Today, it's not unusual to find women taking jobs as telephone linemen, automobile mechanics, and occasionally, you might see a young woman driving a truck.
In previous ail-male professions the presence of a woman can be disturbing, but more often than not, many adjustment difficulties appear retrospectively as humorous.
In The Female Trucker, Cindy Taylor, an attractive redhead, gets a job driving for her father's trucking firm. At first she's a little on edge about taking the job, but as the novel proceeds, we see her come to enjoy her newfound profession; she discovers a totally different world which shocks her, and, ultimately changes her.
We, the publishers, enjoy this novel because of its power to capture the upbeat rhythm of the truck driver's life, however, Cindy Taylor is not merely a vehicle for illustrating a sociological point about1 women in so-called "male professions." She's a real human, being whose innocence and naivete charms us, .We would like to dedicate this novel to all those "gals of the road," who may have gone through experiences similar to young Cindy's, and especially to those truck-driving men whose patience and good humor has made the author's task of researching this book possible.
The Publishers
Chapter One
The fifty-five foot long Mack rumbled across the bridge connecting the causeway from Alabama to Mississippi, skirting a pylon as the driver shifted down anticipating a low rise in the highway ahead. Here on to New Orleans it was all super-thruway, much of it smooth concrete poured after the hurricane that ravaged the Gulf coast in '69.
Cindy Taylor lit a cigarette from the dashboard lighter, and relaxed for a moment in the driver's seat. Wind from the open truck window blew through her auburn-colored hair, flickering it in bright little flames over the plastic seat cover behind.
Although she'd been driving- for her father's trucking firm only one month now, she handled her rig like a professional, usually doing the limit and a little bit more, shifting up and down through sixteen gears, pushing a rig that weighed seventy-two thousand pounds ... She drove with one hand on the steering wheel and one on the stick, double clutching as she went, mashing the accelerator down on the floor, her ripely swelling breasts jiggling as the big Mack shuddered and swayed with its heavy, Thermo King refrigerated load.
Cindy had been driving trucks since she was fourteen, but this summer was the first time she'd taken on long hauls for J.B. Taylor & Company, her father's transport firm that shipped Georgia produce up and down the coast from New York to Texas. The curvaceous redhead had taken the summer's job on a bet with her father, who'd sensed his energetic daughter needed to get the wanderlust out of her system before she continued college at Georgia State.
"I wager you'll last about two weeks on the road," the gray-haired man had, laughed with amusement when young Cindy decided to take the job. "It's a goddamn man's world, Cindy. Ten years ago I'd say no self-respecting young woman could get past Marietta without being hooted onto the berm if she was seen driving a rig ... But times do change. I hear tell they got young ladies working as linemen for the Bell Telephone Company, so it ain't too far-fetched for a girl to try her hand at trucking."
If it hadn't been for the twinkle in his eye, Cindy would have thought her father was seriously considering letting her drive on a permanent basis for the company .. . but she knew he didn't expect the job to last. The first few weeks were hard; she'd had to put up with the jeers and obnoxious stares from other truckers - Floogles and Scraggs, her father called them - she'd meet in truck stops who weren't accustomed to sexy female competition on the road.
But word gets around fast in trucking circles, and it wasn't long before the regulars on the Atlanta to Houston route began to recognize the pretty redhead as an accomplished driver. She still felt somewhat uncomfortable when she pulled into any one of the truck stops along the road . . . even though the other truckers respected her driving ability, they still hadn't gotten used to her startling good-looks.
Cindy Taylor was more than just normally attractive and more than a little aware of the licentious effect her curvy young body had on others. She had turned twenty last spring, but didn't look a day other than nineteen. Her long straight roan-red hair fell softly over her shoulders, bringing your eye down to her proud young breasts which strained against the demure summer sweaters she wore. She donned jeans while on the road, as they were comfortable for the long hauls from Atlanta to Houston, and so the general impression she'd make was one of enticing but unpretentious beauty - unmarred by frills, but enlivened by a natural sensuality.
Her facial features were marble-carved from pale only slightly freckled skin - the translucent lustre of her skin offsetting her bright, flame-colored hair. And her eyes were amethyst, changing color as the light and her shifting mood reflected on them, from a deep aquamarine blue to pale agate ...
Now Cindy was smiling, her sensuous lips parted, then closing as she geared down and checked the rear-view mirror before changing into the right lane. Three miles ahead was the truck-stop service center she usually stopped at between Mobile and New Orleans. Tall royal palms lined the highway, beyond which she could see occasional antebellum mansions, their colonnaded porches peeking through streaming Spanish moss. Jefferson Davis's residence was somewhere along this stretch of highway - she wasn't quite sure where.
But her mind wasn't dwelling much on historical monuments, nor was she concerned with the load of refrigerated Georgia peaches stacked high in the trailer of her rig. Jack Bowman was meeting her at Eaton's truck stop.
She'd seen the tall, handsome truck driver before she'd left Atlanta the day before, and he'd suggested they see each other at Eaton's - which was a halfway point on his route between Pensacola and New Orleans.
Ever since she was a girl of fifteen, Cindy'd had a crush on Jack. During the winters he taught school in Atlanta, and summers he'd supplement his income by driving a rig for her father's firm. However, it wasn't until this June that the pretty college sophomore had realized the blond man in his late twenties reciprocated her feeling toward him.
Now, she felt a tingle of excitement dart up and down her spine when she thought about meeting him here, away from the watchful eyes of her father; J.B. Taylor had sensed something between her and Jack and had made it known to Bowman that he expected him to act like a gentleman to his daughter. J.B. was crusty in his ways, but, Cindy reflected, he had shown a surprising streak of liberalism - or perhaps he was merely a realist - when it came to letting Cindy try her hand at being "a gal of the road."
Although nothing had been said openly about it, the curvaceous redhead was aware that her father thought she and Jack would make a good match. Jack Bowman was not only handsome and personable, but he was college educated, and had a "respectable" job teaching high school. This meant a lot to J.B. Taylor, who had struggled tooth and nail to set up his trucking business, coming a far piece from his redneck roots on a dirt farm in southern Georgia.
Cindy switched on the left-hand turn signal, and slowed the rig as the neon truck stop sign came into view: EATON'S - GOOD EATS FOR AN EASY RIDE. The eight foot wide Mack squeezed in between two Kennilworth's at the service section of the lot, and a moment later, she was darting out of the cab and across the hot asphalt to the air-conditioned diner.
Jack was sitting at a back table and stood up when he saw the well-endowed redhead come in the front door. Faces turned to watch Cindy Taylor smile and move with a smooth ball-bearing motion of her buttocks between the counter and red-and-white checkered tables to where Bowman Was standing.
"They're still not used to seeing someone as pretty as you in a place like this," he sat down as she scooted into the booth across from him.
"You look nice . .. You're wearing a new shirt," she felt her voice catch in her throat.
"J.C. Penny's," he laughed.
"Still, it's a nice blue shirt," she said. .
The truckers at the counter hunched back over their coffee. Cindy looked from the wall decorated with miniature trucks - identified by company colors - to her boyfriend. She was going to tell him how much she'd missed him during the past two days, but then she knew she shouldn't. Let him say it, she cautioned herself. / know he's thinking the same thing.
The dishwater blonde waitress set down two cups of coffee in front of Cindy and Jack, then disappeared through the swinging doors into the kitchen again.
"I thought your old man would have a fit when I told him I wanted to drive the Pensacola to New Orleans route," he poured two spoonfuls of sugar into his hot coffee.
"I ... I didn't think he really cared," she said, letting her fingertips touch his across the table.
"I'm sure he knows what we're up to," Bowman said.
"We're not up to anything."
"Says who?"
"I mean, we've hardly had a chance to see each other. Looking at things objectively, we're still just good friends."
"That's what I don't like about it, Cindy," he said. "It's a damned nuiscance, having to meet you in joints like this."
She didn't draw away her hand when he reached out and held it in his own. His fingers felt nice, caressing her wrist... It was just a gentle touch, nothing spectacular, she thought, but the way she felt about him it meant everything in the world. "I don't have to be in New Orleans till tomorrow . . . We could spend the afternoon on the beach. It's been so rainy in Atlanta, I could do with a little sun."
He laughed, "I'm the one who's supposed to suggest that."
"That's the conventional way," she smiled.
"And you're a very ^conventional girl ..." he noticed she wasn't having any of her coffee. "A truck driving girl... with a mind of her own."
"Don't go jumping to rash conclusions," she said.
"I know everything about you, Cindy . .. well, almost everything."
"Tor example?" she blushed uncontrollably.
"For example, you're not a virgin."
"Please," she looked up at the men seated at the counter. "They'll hear you."
"You were sixteen ... it was after the junior prom ... and it happened so fast that you didn't have time to know what was going on!"
"You're almost right, but not completely," for the first time in her life she didn't feel embarrassed talking to a man about such intimate things. "I was a freshman in college and it happened in the backseat of Jimmy Turner's old Chevrolet."
"You remember the kind of car," he smiled. "But what about the way he made love to you?"
"It was nothing," she said.
"Look, let's get out of here. I got my swimsuit in the truck," he frowned at the bill and put two quarters down on the red-and-white table cloth.
A few minutes later they had changed into their bathing suits and were walking down on the beach, where the sand was firm, Cindy carrying a beach towel and portable radio and Jack with the beer. They found a spot that was secluded by some dock pilings - all that remained of a pier which had been destroyed in the hurricane of '69.
The curvaceous redhead spread out the large blanket-sized towel on the sand. Jack pop-topped two beers and snuggled down beside her.
"For some reason, I didn't think you'd show up this afternoon," he handed Cindy her Schlitz.
She sipped from the can. The beer foam made a frothy white mustache on her upper lip.
"That's strange. I had the same thought. It's reassuring to know we're both dependable."
He laughed and crinkled his eyes. "You can depend on me, Cindy."
Her eyes fell on his broad muscular chest with thatched light blond hair. She'd often wondered what he'd look like without any clothes on. His blue swimsuit barely concealed the curve of his penis that rested to one side, against his thigh. "Yes, I know that," she said softly. "I never for a moment thought I couldn't."
"Do you trust me enough ... to make love to me?"
"If I didn't make love to you, it wouldn't be because I didn't want to," she said.
"That's a mind-twister," he laughed, quickly finishing his beer and opening another.
"I meant it that way ... I mean, I'm still not sure about a lot of things," she looked past him to the hazy-blue Gulf. From the angle of the sun on the water it must have been around six in the evening.
"Like what? What are you uptight about?" he drew her close to him, one of his arms pushing beneath her shoulder, and his hand touching the beginning swell of her breast.
"It has nothing to do with you," she demured.
Cindy could feel his fingertips massaging the underside of her bikini-clad breast. .. she began to pull up, but his other hand held her down by the shoulder. A wild racing sensation coursed down her spine as she sensed his eyes feasting on her succulent body . . . maybe the skimpy ripened breasts were barely concealed by the wispy top. Looking down, she suddenly felt embarrassed at the way her panties only narrowly contained the enticing mound of her pussy.
"You know, we could . .. well, it wouldn't do any harm to start things right here," he continued fondling the lush resiliency of her breast through the restraining bikini halter.
"Are you out of your mind? Here in broad daylight!"
"Look around. Do you see anybody?"
Jack was right: They were sheltered from the streets by the broken remnants of the wharf. The dock pilings spanned out to their left going a few yards into the water. They were in a kind of grotto, with only the Gulf coast sun looking on, and a few sailboats bobbing outside the breakwater, their masts spearing into the liquid-blue sky like thin, erect penises.
"I suppose you're right," she relented.
He brushed his face into her tousled red hair that fell softly past her shoulder blades, and looked down at her curving legs - firm and sun-bronzed - tapered with absolute perfection to shapely calves and delicate ankles. He couldn't count the times he'd wanted to be cradled by those soft feminine thighs . .. couldn't remember how often he'd have given anything to shove his throbbingly demanding cock deep up into her tight little cunt.
Turning to her, he pulled her scantily covered young body close into his arms. His hungry mouth crushed against hers as his tongue shot splurgingly between her parting lips into her moist, warm mouth to search and taste. Obligingly, she nibbled and sucked on his thrusting tongue. They'd kissed before . .. somehow Cindy felt safe doing this.
His hand fell on hers, guiding it down his..taut flat stomach to the waist of his swimsuit. Cindy's fingers touched tentatively at the elastic band, tried to draw away, but Bowman held it there.
"Do you want to touch my cock?"
"Uh.. . I'm afraid," the anxious tone betrayed her.
He thrust her fingers just below the top of his almost skin-tight trunks. She could feel the few hairs on his belly bristling softly on her palm. God! she wanted to . . . but she just couldn't! Abruptly, she felt something warm and hard throbbing against the ridges of her fingers.
"Go ahead, for Pete's sakes," he said impatiently.
After a moment's hesitation, the pretty redhead snaked her hand inside the waistband of his swimsuit to grip the heatedly pulsing shaft. Her stroking fingers played along his massively hardened cock until it stood up long and hard in her hand.
"Uuuuhhh, wow . . . keep touching my prick," the young bachelor thrilled at her clasping touch, his lust-thickened penis lurching involuntarily in her encircling hand. They were sitting up on the beach towel, and Jack adjusted his position so that he was facing her. His hands reached down her back, playing against the delicate ridge of her spine. When he had lowered them to the base of her spine, his hands eased down inside the small bikini panties, to caress her firmly fleshed buttocks, feeling them warm and vibrant in his hands. Involuntarily, she drew up so that he could cup his hands just above the elastic panty crotch band.
"God... I want to make love to you, but.. . "
"You're thinking about the old man," he said.
"Well, yes. And I'm also wondering what you'll think of me, if I do what you want."
"You want it, too," he grinned lewdly.
"Don't say it that way," she said. "You make sex seem so ... impersonal, so functional!"
Goddamn! he thought. Now she's turning cool.. . Women! I'll be damned if I understand them!
He tried to hide an angry grimace as she pulled her hand out of his swimsuit and rested back so his hands slipped from inside her panties. They still sat facing each other, the large melony orbs of her breasts scant inches away from his chest. "Sex is functional," he said. "Just like a beautifully designed automobile . .. but that doesn't make it any less fun."
"I suppose ... well, I have thought about making you happy, but then I catch myself," she said. "Inside, I'm very puritanical."
"That's your problem," he said.
"Right," she laughed nervously.
"It's your goddamn Southern upbringing," he said.
"Don't make fun. I never say things like that to you," she started to turn away, when he pulled her back to him. "Jack? What if I made you feel as ridiculous as you're making me feel . .. How would you like it?"
"Try it," he laughed.
"I don't know where to start," she admitted.
"Let's see those tits," he reached around behind and unfastened the hooks on her bikini's brassiere so fast she hadn't time to react. The flimsy cloth came off in his hands to release her voluptuously full breasts, the valley between them cloven deep. Damn! She was such a mouth-watering delicacy. In the next instant, he had dropped his mouth to a spike-out nipple. His lips engulfed it to suck and nibble, while his hand cupped its throbbing twin, his strong fingers digging passionately into the resilient flesh. She moaned softly as he pressed closer to her. He'd hated forcing things - as much as he liked Cindy - but he'd known instinctively that she had felt a need for him to dominate her.
The both fell over onto their sides at once, her hips unconsciously undulating in tiny circles against his aching penis trapped inside his swimsuit between their bellies.
Cindy Taylor felt a telling weakness in her knees which signaled her building arousal. She remembered when he'd first kissed her in the storeroom at her father's trucking firm - it was the same feeling, but more intense, much less controllable.
Without pulling away from her, he reached behind him and placed a folded towel he'd brought along beside her buttocks.
"What's that for?" she said.
"Later," he snapped back at her.
"Oh."
"I'll put it under your ass . . . it's like the seat cushion in the cab of your truck," he laughed lewdly. "Makes the ride a helluva lot smoother."
"God, you're dirty-minded," she smiled at him.
"For God's sakes, Cindy . . . you know how long I've been waiting for fuck you?"
"How long?" she said, feeling narcissistically excited at the way he looked down at the lush roundness of her breasts.
"You were fifteen ... I saw you for the first time in your dad's office. Those tight goddamn shorts you wore during the summers used to drive me up the wall!"
"I just wanted ..." her statement was cut off in mid-utterance as his hand clamped over her thigh.
"Oh. .. God, I love your hand on my panties," she couldn't help saying as she looked down at the truck driver's hand caressing just at the edges of her skimpy bikini panties. She moaned as he made contact with the tight elastic crotch band up between her legs, his fingers rubbing the moistly throbbing lips of her vagina through the soft cotton. Shuddering at the warm touch, her trembling thighs jerked farther apart. Her legs wanted to spread wide, her hot little pussy wanting his- worming finger far up inside her belly.
"Let me finger-fuck you," the blond-haired bachelor said in a disarmingly soft tone.
She shivered as his extended middle finger slipped into the tight elastic leg band at the top of her thigh. Then another finger was inserted and they thrust probingly at her sparsely haired cuntal lips, sending a jolt of wild excitement rippling upward through her belly.
"Oh, Jack, it's so good . . . don't stop . .. Please!" she gave a helpless moan as the words flowed from her mouth without volition.
Bowman gazed lustfully down at her parted thighs, and saw the escaping pussy hairs spilling out from the leg band in teasing auburn wisps. He could see his own hand beneath the white fabric, fondling her moist vaginal lips, could feel her pussy's intimate warmth hungering for him to touch the wetly erect little bud of her clitoris!
Jack moved his extended middle finger closer to her hot little pussy opening, and said, "Pull down my trunks. I want you to do it, and then hold my cock."
Immediately she gripped one hand at the waist band of his swimsuit and jerked down the trunks to his thighs. Then he kicked them off into the sand. The young redhead's eyes widened as they took in his pulsing erection spearing out excitedly from the blond pubic hair covering his loins.
"Now put your hand around it. . . like you did before."
Cindy lay on her side facing him, her smoldering eyes wandering hungrily over his lust-stiffened penis. He was gaping at her temptingly lush nakedness, touching her pussy-lips as she reached out and under to stroke his sensitive balls. She sat up on one elbow, her hand still fondling, scratching lightly along his churning testicles. With the other, she grasped his rock-hard cock, working the loose foreskin back over the angry red cock's head. A tiny viscous droplet of sperm oozed from the split in its tip as his tensing penis jerked and expanded involuntarily in her curling palm.
Ever so slowly, Jack parted the soft bronzish pubic curls and eased his finger into the wetly throbbing orifice, slipping it up inside her warm quivering flesh until it was hidden almost to the first joint in her dilating vagina; then he gave a slight, tender shove forward. She twisted, squirmed, and leaned lewdly back on the beach towel, her long sun-tanned legs eagerly parting for some more. Her cunt was wonderfully tight, he thought, tighter than he'd expected. The dampness from her lust-warmed vagina spread over his cupping hand, soaking the narrow panty crotch band with secreted cuntal juices that were beginning to flow down between her trembling thighs.
"Oooohhh, God ... Jack that feels so good, so goooood. God, honey, take off my panties!"
