Chapter 6
"Spud," Hazel said poutingly, "I dropped one of my earrings behind the bureau in the bedroom upstairs. Will you get it for me?"
"Sure," Spud said.
He'd watched old Rankin leave that evening before he'd slipped over to see Hazel. She led him up the stairs.
He got excited, being in the bedroom with Hazel. At sight of the bed, with the pink spread on it, his throat choked up, his cock throbbed, and he had the feeling of drowning.
"Where'd your old man go tonight?" he asked foolishly, getting down on his knees. He felt around, found the earring, and handed it up to her. Their eyes met.
"Don't worry about Ronald," she said, her hand touching Spud's arm and sending delicious tremors through his body.
They began pulling each other toward the bed.
Hazel took the initiative. She undressed Spud, then her lips sought his as her hand went down his thigh, down - down. His heart pole-vaulted as her fingers touched his dick.
"Ooooh!" he cried.
"Like that, Spud?"
He could only shiver and repeat, "Ooooh!"
She pinched his ear with her lips, and every nerve in him knotted with expectancy. He waited for her other surprises to unknot him, but she was rendering him weak and immobile with desire.
Hazel got out of her clothes. On the bed, she wrapped her arms and legs securely around Spud. He kissed her, and the kiss was returned. He stuck his long cock into her, and she squealed. He jabbed, and she yelped and gasped as if he'd pushed the breath out of her.
She spread her legs wider and embraced him passionately. He was on top of her, struggling madly to give her all of his eight and one-half inches. He thrust and heaved his hard cock deep inside her. Legs locked around his body, she threshed and panted. Then her rushing orgasm convulsed her. She had come too fast. She screamed, jerking wildly in the excruciating anguish of his fucking.
He was panting, too, in surging convulsions. He felt the sudden spurting of his cock as she held him tightly. He drained himself into her, and when the wild surge of passion released him, his prong wilted, and he rolled off, still breathing hard.
"You're the hottest cunt I ever -" She giggled at him. "You ever what, Spud? Fucked?"
"Yeah, fucked -" "How many girls have you fucked, Spud?" He glanced at her and looked away. "Hell, lots of 'em!" "How many, Spud? Two? Three?" "Maybe a dozen -" She sat up and cupped her breasts with her hands.
"You want some more, huh?" Spud asked.
She nodded, closing her eyes. "Yeah, but let's have a cigarette first."
He pushed her back gently onto the bed. "Shit," he said, "I've got to fuck you again first."
She giggled and spread her legs.
Spud pressed his face against her breasts, and his tongue licked her nipples. He kissed her further down, her belly, and still lower, near her cunt.
Her hand grabbed his stiff cock, and she bent to kiss the curlicues of hair around it, then the base of his staff. It sprang up in all its masculine glory. She began kissing everything he had, and Spud writhed and moaned in ecstasy.
When he could stand it no longer, he rolled her onto her back and mounted her, running his cock in quickly. Her slit was hot and juicy as it sucked at Spud's prick.
"Spud!" Hazel panted.
Spud continued to fuck her.
"Like it?" he asked.
"Jeez, boy, you know how to fuck!"
Spud knew when Hazel's orgasm rushed upon her. It warped and twisted her silky body under him and sent waves of lust through him. Her moist cunt lips ate at him, licked him, devoured him. He drove his hard rod deep into her nest again, and she squealed and rotated her hips.
They writhed together, until Spud came, and gratification relaxed him. He cried out softly as he felt his juice being drained from his hot body. Rockets shot off in his head.
The exquisite torture was finally over, and Hazel and he were both panting as if they'd never get their breath back.
"That was the best yet," Hazel praised, lying on the pink bedspread, almost drowned in her own sweat. "You're so big and wonderful, She began rubbing her thighs against him.
"It's no go, Hazel," Spud discouraged. "A man can take only so much of the kind of pussy you put out!"
She laughed.
They rested a while, and then Hazel said, "If the goat's lost his passion, we'd better get up. I'd better make up the bed."
Feeling a bit dizzy, Spud staggered to his feet. He had never before in his life felt so drained. He had never before felt so sexually satisfied, too! While he dressed, Hazel made up the bed, then slipped into a yellow robe.
"Hungry, Spud?" she asked.
He hadn't thought about food until now.
"Sure," he said.
"They say oysters put lead in your pencil. But how about a ham and cheese sandwich, with coffee, instead?"
"You think I don't need to replenish my lead?"
"You're pretty well loaded! And I don't have any oysters -" "Ham and cheese will do fine."
As Spud followed Hazel down to the kitchen, he was reminded of the old nursery rhyme, that thing about a spider and a fly, how the spider had enticed the fly into her parlor with all sorts of promises.
Hazel was like that spider!
Spud's eyes stayed on her body as she got the bread and opened the refrigerator. The longing, the desire, was getting into him again. Hell, he didn't need oysters! But, he warned himself, not tonight. A guy could fuck himself to death!
But what a way to die!
He slumped into a chair and kept admiring Hazel's body, her smooth skin, her nice shoulders, her legs, marveling at how nature had made man and woman different. Yet, they balanced each other perfectly.
The coffee started boiling. Hazel turned from the stove, to Spud, and praised, "You're young, but you're better than my husband ever was!"
Spud frowned. He didn't like to be reminded of old Rankin.
