the same moment that Elaine Keller did.
"Hi, Harry," she said, her husky voice sending prickles up Harry's spine. "Haven't seen much of you this week."
"Not my fault," Harry said.
"I know it. My damn husband has met me every night after school, and here he comes now," she said.
Rick Keller came up, deliberately bumping Harry with his shoulder. He lit a cigarette and then glanced at Harry. "Sorry," he said sullenly, then to Elaine, "Come on, baby, let's get back in that auto. I need another drink."
Elaine shrugged her shoulders helplessly and tossed Harry a glance that turned his spine to jelly.
She looked absolutely fantastic, almost too good to be flesh and blood. Her short, blonde hair curled around her angelic face. Harry thought he was going to wet his pants, he wanted her so bad. She was the sexiest broad he had ever laid eyes on. He watched her tightly-encased ass sway as she walked away with her husband.
Harry returned to the car. He slid in beside Alta and handed her the coffee. "Colder than a well digger's balls," he said.
Alta giggled and took the pint from the glove box. "We'll just spike this a bit and warm you up."
"Take it easy, hon. If you get loaded, I'll take you home and leave you."
"Don't be a spoil sport," she said, lacing each coffee liberally.
They finished their coffees and started necking. Harry's hand moved up her leg. The crotch of her pantyhose grew wet under his nimble fingers.
"Push them down so you can feel me up right," Alta said, lifting up off the seat.
He got her pantyhose down to her knees before he moved back up to cup her wet cunt. She moaned softly as his finger slid into her sucking hole, her hand groping at the front of his trousers. She had his cock out in short order, her hand pulling the foreskin up and down over the fat knob.
"I'd let you fuck me right here," she whispered, "if that man in the next car would quit glancing over here."
Harry stiffened and sat up straight. "Jesus Christ, Alta," he snorted, his hand pulling away from her cunt.
"Put it back, honey, I was only teasing," Alta giggled.
They continued like this, neither seeing much of the second half. Bear Claw won going away with Rudy scoring five touchdowns.
Harry stuffed his cock back into his pants and zipped up. "Pull up your pantyhose, Alta, we have to sponsor a dance."
"I'd rather go home and fuck, or even fuck right here," she said.
"Me too, but duty calls. Maybe the dance will end early."
"I hope so, or I might try fucking one of those footballs players behind the record player."
Harry looked at his wife with surprise. Remarks like that were completely out of keeping for Alta-probably just the booze. He watched her struggle to get the pantyhose back into place.
The dance got under way slowly, the kids dribbling in. The lights had dimmed and four or five couples were dancing before the ball players started to make an appearance. It was almost midnight when Rudy made his entrance with Kitty hanging on his arm.
"That's the big star," Harry told Alta.
"Why he looks like he's . . . he's ..."
"Mexican? Half, I think."
"He's handsome, but God, that little tramp on his arm." "The school sexpot."
"I can believe that," Alta snapped. She had sobered considerably, her natural prudishness rearing its ugly head.
The kids weren't allowed to leave the building once they were inside, yet many seemed to be getting drunk. Harry knew they had brought the booze in with them, but if they remained orderly, he decided to do nothing. He'd gotten loaded at a few school dances himself.
Rudy Wilcox walked over to where Alta and Harry were sitting. "Hi, Mr. Ames. Good game, huh?"
"Excellent, Rudy. You were hot tonight," Harry said. He stood up. "This is my wife, Alta."
"Glad to meet you, Mrs. Ames," Rudy said politely, then he belched loudly. His face reddened. "I'm awfully sorry," he stammered, his face turning red.
"That's perfectly all right. Accidents do happen," Alta said, smiling at the handsome boy. He was positively beautiful, such fine features, such grace, even though he had obviously been drinking. Alta blushed at her thoughts.
"I was going to ask you to dance, Mrs. Ames, but now I don't know if I should," Rudy said.
"I think you should," Alta said, getting to her feet.
They danced stiffly for several minutes. "You can hold me tighter than that, Rudy; I won't break," Alta finally said, snuggling against him. He was lean and hard.
"I... I noticed you the minute I came in, Mrs. Ames. I knew you had to be Mr. Ames' wife; his wife had to be beautiful."
"Why, thank you, Rudy, for both of us. Call me Alta; I'm not one of your teachers." She snuggled closer, pressing her tits against him. She felt a strange thrill. "Where's your girl?"