It was reassuring to know that Cindy trusted him, Bowman thought. He didn't want to hurt her .. . in lots of ways she was just a virgin even though she'd had a boy or two before him. With a low tender murmur, he wound his fingers in the tight elastic wasitband of her small panties and worked them slowly down over her gently flaring buttocks and off her ankles.
"Uuuuuooooo," she crooned at the sudden presence of the warm, dampish sea air washing over her exposed curl-fringed cuntal mound. For a moment she was aware of the boats on the water less than half-a-mile away. Could they see her and Jack? A shadow cast from dock pilings over their brazenly naked bodies, gave her a temporary feeling of security.
In the next second he had flicked her down hard on her back, shoving the rolled up towel beneath her buttocks. She stared above Jack at the white puffy clouds criss-crossing the sky, feeling a light-fingered warmth feathering through her young loins.
Taking one hurried look at Cindy's lust-inciting nakedness spread out on the beach towel before him, he crawled up between her widespread kness. The towel's velour fabric brushed against his sperm-filled balls, sending an obscene anticipatory thrill through him. He shoved her thighs roughly apart so that they swung out from his sides in a picture of lewd urgency. Then he kneeled up, feeling the sand shift slightly beneath his weight and pressure, his long thick penis poling and wagging in its foreskinned hardness.
"Lord ... your cock . .. it's so big!" she moaned, grasping its solid hardness, feeling its head and the thick seminal fluid escaping from the tiny hole at the tip-end of the bluish cock-head.
Damn, damn, damn! He was going out of his mind completely. Bowman's desire-hazed brain sizzled as he thrust himself up between her widespread legs. Her thighs seemed to be trying to suck him to an early combustion point. He felt Cindy's hand reach down to grasp his cock-shaft and draw its heavily pulsating head through the warm moistness between her hair-lined pussy lips . . . finally seating it at the tight little mouth of her greedily nibbling vagina.
Cindy looked up at him and saw that he was smiling. She wondered whether it would hurt - his cock looked and felt so big pressing it's hot turgid head against her sensitized cuntal lips.
"Uuuuhh," her thoughts were cut off, as with a loud grunt he suddenly thrust his powerful hips forward until his heavily plunging cock slithered deep up into her quivering little pussy.
"Oh, oh, God," the young redhead watched, her eyes growing wider and wider as the head pushed in, forcing the smoothly wet walls of her cunt to stretch wide, wider still, until she thought she would split and she gave out a little whimpering cry of fright. "Oh it's too ... you're ..."
Suddenly it didn't hurt anymore. She gasped into his face, her arms wrapped around his back to crush his massive chest tight against her nipple-hardened breasts. She could feel his thick upthrusting cock bringing a warm magic to her love-starved vagina, and sending wave after wave of forbidden pleasure surging through her.
The young redhead's long trim legs curled up and over his hips, her heels digging salaciously into his rock-hard buttocks as she thrust her begging loins up at his brazen invitation. "Yesssss," she gasped, as he plowed Ms long rod of male flesh into her wetiy welcoming vagina, pressing great waves of her clinging pussy flesh in rippling erotic pleasure before it.
This was what she had wanted for so long, her every forbidden wish seemed to be coming true! Her belly quaked and throbbed convulsively as the smooth-pistoning shaft thrust headlong up into her belly again and again. Her mind whirled in useless efforts to reason out the lewd effects of his virile penis filling her, crushing pleasurably her inner organs as it dug even deeper, fucking her as she had never been fucked before.
"Shit... yeah ... move that pussy," the blond truck driver hissed down at her. Beneath him, Cindy's lushly ripened young body quivered and trembled, her passion-erect nipples digging into his chest with pointed, bullet-shaped pressure. Her rippling belly ground against his, and her powerful thighs clamped his buttocks repeatedly. They held and released him as her wildly clasping vaginal muscles sucked and pulled like a warmly wet vacuum at his hot skewering cock.
"Ooooohhh, fuck me, darling, yes, fuck it, screw my cunt!" she urged him on shamelessly, enjoying it more than she'd ever conceived possible.
Bowman responded like an untamed stallion, fucking into her hungrily milking cunt with hard, heavy strokes, indifferent to whether he was hurting her, thumping her body across the beach towel onto the soft white sand. She drew up her buttocks and clasped her heels tighter on his ass-cheeks to get more of the viciously plunging cock into her throbbing belly. She felt the molten-hot head thud again and again against her cushiony cervix, sending crazy spasms up through her womb and into her vibrantly trembling young breasts.
"Oh shit, I'm getting close to ..." Jack cut off his words and squeezed his buttocks together to hold back the hot liquid flow that was about to explode from his jerking penis. The obscenely sucking pressure caused a wild swirling in his groin ... he could feel the enormous turgid heat impatiently welling in his cum expanding balls ...
"Oh, me too, Jack ... God, it's so goooood," her head rolled from side to side, streaming her flame-colored hair over his sweating shoulders and back. Marks appeared on her lips where she was biting them, and every so often her moist panting mouth came up against his, her teeth nipping into his lips. She sucked lewdly on his tongue, then flicked her own into his mouth, gasping hot breaths into his throat.
Suddenly, the young redhead realized that Jack's burgeoning penis was about to explode up into her belly ... she could feel his building sperm swelling his thickening cock's shaft to the bursting point. "Ooohhh, your cock . . . God it feels so big!" The sensation excited her to a fever pitch of desire and her motions became ever more frantic. His fucking thrusts into her wantonly quivering pussy became almost brutal. Her head fell from side to side in the sand; swirling spots flickered before her eyes as she cried out, "I'm cummmmming . . . cummmming! Oh GOD, I'M CUMMMMINNNGGG!"
It was irreversible. Nothing could stop it. She began to moan and gag on her own saliva. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her body convulsed, her hips thrusting straight up as she came. "AAAAAgh .. . God, fuck it... fuck it harder . .. Harrrrder!" and her climax exploded inside her head and her vision faded. She saw red and came again and again with an intensity so powerful she thought her heart had stopped beating.
Above her, Bowman held onto her hips with powerful hands and fucked furiously. He could feel the aching head of his deeply pulsating cock suddenly flare as his impatiently hot sperm began to squirt and flood up inside her belly. Then he could feel his seething white cum shooting into her with the explosive force of a broken fire hose sloshing around in her receiving womb. Jack continued to shoot the last of his semen, then, trembling, he relaxed on top of her, panting deeply for several moments, before he finally lifted off.
They sat there in silence, watching sailboats tack across the white-streaked water. Then before returning to Eaton's for dinner, they plunged into the bay and swam out two hundred yards to the breakwater. The young redhead clung close to Bowman on a rock just below the stone abutment rising directly from the bay. Her body felt cool and tingling from sex and vigorous exercise, and she rested against the crux of his arm, feeling his elbow press gently against the side of her breast.
"You were fantastic, Cindy," he said, running his hands across her wet, sleek back.
She turned and faced him, letting him kiss her. She could see the highway in the gathering darkness and the streaming headlights of cars moving down the coast to Biloxi. "That's the first time I really enjoyed it," she said.
"I got to be in New Orleans by tomorrow," he said. "We could have such a ball together. It's a shame, you know, we couldn't get a hotel and shack up there for a couple of days."
"That wouldn't be right," she felt her prudishness returning and tried to make those second thoughts go away. "Do you miss teaching?" she said.
"Not really; I don't know if I'll even go back to it this fall."
"I've been wondering about school, too. It seems like such a waste."
"Well, it's different for you. Taking this summer job driving your old man's truck isn't the same as sticking to something all year round," he said.
"It gives me a sense of power," she smiled and lay her head against his broad shoulder.
"Power?"
"When I'm driving, I get this strange sense of exhilaration. It's almost like sex," she laughed. "I bet you think I'm crazy."
"I know what you mean. When you're moving at seventy miles an hour with thirty or forty tons of rig behind you, it is kind of exciting," he said.
"Did you ever think of getting married?" she looked into his gray eyes.
"Hell, no. Never even thought about it."
"Don't be uneasy. I wouldn't marry you, anyway."
"Why not?" he saw the color rise in her cheeks.
"I'm just not interested," she laughed, and jumped into the water, making a wave that rippled and splashed against his ankles.
Bowman plunged in after Cindy, diving underwater and coming up like a surfacing seal in front of the voluptuous redhead. Then, they both began swimming, with Jack letting his girlfriend take the lead, and then easily overtaking her and throwing her down on the sand and kissing her full on the mouth when they got to the beach.
Chapter Two
Norma Jean Simpson, a pretty, dark-haired waitress with a figure that had all the curves in all the right places, sat down behind the counter at the Dixie Hills Coffee Shoppe to smoke a cigarette. She'd been on her feet all morning. Her calves and ankles ached from standing up on the hard tile floor. Last night, she and her husband, Frank, had had an argument over the money Norma Jean had been spending on clothes; as far as she was concerned, they were her earnings and she could do what she wanted with them. Besides ... Frank had his own life, and yes, she knew what he was doing with that sexy blonde clerk who worked at the newspaper office.
Now she'd just as soon forget about that; what she needed was a man of her own, something more than old Frank, who had a thousand things, on his mind, not one of them including her. When the three men entered the restaurant from the parking lot, Norma Jean pretended not to notice them, hoping Marcia would take care of their order. But, as usual, the other waitress had disappeared into the Ladies Room, just when Norma Jean needed her.
She looked across the counter at Harry, who smiled back at her. Harry Truett had been coming in here for the past two or three years; he was a nice enough fellow, a little hot-tempered, and prone to rapid changes of mood, but nicer than most of the redneck truckers coming off the road. He was a round-faced man with a shock of sandy hair falling across his forehead. Harry's brother Ben, the older of the two, was taller, thinner, with darker hair and tended to keep to himself. Then, there was Archie Cleghorn, who sat down between the two brothers at the counter.
The alluring young waitress poured three cups of coffee and slid them across the formica top to the truck drivers. Archie was talking to the two brothers ... carrying on as usual. As he talked, he lifted the visor to his chromed, elastic-band cap and scratched his steel gray hair.
"I was surprised when I heard it, but then all sorts of strange things happen on the road," Archie was saying to the brothers. "Her old man's J. B. Taylor. Runs the only produce fleet out of Atlanta. I hear he's the one who put her up to taking the job."
"Beats all hell," Harry Truett gave Norma Jean a horny, red-eyed look. "You mean to say you actually saw her going down on him?"
Harry Truett studied Archie's expression, waiting for some sign that would tell him he was actually putting him on. But it didn't come ... for God's sakes, Harry thought, Archie's serious.
"It wasn't me who seen it," Archie admitted. "But I got it from reliable sources that she done it. No doubt about it."
Harry lit a cigar and blew a smoke ring across the counter. It was hard to tell truth from fantasy with Archie Cleghorn, Harry thought, but meanwhile the yarns he spun were worth listening to. Harry's dark-haired brother, Ben, pused over on his stool closer to the older truck driver. "What happened? Do you know any of the details?" he said.
"It wasn't once," said Archie. "Hell... it was two, maybe three or four times, and with different fellas."
"But you know it to be the truth," Harry still didn't believe him.
"You ask Jimmy Cartright. He's the one who told it. Now, Jimmy, he's the kind of guy'll go out for a sandwich and promise to return in ten minutes and not come back for three or four hours. Otherwise, especially where girls are concerned, his word is gold."
"I know Jimmy," Harry nodded.
"Yeah, he's something, ain't he?" Archie said.
"He's really something," Harry mocked Archie's tone of voice, remembering that Jimmy Cartright was as much of a bull-shitter as Archie.
"Well, Jimmy said the Taylor gal first did it with that school teacher, Jack Bowman, who works for Cindy's old man in the summers. Bowman was carrying on in a bar in Atlanta about how he fucked the daylights out of the redhead on a beach outside Biloxi, Mississippi. Next day, Jimmy runs into Cindy up on Peach tree Street in Atlanta. That was just after he talked to Bowman."
Archie looked at the two brothers on either side of him to assure him that they were listening. "Sucked him right off in the cab of his rig," Archie said proudly. "Then told him she'd go down on him anytime he asked .. . but it wasn't before they'd done '69' and a bunch of other positions I never even heard of."
"That all?" Harry asked, disappointed.
"No, that ain't all," the older man lifted his cup and blew lightly on the hot coffee. "That same night, as Jimmy tells it, he and another guy - can't recall his name right off - made it a triple decker. She took it up the ass from Jimmy while his friend fucked her in that tight little pussy."
The young brunette waitress edged to the side of the counter, obviously listening in on the conversation. Harry looked at her, then stared back at Archie and smiled.
"You don't say?"
"It's the truth," Archie said.
"You know what I think?" the older Truett brother, Ben, said to Archie.
Archie stirred his coffee slowly and watched the cream mix in with the black. "What's that, Ben?"
"I've seen her on the road once or twice, and she looks like a virgin to me."
"There ain't no law saying you have to believe me," Archie said as Norma Jean ran a damp cloth across the counter in front of him.
"I'll wager you fifty dollars Cindy don't put out for nobody," Ben said.
Archie laughed. "Now, you know you can't do that! How the hell are you going to do that?"
"Let's just say ... if I find her and fuck her, you win the bet. There's only one way to find out if she's all you've stacked her up to be."
"She's stacked all right. Man, she's got tits out to here!" Archie chuckled at his own joke.
Just then, Harry stepped down. His forehead wrinkled in two deep creases. "We got to get going," he was irritated with Archie, with his brother Ben .. . with the sweltering summer heat that would envelop them as soon as they stepped outside.
"Oh, boy. Little brother Harry's in one of them moods again," Ben slipped off his stool.
Harry jingled the change in his pants pocket, and cast another turned-on look at the sexy waitress.
"No, wait, there's more to tell about Cindy Taylor!" Archie said.
- Norma Jean scooped up Archie's cup and poured him another. The steam blew in light wisps against her firm full breasts as she bent over and slid the cup and saucer back in front of Archie Cleghorn.
As the two brothers were turning towards the door, Archie continued, his attention shifting to the waitress who was his captive audience now. "Couple of days ago, Cindy was driving the blacktop between Mobile and Montgomery. Seems she gets the urge every so often and does what nature demands of her. This Alabama State Trooper saw her rig parked at one of them rest areas. The cab's hood was up, so he pulled off to see what was wrong. Next thing this officer of the law knew, he was out in the boondocks with the pretty Taylor gal, both of them naked as the day they was born."
Harry shook his head in amazement and paid the bill. Then, just as they were pushing through the revolving glass doors, Ben told the older man: "That bet's still on. That is, if you're still interested."
"You boys kill me," Archie was smiling at the young brunette waitress.
The Truett brothers' rig was parked beside the service ramp, the cab now attached to the trailer after a grease job and body wash. Harry paid the attendant, and went to the John. When he came back, he saw Ben looking glum on a bench near the Coke machine.
"Something tells me I already lost that bet with Archie," Ben put his empty Dr. Pepper into the rack and stood up.
"Nan. Impossible," Harry said. "Archie won't even remember it. Besides, you got nothing to lose. If you don't make Cindy, he gives you fifty dollars ... and if you do fuck her ... Hell, you win either way!"
"I've seen her driving the route through Alabama," the older brother said after their semi had pulled out of the lot and was on open highway again.
"When was that?" Harry said from behind the wheel.
"Coupla weeks ago."
"Why didn't you say so?"
Ben grinned. "I know a guy, works for Taylor's fleet. Seems tome I could ask Harold Johnson when Cindy's off to Mobile again."
"You're just as crazy as Archie."
"The part about Bowman makes sense. Jack drives for Cindy's old man."
"If I was you, I'd just as soon lose the bet... if it means screwing Cindy Taylor," Harry winked at his brother. The Truett brothers worked together on long hauls from Atlanta to various points in the southeast. They contracted independently from companies, carrying private household goods over-the-road for twice the money they'd make working for the big company fleets in Atlanta. The trouble was, they had to insure the rig themselves, and the fines for being overweight or under-serviced had to come out of their own pockets.
During the week following the conversation with Archie at Dixie Hills, neither Ben nor Harry mentioned Cindy Taylor. But they were constantly running short, and the brothers were now in deeper money-trouble than they'd ever been before. What's more, Ben, the older of the two, had begun drinking heavily, sometimes sipping out of a bottle as they drove from one pickup spot to another.
One night, in a motel outside Columbia, South Carolina, Ben came in drunk and began tearing through some contract papers Harry had stacked neatly on the bureau.
"For Christ's sakes, what in hell are you looking for?" the younger brother swung out of bed, seeing Ben staggering from the bureau into the bathroom with the documents in his hand.
"These are going down the toilet," Ben Truett said, holding onto the bathroom door.
"What. .. damn," Harry wasn't fully awake. He had seen this coming with Ben for weeks, but he'd tried to ignore it. All their problems had mounted up to the point where something had to give and, now that it was happening, he didn't know how to deal with it.
"I'm sick of this. I'm tired of trucking from one goddamn place to another. What the hell do we get to show for it, Harry ... just tell me?"
"Holy shit! You going to flush them papers down the toilet, Ben?"
"Yeah," Ben said.
"You can't do that! Those are the contracts for the stuff we're delivering tomorrow morning," Harry said, now facing his brother.
"Fuck the shipment. Fuck everything," Ben stepped past Harry into the motel bathroom.
"Jesus!" Harry grabbed for the papers in Ben's hand.
The lean older brother stepped back, breathing heavily. He saw Harry coming at him, his fist held out and then swinging at his head. Ben ducked and heard the crunch of bone on plaster as Harry's hand struck the wall behind him.
"Now look what you made me do," Harry stood back, looking at his bleeding hand. "You ain't going to do nothing with them papers, are you, Ben?"
"I s'pose not. It wouldn't do no good, anyway," he came slowly out of the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Ben lay sprawled, fully clothed, on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Then Harry heard his snoring, and lit a cigar and turned on the TV. He knew this wasn't going to be the last of it; Ben's moods came on him when the younger brother least expected them. He thought maybe Ben was right, perhaps they'd tried as hard as they could at trucking. After watching Johnny Carson for a half-hour, he turned off the TV and made himself a drink. He could sure do with some pussy, he thought; for that matter, so could Ben. He finished his bourbon and poured himself another. Later that night, Harry Truett dreamed his was holding a beautiful redhaired girl in his arms. She was sitting on top of him, the warmly clasping wetness of her vagina sucking around his erect, stone-hard cock. Back and forth the young voluptuous redhead went on top of him ... until he was almost there, he was almost ready to cum. As usual, he awoke before orgasm, his body covered with perspiration, and he lay there with his eyes open, thinking, until morning.
Chapter Three
The next day things were almost back to normal for the Truett brothers, or at least as normal as things can be when you're driving a thirty-ton rig to a destination in South Carolina
"- that you can't even find on a map.
Things began going wrong late that afternoon. The unloaders who were supposed to be at the address where the Truetts delivered furniture hadn't shown up. Harry and Ben were forced to unpack the household items themselves, much to the consternation of Harry, who had his mind on making another delivery in Greenville that evening. That night in Greenville. Ben got drunk; Harry went out and picked up a prostitute. The following morning they were driving farther south, heading for another load of furniture in Alabama. In the late afternoon, Ben was at the wheel, and Harry had dozed off beside him. From time to time, Ben lifted a bottle and took a deep sip of bourbon whiskey.
