Chapter 8
"Al, the sheriff is here to see you!" Angela gasped, meeting him at the door.
"Yeah, I know. Where is he?"
"In the living room."
"Where's Mona?"
"In bed. She's asleep. Al, the sheriff wouldn't tell me what it is. Are you in trouble?"
"Maybe. Don't you worry about it."
He brushed past Angela with a frown on his face and went into the living room.
Angela heard Al greet Sheriff Harper and then their voices lowered. She couldn't resist. She had to listen. If Al were in some kind of trouble, she wanted to know about it.
"You know the Thompson girl is underage, don't you, Al?"
"Sure. So what?"
"Well, we had a complaint that you were out in the boondocks with her in your car ... naked."
"You got any proof?" . The sheriff coughed. "Well, I did see your car out there tonight, Al. And you were naked ... and so was the girl with you. That's pretty serious."
Angela's heart stopped. Al was out fucking around! Oh, why, she thought, if he wanted some pussy other than his wife, why didn't he just come to me?
Angela remembered Susan Thompson. She had seen the girl several times in town. She didn't blame Al too much. The teenager was a real sex bomb.
Her thoughts whirled. The men were still arguing. Suddenly the idea hit her. She was able to determine from their talk that the sheriff hadn't actually seen Susan Thompson in Al's car.
She gathered her courage together and stepped forward, grabbing the door handle and jerking it wide open. Both men stared at her in astonishment.
"I've been listening," she said, before they could recover. "I was with Al in his car. Understand, Sheriff? I'm the one. Now, spread that over town!"
"I'm not spreading anything, Ma'am. I just have to check up on these complaints, that's all."
Angela bit her lower lip and forged ahead. "Well, in this case, I think the only one who has a complaint is Al's wife and my sister, Mona."
"If that's true, I don't want to interfere. It's strictly a family matter. What about it, Al?" the sheriff said, turning to an amazed Al Malone.
"What about what?"
"Was it your sister-in-law with you tonight in the car?" . "Yeah, yeah, sure," Al stammered.
"Okay, that's all I have to know." The sheriff eased himself out of the room and seconds later they heard the front door close behind him.
Angela leaned on the door-casing. She was amazed at her own performance. Al caught her hand and pulled her into the room. He closed the door and locked it. His arms swept around her and she trembled as she leaned into his embrace, "You're one hell of a girl, Angela," he said gratefully. "I made a mistake, and I would have paid for it."
The touch of him ignited her passion. "I shouldn't have eavesdropped," she murmured. "I just wanted to see you a minute or two ..."
"What if he blabs?"
"I don't care. I don't care who you've been with. I have to tell you something else, Al. Mona wants me to keep on living here, with you two, and ... "
Al cupped her tits and she trembled. "And what, sweetie?"
"She says it would be all right if we—you know, doit."
Her hands shook. His nearness was like a stab of fire in her cunt.
"No kidding?" he blurted. "I know she had something in mind, but.,. will you?"
"Yes, yes! I know you can get other girls. Don't tell her I told you. But, she'd rather have us together than have you tomcatting!"
"Well, well."
Angela couldn't tell him the rest—that she would be asked to play with his wife, too. Or maybe he knew.
"This is about the greatest thing 1 ever heard of!" Al enthused. "I wish we had time—right now."
A shiver of need ran along Angela's body. Her tits in his hand ached to be bared, to be kissed and fondled, with no dress or bra in the way.
His tongue drove sweetly into her mouth. His right hand crawled up to her tits, tugged the top of her dress down until her bra was exposed. She felt the rise in his trousers; it pressed against her pussy.
Oh, why not enjoy him while she could? She curved her ass toward him, shivering. He had her bra unhooked. He fondled her tits, and how they responded. His tongue stroked slowly, voluptuously. Her come with Mona hadn't nearly satisfied her, Somehow it had only exaggerated her need.
Her titties ached painfully and her pussy was sopping wet.
"Al."
"Yeah?" he said, his voice hollow with lust.
"I want you so bad."
His hand squeezed her pussy and she felt a dizzy wave of passion. He kissed the upper slopes of her tits. Oh, God, how her nipples needed his lips!!
A knock in the door jerked them apart. Angela shook herself, breathing deeply. She went to. the door and Al sat down to hide the bulge in his trousers.
It was Mona.
"Oh, there you are, darling! I thought I heard you."
"Yeah," Al said, "I'm home."
"Did you win at bowling?" Mona was being catty as she moved past Angela and stood in front of Al, rubbing her tits in his face.
