Chapter 7
Mabel Condon poured whiskey into the glasses and returned to the couch, bringing the bottle with her. They were going to get drunk together tonight. She handed Clyde his glass, and sat beside him, close to him.
It had been almost two weeks since Chris had been to see her, and she was badly in need. She needed a boy, a man, any man, even her husband.
Clyde tipped up his glass, let the raw whiskey slide down his throat. When the glass was empty, he put it down and belched.
"Ahhh," he wheezed. "Good, feelin' good."
Mabel took a drink, too, then unzipped his pants and reached inside.
"Feelin' pretty good, but needs to get hard," she said.
She reeled it out and stared at it. It was soft and shriveled. She slowly worked it in her hand, squeezing the head from its sheath and then hiding it again. She kept this up until it seemed to stiffen a little.
"Get hard, Goddammit, I'm horny," she cried.
"Geez, Mabel, I'm pretty drunk. Don't know," he mumbled.
"I need it, Clyde, you know I can't do without. It's been two weeks since the boy was here."
"Two weeks?"
"Yes, two weeks, and I'm so horny I could fuck with a goat. Now get hard."
She pulled on his cock with a vengeance.
"You don't have to play with me to get me ready; I'm ready now."
She had her hand under her skirt, two fingers deep in her pussy. It felt good, but fingers couldn't replace a cock. She needed a cock.
"When he was here last time he took me in the ass."
She felt Clyde's pecker respond.
"God, he gets so hard, Clyde, almost like a fat pencil in my ass, only it was warm and alive. It felt so good. He's the best ass fucker I've ever had."
Clyde was hard now, so she unbuckled his pants and pushed them down his hips.
"Lay down on your back. I'll fuck you," she said.
Clyde lay back on the couch, his eyes closed, his head in a daze. Mabel lifted his feet up onto the couch and got his pants down to his thighs. His fat prick was standing nicely.
She lifted her dress over her hips and straddled him. With a leg on each side of him, she held his cock in her hand and lowered herself down, guiding the knob directly into her hole. It popped in and she eased herself down, slowly, carefully so she could feel it go in. Clyde's cock was big and filled her so nicely. She sat straight up and started bouncing.
"Feels good, Clyde, been a long time," she said.
She had her hands on the couch, one on each side of his chest, and bent forward at the hips, grinding hard onto his loins. It wouldn't take too long, not like this; her cunt was feeling warm and good already.
"Stay hard, Clyde, just a little longer. I'm close, honey. Oh, Jesus, I need to come so bad."
Clyde had his eyes closed and was all but passed out. She felt him softening and felt his cock slide down.
"Oh, no... you bastard, you dirty bastard, stay hard!" she screamed. "It's all your fault I have to have other men. I need fucking; I need to come. Why can't you stay hard; why can't you fuck me?"
"I know it, honey, I know it's all my fault. I love you, jus' can't keep it hard. Sleepy, wanna sleep."
Mabel felt his cock come out and slide wetly, harmlessly, against her leg. She got up, slapped at his cock with her hand, and started to cry. She picked up the bottle, filled her glass, and took a long gulp straight from the bottle.
"You fuckin' bastard," she snarled. "Worst fuck in the whole world."
She picked up the bottle and poured whiskey over his limp cock, soaking his pants. Clyde gripped himself, groaned, and rolled onto his side facing the back of the couch. Mabel picked up her drink and sat in a chair. t t t Ralph pulled into the driveway and cut his engine. He hoped Clyde was home and in any condition to talk. He had to confide in someone; it was eating his guts out.
He had gone to Connie's that afternoon and spent two hours lying naked with her. The entire time was spent sixty-nine sucking each other. She had told him how much she loved him and that she was pregnant. He had only fucked her once, just once, and she was carrying his baby. He was crazy for her and couldn't get enough. He was miserable when they weren't together. She had sucked him off twice, hungrily drinking his jizz, and here he was, a few short hours later, with an erection. He had to talk to someone.