Hazel went on dreamily, "I'm fond of you, Spud. I love your hard cock. Do you have a girlfriend?"
He started to tell her about Frani.
"Shit, no!" he said. "I screw 'em all. You know, fuck 'em and leave 'em -" "Maybe you'll save some more for me?"
"Why not?"
Hazel set the sandwich before him and poured coffee. Spud gulped the sandwich and washed it down. The food did seem to revive him. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and said, "I guess I'd better go now."
"Come back tomorrow night."
"Tomorrow's Friday," Spud reminded. "After the ball game, huh? That be all right?"
"That will be fine, Spud," she said, catching his hand and squeezing his fingers. "It will take Ronald a long time to count the gate receipts."
The doorbell rang, and Spud jumped like he was shot.
Hazel laughed. "Don't scoot," she said, starting for the door.
"Maybe it's your husband -" "Ringing his own doorbell?" Hazel grinned.
Spud grinned back and waited. Hazel made sense.
The doorbell rang again.
Hazel opened the door to find Coach Nichols standing there. He gave Hazel a fancy smile, before he discovered Spud. He frowned and asked roughly, "Ain't football player supposed to be in bed?"
Hazel helped Spud out. "Why, Mr. Nichols," she cooed, "It isn't late. We were just having some coffee together. Won't you join us?"
Coach looked unhappy, but he followed Hazel and Spud back to the kitchen. When he kept scowling at Spud, Spud wondered if his presence was cramping his style. Had he come to get a little pussy from Hazel, too?
The three of them sat for a while in gloomy silence over coffee. The picture Spud got made him laugh inside. Hell, Coach wasn't suffering for pussy while his wife was pregnant!
But if he had any ideas about laying Hazel tonight, he could forget them. Hazel was fucked out! Let him go find Donna Overstreet!
Hazel broke the silence. "How's your wife?" she asked Coach.
Coach smiled weakly. "A little scared, I guess. It's her first baby, and she's due in a little over a week."
Hazel's eyes got misty. "If I were having a baby, I wouldn't be scared," she sighed.
Spud sat and listened to Hazel and Coach discuss having babies. He became bored. Let Coach mess around with Hazel if it would do him any good! Spud chuckled at the sex-hungry look on Coach's face, then stood up to leave.
"Don't go," Hazel begged.
So Spud sat down and stayed.
Coach stood up and rammed his hands into his pockets. He looked unhappy. "I wanted to see Ronald," he told Hazel. "I've a problem on my hands."
He turned to Spud.
"You're failing in three subjects, young man," he said angrily. "Miss Parks refuses to clear you for tomorrow's game!"
"Hell, you can take care of Miss Parks!" Spud said. "This ain't the first time. You've always fixed things up before -" "Yeah, but Miss Parks has screwed me. Keep that under your hat."
Yeah, Spud thought, she knows about Donna and you. That old bag knows everything!
Spud didn't like the way Coach was looking at him, like maybe he'd talked.
"I don't get my kicks out of peddling gossip," Spud defended. "You ought to know that, Coach!"
"Yes, Spud, I do. And I appreciate it."
Hazel frowned and looked puzzled over the little secret between Coach and Spud. "I do hope Ronald can do something to help Spud out," she sighed. "He's your best player, and if you lose him, you might lose the game." "That's the way the mop flops," Coach agreed.
He waited some minutes longer for old Rankin.
At last, he turned to Spud and said, "We'd better both go. I still hope to get you out of this mess you're in -" Hazel followed them to the door. Catching Spud's hand, she whispered, "Come back. I get lonesome -" Spud's squeeze on her fingers was a promise that he would.
He wouldn't miss screwing Hazel again for anything.
That night, he lay in bed and thought again about Hazel and that spider and fly. How did the rhyme go?
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair - Hazel's stair didn't wind, but the next part fit perfectly: And I have many curious things to show you when you're there!
He felt tired, but he couldn't sleep. Hazel's scent was still with him, and his mouth throbbed where her tongue had probed. He thought about getting up and taking a shower, but he didn't have the energy to move.
He rested a while longer, then he did get up and started walking around the room, very slow, and all. He began picking up some of his personal stuff he'd scattered around. Man, he could get his room in a mess without half trying! He really could! It made his mom yell her head off. He wanted some peace and quiet around the joint for a change, so he kept picking up his things.
When he finished, the room did look better. He sat down in a chair, stretching his legs. He started yawning and put his hand over his mouth. The yawn made his eyes water and sting.
He started groping around like a blind man, and just for the hell of it, he called aloud, "Hazel, won't you lend me a hand?" He was just horsing around, of course, but that kind of stuff gave a guy a bang sometimes.
The fun wore off pretty soon. He stood up and skinned out of his shorts. He liked to walk around naked and admire his good build.
He went to the shower at last. He stood under the warm, flowing water and let it tickle his skin until some of his tiredness went away. He turned on the cold water and began to shiver under it.
He dried himself vigorously and enjoyed making his cock swing. Then he went to lie across the bed again.
He got to wondering how nosey old Miss Parks found out so many things. He'd felt a mystery in the air at school, like something was ready to bust loose. He decided he'd attend more regularly so he wouldn't miss out on anything.
And then he demanded aloud, "Why?"
Old Rankin ran such a damned poor school that attending it was a complete waste of time.
He had to admit, though, grinning about it, that old Rankin's wife was a damned good teacher!