"No. No, I lost."
"That's too bad. C'mon to bed and I'll make a winner out of you."
Al gave Angela a long, appealing glance of pure sorrow as he passed her.
Mona paused and whispered into Angela's ear as she gave her a goodnight peck on the cheek. "Make up your mind soon, sweetie. If you don't want to stay here with us, I'll bet the Thompson girl does.
You see, I was listening, too."
Another week passed, and Angela was driven crazy. Every time she and Al got together alone, Mona would find them. She would let Angela's passion build to a peak and burst in on them and take Al away to fuck him herself.
"Why don't we just do it in front of her, or with her?"Al finally asked.
"Because, I... I just can't!" Angela cried. She couldn't bring herself to tell Al all the other things Mona wanted, such as having Angela eat her pussy and letting Mona eat hers.
Finally, her cunt on fire for a cock, any cock, Angela went out on the town. She took a bus to a nearby town and went into the first big bar she found right after checking into a hotel room.
At. nine-thirty, the dance floor already was crowded. She saw several tables of girls and some of them were being invited to dance by men who appeared to hang around the bar looking the gals over.
One very drunk middle-aged man, sloppily dressed, asked Angela for a dance and she refused. She was pleased the lights were dim. No one could see her flushed condition. The first drink wasn't doing much for her so she ordered another.
It was awful, really, to place herself on display, like merchandise, hoping for a situation. She had picked the most daring dress she had—short- skirted, very tight over her tits, and displaying every inch of her well curved ass.
Finally a tall man with a deeply suntanned face approached her table. He wore cowboy-type jeans and a brightly-colored shirt. He didn't look too promising, but Angela accepted a dance with him anyway. The second highball was working.
He gripped her roughly. His breath was bad, and she was relieved when the dance ended. He knew he had struck out; he hardly thanked her.
Made somewhat bolder by the liquor, Angela began looking more attentively at the men sitting along the bar. One in a business suit appealed to her. He had gray hair at his temples-might be past forty, but he had a definite sophistication. Probably a salesman.
He caught her looking at him and smiled. Angela felt her heart pound. She smiled back. He left the bar stool and walked over. He seemed a bit drunk, but he wasn't staggering.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked politely.
Her hands trembled. Some of her old shyness returned but she fought it. "Not at all," she said nervously.
"You expecting somebody else?"
"Oh, no, I. .. I'm sorry, I'm not used to this."
He laughed. "I've been watching you. I thought you were about ready to bolt out of here."
He had an engaging manner. Angela began to relax a bit. His name was Jim, and she gave hers as simply Angie. She let him see that she wore no rings ... at least no wedding or engagement bands. "He ordered two more drinks.
Then he quickly brought the conversation around to the obvious point of why they were both there.
"I have a bottle at my motel, Angie," he said.
This was it... the pitch. Angela shivered. Could she, really? Oh, hell, why not? She squeezed his fingers and nodded. Her heart thumped.
As they left, his arm on hers, intimately, she experienced a sharp wave of elation. An older man would be more suave, more experienced. A few more drinks and she could surely swing. Any man was preferable to a girl, or to a dildo!
At the motel, she walked in ahead of him, clutching her handbag tightly. He closed the door behind them. A lamp revealed the interior, dominated by the bed. Thick carpet underfoot. His arms went around her and she swayed against him. Their mouths came together.
Angela remembered Al's hot kisses, the feel of his hands on her body. Jim nibbled at her lips, arousing another shiver. She opened for his tongue and in it came, wiggling excitingly. This wasn't the time to be coy or backward. She hugged him, cuddling her hips in tightly. Her hunger was building.
His right hand slipped between her legs, moving up to her tits. She let him know she liked it. She pushed her breasts forward. The drinks were helping her. He didn't jerk at her dress, as Ben always did. He acted more like Al, fondling gently. Her nipples tingled.
"Oh, goddam, you're gonna be a good fuck," Jim moaned. "Let's get our clothes off!"
Angela nodded. "Play with me a lot, will you?"
He chuckled, obviously pleased. He gave her cunt a squeeze. "Nothing better, Angie."
He stood up and began taking off his clothes. He moved rather slowly, and for the first time she realized he had had quite a few drinks.
She unzipped her dress, rose to her feet and slipped it over her head. Jim watched her, smiling. His face was flushed. She felt very exposed in her bra and panties. She hoped she looked sexy enough. He had trouble with his trousers and had to sit on the bed to remove them. His shoes thudded on the carpet.
