Mitzi smiled up politely as her boss stood before her desk and introduced his son, Richard, just out of Santa Barbara University.
"Age-old story," said the proud father of the handsome youth. "Son takes over father's business, and father retires to his golf and country club. But Richard won't be ready for that for a year or so. I'm depending on you and the other girls, Mitzi, to break the boy in, so to speak."
One problem. When Mitzi stood up to shake the young graduate's hand, she caught his lustful glance that went right down the cleavage of her blouse, an eyeing of her breasts that brought a sparkle to his eyes, eyes that had a certain unforgettable evil.
It was only a week later that the young married woman came to realize just how evil those eyes of the horny son were! He had asked her to work an hour overtime. She protested, saying her husband, Oscar, wouldn't understand.
"Call him and tell him it's a must," the brash young man demanded.
It was then she happened to glance at his stylishly-cut silk trousers. An even throb at the crotch caused her stomach to twitch. Dare she? She hadn't cheated on her husband in the six months of their marriage, but then again, her husband hadn't been all that attentive either. There had been something missing in their marriage, but she couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was.
She didn't work an extra hour. It was closer to two when the young cocksman, Richard, had maneuvered her into a situation he must have been planning all day. Somehow she didn't mind, and that's what bothered Mitzi most. Oh, she objected, protested, acted coy and all. But in her heart she knew she didn't mind.
He had coaxed her through three drinks, and she found herself on his office couch, naked, and she didn't know how that had all come about.
Mitzi's whole body tensed like a coiled spring, in horrified anticipation of the bruising pain she expected to slam into her at any moment.
But she wasn't prepared for what happened next-pain, she would have been ready for, but not this....
Richard skillfully spread the soft, pink flanges of her young pussy, opening wide the warm, moist lips and brushing aside the downy pussyhairs that lined the sides of her damp crevice. When the narrow slit was spread wide for his amusement, exposing the puckered edges of her cunt, Richard lowered his head to the fragrant lips, catching the young girl completely by surprise.
Her body cracked like a whip as his tongue made its first, electric contact with the sensitive, nerve-filled flesh of her vulnerable vaginal lips.
"N-no ... please," she gasped, her lips trembling as Richard's tongue probed her forbidden regions deftly, bringing shivers of wicked delight that coursed unwanted over her naked flesh in involuntary spasms, completely beyond her control. She blushed bright red with embarrassment, humiliated that this total stranger, this awful man, could bring such a lascivious response from her rebellious body-and that she was powerless to stop it.
Richard opened her young, moist cuntal furrow wide with his thumbs, and burrowed his tongue and lips in the warm slit, poking into her deepest hidden crevices, each worming probe bringing a new quiver of helplessness to her naked form. Her breasts were smashed against the sofa, beneath her kneeling form, and her lovely buttocks were shoved upward invitingly, unprotected and vulnerable to his lustful plundering.
"Oh, please ... this is so awful ... please stop ... please," begged Mitzi, her face awash with stinging tears, "I don't want to ... please!"
Don't want to, my ass! She's just like all the rest, Richard thought. In a couple of minutes she'll be begging me for it!
He knew he was good with his tongue-enough women had told him so, and he knew this snotty little bitch was no different from the others. His eyes squinted with wanton anticipation as he thought of his aching prick pounding into this ripe young bitch's pussy, filling her sex-starved, empty belly with his hot, scalding sperm ... reaming her tight little hole like she'd never had it before....
Furrowing his nose into the moist juiciness of her pussy, Richard fastened his teeth ever so gently on her tiny sensitive clitoris. He knew he'd found it when her whole naked buttocks suddenly quivered violently, sending a ripple of lewd sinful pleasure shivering along her spine. Mitzi felt her small pink nipples suddenly grow hard, poking painfully into the rough fabric of the sofa cushion beneath her breasts.
Oh, my God, what's happening to me ... what kind of an animal is he making me? I'm no better than this filthy beast! I can't help myself! I can't stop this awful burning that's raging inside me!
Richard teasingly rolled the tiny bud of her throbbing clitoris between his partially clenched teeth, feeling the little nub harden and swell as he tauntingly nibbled at it, licking it roughly with his tongue as Mitzi squirmed to escape the agonizing assault on her naked loins. She tried vainly to clench her firm buttocks' cheeks together, hoping she could shut off his salacious attack, but he held her fleshy half-moons tightly in his grip, and his fingers bit into her flesh painfully when she tried to pull away, leaving bright red welts between his digits that crisscrossed her ivory buttocks.
Mitzi's eyes were tightly shut, still the tears streamed like rain down her cheeks. Oh, Oscar I need you so much! Oh, God, how I wish you were here, Oscar! You'd get me out of this! You'd know how to handle this evil man!
But as those very thoughts raced across her tortured mind, Mitzi began to be shatteringly aware of a new sensation of lewd burning desire ravinging her insides-a raging-hot flame that seemed to roar from her ravished loins into her belly-a flame she'd tried so hard, so very, very hard to suppress.
Oh, no, please God! Don't let this awful thing happen to me!
Richard chuckled to himself as her naked hips began to slowly and involuntarily grind in a quiet, steady rhythm, making tiny concentric circles as he nibbled voraciously on her throbbing clitoris.
"Ooooooooohh ... please ... pleeeaaasssee!" she moaned, her mouth half open, her eyes still tightly shut. The tears had ceased to stream down her reddened cheeks, and her head was tossed back, her red hair trailing over her bare shoulders and onto her back. "Please stop! I can't stand it! I can't stand it!"
I'll bet this is the first time she's ever been eaten, laughed Richard. Well, I'll have to do a real good job!
Pleased with himself, he stepped up the pace of his hungry ravishment of her treasured crevice, his tongue alternating between the pulsing nub of her clitoris and the sensitive, fleshy flanges of her burning young pussy. He had a tight grip on her, holding her firmly in place, and he could feel her naked body shivering spasmodically as her hips ground faster and faster back against his swirling tongue.
Mitzi's quivering, naked ass ground harder and faster as she shoved her hips back to meet his tongue's delicious probing; though she fought it with every particle of resistance her reeling brain could muster, she knew she was rapidly losing control.
"Oh, damn ... it feels so good! Oh, I can't take any more! Please!" she choked, rivulets of perspiration running down her spine and draining down the widespread furrow of her buttocks.
Richard knew he had her right where he wanted her; she was his to do with as he pleased-nothing could stop him now.
With one last electrifying nibble, he released his tormenting grip on her lust-swollen clitoris, and raised his head to look over his helpless captive one more time. Her whole body continued, to shiver, her hips grinding in their same, steady rhythm, and a low mournful gasp slipped from her throat.
"Oooooohhh, please ... don't stop...." she moaned unconsciously. "Don't stop now! I was almost there!"
His face smeared with a leering grin, Richard brought his ominous shaft up into position, poised at the fleshy entrance to her hot, moist passage, the blood-filled knob brushing the pink softness of her hair-lined vaginal flanges just slightly.
Mitzi's whirling mind suddenly snapped back to a fleeting jolt of frightening reality, and she realized only too well how close she was to consciously giving herself to this man. "No! Not that ... I won't let you! I won't!" she screamed.
Heedless of her pleas, Richard buried his thick, hardened prick to its hairy base in the warm wetness of her pussy tunnel, ramming it to the hilt with one snap of his hips. The soft pink walls rippled aside in waves of delicious ecstasy as his thick shaft filled her young passage completely, spreading her fleshy vaginal lips wide as he rammed his eager cock deep into her belly.
"Oooooowwww!" she moaned, her tender passage on fire as his huge cudgel pierced her painfully, impaling her agonizingly on his heavy spear. "Oh, please. ... Please!"
Her cries were like fuel for the fire that Richard could feel in his own loins, and he slammed his bulky cock into her narrow, constrictive passage again and again.
Christ, what a tight little pussy! I'd swear she was cherry if she hadn't been married! Oh, baby, you're too much ... too much!
With both hands, he reached around her soft thighs and grabbed her bare legs, lifting her slightly for an even better angle. He heard her gasp for breath as his hard prick drove even deeper into the innocent depths of her young, quivering belly; he could tell he was in virgin territory, and it made him feel good to know her old man was less endowed, unable to find just the right spot way down in the bottom of her tight young pussy to drive her out of her mind. She was undeniably his now, and he aimed to give her a fucking she'd never forget!
"Come on, baby, back up on it! Suck it up in there real nice!" he shouted.
His words made the forbidden, lascivious excitement seem even more intense, and she found herself grinding back harder and harder onto his thick impaling shaft, rocking her naked hips from side to side as his cock burrowed deeper and deeper in her defenseless womb. Every inward thrust brought new ripples of wicked desire coursing through her ravaged body. Her breasts were crushed nearly flat beneath her, but her smooth rounded buttocks still waved high in the air, grinding upward to meet his plundering lunges with slow, delicious movements of her own.
His swollen, throbbing prick felt like a baseball bat shoved up inside her stretched, tender passage, but there was no longer any searing pain-just overwhelming waves of undiluted animal passion that swept over her in a warm surging tide.
Richard reached under her flat, sweat-soaked pelvis, and lifted her higher, slamming his stiff, aching penis deeper and deeper in the forbidden sanctuary of her tight, lust-moistened channel.
His fleshy spear slipped in and out of her clasping sheath easily, well-lubricated with her juices that seeped from her puckered pussy lips and trickled down her smooth, supple thighs.
He rocked his hips back, pulling his stiff member from her clutching tunnel until only the bulbous tip remained between her taut, stretched pussy-lips. Like a hungry, greedy mouth, her moist fleshy lips held the swelled knob of his cock tightly inside the warm shelter of her moist cuntal passage, reluctantly allowing the glistening shaft of his long, thick penis to slide from their voracious grip. There could be no doubt about it now-she was his, and only seconds away from complete and lascivious abandonment.
"Oh, God ... don't stop! Don't stop! That's it ... Harder ... Harder! ... HARDER!! PLEASE HARDER!"
Richard knew the end was close, and with every ounce of strength left in his body, he pounded violently into her young, eager pussy, gritting his teeth and tightly clenching the muscles of his buttocks in a desperate effort to hold back the seething flood filling his balls so painfully he thought they'd explode.
Richard slammed his hairy, sweat-drenched pelvis against her wildly grinding buttocks, burying his throbbing prick right up to the hilt in the wet, juicy furrow of her greedily clasping cunt, and with a loud, gasping cry of relief, felt his hot surging sperm course along the length of his painfully swollen cock and explode in a torrent of hot, sticky liquid far up into her belly, filling her.
Mitzi felt her muscles loosen from her toes right up to her head, as the surging throes of her climax ran their devastating course, her ravished passage hungrily gulping up every precious drop of the man's life-giving load as it pumped into her in spurt after spurt of hot, searing ecstasy.
He released his grip on her thighs, dropping her back onto the sofa, and she fell forward, collapsing in a heaving, gasping heap across the tattered cushions.
Richard's rapidly deflating prick slipped from her taut, juice-soaked sheath with a lewd sucking sound as she fell forward, leaving behind a trail of sticky white semen that dangled for a moment from the end of his rubbery knob, hanging lifelessly between his bulky, hair-covered thighs, then dripped onto the sofa in a tiny wet puddle.
He reached for his undershorts, and wiped his limp prick clean with them, blotting up the lurid mixture of his sperm and Mitzi's love-juices from his dangling, leathery balls and tossing the soiled undergarment aside.
"Baby, Dad will give you a raise," he said after a long pause. "I'll see to that."
Mitzi pulled herself up from the sofa, and collected her clothes from the floor where they'd fallen, moving slowly and gingerly to ease the throbbing pain between her legs.
Oh, God, what have I done! What has happened to me! Have I turned into some sort of tramp? Oh, how will I ever tell Oscar about this? I'll die first! I'll die!
As it turned out, she never did have to tell Oscar. Only a week later Richard had left to go back East to live with his mother. She heard arguing in the office of her boss, and then Richard had stamped out, never even glancing her way. Good, Mitzi thought. I can make believe it never happened. And Oscar will never know.
Six months had passed since that experience. Mitzi had almost forgotten that it had ever happened.
The ravishing redhead pouted her pretty lips, her hands arched defiantly on her hips.
"Don't you dare try to stop me, Oscar!" Mitzi shouted at her husband. "I don't care what you think! This is a real break-through, both for me and the other girls."
"Okay, okay," he said. "Just don't come crying to me when you're ridiculed by the men you'll have to work with."
"Ohhhhhh! You're just like all the others. You think women can't handle the same jobs men can. Well, we'll show you!" With that the shapely young housewife turned her back on her husband and began washing the dinner dishes. Just standing there, the ruffled redhead was an urgent and exciting challenge.
Mitzi had long silken hair that snugly framed her attractive face and fell recklessly over her shoulders. The young woman's cheeks glowed with vitality, and when she smiled they dimpled prettily at the corners of her widely sensuous mouth. Long sweeping lashes gave her deep blue eyes a deceptively innocent appearance. Deceptive, because when she observed her husband's naked maleness, then a predatory fire burned in her eyes like a flaming torch. At the moment she was wearing a short mint green skirt, revealing the satiny curves of her long white legs, and a snug white blouse which held fast her straining full-rounded breasts. .
She dipped her hands into the sudsy water and began rinsing the glasses one by one. And that's another thing, she thought. There's no reason why Oscar shouldn't do the housework sometimes. Although for the moment her husband was thinking like a typical "male chauvinist pig," Mitzi usually felt he was extremely fair about dividing up the things that had to be done. Since they both worked during the day, her tall blond husband had told her, there was no reason why he shouldn't do his part.
The shapely twenty-one-year-old redhead was well aware of how lucky she had been in getting Oscar for a husband. They had been married a year, and tonight was the closest they had ever come to having a serious argument. Actually, Mitzi could understand why Oscar was acting a little jealous. After all, she was well aware of the special attraction she held for most men, and now she was going to be working in Los Angeles with some of the coarsest men employed by the Mission Plumbing Company. It was perfectly normal that her husband should be a little concerned for her welfare and self-respect.
"Nevertheless," Mitzi said as she placed the frying pan in the dish drain, unaware that her husband had left the kitchen, "it's quite a break for women's lib. I've worked hard to get the plumbers' union to consider taking in women, and I've spent a lot of time convincing my boss at Mission that he ought to make plumbing jobs available to women. I haven't minded my job as a secretary there too much, but not all women like desk jobs. Plumbing is more challenging, the pay is better and...." She turned around to face her husband and was surprised and angry that he had walked out while she was talking to him. Banging the rest of the pots and pans noisily into the dish drain, she continued her argument silently.
How could she have known she'd be one of the few women chosen for a three-month trial period? Pat Reynolds, a junior bookkeeper, had also been named, as well as Ruby Jackson, a file clerk.
True, there were some snickers and coarse jokes when the announcement was made, but that was nothing to fret about. The pretty redhead knew that she could do the job, and that was all that mattered. Mitzi had kept her young slim shape since high school by bowling on weekends and by working out three times a week at the gym. Self-consciously, the shapely young wife flexed the muscles in her long, nicely tapered legs and gripped tighter the earthenware casserole she was scrubbing. She enjoyed the supple tautness she felt in her upper arms and firmly rounded breasts as she set the casserole on the drain board to dry. She would be able to keep up with the best of the opposite sex in all but the heaviest work.
After the dishes were done, Mitzi walked into the living room and sat down next to her husband who was on the sofa watching television. As usual they sat together drinking a glass of beer and sharing a small bowl of peanuts while they watched their favorite Thursday night programs. After the eleven o'clock news was over, Mitzi prepared herself for bed while Oscar watched the sportscast and weather report.
The young wife had already showered and was in bed reading her Plumber's Manual by the time Oscar finally came into the room. The disgruntled young husband got in on his side with his back to his pretty young wife, totally ignoring the fact that she was under the same sheet with him. Mitzi reached over to him, placing her hand, and gave him a playful shake.
"Hi, stranger. How about a little kiss?" Mitzi teased him, pressing the soft white flesh of her belly against the well-muscled tautness of his buttocks.
"Sorry, honey. But I'm really bushed tonight," he told her in a cool voice. "Hope you don't mind if we don't make love."
Mitzi forced herself to keep her voice calm and light-sounding. "Oh, of course not, silly. But you could kiss me good-night so I'll know you're not angry with me."
The twenty-five year old husband turned his head toward his curvaceous wife and dutifully pecked her on the cheek. "Goodnight. Don't read too late-you've got another long day tomorrow," he said, turning his back to her again. Within a few minutes, Oscar was sound asleep and breathing heavily.
But Mitzi was finding it hard to concentrate on the material she was supposed to be boning up on for the first training session in the trade school class the next day. Perhaps she was making a mountain out of a molehill, but it had already been more than a week since her husband had shown any real interest in touching her body, let alone interest in making love to her. And before that, they had gone without sex for an even longer period of time. Thank God, she didn't have the kind of drive that demanded his attentions every night. However, once in a while the young redhead felt they should be able to make each other feel good. The frequency of their lovemaking had become less and less until now she really felt the need.
For the millionth time, Mitzi went over their relationship, wondering if her support of the women's liberation movement and her new job at the plumbing company had in some way caused her husband to lose not only his interest, but his feelings of virility as well. The young redhead knew her husband was very sensitive about his sexual prowess. Obviously, Oscar was beginning to feel threatened by her involvement in an all-male project and therefore was being sexually turned off. It was ridiculous! How could fighting for equal job opportunity and salary affect her husband personally?
As far as she was concerned, the two of them had had a good thing going since they were married a year ago, and she did not feel that the complaints made by many of her co-workers about their husbands were valid in her case. On the other hand, there was no way the young wife could ignore the fact that since she had become an unofficial spokesman for the girls at work who advocated equal rights for women, she and Oscar had not gotten along as well as before.
Mitzi remembered a psychiatrist, who was sympathetic with the cause, telling a women's lib group on television that they could expect something like this to happen as they gained more and more freedom. Nevertheless, Mitzi was quite surprised to see it actually happening to her and Oscar. Particularly since the young redhead felt her husband had never encroached on her rights as a human being at any time during their marriage-at least, never before now. True, Mitzi had pointed out that she should have as much say-so as he about when and how they would make love to each other, taking away his perogative as a man to seduce his wife at will, but she didn't see how that could hurt him. If anything, it should make him feel better, because she could sometimes play the seductress, thereby further enhancing the sexual act for both of them.
Closing the manual she had been studying when Oscar had finally come to bed, Mitzi set it on the night stand and then switched off the light. As the alluring young wife lay in the darkness next to her husband's strong, muscular body, feelings of erotic desire began flooding through her love-starved body. To fondle the warm thickness of Oscar's soft genitals while he slept, arousing him to the point of making love to her, became the bewildered redhead's consuming wish. Wild little fires of warmth began to dance around in her loins when she rolled over onto her side and boldly reached her hand over his upthrust hip and down inside the opening of her husband's cotton pajamas.
Oscar's dormant penis lay curled up between his legs like that of a young boy's. But soon the curvaceous redhead knew it wouldn't take her long to tease his yielding softness into rigid attention. As she began lightly running the tips of her fingers over his tender, smooth-skinned testicles, Oscar moaned softly in his sleep and unconsciously his balls pressed closer into her probing fingers as she felt his warm flaccid cock slowly stiffening against the skin of her forearm. The tingling sensation down in Mitzi's loins began to rise to an even stronger pulsing pitch. She was enjoying the drowsy response of her husband as she brought his fleshy shaft up to a rigidity that he was as yet unaware of consciously. Clasping the throbbing thickness in her fingers, the excited young wife began gently stroking up and down the length of his swelling rod of flesh, first slipping the loose outer skin up over the turgid tip-end of his cock, then pulling it back down again until the foreskin was tautly stretched over the semi-hard shaft. On the tip of her thumb, Mitzi could feel tiny drops of seminal fluid seeping from the slit at the end of his pulsating cock staff, and she sighed softly in anticipation of the pleasurable feeling his hardness would bring up inside her hungry quivering vagina. Pressing the fingers of her left hand tightly between the softness of her own thighs, the red-haired wife began stroking her middle finger around the moistening lips of her cuntal mouth in preparation for his entry.
Now her breath was coming in deeper, faster lungfuls as Mitzi leaned over close to her sleeping husband's face and extended her tongue, running it lightly and wetly around the edges of his ear. Slowly the sleeping husband began to stir from the erotic feeling the warm wetness gave him and then, as she thrust the full length of her moist tongue deep into the sensitive opening of his ear, Oscar was suddenly wide awake.
Bolting upright in bed, Oscar pushed his wife's hand away from his now fully erect penis, looking irate as he scowled and hissed out his words.
"For Christ's sake, Mitzi!" he snarled indignantly. "What are you? Some kind of nympho? I told you I was too tired. Now why in the devil don't you keep your hands to yourself and go to sleep?"
Throwing himself back down on the bed, the young husband rolled over onto his stomach with a sigh of disgust and pretended to be sleeping. Oscar could hear his wife's quiet sobbing as she lay beside him and he knew that he had hurt her feelings, but he didn't care. Let the little bitch suffer for a while. Although he had never said so, all along he had thought she was getting a little too independent since she'd become involved with that bunch of libbers down at the plumbing company. Of course, they would all deny that they were libbers but look at the way they stuck together and backed each other in their complaints about the way men treated them. Anyway, he had just about lost patience with the whole business; instead of devoting her time to this nonsense, his wife should come back down to earth and think about taking care of his needs.
As Oscar saw it, women who became that free were in danger of losing all the respect they felt was their due. Neglect your husband, and your husband will begin to neglect you; that was the way he had begun to look at it. Oscar had thought that Mitzi would have noticed by now that he was not taking her preoccupation very well with this women's lib thing and that the entire time he had only been humoring her. Now he felt it was time to start taking retaliatory actions. And what better way than to take the same tack traditionally used by women-deny your mate sexual satisfaction. Of course, that meant he had to look elsewhere to satisfy his own needs, but that was no problem.
Another week or so of this starvation routine and Mitzi would come to her senses and give up this crazy idea she had of being a plumber. If it became necessary he would sleep on the sofa and masturbate in the bathroom rather than to give in to his wife's sexual needs. Hell, for that matter, it was the easiest thing in the world to find another woman these days, with the way they were acting so free. Up to this point he had remained faithful to his wife since they had been married, but the incidental things Mitzi had been doing to annoy him for the past few weeks now made it possible for him to envision himself playing around with another woman.