They sped into Alabama. The red-clay soil turned white-ash as they moved through empty towns, emerging again into open countryside. Around four o'clock, Ben, the older brother saw the rig with J.B. Taylor embossed on the tailgate. It was moving at a fast clip in front of Mm.
The dark-haired man accelerated until they were almost bumper to bumper, speeding downhill through an arcade of pine. He waited till there was an open stretch of highway in front of them, then pulled into the left lane. Damn, if that don't remind me of something Ben Truett smiled to himself; Damn if it don't ring a natural bell inside my head. It was then that he saw a young woman's pretty reflection in the truck's rear-view mirror. Immediately, Ben Truett's cock hardened into eager, aching readiness against his pants .. . The girl smiled. Her long flame-colored hair streamed out the side window as she signaled to let him pass...
Cindy shifted down and pulled over a little to the side of the road. Her generously full breasts jiggled and jounced as the truck shifted its weight; she pedaled the brake, clutching again, feeling the trailer sway in the heavy wind. Instead of passing, the following truck edged only slightly ahead.
Then the road curved and it was impossible for the two rigs to make the turn at once. She saw an open stretch of meadow ... a blurr of yellow, a patch of green trees . .. and, gearing down now, pumping the brakes, hoping the rig wouldn't... THUD! ... she heard the crunch of steel against wood before she felt an almost whip-lashing impact!
Nothing stirred. In front of her was a tree. A bird was chirping high in its branches. Still not believing she was alive, the young redhead shook herself, felt her legs go weak and trembly. She was alive, she wasn't hurt. Shakily, she opened the door and climbed down from the cab, feeling a burst of adrenalin surge through her. Only a little damage had been done when the cab of her truck had struck the tree; a delicate wind brushed softly against her paling face. She heard, voices.
"Jesus H. Christ!"
"I'll be damned!"
"Whaddya think of that, Ben?"
"Man, ain't she some piece!"
One man was short and round-faced, with a black stubble of beard, while the other was taller, with greased-back dark hair. She saw them, and yet, somehow, it was as if she saw nothing at all. Despite their differences in size, they bore a faint resemblance to each other; Cindy felt both men's eyes running like wild-fire up and down her trembling young body. She tried to speak, but nothing came, only a dry rasping sound from deep in her throat. Behind the men, their dusty, mud-splotched rig secluded the small meadow from passersby on the highway. She stood there watching them approach her, finally managing to blurt out: "What are you doing? ... You must be crazy."
Both men laughed and kept coming at her. The tall one's face was tightly drawn ... pasty, with dull gray eyes that darted up and down her body. He was walking stiff-legged toward her, each step he took narrowing the distance between them a yard, while the short one almost ran beside his companion to keep up the pace.
Cindy felt her knees grow weak. Perspiration broke out in a necklace of hot beads along her forehead. She wanted to run, but she just couldn't... her feet were glued to the ground, her eyes welded on the two men coming at her.
"I'd like to see your license and registration number," she said, suddenly realizing how stupid that must have sounded.
"Jesus ... you're damn pretty," the short one said, seizing her by her slender arms and spinning her around like a top. She was knocked to the grass and tried to get up, and was kicked down again. Then, before she knew it, Harry was on her, his thick, oak-like thighs thrusting between her widely parted legs.
"Ooooooooooh..."
He was hurting her!
"Pleeeeeeease ... Nooooooo!"
Harry's arms encircled her defenselessly writhing body, his knees pinioned her long tapering legs to the mud-slick grass. He was short, muscularly-formed, his chest massive, his stomach thick and hard. "Nice, oh, you're so damn nice," he smiled.
The young redhead bucked her voluptuous torso against his chest, but it was useless! "Off . . . For God's sakes ... get off MEEEEEEEE!" she moaned as the younger brother gripped the side opening of her girl's jeans and unzipped them. She felt the tiglit hip-huggers being slid down her legs until the tantalizing "vee" of her young loins was exposed, her nylon panties white triangle catching the sunlight.
The lean, older truck driver knelt down at Cindy's head; at the same time, Harry, his brother, rose to his haunches pulling her jeans down over her long slender legs, and throwing them into the grass.
Ben dropped his eyes from the ripely full mounds of her breasts to the smooth flatness of her stomach and on down to the auburn-curled pussy he envisioned nestled softly between her wide-held thighs. He watched as her hands clutched down at her curving thighs to hide her wispily covered cunt. "You going to be nice to OP Ben ... or do you want a little rough-housing before we begin?"
"Look, we don't want to hurt you," the other heavy-set brother interrupted.
"Then why not let me go?" she cowered below the men timidly, her eyes moving from one cruel face to the other.
"Shit, we can't do that, can we, Harry?"
The scent of pine resin from the forest filled the air. In the tree overhead, Cindy could see a squirrel leaping from one low-hanging branch to another. Afternoon sunlight angled low through green foliage, shining waveringly through the grass. She sighed, tried to lean back to escape Ben's iron grip on her shoulders, but she couldn't. "Ooooooooh, God, ... why ... why did this have to happen?"
The sight of the young girl's subjugated position on the ground beneath him sent a lewdly banking shiver of anticipation through Harry's loins... He hadn't wanted to get involved in this thing, but now that they'd started he didn't see how he could quit. There was nothing he'd like more than to ram the heatedly pulsating length of his penis into her tight little pussy and feel her tremble beneath him...
Harry, the older brother, adjusted his position on the grass between her legsrand ran his hands down Cindy's sweater, shifting his clenching fingers over her gently uplifting breasts. "Stop ... don't touch me ... not there," she bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to suppress the warm sensation that burnt in her hardening nipples as he squeezed and massaged them.
Cindy sighed openly when he began to undo the buttoned front of her summer sweater and dug her teeth helplessly into her lip again, drawing blood, as her sweater was opened to her firmly taut stomach. She closed her eyes, feeling the younger man's fingers slipping beneath her tight brassiere, his fingertips touching both tremblingly nugget-hard nipples. She just couldn 't take any more of this ... and she raised her legs, lifting out her knees in an attempt to push him from between her soft rounded thighs. Suddenly, Harry was stretching her le^s back down, painfully widening her knees until she thought the tendons would snap.
"Arrrrrrrgh!" she screamed.
"Now, you be careful with her," Ben warned his younger brother. "That ain't no way to get a gal pretty as Cindy warmed up!"
"You should know, lover-boy," Harry snickered without removing his eyes from the young generously proportioned body beneath him. "Right now, Ben, I'd like you to watch how it's done ... maybe you'll learn some pointers from the way I do it."
The heavily muscular man coursed one hand down over Gndy's trembling breasts, tugging with the other behind until her brassiere clasp broke with a harsh elastic snap. Without pausing, Harry tore at the sweater, pulling it up over her head, where it tangled with her flaming red hair, and then tossing it on the ground by her jeans. Then he tugged at the lacy white brassiere until it came loose, exposing her nakedly enticing mounds to the air.
"Goddamn ... they are something ... they are really something," Harry's eyes gaped from their sockets at the small pink nipples that bulleted instantly before his eyes ...
"Nooooooo, please ... I'll do anything, just let me go . .. I've got money," she pleaded, painfully aware there was no physical way to escape the impending ravishment.
"I don't want your money," Harry hissed into her face. "Much as we both need money, we don't want it."
A discomforting, low heat found its way into the pit of her defenselessly squirming belly. It was both pleasurable and alarming, merging with lewd forbidden sensations pulsing hotly through the hardening tips of her breasts as Harry gently squeezed them.
"I'll lift up, Ben, while you pull off her little panties. Then I'll fuck her."
"God... Oh, no!" she pivoted on her roundly straining buttocks, rising against Harry as Ben began tugging at the sheer white nylon.
"Wait... Hold up on it, I want to strip," Harry cautioned his brother.
Ben released his hold on her buttocks while Harry stood up, quickly removing his shirt, then unbuckling his denim pants and dropping them in a heap on the ground.
Cindy tried not to look, wanted desperately to avoid the lewdly obscene sight of his naked loins ... but she couldn't resist; something curious inside her that defied the redhead's understanding forced her to fix her eyes on the younger brother. She saw him slide down his underwear, revealing the massively thick shaft of his penis spearing out angrily from curly black pubic hair. The truck driver was so close she could see the webbing veins lacing the underridge and a droplet of his male lubricant secreted at the rapidly engorging tip.
Harry stood defiantly over the girl, wrapping his hand around the lust-hardened shaft, jerking it back and forth over her helpless young body. He watched her cringe as he pulled the foreskin over his pulsating cockhead and saw her draw back, pushing inadvertantly into Ben's arms.
"OOOOh, God ... I can't take it... this is too much!" Cindy felt Ben's breath on her neck as he held her shoulders from behind, then saw the older brother's hand reach out and touch one nakedly trembling breast. She winced as he fondled the firm full mound, and then stiffened back into him. He began eagerly massaging its responsive softness ... With one hand free she knocked the older man into the grass, only to have him violently thrust forward again.
Suddenly, Harry was on top of her in front, lewdly inserting his fingers beneath the tight panty waistband. She jerked as his cool fingertips caressed her resilient belly-flesh, pressing down over the feathering pubic hair spanning softly upward from her fearfully cringing cunt. She couldn't move, was unable to force him off her, though her legs strained sleekly beneath Harry's thighs while his knees angled her own wider apart.
"God ... No, please, no ... God, God, God," she screamed into the trees.
Her mind blanked, then refocused. Who were these men who had forced her off the road and then mauled her? What were they trying to do, and why? How could she fight them when she knew she couldn't resist mucTi longer without risking her life? Cindy Taylor had never experienced this sort of thing before; when Jack had made love to her he'd been so gentle, so understanding, but this was out and out rape ... still, allowing them to do what they would to her young, vigorously healthy body was better than angering them by resisting further.
The redhead's mind snapped back into reality when she felt Harry's powerful hands pulling her white bikini panties over her squirming flesh, exposing the tempting curls of her pubic mound to the air. He slid the small panties over her shapely thighs and down to her calves, pausing a moment to observe the breathtaking sweep of her long lithe legs, then jerked them off and threw them spitefully into the high yellow grass.
"You won't have to worry about them anymore," he leered down at her and again kneeled close up between her tremblingly separated young thighs.
"What you going to do now, Harry?" Ben said, loosening his grip on their young captive's shoulders. Looking at her shamelessly naked body before him, he let out a sigh into her touseled mane of red hair. One of Ben's hands fondled her hugely set breasts while the other refastened itself hard on her shoulder.
"I never seen a prettier, more inviting looking pussy than that," Harry said. "I intend to do what any man would, if he had the same chance as I do!"
The young redhead's eyes had trouble focusing on the man kneeling licentiously below. She tried to think of something else, to let her mind dwell on what it would be like afterwards ... but she couldn't. Harry's hands gripped her spasming thighs, pulling them wider apart, and then she felt his hot breath rushing softly across them. The heat contrasted obscenely with the coolness of the air.
"Don't fight it," he called out through the hoarseness of his chest. "Just relax and enjoy it, cause I'm gonna give you a fuck such as you never had before."
Then, he shifted over on his side, dropping out of the clasping warmth of her thighs to face her. She rolled her head away so that she wouldn't have to look into Harry's snickering face ... then she saw Ben, who had risen to his feet, standing above them, and the naked young redhead whimpered in resigned humiliation, knowing that they had her completely in their control.
The younger brother's hands coursed up her widespread thighs and rested just below her fearfully quivering cunt for an instant before he began stroking the moist trembling vaginal flesh with his fingers. The girl truck driver shuddered at his touch and tensed, but he continued circling his fingers over the pinkly glistening folds of her pussy. After a moment, he used his thumbs and extended middle finger to spread her hotly pulsating cunt lips and expose the little bud of her clitoris, bringing out the tiny pleasure center to thrusting erection.
"Please ... stop, no, no ... no, no!" she moaned, but his fingers continued their maddening assault, probing her warmly opening cuntal flanges while he slid his other hand down between her soft resilient ass-cheeks to nudge her puckering little anus. She tried to stifle a groan as her tingling pussy mound involuntarily rose up towards his caressing fingers, tried to stifle the lewd sensations that spread out from her trembling vaginal area ... but she couldn't
"Hey, Cindy," he moved closer on the grass, restraddling her legs as his hands worked over the warmly wet flesh of her now responding pussy. "Now reach out and take my cock!"
A low shudder of unexpected excitement passed through her struggling belly. Oh God! What was happening to her?
The young redhead used all her willpower to fight the unwanted and unexpected sensuality; yet the walls of her resistance seemed to crumble as he coursed his hands over the warmly throbbing cuntal flesh. She could feel soft ripples of ecstatic pleasure spreading throughout her body, a pleasure so beguiling that she relaxed the straining of her thighs. Like some mindless love-slave, she rose toward the grinning truck driver, stretched out one trembling hand, and obediently began stroking the long thick flesh of his cock.
"Dammmmmmn!" Harry groaned and pivoted his hardness closer to her fingers that were timidly grasping its pulsating thickness. Despite her fear she held it in the clasping warmth of her hand for a moment. Looking down, she gave a sigh; his blue-veined penis stood out against her trembling belly, the cock's head swollen angrily and its skin stretched so tight that it seemed to shine.
"Jesus! You going to fuck her, or what?" she' heard Harry's brother's voice come from somewhere above them.
"Yeah... Oh yeah!" Harry hissed through clenched teeth. Harry began a slow grinding motion with his pelvis against the warm moistened lips of her cunt. The trugidly throbbing head traced a tantalizing path of lewd sensation up and down her wet, hair-lined pussy split, probing at it until the moist layers of cuntal flesh parted and his long fleshy rod fit-snugly within the heated furrow. He slid his rock-hard penis up and down her throbbing vaginal crevice. It fomented a warm glowing sensation that tingled salaciously from her quivering little clitoris down through her swollen cuntal lips and into her dilating vaginal passage. The shamelessly aroused young woman fought feebly against the torment of his cock rubbing against her hot little pussy, fought with all her might not to surrender to it. But she knew that he was only moments away from total victory ... only moments away from thrusting his long hard shaft of male flesh up into her belly. "Noooooo, for God's sakes ... pleeease!" she groaned beneath the desire-swollen face pressing against her cheeks. Near total despair now, she sudddenly realized that her hips were betraying her real desire. They moved in eager little circles, rotating around, as though dancing, in time to the upthrusting motions of his cock. Slowly, of their own accord, her knees raised until they were locked in place on either side of his naked buttocks. The hair on his legs teased against the tender backs of her thighs, expanding the lewd sensation in her cunt-mound down the tingling nerve endings of her legs.
"I can't believe it," she groaned at her own defeat, "Just can't ... God ... oh No! Nooooo!"
The aroused young college student hooked her heels behind his knees, and with a low bestial sound of hunger, her arms snaked around his neck and pulled his lips wetly down against hers.
"Mmmmmmmm," she mewled into his passion-contorted face. Harry jammed his tongue into her mouth and she sucked voraciously on it; soft erupting sounds of contentment and pleasure escaped through the warmly sucking juncture of their lips.
Cindy gyrated her hungry young cunt in a few impatient, grinding thrusts up against his lengthening hardness, trying to draw it into her warmly quivering vagina at once. "Oooooh," she mewled below him, sucking again on his lips as his tongue took complete mastery of her mouth.
Suddenly, Harry was looking down at her large firm breasts swaying gently toward her ribs and quivering with each gasp that came from her throat.
"Okay, sister," he said. "You ready for it?"
"Oh... yesssss, do it, do it to meee!" she whispered, totally out of control now.
He reached down between their sweat-streaked bodies to grasp his wetly glistening penis, positioning it right above the throbbing little opening to her heated cuntal flesh.
"What you want me to do? Go on, say it, Cindy!"
"I want... God ... PLEASE FUCK MEEE!" the red-haired beauty was more than ready and there was no need to wait an instant longer.
As though he were moving a guided missle into firing position, Harry placed the large rubbery head of his male hardness up against the hot searing entrance to her vaginal depths. Pausing a moment, he nuzzled his cock's head around in an impatient semicircle until the tight elastic cuntal mouth suddenly gave way! With one smooth movement of his hips, he thrust forward, and his long burgeoning cock sluiced warmly up into her almost virginally tight pussy.
"Ooooooh, yeesssss," she cried, her eyes rolling in ecstasy as his sperm-bloated balls slapped flatly against her upturned buttocks; her jerking cunt opened wetly for him as the impact of his thrust drove her trembling young thighs even wider apart.
The length and thickness of Harry Truett's cock was even greater than the helpless redhead had imagined when she first had seen it wagging lewdly in its foreskinned hardness in front of her face4. It seemed now to fill her completely, brimming out at its base from the clinging vaginal lips and forcing her snugly fitting passage wider than she ever thought possible.
Cindy gurgled up at him, suddenly wanting to be fucked to the point of being hurt; she wanted to feel every ounce of her subjugation to the desires of the flesh thrown back at her face and cunt ... to wallow in total shame and humiliation. She came to realize that there was more of the whore inside her than she'd ever imagined. Yesss ... that was one part of herself that Jack Bowman hadn't been able to bring forth; but now this strange man had unleashed a lewd passion that she had never dreamed she possessed.
"Ooooooh, yes, fuck me, fuccccccck, screwwwwwwww meeeee!" she moaned, digging her talonlike fingers into the soft flesh of his smoothly rotating buttocks.
Harry Truett gloated above, knowing that he had brought the helpless young Taylor girl to the brink of total surrender... that there was no longer even a shred of resistance left in her.
He pivoted up on his knees and elbows above her crazily thrashing body, permitting her nibbling young cunt to suck up and down the pulsating length of his immobile cock at will.
"Yessssss," the auburn-haired girl's voice was strained with erotic tension, "Ohhhhh, Harry, fuck me like that... Oh, Jesus, yes, do it!"
The stocky truck driver slipped his hands under her frantically churning ass-cheeks, grasping them painfully, one in each hand. The little bitch had gotten down to it faster than he'd expected; now, with the uncontrolled excitement of fucking into her nearly virginal young cunt he felt a heatedly turgid pressure surge up from deep in his balls. Damn! but I'm gonna blow it, he muttered to himself, trying to stave off the orgasm that was already threatening to burst in hot lewd waves into her fervidly pumping vagina^
He began to fuck into her faster and harder, feeling the shamelessly aroused young girl flexing and unflexing her naked buttocks beneath his fingers. Cindy jerked her impaled pussy flesh harder up on his penis, while at the same time he squeezed and fondled her undulating ass-cheeks, letting the resilient flesh ooze like bread-dough around his hands.
With only the slightest forewarning, he groaned and began lunging into her furiously, his hands clutching her squirming ass-cheeks like a sailor clinging to the wreckage of a sinking ship.
With a sudden thrusting stab up into her clasping pussy, he felt the heated cum rising and swelling his balls, and his thickly expanding cock burst open ...