He got out of the car and unzipped his pants. He took out his cock and squeezed it until it was soft, then pissed heavily onto the driveway. He watched it puddle and then run down the slanted drive. It wasn't much, but it helped a little. A good piss always helped a little. He shoved it back in his pants and zipped up.
Mabel answered the door. Ralph scowled, he had hoped the bitch wouldn't be there.
"Is Clyde here? I'd like to see him," Ralph said.
"Sure, he's here," Mabel said. "Come on in if you want to see him."
Ralph watched her wiggle her ass lewdly a couple of steps ahead of him. She was staggering, too. Drunk, as usual. He went into the living room and saw Clyde facing the back of the couch.
"There he is, Ralph. If you wanta see him take a good look. He's passed out cold. A little earlier than usual tonight."
Ralph was sick to his stomach. His brother was a hopeless drunk, and his wife was a slut. He hated her.
"Sit down and have a drink with me," she said, dropping carelessly into her chair.
He was going to tell her to go to hell, but he needed the drink. God, it was almost too much.
He picked up the bottle from the coffee table and took a stiff belt. He waited for it to settle hotly in his stomach and sat down in the chair facing his sister-in-law. He took another swig. It helped a little.
"He wouldn't eat supper, just wanted to drink. He always passes out when he does that. I tried to stop him. He just won't listen," she said, trying to make Ralph see it wasn't her fault. She knew he thought it was always her fault, never his dear brother's.
"like hell," Ralph snorted. "You're drunk, too."
"Sure, why not," she said belligerently, and took a drink of whiskey. She looked at Ralph, smiled, and lifted her skirt almost to her crotch.
"Do you think I have nice legs?" she said.
"Put your dress down. They're fat, too fat."
He lifted the bottle to his lips again.
"You don't like me, do you, Ralph?" Mabel said, leaving her skirt high on her thighs.
"No. I never have."
"Why?"
"Many reasons. You're a drunk, a cheap slut, but mostly because of what you've done to him. Look at him, look at what you've done."
"You have it a little wrong, brother-in-law. It's just the opposite. Look at what he's done to me."
Ralph started to say something.
"Just hold it a minute, let me get my two cents worth in for a change. He drank too much long before I married him. I didn't drink at all. We would go out and he'd never finish the evening without getting bombed. He usually passed out and I had to get him home the best I could."
"Yeh, usually with the help of another man, a man that didn't leave after you got him home."
"I wasn't a virgin like my sweet sister when we got married; Clyde knew that, he'd had me himself. I didn't cheat on him, though, not at first. He drove me to it. I'm a very sensual woman. I need a man all the time."
She took another drink. She put her foot in the chair, hoisting her skirt. Ralph found himself staring into her moist, glistening nest. Her slit was open. She had never gone this far before. He nervously sipped from the bottle.
"Oh, he fucked me at first, but it grew less and less frequent. I didn't need it any less just because he didn't. I cheated on him once and it was good, so I cheated again. You think I was doing him wrong, but he knew it and he didn't mind. He even brought men home for me, and if he stayed sober long enough, watched them fuck me. Do you hear, Ralph high-and-mighty Condon. Your brother watched other men fuck me. He got his kicks from watching."
She brought her other foot onto the chair and spread her knees wide. Her cunt was open, the fat hps spread wide, revealing her completely.
"Look at me, Ralph. Look at my cunt. Clyde tried to fuck me just before you came and couldn't stay hard long enough. Look at me; I can't help it. I'm a cunt in need and your fucking brother made me that way."
Ralph felt confused. He stared at her cunt. He was surprisingly drunk for such a short time. His cock was hard again, he could feel it straining at his pants.
"You have a hard-on, Ralph. I can see it from here. I've often wondered if you could use it any better than your brother."
"You bitch," Ralph snarled.
He was on his feet and in front of her. He glared down at her, his whole body trembhng.
"You dirty bitch," he cried, and fell to his knees, burying his face in her pungent muff.
"Oh, God, Ralph," she cried, pressing her thighs against his face. She grabbed his head with both hands.
His tongue was buried in her cunt, licking, sucking, probing. She held him fast, reveling in the feel of his mouth. He was good, so good, the best she had ever had. He knew just where to put his tongue, how to use his lips, when to nibble with his teeth. Marvelous, marvelous! she thought.
