Nick shook his head. "Keep trying," he said. "I know'll he get up."
Sure enough, by the third ring, they could hear footsteps coming towards the door. "Who the fuck is it?" snapped a curt voice. It was Bert Anderson's voice. There was no mistaking it. It sounded like a fog horn blaring in the night.
Alice took a deep breath and said, "It's me coach."
"What!"
The front light flooded the flagstone porch and the heavy oak door flung open. Bert Anderson was stark naked except for a hasty towel thrown around his middle. His eyes were blood shot and his speech slightly slurred from the wine.
Nick sniffed the air. Judging by the smell, he guessed the coach had had one hell of a good time. He smelled sweet and pungent as Alice's cunt. Bert's chest shone in the light and Algernon wondered if that was a layer of grease. He decided not to ask.
"I need a place to stay," Alice said, lowering her head. She felt like such a heel imposing upon Bert this way. She tightened her throat and then told him in a halting cadence about her father and why she couldn't return that night.
Nick Adams watched Bert's haggard face break into a smile. The coach would take her in. The girl was in trouble and needed help. Bert's expression did not reflect that sort of goodwill and understanding. Instead, he looked greedy as a hungry bear crossing the path of a stranded deer.
"Stay! You need a place," boomed Bert. "Sure, why not. Oh God I can't believe it. But by all means come on in. You're free to stay."
As Alice walked in Nick Adams was about to change his mind and risk taking the girl back to his house and confronting the old man. But he didn't have time. Because the minute Alice crossed the thresh hold, Bert smiled politely at Nick and thanked him for his help.
Then slammed the door in his face.
CHAPTER TWELVE
"I don't think that's right," said Alice referring to the terribly way Bert treated Nick Adams. At least he could have asked Nick in for a drink. After all the boy had saved her from a terrible night.
Going back to her father was such a repulsive thought that Alice suddenly felt weak and slumped down on the devan.
"Are you all right?" Bert asked, crouching down next to the skinny little girl. Alice looked drawn and bloodless. She turned to him and nodded that she was okay and Bert felt the tension knot easing in the pit of his stomach. He rose shakily to his feet and wandered out to the kitchen to fix the girl a cup of hot chocolate.
Once in the kitchen, his composure went to hell and Bert Anderson was again shaking uncontrollably. He wanted to fuck Alice Dilly badly. Even after the hours of exquisite lovemaking with Heidi, he wanted to strip the clothes off his prized swimmer and feel his dick sliding once and for all up into her pussy. He remembered Heidi's sweet young lips sucking his hot cock in to her mouth. And there was no argument that could dissuade him. He had to have her. And what better opportunity than right now in the privacy of his own house?
Putting his hand on the kitchen counter, Bert figured the possible consequences. Her father might be out looking for her right now. Either that or have the police after her. He knew it was a risky proposition. The last thing he wanted was cops busting in the house and catching him with twelve inches of hard meat shoved into a fourteen year-old, runaway girl's cunt! Shit! He'd get twenty years.
So Bert reached for the wine bottle and it was empty. His nerves needed something to calm them down and he opened the cabinet and pulled down the twenty year-old scotch his mother had given him for winning the Olympic gold medal. Jesus, that was over a decade ago he thought uncapping the bottle. The scotch was smooth as well water going down his throat and in three gulps he managed to drink half the fifth. That sent him straight!
Bert reeled out into the living room with a cup of hot chocolate Alice sat on the sofa, her face drawn with fatigue and unhappiness. "You shouldn't have been rude to Nick," she pouted.
The hot chocolate shook in his hand spilling on the saucer as he sat down next to Alice. It was a perverted and dangerous thing to touch this girl. Dangerous yet worth the effort!
"Why do you want Nick," he asked, his voice slowly rising. "There must be some reason."
"He was nice to me," Alice answered truthfully. And it was true.
"Oh," said Bert. "How was he good to you." He smiled secretly knowing how rude he was being, but not caring anymore as the scotch bolstered his bravery. "Was he nice by sticking a hand between your legs and rubbing your pussy?"
"Bert!" She felt her throat catch and almost choked. How did he know that? she thought. She blushed crimson red and crossed her legs awkwardly trying to hide her face.
Bert was so excited his cock almost leaped through his open fly. So she had been fucking the silly bastard! That's why Alice looked so tired and acted so embarrassed. He could thank that overgrown slob for making it easier for him.
Without another word, Bert reached around her shoulder and pulled her close to his chest while he came forward and darted his tongue down her throat. Alice was surprised by his advance and she reacted by working her lips around his tongue sucking on him. Bert reached under her thigh and in a tug had her pants open and in another yank had her pussy naked to his exploring hand.
"Oh don't," sobbed Alice. "It's dirty. Nasty! We shouldn't be doing it, Bert. Please don't."
He pulled away from Alice though he kept his palm on her pussy working the soft hairless mound with his fingers.
"Dirty as hell," he grinned. "But you didn't object to Nick Adams getting into your pants, did you?"
"Well that was different," she responded. "He came to my rescue."
"And I haven't?" he said.
Alice felt caught in a trap. "This is different," she said. "Besides, you're old enough to be my father." The last few words came out in a whisper. Because Bert's finger trailed up from her excited cunt lips and drew a glistening line of cunt juice up between her ass cheeks and stopped only when his finger was pressing against the tight knot of ass muscle.
"So why does that have to ruin us?"
Alice's voice cracked and her ass wiggled as she said, "Don't touch me there! That's… bad!"
Then Bert used a trick that an old whore had told him about. "Why don't you stick your finger there. It wouldn't hurt." He bent over and pointed his butt cheeks at her. "Go ahead stick your finger up my ASSHOLE!"
Alice gasped with horror. She squirmed around feeling her bunghole get all loose and squishy and she knew just knew she couldn't do that.
Bert just laughed. Alice didn't want to because deep she wanted to feel his finger cruising up her butt. Alice would never admit as much but in short time he would have her on the floor moaning and humping like Heidi.
He turned around and looked into the girl's frightened eyes and carefully slipped his hands under her ass cheeks and drew the trembling teenager close to him. Again his finger went between her skinny butt cheeks and disappeared into her butt hole. First his fingernail was gone. And when she did not protest, he pushed ahead deeper into her butt. The second knuckle disappeared and it seemed that Alice's butt was grinding and chewing on his wiggling finger with wild abandoned.
"That's gooood!" she said, surprised at herself. She lifted her ass for his finger and Bert jerked it in and out and Alice moaned and groaned some more. She pushed her butt back and forth making no effort to conceal her pleasure at the throbbing sensation in her rectum. "That's wonderful," she said after her tight sphincter had mushed out and he was slipping in and out easily.
Bert wiggled his cock and brought her hands over the flickering crown. She immediately went to work frigging the hard, supple shaft while he tended to her asshole. His balls bounced up and down as she pulled on the wrinkled skin and after they had curled up and gotten to know each other he inserted a second finger into her channel.