"Aw, she's dancing with one of the other jocks. She likes to dance with a lot of guys. I don't mind, really. Besides, she's pretty drunk."
Alta pressed her cheek into Rudy's neck, watching the girl of their conversation over his shoulder. Kitty was going round and round with a big youth, her mouth fastened tightly to the boy's. Alta's eyes went wide as the boy whirled her out away from his body. She wore a pleated skirt and it twirled. She wore no panties. The boy whirled her again and again, her skirt flaring high above her hips; her hairy mound, her bare ass displayed for all who cared to look. When the boy pulled her back, his hand went under her skirt, obviously feeling her bare cunt.
Alta gasped, dancing so as to keep Rudy's back to the scene. Poor boy, she thought. Alta wasn't sure why, but when the music stopped, she kissed Rudy on the lips. Rudy stiffened, yet he kissed back ardently.
Silently, they walked back to where Harry was sitting. Alta turned to the tall boy and whispered, "Dance with me again in a few minutes," then she sat down beside her husband.
Alta she glanced at Harry, caught his intense gaze, and followed it to the other end of the gym. Even in the dim light, she could see whom he was looking at. Elaine Keller had come in and was standing just inside the door. "What's she doing here?" Alta asked.
"How the hell would I know?"
"I see her husband isn't with her . . . again."
Harry grinned, his heart pounding with excitement. "Yeah. But you have to admit she's a fine looking woman."
"Oh, I suppose, if you like the splashy type," Alta scowled.
Before Harry could answer, Rudy walked up awkwardly. "Could I dance with Al . . . Mrs. Ames again?" he stammered.
"Of course," Alta said, almost jumping into his arms. She turned and looked at her husband. "You'd better go and see what the hussy wants. Maybe she has a flat tire," Alta said sarcastically.
Harry watched Alta and Rudy glide across the floor and decided he really did like that boy. He walked across the gym, his legs feeling rubbery.
Her hair was slightly tousled, her lipstick smeared, and she was just a wee bit tight.
"Rick got terribly drunk so I took him home. I knew you'd be here," she said, her hand reaching out to touch his. "Was that your wife you were with?"
"Yes," Harry answered. His palm was sweaty, clammy, when he took hers. "Maybe I can get her drunk."
"I'll be terribly disappointed if you can't."
She was standing very close, her lips inches from his. He knew he shouldn't, but he kissed her. She eagerly sucked his tongue deep into her mouth.
"She's dancing with Rudy Wilcox," Harry gasped.
"Get him to take her home."
"God, I wish I could."
"Maybe you can," Elaine said. "Look."
Harry turned and stared with disbelief. Rudy was kissing his wife. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and was hunching lewdly against him as they danced. Harry wasn't sure he could believe his eyes. "Let's go over and sit properly and see what happens," he said.
Alta had moved tightly into Rudy's arms. She pressed her face to his neck, her lips kissing lightly. "I need a drink, Rudy, this stuffy dance sobered me completely."
"I have a flask in my pocket, almost half full," Rudy said.
"Give it to me."
Alta took the flash from his hand and openly took a drink, then another. The two slugs settled hotly in her belly before she took a third, a long one. "Now hold me tight," she said, slipping the flash back into Rudy's pocket.
They danced close, Alta's mouth doing wet little things to Rudy's neck and ear. His cock swelled. Alta felt it, too, and she wrapped her arms around him when they kissed. She rubbed herself against the bulge in his pants.
"Where's your girlfriend?" she whispered.
"If you mean Kitty, she's not my girl any more. She went out to the car with Fred . . . and Kenny."
"You poor darling."
"Don't feel sorry for me, Mrs., uh, Alta."
"I don't, Rudy. Why should I feel sorry for you when you have something better-Me!" The liquor had done its job; Alta felt totally uninhibited. She kissed him. "Take me home, Rudy," she hissed.
Rudy was stunned. "What . . . what about your husband? He's watching us."
"He isn't even looking, and I want you, Rudy. My poor husband is dying to fuck that big blonde he's with, and if I go with you, he'll get his chance. She's here because of him, you know."
Alta felt free as a bird and as wanton as a whore. She knew she could fuck with this beautiful boy without any guilt, or remorse, or explanation. Her cunt felt hot and wet.
Rudy was totally flabbergasted; nothing like this had ever happened to him before. He didn't know what to do, so he meekly followed Mrs. Ames out of the gym.