"Shit... I'm cumming!" Harry cried out, as the hot molten sperm spewed from his cock's head and streamed wetly into Cindy's womb.
"Oooh, no, not yet, I'm not there yet," she protested, as the lust-driven truck driver slapped his stomach down hard again and again on her hungrily squirming belly, shooting the last of his geysering white cum into her still unsatiated vagina*
Then, the heavyset man pulled off her and stood up.
Looking to the side, she saw Ben, already naked, his lean form poised .and ready, his long hard cock jutting rigidly like a huge lance from his groin.
"Yesss ... Ben, you can do it!" she intoned.
"You bet I can!" he dropped onto his hands and knees and scrambled up between Cindy's curving thighs. Looking down, Cindy suddenly realized that the older brother's cock was much larger than Harry's. God ... it was enormous ... it would split her in two!
"Spread your legs wide, honey, I'm coming in now," Ben grinned in triumph above her. "Harry got you warmed up, and now Ben's here to finish the work he left undone!"
He levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands pushing her shoulders to the ground. He dropped one hand between their bodies, taking the throbbing cock between his fingers, and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the pink flesh lips of her cunt. Cindy turned her-head to one side in the grass, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive edges of her moist pussy.
"I think -God, you might be too big."
There was no answer.
"Please, I don't know now ... oh God, you're very large," she pleaded as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
He pushed.
"Aaaaaagh," she coughed as the bulbously throbbing tip slipped through, stretching cruelly the moistly tight opening until Cindy thought her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure. God... he was much larger than Harry, much longer and thicker.
Ben fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm breasts tightly back against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time - his long hard cock slid into her cunt like a raging freight train, pushing the wetly lubricated flesh of her vagina in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud groan his balls smacked heavily into the upturned crevice of her tightly-clenched ass.
The older brother wasted no time with the preliminaries. Immediately, he began to fuck into her with long deep strokes, thrusting hard from the tips of his toes and ramming the last inch of his heatedly expanding cock up into her tight little hole. A moan from her lips resounded through the shaded clearing like a cry of a wounded and dying animal. Cindy's eyes opened wide, gazed glassy and unseeing at the leaves fluttering in a slight wind on the sycamore branches overhead.
Her sensual young body was slick with perspiration and even the area above her nakedly straining buttocks was wet. The plane of her rippling belly and the sloping area above her pussy mound were hot with the liquid passion that seemed to spill out in an unending flow from her moistly receiving cunt. "Mmmmmmmmm ... yesssss,. mmmmm, yes, yes! Fuck me hard!" she urged her new lover on with little kisses along his shoulders.
With each slap of Ben's sperm-filled balls on the wet crevice between her rotating-ass-cheeks, Cindy could feel more of her excited secretions pulsing out. In her mind she could visualize every lewd detail of his obscene pummeling of her naked young body - his sinuous thighs wedging against her slender legs, and the smooth pistoning of his long thick cock impaled deep up her pussy like a hot flaming pike.
"Oh ... you bastard, Fuck me haaaard, fuck meee!" she chanted into his neck. She was nearing orgasm and swung her gripping thighs up and around Ben's back, waving her hollowing buttocks in uncontrolled abandon as she spiraled her suddenly convulsing cunt up and down on his ramming cock.
She gasped; then stiffened; her eyes grew wide. Then she screamed: "I'm cummmmmmmmming! Cummmmmmmmmmming!"
Cindy's nakedly thrashing body shook and arched high, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his face close to her own. - The young redhead felt the muscles of her wetly exploding cunt expand and contract in fury, the pulsating lips, of her pussy grasping around his hard-driving cock. Her hot fluid spewed down the wide-split crevice of her buttocks and flowed over his sperm-bloated balls as they slapped down hard against his fingers thrust into her quivering ass-cheeks.
The complete abandon of the girl's orgasm started a hotly aching pressure in Ben Truett's loins, and suddenly he felt a familiar tingling in his violently expanding balls. He gripped the thrashing young redhead's buttocks and squeezed them with a cruel strength, drawing her up in midair and feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began spewing from his own throat.
"Oh .,. Christ... OH!" Ben snorted, his lips contorting and his face flushing over as his climax ripped through him. His strokes increased to a raging peak of fury; his pelvis smacked like a flat board against the raggedly pink pussy lips as the rush of his vulcanizing cum shot from the spurting head of his cock, exploding deep down into the liquid depths of her vanquished cunt.
The two lay momentarily entwined, and then Cindy pulled away as full consciousness returned to her. Swaying in satiated weariness, she reached across the grass and began gathering up her clothes.
"Well, I guess Archie won that bet," she heard Harry's voice from behind her.
"It was well-worth the fifty bucks," Ben said, rising from the ground.
Cindy refused to look at the two lewdly grinning truck drivers as she pulled on her panties and then her jeans.
Instinctively, she knew she'd given the two men more than they'd expected to receive from her. Now completely dressed, she turned to them and said: "Will you give me some help with the truck? I think it's in as bad condition as lam."
Chapter Four
It was around seven or eight o'clock of a Friday evening when Cindy had come into the Dixie Hills trucking center to talk with Norma Jean Simpson, her old friend since school. Norma Jean, the pretty dark-haired waitress with a figure that caused men to stop in their tracks and take second and third glances, often chatted with the pretty Taylor girl during work breaks while Cindy waited for her rig to be serviced.
On this .particular evening the two girlfriends were seated at a back table in a closed section of the coffee shop. The jukebox was playing an old Hank Williams number and a few truckers were hunched over coffee at the counter, occasionally looking back to where the redhead and brunette were talking.
It had taken three days for Cindy to recover from the shock of what had happened to her in Alabama. Luckily, her mother and father had been on vacation, so she hadn't been forced to explain to them why she was upset. Still, she needed to talk to someone about it, and she'd decided to unburden herself to Norma Jean.
Cindy smoked nervously while she told her story. Norma Jean didn't let one word slip by without nodding her head, smiling her dazzling smile, and in other ways trying to assure the pretty redhead that she did understand. One bit of information Norma Jean couldn't tell Cindy was that she'd overheard the Truett brothers talking with Archie Cleghorn two weeks ago. In a way, Norma Jean was indirectly to blame for what had happened, since she hadn't said anything . .. hadn't warned the Taylor girl about the bet between Archie and Ben. But that was all water over the dam, she thought now. The most sensible thing she could do was comfort her girlfriend as much as she could.
"I know you'll think this is stupid," the sexy young redhead forced herself to smile, "but I probably learned something that afternoon."
"What's that?"
Cindy tossed her flaming auburn hair across her shoulders, and said, "Before, when I heard men talking about me, I didn't think any harm was intended. But now I know different, though I can sort of understand how they feel. It must be strange."
"You mean because you're driving a truck?"
Norma Jean said.
"Yes .. . that, and the fact that I'm young."
"And very attractive," her friend patted Cindy's hand. "You can't forget that. Those tight jeans and sweaters don't hide much, honey."
"They're about the only sensible thing I can wear," she protested.
"It took me about three months waitressing to realize what you know," the young brunette lit her cigarette from Cindy's. "The men here ... well, I know some of the things they say are downright obscene. They gawk and stare, but sometimes I kind of enjoy their comments. Maybe that's because I'm behind the counter and they're out front. It makes a big difference."
Norma Jean rose from their booth and went to the cash register to check out with her boss for the evening. Cindy watched her friend moving her lithe young body gracefully through the narrow swinging door separating the coffee shop from concession stand. Then she sipped her coffee which Norma Jean had spiked with a little whiskey. Irish Coffee, Norma Jean had called it; already Cindy could feel it warming her insides to a gentle glow which mingled with a warm feeling she felt for her girlfriend.
Cindy couldn't get over how understanding the brunette had been; talking to Norma Jean was almost like having an older sister to console you, she thought. She'd come to like the .Simpson girl more each time she'd dropped in on her at Dixie Hills - much more than she ever did when they'd been in the same high school. The vivacious brunette, two years older than Cindy, had been considered pretty wild by the clique Cindy associated with. Now she saw , Norma Jean picking her way back through the table-crowded dining room. She'd never noticed how creamily smooth Norma Jean's skin was, nor how perfectly formed and sensuous were her features, and she felt the color come to her face when her eyes dropped to take in Norma Jean's voluptuously formed breasts.
"Is something the matter?" the young waitress glanced at the redhead as she sat down, increasing Cindy's blushing embarassment.
Cindy fidgeted on the seat across from her girlfriend, rinding it difficult to frame into words what she was about to say before her thoughts got sidetracked. "I've got to get home," she began to stand up and then saw the disappointed look on Norma Jean's face and sat down again. "I need some sleep before I take off at five tomorrow morning."
"Why don't you stay at my place tonight? I'm sure ol' Frank wouldn't mind," the curvy brunette could tell Cindy was uncomfortable about something.
"Well, maybe it's better if I go home."
"I invite you to my house once in a blue moon, Cindy," Norma Jean said.
"But I'll be getting up at four-thirty," she demurred.
Norma Jean gave a wide smile and stood up. "We'll have ribs and potato salad. Frank just bought a gallon of Chianti. . . and there's gin, and scotch, and whatever else that son-of-a^gun stocks in his bar!"
Frank Simpson, Norma Jean's husband, had gone out to a bowling tournament in Decatur for the eyening, and so the young redhead and brunette ate dinner, talked quietly and had drinks by themselves. The "Simpson place was in a large suburban development on the north side of Atlanta. Frank worked as a linotype operator for an Atlanta newspaper, and it looked as though he was doing quite well. They finished dessert and Norma Jean showed Cindy around the small, but comfortably furnished home.
After she'd seen everything from the hall closet to the basement washroom and had taken, a peek at Norma Jean's summer wardrobe, the two girls settled down facing each other on the carpet in the living room.
"It's a big change from what I was used to before we got married," the perky brunette hiked up her short skirt, making herself a seat on a pink cushion. "I'd had just about enough of that country living, then Frank came around, luckily for me and the rest of the family."
Cindy recalled that Norma Jean had grown up in a rural area outside the city. Her family was dirt-poor, originally coming to Atlanta from the mountains of north Georgia after the mills were closed down. Then the redhead forced her thoughts back to the present situation .. . "I've thought about getting married, but there's so much to see and do ... I think I'll wait a few years, then see what happens."
The young waitress had already finished her drink, and rose to her feet to pour another, when Cindy said, "How long have you and Frank been married?"
"About three years," Norma Jean trounced across the carpet to the small bar next to the stereo. "Sometimes it seems longer . . . and then Frank does something nice, maybe he'll make love very gently to me, and it doesn't seem long at all!" She mixed two more drinks, put some low music on the stereo-tapedeck, and said, "How about you? Do you have anyone special?"
"I did, but I haven't seen him in a couple of weeks. Jack's nice .. . neither of us are serious about the other, but we've had a good time."
"What did you say his name was?" Norma Jean suddenly recalled the conversation she'd overheard between Archie Cleghorn and the Truett brothers.
"Jack Bowman," Cindy said.
The brunette waitress turned and looked at Cindy ... She knew Jack Bowman well. Cleghorn had mentioned him in connection with the young redhead . .. had said someone had heard Bowman boasting about how he'd seduced Cindy. She decided not to mention it, though there was no harm in saying she knew Jack.
"I've seen him around Dixie Hills. I must say, he's quite handsome," she handed Cindy her drink and dropped softly on the carpet next to her.
"I think so," Cindy felt herself blushing for the third time that evening. "I've known him for years. Jack teaches school in the winters. You must've seen him quite often to remember him."
"It's not hard to remember names and faces in my business," Norma Jean laughed lightly.
Cindy sipped her new drink, feeling the alcohol affect her senses, dulling them somewhat. They'd had a bottle of Chianti between them with their meal, plus some after dinner brandy, and now the scotch. Suddenly she had a desire to stretch out on the carpet and fall asleep right there. "I'm tired ... darn, if I'm not exhausted," Cindy said.
"You have a right to be, honey, after all you've been through."
"You've been great. It's wonderful to have someone to talk to," Cindy felt Norma Jean's hand come up from behind and touch her back.
"I can help you relax," Norma Jean said, "Maybe you'd like to tell me more about what those men did to you."
"The details are a little frightening," Cindy felt that weak trembling sensation run like quicksilver through her loins, as it always did when she thought about the shameless rape of her young body. "At first, I hated it. . . then something terrible happened."
"You started to enjoy it," the brunette said, a tinge of knowing lewdness entering her voice.
Cindy could feel Norma Jean's hands slipping to her shoulder and brushing softly through her cascading hair. The young redhead let out a soft sigh as the fingers massaged down the tensed sinews of her back and moved to her shoulder blades.
"This is just what you need. A rubdown to make the hurt go away. Frank does this to me when I'm especially strung out after waitressing," she whispered, and continued the caressive magic lower now, touching the small of Cindy's back above her rounded buttocks that were resting on a fluffed up cushion.
"You were right about enjoying it," Cindy couldn't help saying. "It's still something I can't understand ... If I don't want to like it, when a man does something like that, why should I?"
"It's biological. There's nothing you can do about it when a man pushes his long hard cock up between your legs."
"God,. .. It's strange, but even now I get excited, especially when you say it like that."
Norma Jean kep up the tender massaging of Cindy's tensed shoulders and back, moving her hands around in devilishly soothing circles up under her arms till her fingertips were almost touching the sides of her ripely swelling breasts. Cindy felt a shudder of erotic pleasure pass through her as she felt the tips of the brunette's nipples press intimately against her back. She drew forward an inch, but felt Norma Jean move with her from behind.
"You need real tenderness, after going through a shock such as you had," Norma said in a cooing voice. "That little pussy of yours must have gone through a heck of a lot that afternoon."
Cindy became immediately aware that there was something more than affectionate massage being done to her, but for a number of too obvious reasons she didn't want the other woman to stop!
"Sometimes, I wonder about myself," Norma Jean laughed and pulled away from the young girl's body.
Cindy sat up and turned around so she could see her girlfriend. Norma Jean was smiling, her lips moist and parted slightly. The top button of her revealingly low-cut blouse had come undone and Cindy caught a glimpse of tantalizing, lush cleavage.
"You're just normal, there's nothing wrong with you," she smiled, though inwardly she was wondering about herself in the same way. "I've heard lots of girls say the same thing. I guess it's normal to be attracted to other women. It's kind of flattering, to have someone else think you're sexy as well."
Suddenly, Cindy felt embaressed at what she was saying. The only time she'd actually felt the same emotion as she did now was when she'd been at Girl Scout camp in Tennessee one summer. She'd awakened one night and found another girl in her bunk, rubbing her knee against Cindy's young pussy. She'd pretended she was still asleep, and let the girl touch her vagina, coming to climax soon after her bed-partner had begun massaging her erect little clitoris and plunging her forefinger into Cindy's uncontrollably excited cunt. But now she felt different... the two of them were adults and they knew what they were doing.
"Well, time -for bed," Norma Jean stirred, her eyes twinkling suggestively as she stood up from the carpet.
The two girls went down the hall and Norma Jean showed Cindy to Frank's study, where Cindy would spend the night. It was decorated with mounted game Frank had shot or caught in the wilds -of Georgia. Above the bed, a huge large-mouth bass stared down at the two women, its eyes bulging as though it had terrible second thoughts the moment it was hooked.
Norma Jean left the room and came back with a light gauzy nightgown. Cindy changed quickly and shyly into the flimsy nightie, then her girlfriend said, "Lie down, Cindy, on the bed, I'll try to do a better job of massaging you this time."
The brunette's eyes were lust-hazed, and her full moist lips glistened in the indirect overhead light.
"I don't know," Cindy said nervously, unsure of her own emotions. 'This may be going a bit too far." The young redhead was like a teenager demurring at the prospect of being kissed on a first date.
Norma Jean came beside her, pushed her genly but firmly toward the bed, and tugged Cindy's nightgown over her head, leaving her totally naked. Cindy was on her stomach a moment later, with the nightgown thrown over the bedspread and Frank Simpson's wife straddling her rounded buttocks. The brunette's thighs were spread apart and her skirt pushed up, and Cindy could feel Norma Jean's warm vaginal mound scraping against the back of her leg.
"This is a touchy thing, you know. You have to put just so much pressure on the nerves and muscles to do the job. It feels okay, doesn't it?" the dark-haired girl asked.
"Oh, no, I mean yes, it feels really fine. So warm ..." Cindy tried to push aside any thought of the forbidden, the obscene from her mind.
Norma Jean's fingers worked their way down Cindy's naked back, her palms widespread as the massaged and caressed the smooth taut flesh. "After what you've been through, I bet you're really tensed up here," she said, lifting her weight and sliding her hands quickly over the twin white cheeks of Cindy's ass.
"Wow, it does feel nice," the trembling former college student answered; tensing and relaxing her buttocks as the girl plied and kneaded their curved softness. A low groan of unwanted desire bubbled out of her throat.
Suddenly, without warning, Norma Jean was pushing her over on her side and stroking her tautly quivering breasts, pausing to taunt her nipples into hardness with a knowing feminine touch. Then she was trailing a finger down her ribs as she shifted position until they were lying on their sides facing each other.
Cindy stared wide-eyed in the amber light at the voluptuously curved body of this woman whose intimate touches were both exciting and sending a tremor of fear through her body. The combined effect of the two emotions left her bereft of any power to act.
"I ... I don't understand," Cindy stammered as the dark-haired woman's strong, slightly taller body quivered hotly and pressed with licentious directness against her own.
"Quiet. . . you'll wake up the house," Norma
Jean giggled, and stood up from the bed. She undressed rapidly, tossing her skirt and blouse onto a chair. She undressed rapidly, tossing her skirt and blouse onto a chair. Then, with only a superficial modesty, she pulled off her black lacy brassiere, letting Cindy's eyes glance appreciatively up "at her large, gently uplifting mounds, before sliding down her matching black panties. She smiled as Cindy's eyes went from her pink-nippled breasts to her pussy mound. "Honey, just relax. I can make you happy. Very very happy, and in a way that only a woman can."
Norma Jean settled down on the bed and her hand came up and touched Cindy's cheeks. The innocent young redhead lay still while gentle fingers ran down over her lips and moved gently along them, and then over her chin to her long smooth neck. She shivered from the delicately tracing fingertips.
"Cindy, you're such a lovely girl, a beautiful girl. When we were in school together, I used to watch you with that crowd you hung around with. You were the best looking of the lot, as I recall. You should have heard what some of the boys said about you behind your back ... I always wondered how much fucking you got, whether you gave them a chance at that sexy little body?"
The remark jolted the auburn-haired girl. She didn't know how to answer ... of course, she'd let some boys do a little petting with her. "Did you?"
"N-no ..." Cindy stuttered finally, not really knowing if she could count the two times in college boys had made love to her.
"That afternoon, you must have enjoyed it when those men did things to you. As a matter of fact, you said you did. Did you suck anyone's cock? Why don't you tell me everything they did to you?"