Take the housework, for example, he went on thinking. When they were first married, Mitzi had insisted that she didn't want to stay home and be a housekeeper. Not only had the pretty young bride convinced him that they could use the extra money she would bring in by keeping her job at the plumbing company, but she also told him she could take care of the household duties in much less time than most women needed. For a while it was true; however, for the past month or so, Mitzi had begun to expect him to help her with the housework, and jobs he had previously done out of the goodness of his heart had suddenly become his assigned chores. Dammit, he didn't like doing housework and he didn't like being coerced into having to do it. Lately, Oscar had begun to balk a little, telling Mitzi he couldn't go on putting in nine or ten hours in his sales manager's office-where he, incidentally, made three times as much money as she could ever hope to make-and still do half her housework.
That phrase, "her housework," really ticked Mitzi off when she heard Oscar using it. Mitzi had shouted at him for the first time since they had met, saying that there was nothing in the marriage contract that stated she had to do all the household duties. And even if there was such a provision, she had gone on to say, the whole marriage deal was something thought up by men in the first place to get free slaves to care for them, and she would be damned if she would live by the standards of a society based on male chauvinism. The shapely redhead had changed quite a bit from the rather shy, innocent creature he had married such a short time ago.
Apparently, Mitzi didn't even know how serious all this had become, the tall blond husband was thinking as he felt himself finally relaxing again. Well, maybe after a few more little scenes like tonight, it would begin to sink into her rebellious little skull. If she went on, endangering a marriage that held more promise than most, then he would come right out and demand what he thought she should do if she wanted to remain his wife. If not, then to hell with her, he thought bitterly. I'll find another woman. He smiled wryly to himself as he finally felt sleep spreading through his limbs again.
Mitzi had been so shocked by her husband's unexpected hostile response that she had been left speechless. Then, as she saw that Oscar seemed to be slipping back into a deep sleep, she felt the hot tears of frustration welling up in her eyes once more. She felt that unless something drastic happened very soon their brief marriage was headed for certain collapse. While it was true that she had on occasion rebuffed him when she was not in the mood for making love, she had always tried to be as understanding as possible so as not to hurt his feelings. She still felt a deep satisfying love for her husband, further enhanced by their increasing intimate knowledge of how to please each other in bed. There was no way in the world for her to envision ever wanting to run out on Oscar, and yet-yet he was driving her mad with his curtness and sarcasm.
Once she had stopped crying, the young redhead gradually edged her warm body away from Oscar so she would not awaken him and then have to bear the brunt of another verbal assault. She lay on her back on the far side of the bed, her hand still cupping the soft, wet mound of her russet pubic hair, her extended middle finger lying full-length over the momentarily dwindled clitoris nestled in the moist flesh between her thighs. Little by little she concentrated on the sensations once more building up in her quivering little pussy, slowly massaging her finger back and forth sideways over the swelling little button of flesh.
When her vaginal secretions were again freely seeping out of the softly-fleshed mound of her cunt, the young wife began slipping her finger wetly in and out of the tightly clasping little opening, her buttocks automatically beginning to grind lewdly down into the firm mattress beneath. Soon the aroused redhead was biting her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud at the flaring heat spreading throughout her loins, pumping her finger wildly into the welcoming wetness of her hotly flowering pussy, searching with her fingertip for evererrant wave of pleasure now coursing through her veins.
Mitzi's other hand till now had lain dormant beside her hip on the bed, but now, as though having a life of its own, she felt it move up along her hip and over her warmly quaking belly to the rising and falling firmness of her ripe young breasts. Lewdly, her thumb and forefinger began pinching at the taut pink buds of her swelling nipples.
"Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh," she breathed in hoarse whispers beside her sleeping husband, not caring whether he woke to find her so obscenely finger-fucking herself or not. Her mind was blazing from the effects of her autoerotic display, and the thought of his discovering her performing the lewd, forbidden act drove her to further frenzied twisting and squirming on her own impaling middle finger.
Suddenly, she wished that he would awaken and see her in the dim light coming from the hall night lite, then become excited enough himself to masturbate while she watched ... or ... or fuck her! Picturing him stroking the long thickness of his fleshy rod, Mitzi suddenly felt her inner thighs begin to tremble in anticipation of her fast-approaching climax. The intense feeling spread like wildfire throughout her jerking loins, her softly rounded buttocks spasming wildly against the springiness of the mattress beneath. The lovely young redhead's breathing had become a reedy flutter in her throat, and then the cuntal fluids doubled their flowing warmth, soaking her middle finger buried up to the palm of her hand in her hot, writhing pussy to run stickily out over her hand and down the narrow crevice of her ass-cheeks to dampen the sheet beneath her.
Her back arched high up from the bed at the peak of the sensuous explosion in her throbbing hot cunt while her left hand kneaded crazily at the soft resilience of her young breasts, and then it was over. She hung arched above the mattress like a human suspension bridge for a long trembling moment before her body collapsed like a limp rag doll back down onto the bed.
Poor Oscar, the blue-eyed wife thought with bitter humor when she had regained her composure a little. He missed out on a good one that time. Before she could even begin to think about being guilty of some kind of perversion or shameless act, the satiated redhead was sound asleep beside her husband, her right hand still innocently cupping the warmly palpitating mound up between her parted thighs. Later the young wife dreamed she was a sensuous native girl on a tropical Pacific island. At the snap of her finger, three naked native men appeared to make love to her. There were at least two hundred virile young men on the island, and it was paradise-paradise because she was the only woman.
CHAPTER TWO
During the next four weeks, Mitzi did not have much time to think about her problems with her husband Oscar. In addition to six hours daily of practical training in the plumbing workshop of the technical trade school, the ambitious young wife had all the plumbing manuals to master before she could start work in the field. It involved great effort, but she enjoyed working with her hands for a change, and none of the procedures was more challenging than she could handle.
The class of thirty-four women and twenty-six men-had spent so much time together that it was only natural that they had become acquainted with each other. Most of the classes had begun having lunch together at times, and often they stopped in at a nearby bar for a drink before going to their respective homes.
On the last day of the class training period, Mitzi joined the others in a ritual drinking bout at the local bar to celebrate making it through the intensified training program. The following Monday, they would report to their respective employers for the initial on-the-job training period. As was the custom, section foremen from various plumbing companies represented attended the get-together. At Golden Gate it was already known which sections they would be working with, and Mitzi was waiting to meet her foreman, Dan Roper. She was sitting with Ted Mason, with whom she had become friendly in the course of the month-long period.
"You heard anything about Dan Roper, Mitzi?" Ted Mason asked her when the initial excitement of the cocktail hour had passed. The handsome virile young man looked at the curvaceous redhead with the look of a man who knows how to handle women. He was well over six feet tall, with a lean, hard body still in shape from his recent hitch in the Army's Green Berets. His hair was light brown, trimmed short, and his sun-tanned complexion was a startling contrast to the penetrating soft brown color of his eyes. Mitzi was not one to admit it, but she enjoyed the young apprentice's company, and her spirits unconsciously rose every time Ted came into her presence. She was a little sorry that he'd been assigned to a different section, but after thinking it over, the young wife decided it was better that she not see too much of her handsome co-worker. Since she and her husband Oscar were slightly at odds with each other, this strong, muscular plumber with the penetrating gaze had begun to occupy more and more of Mitzi's thoughts. This way, they would probably only see each other every two weeks when they picked up their checks.
"Nobody seems to like him much as a person," Mitzi replied in answer to Ted's question. "But they say that he's a good man to work for. He knows his job and lets you be if you do yours. How about your boss?"
"Martin Johnson? Oh, I've heard various stories. But I'll wait and see how he works before I make up my mind. All I'm interested in right now is doing my job." The tall young veteran met Mitzi's clear blue eyes with a determined look, then, in a deep masculine voice he added, "I expect to be a section foreman myself as soon as possible."
"You'll make it, Ted. Anybody can see you're a good man," Mitzi answered in a deep soft voice, almost blushing at the way they were looking at each other. Neither of them wanted to reveal in words the attraction they each were feeling for the other, but it was all there in their eyes. "Of course, you'll be competing with me. There's no reason why I couldn't be a foreman, too, once I've learned the job." Mitzi watched Ted's face for a sign of ridicule, but if he felt any impulse to make fun of her, he was hiding it very well. Instead, he lifted his glass in a toast.
"May the best man win," he said with a lighthearted smile.
While they were waiting for another round of beers to be brought over, a stocky middle-aged man sauntered over to their table. His deep-set eyes were heavily-lidded, and he had full, sensuous lips fixed by habit into a derisive smile.
"You Mason?" the man asked bluntly, flicking his eyes once over the rounded contours of Mitzi's amply filled white sweater before looking at Ted.
"That's right," Ted answered affably, wondering who in hell this officious older man could be.
"I'm Roper. Dan Roper. You've been shifted from Johnson's section to mine." Roper put out his hand and gripped Ted's in a firm handshake. Then he turned his gaze back to Mitzi and met her appraising glance with an obvious lecherous glint in his dark brown eyes. "Mitzi, right? When I saw your name on my list, I thought you were a little girl in pigtails, but now I can see you're very much a woman. Pleased to meet you."
The foreman's eyes lingered at the shapely redhead's full, sensuous lips before dropping lower to her voluptuously thrusting breasts. The young wife felt worse than naked under the foreman's insulting gaze and immediately felt antagonistic toward him. He was obviously a coarse man who didn't like the idea of having a young woman in his crew section, but he wouldn't dare to admit it for fear of complaints from the ladies' faction of the union.
"How do you do, Mr. Roper?" Mitzi said, forcing her voice to be as pleasant but formal as possible. If she were going to be working with this man for the next trial month, she would have to get along with him, and she would do her best.
"Everyone I can," the burly foreman wisecracked. Then, slumping into the chair next to Mitzi without an invitation, he waved for a drink. "What I'm waiting to see is how you do after a couple of days crawling under houses with an arm-load of wrenches."
It took a lot of willpower, but the red-haired beauty kept from answering him in an angry voice. Instead, she looked him straight in the eyes and said, "If you can still make it, I think I can."
"What? Why you...." He stopped, his lips already forming the "b" of the next word he was about to say. Barely catching himself in time, Roper merely smiled knowingly and nodded his head several times as if to say, "You'll get yours later, baby."
When the waiter arrived with his bourbon-on-the-rocks, Roper lewdly announced in a loud coarse voice, "Here's to ladies who can make it ... with long two-inch round pipes." Then he emptied the glass in one gulp, replaced it on the tray, and immediately ordered another.
The three of them sat drinking in silence for a long time, thinking their own thoughts and pretending to watch the activity in the room. Dan Roper felt his stomach muscles tighten as he thought about the snippy little bitch coming back at him like that. He would have to watch his tongue, however. Already the union had been giving him hell about the rough way he had been treating his crew, and now with the new policy about women's rights, he would have to be even more careful. Judging from some of the rumors that got back to him, the rugged foreman had sensed that someone in the office was out to get his ass fired. That would be a blow, all right. To lose his job only four years before his retirement fund was paid up. It would be just like those administrative bastards to find a reason to get rid of me after almost twenty years with the company, he thought. However, as he understood it, they couldn't cut him off completely-the union had done some good things for him-but he could lose almost half of his pension money if he didn't finish his full twenty years.
Ignoring the tension in his stomach which he had begun to think was an ulcer, he turned to the young veteran sitting beside Mitzi.
"You ever drive a truck?" he asked in a false friendly voice. He hadn't decided yet if there was any hanky-panky going on between his two new plumbers, but, if he was any judge, he'd say they were a little sweet on each other, whether they knew it or not.
"Yeah, I was in charge of a motor pool at Hood before taking my Green Beret training," Ted Mason answered in a matter-of-fact tone. "Guess I drove about everything on wheels for a while. Why? You looking for a driver?"
"Maybe. I don't drive much anymore. My regular driver has been out for a week with the flu, and all the other guys seem to think that a double clutch means both hands on a big pair of tits!" The burly foreman chuckled without humor, the sound coming from deep in his throat and out between lips that slightly turned up at the corners of his mouth.
Dutifully, the attractive young wife tossed her head back and tried to laugh at the crude joke. She reasoned that, if she were going to go through with what used to be strictly a man's job, she would have to learn to mix well with her male co-workers. But she had taken an immediate dislike to her new boss, and nothing he could do would be able to change the rather low opinion she had of him as a man.
It was obvious to Ted Mason what was going on in his shapely co-worker's mind. He could see her blue eyes calculating how she should treat this Dan Roper, and he knew she was smart enough to work it all out. Still, Ted couldn't help feeling a little sorry for the lovely young girl and for the ordeal she would have to go through before she was accepted by the other plumbing crewmen. Sure, he had thought it a little strange at first that a woman should want to do a man's work, but, as he had gotten to know her and talk with her about it, he had begun to understand. There was no reason why she or anybody else should be cooped up in an office all the time if they didn't enjoy it.
It was all the young woman could do to keep from telling Dan Roper to get lost, particularly since he kept making insinuating remarks and crude jokes at the pretty redhead's expense. Also, there was no way to avoid noticing that the older man enjoyed running his eyes lustfully over the twenty-one-year-old girl's lust-inciting curves. Not that you could blame him. Ted had never known a woman who attracted him as much as Mitzi did, and the fact that they could talk so easily together made her even more interesting.
Although Mitzi had never really come out and said so, Ted gathered that the captivating young housewife and her husband-what was his name?-Oscar, that was it-she and Oscar were having problems, even though their marriage was only a little over a year old. Ted suspected that it had something to do with this women's lib thing, and he had often wanted to ask Mitzi about it, but he respected her too much to bring it up first. Sex had to be involved, too-it never seemed to be far behind in matters of women's lib. Anyway, Ted wouldn't be adverse to satisfying any needs the young redhead's husband was leaving unsatisfied.
When Dan Roper finally left their table to greet another foreman who had just come into the bar, Ted and Mitzi both gave a sigh of relief, looked at each other, and broke out laughing.
"I see you don't like him any more than I do," Mitzi said.
"He's all right. He's just not used to treating women as equals. His type uses women; they can't befriend them. But you're right. He's still an obnoxious bastard."
"I can't imagine a woman letting him touch her," Mitzi wondered with a tone of disgust in her voice. "Do you suppose he's married?"
"Probably his wife is married, but he's not," Ted suggested sarcastically, and again they laughed together, eyes locked in mutual appreciation. Neither of them spoke of the gladness they felt at the chances they would have to see each other, now that they would be in the same working crew. It was a real stroke of good luck, and it wasn't a good idea to tempt fate by talking about such things when you didn't have to.
It was six o'clock when Mitzi looked at her watch. The lovely young wife got up from the table.
"Time to get home and wait on my lord and master," she said, only half-joking. As Mitzi bent down to pick up her things, her tall young co-worker ran his eyes over her curvaceous body, lingering on the softly rounded contours of her nicely shaped buttocks encased in her tight short skirt.
As he helped her slip into her coat, the handsome ex-Green Beret leaned forward, his face close to the clean sweet fragrance of her silky red hair, teasingly blowing into her right ear.
Longing to press his lips to her neck, he huskily asked, "Does Oscar really give you a hard time?" There was an obvious touch of desire in his voice. It was difficult for him to see at that moment how any man could treat this lovely, unconsciously seductive creature with anything but tenderness. He himself would be anything she wanted him to be if she would only say the word. For a brief moment, Mitzi let her head lean back against his chest, not wanting to pull away from him right now, as she knew she should.
"N-no Ted," she answered hesitantly, with a slight quaver in her voice. Her knees felt a little weak, probably from the beer, she thought. "He just doesn't understand me, that's all. I get the feeling he thinks I'm attacking his masculinity by taking this supposed man's job." Her tone made it clear that she was hurt and bewildered by her husband's attitude. Abruptly, she turned and faced Ted Mason, her long flaming red hair falling back from her shoulders as she craned her neck back to look up at her co-worker. "But why would I do that? Any woman who wants to do that to a man is crazy," she added.
When it finally dawned on Mitzi that, in effect, she was saying she liked a man to be virile, she blushed and smiled up into Ted's admiring face. Then, fighting down the impulse to give him her lips, the young wife swung around in a graceful pirouette and walked toward the door. "Enough therapy for one day," she called playfully from over her shoulder. Then she was gone.
Ted had felt the impulse she'd had to kiss him and, as he watched her beautiful shapely form thread through the crowded bar, he felt a flood of warmth down in his loins that he recognized only too well-he would have to make love to her, and as soon as possible. She was right on the verge of getting into an affair and, with a little push, would give in. Wild pictures of the young shapely redhead lying naked beneath him with his desire-hardened cock sunk deep up into her beautiful young cunt ran though his mind as he moved toward another girl he had gotten to know in the recent weeks. She couldn't hold a candle to Mitzi, but Ted never liked to be without female companionship, even if he had no romantic intentions. But still ... still his balls ached from just the thought of fucking the voluptuous young Mitzi out of her mind whether she was married or not!!!
CHAPTER THREE
The little romance building between Mitzi and Ted Mason had not been missed by their foreman, Dan Roper. In the bar, he happened to be watching them as they were saying good-bye, and it had pissed him off that the snooty little redhead was responding to Ted, after she had treated him with such obvious disdain. Already thinking of how he could maneuver himself into getting a little piece of the luscious young wife, Roper watched Ted move in on another young girl even before Mitzi was out the door. It was obvious his new plumber and driver was a big operator with the women, and Roper would see to it that Ted had a chance to get at the young married bitch. It was always easier to get in for seconds and fuck her holding that over her head than to be the one to cut the ice. Roper had no pride in such matters, and he certainly would have no compunction about knocking Ted Mason out of the saddle as soon as he was sure he would get a free ride.
So, on Monday morning, Roper was staring through the windshield with hung-over bloodshot eyes, only half-listening to the loud voices of Mitzi and the two men coming from the back of the panel truck. Driving beside him was Ted Mason, who was proving to be an able man with the awkward-handling vehicle. With casual ease, the young, well-muscled man manipulated the wheel, twisting and turning the truck on the narrow asphalt road taking them eastward into the low hills of Hacienda Heights. Roper knew from personal experience that making the sharp turns took strong arms and a powerful back, but Ted made no sign that he was putting forth any effort at all.
"The next road to the right," Dan Roper told him in a gruff voice. Never in a good mood until after the two or three beers he would take with his lunch, the foreman was in a worse state than usual this morning. He had argued almost all night with his bitching wife about the two days and nights he had spent on the lake with a neighbor, fishing occasionally but mostly boozing. Sooner or later he was going to have to slap Henrietta around a little bit. He had lots of better things to do than fight with a forty-three-year-old wife who was letting herself fall apart. Like the blonde widow who kept hanging around Saturday night, Roper thought with a glint in his eye, and licking his lips, he thought of socking it to her when they got together the following weekend.
At that moment, they passed a row of modern ranch-style houses, then continued on past a new shopping center, finally coming to an abrupt stop before a three-story apartment building going up.
"Here's our first job, and watch your language, boys. Don't forget we've got a lady in the crowd," Roper growled over his shoulder as he elbowed his door open, his voice lost in the general laughter. It was clear the other guys were having no trouble getting along with the new addition to the crew; in fact, they seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. Remembering the curt manner with which Mitzi had treated him three days ago, the stocky foreman felt his supposed ulcer burning in his stomach. In his opinion, girls wouldn't work out because they wouldn't be able to mix it up with the rough men, but this little redhead seemed to be shooting his theory to hell.
"Okay Mason, Mitzi, pile out. Ray, give them that box of elbow joints. Mason, grab that kit of wrenches. You and Mitzi try your hand at installing the lawn sprinkling system-the pipes are piled up over there," Roper ordered them like a boot camp sergeant. "Don't forget any of your tools. I'm taking Ray and Nelson on down the road to the next job. If I'm not back by lunch-time, keep at it, okay?"
When Ted Mason and Mitzi were getting together all the equipment they would need, Ted glanced up apprehensively at the sky. Dark clouds were moving low and fast overhead from the west. "You'll be back for us if the rain starts pouring down?" he asked.
"Yeah. As soon as I can. But if it starts raining, you can take off for the apartment building-it's only forty yards or so. Nobody lives in any of the apartments. Anyway, here's a key to the front door, just in case."
With that, Dan Roper threw away the cigar he had been smoking on and off since early morning and swung himself into the cab. With a little difficulty, Roper managed to turn the truck around and took off. Ted and Mitzi were left alone near the apartment building, where the only sounds were those of the birds and a light breeze whistling through several olive trees nearby. They studiously avoided looking at each other, almost as if afraid to trust themselves alone like this.
"Well, we might as well get on with it," Ted finally said. "I'm just as much on trial as you are. We want to have a decent amount of work done by the time Mother Roper comes back to check. He'd like nothing better than to have something to bitch about."
The two new plumbers worked hard until ten-thirty, laying down and connecting the network of pipe for the sprinkler system. By the time they sat down under one of the olive trees for their morning break and a late breakfast, they were sweating, even though it was a windy fall day.
"Hi, veteran plumber and wet mermaid," Ted teased, pointing to rivulets of perspiration running down Mitzi's forehead. "Didn't you forget your beach towel?" They both laughed.
The handsome young couple had finished off their sandwiches and drunk most of the thermos of hot coffee when all of a sudden the wind whipped up from out of nowhere and a heavy rain began to fall.
"Come on," Mitzi shrieked, "let's see if we can make it to the apartment building."
The rain beat down on them as they ran, then finally reaching the building, a frantic search for the front door key slowed them down. By the time they had entered the building and flung open an unlocked apartment door on the first floor they were drenched. Their hair and clothes were sopping wet, clinging tightly to their youthful bodies.
"Baby, this is some rain," the tall plumber observed from the window of the apartment. "If this keeps up, Roper won't try to get back to us till who knows when."
"Maybe it'll blow over as fast as it started," Mitzi replied, surprised at the insane little flutter she felt inside when he called her "baby."
Since the pair had first met a month ago, though they never acknowledged it, they had been waiting for an opportunity like this. Now, at last, unexpectedly, they were alone and as free as they had been in their dreams about each other. As the rain continued to hammer the countryside, Ted and Mitzi stood at the window together for what seemed a long time, pretending to watch the sheets of water rushing over the lawn outside the building.