She let him feast on her cunt until she was about to come, then pushed him over backwards. With amazing speed she had his pants down and was upon him. His prick went up between her spread legs and into her cunt.
"Yes, Mabel, fuck me," he groaned.
Mabel spread out on top of him, hunching wildly, bringing herself back to the rim of orgasm quickly. She lifted up and teased herself with his knob, then grunted and dropped back down, taking him all the way in and coming at the same moment.
It was the release she had been seeking, and she groaned, but kept her hips moving, faster, harder. Her come was jerking her cunt, flowing up into her belly, driving on up her spine. She hunched one last time and lay still.
"That was good, Ralph. I came so hard," she panted.
Ralph roused and rolled her over without disconnecting, his cock hard and throbbing with anticipation. She lay quiet under him, spread open, and let him empty inside her. She knew he was coming from the way he jerked, and felt good. She'd wanted to make him do it to her for a long time, and she'd succeeded. Her own orgasm still clutched her, and when he quieted, she drew him close, holding his cock inside. It felt good in there and she didn't want to let go.
"You had to have me, didn't you?" he said, feeling his cock shrivel.
"Yes. I've wanted you for a long time. It was good. I liked it."
There was a long silence, then Ralph said, "I hked it, too. I think I needed it."
"It didn't hurt you to stray, and it certainly doesn't hurt Mavis. She'll never know. I think fidelity is overrated."
Ralph laughed and rolled off. He stretched out beside her and kissed her.
"Fidelity," he said. "You think fidelity is my problem? You might be surprised to know that infidelity is my problem. My infidelity."
"Ralph, not you," she said.
"Well, uh... yeah, but that's past history," he said, afraid he'd already said too much. He raised his arm and looked at his watch. "Hey, it's late. I gotta be going."
Mabel raised up and threw a leg over his.
"I wish you didn't have to go so soon. I'd like to make a little present history." She cupped his balls in her hand.
"We just made some, and if you don't stop that I won't get going and I really must go."
Ralph extricated himself from her hand and leg and got to his feet. He pulled up his pants and shorts, tucked in his shirt, and buckled up.
"When will I see you again, tomorrow?" she asked.
"No, but soon," Ralph said.
He stepped out of the house into the cool night air, drawing his lungs full. He felt better than he had in a long time, maybe fucking Mabel was just the release he needed. He still loved Connie, but it didn't seem like the only thing to live for. He could still shove it into a woman and enjoy it. Mabel had proved that, and his pent up hatred for Mabel was gone, too. It was like a stone lifted off his back.
He stopped beside his car. He didn't feel drunk anymore, and hauled out his cock and took another piss. Hell, he might even be able to screw his wife again.
Mabel heard his car pull out and got to her feet. She still felt drunk, and picked up the bottle and took a pull. God, it wouldn't take much more and she'd be in never-never land with Clyde.
Clyde rolled onto his back.
"Good ol' Ralph," he mumbled, "knew he'd take care of my baby. You come good, honey?"
"You were playing possum," Mabel said.
"No, not really, just wasn't out all the way."
Mabel came over and kneeled beside the couch.
"He was good. I always knew he would be."
She took Clyde's cock in her hand. The front of his pants were still wet with booze.
"He's bigger than you, Clyde. Ooooh, he has such a big cock."
"Harry even bigger," Clyde mumbled.
"Yes, I know," Mabel said.
Mabel played with his cock. It stood at half mast.
"You need to come, honey," she said.
"Too sleepy."
"You don't need to do a thing, mamma will take care of you. You always get off this way," she said.
Mabel's face was over his cock. She opened her mouth and sucked him in. He tasted good, like a swizzle stick from a glass of whiskey. She took him all the way in and sucked the whiskey taste from his hair. When he started to stiffen, she backed off. He was too long to take it all hard.
"Suck it, baby, suck it all out," he mumbled.
Mabel sucked, her hand busy on the long shaft. He was close already. He always came quick when she sucked his cock after fucking with another man.