Cindy lay unable to move, as though it were impossible for her to believe what was taking place; she'd heard of women who were this way, but she had never knowingly been in one's presence. But with Norma Jean it was different. There was something frivolous and fun-loving in her nature. Her friend didn't seem to take things like this seriously, so then, Cindy thought, why did she have to?
Again, the linotype operator's wife's hand dropped to one lushly formed breast and her face moved closer. Then . .. her lips closed over her own, gently at first, so that Cindy could feel the sharply delineated imprint, and then more eagerly. Cindy felt her own lips, rigid in the beginning, relax slowly under the pressure. Then as the tongue slipped wetly into her mouth, she seemed to give in completely and let her body follow it up, rubbing her sensually aroused cunt hard against the brunette's.
Norma Jean's hand continued to massage her tingling breasts with a woman's knowledge while
Cindy, dazed from the events of the past few days, her abused body still smoldering with the erotically aroused embers kindled deep inside her, found something tranquilizing in the other girl's attentions. She closed her eyes and began to tremble from head to toe, all alive with crazy flames dancing across her nerve ends. The teasing fingers raced over the moist sensitive flesh like devilish insect wings, taunting her to the point where any resistance would soon disappear.
"God, you're something," Norma Jean sighed, holding on tight and rubbing her naked body against Cindy's so that their lust-hardened nipples met and the soft warm breasts of one crushed voluptuously into the other.
Cindy felt Norma Jean Simpson's thigh raise up and her long tapering leg twine about her until the older girl's jet black pubic hair brushed warmly against her own wetly heated pussy. Abruptly, Norma Jean's hand was on Cindy's involuntarily squirming buttocks, pulling them apart, and slipping her fingers between them. The naked truck-driving girl jerked forward, her breasts squeezing against Norma Jean's softly trembling mounds, as the other girl caressed her tightly puckered anus with an extended middle finger. A moment later, Norma Jean was slithering down her responsively quivering body, rolling her on to her back and crawling up between Cindy's widespread trembling legs.
"No . . . don't," Cindy dropped her hands to her own insanely pulsing cunt and held her breath, trying to keep from making any sound? She could feel Norma Jean's soft hand running over her sensitive inner thighs, caressing them in a soft sensuous way, lingering over the insides and then- gently trailing up to where Cindy had drawn her hands over her vagina.
"You shouldn't have done that. We're friends, why can't we enjoy each other?" Norma Jean gave a little tug at the redhead's fingers which remained cupped at the moistened threshold of her femininity. Then, smiling softly, she added, "It won't hurt to let me touch you, baby. God, you're hot and I'm hot too. Just let me kiss that sweet little pussy."
She tried to pull Cindy's fingers loose, but the trembling young redhead clutched all the harder, pressing her own fingers into the soft flesh of her cunt, inadvertantly separating her desire-swollen vaginal lips in an effort to protect herself from this lesbianic seduction.
Cindy's whole body jumped as she felt Norma Jean's heated, wet tongue licking moistly on the inside of her straining thighs. She tightened her hands over her throbbing pussy, making a soul-rending moan. She could feel her clitoris becoming large and erect as it swelled under her finger. Norma Jean's tongue licked on and on, attempting to force its wet way between her fingers and causing little electric thrills to sizzle up and down her spine.
"Oh, oh, God, what are you doing!" Cindy groaned.
The more the tongue probed, the harder she resisted, realizing with a moan that her struggling was causing greater, more uncontrollable excitement in herself. "Pleeeeeasee ... Oh stop!" she sighed again, as Norma Jean's tongue began darting around, probing for an opening, relentlessly searching out a weakness.
Cindy, in order to prevent her, kept moving her fingers, but the desperate defensive movements only served to intensify her lewd pitch of arousal. Her hotly moistening cunt was now dilating around her fingers;' her protesting moans increased as Norma Jean's burrowing tongue found the one unprotected corner of her wetly quivering vagina and slowly forced Cindy's fingers to the side. A second later she was licking lustfully while Cindy gritted her teeth, fighting with what little moral force she had left not to give in!
Then, in a surprise move, Norma Jean darted her head lower and her tongue found the unprotected crevice of Cindy's tightly clenched buttocks. God, what on earth was that! Cindy's mind seethed as the tantalizing tongue licked lasciviously while Norma Jean's fingers worked to part and widen her defenseless ass-cheeks. Cindy gasped, moaned, and tossed her longhair from side .to side while the other girl worked her hands under her nakedly squirming buttocks to cup them and tilt her hips up ever so slightly. Then .. . Oh God! Cindy shuddered in ecstasy and shame as she felt the brunette's tongue-tip flicking hotly over the sensitive mouth of her tiny puckered anus. Then it was slithering in!
"Ohhhhh, nooooo ... I can't.. . you can't. Please!" Never before had she felt anything so lewdly exciting; it was dirty, perverted, forbidden. She had to stop Norma Jean, it was all a mistake . .. they must stop before it was too late.
She moved her hand to push the other girl away, but before she could complete her action, the brunette's mouth and tongue were working gluttonously on her unprotected cunt! Cindy twisted and turned in a futile effort to escape, but her frantic squirming soon lapsed into an undulating motion, a lewd and greedy upthrusting designed to get that long worming tongue deeper and deeper up between her hungrily pulsating pussy lips.
Her nakedly beseiged cunt was tingling with each delectable lick of Norma Jean's flicking wet tongue along her vaginal furrow. It was too good, too warm and exciting to resist anymore. The young redhead's mind flew back to what had been done to her only a few days ago by Harry and Ben, and instead of cringing with shame and humiliation at this additional assault she lifted her long trembling legs, wrapping her thighs around the other girl's head in an effort to bring that beautifully probing tongue deeper up into her insatiable little pussy!
The shamelessly aroused former college student didn't see the door to the bedroom open, nor did she hear Frank Simpson pad softly across the floor. The tall, slightly balding man had been standing outside in the hall for quite some time now, waiting for his turn at J.B. Taylor's luscious young daughter. .. and now he announced his arrival with a sharp grunt. He stood at the edge of the bed, his monstrous cock-head in obscene readiness in his hand.
Cindy felt his other hand touch her forehead, and looked up to gasp, "God . . . you!"
"Cindy . .. what the hell are you and Norma Jean doing in my den?" Simpson leered down at her, jerking his lust-inflated penis back and forth in his hand.
With a fogged vision, Cindy gazed up at him and moaned. For the second time that week she felt as though she were standing on some sheer precipice, about to be tumbled down into a lewd cauldron of total degradation. But suddenly it just didn't matter! She coursed her eyes over Frank's thickly distended cock, held like a red-hot poker in his hand, and swooned with rapture at the deftly licking tongue bringing a wild happiness to her cunt.
Let him watch us! she thought. . . . yes, I like having Norma Jean's husband watch her licking my cunt!
Norma Jean pulled herself up from between Cindy's legs and relaxed on top of the girl so that their large melony breasts were crushing against each other. The voluptuous brunette consciousness, she was loving the way the brunette's husband had forced her to move as he liked.
In front of her, Norma Jean raised her passion-slick cuntal mound and at the same time reached with her hands for Cindy's head. The helpless college student couldn't have moved if she'd wanted to! Norma Jean's fingers tangled in her long auburn hair, lovingly caressing her neck and urging Cindy's face forward. From behind she felt Frank's hands kneading the rounded half-moons of her ass with one hand while he traced a soft teasing path up between her quivering thighs with the other.
"Hold on now, Cindy," she heard his voice as though coming from a great distance. "Raise up that pretty little ass . .. easy does it, baby."
"I . .. oh, God," she mumbled into Norma Jean's parted thighs. The brunette pulled her face closer to her throbbing pussy, until Cindy's mouth was pressing directly on it; she opened her lips, in order to breathe, brushing them inadvertantly against Norma Jean's soft wispy pubic hair. Suddenly, she had an uncontrollable desire to kiss that cunt, to run her moist tongue around its palpitating little clitoris! She opened her mouth wider, tentatively flicking her tongue along the hair-lined vaginal furrow, feeling the ground her upraised buttocks, then thrust them down, rubbing her black-haired pussy against Cindy's quivering young cunt, _exciting the redhead to an almost mindless peak of passion. "Yeah, do it, honey, fuck Norma Jean with your cunt," she heard Frank say from above her. Cindy mewled with savage pleasure as Norma Jean continued to rub cunt against heatedly aroused cunt. The two lesbianically crazed women ground against each other in relentless erotic repetition as Frank crawled nakedly onto the mattress beside them. He sat down, running his hand over both women's writhing bodies, taking in each shadowy curve in the amber light with lust-dimmed eyes.
"Now, sit up," Frank wrenched his excited young wife from on top of Cindy's body. "Cindy, you kneel up doggy-style and Norma Jean, you lie down flat in front so she can eat your pussy while I fuck her from behind." "What?" Cindy could hardly believe what he was saying.
Frank forced the redhead into position with her full rounded buttocks up in the air. Norma Jean got in front, splaying out her slender legs and propping her girlish ass-cheeks on a pillow. "I can't... oh, God!" Cindy protested, but deep down, in some forbidden part of her girl respond automatically by squirming up her buttocks.
From behind, Cindy could feel Frank's fingers rubbing against her own heatedly excited pussy, bringing a wicked erotic pleasure to her brazenly exposed cuntal area. She wanted to resist, to pull up and away from the depraved married couple, but she couldn't - didn't know if she was capable of asserting her will even if she wanted to. The tingling sensation of Frank's extended middle finger, twirling ever so softly at her budding clitoris sent a lewd spasm up through her belly, telegraphing her tongue to lick harder at Norma Jean's cunt!
"That's it, honey. Suck it, suck my pussy," the brunette's eyes feasted on the sight of Cindy's nakedly kneeling body being mounted from behind by her husband. She tightened her grip on the girl's neck, drawing Cindy's mouth down till it pressed harder against her wetly pulsating vaginal lips. She could see Frank raising up on his knees, and then glimpsed his thickly veined cock-shaft held tightly in his hand. He was guiding the bulbously huge head up between Cindy's trembling thighs, and brushing it against her lubricant-moistened pussy lips.
"Oooooooooh ..." the helplessly pinioned redhead sighed.
"Yeah .. . open them legs a little wider, Cindy."
Norma Jean's husband placed his cock's tip in her vaginal split just below her clitoris.
Instinctively, she uplifted her buttocks, pushing back into Frank's hard flat belly. With a guttural sound, he thrust forward, the bone-like ridge of his long hard penis rubbing slickly at her puffy little pussy lips. He drew back, seating his male hardness at her nibbling vaginal opening, then plunged, without warning up into her rippling cock-hungry cunt!
"Shit," he moaned, fucking her from behind, forcing her face down between his wife's widespread thighs, while Norma Jean seized Cindy's long .red hair and ground her hips up, enveloping Cindy's cheeks and neck in a torturous thigh-hugging embrace that buried the girl's tongue to the depths in her wildly undulating cunt.
Cindy willingly let her face sink into the brunette's hungrily writhing pussy and licked and sucked for all she was worth! Behind her nakedly kneeling body, Frank grabbed the young redhead's swaying ass-cheeks and thrust his long thick cock far up into her wetly welcoming cunt once more. She felt its searing tip soar up through her spasmodically working vaginal walls until it struck the tip of her cervix.
This was too much!
The thought of behaving in such an animal way, of being so sluttish, drove Cindy nearly insane . . . there was absolutely nothing she wouldn't do!
Frank was tearing her inhibitions from her body, and then devouring them as he flexed the hotly bulging head once, twice . .. gulping her inner cunt away in mouthfuls of depraved sensuality. Her former being was leaving her and there was nothing left now but his steadily skewering cock in her hot sucking cunt, filling her with a wild, never-before-experienced sexual ecstasy.
In front of her, Norma Jean raised and lowered her wetly glistening pussy in crazy circles up against the redhead's mouth, sliding it beneath Cindy's darting tongue in lesbianic frenzy. The warm feminine fragrance of the waitress's cunt filled her nostrils with its exotic perfume; she could feel the hot hair-lined vaginal threshold dilate against her lips as if it were another mouth! Cindy plunged her tongue up into the tight elastic opening to the brunette's femaledom, enjoying the way the cuntal walls sucked around it, loving the way the wetly blushing pussy lips grasped it with delicious suction!
"Suck my pussy, Cindy . .. FUCK MY PUSSY WITH YOUR MOUTH!" Norma Jean moaned, and dove her fingers deeply into the girl's rust-flecked hair.
Behind her, Frank could feel Cindy's vaginal passage tightening and contracting in time to his wild, cunt-filling lunges. Abruptly, he increased the depth and intensity of his strokes, knowing his wife was about there, that he and the two women were about to cum all together.
"Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, fuck back, Cindy, fuck back hard!" he commanded in a passion-strained voice.
Norma Jean's husband looked down and watched the - redhead's ass-cheeks hollow and relax, the smooth globes of white flesh wedging nakedly against his hairy abdomen. Her back was sweat-streaked, the contours of her hips undulating as though connected by ball bearings to her narrowing waist: Her long red hair fell down along tanned shoulders, tousled in little burnished streaks that increased her depraved appearance. In front of Cindy, he could see his wife holding her own erotically swaying breasts, her nipples spiked out hard in her working fingers as the girl continued licking her cunt.
Damn! He'd never seen such a thing! Damn! Wasn't this something!
Everything was a wild blur in Cindy's mind; she could feel her inner vaginal muscles stretching and pulling to embrace Frank's throbbing thickness, straining them torturously as though this man's cock were the most gigantic penis in the entire world.
"Ooooooh," she mewled into the hair-fringed softness of Norma Jean's cunt. Suddenly, she knew she was going to explode into her orgasm. It was there, just around the corner, still teasing, forever tantalizing her!
Oh, God, just a little more! Immeasurable ecstasy began to flood through her tautly rippling belly and thighs. She began to fuck in unison with the husband and wife in crazier gyrations, her shamelessly aroused body and mind all centering on the fantastic churning sensations deep in her heated loins. God .. . she had never been this turned-on in her life!
Then she sensed that Frank's hugely swelling cock up inside her belly was about to explode, too. The thought excited her to a flaming combustion point and her wild gyrations became even more uncontrolled. His fucking thrusts into her insanely sucking pussy became almost brutal. Wilder and wilder he became, tossing her nakedly writhing body beneath him without consideration in his own obscene race toward orgasm.
"That's it; God, that's it, Frank. Fuck the daylights out of her, she deserves a good fuck!" Norma Jean urged her husband on.
Cindy's tongue wriggled around inside the brunette's gratefully accepting pussy as Frank began searing into her tight little cunt with body-jolting thrusts. She heard Norma Jean moan throatily, felt her body lift up and then fall, her sleekly straining thighs clinging with a fierce female strength around Cindy's neck ... "Shit . . . lick it, lick my pussy, cummmmmming, ooooooooooooh," the young wife chanted mindlessly. "I'm there!"
Suddenly, like a crack of sizzling lightning, Cindy's own orgasm was upon her. She began to convulse . . . and cum . . . and cum some more . . . almost unendingly. "Oh, it's . . . oooooh . . . AAAAAAAAAAAGH! GOD! Fuck me! FUCCCCCCCCCK MEEEEEEEEEE!" she vaguely realized that she was screaming, "Fuck me," over and over again like a broken record stuck in one groove.
Frank buried his madly jerking penis as deep into the wet velvety heat of her tight little cunt as he could, and felt his cock expanding to even greater dimensions. He had held back as long as he could . . . he'd seen Norma Jean's body flush red and become contorted, then had felt Cindy sigh and convulse beneath him . . . and now he gave one last, pounding thrust that sank right up to his pelvis, wet and matted with the juices that practically gushed from Cindy's madly jerking pussy.
The flood of his sperm - held back so painfully long - exploded in a white, steaming burst that filled her belly with his warm load of jism. Over and over - a dozen times or more - his rapidly deflating cock fired its white hot cum into her greedy womb before collapsing into a satiated rubbery rope of flesh.
Cindy's face fell forward on Norma Jean's firm thigh. At some point that she couldn't remember during her conscious-shattering orgasm, her girlfriend had come as well; now she was caressing Cindy's shoulder, making soft cooing sounds down at her.
Oh, it had all been wonderful, so fantastic! Why did it have to end?
But then, abruptly, she knew it wasn't over yet, for Frank Simpson's hands caressed her eagerly as he turned her on her back. And again she felt that hungry void being filled as his thick virile hardness slipped wetly into the tight little hole up between her eagerly widespread thighs . ..
"Wonderful," she mumbled, looking up at Norma Jean who was touching herself as she kneeled up on the side of the bed. "Wonderful! I could fuck all night."
"Honey, we will . . . Let's forget about getting up tomorrow morning," Norma Jean said, just as her husband began to stroke in and out of Cindy's voluptuous young body.
Chapter Five
Perhaps it was the way the sun shone at a low angle through the trees, or the shadow of a chicken hawk soaring over the ribboning tarmac road in front of her. Memories .. . startlingly clear recollections, they were ... and for whatever reason, young Cindy Taylor couldn't forget them. It was darn near impossible to erase from her mind what had happened to her that night she'd stayed with Norma Jean and Frank Simpson . . . or rape. It almost seemed that one incident led swiftly to another and then . .. there was the additional annoyance of not having seen Jack Bowman - whom she was beginning to think had two-timed her!
And so, when J.B. Taylor summoned the attractive former college student to his office and flew into a blind rage, she was at the end of her rope.
"You have committed the most grievous of sins," his voice quavered with anger. "No daughter of mine, no self-respecting girl of your upbringing can be expected to carry on the way you have."
She couldn't believe it! Her father didn't seem the least bit aware that she might not have had a choice in submitting that afternoon when the Truett brothers had raped her. "I'll go ... I can't talk to you, anymore," she said, turning towards the door of his office.
As she bolted tearfully into the lot, she could still hear her father's words ringing in her ears. Somehow she'd expected he would have understood; of course she'd hoped that the truth would never get back to him, but now that it had, she was beside herself with anger.
The summer's heat rose in shimmering waves, blurring Cindy's vision as she hopped into her rig. She turned on some loud Country Western music, and began driving aimlessly around. The trailer was packed with a produce shipment she was supposed to drive up to North Carolina, but she hardly felt in the mood for the long haul which would take all afternoon and the better part of tomorrow morning.
Out of stupid habit, the pretty redhead found herself on the thruway heading out of Atlanta. For God's sakes, she cursed herself, what on earth am I doing? Then she was barreling up through North Georgia, past the Chattahoochee Reservoir and into the lush green foothills of the
Appalachians. It was mid-August. Already, summer was coming to a premature end. A smudge of woodsmoke hung heavy in the air; the trees in higher altitudes were turning from yellow to crimson in a few places.
At midafternoon, she stopped off at a service station to freshen up and buy a Coke. It was one of those out-of-the-way places with the old hand-pump painted a bright new orange, and a few ancient looking men on coveralls sitting in the shade. Some chickens pecked around in the gravel beside a useless, caved-in garage.
Cindy's irritation with her father grew more intense as she hopped back into the truck and pulled out of the filling station.