Their minds, however, were on other more exciting pleasures. Wondering if he could safely get something started with the provocative young redhead, the anxious young ex-Green Beret finally turned from the window and walked into the dark recesses of the room. In one of the corners he saw a gas-heated fireplace.
"Lucky for us the gas is turned on," he said heartily, turning the knob for the fireplace and lighting it. "We'll have Little Red Riding Hood warming herself in front of the fire before you can say 'wolf'!"
"Brrr! At the moment I feel more like Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother," Mitzi coyly replied, striding across the room to join her male companion, her provocative hips swaying unintentionally back and forth beneath the clinging wet trousers.
Oh baby, Ted thought to himself as he watched her secretly, if you can swing like that, neither of us is going to be disappointed. The devastating young redhead settled down next to him on the thick carpeted floor and began drying her long flowing red hair in front of the flickering blue gas flame. Ted glanced hungrily at the round shapes of her ass-cheeks clearly out-lined under her tight trousers, thinking that he would like nothing better than to fuck her right then and there. But experience had told him to play it cool. First he would get her in the mood. If he could only get her to take her clothes off today....
"Listen, unless we both want to catch pneumonia, we'd better strip down and dry our clothes," he suggested casually.
Mitzi jerked her head around and looked apprehensively into his calm, noncommittal gaze. "Uh no, Ted," she declined hesitantly her face flushed pink with embarrassment and simultaneous excitement at the thought of seeing her handsome co-worker almost naked. Although the sex-deprived young wife couldn't have admitted it, even to herself, she would have liked nothing better than to have the virile man's cock far up inside her already slightly tingling vagina. Part of her reluctance was based on the fact that she had worked long and hard to gain respect as a person, and to react now to him as a man could possibly cause her to lose what she and the other women were trying so much to get. If I play along with Ted this way, I'll just end up making a fool of myself, she thought. Uncontrollably, however, her mind kept returning to thoughts of sex.
"Look Mitzi, if you're afraid I'll try something, relax. You couldn't be safer. Rape of unwilling women just isn't my bag." His face showed a slight annoyance with her. "But," he went on in a humoring tone, "if it'll make you feel better, I'll put up a curtain."
Scrambling to his feet, the young bachelor took several newspapers and two chairs left by construction men and placed them near Mitzi's side of the fireplace. She watched with interest as he took some wire from his tool box and strung it between the chairs, making a low-slung clothesline.
"Now," he said confidently, "we hang a few newspapers and-presto! Our little Red Riding Hood is safely hidden from the wolf's wicked eyes."
He turned the gas flame higher and ducked behind the curtain, both of them laughing at his words. The broad-shouldered ex-Green Beret had successfully made the young wife's objections so ridiculous that now she felt more foolish staying in her cold, wet clothes than she felt afraid to remove them. On his side of the curtain, Ted quickly stripped down, draping his clothes piece by piece over the improvished barrier to dry.
In spite of the young woman's pretended lack of interest, when she saw first his shirt, then his trousers, his undershirt, and finally his shorts take their place on the makeshift clothesline, she began to feel little flickering flames of desire stirring again down in her too-long neglected loins. She mentally pictured the deeply tanned muscular body of her colleague sitting stark-naked on the other side of the curtain and became even more aroused.
It had been a long time since she had actually been made love to by her husband Oscar. She had finger-fucked herself out of necessity from time to time, but that was not enough to quell the desperate longing that built up continually inside her young belly.
Staying as close to the curtain as she could to avoid the possibility of Ted's sneaking a glance as she disrobed, Mitzi stripped down to her lace-covered brassiere and white bikini panties. After all, she thought, If we were to go swimming, I wouldn't have even this much on, though she had to admit there was a difference. At first her bare cream-white skin felt clammy and cold, but soon the heat from the blazing fire made her alluring young body feel as warm as a kitten. When she turned to expose her back to the fire, the young wife caught sight of Ted's naked legs as far up as the beginning thickening of his muscular thighs. Another slight movement would allow her to see his naked loins, but the curious young redhead fought back the impulse to look. She held off for a long moment, then finally she leaned back just enough to catch a glimpse of what she both dreaded and yet longed to see.
Ted was stroking his penis.
The redhead's blue eyes opened wide with a weird combination of excitement and trepidation as she watched his fingers teasing smoothly up and down the thick, fully erect penis, stretching the heavy foreskin on the downstroke and on the upstroke covering the turgid broad-tipped end. Glistening in the firelight were tiny drops of clear seminal fluid seeping out from the narrow slit at the end of his glans.
As she watched, spellbound, Mitzi's right hand began slipping unconsciously down over her taut firm belly, under the elastic waistband of her nylon bikini panties and on down into the softly palpitating furrow of desire throbbing up between her legs. It was all the young girl could do to keep from moaning out loud at the first lewd contact of her extended middle finger with the tiny quivering nerve-center of her clitoris.
Her eyes glazed slightly from the pleasurable feelings spreading down into her trembling thighs, Mitzi became mesmerized by the sight of the huge thick shaft of flesh held in her companion's right hand. Over the steady purr of the gas flames, the excited redhead thought she could hear his breathing grow heavier as his hand began moving faster and faster up and down on his heavily pulsing cock.
"Mitzi...?" he said suddenly in a deep husky voice, an urgent question suspended on that one word.
The sex-starved wife sensed he wanted to ask her to make love to him. But that possibility was as far back from her mind as ever. Her face flushed red with her excitement, as her middle finger continued fucking obscenely up into her hot little pussy flesh in a slow steady rhythm of need. Oh, if only she were like some of the women she knew, and could have the recklessness to just let him do it to her. After a moment, she answered.
"Yes Ted. What were you going to say?"
"I-uh-How do you and Oscar get along after being married more than a year?" It was obvious that he wanted to ask something more specific, but did not yet have the nerve.
Although the shapely wife had never openly discussed her problems with Ted, Mitzi felt that he already knew and understood how things were between them.
"Well, you know. You kind of start taking each other for granted after awhile. I suppose ours is as good as anyone's marriage. If only...." her voice trailed off. They were both trying to speak as though nothing were happening, even though they were frantically masturbating themselves into a wild frenzy of desire.
"If-only-what?" Ted asked, his deep masculine voice panting audibly with lust.
"If only," Mitzi breathed heavily as she continued stroking her clitoris until her cunt felt like a vessel of white-hot desire. She was trying to think of a way to answer him truthfully without sounding like a slut. "Well, if only Oscar would pay more attention to me sometimes."
The excited redhead saw his hand begin jerking a little faster on his thickly bulging shaft as though her words had increased his lust by twice as much.
"You-mean-he doesn't make love to you very often?" the masturbating ex-Green Beret inquired, becoming bolder as his excitement grew.
Mitzi hesitated a long time before replying.
"Y-yes, at least, not recently," she said hesitantly. "We used to get along just fine that way, but since I've become active in the women's faction of the union, he has been acting very strange. Sometimes he doesn't even want to talk tome."
"Baby," Ted suddenly blurted out. "Let me come over and make you feel good. You know how much I like you."
"No!" Mitzi hastily responded. "Definitely not!" Her reply was a little too quick, almost frightened-sounding, as it came from the nearly naked young wife. "I-I'm sorry, Ted. I'm just not that kind of girl. I really like you, but...."
Impatiently, Ted sat forward, gathering his thoughts for a more persuasive approach, and then he caught sight of Mitzi's eyes locked on his hand jerking his cock up and down. At first he couldn't believe it, but he caught her eye a split second later, and then there was no room or doubt in his mind that the captivating redhead was doing more on her side of the partition than drying her clothes! Suddenly excited wildly by her deceptiveness, he stood up, just in time to catch sight of her hand as she pulled it free from the tight waistband of her white bikini panties.
The young plumber turned his mouth up in a lewd, knowing grin.
"Why you poor little baby," he smiled in a hoarse voice as he kicked down the barrier and lunged for the startled redhead. The irate wouldbe lover suddenly saw how it would be possible to become a rapist as he pulled her to her feet and tightly locked his strong muscular arms around her trembling shoulders.
"No-no, Ted! We-I can't! It's not right!" Mitzi objected loudly as she felt his strong hands begin wandering freely over her exposed milk white flesh. Then his mouth came forcefully down over hers in a wet, hot kiss that sent shivers of desire coursing through the hungry young wife's body. When his moist, rigid tongue began thrusting insistently into her warm, wet mouth, snaking around her tongue back into her co-worker's own mouth, at the same time he pressed her hotly aching loins tight against his lust-thickened shaft of male flesh. She could feel his excited hard cock throbbing against the sensitive naked skin of her stomach above her flimsy nylon panties, causing her to involuntarily grind her desire-filled pelvis hard up against him.
The young wife's eager reaction was all Ted needed. As they continued kissing with their mouths locked wetly together, the handsome seducer reached around behind her and unclasped the taut strap of her ripely-filled brassiere. It dangled loosely against his chest for a moment, and then he slipped it down over her unresisting arms and dropped it to the floor. Her full, roundly resilient breasts now pressed softly against his muscular chest, their hot pink nipples like points of fire on his naked skin. Ted groaned from the heavy lusty sensations crawling in his loins and slipped his right hand up under her arm to caress her warm, firm flesh appreciatively. Between his thumb and forefinger, he lightly rolled her already pink throbbing little nipples, bringing up further moans of suppressed desire from the young redhead's lushly upturned mouth. Behind, her trim hips and buttocks were grinding as she twisted her pelvis hard forward against his long, thick cock, driving him almost crazy with the need to fuck up into her hot little pussy.
"Lie down! I'm going to fuck you silly," he whispered in her ear, forcing her down onto her back on the floor.
Rolling over on top of her petite nearly-naked form writhing wildly beneath him, Ted ignored her half-coherent protests and reached for her clenching and unclenching buttocks with both hands, slipping the brief white panties away from the tender swell of her hips and thighs as she helped him by bending her knees so he could take them off over her ankles. When he pressed his hotly throbbing pole of flesh up into the narrow valley of the shapely wife's churning loins, he could feel the heat of her nakedly exposed pussy reaching up for the lewdly probing tip of his rigid cock shaft.
She now seemed to want it as much as he did, and Ted felt with the thickly pulsating tip of his cock for the narrow mouth of her cunt, holding her grinding buttocks up off the floor with both his hands. He could feel her curvaceous excitement increasing more and more, and then finally, like a hot, thinly-bearded little mouth nibbling wetly at his throbbing hardness, her pussy made its first maddening contact with his aching penis.
Slowly, they began to fit their loins together, little by little deepening the penetration of his blood-engorged cock in the slippery-wet sheath of her cunt.
"Ohhhhh God! Ohhh!" Mitzi was moaning up into his open mouth, her mind dizzy with passion as she felt the hard, thick pressure struggling up into her eagerly waiting vagina. Her seducer's swollen cock was much thicker than her husband's, and she felt as though her thighs were being split apart by its delicious girth. She had been waiting for this all her life. His pulsating hardness pushed relentlessly forward up into the very depths of her belly, her inner walls clasping around the hardened rod like a tight-fitting glove. She could feel every pulsing vein on its underside, and the broad, lust-filled tip felt wildly erotic, as it thudded all the way back up against her cervix that she thought she would cry with tears of physical joy.
The young redhead's handsome lover began a low, rhythmical fucking motion, gradually increasing the length of his strokes until his loins were pumping like a battering ram against her wildly squirming pelvis. At first, the stronglybuilt man had been pulling the grasping redhead up to meet him in quick little jerking motions, his hands grasping her tautly rounded buttocks, but now he felt her begin swooping up on his rigid cock of her own accord, making tiny grinding motions up against his pelvis each time he buried himself in her up to the hilt. Although the blue-eyed beauty had initially resisted his advances, the experienced ex-Green Beret could tell now that Mitzi had lost control of herself and would let him fuck her now for as long as he wanted.
Slowly, he felt her moist young cunt walls begin a gentle massaging motion around his penis hardened up into the hotly squirming softness of her pussy-flesh as she strained up to meet him, arching her back so that she lifted their bodies up off the floor. Her thighs trembled ceaselessly under his body grinding into hers, opening and closing around his hips like the useless struggle of a butterfly pinned to a board. Gradually, her moans took up a chanting that matched the rhythmic pulse of his steady in-and-out motion up between her uncontrollably quivering thighs.
Ted could feel his cock expanding and growing up inside her soft white belly as he carefully met her accelerating rocking movements, pulling his swollen hardness out to an inch from the tip before driving it hard back up into her palpitating cunt, then gradually out again, faster and faster. Again and again he fucked up into the warm steaming moistness of her hotly clinging pussy, his sperm-inflated testicles slapping loudly down against her roundly working buttocks below.
The previously faithful young wife suddenly threw all caution to the wind, concentrating all her attention on the blissful sensations that her new lover's lust-peaking thrusting motions gave her cock-hungry body. The broad-shouldered plumber raised himself up on his hands now spread on the floor beside her shoulders, his dark eyes appreciatively watching the ecstatic uncontrolled lust on her face. Although his identity was slightly blurred to Mitzi's vision by waves of insatiable desire clouding her eyes somewhat, inside she was aware that this man stroking into her hot moist vagina was not her husband, and the sinfulness of the situation made her become inexplicably still more excited.
The abandoned young wife's mouth hung slackly open to the side as she groaned lewdly out loud in the hollow-sounding room. Ceaseless deep-throated guttural sounds escaped from between her lips with each smooth stroke of her seducer's hard-pistoning cock, her long flaming red hair scattered about on the carpeted floor as she writhed beneath him.
Ted let his eyes pass down over the tautly stretched tendons of Mitzi's soft, cream-white neck, pausing to relish the gently heaving sounds of her wide-set breasts, their firm pink nipples jutting out like tiny berries offered up for him to devour, and then he looked on down past her tender cock-stuffed belly to their merging loins below.
As he fucked deeper and deeper up into her sensuously quivering little belly, he could see his blood-distended penis withdrawing almost full-length from the pink clasping lips of her pussy, then spearing viciously back up into the fleece-covered mound up between her open thighs. The ravishing redhead was pushing up to meet his inwardly fucking thrusts as if she were unable to wait a split-second for his next plunge into her moistly hot cunt. Each time he drove it home to the hilt, the well-built man held there an instant, savoring the delicious sensations as Mitzi violently reacted on his obscenely impaling shaft of flesh, loins jerking in tiny quick rotations that threatened to make his cum-laden balls explode up between her thighs at any minute. Again and again the redhead wrenched her pelvis downward as the strong muscular man began the long withdrawal, her warm, moist pussy sucking at his thick throbbing cock like a wild hungry little animal's mouth that hadn't eaten in months.
God almighty, she's a wild fuck! Ted thought dazedly to himself as the nakedly abandoned female heaved wildly beneath him like a demon. Letting his upper body fall forward onto hers again, Ted reached up under Mitzi's crazily jerking buttocks. As he drove his swollen penis rhythmically into the steaming hot wetness of her cunt, with his fingers, he spread the narrow crevice of her ass-cheeks wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her tight, unprotected little anal hole. Teasingly, he flicked over the tiny puckering nether mouth with his fingertip, sending her loins into new spasms of crazily grinding activity from the sudden unexpected contact.
Spreading her legs even wider to give him still greater access to her ravenous pussy, Oscar's red-haired wife pitched crazily under Ted Mason, and he sensed that, before long, the young girl would be cumming like a cockstarved whore. The way this wild young thing under him was responding to his long hard ham mering thrusts, she must really be starved for sex!
Eagerly, Mitzi opened and closed her greedily working thighs around his hips in lewd unison with his relentlessly spearing strokes up into her all-consuming vagina. Into his ear she warbled meaningless cries as though she had no control over her voice, now coming closer and closer to the delirious moment of fulfillment she had been working toward.
Then suddenly, the sex-delirious twenty-one year old pulled her knees up under his chest as high as they would go, presenting her upward thrusting loins in desperate urging to his merciless cock-strokes, and then she found her voice again.
"Ohhhhh, fuck it! Fuck it hard-hard!" she charged, mumbling obscene words she had never before used, spurring him on with the sporadic pounding of her heels on his tightly clenched buttocks. Then she moaned, as if in pain, and pulled her thighs up higher, pressing her full-mounded breasts back flat against her chest. "I'm cumming!" the young beauty exclaimed, as if in surprise, her mouth opening wide in ecstatic abandon. "Oh, God, I'm cumming!" she repeated, as though convincing herself.
The whole of her pink widely-stretched pussy was presented up to her lust-crazed lover's use as he wished, her ankles now locked high up over his shoulders, her toes curled under into tight little balls. Mitzi could feel her tiny throbbing clitoris jerking along the top of his slowly driving cock, as her loins squirmed against him in the wild, uninhibited throes of her orgasm. Her words had once again become incoherent, unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to herself, her wide, unseeing eyes gazing as if in wonder at the shadowy reaches of the ceiling.
Jesus, look at this hot little piece of tail go! Ted Mason marveled as he grinned down at the young wife racing out of control into a wild final climax. He gritted his teeth and then clenched his buttocks tightly together to keep from cumming himself, slaving and sweating over her harder than he ever had with any woman. This time it would be worth it to wait for his partner's orgasm. After the starvation diet she had been on, she would be so grateful to him for completely satisfying her that he would then be able to strip her naked, spread her beautiful legs and fuck her whenever or wherever the opportunity arose.
"I'm cummiiiinnnggg!" Mitzi suddenly wailed again, the words urging him to plunge deeper up into her wetly gyrating pussy. He could feel her ass-cheeks clenching at his tingling cum-swollen balls beneath as she locked herself to him with all the strength of her convulsively twitching thighs, shuddering against his body, the hotly clasping inner walls of her pussy flooding warm orgasmic moistness out around his buried hardness for what seemed an eternity.
The young redhead held her breath for an interminable moment and then expelled it as though struck in the stomach, her body collapsing limply back onto the carpeted floor of the empty apartment. She lay still and unmoving, uncontrollable palpitations of her well-fucked cunt going on and on like a wild animal just beginning to be tamed, pulsing around his cock lodged deeply up inside her satisfied little belly.
Ted let her rest a moment beneath him, even though it was all he could do to keep from going on screwing up into her wetly clinging young cunt. God, he had never seen anything like it! Appreciatively, he flexed his hotly aching penis deep up into her tight-clutching vagina, hoping to bring her to life again.
"You're really a hot little bitch," Ted whispered approvingly in Mitzi's ear, at the same time reaching his hands back under the young woman's still softly quivering buttocks to knead the firm flesh like ripe, luscious fruits.
The physically exhausted young wife felt the uneasy stirring of her conscience as she gradually returned to her senses. But the realization that she had been too love-hungry to resist this handsome, virile young man allowed her an excuse for her first adultery. It was Oscar's own fault, she reminded herself, for leaving her unsatisfied for so long.
At that moment, she felt Ted Mason wet his finger in the fluids seeping from her cunt and run it up and down the narrow crevice between her buttocks, searching for her tight little anal opening. Finding his goal, her strongly-built seducer shoved hard against the puckered rubbery ring until it gave before his lewd pressure.
"Agggh! God! Not so hard!" the breathless redhead groaned beneath him, her body bucking upward in an attempt to escape the thickness of his middle finger now buried up to the first knuckle in the tightness of her warm little rectal mouth.
But Ted kept right on, worming his finger seductively up into her defenseless anus and again started to fuck his painfully expanded cock slowly in and out of her cum-drenched cunt. Finally, he felt what he had hoped for-Mitzi gradually adjusted to the painful invasion of her tight little rectum, and now she began rocking back and forth again beneath him. Soon they were fucking together in complete abandoned unison once again, Mitzi moaning out low as she sensed the surprising loins. She had never felt so completely filled in her life; the sensations spreading through her body were driving her wild!
"Ohhhhh, my God!" she suddenly cried out, the sound of her voice filling the empty apartment. "I'm cumming again. Don't stop fucking me! I'm cumming again! Oh God, again, again!!!"
This time Ted could not hold back. His wildly jerking cock hotly expanded inside her hotly milking cuntal walls, the machine gun spurts beginning deep down in his aching balls at long last. His hot cum spewed up into her wetly flooded cunt as he groaned above her like a wild animal trumpeting his lust in the jungle.
"That's it, baby," he grunted down at her. "Fuck your hot little pussy up onto my cock. Screw me back, baby! I'm cumming too. Fuck it! Oh yes, fuck it ... fuck it!!!"
"Oh yes, fill me. Fill me with your cum, honey," Mitzi gasped as she felt the delicious heated wetness shooting up into her like liquid fire. Her cunt hotly clasped around its hard-driving thickness as her own lust-fired secretions once more erupted in adulterous answer and slipped out into the already drowning cavern of her wildly quivering cuntal passage.
Ted gave one last powerful lunge up between her upraised legs and held himself there to spew her upraised legs and held himself there to spew out the last precious drop of semen into the voraciously sucking mouth of the young wife's pussy.
"There's-my-cum-deep-inside-your-hot-little-cunt!" the young plumber grunted over her, holding his exploding loins as tight to her squirming pussy flesh as he could. He could feel her whole insides still gushing forth around his slowly deflating penis as she writhed her nakedness greedily beneath him, anxious to suck from him all the sperm he had to offer. Shoving her ass-cheeks downward, Mitzi squirmed her frantically clutching anus around on his skewering middle finger until the palm of his hand was pressed flat against her buttocks, the tiny ring of heated young rectal flesh contracting hungrily around him. Then, it was all over for her. It had seemed endless, but she gave one last groan and trembled under him as she let herself collapse on the floor. Her long tapering legs fell outward from his body so that she lay spread-eagled on the boards beneath him, her eyes closed in complete satiation.
Ted lay still for a moment savoring the total depletion he felt in his loins. The tender young wife's well-fucked cunt fluttered slightly around his now-limp penis, and then as he slowly pulled himself away from her until it slipped uselessly out of her widely stretched cuntal opening, he at the same time pulled his middle finger out from between her silken ass-cheeks with a slight wet popping noise. As he rose up onto his knees above Mitzi's seemingly unconscious form he could see the wetly tangled russet hair around the sweet pink lips of her pussy, glistening lewdly in the firelight. The smooth white flesh of her splayed-out inner thighs was sticky with the mingled wetness of their fucking, cum trickling in tiny white rivulets down the nakedly exposed crevice of her buttocks.