When they stepped into the chill night air, Alta stopped and turned to Rudy. "Where's your car?"
Rudy pointed dumbly. "Over there."
They walked to the corner of the big brick building and stopped abruptly. A big station wagon was parked just around the corner close to the building, the inside lit up brightly. A tall, skinny boy stood just outside the car holding the door open. He was taking a piss, the yellow stream arching out in the flood of light and disappearing in the darkness beyond. "I get another turn," he was saying back into the wagon.
Inside, Kitty Halstead in the back. She was naked and on her hands and knees. A burly fellow was behind her. He wore only a shirt and was hunched over her back, his prick obviously jammed in her cunt. Another boy kneeled in front of her, his prick in her mouth.
"Oh! My God!" Alta gasped, grabbing hold of Rudy.
They stood and watched, Alta's eyes wide, Rudy's mouth hanging open. He was so shocked at the scene that he didn't realize Alta was at his fly until her hand was inside. He gasped with surprise and pleasure as her fingers curled around his hard cock. They watched until both boys had made it and the other climbed in the back for his second try. Alta's hand remained inside Rudy's pants.
In their excitement, they almost ran to the car. Rudy opened the door for her. "My dad's car," he said dumbly.
They kissed hungrily while Alta's hand pulled his throbbing shaft out of his pants. "Rudy, it's beautiful, and so long," she said. It was long and slim and stood straight out.
Alta pulled away and ducked her head to his lap. Fellatio really wasn't her bag, but, it looked so smooth and silky, so utterly lewd. Her mouth slid over the hard, sleek knob and she started sucking.
Rudy leaned back in ecstasy. Her mouth felt so hot and so wet. His cock went into her mouth deeper and deeper, until she had its entire length and gagged. She backed off and then took it in again, gagging each time it entered her throat, yet she still continued.
"Oh, God! Don't stop, it feels so good!" Rudy gurgled. "I'm going to come, Alta! I'm going to come! Keep sucking, take my load, eat it, suck it out!" He put his hand on the back of her head to hold her there.
Alta had no intention of stopping. She wanted his stuff in her mouth, wanted to taste it, to eat it, to suck him dry. When he started coming, she had only the head in her mouth, her hand rubbing rapidly on the long shaft. The first squirt was thick and slippery. She tasted the gooey wad, slid it around in her mouth with her tongue and swallowed. The second squirt wasn't as thick, but there was more of it, and it gave her a distinct burning sensation. There were two more spurts and the rest she had to suck out as it oozed slowly.
When she lifted her head, she had jism at the corner of her mouth and a little wad on her chin.
"Take me home, Rudy," she said.
Rudy drove slowly while she snuggled up to him and played with his limp cock. When he pulled up in front of her house and killed the engine, she said, "Come in with me. Our son is in bed asleep. I'll send the babysitter home and we'll see what can be done about this." She gave his cock a squeeze. "Better zip up, though, she's an old bat and she might be shocked. We prefer the Gillis girl, but she said she was going to the dance. Strange, I didn't see her there."
Rudy stiffened. She wasn't there because he hadn't taken her. Angie had been pretty mad when he told her he was taking Kitty, even if he did promise to break it off after the dance.
A smile crossed Rudy's face. Wednesday night had been all he could think of, at least until Alta Ames had stuck her claws in him. It had been so damn good. Angie's folks had gone to the movies and she took him to her bedroom and stripped naked. And Lord, how he'd fucked her. She just went wild, even made him stick his finger in her ass. Boy, she didn't act like any virgin he'd ever seen.
Alta broke into his pleasant memories by zipping up his pants. They went into the house and found a gray-haired lady asleep on the couch. "Some sitter," Alta said, and shook the old lady by the shoulder.
"Oh, just dozed for a minute. You back all ready?" the lady said, sitting up.
"It's after two, Thelma," Alta said.
Thelma got to her feet and stared at Rudy.
"Harry had to stay and lock up, so Rudy brought me on home."
"Hmmph!" Thelma said.
"This is Rudy Wilcox. The football hero."
"Hmmph!" Thelma said.
Alta let her eyes roll to the ceiling for an instant and pulled some money from her pocket and handed it to Thelma. "Thank you, Thelma. We'll call when we need you again."
"Hmmph!" Thelma rushed from the house.