She began thinking of ways to get even with the old man-! Even if she had enjoyed what Ben and Harry had done to her, how many girls wouldn't, she wondered, given the circumstances? It was only with Jack she'd given herself with no reservations, but even that now seemed sordid, as he hadn't contacted her since then. Maybe Jack had heard, as had her father, about Harry and Ben . . . perhaps Norma Jean had bad-mouthed her. Whatever the reason, Jack Bowman's name was now added to her list of former boyfriends.
On the roadside up ahead she saw a tall, lean figure, standing with thumb outstretched, a streak of long black hair blowing in the wind. Normally, she didn't pick up hitchhikers, but today the idea somehow struck her as exciting. "Where you headed?" the boy who couldn't have been more than seventeen or eighteen poked his face in the window of the cab after she pulled off the road.
"Get in," she smiled. "There are no turn-offs on this highway for another hundred miles."
They drove in silence for several minutes, then the handsome long-haired youth said, "To tell you the truth, I was getting damn scared. You get some pretty weird looks from people up here."
"I'm going as far as Salem, North Carolina," she said.
"I'll take it," he laughed. "It isn't every day I get a ride with a girl truck driver."
"It isn't every day I pick up hitchhikers. It's against state law."
"What are you doing driving a truck?"
"What are you doing hitching a ride way out here in the middle of nowhere?"
Cindy felt her palms perspiring against the steering wheel and suddenly, a lewd anticipatory tingle was racing down through her young loins. Try as she might, and she did try very hard, she couldn't get rid of the idea that she'd already chosen to do something that would change things, that would turn the events of her life completely around.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Russ .. . what's yours?"
"Cindy," she said, flashing him a bright smile. "You know, I think it's too late to find any motels, what's say we stop off somewhere along the road . .. and camp out for the night!"
"Okay by me," the young boy gave her a peculiar smile.
The truck jounced over a weathered crack in the pavement. Young Cindy could feel Russ's eyes appraising her poised, supple-fleshed body as it shifted in rhythm to the complex demands of her rig -. . .
"We'll wait till there's a nice place. Maybe a big field and a stream," she laughed nervously, knowing she shouldn't be doing this . . .but she was going to anyway!
They came to a big meadow and a stream up in the mountains just before sundown and Cindy was momentarily reminded of the clearing and trees where the Truett brothers had raped her on another summer's afternoon a month ago. But this was different. She liked Russ, she reassured herself and pulled off the road.
After Russ had made a fire, they roasted hot dogs he'd brought along in his back-pack and ate bacon and beans out of a can. The sparkling mountain air made everything taste delicious. Even the six pack of beer Russ cooled in the stream tasted good ...
After dinner, they lay smoking cigarettes quietly, and Cindy surreptitiously studied the handsome young hitchhiker in the light of the fire. Russ's skin was dark and there was a sculpted quality in his features. She looked at him and tried to conceal her nervousness as he undressed down to his jockey shorts in front of the dwindling firelight. God! she thought. . . I'm already turned on! Suddenly, he dropped from his standing position with a kind of animal poise and lay outstretched on his side in front of her. From the look of his strong calloused hands, and the bulging muscles of his biceps, the boy must have done some heavy work . . . maybe some weight lifting. His lean body rippled with sinewy muscles. There was a slight down on his chest, attesting to his youthful masculinity.
Suddenly, Cindy was thinking that she should go back to the truck . . . she could spend the night in the cab, while he slept out here. Across from her, in the deep velvety wilderness darkness, a firefly blinked on and off; the sound of the rushing stream a few yards from the clearing merged with the low murmur of her deep breathing.
She looked down, and saw his thighs . . . they were those of a well-developed man, and as she looked between them at his white jockey underwear, her belly and loins flamed with uncontrolled passion. She could see his cock was hard by the way the tight fitting shorts bulged out toward her.
"I should go back and get ready for the night in the truck," she said, abruptly sitting Up.
Russ laughed, flashing gleaming, perfectly straight teeth, then reached behind her and played with the long auburn-colored hair spilling down her.shoulders and back. She drew forward, and said, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing." he laughed.
She frowned nervously, and he imitated her expression.
"I really have to go," she said.
"Where to? You gonna leave me out here by myself? I'm scared of the lions and tigers."
"Only raccoons around here," she said as he touched her arm, feeling another hot flame of lust curling up through her belly.
She felt Russ's lips, moist and sensuous, kissing her arm, nibbling at the sensitive goose bumps of flesh, and she sighed, tentatively trying to pull away from him.
"No," he said.
He was kissing her neck now, licking his tongue along the suntanned skin until he was caressing below her ear, blowing hotly against the sensitive lobe. She tried to get up again, but he held her rigidly by the forearm, twisting himself toward her so that their lips met his tongue wormed wetly into her mouth.
"Lord," she said.
He laughed and kissed her again. It felt like thousands of little sparklers were ignited in her loins. In the pit of her belly the white-hot heat merged with a weak feeling she'd experienced only moments before. She felt him shift his weight, and then looked down to see he was squirming out of his shorts. In the pale moonlight she made out the length of his young hard penis. It was long and slender, with a few black pubic curls annointing its base.
Russ touched her hand and guided it to his erect cock. She tightened her hand into a fist, but as soon as she felt his pulsating hardness touch the ridges of her fingers, she unclasped her hand and instinctively wrapped her fingers around it. She began jerking the boy's slender, fully erect cock in one hand, and closed her eyes to listen to Russ breathing.
Suddenly, she felt his hands at her sweater, drawing it up over her head, then unclasping her lacy white brassiere. As she leaned forward to help him, she heard that warning voice that had come to her a few weeks before with Norma Jean at the Simpson's home. Then the cautioning voice dissolved into uncontrolled rapture.
The boy made grunting sounds as he kneaded and sucked the incredible voluptuousness of her breasts. She turned toward Russ, her nakedly quivering body laid out beside him on the soft grass, and continued stroking his eagerly throbbing cock, sliding the smooth flesh up and down in .a slow tantalizing rhythm that caused him to move his pelvis back and forth.
Cindy glanced into the darkness, now seeing two fireflies blinking on and off against the dim silhouette of trees. At the same time, moonlight radiated around them, making her. pale body look luminous, and Russ's appear smokily dark.
The young redhead rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her head a scant few inches from the warm, lust-inflated head of the boy's cock. This was what she hadn't done, she thought. . . almost everything has happened to me this summer but. . . She held the adolescent penis tightly between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing up-and-down motion that caused the boy's rock-hard buttocks to undulate in time to her maddening rhythm.
"Damn! Shit! That feels . . . gooood," the youth intoned to the sensuous figure kneeling provocatively over him.
Cindy's head dropped slowly toward the slender hardness of his cock and suddenly her tongue flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the slight moistness of the small opening at the end. "Jesus!" he sucked in his breath from the excrutiatingly pleasurable contact.
It had taken her some nerve to try it, but that first tantalizing swipe of her tongue had gotten the former college student going. Russ's lean stomach tensed and rippled. Cindy could see the sinews of his pelvis tightening spasmodically and she wondered if he'd experienced anything like this before. She imagined it was too much for his teenage mind to take in at once .. . then she realized, it was she who was the innocent one. There was no telling what people younger than her age were doing nowadays . . . the young redhead sensed him watching as she brought her ovalled wet mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole of his slim hard cock in a soft warm pressure that caused the bulbously throbbing head to become increasingly turgid and hot. Her lips tightened like a pink elastic band just below the pulsating cock-head, trapping his lust-thickened hardness inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth.
"Oooooh," he groaned, lifting his head from the earth and staring down at the older girl's passion-contorted face.
Cindy could tell that the sight of his sensitive cock-shaft sunk halfway between her greedily sucking lips increased the sensation a thousandfold for young Russ. She made all her movements deliberately provocative, touching her breasts for a moment, then caressing his almost hairless chest.
The teenager's young penis glistened like the wet limb of a sapling as it began to move in and out between the soft fullness of her encompassing lips. She massaged the velvety skin of his testicles with one hand, then moved the other hand down from his chest and stroked the base of his cock between her thumb and forefinger, as she began to suck rhythmically up and down on his saliva-coated rod of flesh.
"Yeah, go, go," the young teenager moaned at the softness of her tongue twirling with an obscene moist pressure around his cock-head at the apex of withdrawal, the tongue-tip dancing across the tiny opening at the end.
He flexed his boyish buttocks in the grass, his head still raised, his long black hair falling straight and loose across his forehead. His dark smoldering eyes hazed over as he watched the top of Cindy's head bobbing salaciously up and down below. The exciting vision of her mouth encasing his wildly hammering penis was almost painful in its lewdness.
Cindy could feel the throbbing reaction in his loins and began to suck a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting pole of flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the skin's surface. She shifted her position, without disengaging her wetly rounded mouth from his erect blood-engorged cock and kneeled on all fours between his obscenely opened legs.
Reaching under his tightly flexed buttocks, she cupped the rock-hard globes of flesh in her palms, pulling his jerking groin up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped around the warm bulbous head furiously until Russ made a grinding noise with his teeth. She knew he was near the bursting point as she took almost all of his rigid shaft deep in her throat.
Cindy continued the maddening sucking on and on, pausing at Jong intervals to take a gasping mouthful of breath, and then starting all over again, working over his young hairless body like a contented calf sucking on its mother's teat. Tiny rivulets of sweat were rolling from her naked breasts as she bucked wildly over the young boy, deliberately trying to make him spurt his white hot cum down her gluttonously sucking throat.
"Jesus Christ!" he groaned into the star-filled night.
The muscles on his stomach tightened until Cindy thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the soft grass, pushing even farther between the hot clasping moistness of the pretty redhead's lips. He groaned over and over again, his mouth working crazily and incoherent mutterings spitting from between his tightly clenched teeth. The moment was here, and a low, guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest. She caressed his sperm-swollen testicles with one hand, urging the impatient adolescent's cum to make its mad dash from its churning reservoir, then felt the first impatient spewings in hot thin streams exploding into her hungrily sucking mouth.
"Yeeeeeeow," he shouted, the tendons of his thighs stretching like those of a prisoner drawn tight on a rack.
The pretty young truck driver's cheeks expanded and hollowed fishlike as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding torrents to keep from choking. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his fresh warm sperm into the wetness of her mouth. His feverish hands tangled in her red hair, holding her head to the hot eruption of his loins as he rammed his madly jerking penis all the way down to her tonsils.
"Arrrrrgh," the young girl coughed, swallowing to regain her breath.
Russ moaned his last and then fell back, grunting in complete fulfillment. Gradually, his boyish cock deflated in her mouth, but Cindy continued the gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of the warm-tasting semen from the depleted young man.
They lay there quietly, each of them enjoying the delicious aftermath of sexual satisfaction for several minutes.
"You're damn good," he said.
She didn't say anything. Tears came to her eyes. She was thinking of Jack. . . damn him ... if only she could have done something like this to him. But Russ was good, and she did like him. "I liked it, too, Russ," she said, pulling on her brassiere and sweater after a long silence. She straightened herself in the embering light from the fire and looked up toward the truck. It was bright orange and blue and its aluminum siding glowed faintly beneath the thick canopy of stars overhead.
Chapter Six
Jack Bowman hadn't seen Cindy since sometime earlier that summer, though he'd thought about her often. One thing had led to another, and ... hell, he just kept missing her, when Cindy's rig was either headed north and he was going south, or when old man Taylor tried to give him the runaround about his pretty daughter.
Although he had a contract to return to his teaching job in an Atlanta high school that fall, Jack Bowman continued driving for Cindy's father. He'd sprouted a mustache, let his hair grow out until it hung shaggily over his collar ... and now, sported motorcycle boots and a leather jacket like most other truckers. He'd decided to write a novel about truck drivers and their way of life ... and the best way to do it, he thought, was to become one of them.
One evening in a trucker's bar outside
Atlanta, he ran into a fellow who told him some pretty wild tales about Cindy. Then, in another bar, some weeks later, the same story - about two truckers who'd had a go at her somewhere down in Alabama - made the rounds. Bowman didn't believe the stories, but it got under his skin that rumors about the lovely redhead were getting around.
Often, as he drove from Atlanta down to New Orleans, he'd start remembering her, and see her pretty, lightly freckled face in his mind's eye ... and gradaully he found himself thinking about her almost all the time.
Finally, out of sheer desperation, he decided to look up Norma Jean Simpson at Dixie Hills, to see what had happened to his former girlfriend. Doubts still lingered in his mind; he wondered whether rumor wasn't fact, whether the stories he'd heard about Cindy were close to the truth.
The Dixie Hills trucking center, south of Atlanta, was one of those full-service, motel-and-department store, chain-operated establishments constructed just off the wide, nonstop interstate highways. Like a miniature harbor, it stood above US 80, its neon sign offering shelter to the merchant wanderers who drifted and dropped anchor.
Bowman knew the place quite well. Outside the modernistic, glass paneled buildings, ten acres of paved parking lot were scattered with clumps and rows of trucks: cattle trucks, reefers, open-tops and tankers, five axle jobs, screw tractors, cab-over engines. It was here, at Dixie Phils, that an over-the-road man could find whatever he needed to service his rig: a fast lubrication job, a quick oil change, or a new set of tractor-trailer tires.
Inside the coffee shop sat Norma Jean, a cigarette in one hand, a cup of coffee in the other. She smiled when Bowman slid onto a stool in front of the counter.
"What's wrong, Jack? God, you look down in the dumps," she said, admiring Bowman's new reddish-blond mustache.
Jack ordered black coffee; Norma Jean pushed it across to him and he stirred it slowly, then set the spoon on the saucer's edge. "Nothing," he said.
Suddenly, the alluring brunette waitress was slipping around the outside of the counter. Bowman watched her young full breasts jiggle, her rounded buttocks waggle tightly against her close-fitting white skirt. She wore a blue-checkered apron that nipped in at her hourglass waist as she scooted onto a stool next to him. "If it's Cindy you're worried about, I can tell you she hasn't gone back to school. She's still the same truck-driving gal you knew last summer."
"I figured as much," he said.
"You've changed, Jack," she said.
"Thanks a lot," he said.
"No, really. I like your new style. You were always the stuffy school teacher."
She touched his knee lightly, then removed her hand as he turned distractedly toward her. Jack was thinking he just might find out what was going on with Cindy ... where she'd been hiding herself, and why she hadn't gotten in touch with him... if he could get through to Norma Jean.
But now she was turning on the charm, making his blood boil when he'd wanted to stay cool, detached and just a little bit ornery.
"What do you know about Cindy? I mean, has she asked about me lately?" he said.
"Wouldn't you like to know. Some people have all the nerve. What do you take me for, an old gossip?"
"You get around, Norma Jean." "/ don't get around. Word just gets around to me," she laughed and lit a cigarette.
Again, she touched his knee and a wild tingling went down into his loins. Norma Jean had been flirting with him ever since he'd started coming in to Dixie Hills a few summers ago. He looked down the counter and saw a couple of truckers looking at him and the young brunette waitress. Damn! At this point, he didn't want word to get out to Cindy, as he believed it would, that he'd been seen with the pretty Simpson girl. The best thing to do, he figured, was to get out of the restaurant with Norma Jean and have a talk with her where things would be private.
"You want to ride around? You know, take a little afternoon drive out into the country?" Bowman found himself saying.
"Jack, honey ... there's nothing I'd like better," she again brushed his leg, this time clamping her hand firmly on his muscular thigh.
A few minutes later, Jack Bowman was driving south down Interstate 80, out of Atlanta with the young well-endowed brunette at his side. She leaned close to him, her breath grazing his neck, making his cock thicken into ponderous erection against his pants.
"There's a turn-off ahead," she pointed to a parallel road that ran alongside the superhighway, and went off into the trees.
He veered left up the side ramp and then was coasting down a deserted country road. They drove for some time, following the tarmac up into some hills that overlooked the Chattahoochee river valley.
"Now, suppose you tell me about Cindy," the blond truck driver said after they'd turned onto a deserted dirt road and parked. "What's this business about her putting out for those guys down in Alabama?"
"Whatever you heard about her's only half-true," Norma Jean said. "She's still more interested in you, honey, than anyone else!" "Still, I don't get it."
"The girl's a little flustered and rightly so, I guess. Cindy thought you two had some kind of affair going ... then she found out different." "I guess she thinks I told every trucker this side of Houston about the time down in Biloxi," he said.
"Whatever happened, she's in no mood to see you. At least not now ... at least not until she can be sure about you."
"I don't like the sound of that," he said. "Hold on, honey. I think I can do some arranging ... that is if you'll play fair with me." "Shit, Norma Jean!"
"Frank and I are going down to Jekyll Island next weekend on a fishing trip. Ronnie Simmons and Marcia Guthrie, that cute little blonde who waitresses with me at Dixie Hills, are coming along. Two couples are fun ... but three would be fantastic!"
"Count me out," he sneered. "All right. -I'll find someone else. Cindy can always come with Ronnie. Losing Marcia wouldn't really be a sacrifice."
"You're talking about one of those party things ... a sex party," Bowman said.
"Call it what you like," her dark eyes narrowed at him. "You sure have a strong negative reaction to seeing Cindy again." "Well, I'll think about it." "Now that we're here, why don't you kiss me?" she said.
"What?"
"You heard what I said. I always wanted to be made in the front seat of someone's truck."
"You're married. You got to be crazy," he said.
"You're the first male prude I ever met," she laughed.
"I take that as a goddamn challenge," he said.
"That's what I meant it to be."
"All right," he drew her close to him.
"Then kiss me ... put your arms around me,"
Norma Jean said, feeling his eyes studying her generously curving profile as he slipped back to the side for a moment. Above her short skirt tugging at her flat abdomen and small girlish waist, she wore a tight white blouse that clung like a second skin to her lushly ripened breasts.
Her wavy blue-black hair spilled softly around her shoulders, and from the side her facial features were perfectly proportioned. She sat closer to him now, her breasts pressing enticingly forward. Jack nudged closer to her side, beginning to stroke his hand down the slim uncovered arm curving nakedly out of her tight sheer blouse.
Norma Jean liked his tentative approach. It was so much better than the way old Frank manhandled her... It reminded her somehow of the way a teenager might attempt a pass at his innocent young date. She could hear his breath deepening rapidly in his mounting arousal, and his strong hand felt good on her skin, sending little tingles of excitement down the sensitive nerve ends.
"You like my tits?" Norma Jean said. He didn't say anything, and the wicked shivers of lewd pleasure warming across her skin increased. An excitement was growing inside her that was made all the more intense by the realization she was doing it without her husband, Frank, knowing about it. She and Frank had an agreement that either of them could play around as long as the other knew about it... but it seemed so much more fun when they went at it this way, illicitly.
Jack's large hand gradually worked its way up the outside of her blouse to her full mounded breast, excitedly massaging the sensitive flesh through the soft fabric. She sighed when his fingers began tweaking at her responsively budding nipple, and the obscene pleasure escalated to a salacious level she could hardly stand. "Yesssss, oh, squeeze my nipple like that, make it hard with your fingers, Jack!" she couldn't help saying.