For a long time the young love-spent couple said nothing, listening only to the steady drum of the rain on the roof. Mitzi could not bring herself to open her eyes and meet Ted's gaze, ashamed as she now was of having lost control of herself with him. She was sure that he must think she did this kind of thing every day, but it was not true. It was the second time in her life that she had had intercourse with anyone other than the man she had married. Ted Mason, please don't think I'm a whore, she begged inside her mind. Please don't think I spread my legs for just anyone!
The embarrassed young redhead remained lying flat on her back with her right arm thrown across her eyes as she listened to her broad-shouldered lover putting on his clothes. How would she ever be able to look him in the face again? What would she feel like when her husband Oscar sat with her at the dinner table that night and asked her about her first day on the job? Mitzi now understood that just such an unpredictable happening as this was what her husband had been afraid of when he had complained about her taking a man's job. Although the young wife was not planning to tell her husband about her lewd adultery, there was no doubt in her mind that Oscar would sense something had happened. Somehow, if only by intuition, he would pick it up.
When Ted had finished putting his shoes on and had walked out of the apartment and into the hallway, Mitzi took the opportunity to quickly get herself dressed. The rain seemed to be letting up a little bit and it was possible that their foreman Dan Roper would be returning to check on them or to take them back to the plumbing office for the day.
No sooner had Mitzi finished putting on her clothes than she heard the sound of the panel truck grinding slowly up in front of the apartment building. She heard Ted greet their boss outside, and by the time the motor had stopped she too was standing outside the building near Ted. Mitzi hoped the weak, depleted feeling in her loins did not show on her face. The last person she wanted to have know about her illicit little episode with Ted Mason was foreman Dan Roper. The surly older man would love to take something like that and make a big deal out of it if he could-and he would find a way.
Little did she and Ted know it, but the foreman had suspected what they would do if he left them alone long enough. Earlier putting on his heavy raincoat against the relentless downpour of rain, Roper had parked a block away and approached the unoccupied apartment building. Eventually, after peering into several empty apartments from outside windows, he had seen exactly what he had expected to see-the lewdly intertwined couple just as they were finishing their fuck. He made up his mind not to say anything until it was to his advantage to do so.
And if he had anything to do with it, that would be very soon indeed. He wouldn't mind getting a little of that haughty redhead who treated him as though he were the scum of the earth, and he knew a couple of other guys who would be only too glad to help put the stuck-up little bitch in her place, if asked.
"Hurry it up, you guys," Roper said as they climbed into the cab of the truck. "Let's go home. There's not much chance of getting any more work done today."
They rode in silence back to the plumbing company, each lost in his own thoughts, but the men's thoughts all centered around one person and one thing-red-haired Mitzi, and sex.
CHAPTER FOUR
The rest of that first week went smoothly and without incident for the shapely female helper. Mitzi felt proud of the job she had been doing, knowing that whatever success she had would eventually be beneficial for the other women she had worked with before. She did her best not to sit next to Ted Mason in the plumbing truck when he wasn't driving, and she avoided being around him back at the office. The young redhead didn't want him to get the idea that she was a woman on the make, thinking it better to let him forget the whole thing.
Her husband Oscar wasn't making it easier for her by any means, still pretending no interest in his young wife, as if she had done something wrong. Actually, it was no different than it had been for the past few months, but Mitzi couldn't help feeling sometimes as though it might be her fault; her self-imposed guilt about losing control of herself with Ted Mason made it worse.
It was true that Mitzi and Ted were often alone together on a job, but most of the day they were forty yards apart in different rooms, each working on their separate tasks. More than once the middle-aged Dan Roper showed up, supposedly to observe how well the young trainees were working, looking with obvious relish at her straining thighs and buttocks in blue work pants.
The lecherous foreman was still biding his time, waiting for a chance at the new girl who was working for him, but he hadn't forgotten the events of the first day. Besides that, he had been talking to the most notorious easy lay and gossip working for the company, Pat Reynolds. Pat knew several stories about Ted concerning him and other women, even though the young plumber had only been working there a short while, but could say nothing promising about Mitzi. In his own mind, Roper was trying to work out a plan to get into the panties of the snippy little redhead who had treated him so disdainfully, piecing together a plot with what he had learned from blonde Pat Reynolds.
At thirty-five, Pat was a little older than most of the girls working for Golden Gate Plumbing, but she was still hot for a little screwing around when there was someone available. Roper himself had been in bed with her more than once, usually at a drunken company party where the only one he could get his hands on was Pat. She had mentioned that she would like to get her hands on young Ted Mason, and Roper had immediately begun to figure a way to use this to get what he wanted ... namely a piece of the hot little Mitzi's tail.
Now, as he looked lustfully down at Mitzi's well-rounded buttocks stretching the material of the blue work pants, as she tightened a pipe fitting on a hot water heater, Roper smiled secretly to himself.
I'll be squeezing that sweet little ass of yours before long, he gloated to himself. I'll fuck your hot little cunt until you can't walk again for a week.
As soon as Ted Mason entered the room, Roper glanced up, scowling. "Mason, better give Mitzi a hand with this job. The rest of the crew is about ready to wrap it up. You two aren't laying down on the job, are you?"
It was a needless comment, because Mitzi and Ted Mason, aware that as new plumbers in Roper's section they would be watched carefully, had been working as fast as the tedious work would allow. It was a known fact that the men working with them had been assigned less difficult tasks and Mitzi knew that Roper, too, was well aware of it.
"We've done a normal week's work in three days," the tired young redhead told her boss in exasperation. "What do you want ... blood?"
Dan Roper had an answer for that, but he didn't make it at that moment. He would get what he wanted soon enough, so he just shrugged his shoulders and walked away.
Long before the rest of the plumbers showed, both Ted and Mitzi heard their loud, raucous voices.
"Come on, you guys," she heard one of them say to his friend. "I want to get a load of that new broad bending over."
"Me, too," chimed in another, coarser voice.
"The boss says she's got a nice butt on her," said a voice from the doorway as the men entered the room.
The twenty-one year old beauty was tempted to make some return comments, but a few cautionary words from Ted Mason nearby made her decide to hold her tongue.
"They would like nothing better than to have you give them some back talk," Ted told her. "Let 'em have their fun. They don't know any better."
But it was difficult when the heckling plumb ers stood in the background as Mitzi attempted to connect the hot water heater. There were raucous whistles and groans of appreciation as the men stood craning their necks at her inadvertently squirming buttocks. Crouched on her knees in one corner of the kitchen, every time she made another turn with the heavy plumber's wrench, her whole body twisted provocatively, and a chorus of moans and lewd remarks echoed throughout the room.
"Hey, baby, you can screw on my pipe any time you want to," a young plumber called out to her. Mitzi was sweating from the exertion she was putting into her work, and it was all she could do not to answer him with a crushing remark. But Ted Mason had warned her, and she took his words to heart, merely smiling in a distant way at the crew ogling her from behind.
Tenants had not yet moved into the new furnished apartment, so at break time they all sat together at the large maple kitchen table, the men still making suggestive comments that were driving Mitzi crazy with anger. At one point she was ready to call it quits and go back to being a secretary with the company, but stubbornness and pride kept her from it.
She did lose her temper once just before the break was over. "You guys are such a pain," she told them, getting up from the table to work. "Can't you treat me like a human being instead of like some kind of side-show freak? How would you like for someone to tell you had to work pent-up inside a dingy office for the rest of your life?" Then she strode out of the kitchen and into the hallway toward the bathroom.
"She's right, you bums," Ted Mason upbraided the rest of the men when Mitzi was gone. "She's doing a good job. Why don't you leave her alone?"
"Listen to Sir Galahad talk," the young man who had been most outspoken said. "He must be getting a little of that when nobody's around. How about it, Mason?"
"You lousy...." Ted started cursing as he rose from his chair. But at that moment he glanced out the window and saw the panel truck driven by Dan Roper turning into the driveway outside the building. Ted clenched his fists and held himself back. His nerves were already stretched to the breaking point due to working hard to remain on the crew. He thought he had himself under control, but then, just as Roper screeched to a halt outside the building, a second young plumber put in a final insulting remark in Mitzi's absence. Ted flew into a rage.
"You lousy son of a bitch!" Ted shouted to the offending plumber. "Why can't you treat her with a little respect? She's doing her job which is more than I can say for you!" The two men were wrestling each other angrily when the plumbing boss came into the kitchen.
"Okay, you guys. Knock it off!" the foreman ordered, grabbing Ted by the collar of his work shirt. "What's it all about?"
"Hell, boss. I was just having a little fun," the young man who had made the comment offered. "I don't know what got into this guy Mason. He jumped me like I had told his mother to go fuck herself."
Roper turned on Mason immediately. It was obvious what was going on, and secretly Roper was glad, but he couldn't let on yet that he was aware of what had happened between the aloof young redhead and this wise-guy.
"Watch yourself, Mason," was all he could say. "The company don't like rough-necks working for them. Settle down."
At that moment Mitzi returned from the bathroom. She could see that Ted's face was flushed and angry, and she assumed that in her absence he had tried to stick up for her, for which she was grateful. But she deemed it wise not to make any comments, and sat down to have one last swig of coffee from her thermos before it was time to get back to work.
"Hi, Red," the foreman greeted her. "Find the bathroom without an escort?"
The others guffawed and made faces at the boss's humor, except for Ted Mason, who wished that he didn't need his job so badly. He would have liked to punch the coarse bastard in the mouth.
"Listen, Mason, Mitzi. Get on with your job. The rest of you bums climb in the truck. There's other work on the other side of Whittier. Come on, let's go."
After the crew snapped their lunch boxes closed and roared off with Roper in the truck, silence fell once more in the room. Ted made a face of disgust as he packed up his thermos and lunch box, not wanting to say anything to Mitzi.
"Listen, Ted," she told him, placing her hand tenderly on the back of his neck. "I know you were defending me against those nincompoops. You know I appreciate it, but don't make it hard on yourself. It's obvious that, for some reason, Dan Roper has it in for both of us. But there's no need for you to jeopardize yourself. I can take care of myself."
"I know that, Mitzi. But they really get me riled. Acting as if they were God's gift to the world," Ted told her without looking into her face. "Anyway, the job you're doing is as good as anything any of them could do. That's what bothers them most. That, and the fact that you're a good-looking woman they can't get their hands on."
With a gesture of impatience, he strolled out of the kitchen to gather his tools and get back to help Mitzi.
The ravishing young redhead watched his strong muscular legs carry him out of the room, and for a moment she wished she were one of those women who could successfully carry on an affair outside her marriage. If she were, there was no doubt in her mind that Ted Mason was the man she would be having it with.
A frown crossed her pretty face as she forced herself to forget about the handsome one-time lover and get on with her work.
CHAPTER FIVE
Pat Reynolds lived alone in an art colony apartment in Santa Monica. She liked the location of her apartment because it was near the beach and she could step out the door and within a few minutes be sitting in a bar with the kind of atmosphere she dug most-men, young men. It was also easy to get to her apartment from the San Diego or Hollywood freeways, so that if a boyfriend was coming from Long Beach or North Hollywood, he could shoot right off the freeway and almost be at her doorstep. The curvaceous blonde liked to make herself eminently available to as many men as possible. In Santa Monica she had found the perfect place to live her wild and free sexual life.
It was hard to tell on sight how old Pat Reynolds was. If you saw her in the low, reddish lights of her favorite bar, she could appear to be as young as twenty-five or six. In the stark sunlight of the beach area where she lived, after the water had washed off her makeup, she might seem to be in her early forties except that from a distance her trim figure would fool you into thinking she was still a college girl. Her actual age was thirty-five, and she had used all her years to good advantage, learning everything the catalogue of human sensuality has to teach. Her light gray eyes showed nothing but competitive interest in other women, but let a well-hung male show up on the scene, and the change was obvious. The experienced woman could be alternately seductive, coy, challenging, as well as reluctant and virginal. Her full, sensual lips smiled suggestively, quivering slightly at the corner when she had her cat-like eyes centered in on a new male prey, and her nostrils flared in excitement like a predatory animal in pursuit of a highly-prized victim. Then her shoulders would lift up so that her full, shapely breasts would thrust out to her best advantage, and she would arch the small of her back from time to time so that her ample hips and pelvis swung invitingly toward her potential lover, offering promise of juicy forbidden delights up between her thighs. Sitting usually with her legs crossed, her rounded knees exposed under the short, short skirts she was used to wearing, her slender right ankle swung back and forth in a steady rhythm that gave her taut ass-cheeks a back-and-forth come-on to any man who might be behind her in the room.
In spite of her special taste for younger men, sometimes, like tonight, she craved a little straight-forward, un-fancied, old-fashioned fucking. With the young ones, Pat usually had to play a role of some kind, like acting the part of a sex-hungry older woman who appreciated the virility of her unsuspecting escort, but with men like Dan Roper she didn't have to pretend. As soon as he walked in the door and looked her in the eyes, the blonde could strip off her clothes without saying a word, knowing he wasn't interested in anything himself but a good, rough-and-tumble hour in bed. It was obvious that he had never even considered whether he was attractive to a woman or not, nor had he ever had a single thought about his virility. He could just get a hard-on and fuck her until she thought her whole body would come to pieces, and then he would fill her with a load of hot cum that made her belly turn over with satisfaction.
Right now, Roper was just lowering himself down over Pat's wide-open loins. His thick-veined fist was wrapped around his long, blood engorged hardness as he propped himself up on his other hand to watch it go in. Pat herself had raised her head from the bedsheet, looking down between her full, naked white breasts to enjoy the sight of his huge penis approaching her throbbing ready cunt. Though they had spent no time on useless foreplay, she could feel the lust juices flowing freely into the warm confines of her vagina, while her quivering little clitoris ached in anticipation of what was to come. Finally, the moist pink outer lips of her cunt felt his pulsing cockhead's first searing contact, and the voluptuous blonde splayed her smooth thighs wider apart, jerking her pelvic triangle up at him in uncontrollable eagerness.
"Come on, baby," she crooned to the stocky plumbing foreman who was taking his time. "Ram that nice hard cock right up inside me. My pussy's all wet and waiting for it. Hurry up, damn it!"
Roper grinned lewdly above her naked body. He always liked Pat; she liked to fuck and that was all there was to it. Clenching his buttocks tightly together, the slightly paunchy older man shoved his pulsating thickness forward up into the deep hot sheath of her desire-moistened cunt. He watched as her eyes closed in sheer ecstasy at the belly-filling sensations, the warm soft folds of her well-used but still tight little channel wrapping around his throbbing cock like hungry wet lips sucking it. Shoving it all the way in to the hilt, until the tip-end bumped obscenely up against her throbbing cervix and his thick pubic thatch pressed hard into her hotly erect clitoris, Roper held his lengthy penis rigid there, savoring the tiny ripples in the warmly enveloping walls of her pussy. Little by little he felt her hips begin to move without seeming to, making her hot juicy cuntal lips slip hungrily back and forth on his lust-sensitized cock-shaft, barely an inch each way. Then he gradually matched her lengthening strokes, drawing back to fuck up into her with short hard thrusts that made the rosy nipples dance on her fleshy white breasts. Her moans were coming more frequently now, and Roper steadily increased the depth of his plunges until he was pulling almost all the way out of her, then viciously shoving his long, hard shaft all the way into her upthrusting loins. He gave a short animal-like grunt with every lunge he made between her jackknifed legs, feeling his heavy semen-filled testicles slap resoundingly into her hard-clenched buttocks beneath. This hot little blonde really likes getting cock, he told himself in obscene glee.
"Get it, blondie! Fuck right on, honey," he growled encouragingly down at her. "Slip and slide that fuckin' cunt up and down my prick until it blows up!"
The foreman's lewd language seemed to spur the uninhibited blonde to still ever-greater heights of passion. Her hands began caressing her breasts, kneading the flaccid white flesh obscenely with her fingers as Roper watched, her thumbs and forefingers from time to time pressing her stiffened nipples flat against her breasts and then pinching them up into an even higher, blood-tingling erection. Her curvaceous torso was writhing in naked abandon beneath his hungry fucking, while her head tossed back and forth on the bed from the greedy desire building to greater and greater heights in her lower belly. Roper could tell the blonde was getting close to climax, and he began fucking more furiously up into her open-spread pussy from the tips of his toes, banging her head against the headboard of the bed from the force of his blows against her erotically squirming pelvis.
Pat gave a deep-throated groan as she felt her belly explode in orgasm, great streaming floods of orgiastic wetness spewing from the walls of her throbbing vagina around his insanely pistoning cock. She splayed her shapely legs out wider, lifting them into the air on either side of Dan Roper's wildly pumping loins to give him unimpeded access to her crazily sucking vagina. The abandoned blonde thrust her loins up at him with brutal force, screwing herself up hungrily on the still-driving rod of his lust-heated flesh.
"Sock it home, baby! Fuck me!" she cried again and again. "I'm still cumming!" Her nostrils flared and then one long last gasp of breath escaped from her lungs as though she had been punched in the belly by a fist. Finally she collapsed under him, her expended body still quivering uncontrollably under him, as she felt the maddening sensations gently recede from her loins.
Dan Roper continued his steady hammering strokes, feeling his balls swirling with the heat of his built-up semen, gritting his teeth as he pummeled her now helplessly limp form like a rag doll. Suddenly, her right leg which had collapsed with the other one back down onto the mattress snaked up around his hips, and with one powerful lunge she rolled Roper over onto his back, his pistoning hardness still embedded deep in her wetly cum-flooded cunt. Now she was kneeling up over him, her upthrust buttocks pumping up and down as she rode her wildly clinging pussy walls down onto the thickness of his iron-like penis. Her full, soft breasts dangled teasingly down against his heaving chest as she slaved above him to bring him to a climax.
The hot fluid warmth of her satisfied cunt still washed down over his aching balls, and Roper could feel a jet stream of his own irrepressible cum beginning to climb up along his stiffly throbbing rod of flesh sunk deep in her smooth white belly. He groaned out loudly from the lewd sensation and began jerking his loins fiercely upward, driving his lust-thickened cock as deep as he could into the tantalizing wetness of her vagina. At that moment, Pat sat all the way up straight on his thickness, her ass-cheeks clenching and unclenching around his boiling testicles beneath, while both her hands buried themselves down around the base of his cock to milk him dry.
"That's fuckin', baby," she cooed down at him. "Fill me with your hot cum!" Her hands obscenely kneaded and stroked at his cock and sperm-laden balls until he could wait no longer.
"Oh, Christ!" Roper hissed up at her, his body arching and lunging up closer to her softly grinding pussy. "Here it comes!"
"Umh ... yes! Yes! Give it to me!" she begged him on, and the two of them bucked and pumped together like wildcats, the delicious hot liquid spurting up into her straddling cunt like streams of fire, filling her never-satisfied belly to the brim. She clamped the inner muscles of her cock-hungry cunt around his wildly throbbing shaft of flesh, sucking at him with all of her wetly rippling vaginal passage, until finally it gave one last spasmodic jerk inside her, the final drop of cum sucked out into her pussy.
While Dan Roper groaned softly from the lingering sensations of his orgasm, the voluptuous blonde continued milking lightly at his balls with the tips of her fingernails. Squirming her warm ass-cheeks down onto him, her upper arms squeezed her firmly resilient breasts together into twin mounds of quivering flesh. Gradually, she felt his cock begin to soften inside her until it slipped wetly out of her cum-drenched cuntal opening with a slight, baby-mouth sucking sound, and then she was holding his wet, limp penis in the palms of her hands, a mass of depleted male flesh which she began kissing and massaging in grateful appreciation.
Roper opened his eyes and looked up at his other full-bodied new female plumber's helper haunched up over his loins. She was staring down at his exhausted cock in her hands as though trying to will it to come to life again.
"You can really fuck a guy crazy," he told her in a hoarse voice. Pat met his eyes with a glazed, satiated look before sliding her cum-soaked cuntal slit down along the length of his thigh and then ovaling her sensual mouth around the limp tip-end of his softened penis. Little by little, holding his vulnerable flesh in her mouth by suction alone, the lusty blonde arranged his knees bent up a little on either side of her body, lifted her breasts up over the top of his thighs so they would be in full view, and then she smiled up at him with his penis between her lips. He watched as she slowly began to slip her moist lips back and forth on his cock, urging it to swell and fill the inner warmth of her mouth. He could feel her fingers down under his body digging excitedly into his testicles and flicking lightly over his sensitive anus.
"Mmmmmmmm, that's good, Pat," he moaned above her as he felt his nerve-endings tingle into life again down in his loins. "I bet you like it as much as I do."
"Mmmmmmmm-hmmmmmmm," she agreed around the slowly thickening shaft in her mouth. Her tongue had begun lashing wetly around the underside of his thick-veined shaft, occasionally pressing hotly into the narrow slit in the blunt desire-swollen head. He was stiffening between her clinging lips slowly but surely, and she began bobbing her head up and down over the lengthening rod of flesh buried in her mouth. Roper propped his head up on a pillow so he could observe the blonde vixen's obscene ministrations over his once again aching loins, enjoying the sight of her full, ripe breasts billowing out whitely over his hairy thighs and her glistening red lips rounded over his growing cock-flesh. There was no doubt about it-Pat was practically insatiable.
"H-How would you like to get some new cock?" the company foreman asked her as she sucked on him. Her grey eyes flashed up at him in questioning interest.
"This new guy, Ted Mason," he went on, feeling her suck still more persuasively at his now almost fully erect penis.
"Mmmmmmm!" Pat mumbled, indicating she knew him and liked the idea.
"I happen to know he's on the make," Roper continued. "He fucked that new girl on my crew the first day out. They don't know I saw them." He went on to tell her the whole story while she went on sucking.
Pat's lips tightened around the whole of his sensitive cockhead, trapping it completely inside the warm, wetly heated cavern of her mouth. Hearing the story of the young couple's illicit screwing was a stimulating reward the older blonde had not been expecting.
"Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned again, her sensuous lips firmly locked around his blood-swelling glans. The lecherous older man could feel the softness of her tongue swirling maddeningly around his desire-engorged penis, her crimson lips clasping wetly to him as Roper described each lewd detail of the lust-inciting scene for her imagination. One of her hands was gently running its nails lightly over the soft resilience of his cum-laden balls, while the other was stroking the thickening base of his saliv-wet rod of flesh between thumb and forefinger, becoming long rolling waves of arousal up from deep down in his stirring loins.
