face to the whore's cum-dripping cunt.
Rusty would never know why he didn't vomit. But he sucked that whore's cunt, sucked it until the whore cried out coming and spraying hot juice. And then he got up on her ass and fucked her, fucked her with his ten- inch cock until she gibbered out of her head and he himself whimpered and shot his virgin load of jism up inside her. Wow! He'd never forget that feeling. He felt like he was shooting his guts out, and the whore's cunt sucked like a vacuum cleaner. His mistake was that he fucked that whore good.
'You fuck better than your old man,' the whore said, turning around to kiss him. 'And ooh, what a dick! Damn, it's big!'
That was all the old man needed. He threw the whore out almost before she could dress. And, then he whipped Rusty, whipped him with his belt, with his size-twelve boots, with his wad of keys on their heavy chain. He whipped Rusty nearly unconscious, and then he went out to get his tire iron. That's when Rusty escaped with his life. That's when he dragged himself naked and bloody out of the room and down the hall and into an open elevator. The old man never laid a hand on him again.
The old man lost custody of Rusty, and within a month Rusty was on his way to Sutton, sent there by the child welfare bureau to live with foster parents, the Bentons, and welcomed by the Sutton High School athletic department because at Briggs Junior High he had run the quarter-mile in fifty-two seconds flat. Coach and Athletic Director Long expected great things from Rusty in football, track and cross-country. Rusty fairly sang with joy on the bus to Sutton, but after he'd been there awhile be began to feel that he was nearly as bad off in Sutton as with his old man.
Old Mr. Benton, his foster dad, was as much of a bastard as Rusty's real old man. Old Man Benton took him in as a tax write-off, then treated him like shit, even worse than he treated Todd and Jimmy, or even the old lady.
Coach Long had treated him buddy-buddy for a few days – until the coach had caught a glimpse of Rusty's cock in the shower. Then the coach turned mean, seemed to single him out and pick on him for every little thing, for things that went wrong that were in no way connected with Rusty.
But as bad as the coach and Old Man Benton were, they didn't bother him half so much as himself. He could handle those two old bastards, but he wasn't so sure he could handle himself anymore. Since he'd arrived in Sutton two months ago, Rusty had changed a lot – and he wasn't so sure he liked what he was becoming. He'd always been a real nice kid, a gentle kid that's what everybody had always said about him, and he had always liked to hear it but now he was becoming mean, as mean as Coach Long and Old Man Benton, as mean as all the other guys at Sutton High. And worst of all, he was enjoying it, enjoying becoming mean. But it bothered him, bothered him a lot.
Todd elbowed him in the ribs. 'Christ, look at this one! How'd you like to crawl up on that piece of ass?'
'Wow!' Rusty said, drooling. 'Yeah!'
Todd held up a two-page spread of a blond girl up on all fours. As she arched her back her ass turned up and spread, showing off both her cunt and ass pucker in all their wet pinkness. Rusty could see halfway up the girl's cunt, and he got so excited that his pecker head pounded his belly with audible slapping sounds. Damn, he'd like to get up on her ass and fuck her until she screamed, just like he had fucked that whore last summer. He loved to see girls up on all fours. He liked them better in that position than in any other. He loved the female ass it drove him crazy. Most of the other guys at Sutton High preferred to mount girls in that position, too, he'd noticed. Maybe because that was the way most animals fucked and most of the guys, in Sutton seemed to think of themselves as wild animals.
The bedroom door shook. Rusty felt the whole room vibrate.
'You pecker heads get that light out and get to sleep,' Old Man Benton shouted. Now or do I have to horsewhip all three of ya?
'Sure Dad,' Todd shouted dropping his magazine and diving over Rusty to switch off the lamp on the nightstand.
All three boys held their breaths as the old man clopped down the stairs. The front door slammed and clicked. Rusty could hear the old man starting his car, could hear him back out of the driveway. The motor roared, and Old Man Benton squealed off to work. The sound of his car disappeared in the night.
The lights blazed on once again. Jimmy was up and prancing toward the door, his seven-inch cock stiff and waving. Todd and Rusty followed him down the hall, practically stepping on his heels.