"Frosty old crow," Alta said, "wonder what's eating her?"
Rudy broke out giggling. "More likely she didn't approve of the way your lipstick is smeared all over your face." Alta started to laugh. "I can imagine, it's smeared all over your face. God, I'm glad she couldn't see where most of it's smeared." Alta sat down and held out her arms. "Come here, lover."
"You're so beautiful, Alta. When I first saw you at the dance, well, I never dreamed ..."
"You're not dreaming now."
When little Hal came down the hall and looked sleepy-eyed into the front room, his mother's blouse lay open, her brassiere hanging on the edge of the coffee table. Her head was thrown back and a man was kissing her tits. She had the man's pants open and had his prick in her hand. It wasn't his daddy's prick, it wasn't the right color. It sure was hard, though.
"Oh, Rudy darling, that feels so good," Alta moaned.
Alta had nice full tits, not large, but firm swollen mounds, the areolas large and quite dark with nipples standing out like black cherries. Hal could see one, and it was shining wet with Rudy's spit, the other was hidden in a sucking mouth.
"Rudy, Rudy! Take off my pantyhose and feel me! I'm so hot!"
Rudy got to his feet, pulling his cock from her grasp. It sprang up like a length of rubber hose. She raised up while he lifted her skirt and pulled the nylon hose down her long, slim legs. He lifted the crotch to his nose, inhaled deeply, and let the garment fall to the floor.
"Kiss me, Rudy," she said, spreading her legs.
The boy went to his knees with a moan and eagerly put his face to her cunt. She groaned at the feel of his tongue, which was long, just like his cock. She felt it go up into her hole and swab at the wet, slick folds.
"Oh, God, that feels good! You're better than Harry!" she cried. "I don't want you to stop, but I don't want to come unless your cock is inside me, and ... oooooh, God! Honey! Let's go in the bedroom! I want you to fuck me!"
Hal knew what that meant. He darted down the hall. He waited until the pair had entered the bedroom and crept back. The door was ajar, so he moved up close and pushed it open a little. His mother looked so beautiful. The hair on her cunt was so black and so thick and curly.
"Do you like me, Rudy? Do you think I'm beautiful?"
"Jesus, Alta, I never saw anyone so beautiful in my life."
"Get undressed. I want you to fuck me."
When he was naked, she dropped to her knees, took his prick in her hands, and looked up at him. "For just a moment, darling. I want it all wet and slippery when you fuck me."
She closed her mouth over him, thrusting his cock in until her lips were pressed against his pubic hair, the head of his cock in her throat. She slowly drew off, wetting him liberally with her spit, and then got on the bed. She lay back, open and waiting.
Rudy was quickly on top of her, her hand guiding his slick cock into her cunt. She arched up, her legs going around his waist, and he lunged all the way in.
Hal stood in the door, his hand pulling rapidly on his hard little cock. He wished he was the one fucking his mother, trying to imagine what it felt like inside that wet, sloppy thing between her legs. And he wished he had tasted Angie's pussy the night she babysat him.
It must taste good the way his daddy and this man liked to do it. Maybe if he kissed her there, Angie would let him fuck her.
His little body started to quiver and he slumped slowly to the floor, his hand still jerking his cock. It felt so good to come, even if he didn't squirt anything. He finally stopped, his body tingling with the good feeling.
Alta was grunting, her body jerking forward to meet his every thrust. She had her ankles locked behind his back, her hands clutching at the bedspread. It felt so good the way his long shaft moved back and forth, rubbing at the sensitive mouth of her cunt, Dulling the hood hard over her clit.
"Rudy, go faster, fast and jerky .. . Yes, yes, darling! I'm going to come, you're bringing me off . . . faster, faster!"
Her ass came up off the bed; she wiggled wildly, the thrill of orgasm dancing in her loins. She came hard, bucking and jerking beneath him.
"Do it, Rudy! Come inside me! Fill my cunt with your sperm!"
Rudy let go. His load wasn't as big as his first one, yet it was enough to make her good and sticky. He grunted softly and slumped against her.
Alta decided to do something she had never done. "Roll over on your back," she said.
She moved down his hard belly and took his cock in her mouth. She tasted his sperm, which she liked, and she tasted her own cunt, which she also liked. She nursed on his prick until he was completely soft. Raising her head, she said, "Let's do it again, darling."
"I can't, not tonight. I'm all fucked out, Alta," he answered weakly.