Trembling helplessly, she turned her head and met his lips in a crushing embrace. Her tongue slipped between his teeth into his warm, welcoming mouth, probing uncontrollably as the desire she'd been harboring for her best-friend's boyfriend began to flicker Uke heat lightning inside her belly.
"Ooooooooooh, Jack," she sighed, letting his other hand slip down to her waist and then up under her blouse. He wormed his hand into the cup of her nylon brassiere, squeezing her other ripely rounded mound, kneading the firm flesh between his fingers.
Suddenly, they broke the kiss and she felt his hand drawing her blouse up over her head, then unclasping her lacy brassiere. As Norma Jean leaned forward to help him, a banking pleasure flamed fiercely through her young loins.
Jack's eyes widened as the young brunette's large breasts leaped and jellied in front of his face. He half-gasped, half-growled as he stared hungrily at the firm-fleshed mounds; consistent with the young waitress's slightly blushing complexion, her small round nipples were the palest of pink, delicate and finely formed.
"Damn, you've got a great body, beautiful tits," he continued staring at the twin white peaks of young flesh.
Norma Jean started to say something, but was cut off as he began to knead and suck the incredible voluptuousness of her breasts. She turned to him on the cab's seat, her half-naked body quivering beside him as he continued sucking her responsively throbbing breasts, sliding the stiffening nipples up and down in a slow tantalizing motion.
Behind them, they heard a car coming down the long gravel road to where the cab turned in towards the woods.
"Oh darrm it," Norma Jean said, struggling hurriedly into her blouse.
Jack slipped back to his own side of the cab. Then there was the sound of wind blowing through thistle and pine; Norma Jean looked past Jack's shoulder and saw gray clouds with jagged edges gathering over the tree-lined horizon.
Jack's eyes followed the blue Ford as it rushed past them. It raised billows of dust as it disappeared out of sight, but he knew the moment for making Norma Jean Guthrie had passed ... at least temporarily.
"Christ, Norma Jean. Let's not stop now!" he gave it a try anyway.
"Look, Jack," she said, rearranging herself on the car cushions beside him. "I was serious about us getting you together with Cindy again."
"Right now I'd just like to get together with you." �
"Well, maybe that could be arranged too ... if you come to the party."
"Okay, I believe you," he shrugged, exchanging a secret grin with her before the pretty waitress turned forward. The trees behind her, darkening in a flash of shadow cast from the gathering clouds overhead, formed a perfect silhouette to her curvaceous profile.
"The only thing is," he began to back out the truck, "Will Cindy want to see me?"
Chapter Seven
The young pretty redhead could hear her father's footsteps coming down the hall. "Honestly, Norma Jean, I just can't," she said in a lowered voice over the phone in J.B. Taylor's study.
"Why not, for God's sakes ... ?"
"You don't understand my father," Cindy interrupted. She could hear his whistling outside the door. Did he know about the planned trip? "He hates Jack," she said, twisting the phone cord about-her wrist. "The only reason he's keeping him on the job now is he's got that damn contract."
There was a pause at the other side of the line. "You mean J.B. thinks Jack put you up to that business down in Alabama?" Norma Jean finally said.
"I don't know. I do know that he's scared silly. I can't say I blame him, though."
"Damn your father," her girlfriend said.
"That's not very nice, Norma Jean."
Silence.
"I mean, I've had some pretty wild experiences this summer, and he doesn't even know about half of them!" Cindy said.
"This weekend'll blow your ever-lovin' mind!" Norma Jean said.
"Can't you get it into your head I'm practically under lock and key in here?"
Wednesday came and Cindy was still undecided about getting. together with Norma Jean and Frank and their friends at Jekyll Island. She mooned around the house all day, feeling sorry for herself and tried on some fall dresses she'd bought with money she'd have spent on tuition if she'd gone back to college. The idea of seeing Jack again, on top of the "static" she'd been getting from her parents sent a flurry of mixed emotions through her. She had a feeling Jack had bad-mouthed her after they'd made love on the gulf coast, and if he hadn't done any such thing, she expected she'd be even more ashamed at having word get back to him about her promiscuous behavior.
Wednesday night, she tossed and turned in bed, not getting to sleep until the sun peeked through her bedroom window. She awoke a few hours later when a knock at her door and shuffling footsteps down the hall signaled her mother thought it was high time she got up. Last night she'd slept in the nude, and the sight of the sheets wrapped about her curvaceous legs and folded softly about the ripe mounds of her breasts sent an involuntary shudder of sensuality through her.
Then, she saw the envelope her mother had thrust through the partially opened door onto the floor in front of her bed.
DEAR CINDY,
I KNOW YOU THINK ALL THIS IS CRAZY BUT I'M JUST DYING TO SEE YOU WHEN NORMA JEAN SAID THERE WAS A CHANCE WE COULD GET TOGETHER AGAIN I REALLY FLIPPED OUT. NO HARD FEELINGS ABOUT THE PAST, OKAY? AND DON'T LET OLD MAN TAYLOR KNOW A DAMN THING ABOUT WHAT'S GOING ON. HE'D THROW A DAMPER OVER ALL OF IT, AND THAT WOULD DESTROY ANY CHANCES WE'D HAVE OF SEEING EACH OTHER; I STILL THINK OF YOU AND ALL THE GOOD TIMES WE COULD HAVE HAD AND STILL MIGHT HAVE TOGETHER.
LOVE, JACK
Cindy set the letter down onto her bureau and half-floated, half-walked in a dazed semicircle in front of the full-length mirror beside her bed. She pulled on her nylon brassiere and could see her little nipples stiffening into passionate erection against the sheer cloth. She could feel a slight moistening at her pussy and a telltale tingling below in her young thighs that signaled an arousal over which she had no control... Of course, she did want to go through with it, though getting out of the house would take some doing.
Cindy's father acted as though he knew all about the planned trip to Southern Georgia. Friday morning he stalked her around the house like a private detective and when she went out for cigarettes, he even volunteered to drive her the two blocks down to the drug store!
But things did work out so that they sexy auburn-haired girl was able to ease out of the house Friday evening on the excuse that she was checking out her rig at the company's service shop. She'd packed her overnight bag in the cab of her rig, and merely parked the truck outside the shop, taking a taxi, and then met Norma Jean and Frank in the car downtown.
"Marcia and Ronnie are meeting us at Jekyll Island," the alluring brunette said, giving Cindy a peck on the cheek after she'd hopped into the back seat of Frank's Plymouth.
Marcia was a waitress, like Norma Jean, at the Dixie Hills Coffee Shoppe, but all Cindy knew about Ronnie was that he worked with Frank Simpson.
"Ronnie's a linotype operator ... like old Frank here," Norma Jean smiled back at her.
Cindy smiled back, but didn't say anything. Now she could feel Frank's eyes constantly flicking at her in the rear-view mirror, probably remembering the night she'd spent with him and Norma Jean. That had really been a strange experience. But this weekend, she sensed, would be equally far out, though, exactly in what way, she wasn't quite sure.
Although it was mid-October, Jekyll Island was still experiencing delightful summer weather. Cindy'd never been on the southern coast of Georgia before, and the Spanish moss dripping from gnarled cypresses along the meandering streams separating the island from the mainland gave everything a misty appearance. They arrived at the elaborate motel complex after a long night's drive from Atlanta.
Frank and Ronnie had rented out a suite of rooms that faced the ocean, but neither Marcia, Ronnie nor Jack had arrived, and Cindy flopped down on a bed and slept through the morning and afternoon. She awoke at dusk as the sun was dropping behind the horizon, a fat yellow bulb, sending pinkish rays of light through the gauzy bedroom curtains.
She heard sounds in the next room, and listened for Jack, but she heard only Norma Jean's throaty voice and then more indistinguishable laughter. Getting up, she brushed out her hair, and did a rapid make-up job - just a hint of rouge and lipstick - and entered the main living room, now illuminated by electric lights. According to the clock on the wall, it was already eight in the evening
Frank was wearing his swimsuit. Norma Jean had changed into a revealingly tight bikini... and a younger man, obviously Ronnie, lounged in a bathing suit on the sofa with a drink in his hand. He was a short, stocky young man, somewhere in his late twenties. Marcia, a blonde rather slightly built girl dressed in a two-piece swimsuit, sat at his feet on the carpet...
"Jack's still down on the beach," the brunette waitress said after Cindy had poured herself a glass of Southern Comfort from the bar. "I think he's shy or something."
"Don't worry about Bowman," Frank muttered.
Cindy settled down into an easy chair by a wide picture window that overlooked the darkened beach. She glanced out at the white dunes, silvery in the gathering night and the curl of surf illuminated by moonlight. Suddenly, she wished she hadn't come here ... she'd hoped to have seen Jack and to have gone off with him somewhere, but now that seemed impossible. He's certainly playing hard to get, she thought. "I hear that you're a truck driver," Ronnie's voice abruptly broke her from her thoughts.
"That's right," she tried to give Frank's friend her hard-as-tacks look.
"I never met a girl truck driver... never even heard of one," he chuckled and stared across the room to where she was sitting.
Cindy glanced up at the man, not knowing whether she liked him or not, although there was a touch, masculine quality about him that turned her on, in spite of herself. "Well, sometimes its interesting," she said, "But mostly, it's a bore."
Ronnie sipped his drink. "From what I hear, you've made the best of it."
So he knows, Cindy thought, I bet Frank blabbed EVERYTHING!
Though she was dressed in a blouse and slacks and the others were still wearing their swimsuits, she felt almost naked with Ronnie staring hard at her full ripe breasts the way he was. Her throat was dry from nervousness; she drew again on her drink and it went down smoothly. She could sense her body relaxing quickly as the alcohol infused her with its warmth. "Maybe I'll write a book about it some day," she forced a laugh:
Marcia, Ronnie's date, said, "Do you have any-trouble with other truck drivers? I see them eyeing you a lot in the shop."
"Not at all," Cindy told a blatant lie, surprised the young blonde waitress hadn't heard about the rape. At least. Norma Jean had been more closed-mouthed than her husband.
Then there were footsteps on the porch outside the living room and Jack was coming in the door, He went straight to the bar, tossing his beach towel onto the carpet in front of the pretty blonde, and poured the last of the Southern Comfort into a whiskey glass.
"Welcome to the club," Frank said, dropping some ice cubes into Jack's glass.
Cindy couldn't help looking at her former boyfriend and felt the others glancing at her. She was the only one who wasn't wearing a swimsuit, and it made her feel funny, though she certainly didn't care what they thought at this point!
"The bass are running," Frank said. "Looks like we'll have a good day tomorrow."
"Old Frank's caught some whoppers down here, haven't you, honey?" Norma Jean said.
Her tall, lean husband's eyes twinkled. "Did I ever tell you about the time when ..."
"Hey, before you get started," Ronnie interrupted what sounded like it was going to be a long boring fishing tale. "I'd like to show Marcia that -water bed in the next room."
"A water bed?" Marcia's eyes suddenly sparkled.
Everyone laughed. Then, Marcia, realizing she'd said something silly, blushed and stood up from the carpet where she'd been kneeling, and said to Ronnie, "I've never seen one of those things before. They must be something."
"For Christ's sakes, come and take a look," Ronnie said. "Frank and I put a couple of weeks salary into renting this place."
One by one, everyone but Cindy and Jack disappeared through the door on the opposite side of the spacious, modernistically furnished living room. Cindy sat with her highball glass clutched nervously in one hand, an embering, unsmoked cigarette in the ashtray beside her.
"You get my letter?" he said.
Not knowing whether to be angry or delighted that he'd finally spoken to her, she didn't say anything. Then, the pretty redhead wished she had, as Jack had gotten up and had gone into the next room. She heard more laughter and saw the flickering light of a fire coming through the opened door from the adjoining room. Finally, out of sheer curiosity, she also got up and peered into the fire-lit bedroom. Animal rugs were tossed around the floors, and a fire crackled in a huge hearth casting a lurid glow on the figures that reclined on the circular bed in the center of the room.
Norma Jean was standing in front of the fire, and the others were looking at her. Her long tapered legs stood out pinkly molded by the warm blaze. In the rosy light, her ripely jutting breasts were shadowy and sensuously heaving, as though the young brunette were responding to some inner excitement. She bent to toss another log onto the fire, and her bikini panties slipped teasingly into the crevice of her buttocks.
"C'mon, Cindy. We're all almost naked ... you make us damn uncomfortable," she said, her lushly ripened ass-cheeks joggling slightly as she sat down on the rug in front of the fire.
"What's this all about?" Cindy said.
"She means you're messing up all our fun," Frank was sitting close to the petite blonde waitress on the circular, fur-covered water bed.
"Let her do what she wants," Ronnie said, a tone of disgust in his voice.
"I don't know. I think I'll go for a walk."
"Cock-tease!" Ronnie said.
"Watch your goddamn language," Jack said.
Cindy felt terribly alone. Never had she felt quite so out of things as now, standing by the door in her white blouse and sweater in a room full of practically naked people. She glanced at the three men on the bed, almost surrounding young Marcia, who looked as frightened and alone as Cindy felt. Frank was sitting straight up behind her, his legs pulled up so his knees rested on the sleek curvature of the petite blonde's back. The air seemed supercharged with sexuality ... Cindy could feel it crackling along with the fire in the huge hearth. Deep down in herself, there was something that begged for release, but with a shudder, she rested against the molding of the door, attempting to quell the responsive flames that leaped momentarily through her young loins.
"Too fucking, fucking bad!" Ronnie drunkenly reached for his glass of Southern Comfort on the bed table. "Cindy, baby, you're a beautiful girl, but you just don't rate. Anybody who cops out at a time like this just doesn't rate."
"Leave her alone," Norma Jean said.
If only to stop the ridicule from the others, Cindy began undoing her slacks ... well, there was nothing else to do, she reasoned, though when she took off all her clothes it would be different, as they were wearing swimsuits, and she'd been in her skimpy underwear. Then, a secret thrill coursed through her, something that she couldn't conceal and a smile swept across her face. She pulled her slacks down her long slender legs, delighting suddenly in the stares from the others. Her young buttocks jounced resiliency as she walked across the room and deposited her slacks on a chair on the other side of the water bed.
"Bravo!" Frank and Ronnie applauded in unison.
Abruptly, she felt a hand come from behind her. .. It was Norma Jean! She pivoted and faced the devilishly attractive brunette who was presently standing in front of her. "Watch me!" Norma Jean said.
The young waitress reached behind her own back to undo her black bikini brassiere. The snaps gave and the silky black straps slipped down her white shoulders, releasing her large, firmly set breasts. They bounced and swayed provocatively together as she tossed the brassiere onto the chair where Cindy had thrown her slacks.
Marcia, on the bed, was doing the same. The demurely pretty blonde giggled and wildly pulled off her pink bikini brassiere in a matter of seconds, leaving her slender young body entirely naked, except for her pink panties. Kneeling, she settled back against her feet on the bed, her breasts small and rounded, but in perfect proportion to her tautly curving buttocks and lithe, delicate body.
Cindy hesitated, remembering the night with Frank and Norma Jean and the disasterous consequences that had ensued in Frank's study. But she forced the thought out of her mind and stripped quickly from her outer clothing and lacy white brassiere, feeling a sensation of freedom and lewdly exciting abandon surging through her. Her proudly swelling breasts jiggled and danced as she moved, and she could feel people watching her - avidly eyeing the large melony orbs of her breasts that stood up, even without her brassiere, their small pink nipples poking out in the warm air.
"Shit!" she heard someone say in the half-darkness.
Then Frank Guthrie was lurching playfully from the bed toward his wife, trying to pull off the sheer black bikini panties that barely covered her loins. Cindy moved out of the line of attack, quickly, her head in a whirl, and tried to catch her former boyfriend's eye.
What did Jack think of all this? she wondered.
Now Norma Jean was squirming backward across the floor on her buttocks, giggling hilariously while her husband tried to break through her flailing hands to the tight elastic waistband that was cut low across her abdomen. "Damn, you're a real alley cat. She puts up a fuss, don't she Ronnie?" he leaned back suddenly, grabbing Norma Jean's feet in a surprise move that jerked her, laughing, flat on her back. Before she could recover, he was over her splayed-out form, tearing the flimsy cloth down her kicking legs and off her ankles, and waving the panties triumphantly in the air.
Cindy stumbled across the two writhing bodies to the bottle of Southern Comfort on the mantel and poured herself another glass. The room seemed to blur around her. She stared into the fire and saw bodies spinning in the reflected firelight glow. Later, she vaguely remembered catching a glimpse of Frank's long thick hardness straining against his swim trunks, but attributed it to an illusion caused by her lightheadedness. She saw Jack, on the edge of the water bed, staring at her almost naked young body, and felt a mixture of discomfort and excitement which confused her further.
Marcia, the young blonde waitress, was sitting beside Jack now, and it made Cindy jealous. Then, her attention was again diverted by Norma Jean who was playfully lurching after Frank's bathing suit, and when the brunette had fallen back she caught a glimpse of Simpson's long white penis standing out stiffly in full erection from his naked loins. It looked as big as a telephone pole as it jutted out from his hairy pelvis, rock-hard and waving menacingly.
"Damn, Cindy! You've seen it before!" she heard Frank say, and she realized she was gaping and tore her eyes away.
Turning, she saw Ronnie Turner coming after her. Up till now, she'd been frightened out of her wits by everything, though she'd still found it exciting. Now, for some reason, the situation struck her as incredibly funny, and she was laughing all the while she struggled across the rug on her stomach with him pulling her panties from her hips and finally stripping them off her long legs. She looked up to see Norma Jean going after Jack, and Frank after Marcia.
"Oooooooooh, for God's sakes, this is... " the small blonde shrieked as she clung to the side of the water bed, still giggling, and Simpson jerked off the last vestiges of her modesty in shreds.
Somehow, everyone ended up on the water bed together. Afterwards,- it seemed to the young curvy redhead that it was all planned, but now everything seemed completely spontaneous. The room became a whirlpool of laughter and movement for an indeterminate amount of time, until everyone seemed to collapse on the bed exhausted.
"Who's leg have I got?" a male voice said.
"That's mine, you jerk," another man responded.
"Sorry. Now, whose is it?"
"Someone's putting his hand where he shouldn't," Norma Jean giggled.
"I guess I got what I was looking for," Cindy heard Jack say.
Gasping for breath, the young redhead lay her cheek against the soft fur bedspread and tried to still the wave of laughter the Southern Comfort kept surging through her. She could feel Ronnie Turner edging closer and closer to her as she lay on her side, her back to the crackling fireplace. The warmth of the leaping flames soon joined with the luxuriancy of the resiliently soft water bed and Cindy felt herself almost drifting off to sleep. She felt soft and cozy and wouldn't have been aware of her nakedness, but for the pleasure it brought her, the feel of the waterbed molded to her young body, penetrating deep inside her ... relaxing her ... soothing her.