Old Lady Benton was waiting for them. Before Jimmy had even snapped on the bedroom light, Mrs. Benton was rattling her chain and panting audibly. And as the light went on, there she was up on all fours in the middle of her bed, waving her juicy ass and cunt at the boys. A wide steel shackle shined on her left ankle, and a silvery steel chain ran from the shackle to the metal bedposts at the foot of the bed.
'Oh, boy!' Jimmy muttered, and he banged his shin on a bedpost as he scrambled onto the bed to mount his mother. Rubbing his shin and cursing, he squatted like a monkey behind his mother and slipped his swollen pecker up her cunt.
Mrs. Benton groaned, 'Fuck me, darling!'
Jimmy humped like a stud dog, zinging his teenage pecker in and out of her like the world would be ending any second and he had to get off before it did. His skinny ass cheeks dimpled in and out like hollow grapefruits. His brown hair bounced on his shoulders. Mrs. Benton rotated her ass, whimpering like a bitch.
The old lady really wasn't that old – maybe thirty-five. She had brown hair, shoulder-length like that of her two sons. Her tits hung almost as low as those of the whore Rusty had fucked and she had a huge meaty ass that Rusty felt like slicing up with a knife and eating. Tonight, especially, Mrs. Benton looked hot. Rusty hadn't had a piece of ass since last Friday, and he needed one bad. He'd had a wild orgasm this afternoon while hanging from the rack, but now be was horny again, horny for hot fresh meat.
Jimmy clawed his mother's ass, mauled her cunt with his red hot teenage prick. He looked like a small baboon mounted on a squealing sow. His skinny body quivered, and he fired his hot jism.
'Oh, jeez, I'm coming, Ma,' he grunted, and Mrs. Benton cooed, screwing her ass back on his pulsating cock slowly and deliberately. 'Oh, my baby,' she muttered. 'My little angel.'
Jimmy collapsed on her ass spent.
Todd grabbed his brother and dragged him off Mrs. Benton's ass. As Jimmy rolled onto the floor, panting, Todd got up behind Mrs. Benton and started slapping her ass. His muscular hands fell hard on his mother's meaty butt, making loud cracking sounds.
'You Goddamn, bitch,' he said, 'fucking your own son like that. You oughta be whipped to death.'
'Was I a bad momma?' Mrs. Benton pouted. 'As bad as could be,' Todd said.
Rusty had seen this act before. The two sons and their mother performed this same scene almost every night as if it were a ritual. Rusty knew what was coming next, so he went to the closet and brought out the plastic whiffle ball bat. Rusty joined in on this scene only rarely, usually judging it too weird, but tonight he was horny.
Todd looked up at Rusty, smiling. 'Tonight you can give it to her. I'll watch.' He moved aside, giving Rusty lots of room.
Mrs. Benton shivered panting in a way that sounded like a cat purring. Her asshole quivered, glistening. Pussy juice and Jimmy's grayish-white jism oozed out of her cunt.
Rusty swung the bat with all his strength, smashing it down on Mrs. Benton's ig beautiful ass. Whack! Rusty winced. Mrs. Benton groaned, nearly toppling over. Then she braced herself and wiggled her ass for more. Rusty slammed her slammed her again then again.
'No!' Mrs. Benton moaned. 'Please, no more, oh, please!' Her voice sounded pained.
Rusty's cock throbbed, shot through with hot sensations. 'You Goddamn bitch!' he cried. 'Goddamn whore!' And he clubbed her ass, beat her with all his strength, letting out all his anger and lust.
Mrs. Benton screamed. Her ass became a huge round purple mountain of battered meat. Cunt juice and jism ran down her legs in rivers. The air smelled out cunt and sizzling meat.
Rusty beat her, beat her until his shoulders and arms ached. And then he stuffed her with the bat, rammed the handle end of it straight up her gaping red cunt.
Mrs. Benton howled, bucking her black and blue ass while Rusty twisted the plastic bat inside her cunt, twisted it and drove it further in. Then he let the bat go and jumped up on her. He had to fuck her, had to fuck her now.