She lay on the bed, her belly still warm and tingly, and watched him get dressed. When he left the room, Hal had already gone to his room.
Alta saw Rudy to the door and then went to the kitchen. She took down a bottle of whiskey, taking a slug directly from the bottle.
She weaved down the hall, falling once, and looked in on Hal. The hall light glared into his room.
The boy was sleeping soundly on his side. Alta staggered to the bed and sat down.
"Hal, are you asleep?" she whispered, her hand lightly sliding over his bottom. When he made no reply, she bent over and kissed his cheek. She didn't really mean to, but she rolled him onto his back, her hand moving between his legs; it was surely the liquor. She played gently with his cock until it started to harden. She moved onto the bed beside him and kissed his cheek again. "You darling little boy," she said softly.
She would never know just how it happened, but she was lying naked on her back, her legs spread wide, when she slowly hoisted her young son onto her belly. It was unforgivable, but his cock, though little, was very hard, and it went into her cunt so easily. She lifted her hips slowly, moving the little shaft back and forth against her agitated clit.
She was moaning softly, her eyes closed tight, when Hal awakened. He roused slowly, deliciously, yet knew immediately what was happening-his mother was fucking him; his cock was inside her burning pussy.
"Oh, mother, that feels good," he said, pushing urgently into her cunt.
Alta's eyes opened bleary and glazed. "Yes, darling, yes! Make mother feel good, too," she sighed, feeling his rod sliding wickedly across her clit. "Tell me when you start, honey, and we'll make it together."
She knew she could come the instant she knew he was popping.
"Oh, mother, I'm almost there; it's starting to feel so good!"
"Yes, yes, yes," Alta hissed, "fuck me, fuck your mother . . . harder, faster . . . Ooooh, my little darling, I'm coming!"
A thin, watery syrup leaked from Hal's prick when he went rigid, jerking convulsively. It was his first real come.
Harry sat with his hands on his knees. Elaine sat beside him, her arm tightly around his waist. "I want to kiss you so much," she whispered. "Let's get these brats out of here so we can be alone. There's only a dozen or so left."
"Okay, it's past closing time, anyway," Harry said, sitting up straight.
Elaine pressed her mouth wetly to his. "I just couldn't wait," she said. "Now get these snots out of here. I want you."
Harry got to his feet, his face flushed with excitement. "Okay, kids, that's it," he shouted. The few remaining couples pleaded for more time. "I'm sorry, but no. I'll probably catch hell for letting you stay this long, it's way past curfew."
As Harry ushered the last couple out of the door, Elaine moved beside him, her arm sliding around his waist. They were about to kiss when they heard a squeaky voice.
"Goodnight, Mr. Ames," Arnold Meeker said. "Oh, Mrs. Keller, I didn't know you were here."
Arnold Meeker was a short frail boy. His face was heavily pock-marked and he had an unusually large mouth filled with large teeth. Thick glasses completed the picture.
"Where the hell did you come from, Arnold?" Harry said.
"Over in the corner. I play the records."
"All evening? I didn't even know you were here."
"Yeah. I always play the records." He stuck his hands in his pockets. "G'night."
They watched him shuffle off. "Strange kid," Harry said.
"I have him in one of my classes. All he does is sit around and draw pictures. He's pretty good," Elaine said, turning her full body against Harry. "Are you any good?"
"Try me," Harry said, pulling her tight.
"I intend to."
Harry's mouth stopped her from saying more.
Arnold Meeker stood in the dark just outside the door. He wet his lips, imagining it was Elaine Keller's tongue on his mouth; he had fallen in love with her the minute he had walked into freshman English. He saw Harry's hands move slowly down her broad back to the hem of her skirt, saw the skirt rise to reveal the backs of her magnificent bare thighs.
Arnold loved bare-legged women; he loved women; he loved sex, it was all he thought about. Her skirt came higher, all the way to the waistband of her panties. They were very brief panties made of a flimsy and sheer material. Harry's hands dipped down into the nylon briefs. Arnold's hand went to his bulging fly.
Elaine's hands had unbuckled Harry's pants and she gripped his bare ass. "You're so hard," she whispered. She wanted this, though, wanted it very much. "Lie on the floor, on your back," she said, pushing his pants down over his hips.
"Are you kidding? That floor's cold and hard."
"I can't wait, Harry! I want it right now!"