Because he was getting close to ejaculating again, Roper stopped talking a moment to savor the delicious expertise of her mouth on his throbbing cock. Feeling his penis pulsing between her lips, Pat began sucking even harder the tips of her teeth digging gently into the resistant flesh, leaving small white trails where they scraped the blood from beneath the surface o his skin. Her tongue swiped furiously around and around the growing glans until Roper felt himself reaching the bursting point.
All of the rigid shaft was deep up in her throat now, and he was certain she would choke. Bu she continued to suck him on and on into a paradise of indescribable pleasure. Great swirl of heat were building deep, deep in his balls a he watched her face working above his quaking loins. He could see tiny rivulets of perspiration rolling down her temples in little droplets as she jerked her head up and down over his lust-knotted shaft like a woman gone mad.
He groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily, spilling incoherent mutterings from his lips. Then, suddenly, he gasped again, louder than before.
The moment was here and a low, guttural sound started from deep in his chest as he felt the hot steaming semen begin its mad spurt from the sanctity of his balls to spew in hot, thin streams into her hungrily waiting mouth. The orally impaled blonde's cheeks expanded and hollowed as she swallowed, greedy for the warm flooding gushes of his burning cum. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his white-hot sperm in between her lush red lips, and he reached with his hands to tangle his fingers tightly in her flowing blonde hair, holding her head to the throbbing of his loins as he shoved his spurting cock all the way down her gasping throat as far as it would go.
She swallowed, coughing sporadically to keep from choking, and then finally he moaned his last and rammed up into her mouth in complete fulfillment. Slowly, as she continued her sucking in gentle, lulling rhythm, his cock began deflating in her hot, moist mouth, becoming once more flexible and then completely limp.
Pat had sucked him dry, reluctantly letting his softened cock slip out of her clinging lips with a slight popping sound from the pressure of her suction. "You like that, huh?" the sensual blonde woman asked him as she rested her head on his paunchy stomach, her voluptuously soft breasts covering his satiated cock with their warmth.
"Christ! Do I like it!" Roper moaned. "And just wait until Mason gets a little of that. It'll drive him out of his fucking mind!"
"You really think I could get Ted into bed, huh?" Pat asked with a wistful sound in her voice. "I'm not sure I'm his type."
"Believe me, you little blonde bitch. You're his type all right. You're the kind of woman every red-blooded man dreams about." He knew that if he went along with the promise of a new stud, she would be willing to play along with what he had in mind.
"Ummmm, thanks, lover," the highly-sexed blonde said, pressing her soft breasts down tighter onto his depleted loins. "But how do I get to him? He doesn't even know me."
"That's where I come in, honey babe. We'll arrange a little party next Saturday night at the Sportsman's Club, only a few selected women invited. I'll see to it that Mason is there and I'll introduce you to him. After that, let Mother Nature take her course." The foreman waited a moment and then went on. "Between now and then, do me a favor, though?"
"Anything you want, baby," Pat said, wrapping her arms around his masculine buttocks and giving them a hearty squeeze. She was looking forward to getting her hands on that handsome brown-haired man she had seen around the plumbing company.
"Mason and Mitzi have the hots for each other, and I think Mitzi is having problems at home. Work on her to admit that she likes Mason and should see more of him. Then we can get her to the Sportsman's Club too."
"Ahhhhh, now I get it," Pat put in. "Dan Roper is after a little strange pussy himself."
"Right the first time. But don't forget, we'll both get what we want if you work it right. Deal?"
"Deal!" she answered, bending down to kiss Roper's softened penis with the wetness of her full red lips. Smiling, he got up off the bed, dressed, and headed home before it got too late.
CHAPTER SIX
All that second week at her new job, Mitzi was feeling more exhausted than she had ever felt in her life, not even showing any apparent interest in making love to her husband Oscar. But by Saturday, after she'd had half a day off, she was feeling pretty anxious for bedtime to come. Like it or not, Oscar would satisfy her, she was thinking. She had it all planned. With the increase her first paycheck showed in wages, she had bought a new nightgown that left nothing to the imagination. She had tried it on in the shop, admiring before the mirror the way her full, ripe breasts jutted out almost obscenely into the sheer material, the pinkness of her nip pies showing through the flimsy nylon. The hem of the gown barely covered the tops of her lush white thighs, and when she bent over slightly to look at the price tag on the box, she caught a glimpse of her well-rounded buttocks nakedly revealed when the gown pulled up in back.
If this doesn't turn him on, nothing will, the young redhead told her wickedly smiling reflection in the glass.
At six o'clock that afternoon Oscar had left their apartment, saying he was going out for a beer and a game of pool at his favorite hangout around the corner, and now it was almost eight o'clock. The special steak dinner she had fixed for him was getting ruined in the kitchen, and still there was no sign of him. Mitzi had noticed that her husband had been wearing a sport coat and tie when he went out earlier, but it had made no impression on her at the time. Now she reflected that it was strange for him to get so dressed up just to go to the local bar.
The miffed young wife sat fuming in a living room chair for another half-hour, wishing she had listened to that older blonde girl at the company, Pat Reynolds. All week Pat had been digging for information about how Mitzi and her husband were getting along, suggesting that maybe she should take advantage of the available young men working at the plumbing company.
Pat had made it clear that she herself had no interest at all in marriage, since she got whatever sex she wanted without lifting a little finger. Now, at this point, Mitzi was almost ready to agree with her-that a good-looking woman didn't need a husband, especially one who had no more interest in his wife than her Oscar seemed to. Still, Mitzi just hadn't been able to go along with Pat's suggestion that the two of them go out together to the Sportsman's Club party tonight. It hadn't seemed right somehow. It had been different that one time with Ted Mason in the new unoccupied apartment. Neither one of them had expected that to happen, but to deliberately set out with the thought in mind of meeting another man seemed too-too loose, too whorish for the innocent young wife to contemplate.
Impatiently, Mitzi went to the closet and put a light green coat over her short tan mini-dress she had wanted to surprise Oscar with. She slammed the door behind her as she went to look for him at the corner bar.
It was only a short walk, and Mitzi arrived at the corner across from the bar within a couple of minutes. While she waited for the traffic to thin out so that she could cross the street, she happened to glance at the door of the bar just as a heavily made-up, raven-haired woman stepped onto the sidewalk. Right behind the woman was a tall blond man who was obviously her escort.
Mitzi almost cried out his name when she saw that it was her husband, Oscar. The shocked young wife gaped in disbelief as Oscar waved down a taxi and got into the back seat, putting his arm around the shoulders of the woman, who was obviously a whore.
The bastard! Mitzi swore to herself in uncharacteristic obscenity. That explains why he hasn't been interested in me in bed. God knew how long her husband had been paying to make it with other women, and the thought that she had been trying so hard to remain loving and faithful to him in spite of her unsatisfied desires angered her to the point where she could barely see where she was walking. Before long she found herself back in front of the entrance to her apartment house, and making a sudden decision, she raced upstairs to look up Pat Reynolds' phone number. Although Pat had said that she would leave for the party about eight o'clock, it was possible that she hadn't left yet.
Mitzi let the phone ring ten or twelve times before she decided that she must have missed the older woman, but then she looked up the address of the Sportsman's Club, making her mind up on the spot that she would not let her own husband get away with leaving her high and dry like that.
At the small, dingy entrance to the Sportsman's Club, the doorman asked her in a rough voice who she was with. Mentioning Pat Reynolds' name was enough for him. He had been told to expect a young redhead asking for this Reynolds woman. Inside the dark bar which formed a kind of foyer to the main part of the club, Mitzi hesitated a moment. It was not the kind of place she normally went to, and the frankly assessing glares of the men perched at the bar only made her more dubious about being there. Just as she turned to go, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Mr. Roper!" she cried out in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"Hi, Mitzi. I was about to ask you the same question." He could see the frightened look in her blue eyes, and he smiled disarmingly at her. "Buy you a drink?"
"N-no, thank you, Mr. Roper. I was just looking for a friend."
"For God's sake, Mitzi. You can call me Dan off the job. And who is it you're looking for?" He was steadily steering her toward a table against the wall near the bar.
Hesitating momentarily, not wanting to mention that she had been told Ted Mason might be here, she finally mentioned Pat Reynold's name.
"Pat?" Roper said, his face lighting up in mock-surprise. "I saw her around a minute ago. I didn't know you were a friend of hers."
Raising his fingers, he signaled the bartender to bring them two bourbon-on-the-rocks.
"Well, I've only gotten to know her recently," Mitzi admitted, reluctantly settling down in the chair he was holding out for her. "But she invited me to a party, and since I had nothing else to do tonight, I thought I'd come."
"Where's your husband?" Roper asked, watching her face while she answered. It was obvious something was troubling her more than before, and Roper had known for a long time that the young wife's home life was not the best.
"He-he's busy tonight," Mitzi stammered. "I mean, he has some unexpected work to do, and I don't want to be in the way."
She's not a very good liar, Roper chuckled to himself. He was secretly gratified that there probably wouldn't be an irate husband to deal with when he finally managed to get her sweet little panties off and fucked the shit out of her.
"Well, here's to friendship," he toasted when the drinks came. "Give my thanks to Pat for inviting you. She made my evening. Nothing's better than looking at a beautiful woman when you're down." He went on to hint that his wife had been two-timing him, and that he had just found out about it. Little did Mitzi know it, but nothing could be farther from the truth. His wife knew he would beat the crap out of her if she dared to run around on him, even though she was well aware of his own transgressions.
When they had finished their drinks, Roper ordered two more and then got up from his chair. "Come on, Mitzi, let me help you find Pat, and then I'll stop boring you to death."
Mitzi couldn't help feeling sorry for her boss in a way; nevertheless she still found him unattractive. Otherwise she might have at least pretended to offer him the consolation of her company a while longer. As it was, she followed him into the main room of the club. Here the decorations hanging from the ceiling and the light fixtures on the walls made it clear that some sort of party was in fact planned, but there were very few people there yet.
"Where is everybody?" Mitzi asked.
"Oh, a lot of them aren't here yet. It's only nine o'clock or so. But there are lots of private rooms for those who want a little privacy. It's one of the big advantages of being a member of the Sportsman's Club. You get services you couldn't have anywhere else."
Mitzi wasn't sure she understood, but did not bother to question him further. She was looking around at the other women. Most of them seemed a little fast-looking to her, with their hair done up in fancy bouffant styles, and wearing the most provocative clothes she had seen except on the women along Sunset Strip in Hollywood.
"I still don't see Pat anywhere," the bewildered wife said after they had made a complete circuit of the room, looking over the shoulders of those playing roulette or blackjack. "Are you sure you saw her?"
"Sure. She even spoke to me. Listen, there's a possibility she's in one of the private lounges. Want to take a look?"
"Well, no-if they're private, I wouldn't want to break in on her," Mitzi answered. She was beginning to feel a little out of place in the club, almost wishing she hadn't come. Then she remembered that she had seen her husband going off with another woman in a cab, and she became defiant again.
"Oh, why not? Pat can always tell me to get lost. After all, she did ask me to come."
"That's the spirit," Roper said, leading her by the arm toward a hallway off the main room.
Actually, Dan Roper knew exactly where to find the blonde plumber that Mitzi called her friend.
In fact, as a member of the club, it was he who had made arrangements for the room she was now in. Roper had also brought Ted Mason in that night, telling him there was a chance that Mitzi would be coming with Pat. Then Pat had taken the young man with her to one of the little bed-sitting rooms reserved for just the-lurid purpose she had in mind, telling Ted that she was supposed to meet Mitzi there since Mitzi didn't want everyone to know she was there without her husband. As it turned out, she'd had no trouble at all in convincing Ted. The self-confident young lover had been sure all along that Mitzi would be trying to see him again sooner or later after she had made love to him that first and only time in the unoccupied apartment. Ted also understood that Mitzi would try to be circumspect if she were to meet him somewhere, so he had assumed it was all set up with her knowledge.
What he hadn't expected was that Pat would get to work so fast on him once she'd gotten him into the room alone.
Not that he had the slightest urge to resist, but Ted had nevertheless been totally surprised when he sat down in the tiny gold-carpeted room with Pat and she proceeded immediately to put the make on him. She had come around to his side of the little round table set with glasses and an iced bottle of champagne, plopping her voluptuous self down on his lap and throwing her arms around his neck. She looked really good to him in her low-cut blue taffeta dress complimenting the gray of her eyes, her long blonde hair trailing down her back in a soft girlish ponytail.
The young man responded easily to her openmouthed kiss, answering her lashing hot tongue with his own, letting her pull his hand up to cup the fullness of her large firm breasts. When she finally pulled her hot, moist mouth away from his they were both breathing heavily and he could feel his penis stirring into life down in his jockey shorts.
"Hey, I thought Mitzi was going to be here?" he asked Pat, suddenly thinking he got the picture.
"Tell me the truth now, baby. Would you have come here tonight if you hadn't thought she would be here?"
"Well, no...." the muscular young man admitted. "But...."
"Are you sorry?" she teased him, rubbing her right hand softly over the bulging mound in his trousers.
"Mmmmmmm, God, no. I just wanted to be sure that...."
"That she wouldn't break in on us if she did come?" Pat finished the sentence for him. "Don't worry. In this club privacy is respected, believe me. If it weren't, they would soon be out of business."
With that she placed another moist, hot kiss over his mouth, opening her firm, rounded thighs to let his hand work its way up into the luring softness between her legs. When his fingers found the blatantly naked entrance to her already throbbing vagina, she moaned into his mouth and pushed her loins tight against hi, lewdly questing hand.
"Come on, baby, let's do this right," she said breathlessly, getting up from his lap. Before Ted knew what was happening, the aroused blonde was lifting her dress up over her head, then proudly standing before him clad in a jet-black half-brassiere cupping only the lower portion of her voluptuously mounded breasts and a narrow black garter belt. Both were made of thin almost transparent lace, and the open-mesh black hose held in place by the lace garter belt made a strikingly seductive picture.
"My God. You're quite a woman," Ted exclaimed in surprise as the shapely blonde plumber stood half-naked before him, the blonde curls of her pubic mound highlighting her alabaster-white skin and black-sheathed legs. He had seen Pat around the company building but had never paid too much attention because she seemed a little older and a little too filled out for his taste. But now he had to admit that she was alluring-not even plump under the clothes, only voluptuous and well-rounded.
Pat stared brazenly at the obvious bulge in Ted's pants and said in a deep, sexy voice, "You look like quite a man, too, baby. Get undressed and let's see what you can do." While the young plumber hurriedly stripped down to the bare skin, the older experienced woman sat back on the bed and, facing him, began slowly to remove her garter belt and open-mesh black stockings, lifting each of her legs in turn, so that her firmly rounded buttocks and the pink outer folds of her cunt were spread out invitingly before him. Ted quickly threw his pants to one side and stepped up to the bed wearing only his jockey shorts, his rigidly erect cock about to burst out at the seams.
Pulling the elastic waistband of his shorts out far enough from his flat, muscular stomach to clear his throbbing-hard penis, Ted slipped his shorts off and kicked them to one side, his eyes never leaving the enticing crevice of Pat's nakedly beckoning ass-cheeks. Gasping out loud at the magnificent sight before her, the sensuous woman reached behind her back and unclasped her brassiere, letting the full soft mounds of her breasts fall free of restraint. Ted licked his lips in hungry anticipation of what was to come, watching intently as the ivory-skinned beauty slowly moved her hands down over the curves of her wide smooth hips and pulled her thighs up tight against her full rounded white breasts, her waiting loins now tilted upward for the virile man to use as he wished.
"Come on, honey," she whispered in hoarse excitement. "Put that thing in me. Quick, I can't wait any longer!"
Placing an arm on either side of her, Ted eagerly mounted the voluptuous woman as she reached down between her outspread thighs to grasp his pulsating thickness in her right hand and place it against the hot entrance of her wetly quivering pussy.
"Ohhhhhhhh, God, it feels good," she moaned at the first searing contact with her eagerly grasping cuntal lips.
Ted felt her warm pussy wetness close over the tip-end of his cock like an elastic band, and then he shoved forward into the tight, hot passage of her cunt with all his manly strength, pushing from his feet propped against the end of the bed. His aching hard penis raced full-tilt up into her flowering inner walls until he finally struck bottom, feeling his heavy balls dangling beneath and slap lewdly against her upturned buttocks.
Without hesitation the two of them began rocking together as he plunged in and out of her steaming vaginal wetness, his belly slapping up against the backs of her trembling white thighs. The small room was filled with the sounds of their animal groans as they brutally pumped their tightly fitting loins into one another with the force of a pile-driving hammer.
Gritting his teeth from the excruciating pressure building up in his balls from the sensations caused by her cock-sucking pussy, Ted watched Pat's resiliently rounded breasts jouncing under him, adding to his excitement.
Then he felt her hands slip around behind his buttocks and dig into his sinewy flesh as she urged him to fill her with more and more of his heavily swollen cock, one of her fingers flicking lightly, maddeningly over his anus from behind. He knew it wouldn't be long before he would cum, and he drove his cock into her widespread loins as hard as he could, punishing her with his youthful virility. He could already feel her cunt quivering in readiness for an orgasm, while at the same time the deep hot swirls of sperm began to boil up from his testicles. It didn't matter that he was cumming so soon; he knew very well that he could get it up five or six times a night with a woman like this one.
Just at that moment, the bedroom door flew open.
Ted turned his head and looked through almost unseeing eyes at the couple standing there aghast at the wantonness of the scene they had inadvertently barged in on.
The woman was Mitzi, and her blue eyes were wide-open in surprise and dismay. But it was too late for Ted to stop even if he wanted to. And he didn't. Increasing his tempo until his glistening cock was flashing in and out of Pat's wildly swiveling pussy, he felt the explosion begin, his cock jerking inside her like a machine-gun spurting white-hot cum far up into her nakedly spasming belly. He threw his head back with a groan and rammed himself up inside her as far as he could go, holding it there while the wantonly twisting blonde bucked her body up against his, her wide-open mouth groaning out the words of her release.
"Ohhhhhhh, God, fuck me, baby. I'm cummmmmmmming! I'm cummming, honey!" Then her long, white legs snaked out around Ted's pummeling hips, hugging his loins still tighter against her own. They were still locked together in their final spasm of pleasure when Dan Roper closed the door in Mitzi's horrified face.
The shocked and disillusioned young redhead could not move for a long moment, staring blank-faced at the wood panel door before her. Finally she gasped and began a long, low moan deep in her throat that ended in a flood of tears. Now she felt even more alone and deserted than before when she had seen her husband getting into the cab with another woman. Searching blindly in her purse for a tissue to dry her eyes and blow her nose, she turned away from her boss and began to run back down the hall. She had reached the end before she realized she had gone the wrong way to get out of that part of the club, but she did not have the strength or willpower to pass by Dan Roper again. She was absolutely sure that Roper had known exactly what they would find in that room, setting it up just to make her feel bad. Ever since Mitzi had let him know that she was not interested in him, the paunchy foreman had treated her with nothing but total disrespect.
She made up her mind then and there to make a point of reporting his surly manner to the Union, without mentioning anything about what she had seen tonight. Roper would only find some way to use it against her if she brought it up now.
Leaning hopelessly with her face turned to the wall where she had cried softly, feeling sorry for herself, Mitzi heard Roper's footsteps approaching her from behind. As soon as he seemed near enough to touch her, the distraught young wife flung herself around and tried to by-pass him in the narrow hallway.
Roper was prepared for her attempt to bolt away from him, however, and he put out his arm to block her only avenue of escape.
"What's the matter, Mitzi? You don't like seeing your boyfriend screwing another woman? You shouldn't be so greedy," he derided her in a husky voice. Seeing the obscenely fucking couple had vicariously excited his lust, and he could feel his thick penis throbbing in his pants ... throbbing for the chance to get into this prissy little redhead who'd caused him so much trouble.
"N-no, I don't care!" Mitzi replied angrily trying to duck under his arm. But he quickly grasped her around the shoulders, holding her trapped against his beefy chest. Suddenly what Roper had said had dawned on her and she looked up at him in surprise and trepidation. There was no telling what the burly foreman would do with the information if he were to know for sure about her and Ted making love. He might even use it to discredit the right of women employees, including herself, to work as plumbers.
"That's right, baby," Roper gloated when he saw that she understood what was in his mind. "I saw you and Mason fucking like crazy that first day in the empty apartment. And now it's my turn."
"No-I don't know what you're talking about...." Mitzi stammered in confusion. But already his strong arms were forcing her backwards up against a doorway. Roper reached around behind her and turned the handle of the door she was leaning against, flinging it open.
Then, after he had forced the young girl ahead of him into the room, he closed the door behind them and wrestled her toward the bed.
Her big blue eyes were suddenly filled with terror as she realized that he was really going to go through with trying to rape her. All other thoughts fled from her mind as she concentrated on the problem of how to get out of that room without having to undergo such a debasing experience. But the older man was too strong for the struggling young redhead, pushing her with all his force back toward the bed. Her knees caught at the edge of the mattress, causing her to fall stunned onto her back, her short black minidress flying up around her hips. She saw Roper hurriedly unzip the fly of his pants, and before she could get off the bed and back onto her feet, he had freed his long, thick penis from his shorts, grasping it in his right hand like a weapon. When he came toward her, Mitzi stifled a gasp in her throat and lay frozen, completely mesmerized by the huge bulbous head in his hand as he slipped the loose foreskin up and down over its swollen purplish mass. His left hand began loosening his belt, letting his pants fall down around his ankles just as he reached the edge of the bed. Now Mitzi could see the heavy, bloated testicles dangling bull-like between his legs, and horrified, she made a last futile attempt to escape this approaching monster of a man.
She no longer cared what her fate would be at the plumbing company where she worked, her only concern now was to get away from her boss before it was too late. But Roper was too fast for her. He threw his body down on top of her, forcing one knee up between her tightly clenched legs. Then he reached down with both hands, and, hooking his fingers under the elastic wais band of her white nylon panties, he gave o hard pull, and tore them into shreds. Now her helplessly trembling loins were fully exposed to his lecherous gaze. Roper did not stop there; his hands tugged the hem of her short minidress until he forced it up to her neck, so he could get at her whitely overflowing brassiere. Panting from the exertion, Roper hooked his index finger up under the flimsy garment and tore it away from the ripe full mounds of her breasts. The struggling redhead tried to pull her dress back down to cover her nakedness from his lewd gaze, but before she could manage it he let his full weight drop down onto her, driving the breath from her lungs and flattening the soft half-moons of her breasts beneath of his wiry-haired chest. Then, lifting his body just enough so that he could cup his palms around the warm naked mounds, the slightly balding foreman slipped his mouth wetly down over her quivering white belly, trailing his extended tongue down through the thick tangle of russet curls, finally darting it serpent-like over her cringing little clitoris hidden up between the pink fleshy outer lips of her cunt.