Angela placed her dress over the back of a chair. She unhooked her bra. His smile encouraged her, In a moment they were on the bed, naked. He had been circumcised. Al wasn't. He reached for her, his right hand sliding between her legs, his mouth aiming for her tits. She cooperated eagerly. The suck of his lips on her nipple made her shiver. She curved her tits toward him.
Oh, it was good to have a man's hand on her pussy! He was gentle. He opened the lips of her cunt and played his finger along her slit. Delicious tingles whirled through her pussy. She spread her thighs wide apart, hunching. She touched his prick. It was stiffening.
She looked down and watched his mouth on her tit. He uttered a moan as she fondled his cock. He transferred his mouth to her other tit. His finger played along her moistening cunt. It was getting better, better.
He was stiff as a steel rod now. Average size, about like Ben. Don't think about Ben, Angela told herself. Don't even think about Al. His finger went into her cunt, then suddenly his mouth went lax. He stretched out flat on the bed.
"Let me rest a minute, baby," he muttered.
Oh, Lord! Was he going to pass out? His finger left her crotch. His hand rested on her inner thigh. Her thrills ceased. She was still warm and anxious, but there was no real hurry. Maybe if he took it easy he might last longer.
Should she crawl above him and work on him a little? Not yet. Boldly, she brought his hand back to her pussy, hunching on it. Let him know he had a hot, eager broad on the bed. Have fun.
"Jus* a little rest, baby," he said, his voice thick.
Oh, if Al were here he'd be tickling me up good! I want more tittie-kisses!
She heard his deep, even breathing, felt his hand go limp. She lifted it away from between her legs.
Wasn't she appealing enough to overcome his liquor?
She bit her lips, stirring restlessly. How long would he have to rest? Was her first pick-up date turning sour? She looked at his shrunken prick. He had a good build for a man his age. But now she could see the marks of dissipation on him. Even in sleep his face had a kind of pinkish flush she knew went with constant drinking.
Suddenly she had an idea. She wasn't going to be denied entirely.
She scooted down on the bed and began playing with his prick. She remembered what Mona said once: "Al gets pretty drunk sometimes, but I get him up. I've had several good fucks that way!"
As- Angela fondled Jim's prick he stirred slightly, his hips rising in a kind of involuntary reaction. And he was coming up. It was good to look at a man's cock. This was real, not imagining. His man-odor filled into her senses.
She played her fingertips all along his tool, kissing his chest. His arms jerked but didn't rise. His cock was rising, though. And why not give way to another impulse that- she craved? Why not take his prick into her mouth?
Angela crawled lower and closed her lips around the head of his cock. Ohhh, nice! Ill have some fun, she thought. His shaft was stiffening. She moved her head up and down, boldly laving his prick with her tongue and lips. Her pussy was wet. She straddled him, rather awkwardly, bracing her weight on her left arm and knees. With her right hand she guided his prick toward her cunt. Ohhh, it was going in!
Her mind was screaming for it: Fuck me, cock! Ream my pussy out with meat!
The feel of it was wonderful. Now, she had both hands to bear the weight of her body. She lowered her tits and rubbed her nipples across his chest. Stings of delight rewarded her. She began hunching. He muttered, his head rolling back and forth. He started turning soft!
She went faster, faster. She had a prick in her cunt and the waves of pleasure were building. She panted, holding him inside, rotating her ass. His hips rose, a tremor going through him. The heat of her pussy was keeping him half-hard.
She was afraid to go up and down now. His dick might slip out. She panted and felt the start of her come. Ohhh, maybe it was going to be all right. Yes, oh, yes! But I wish it was away up there, big and hard. I'm a slut, but I don't care!
Now, now! Jerky beats of joy struck her. She bucked and squirmed in wild abandon. But right at the peak of her come his cock slipped out. It didn't matter-she was having it, having it.
She fell away on her left and pushed her fingers into her cunt hole, bouncing on them, writhing out her joy. The thrills made her tits tremble; they ached to be fondled, sucked. She ended her gush of delight by teasing her clitoris, savoring the last of it, panting until the spasms ended, Angela sighed, eyes closed, feeling a measure of relief. And then, quickly, the joy was gone and she felt the shame.
I failed! I got a drunk. I'm just started and he's all finished. She jerked her hand away from her pussy and left the bed. Hurriedly she began putting on her clothes. She hated him now. A middle-aged weakling who preferred liquor to sex.
Back in her own hotel room, Angela made up her mind; if she had to fuck and suck her own sister to get Al, she would do it!