He looked down at his pants around his knees and clumsily sat on the floor. "Jesus, that's cold," he muttered.
Elaine lifted her skirt and pushed her panties down her full thighs, then looked at his cock for the first time. "Goodness!" she exclaimed, "it's so big!"
She went to her knees. She hadn't seen an uncircumcised cock since her uncle's. Rolling the thick foreskin down, she gasped, "God, Harry! It's beautiful!"
The big head came out shining and wet looking. She rolled the skin back up, then and pushed it down again. I must suck it later, she thought. She straddled his thighs.
Harry lay back and closed his eyes. The hot mouth of her pussy closed over the head of his unsheathed cock. He felt the wetness of her cunt as his prick slid in, deeper and deeper, and then she was lying on top of him, humping furiously.
Elaine hadn't really thought much about the size of a man's prick before, never having fucked such a big one, but now with this huge thing all the way inside her . . . well, it filled her cunt so deliciously. She knew she would come easily, the hot thrills already gnawing at her sucking cunt.
Outside the door, Arnold had his prick in his hand. Arnold had a huge prick, easily as big as Harry's, and he was only sixteen. It filled his jerking hand. He almost came and he stopped, squeezing hard on the base. When he loosened his grip, white milk oozed out, but he had stopped in time.
Arnold knew when to stop because he had plenty of practice; he jacked off all the time, sometimes three or four times a day. He wanted to fuck a girl something fierce, but the girls avoided him, so he jerked off.
From where he was standing, he got an excellent view of Elaine's big bobbing ass and her open cunt with Harry's prick fucking in and out. He brought himself to the brink three more times before it was too much. He splashed his goo onto the half-open door. He stuffed his prick away while he was still dripping, enjoying the sticky mess it made inside his pants.
When he rounded the corner of the gym, the station wagon was still there, the dome light still on. Two big-shot jocks sat in the front seat smoking and drinking beer and watching the sight in the back.
The sight in the back was the tall, skinny kid fucking a chick. Jesus, the skinny asshole was fucking Kitty Halstead, and she was loving it, her legs out and up and her arms knotted around his cock. Arnold watched them fuck, saw them come, saw the jerk pull his crummy little pecker out and leak his filthy cum all over her belly.
Arnold had remained calm through all this, but when Kitty crawled out the back bare-ass naked and squatted down and started to piss, it was too much. He took out his cock and started pulling away.
When Harry and Elaine left the gym, there was only two cars left, his and hers. "Let's go for a drive or something," Elaine said, "I'm not ready to go home." She kissed him and giggled. "It's leaking out and running down my leg. You really filled me up." She got a Kleenex and wiped at the inside of her thigh.
Harry drove around for half an hour before pulling to the curb and shutting off the engine. Elaine glanced out the window, then slouched down.
"You know, it's not good to park so conspicuously in a small town," she said.
"Why not?" Harry asked, lifting her skirt. He bent down and pressed his face to her bare thighs.
Her legs moved apart. She gasped at the feel of his mouth so close to her cunt. "Well, maybe it's not so bad, after all."
She squirmed on the seat, her legs spreading no wider and wider. Harry kissed wetly at the insides of her thighs, his mouth creeping closer and closer to her pussy. She gasped when his tongue brushed against her puffy lips. He let his tongue slide the length of her long, wet slit.
Elaine leaned back against the door and put one leg over his shoulder. Her hands went to the back of his head to pull his face into her crotch. His tongue went into her hole, his lips rubbing against her clitty. Her clit on responded and swelled hard and proud.
She moaned softly. "I guess I'm supposed to say I want you to love me for my mind, not my body, but I won't. I want you to love my body; I just want you to love me, Harry. Love me, Harry, please ... Oh God, love me! I'm coming!"
When she finally relaxed, Harry got up. "Let's get in the back seat. The fucking steering wheel is breaking my back."
They got in the back.
"I want you on top this time," Elaine said.
Elaine was open and ready and took his entire cock-length again. She was still hot and knew she could fuck all night if Harry could keep it up.
It was four-thirty in the morning when Harry dropped her back at her own car.
"Goodnight, darling; I love you," she said. "Next time we do it in bed, like it's supposed to be."
She drove home slowly, her cunt filled to the brim with Harry's jazz. She liked the way it felt all squishy, her hair matted with wet, sticky goo, her thighs slick with the stuff as it seeped out. She rubbed her legs together and knew she could make herself come again if she tried.