He felt Mitzi shiver and jerk her legs under his chest from the first electric contact with the tiny sensitive organ, and he swirled his hot, moist tongue around and around it, sensing its un willing arousal. Her buttocks squirmed back down into the mattress in a vain attempt to escape this debasing attack upon her unprotected genitals, while at the same time her fingernails dug angrily into his hair and tried to pull his greedily kneading hands away from the tender milk-white skin of her breasts.
Finally he did remove his hands, slipping them down over her heaving midriff to press his palms against the soft inner flesh of her straining thighs, holding them apart to grin down at the pulsing pink opening of the young redhead's pussy. She could see him now squatting there on all-fours in between her widespread legs like a beast of prey about to savagely devour its helpless victim. The wet, naked flesh of her curl-fringed young vagina was presented up to his leering gaze in hopeless sacrifice. She forgot all about her uncovered breasts, as she continued to lie frozen to the mattress watching his tongue pass lightly over his thick sensual lips in preparation for further ravishment of her defenselessly exposed genitals.
Spreading her thighs still farther apart with the palms of his strong chubby hands, Roper then placed his thumbs on the moist fleshy flanges of her cunt. Then, with a torturing outward movement of his thumbs he drew the pink pussy folds slowly apart, exposing its most inner mouth to the mercy of his insistent gaze. He stared at the smooth wetness for a moment and then with a deep groan dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue as far as it would go up into the warmly throbbing walls of her vagina.
"Ohhh, God! Noooo, don't!" Mitzi whimpered before his depraved attack, watching with disbelief as his head began to rock back and forth over her widely splayed loins.
Now there was nothing left. Her humiliation was complete as she felt little points of fire kindling inside her cringing vagina in spite of her will to resist. Her husband should never have left her so frustrated the way he had ... never!!!
"It can't be, it can't be," she muttered over and over again, her hands pushing desperately at the top of his head to free herself from this maddening torture. Then, gradually, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to ripple deep down in her unwilling belly and suddenly she found her hands no longer pushing, but pulling his hot wet mouth tighter over her moistening vaginal opening. The astonished young wife made one last desperate effort to squeeze free, but her boss' hands held her tight, pressing hard into the unprotected plane of her nakedly spread cunt open wide to his unnatural ministrations.
"Nooo, please," she moaned again as he slipped his thick wet tongue over the full length of her involuntarily flowering vaginal slit. She held her breath as his tongue continued obscenely dipping and probing the wet velvety folds, searching in the moist recesses, tantalizing her out of her reluctance by teasing her sensitive cunt into spine-tingling life.
Sensing that she was beginning to respond, Roper began to probe at the enticing pink furrow with renewed vigor, darting and flicking his long, wet tongue, swirling and rotating it around in the soft fleshy folds of gently quivering cuntal flesh. Dan Roper's fingers reached up over the white flatness of her trembling belly and dug harshly into the softness of her jiggling breasts, his thumbs and forefingers rolling her defensively stiffened nipples between them until they were fully erect.
As he worked his mouth voraciously at the opening to her tight little cunt, his wide glinting eyes watched his trainee's face in arrogant delight, waiting for the first signs of total surrender he knew were sure to come.
Suddenly, Mitzi felt her body begin to desert her. Her squirming buttocks jerked involuntarily back and forth, slipping her saliva-soaked pussy up and down on his obscenely darting tongue, no longer able to resist the spasms of sheer sensual delight coursing through her veins. The unwelcome response struck her with its full impact, filling her with shame that she could enjoy the depraved sucking at her loins.
After another long moment of desperate inner struggle the dam of feelings burst. Her aroused young body suddenly began a slow but wanton movement up against his thrusting tongue. Her hands locked fingers behind his bobbing head to press his face against her desire-moist loins so that he could hardly breathe. Forgotten now were the thoughts of her unfaithful husband and the other woman in the taxi; forgotten the unexpected lewd scene she had witnessed only minutes before between her lover and her blonde female co-worker. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing her flesh like tiny needles of fire.
The foreman felt the young redhead's sudden submission and with a savage force thrust his thick tongue deeper into the quivering moist sheath until he could feel her soft silky pubic hairs grazing wetly against his cheeks as she ground her loins in a slow hypnotic rhythm up against his buried face. She was his now, he gloated to himself. It was of no importance now whether she was a woman's lib supporter or not; she was becoming a slave to her passions just like every other high-minded dame. Between her lightly jouncing white breasts he watched the pleasurable agony of desire contorting her face-her eyes clenched shut, her lips baring back over the whiteness of her teeth.
With growing excitement, Roper sensed it wouldn't be long now until he could freely, with her own consent, fuck his cock deep up into that little white belly of hers and shoot his lust-fired semen all the way up into her steaming tight pussy. The aloof, voluptuous young wife no longer could feel that she was too good for him-she was just another hot little bitch who would soon be screaming to be fucked by any cock she could get shoved up between her widespread thighs.
Well, he gloated, she'd get fucked all right-and fucked good and proper!
But first, he had something else he wanted to do. What he had in mind would really let her know who was boss in this world once and for all.
The inexperienced young woman was totally unprepared for what came next. The last thing she had known was the insanely licking moistness bringing her throbbing hot clitoris closer and closer to the wildest orgasm she had ever experienced, and then cool air rushed up between her trembling thighs as he forced his head away, shoving her clasping hands away with it, and then he was slithering up over her panting body. Her desire-ridden cunt ground vainly in little circles for the release that had been so near, and then she felt the weight of his buttocks on her rib cage.
Mitzi opened her eyes to see Dan Roper reach down to squeeze her soft resilient breasts together, forming a warm tunnel around his rockhard penis. He pushed them together so hard that the nipples met at the top, and then he held the aroused pink buds between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, beginning a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his whole rigid shaft back and forth through the warm, flaccid channel formed by her breasts. With his other hand, he reached around to once more fondle and caress her wide-open pussy behind him, stroking up and down in the moist hotness with his extended middle finger once or twice, and then beginning to drive it lewdly in and out of her desperately clasping vaginal wetness. Each time he slipped his finger back out of the slippery wetness, he let it flip lightly up over her erectly twittering clitoris, causing her to again begin bucking her loins under him. He kept up the slow rocking motion between her breasts for a long time, feeling his penis growing and expanding until he was afraid it would erupt before he was ready. He sat still for a moment enjoying the hot aching down in his balls, her hips undulating as she voluntarily now fucked her hungrily yearning cunt up against his motionless hand in a silent plea for more.
At the same time he was tweaking and pulling at the rounded softness of the two white mounds surrounding his cock, he studied her face for reaction. Her eyes were open again now, gazing unseeing up at the ceiling. A thin smoky veil of passion obscured her dilating pupils. Her hips and ass-cheeks writhed on the bed beneath, her thighs limply kicking out and then drawing up again as though searching for some invisible lover to draw inside herself. Mitzi was completely out of control and the lecherous older man could see that nothing he did to her would matter to her now. She would accept any degradation he wanted to force on her to quell the fire that was raging in her salaciously aroused vagina.
His eyes locked on her sensuous full lips, moist from her tongue swirling senseless around them as she suffered her unfulfilled desire.
He moved up then so that his knees were on either side of her neck, his long, thick cock throbbing directly out over her face. His heavy cum-laden balls lay gently against her chin. Placing both his hands down behind her neck, he lifted her head up off the bed toward him so that her face and mouth were poised directly in front of the palpitating head of his cock. He pushed forward slightly until the tip of his penis was pressed gently against the full, sensual softness of her glistening, lipstick-rimmed lips. Roper groaned above her as he felt the soft lipsticked flesh brush against his sensitive cocktip.
The ravishing redhead's lips closed at the first touch and her eyes came into focus again. At first she couldn't believe that the velvety warmth touching her lips was his penis, but then she saw the glistening clear moisture seeping from the tiny slit at the end and tried to jerk her face to the side. But the stocky man's fingers tightened their grip in her long red hair, forcing her head to stay where it was. She could feel the hard rubbery tip begging entrance into her tightly clamped lips, but she was equally determined not to take it into her mouth, moaning out her protests loudly into the room.
But the lewdly grinning man only tightened the grip of his left hand in her hair and reached with his right to pinch her nostrils closed between his thumb and forefinger.
Finally Mitzi was forced to part her lips in order to breathe, and Roper did not waste a second. He shoved forward with all his strength, quickly ovaling her mouth wide with the thickness of his pulsing cock, shoving it brutally all the way into the back of her throat. She was nearly choking on the long, hot rod of flesh imbedded deeply up in her helpless mouth, and he finally remembered to release her nostrils and let her get some air. He could feel the steaming softness of her tongue flattened out beneath his thick, blood-engorged penis, and the smoothness of her lips clasped around him in a tight elastic ring of beautiful young lip-flesh.
"Suck my cock, baby," he hissed down at her. "My cock will stay all the way up in that snooty little throat of yours until you suck it and lick it with your tongue," he told her, at the same time making short strokes between her wide-held lips-just enough to let her know he was still master, and not yet ready to cum.
The young redhead's eyes were filled with shame and humiliation, but though her mind was racing blindly looking for a way out of what he wanted, she could think of no escape. With a guttural groan of unwilling acceptance, she clenched her eyes shut and started using her tongue, slowly at first, then forcing herself to rotate it wetly around the smooth rubbery flesh of his throbbing cockhead. If the only way to relieve the pain and degradation was to make him grow to a climax, she was thinking, then she had to do it as quickly as possible. Already her wide-open jaws were tiring from the effort of keeping her teeth away from the skin of his impaling shaft and her neck felt as though it would break.
Roper began slowly slipping in and out of her lavishing hot mouth, feeling with pained intensity her lips moving up and down his cock, the tender hot flesh of her tongue circling his hardness intently, urging him to cum.
She began to suck him with a moist, nibbling pressure, licking and curling her tongue around his lewdly invading thickness in time to his hand still burying itself repeatedly in her desire-flooded pussy below. Oh God! Why did it have to be this, when in spite of her revulsion of him as a man, her cunt was on fire for his long, hard cock? His loins were growing hot and he was sweating between his legs as she continued sucking, slipping her open mouth up and down the length of his plunging rod of flesh. And as she sucked, his already immense penis only seemed to inflate more than ever beneath her rapidly swirling tongue.
Suddenly she felt his loins begin to jerk wildly into her mouth, and nothing in the world could have stopped the liquid white flow that came rushing like a bursting fire hose up from his aching testicles and out the tip of his crazily pulsating penis.
Roper gripped his young employee's head tighter with his hand and shoved his exploding cock deeply into the back of her throat, hearing her groan beneath him as the first needle-thin spurt of burning hot semen flooded into her helpless mouth, bloating her cheeks out into chipmunk-like bulges on her face. Her Adam's apple worked furiously up and down as she swallowed to keep from choking on the thick sperm so lewdly filling her mouth to the brim.
The paunchy foreman watched her cheeks alternately bloating and hollowing as she convulsively sucked him dry and, momentarily exhausted, he braced himself with his hand in her hair to keep from falling from her body onto the bed. Her still unsatisfied pussy was grinding beseechingly up around his middle finger for release, but he was too weak to do anything for her at the moment. His deflating cock slipped wetly back out of her now reluctantly surrendering lips, with lewd spider-web-thin white strands of his hot cum following after the depleted broad tip.
Mitzi felt like a borderline schizophrenic about to go over the edge. She still felt the unquenched desire approaching the flash point down between her legs, but at the same time the shame and degradation of the debauched act she had been forced to perform on a man she detested filled her with self-hatred for her continuing arousal. The slightly pungent masculine taste of Roper's semen still filled her mouth, and yet here she was wanting the longing in her vagina to be fulfilled!
The conscience-torn young girl moaned in mixed meaning below him, scarcely noticing that his weight was lifted from her twisting and churning body. But then when his hand massaging at her cunt slipped up over the rounded fullness of her thigh as he lay down on the mattress beside her, she suddenly became frantic with desire. Her hands rushed down to the burning moist valley between her uncontrollably flexing thighs, fondling and caressing her steaming pussy with total abandon.
Dan Roper watched in disbelief as she began rhythmically finger-fucking herself with her extended right middle finger, at the same time stroking the wet pink hair-lined flesh surrounding it with the fingers of her other hand. She looked like she was going out of her mind for it, and the thought of the high and mighty little bitch begging for it made his loins ache again. Sliding his calloused hands down to his soft, limp cock, he began to squeeze its flaccid flesh and rub his loosely dangling balls to bring himself up to full, blood-hardened erection again. After all, he might never get another chance to fuck her shitless after tonight!
It didn't take much to get him turned on again, what with the wantonly squirming redhead finger-fucking herself before his very eyes. As her finger stroked repeatedly in and out of her pink, moist cuntal mouth, Roper felt his penis slowly begin to harden again in his massaging fist. He grinned to himself proudly at his insatiable sexual appetite and raised himself up over her wide-split loins again, his knees together between lewdly split thighs. Levering his thickly stiffened cock forward, he aimed its broad rubber tip directly for the glistening wet opening of her pussy. The lust-maddened young wife immediately slipped her finger out of the way and with her own fingertips spread the outer lips way to the sides to make the way easier for him.
The balding older man paused but a moment to enjoy the quivering heat clasping around the throbbing tip of his cock, and then, with one long smooth stroke, rammed it all the way up to her cervix. There was only the slightest resistance now from the fever-pitch of excitement she had reached, and he could feel the smooth wet walls of her cunt clamping around his aching hardness so firmly and wetly it almost drove him crazy.
"Ohhhhhh!" Mitzi moaned in a singing voice, feeling her helplessly throbbing-vagina flower open to receive his lust-lengthened thickness deep up to her womb. She began to move in wild abandoned little fucking motions beneath him, muttering incoherent words of wild uncontrolled passion to urge him on.
Setting up a steady slow rhythm, Roper plunged his rock-hard penis up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm soft oven of her cunt, feeling her vagina flourishing wetly before him as though she had never been fucked before in her life.
"Oooooooh, God. Yes, yes, fuck it! Fuck it hard!" she cried out into the room as he pumped always a little faster, a little harder, her forehead covered with a light coat of glistening perspiration that plastered her disheveled red hair to her temples. Then he slithered his strong rough hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tight, raising them up off the bed for greater access to her open and pleading loins.
From that position, he squirmed down into her open pussy with all the strength of his hips and thighs, the smooth raw flesh of her inner cuntal walls clasping and unclasping like a heart beat around his nearly bursting cock. He pulled his head back to watch the young wife's ecstatic face. Her nostrils were flaring and her eyes, open wide now, gazed glassily up into the room, a wild and unsatiated desire burning like pinpoints of fire in her pupils.
"Oh, oh. Deeper. Harder. Fuck me-fuck me!" she begged him, gasping as if she were close to death. Swinging her soft, tender thighs up higher, she doubled herself up beneath him like a ball of lust-maddened flesh. Roper wrapped his arms around her knees under him, flattening her upper thighs down onto her breasts. Now there was nothing beneath his pounding loins impending his onslaught into her upthrusting cunt.
"I'm cumming! I'm cummmmmmmminggggg!" Mitzi suddenly cried out in an agonized gasp of intense passion, locking her ankles tightly against his laboring back, waving her ass-cheeks in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt crazily up and down on his hotly plunging rod of flesh.
At the same time, the passion-inflamed redhead snaked her arms up around his neck and with total abandon, smashed her open mouth tight to his. He could still taste on her soft lips the pungent flavor of the sperm he had spurted into her throat such a short time ago.
Her body arched and she held tightly to him, not moving but quivering and jerking against him as her orgasmic secretions spewed out around his still hard-driving penis, seeping down the side-split crevice of her trembling buttocks to drench his drum-tight balls as they slapped hard into her tiny puckered anus below.
Though Roper had been sucked dry a few short minutes ago, the wildness of the girl's climax had started a slow aching pressure deep within his balls again. He knew it wouldn't be long before he had a second mind-shattering orgasm himself, and he wanted it a different way. Without letting his blood-engorged cock slip from her throbbing hot vagina, the plumbing foreman raised his chest up slightly from her legs trapped in a jackknife beneath him, turning her over onto her side. His slithering cock still pumped easily up into the cum flooded softness of her cunt as he lifted her by the hips until she was dog-like on her knees in front of him, her naked white buttocks upturned before his hungering gaze. He was fucking up into her from behind now, the force of his long deep strokes rocking her bent-over body back and forth on the bed in front of him.
Digging his calloused fingers harshly into the giving softness of her quivering ass-cheeks, he increased the viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked hard against her buttocks while he watched the glistening pink flanges of her cunt clasping to his lunging rod of flesh. Her tightly puckered anal ring nestled tantalizingly in the narrow curving crevice above his hardened shaft flashing in and out of her still-welcoming pussy, and he felt an almost overwhelming urge to fuck her there. He knew it would hurt her at first but with the moisture from her flooding hot cunt, he could probably get it in.
With a sadistic grin he clamped his fingers tighter into her softly-fleshed buttocks to hold her in place. Then he slipped his glistening wet cock out of the young woman's wide-stretched pussy and set it firmly in place with his thumbs at her tiny anal ring.
On the outstroke his pistoning cock had been in Mitzi's moistly churning cunt, and then on the next instroke it was shoving its way by sheer force up into the narrower confines of her tight little anus. Roper reached up with one hand to grip her shoulder and pull her cringing buttocks back tighter onto him.
"Arggggh! No, don't! It hurts!" Mitzi screamed before him as she thrashed and bucked from the sudden painful entrance into her defenseless rectum. But he paid no heed, relentlessly shafting up into her virginal anal opening, rushing up the tight nether channel until his slight paunch smacked flat against her wildly jerking buttocks.
Mitzi was fastened inescapably to him now, her eyes bulging open, her long red hair whipping from side to side as she tried to free herself from the excruciating thickness. She could feel his throbbing penis inside her like a heart beating in her anus, each pulse shoving her inner rectal walls a little farther outward from his hardness, until finally she could hardly bear to breathe again.
The ravishing young wife felt him up behind her beginning to stroke smoothly in and out, with short and shallow thrusts at first, but then gradually lengthening until just the expanded glans at the end was left inside before he fucked back up into her again to the hilt.
The burly foreman gritted his teeth from the unbearable tightness of the narrow opening, pulling his lips back in a grimace of mingled pulling his lips back in a grimace of mingled pain and pleasure. He had never felt such a hot clasping pressure around his cock and the lewd sensations were driving him crazy. He continued steadily stroking for a minute and then the impossible began to happen.
With a low mewling sound like an animal in heat, Mitzi began to rock gently with him, meeting his inward thrusts with her back-pushing buttocks, grinding the milk-white half moons lasciviously into his loins to take his lust-hardened cock as deep up in her wide-split little ass-hole as she could. She was enjoying it now in spite of the small lingering pain, and she moaned and panted her passionate pleas in all the obscenities she had ever heard.
"Ohhhhh. Fuck it! Fuck my ass!" she quavered at him in a pleading lust-altered voice. "Split it! Split it open!!!"
Dan Roper sweated and grunted up behind her wildly working ass-cheeks, fucking harder and harder like a sex-crazed bull up into her tightly clutching little rectal passage. It wouldn't be long now, he was thinking. But he wanted to make this final debasement of the formerly aloof and stuck-up little bitch last as long as possible, and he did his best to keep his cock from exploding and flooding his cum deep up in her hotly slaving belly at that very moment!!!
CHAPTER SEVEN
After Mitzi had fled from the open doorway where she had seen her lover fucking the sensuous blonde, Ted Mason had pushed unabated toward his orgasm. Nor had Pat let the virile young plumber rest after that. She had climbed on top of him and worked him over with her hands and mouth until he could once again screw her with a hard, thick penis, this time with her sitting up over him.
Now as he lay almost completely satiated on the bed beside the heavily breathing Pat Reynolds, Ted began to wonder what had become of the girl he really wanted to be with, after the shocking scene she had witnessed so briefly before running away.
It had been obvious to the handsome young man, when he had taken Mitzi that day in the empty apartment, that she was not a woman accustomed to playing around with other men, and he had respected her unspoken wish not to be reminded of their folly. But she had sent him a message to come to this club tonight, or so Pat had told him, and perhaps she had decided she did not want to let him fuck her again. There was no doubt in his mind that the young redhead was having troubles with her husband; she had told him that much in the few brief personal conversations they had had.
All of a sudden he wondered what his boss Dan Roper had in mind being with the fairly innocent young wife, and he threw his legs over the edge of the bed to put on his clothes.
"Where are you going?" Pat asked him lazily from the bed where she lay naked, her tapered white thighs flung wide in the position she had fallen into after her last orgasm.
"I want to find Mitzi," he told her, looking around for his shorts.
"Hell, I'll bet she's just down the hall," Pat told him. "You don't need your clothes. Just wrap something around your middle if you're shy." Without stopping to dress, Pat got up from the bed and went to the door.
Before Ted could say anything, the shapely blonde was already through the open door and stepping boldly down the hallway. He shrugged his shoulders and followed her, watching as she held her ear to several closed doors until finally her face lit up and she smiled knowingly at Ted.
"They're in here," she said. "Want to see for yourself?" With that she flung the unlocked door wipe-open and waited for Ted to lead the way.
The muscular young man heard the passionate groaning before he saw what was going on in the room. Even so, Ted could hardly believe his eyes when he looked through the door and saw the couple on the bed. Crouched behind Mitzi's white upthrust buttocks was their foreman, Dan Roper, fucking for all he was worth up between the slavishly kneeling young redhead's widespread buttocks.
Ted's first thought was that Mitzi had been putting him on about being so pure and faithful for her husband. If she had been, how could she possibly have ended up like this, obviously enjoying having Dan Roper fuck her in the ass?
How stupid can a guy be? he thought bitterly to himself as he looked on stunned by his pretty assistant's eager response. Ted could feel his recently depleted cock jerking into hardness again, and he let Pat push him aside while she closed the door behind them.