When she got home, she went in the back door, only to be confronted by her father-in-law sitting in the kitchen swilling beer. She looked at the repulsive brute.
"Sneakin' in kinda late, ain't ya?" he said. "Want a beer?"
"Yes ... to both questions," she answered, then sat in a chair.
Leonard Keller got up and went to the frig. He wore only his shorts. They were baggy and his big beer belly hung out over the top. He needed a shave. He took out two beers and popped them open. Elaine guzzled.
"Thirsty, wasn't ya?" he said.
"What are you looking at?" Elaine said, his hungry stare giving her the creeps.
"At my daughter-in-law. Don't see much of ya when that damn school starts. What a smoke?"
Elaine took one of the cigarettes. "Go sit down, you make me nervous."
The old devil pulled his chair around the table and sat beside her. His hand went between his hairy legs and he scratched his balls through his dirty underwear. Elaine blew out a thin cloud of blue smoke with disgust and got to her feet. "I need another beer." she went to the refrigerator. Uncouth bastard, she thought, he's dirty and he stinks.
"Been out runnin' around?" he asked. She looked away. "I ast ya a question," he said.
"Yeah."
"Was you with a man?"
She looked at him coldly. "Yeah."
The old man grinned wickedly. "Did he get in your pants?"
"No." She drained her third can of beer, her head light like a balloon. "I'm not wearing any."
Keller twitched, then grinned again. "Get you another?"
"It'll just make me want to pee."
"Can I watch?" he said gleefully.
"You know what you are? You're a dirty old man." She already had to pee, and it made her feel hot and twitchy. "Get me another one."
He was back quickly with the beer.
Elaine saw his shorts were tented out in front. It made her a little sick. When he sat down and his shorts gaped open, she could see his prick, thick and swollen. The need for prick boiled up hotly in her belly. She crossed her legs, aware that her skirt was much too high, aware, too, that she hated herself.
"What did you and that guy do while you was parked?"
"I didn't say we parked."
"Yeah, but I know ya did, and you without any pants on."
Elaine looked brazenly at his crotch. His cock ad worked its way from his fly and was fully exposed. It was short, but very thick. "I had pants on at first. They're probably in his car," she said.
"You mean . . . you mean you let him ..." the old man gasped.
"Yes, yes, yes ... I mean I let him fuck me!" she shouted. "Now take your fucking shorts off and sit back down!"
Leonard Keller couldn't believe his ears, yet he leaped to his feet and pushed his shorts to the floor. When he sat back down, Elaine got to her feet and lifted her skirt above her hips. "Are you hard enough?" "Jesus God! Jesus God!" the old man cried. She straddled his lap and sat down. Her hand found his cock under the thick roll of flab and pushed it into her cunt.
"Good, good, so fuckin' good!" she shouted, hunching roughly to get more prick. Her head was spinning wildly, her cunt burning with fuck lust. His short prick was doing the job and she loved it, loved the way the fat thing spread her pussy open.
Leonard Keller was in heaven; he could die now with no regrets. He was fucking his son's wife, the most fantastic woman he had ever seen, and he was fucking her. He was panting, his breath coming in short, gasping wheezes. He hunched up against her.
Elaine rode him like a nymph gone berserk, her ankles hitched to the chair legs for leverage, her arms tightly around the old bastard's neck. She came quickly, too quickly, and too hard. It hurt, hurt so good all the way up her belly.
She got off his lap and fell between his legs to suck his cock.
Keller sat in ecstasy watching her suck his cock. The beautiful Elaine sucking his filthy old cock. She had the whole thing in her mouth, her hand cupping his balls.
When he started coming, it was like when he was a kid, well before anything came out, with the feeling so strong that it felt like it had paralyzed him. His come was spurting into her mouth, filling it, and she was swallowing, drinking the milky spew of old Leonard Keller.
She sucked until he was dry, sucked until he thought she would pull his guts right out through his pecker. When she knew there was nothing more to drink, she got to her feet and wiped at her lips with her hand.
"I hope you enjoyed it, old man, because it will never happen again."
Elaine stood before him and removed her blouse and then her skirt. Her heavy tits swayed before his eyes, the nipples hard and red. "Take a good long look, Leonard," she said. She turned slowly, giving him ample time for inspection, and then left the room.