"Come on, handsome," the blonde told him playfully tugging at his awakening penis. " want it that way too."
"Get lost, blondie," the ex-Green Beret snarled at her without even looking in her direction. Mingled with the rising excitement down in his loins was a feeling of cheated anger and rage that he had let himself be fooled by the redhead now glancing his way as though she had never seen him before. He was further enraged by the sight of this greedy older man getting the benefit of Mitzi's uncontrollable lust.
Making a sudden decision, Ted stepped up to the bed and attempted to pull the wildly pumping Roper from his position up behind the moaning red-haired wife.
Roper merely laughed gutturally at the ineffectual arms encircling his chest, the fire burning out of control down in his loins giving him the strength of ten men. Instead, he rolled heavily over onto his back, pulling the impaled Mitzi with him so that she now lay on her back on top of him, her naked young cunt spread wide and openly exposed to the younger man's gaze. The muscles of Mitzi's flat white belly were straining to the breaking point from the pressure of her legs stretched down on either side of Roper's body, until finally she managed to plant both her feet high up on his outstretched thighs, her knees bent to relieve the pain up in her rectum from Roper's deeper penetration in this new position.
Standing above them still stark-naked, his bulging hard cock throbbing at the lurid view of the young wife's pink, cum-smeared cunt, Ted could see the thick dark, shaft of Roper's penis protruding from Mitzi's anus beneath. Ted watched the moistness up between her thighs with greedy eyes, the hair-lined slit making tiny little nibbling motions in the air as she continued screwing her ass-cheeks hungrily back down onto Roper's lewdly impaling cock. Mitzi's full ripe breasts were dancing wildly on her chest above Roper's arms locked beneath their voluptuous softness, and the helpless redhead looked so helplessly inviting in this pose that the young plumber could barely resist throwing himself on top of her hopelessly trapped body.
"Come on, you cunt-hound. Fuck'er cunt! She's so fuckin' hot she's gonna blow sky high!" Roper goaded his crew member. This was turning out to be a real treat he thought-after this ass-fucking he was throwing to her, the snotty little redhead would have to think twice before she got up on her high horse with him again!
Moving swiftly in the heat of his rage, Ted Mason groaned deeply in his throat and knelt up on the bed between Roper's outspread knees, his long, hard cock throbbing with anticipation at the sight of the russet-fringed pussy eagerly awaiting him. As he glanced up at her face, Ted could tell that Mitzi was almost out of her mind with desire, and though he hated to share her ecstasies with his crass boss, he could not keep from crawling up over her wildly thrashing body with punishment in mind. Positioning himself above the young redhead's insatiably gyrating cunt, he aimed his rigidly pulsating cock at the tender wet pussy flesh below.
The muscular young man spread Mitzi's thighs still farther apart with the palms of his hands as he moved into position. Then grasping his hard, aching cock between his fingers, he guided it without a moment's delay deep up into the moist open cavern of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh, Goooddd!" Mitzi groaned as his lust-enraged cock slithered unimpeded up inside her already half-cock-filled belly, joining Roper's penis already buried so deep up there inside her tightly clinging rectum. Mitzi lay gasping for breath between the two muscular men, only dimly aware of the fact that it was Ted Mason who had joined Roper in ravishing her helpless body. Something in the back of her mind told her she should be humiliated and ashamed, but she could only acknowledge the uncontrollable passion racking her body. She rocked back and forth, sandwiched between the two of them, impaled on their cocks like an insect, with only the thin wall of flesh between her anus and her cunt separating the two pummeling shafts of male flesh.
Ted, already excited from watching Roper's cruel rape of the young wife's anus, began to furiously fuck up into her hot moist pussy, while Roper beneath began thrusting up with long hard strokes into the depths of her over-filled rectum. It took a moment, but then they achieved a natural rhythm, buffering her between them like a child's rag doll.
Mitzi was uttering low moaning sounds which went on and on all the time they both fucked up into her at the same time from the front and back, occasionally loosing a deeper groan from her chest as their pelvises smacked into her loins with harder and harder force.
The blonde, Pat, watched as if hypnotized, staring at the two blood-thickened shafts of flesh, skewering up into Mitzi's splayed-out loins like twin battering rams. The older woman's excited lust-laden eyes gleamed as she viewed the moist, long cocks glistening as they fucked in and out, the stretched pink edges of the young Mitzi's pussy drawing back with Ted's penis on the outstrokes and disappearing back inside as he rammed it home again deep up in her belly. The other thick cudgel was clasped tightly by the young girl's smooth rubbery anal ring as Roper drove his swollen slippery cock relentlessly up between her trembling white buttocks. On and on it went, filling Pat's loins with an envious desire that made her clitoris tremble almost to the point of orgasm. The shapely blonde had never seen anything like it in her life. She found it hard to believe that the sexually aloof young redhead she had been working with could get so lost in her own sensations that she no longer seemed to know or care what was happening or who was doing it to her, as long as it didn't stop.
Pat wouldn't have believed it possible, but it was happening before her eyes. Mitzi was enjoying getting sandwiched-fucked by two men at the same time, one of them a man she had never even liked before!
To Mitzi, it was a kind of overwhelming masochistic joy, enhanced by the very helplessness of her position and the obscene lewdness of being screwed out of her senses like this by two men at once. She finally found a place to lock her ankles, in the crook of Ted's knees, and her hips began to jerk backwards to meet the upthrust into her impaled anus and then forward again to swallow Ted's cock whole as it plunged even deeper and harder up into her steaming wet pussy. Her body felt as though it would come apart at the seams, and a series of tiny pre-orgasms began rippling through her loins, even the narrow cock-stuffed passage of her rectum quivering excitedly in time with her clitoris.
"Ohhhh, ohhh, ahhh," she chanted rhythmically with each of the furious strokes into her cunt and up between her widespread ass-cheeks. Wilder and wilder they fucked her, while between them the passion-crazed redhead churned and twisted as though she had gone mad.
Then she moaned loudly and jerked her pelvis back and forth with machine-gun rapidity.
"Oh God! Ohhhhh. Keep it up! Fuck me harder! I'm cumming! Ohhhhh, God! Don't stop!" Mitzi sobbed out her orgasm that seemed to go on and on until she thought and hoped it would never stop! Her loins swung back and forth, around and around, searching out every ounce of the maddening sensation flooding her wildly heaving belly.
Dan Roper below her, sensed that the young red-haired bitch had lost all her reserve and inhibition, a total conquest that made him feel like a powerful king. And he lunged upward into her hotly clasping anus, imbedding his suddenly wildly jerking cock as far up as it would go, as the rush of his semen began streaming upward from the sanctity of his testicles.
"Innnnnnggggh! Here's some cum in your ass, baby," he grunted into her ear, savoring the way her buttocks were clenching into hard tightly milking little balls down against his grinding pelvis.
At the same moment, Ted Mason felt the hotly waiting sperm once more boiling up from his aching balls, and he doubled the speed of his long, hard strokes, fucking his exploding cock repeatedly up against Mitzi's still-quivering cervix. He could feel her cum-moistened pussy clasping and unclasping around his violently throbbing shaft. The ex-Green Beret pumped his virile sperm far up into her convulsing belly until finally he rammed his penis all the way in and held it there, vibrating like a trembling thick branch up inside her as she continued twisting her cunt around his lust-sensitized hardness.
Finally it was over, the softening cocks slipping wetly back out of Mitzi's two wide-stretched, cum-soaked openings. Ted rolled from her limp, satiated body and collapsed beside the other two spent forms on the bed. He heard a slight popping noise as Roper's thick shaft slipped from the tightness of the young wife's anus, looking through half-closed eyes at her swollen, upthrust breasts heaving as she gasped to regain her breath.
Pat, unbearably aroused by what she had just witnessed, was now leaning her face close to Mitzi's wide-open pussy. She could see Roper's deflated penis below the girl's softly rounded buttocks, and the pinkly glistening inner folds of Mitzi's vagina still palpitating as a thin stream of white semen seeped out between them. Pat herself was right on the verge of having another orgasm, and with a groan she touched her fingertips to her own hotly throbbing clitoris, sending herself into an ecstasy of lewd joy. As she ground her desire-drenched pussy around on her hand, the older woman suddenly dropped her head hungrily down between Mitzi's still-widespread legs, licking the precious, obscene liquid out of the girl's smooth cuntal furrow with her pinkly extended tongue.
After cumming with a force that made her knees weak, Pat fell beside the others on the bed, nobody willing or able to speak for what seemed an eternity.
"How'd you two like our little party?" Pat finally breathed, pleased with herself for having arranged it so well.
Abruptly, all of Mitzi's temporarily repressed feelings of shame and outrage came flooding back into her mind as she returned to her senses, taking notice for the first time of her lewd position on top of Roper. The other three said nothing, watching her with bemused eyes as the young wife struggled to get up from the bed, tears suddenly streaming down her cheeks.
Blinded by tears of humiliation, Mitzi ignored the condemning presence of her co-workers, hastily throwing on her clothes while they watched. At the moment the redhead never wanted to see any of them again. As the young wife hurried out the door she inadvertently caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of the trio lying exhausted on the huge double bed, and she gasped in horror and self-recrimination at what she had done. Then she was gone.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mitzi no longer could remember exactly what she had done last night after leaving the private club. She had never felt so alone and wounded before in her life. The young wife remembered having jumped into her car and driven blindly on the freeway going from one end of Los Angeles to the other, stopping occasionally at roadside bars for another conscience-killing drink. She knew she could not expect comfort of any kind from her husband, particularly after seeing him with another woman, and yet she felt she had to talk to someone, to explain how she had come to be acting the part of a three-dollar whore. But whom?
Mixed up with her feelings of self-disgust, the young redhead had to admit that she had somehow been more sexually satisfied by this degrading evening than she had ever been with her husband. This only added to her confusion, however, nearly driving her mad with shame and remorse at what she done.
Finally, waking up Sunday morning about dawn in the parking lot of a shopping center where she must have pulled in the night before, Mitzi decided there was only one thing to do.
She would have to leave.
It was impossible to think of staying with her husband Oscar, now, or of having to work every day for God knew how long with Dan Roper, not to mention Ted Mason or Pat Reynolds. Actually, she did not feel the same strength of repulsion toward the younger Ted, although at the moment she couldn't admit it, even to herself.
By the time Mitzi had driven home and started packing the clothes she would need-her husband hadn't even bothered to come home the night before-the distraught young redhead had reconciled herself to going to another city and trying to begin a new life.
It was when Mitzi was choosing which purses from her wardrobe to take with her that she realized with a shock that she had no money. She was paid only once every two weeks, and all that she had brought home a week ago had already been spent paying off the bills. There was a whole week, five more working days, before she could conceivably afford to take off on her own.
Nevertheless, she decided to put her suitcases in the trunk of her car, and tomorrow morning when she got to work she would ask a girl she knew if she could move in for the week. The redhead would have to put up with one more night with her husband, Oscar, but no more than that. There was not even the slightest impulse to tell him in advance that she was leaving. Let him find out when she didn't come home on Monday night.
Oscar finally returned shortly after twelve noon, looking tired, and obviously suffering from a bad hangover. Mitzi said nothing to him when he dragged in the front door, merely casting one glance filled with accusation in his direction. Her husband slept most of the afternoon, getting up a few times to take aspirin and drink tomato juice.
By night, he was in good enough condition to shower and shave, and then he went straight to the liquor cabinet in the living room and mixed himself a double Scotch. Mitzi had never known him to drink so much. Obviously he, too, was feeling the tension that had gradually built up between them over the past few months. They avoided getting into conversation over dinner, tacitly agreeing that they would only end up in an argument no matter what they started talking about.
That night, without any discussion at all, Oscar carried a pillow and blanket into the living room and slept on the couch. Mitzi lay alone on their wide double bed, suffering a few regrets that their one-year-long marriage had so suddenly deteriorated and was now ending up on the rocks. She had never thought that it would turn out like this for her and Oscar, but it had happened now and nothing they could do would ever change things. That much she knew instinctively. Once two people had hurt each other time and time again, the innumerable tiny wounds never really healed. The relationship would never be the same even if they were to kiss and make up.
Feeling a little sorry for herself, having no place to go and no one to go with her, Mitzi gently cried herself to sleep, her pretty young face turned dejectedly down into the damp pillow.
The next morning Mitzi and Oscar as usual prepared themselves for work and went their separate ways. With a slight twinge of regret, and an inexplicable feeling of pity for her unaware husband, the red-haired wife locked the door behind her for the last time, placing the keys in the mailbox and a short note asking Oscar not to bother trying to find out where she was staying. She didn't really believe he would take the trouble, but just in case, and out of an impulse to hurt him a little, she felt she had to leave some brief sign of farewell.
The day at work was one just like all other Monday mornings, except that Mitzi and Ted could not look at each other, treating each other like perfect strangers even after Dan Roper left them alone to install bathroom fixtures in a new apartment. Mitzi thought that Roper made a suggestive little smirk as he left, and the other members of the plumbing crew seemed to be studying her with a prurient curiosity. Roper was the kind of person who would like nothing better than to tell everyone he knew about his Saturday night conquest, and the young redhead cringed inwardly to think that by now her fellow workers had probably heard the whole story.
That evening, after Roper had first picked her and Ted up, then stopped for a second plumbing crew in another apartment nearby, Roper suddenly turned and called into the back of the panel truck where Mitzi was sitting with the others.
"Hey Mitzi," the coarse foreman called out her name. "I think this belongs to you."
The blood drained from Mitzi's face when she saw dangling from his extended forefinger her tattered white bikini panties that he had ripped from her on Saturday night. Mitzi gasped out loud and froze to her seat. The all-man work crew began chuckling then, waiting to see how she would react.
At that moment Ted happened to glance in the rearview mirror and saw what Roper held in his hand. He slammed on the brakes and pulled the panel truck off to the side of the asphalt canyon road, immediately turning off the engine. The strong young plumber grasped his boss' shirt by the collar in his left hand and with one forceful blow rammed his right fist into the startled foreman's face. Roper blinked his eyes in disbelief as if he couldn't understand. And then he felt the second blow hit his chin. The older man crumpled down into the seat, unconscious and limp.
In a flash Ted Mason was out of the front seat, and opening the back door of the truck and lifting Mitzi out onto the ground. The other plumbers sat there thunderstruck, their eyes filled with disbelief that the young man had punched the foreman in the nose and knocked him out.
"Come on, Mitzi," he growled angrily. "Let's leave these creeps before some of their bad smell rubs off on us," he told her, staring challengingly into the back of the truck.
When the two young plumbers had walked about a mile up the road, the plumbing truck passed them, going at a fast clip back toward town. Ted could see that Roper was conscious now, hunched up in the front seat holding a handkerchief to his nose.
"Well, that's that," he mused out loud.
"N-Now what will you do?" Mitzi asked in a voice still edged with embarrassment and tears. There was no doubt in her mind that Roper would fire Ted and perhaps herself, in addition to which he could conceivably have Ted arrested.
"I'm tired of this place anyway," Ted told her without looking in her direction. "I've been thinking of heading east to look for work, maybe Atlanta."
Mitzi's imagination flew into action. Why couldn't they go somewhere together? At least until they both found something to do, and a place to live.
"I-I packed my bags last night. They're in the trunk of my car. I-I've decided to leave my husband and go to another city myself," she offered, watching his reaction out of the corner of her eye. Especially after the way he had joined in with Roper in humiliating her, she had no reason to think that Ted would want her along. But he had stood up for her personal respect in the plumbing truck.
Ted did not reply for a long time, lost in his own thoughts.
"We could leave together," he finally suggested. He had thought things over after leaving the club Saturday night, and decided-hoped-that Mitzi had somehow been an innocent victim of Roper's deal with Pat.
"I-I'd like that," Mitzi told him, still not looking into his eyes.
Suddenly Ted stopped walking and turned to her.
"Listen, Mitzi," he said earnestly. "You probably don't have any more money than I do. How about one of us selling a car to give us something to go on? Chances are we won't see the money the company still owes us, at least not for a while. What do you say? His face was excited now, and he held her by the upper arms with both hands.
"That's a great idea, Ted," she replied finally, looking into his gentle brown eyes for the first time that day. They continued staring into each other's gaze for a long moment, and then they broke into a smile, pressing their bodies together tightly in a warm embrace.
"I'll bet old Roper didn't know what a big favor he was doing for us," he laughed. Then he turned Mitzi's face up to his and planted a moist, open-mouthed kiss on her lips. Their tongues lashed and probed together until they were both breathing heavily, giving them a brief preview of the pleasures they had in store together. Finally Ted reluctantly pulled his throbbing loins away from hers.
"Come on, Mitzi, let's hit the road," he cried out happily, and the two of them set out walking at a brisk pace up the road, occasionally laughing together as they remembered they were at the beginning of a totally new adventure.
CHAPTER NINE
It was not the sort of life that Mitzi would ever have envisioned for herself, but she never even thought about it. She lived every day just to enjoy herself, not even noticing that she had given up certain middle-class attitudes that had been part of her since she could remember. The young redhead glanced around the drab duplex apartment she and Ted had taken when first arriving in Atlanta only two weeks ago. At first, they had agreed they would take it only because it was cheap, a stop-gap until they had found work and had more money. Then they would see. It was conceivable that they might want to go their separate ways after living together awhile under the same roof. The apartment was in a rundown section of the city where a lot of so-called hippies lived, and was furnished with randomly collected pieces of cheap furniture so typical of the other duplexes she had seen nearby. A large square coffee table, badly scratched with cement cinder blocks substituted for broken legs, faced a worn leather couch which folded into a bed at night. An orange Japanese lantern hung over the table. There were two chairs in the room, with large cushions flung around in various corners.
Mitzi smiled to herself. They did almost everything in that one large room with windows looking out over a small fenced yard where sprawling Magnolia trees grew. They ate meals at the coffee table, sat on the couch when they were talking, or entertaining the few friends they had made. They even made love there, an act they both still looked forward to all day long. It was the easiest apartment to take care of she had ever lived in, and while her upbringing made it difficult for her to accept that she could live under such conditions, little by little she had come to like their simple world of few possessions.
What more could anybody want? she asked herself for the hundredth time. They had a serviceable kitchen, a bathroom, and a room which served at the same time as a dining room, a bed room, and a living room. They had found they no longer needed a car, and had sold hers shortly after arriving in Atlanta, for they had badly needed the money. It was fun riding the buses for a change.
Shortly after they arrived, some of the younger couples living in nearby duplex apartments-all owned by one landlord-found out that Ted had been a plumber at one time and had worked as an electrician and carpenter. Before long he was doing all kinds of work for the hippie-like superintendent. It was good for them to have somebody like Ted actually living in the neighborhood, and soon he was making plenty of money, working more or less as it suited him. Nobody else got up much before noon, so he could stay up late at night and work afternoons as he felt like it.
It wasn't long before they had both relaxed into a slow, calm existence which they found they both liked. Now it seemed to Mitzi that any other way was just plain silly. Never, these days, did she have the slightest inclination to get back into the conventional life she had left behind.
Then too, dealing with the relatively free young people they mingled with in their new life exposed them to a lot of new ideas that made sense in a strange sort of way. Whoever worried about the dishes being dirty washed them, whoever thought of eating, cooked.
But even more important to the young redhead was the total freedom in sex that the younger couples seemed to have. The first time it was brought to her attention, they had invited the people in the adjoining apartment over for some Mexican food Ted had brought home. He had naturally brought about twice as much as they would be able to eat, so they had thought of sharing it.
Bob and Sandra, the couple who came, were in their early twenties and had brought a few marijuana cigarettes with them, as was the custom among this segment of society. After refusing to smoke the drug at first, Mitzi saw how the others began to enjoy themselves, and since it did not seem to be having any bad effects on them, she joined in. She had been cautious at first, not knowing what to expect, but then she began to feel free and relaxed. Food tasted better than anything she had ever eaten before, and the colors in the cheap chenille bedspread she had thrown over the couch seemed to glow and shine before her very eyes.
Then, before she knew what was happening, they were all having a good time together dancing to the sounds of a phonograph the young couple had run to get from their apartment. Mitzi was a little uneasy when she later noticed the couple lying close together on the floor, kissing and fondling each other. But then after a few more drags on the marijuana cigarette, it didn't seem so embarrassing, and they had ended up making love while Mitzi and Ted danced and laughed together. There had been a time when such behavior would have shocked her slightly puritanical nature, but suddenly, making love seemed the most natural thing in the world. Before long after that, she and Ted, if they wanted to, could make love while other people were present, though they didn't make a practice of it.
Today, Mitzi busied herself as usual, first by doing some food shopping, then walking the neighborhood business area looking into the shop windows, and later in the afternoon she worked at her new hobby of sewing together unpolished leather into handbags and wallets. The redhead had been told that there were boutiques which would buy them from her, and she was trying to get several done to take around. About nine o'clock that night, Ted showed up, accompanied by a shy young couple whose wiring had blown out from all the strobe lights they had turned on the night before.
"Hey Mitzi, Ted greeted her in high spirits. "Guests for the night, Donna and Juan. I can't get their lights back on till tomorrow, and it's a drag in their apartment without them."
Mitzi said they were welcome, looking them over as they made themselves at home by pulling up two of the large cushions in the room. Donna was like so many other young girls Mitzi saw on the streets of downtown Atlanta. She couldn't have been more than eighteen years old, tall, with a slim but well-proportioned body. The teenage girl wore make-up, and her long blonde hair was brushed straight back, reaching almost down to her waist. The young girl's ripely rounded breasts jutted up enticingly into the material of her blue denim shirt, while the tight-fitting jeans she wore left nothing to the imagination about the shape of her long tapered legs, not to mention her widely flaring hips and narrow waist.
Like so many other girls of her type, Donna made no attempt to make herself glamorous or beautiful, but she was a naturally exciting female to look at, and very feminine in her own way.
"Have you been in Atlanta long?" Mitzi asked the young shapely blonde sitting down on the opposite side of the coffee table.
"About thirty-two hours," the teenage girl answered a little shyly.
Then the young man who was with her broke in.
"Donna didn't have a place to stay, that's how we got together. I saw her wandering the streets and figured she was new in town, so I invited her in," Juan said. He had a slight Spanish accent as he spoke, and now that Mitzi looked more closely, and saw his face had a definite foreign look to it.
"And she blew out your lights," Mitzi laughed lightly.
"Yeah, this chick wanted to see everything going at the same time-light show, strobes, record player, TV, you name it. It was the toaster that finished us, I think."
"Well, I really needed some peanut butter on toasted wheat bread," Donna excused herself. She turned to Mitzi again. "That's a real health food, peanut butter. Isn't it just great? I mean, I like peanut butter. It's not like seaweed or soybeans."
The older woman laughed along with the two men at the teenager's naive comments. The young blonde was obviously a sweet small town girl trying to join a big city living and the world of the hippies. Mitzi liked her, and wondered briefly if the girl had enough experience to take care of herself in the wild, free society she was about to become part of. Donna could really get her feelings hurt, or worse, if she were not well prepared for it.
"So you've moved in with Juan," Ted put in, running his eyes interestedly over the curvaceous young body stretched out opposite him on the floor.
Neither of the two younger people spoke for a moment, and there was an awkward silence. Finally Juan broke it.
"Well, actually, we're going to look for another place for Donna tomorrow."
"Oh, I see," said Mitzi, not really understanding. She looked questioningly at Donna.
"He-Juan says he never lets virgins sleep in his apartment," she explained in a low, embarrassed voice.
"It's just that I'm not going to take that kind of responsibility," Juan went on. "I mean, there are plenty of guys that like to be first, but you never know how it'll affect the girl." The young man talked as though he might have had some bad experiences of that sort, although he didn't look old enough to have been around that much.
"You mean you don't want a beautiful little doll like Donna?" Ted asked.
Mitzi couldn't help noticing the interested look on Ted's face at the mention of Donna's virginity. His eyes began to gleam with a kind of lewd sensuality that she had seen there only once before-when she saw him leaning over her naked body on top of Dan Roper's. It suddenly dawned on her that perhaps there was a side to Ted's character that she didn't really know very well.
"I do, man, I do. But she's got to move on, at least until she's a woman," Juan opened his hands palms upward as if to say that was all he could say.
"Well, maybe we can help you out," Ted said in an insinuating voice.
The silence that fell on the room was total. All three of the listeners were staring wide-eyed at Ted Mason, as if he had been speaking in a foreign language. Finally Juan broke the stillness.
"Come on, Donna. I think we've got to find another place to stay. Hell, we can use candles for one more night. I don't like the vibes here." He started to get to his feet, but Ted smiled disarmingly and pushed him back down with his hand on Juan's shoulder.
"Aw, come on, Juan. I was only kidding. Let's have a joint and relax. It was only a bad joke, honest."
Juan eyed him suspiciously for a long moment, finally heaving a deep breath and relaxing back down onto the floor.
"Okay, friend. But don't get any funny ideas. Okay?"
"Sure, sure. You can trust me. Isn't that right, Mitzi?" He glared at Mitzi as if daring her to disagree.
"I-I-yes, of course. Ted is really cool," she finally stammered, her expression clouded with doubt. "He just talks too much sometimes."
"Good, that's settled then," Ted said with an air of finality. "Now, dinner's on us. How about some Chinese food?"
"Hey, that sounds great," the teenage girl responded. She was really looking over the handsome ex-Green Beret in a surreptitious manner, as if deciding whether he would be acceptable to her for what now seemed a necessary step in her life. Now that she had left home and cut all ties behind her, she would have to fit in here or else. Donna had no other choice, and if it meant giving up her innocence, then she would do it. This wasn't the first time that a boy had sent her on her way because she was either inexperienced or would not give in to his advances.
When Ted got ready to leave to pick up the Chinese food from a take-out restaurant, Donna waited until he was out the door and then jumped up to run after him. She didn't think the other two would take the trouble to persuade her not to go along, and she was right.
Ted was a little surprised to see the well-built young blonde following him down the steps onto the sidewalk.
"I'm going with you," she told him happily, putting both hands around the thick muscles of his upper arm. "You're quite a man." Though Donna was smiling up at his handsome face in an attempted seductive smile, his answering leer made her feel cold inside. She was nervous, but she had to go through with it if she could-she had to. Juan couldn't throw her out then and she would have a pad, she thought to herself. That was the most important thing right now. Everybody on the streets had told her the same thing. Get a pad, they said, then dig the scene awhile. You'll find your own way of making it.
Walking beside her, the handsome ex-Green Beret felt his stomach tighten with excitement as he sensed the teenage girl's determination to have him be the first to fuck her. It promised to be an enjoyable evening if he could work it out.
As it turned out, both Juan and Mitzi were pretty well stoned on marijuana by the time Ted and the teenage blonde returned with the food. They were off in their own worlds, rapping together about truth and truthfulness on a philosophical level that wouldn't have been without the influence of the powerful drug.
Without losing a second, Ted dug out another rolled joint of the drug and began passing it around. He knew that if Mitzi got high enough she wouldn't notice anything that wasn't forced to her attention. Probably Juan would be the same. Besides, Ted remarked to himself as he took a long drag on the marijuana cigarette before passing it on to the teenage virgin, unless I'm blind, those two will soon be so wrapped up in each other that the roof could fall in and they wouldn't notice. He noted with satisfaction that Donna knew how to inhale the marijuana and hold it down. Then, to further occupy her darkhaired boyfriend, and Mitzi, he began to set out the dishes for the Chinese dinner. Soon everyone was busily trying each of the numerous tastes available to them, oohing and ahing over the euphoria the drug gave to their taste buds.
After putting a tape of some flamenco guitar music on the new cassette he had bought, Ted returned to the table sitting on the floor next to the blonde Donna. Mitzi's red hair was almost touching the black curls of Juan's head as they sat on the couch and talked earnestly to each other over the loud music.
"For your age, you've really got your head in the right place," Juan was telling Mitzi.
"I like to think things out, that's all," Mitzi replied, feeling hip and proud of herself. "And I'm not so old."
Ted spoke in a soft voice to the young pretty teenager sitting close to him.
"Were you serious out there in the hall? Do you want to make it?"
Donna sucked in her breath sharply, looking away from Ted's intent gaze, then finally decided all over again that it was something she would have to go through sooner or later. The slight giddiness caused by the marijuana enabled her to boldly answer him.
"If you want to, I'm willing," she told him, feeling her hands trembling with the force of her fear.
"Come on over here, then," the handsome ex-plumber whispered to her. The other two didn't seem to notice as he led Donna over to a darkened area near the window. He kicked three or four huge pillows together in a row and urged the young girl to sit down next to him.
As soon as she leaned back against his arm resting on the windowsill, Ted pulled her to him and pressed his mouth warmly down over hers. Gradually, he felt her stiffness relax and he pressed her fully rounded breasts tightly against his muscular chest, as the innocent blonde reluctantly let his serpent-like tongue slip wetly into her mouth.
Little by little Ted felt the girl responding to his open-mouthed kisses, and his hands began roaming freely over the contours of her firm young body. He held her close to him while he leaned her gently back onto the pillows and continued his soothing caresses. He lay groaning on top of her young virgin body until her tongue had begun responding by lashing wetly up into his mouth, and then he decided the time had come. Gently, because the experienced lover knew the girl was young and still a virgin, Ted began to undo her clothing. However, the shy young girl did not resist when the older man began unbuttoning her jeans. They were so tight-fitting that Ted had difficulty slipping them down over her full hips, but soon they were off and the captivating young blonde lay there with her long supple legs completely naked, her flimsy white panties barely covering the fullness of her pubic mound.
Ted toyed with the idea of fucking her first without bothering to take off her shirt to reveal her lush, heaving breasts, but he was looking forward to enjoying her young, fresh body too much to give up any part of it. Hurriedly, before she could change her mind, Ted unbuttoned the denim shirt and tossed it aside when she lifted herself up to help him remove it. Now he was moving fast. In a split-second, it seemed, he had undone the clasp of her brassiere to reveal the high-set gaze, and then he had slipped her panties down over the smooth roundness of her gently flaring hips and thighs. His throbbing hard penis was jerking wildly as he quickly undressed himself, staring down at the narrow virginal slit of her tiny, sparsely-haired pussy.
The shy and innocent girl gasped and held her breath for a long moment when she saw the hugeness of Ted's long, hard cock. But Donna was determined to make herself eligible to live with Juan, so she shut her eyes and waited as she felt Ted place his hands on either side of her body and lower himself down over her vulnerable nakedness. There was a soft velvety nudge up between her trembling thighs when he lodged his desire-heated thickness in place between the tight hair-lined lips of her cunt, and she spread her curvaceous white legs farther apart to get more comfortable.
Then there was an increase in the pressure and the young girl thought she was being torn by the huge rod of lust-engorged male flesh he was trying to shove up into her belly.
Above the nervous but nevertheless willing blonde, Ted was looking down between her ripe, upthrusting breasts at his blunt cock slowly disappearing up into the moist softness of her excruciatingly tight pussy, and he sensed before it happened that she would flinch away from him. It was a useless attempt. He was ready for it and followed her fearfully retreating young cuntal mouth, clenching his buttocks tightly together as he pushed forward with all his strength into the rubbery resisting opening up between her thighs.
Suddenly nothing else mattered but ramming his blood-hardened cock into that tantalizing young virgin flesh. He no longer cared that Mitzi and Juan were within sight and hearing distance of what was going on. Gritting his teeth from the tightly constricting pressure of the young teenaged girl's cunt around his lust-swollen penis, Ted drove relentlessly forward burying it all the way up in her quaking cunt.
"Aggggh! It hurts!" the teenager gasped in pained astonishment. The innocent girl was wriggling beneath him, helpless to free herself from the pain, kicking her long legs out wide in the air, but only making her position worse. "Noo, nooooo!" came the further cry of protest as his rock-hard cock plunged deeper and deeper into her tightly yielding pussy. At last his pelvis smashed hard into hers, as he reached the end, his rigid fleshy column imbedded all the way up inside her quivering belly, the warm wet walls of her cunt squeezed tightly around it.
"Jesus, baby, your cunt's so sweet and tight. I can't wait to start fucking it!" Ted groaned. And he didn't stop-couldn't stop-not even to give her a chance to adjust to his sudden presence deep up inside her to her womb. With a need that defied all conscious control, he just began to fuck her, stroking in and out between her trembling white belly, flooding her with the seed of his lust.
Finally the wet explosion was over, and Ted's slowly deflating cock began slipping back out of the girl named Donna's newly-stretched young vagina, coated with the mositure of his orgasm. Slowly he got up from her limp figure, ignoring her low moaning sounds. He had what he wanted, and he hurriedly put his clothes back on, pleasantly surprised that Mitzi and Juan had not come running at the girl's cries of anguish. He wouldn't have liked being interrupted. But the music was still going strong, possibly loud enough to have covered the noises they had made next to the window. Buttoning his shirt, Ted looked once more down at the softly sobbing virgin he had just deflowered and chuckled to himself. You'll get to enjoy it kid, he thought, and then you'll be glad for this. He leaned down and gave her a tender kiss, and then went over to join the others.
As it turned out, Mitzi and Juan were too engrossed in their drug-deepened conversation to notice Ted's presence when he sat down back at the big low table. Finally he broke in during a short pause.
"Donna might want to talk to you for a minute, Juan," the older man said. "She's over there by the window."
Staring at Ted with a worried look on his face, but not saying a word, the dark-haired boy got up slowly from his position on the couch near Mitzi and headed for the area by the window.
"What's going on?" Mitzi asked with curiosity, following Juan with her eyes.
"Virginity will never be her problem again," Ted told her with a pleased little grin.
"My God, is that what you were doing?"
Mitzi cried out in a first reaction of jealous anger. She flew from her place on the couch and ran toward the window.
The voluptuous teenage girl was stirring restlessly as Juan knelt beside her naked form with concern on his face. Her blue eyes fluttered open as she fought to regain control of her crying, and she smiled warmly up at her new male friend. His eyes flickered over her naked body, leaving no room for doubt in his mind about what had happened.
"I-I think you can let me live with you in your pad now," Donna told him in a quavering voice. She had made the ultimate sacrifice for him.
"You mean that bastard fucked you?" he said incredulously. Juan was torn between being furious with Ted Mason and thanking him for making this enticing young girl available to him; he had long ago vowed never to take advantage himself of teenage girls, but he had no qualms about taking in one who already had even the smallest background of experience.
"Here, get dressed," he told her gently, gathering up her clothes. "Let's get out of here. This guy's got no soul," he said. Secretly he was grateful to Ted, but he didn't want to show his feelings right now.
"You poor thing," Mitzi put in, helping the girl fix herself up. "Ted, how could you have been such a brute...." She let her voice trail off.
"Cut the crap, will you?" Ted said from across the room. "She got what she wanted, didn't she?" He now felt no remorse at all for what he had done. In fact, he told himself, he felt good. It had been a long time since he had been the first man for a girl, and he was surprised at the pleasant feeling of satisfaction it gave him.
"Anyway," Juan put in, a slight edge to his voice, "it's too late to do anything now. Remind me next time not to call a plumber or an electrician. Let's go, Donna."
It was obvious to Mitzi as the young couple left that she would never see them again. She was stunned and unhappy, because she had really enjoyed talking with Juan, not to mention the fact that she had found him sexually appealing. Even in her new way of life, she had not yet gotten to the point where she could do as Ted did and make out with everyone she met, but more and more she was coming to like the idea. Juan was the first young man she had met since she and Ted had been in Atlanta who appealed to her enough for her to get involved and open her legs for.
"Don't worry," Ted told her, reading her thoughts. "They'll be back. That's part of the deal."
The young redhead runaway wife looked at him in surprise, suddenly beginning to get the picture.
"You mean, you and Juan cooked this up? You and he planned all along for it to turn out this way? How cold and unfeeling can you get?"
"Well, we didn't exactly work it out in advance, but when I saw what their problem was, I made up my mind to fix 'em up. Not that it was any great chore," he chuckled.
"Then how do you know they'll be back? Juan didn't look too happy to me."
"Aw, that was only part of an act. Though it wasn't said in so many words, he understood that if I got the chance it would happen. Anyway, it seems to me that you two were getting pretty chummy over there on the couch. Sooner or later, he'll get to thinking about throwing it to you, and believe me, he'll be back. If for no other reason, because he might believe he owes me one after I fucked Donna." Ted moved closer to the curvaceous young woman he had been living with since they left Los Angeles.
"Now tell me the truth, you'd kind of like getting your hands on Juan, wouldn't you?" Pulling her close to him, he leaned down and planted a soft wet kiss on the side of her neck, his right hand caressing her breast.
"Mmmmm, it wouldn't be bad, I guess," Mitzi told him in a husky voice, feeling desire smoldering down in her loins. She tried to picture Juan's naked penis while she let her hands run down over Ted's buttocks and then around to the slight bulge in the front of his trousers. She could feel his penis slowly coming to life under her lightly stroking fingers, surprised that so soon after what had happened with Donna the two of them could be getting interested in each other.
"He's quite a stud, if you can believe his stories," Ted went on, pulling the redhead with him down onto the couch. "And since you don't like sex too much, it might do you good to have some new cock now and then." He was laughing at her softly as he stroked his extended middle finger up and down between her moistening cuntal lips through the thin, silky material of her panties.
The last thing you could say about Mitzi is that she's frigid, he told himself happily.
"Oh, is that so?" Mitzi countered. "I haven't heard any complaints before now." As if to prove her point she deftly unzipped his fly and searched with her fingers inside his shorts until his thickly engorged cock came free, protruding obscenely from the opening of his trousers. Almost reverently she stroked the loose outer skin up and down over the blunt, bulbous tip.
"Ohh, baby, you know what I like," Ted moaned, at the same time slipping his hand farther up under her skirt, running his fingertips along the nakedly trembling flesh of her belly and then down into her skimpy bikini panties until he came again to the warm wet hair-lined split of her pussy. They were lying side by side now, their mouths pressed wetly together as they fondled each other's naked genitals.
Suddenly Mitzi pulled her mouth away from his, pushing him down with her left hand on his shoulder until he lay flat on his back on the couch. Then she twisted herself around till she lay with her shapely legs close to his head and her panty-clad pussy was ready and willing to receive his fingers again. Looking down at the rigidly pulsing cock she held in her right hand, Mitzi pointed it straight up at the ceiling as she bent her head down over him.
"I'll show you whether I like sex or not," she threatened him in mock-anger. With that, she placed the moist softness of her lips boldly around his throbbing hot glans, lightly running the tip of her tongue along the semen-seeping slit at the end. Since being forced to suck Roper's penis that humiliating Saturday night which now seemed so long ago, this was the first time the young redhead had really wanted to do it again, even though Ted had occasionally asked her. But now she had learned to love the hard thickness he had fucked her with so many times in the last few weeks, and she could understand how it would be possible to enjoy sucking her lover's cock.
"Oh, yes, baby, suck it good," she heard Ted groan above her, as he slithered his fingers under the narrow lace crotchband of her panties and ran them tantalizingly back and forth across the flowering wet ring of her pussy mouth. Gradually she felt him slip his extended middle finger up into the small quivering opening, sending little shivers of lewd desire coursing up and down her spine.
Lifting her mouth away from his still-swelling cock for a moment, she told him, "Let me turn upside down on top of you, honey. I want you to lick me while I suck your cock."
Without a second's hesitation, his hands were helping her remove the cotton print blouse and short skirt she was wearing, and he peeled her panties from her firmly rounded ass-cheeks as she turned upside down over him, placed her knees on either side of his head and moved her already warmly pulsating young vagina closer to his face. Then he was looking up at her moist pink cuntal mouth palpitating only inches away from his eyes, undulating slightly as if impatient to feel his tongue swirling maddeningly up inside her hotly demanding pussy. Once again he felt her full red lips close tightly around the head of his excitedly throbbing cock, and with a groan he wormed his long pointed tongue deep up into the wet inner walls, grasping her round, resilient buttocks in his fingers to pull her down closer to his questing mouth.
"Mmmmmmmm, ggggggooooodddd," she mumbled around his rigid shaft of flesh. Her moist, warm mouth was moving up and down over his pulsating hardness in a slow, magical rhythm that caused a dull, pleasant ache in his again sperm-weighted balls. As she hovered over him on her elbows and knees, she dug her hands inside his pants and eased his sperm-swollen testicles outside the open fly, tickling her fingernails teasingly over the tangles of dark brown pubic hair, and sending hot flashes of sensual urgency racing through his loins. Her mouth was pushed down all the way over his bursting rod of flesh, enclosing his throbbing hardness in a moist, warm pressure of love. Her lips tightened like an elastic band around it and he could feel the slightly abrasive softness of her wet tongue swirling maddeningly around the sensitive glans of his cock.
"Christ, that's good," he groaned up into the flowering warmth of her desire-moistened cunt. Slowly he began pumping his cock up into her widely ovaled mouth while she gently massaged his aching testicles and stroked the base of his hard, expanded penis between her thumb and forefinger. His tongue felt her clitoris quivering up into full erection, and she began rocking back and forth over him, moaning around the delicious thickness buried between her hungering lips.
Mitzi felt herself getting more excited than she had felt in a long time, and with surprise it dawned on her that it was not only the pleasant pressure of his tongue on her throbbing clitoris-it was also the thought of Juan, maybe soon fucking his virile young hardness up into her open cunt, that incited her lust. Fucking her mouth up and down on Ted's thick cock in total abandon now, licking her fluid tongue furiously around and around its blood-engorged girth, taking his entire swollen penis all the way into the back of her throat, Mitzi concentrated her thoughts on the young boy she'd just met and what he would look like hovering over her to plunge his shaft deep up between her waiting, widespread legs. The picture was so clear in her mind that it nearly drove her wild and she began gyrating her loins wildly over Ted's madly thrusting tongue.
In Ted's testicles, huge pools of liquid heat were building up fast as he felt the young red-haired wife working and slaving over his nearly exploding cock. Little rivulets of perspiration rolled down the inside of her thighs as she swayed and rocked over his obscenely laving mouth, and then suddenly she was cumming.
As if possessed by a demon, her ass-cheeks jerked and trembled in his passion-crazed grasp, her swollen little clitoris grinding hotly back and forth over his extended tongue, while her naked belly rippled with the force of her climax. Great warm gushes of her fragrant cuntal fluids seeped out into his openly working mouth and her smooth inner thighs closed spasmodically around his ears. The moment for Ted was here now too, and a low guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the white-hot sperm begin its mad dash up from his balls to spurt in thin, hot streams into the sanctity of his red-haired lover's endlessly sucking mouth.
The sensuous young wife continued swallowing voraciously as her lover emptied his reservoir of thick pungent semen deep up into the tight wet warmth of her insanely moaning throat. The ravishing redhead seemed starved for his cum, and while his spent cock deflated slowly in her mouth she continued sucking greedily, drawing every precious drop of the thick, warm sperm from his poignantly aching balls.
Finally Ted had nothing more to give. Mitzi let his softness slip wetly from her still warmly clinging lips as she rolled off to one side, exhausted from her own orgasm and the effort she had expended over her lover's lust-quenching cock.
Never had she dreamed that she could become so free and easy in her lifetime, even willingly enjoying sucking a man's penis. That was something that only the boldest girls sometimes whispered about in the locker room of the gym when she was in high school, and they had been considered nothing better than teenage whores. It just depends on how you look at it. Mitzi smiled to herself, heaving a deep sigh of satisfaction. Glancing from her prone position up into Ted's eyes, she met him looking down at her.
They watched a movie on TV. It was about two couples that went to Vegas together, and did a swap trip. It was called Ted and Alice and two other names she couldn't remember, but she needled Ted all the way through it about his name counterpart.
"Same name, but he's handsomer than you," she laughed.
"Handsomer, slimandomer. Bet he can't turn a gal on like I can, hmm?"
"I dunno. He looks pretty wild to me. Why don't you give me another demonstration? I think I need more evidence before I decide."
"More, woman?"
"More, man."
And so he gave her more. And more. Until she was convinced that she would never have that lonely feeling in the pit of her tummy again.
MITZI WANTS MORE
Rolling over on top of Mitzi's nearly naked form writhing wildly beneath him, Ted ignored her half-coherent protests and reached for her clenching and unclenching buttocks with both hands ... slipping her panties away from the tender swell of her hips and thighs ... pressing his hotly throbbing pole of flesh up the narrow valley of her churning loins ... feeling the heat of her pussy as she reached up for the lewdly probing tip of his rigid cock shaft.
Mitzi didn't protest any more-like she had done before-in fact she wanted more, more, more!