Ronnie Turner was behind her now, not quite touching her, but only inches away, his stocky body shaped to hers like two spoons fit together. She opened her eyes, fighting off sleep, wanting to stay in the same mental state she was so enjoying now. In the process, her eyes caught on Frank, on the other side of the huge water bed. He was lying next to Marcia, stroking his hands over her trimly rounded buttocks as she lay on her side. Frank's body was behind the petite blonde, but Cindy had no trouble seeing him, since he was so much larger than the small waitress. As they lay facing Cindy, the bright orange flames lighted them well, and she saw
Marcia resisting the married man's attention, though not with any great effort. Cindy thought she should look away but she couldn't - she felt almost hypnotized by the salacious spectacle, and she was too curious.
As she lay on her side, Marcia covered her budding breasts with her hands, trying to protect them from Frank Simpson's fingers moving over her nakedly curving hips and steadily upward. His fingers dug under her covering palms to grasp her round, high-set breasts, and simultaneously the rest of his tall nude body pressed up closer from behind against the young waitress's ripely curvaceous form.
Cindy trembled involuntarily as she felt Ronnie Turner's hand stroking a delicate line, back and forth, over the side of her naked thigh and flaring hip. At the same time, he eased up behind her until his body was pressed flat against her own, causing the water bed to ooze excitingly beneath them. She felt an unmistakable hardness against her buttocks... it seemed to jerk and grow larger against her tingling ass-cheeks as his hand continued to stroke gently, methodically, over her hip. She twisted slightly, and the long stiffness slipped into the fleshy crevice between her buttocks, where it swelled to even bigger proportions. She started to wiggle forward but couldn't without being obvious. Instead, she opted for pretending not to notice, hoping that no one else would either.
Just as she was going to look for her ex-boyfriend, the scene between Frank Simpson and the young waitress caught her eye. Frank had rolled the slightly built blonde over face-down on the water bed and was crawling up between her fearfully trembling legs from behind as she lay on iier stomach. His long hands were spreading her white resilient ass-cheeks apart, and suddenly he lowered his head to lick his tongue between the shadowy crevice of her buttocks!
Cindy gasped as she saw her friend's husband obscenely darting his tongue between the girl's nakedly quivering ass-cheeks, his huge cock poling downward as he bent forward, rubbing against the fur bedspread covering the water bed. Struggling, Marcia tried to squirm away, but it was useless.
Momentarily, he released her buttocks and moved his hands under her slender waist to jerk her up to her knees, positioning the soft moons of her ass directly in front of his visibly throbbing penis. Cindy watched in amazement as he leaned down to her upraised buttocks again, using his tongue to wetten the split between the two fleshy globes.
What is he doing? What's going on? Cindy wondered in an alcohol-induced haze.
More than anything Cindy was hypnotized by Frank's long thick cock. It seemed enormous ... bigger than she remembered from that night he had eagerly fucked while she made lewd oral love to his wife. And now, as he licked and wetted the violently trembling young waitress's anal crevice, he was massaging his impatient hardness in his free hand to even more monstrous proportions. Cindy felt that what she was watching wasn't real somehow, and although the girl struggled and seemed to be sobbing, Cindy felt no call to help her. Instead, she watched totally engrossed as Frank released his throbbing pole of flesh from his hand and began to rub it squarely between the waitress's wildly shaking buttocks.
What's he going to do? Why is he in back of her?
Cindy was so enraptured by the salacious scene occurring in front of her that she didn't notice Ronnie's hand moving from her hips, down over her own buttocks, and in between her firm upper thighs. Suddenly, noticing, she jerked, but it was too late; his hand was already inserted between her thighs from behind, his fingers lightly grazing over her sparse dark pussy hair.
Before he had been nudging against her from behind, but now Cindy bolted at the thought that others would see the lewd things he was trying to do to her. She pulled a pillow down on the mattress in front of her naked abdomen, and clamped her thighs tightly together. But her moment of distraction merely provided him the opening he needed, and by the time she had rearranged herself his hand was deep up between her legs, steadily fingering her surprisingly wet cuntal lips from behind.
Cindy felt an indescribable shudder of excitement race through her sensually awakening body as his hand caressed the wet flesh between her inner thighs. She reached around behind herself to pull his hand away by the wrist but the strong grip he had on her couldn't be broken, no matter how hard she tugged. Her eyes flashed around the room for Jack Bowman, wanting to discover if he had noticed, and she got the shock of her life!
All thought of the young linotype operator's hand gently massaging her defenseless vaginal furrow faded before the image of Norma Jean Simpson and Cindy's former boyfriend. The voluptuous brunette had crawled over Jack's naked body and-was straddling him, her face poised directly over his long white cock which reared straight up out of his abdomen like a small flagpole. Norma Jean reached down for his fully erect penis and guided it to her wetly opened mouth. Cindy held her breath as she saw the huge bulbous head of her ex-boyfriend's cock make contact with Norma Jean's wetly parted lips. The dark-haired woman moved the thick fleshy shaft around in front of her beautiful face for a moment, breathing softly against its lust-swollen head, and then with a hungry sigh, enveloped the mushroom-shaped tip with her warm wet mouth.
Jack's hotly throbbing cock slid up into the warm suction created by Frank's wife, and it made a lewdly wet sound as it entered. Norma Jean lowered her head down on the rigid rod of flesh all the way, until Cindy could see nothing but a small bit at the base protruding from the stretched pink lips surrounding it. Norma Jean began a slow up and down movement with her cheeks convulsing and expanding as she worked her way back up Jack's cock until just the tip of his rock-hard penis was left inside her warmly enclosing mouth. Then, with a loud sucking noise each time she made the movement, she dropped her face back down on him, impaling her mouth completely with each long smooth stroke.
Cindy wanted to reach out and tear them apart, but she knew she had no right. Jack could do what he wanted!
She was distracted by Ronnie pulling her naked back closer against him. His exploring fingers pulled from the tingling wet flesh up between her legs, and wound now over her waist to stroke her tautly smooth abdomen, warm from the fire. His hand felt cool and soothing as it caressed her heated belly, and Cindy closed her eyes, letting the lascivious physical pleasure he was bringing her blot out the unhappy image of Norma Jean sucking on her former boyfriend's lustfully aroused penis.
She shivered with involuntary sensual delight as Ronnie's hand brazenly explored her flat white belly and thighs, then returned inexorably to the silky, moist mound of her warmly palpitating cunt. She shuddered again as his fingertips brushed teasingly over the wispy hair before seeking out her passion-swollen pussy lips. Slowly, his finger eased up into the warm slippery wetness of her narrow cuntal slit. Breathtaking charges of wanton pleasure raced upward through her moistening vagina and into the tips of her suddenly hardening nipples.
Cindy felt she should stop the man ... but there was no longer any real reason to resist. As she relaxed into the pliant comfort of the water bed, there was no denying she was enjoying it!
His fingers massaged the rapidly lubricating folds of her vaginal flesh, finding her tiny clitoris and rubbing it gently as her whole body shivered with an ungovernable spasm of delight. Simultaneously, his other hand began to rub the full straining mounds of her breasts, squeezing their firm resilience between his fingers, then drumming his fingertips over the spiked-out nipples.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuh," Cindy sighed in undeniable pleasure... feeling her hotly throbbing cunt beginning to hunger for something more substantial than a finger. The young redhead didn't resist as he pulled her over on her back, shoving her long slender legs back up against her sensually naked body, forcing her knees against her chest.
"Aaaaaaaaaah," she gasped from his sudden impatient roughness. For the first time she saw the rigid column of flesh that was his cock ... the stiff hardness that had been pressing against her naked buttocks stood out long and white and gleamed like a sword from his loins. She shivered in wild excitement as he climbed to his knees over her, poising the desire-lengthened penis less than an inch from her eagerly pulsating cunt. Oh God, she thought, I mustn't let him penetrate me. I can't. No matter what the others are doing. I just can't let a stranger fuck me like this in public. Ronnie gaped down at her helpless naked form beneath him for a few moments and felt a surging of male power as he saw her youthful curves quivering with a combination of fear and lewd anticipation.
A gasp from across the room caught their attention, and they both turned for a moment to see Marcia and Frank Simpson. The older man had lowered himself over the tiny blonde's bent back. Pressing his hips forward, he was directing his massively swollen penis straight up into the kneeling blonde waitress's fear-clenched rectum!
The fragily built young girl tried to crawl out from under his larger weight, but it was useless. Grabbing her hips, he continued pressuring forward until - with the girl shrieking in pain - the unrelenting staff popped suddenly through the tight restricting ring of pink flesh. In their struggles, they had moved close enough now that Cindy could see everything ... see the tiny stretching anus suddenly slip over and clasp the tip of Frank's lust-engorged cock like a straining red rubber band. He grinned above her like a sex-crazed madman and shoved his hips down ever harder, sinking his stiffly throbbing length halfway to the hilt up inside her fearfully cringing rectum. Marcia flailed her legs on either side of him and cried out with pain, but the sound was muffled by her face gasping into the soft fur bedspread beneath them.
Her small girlish buttocks jerked and twisted beneath him, trying to throw the big naked man off, but her desperate 'struggles only made it worse. With each buck of her young lithe body, his huge cock skewered into her tightly puckering little anus another cruel painful inch, until finally ...
"Aaaaaaaaagh! Uuuuuuuuuugh!" she gasped out her last strength as the dark-haired man's impatiently hardened penis slipped unimpeded into the warm rubbery depths of her rectum to the hilt. She jerked for a moment and then lay still to ease the pain of his burgeoning cock embedded totally in her rear passage. It was useless for her to resist more now as each movement of her painfully skewered backside only served to widen and stretch her invaded anal cavity to greater and more excrutiating dimensions.
"Ooooooooh, Jesus, it's a tight little ass-hole," Frank's mutter came across the bed.
Then he clenched his teeth together and began making long rapid strokes into her, bringing groans of humiliation from the subserviently kneeling little blonde waitress each time he thrust painfully forward. At the same time, his hands ran wildly over her youthful breasts and buttocks, pulling and pinching at the soft cringing flesh as the girl lay sobbing beneath him.
Cindy's eyes raced from the unbelievable sight to search out her former boyfriend and Norma Jean.
Norma Jean had moved up Jack's muscular legs, and she-was now squatting with her thighs parted over his deeply embedded penis. They were in a lewd fucking position with the full-breasted brunette sitting on Jack's virily upthrust penis as he lay on his back. The shapely brunette had wrapped her hands in Jack's thick blond, hair and her arms were strained tight as she plunged her splitting cunt down with all her female strength onto his rigid shaft of male flesh. Her nakedly rotating hips began a teasing grind up and down over his undulating groin as he flexed his hips and drove his lust-thickened hardness deep up into her hungrily swallowing pussy. The wild-eyed brunette was a quivering mass of obscene desire as she writhed and twisted like a slow-moving belly dancer around Cindy's former boyfriend's upward probing cock.
Cindy stared hard, the erotic fluttering sensation in her belly growing even more intense. She had never imagined what it would be like watching two people making love, especially a man she was interested in for herself. Instead of making her bitchy and jealous, it increased the light-fingered erotic quivering up between her thighs. Even when she closed her eyes, the vision of her ex-boyfriend's aroused penis skewered into her girlfriend's wetly glistening vagina burned thrillingly through her mind. She couldn't help being magnetized by the licentious picture, no matter how hard she tried not to be. Her excitement was so intense that the moist sucking sounds of their lewd fucking drifted across to her ears as though magnified a thousand times.
"Oooooooooh!" Cindy opened her mouth as if to speak, but was caught short as Ronnie Turner's eager hardness, jerking responsively from the obscene sights around them, sank to the hilt with one smooth movement up into her own wetly throbbing pussy.
"Aaaaaaaaaagh!" the sudden entry caught her by surprise. Ronnie began fucking into her immediately and she gasped with pain, squirming from side to side to escape his brutally deep lunges. "Please, no, no, no ... "
But Ronnie, equally turned on by the other naked couples doing obscene things all around them, wouldn't be stopped; he tightened the muscles of his pumping buttocks and thrust deep into her tight little cunt with even more powerful strokes. Cindy kicked and flailed as he impaled her hopelessly on his thick pistoning shaft, sinking so far up into her belly that none of his long rigid cock was visible above the quivering hair-lined pussy hole between her legs. He rammed" the hard fleshy shaft into her with ever increasing force, pushing out the warm clasping walls of her wet young vagina in rippling waves before his savagely plunging cock.
It didn't take long for Cindy's cries of pain to become pleas for more, as his deep cock-thrusts fanned the flames of desire searing up inside her. She opened her thighs a little wider, her hips grinding up off the water bed beneath her in a slow, rhythmic motion as his wonderfully thick penis slipped wetly in and out of her tight sucking cunt. Her undulating little belly rocked eagerly upward to meet with each new fucking stroke, and her wetly devouring pussy swallowed every inch of his virile cock-staff as it pounded deep up inside her belly.
The young linotype operator kept up the brutal pace, churning his lust-inflated penis deep up in the young girl truck-driver's wildly rotating cunt, not caring if he hurt her. This was totally new to the alcohol-dazed Cindy ... he was reaching where no penis had ever gone before.
The delicious flames of passion in Cindy's cock-filled vagina quickly consumed her nakedly tossing young body as again and again he skewered into her! She was rapidly losing control. All thought of anything but his hot stalk of flesh spearing so thrillingly up into her helpless cunt disappeared with each hard, deep stroke.
Her nakedly churning buttocks began to grind in vicious little circles of wantonness as the tall young man fucked into her ravenous pussy, his huge cock digging deeper and deeper until it's hardness was straining the tight, sensuous walls of her cunt. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm, so beautiful... keep on ... " she groaned out.
The pain of his brutal entry had long disappeared, and Cindy's all consuming lust now raged out of control. She spiraled her tight little cunt up on his long rampaging penis, swallowing its cunt-skewering thickness as it slithered easily now between her wetly clasping vaginal walls to bring surge after surge of forbidden pleasure reverberating throughout her entire being.
"Aaaaaaaaaagh!" A shrill scream of pleasure from Marcia tore through the room.
Turning her head, Cindy saw the kneeling young waitress's painful moans had changed into ecstatic wails of passionate surrender. She obviously was in the throes of a lewd self-realization that she actually liked Frank Simpson's cock sodomizing her tiny invaded anal channel! Her hips moved eagerly backward to meet the thrust of Simpson cramming his lust-hardened penis up into her rectum. Her naked young body undulated under the man, and her girlishly small buttocks moved in tight abandoned circles that signified intense enjoyment.
"Ooooooooh, ooooooooooooh, ooooooooooooooooooh," she chanted on beneath his long powerful strokes into her straining little anus. Frank became wilder and wilder in response, and he moaned as he rammed into her so hard that the petite blonde collapsed beneath the weight of him.
Marcia screamed again... a cry of near exaltation!
"Aaaaaaaaagh," and then louder, "Aaaaaaaaaagh! OH GOD, DON'T STOP ... KEEP IT UP!"
The cruelly ravaged blonde was going out of her head with wanton desire. Her delicately curving body began convulsing and jerking out a mind-blowing orgasm that Cindy thought would never stop. At the same time, Frank was reaching his own wild peak, and he plunged forward to embed his spasmodically jerking penis deep into her milking little rectum. He tottered onto her and then, dragging the nakedly trembling girl with him, they both collapsed in an exhausted heap on the rug.
Cindy was going out of her mind! She had seen what happened, and now she wanted a cock thrusting up inside her anal passage, too! Marcia's obscene transformation from pain to ecstasy had been incredible and, whatever it was that had caused it, Cindy wanted to experience it, too.
Ronnie was so distracted by the spectacle that Cindy had no difficulty sliding up and out from under him. Once his hotly throbbing penis was dislodged from her clasping wet pussy, she rolled quickly over onto her knees, upraising her naked buttocks in lewd invitation.
"Ronnie, let's do it, too! Just the way they did! Doit tome!"
The young linotype operator didn't need any encouragement. He took one look at the young redhead's quivering ass-cheeks and placed his thick cock-head against her tight little anus which was puckering in anticipation.
He thrust forward with all his strength.
"Nooooooooooo!" Cindy groaned. He was hurting her, the pain was unbelievable! It felt like her small virginal rectum was splitting before the thick staff of hard flesh cramming up her from behind. "Aaaaaagh! You're killing me!" she screamed, but her protest was futile for Ronnie continued to hammer his long thick cock inch. by inch up into her defensively puckering anus.
Finally Ronnie, leaning over her back, reached around her waist and down between her wildly trembling legs to fondle her passion-drenched pussy lips and clitoris, and the change from humiliating pain to pleasure was almost immediate. A lewd feeling surged through the kneeling young girl as she felt the warmly pulsing penis buried far up in her rectum, bringing her strange masochistic pleasure, the likes of which she had never experienced before.
Oh, yes. That's what I needed, she thought as he began fucking in and out of her tightly stretched anal opening. Oh yes, oh yes, oh God, I've got it!
But Ronnie wasn't used to the wild pleasure of sodomizing a woman and, within seconds, the excitement had caused his hot load of sperm to begin aching for freedom. With a loud groan, he couldn't hold back any longer. Again and again he rammed his madly throbbing cock deep up inside her hot little rectum, excited sweat pouring off his chest onto her passionately shuddering back in small streams. Cindy's face was twisted now with the delirium of her approaching orgasm as every backward lunge she made sent the heavily swelling tip of Ronnie's thick penis deeper and deeper up into her hot clasping rectum.
"Arrrrrrgh!" she moaned. "Fuck me, Ronnie, fuck my ass-hole. Oh ... oh ... oh!"
Her lewd entreaties were simply too much for him, and Ronnie knew he could hold back the flood no longer. With one final agonizing lunge, his balls flexed and then exploded in a rapid-fire burst of hot spurting semen that flooded her rectum and overflowed out from around his deeply embedded shaft. He lunged down so hard that she groaned under him as he strained to keep every inch of his wildly ejaculating penis deep up inside her warm buttery rectum.
"No! No! Don't stop now, Ronnie ... don't stop, please! Keep fucking... I'm almost there," Cindy begged, but the stocky young man's penis was already growing soft and slipping uselessly from her tightly clasping rectum. She reached behind and grabbed the deflating shaft with both hands, trying to hold it in,. but it was useless! "Please," she began weeping. "You can't leave me like this."
Her head whirled dizzily around and around, and finally her face fell to the mattress. She sensed the others on the huge water bed gaping in wonderment at her as she kneeled nakedly on the fur bedspread, her rounded ass-cheeks still lifted shamelessly in the air, sob after sob shaking her aroused young body.
"Too much for you, huh, Ronnie?" laughed a male voice. "I'll take care of it for you." A body moved behind her, strong hands were pulling her nakedly quivering buttocks backward, forcing her fleshy ass-cheeks apart, and then she felt the pressure of masculine thighs press up against her own. Something hard and hot and pulsating rubbed against her clenching little anus, and she looked behind to see her former boyfriend, Jack, kneeling behind her. "Don't worry about it," he grinned sardonically. "I'll finish it off for you."
Cindy turned back around as Jack positioned himself more securely behind her buttocks, her back bent and her face still pressed into the silk coverlet. She opened her mouth as if to speak again, but was caught short as her former boyfriend's excitedly throbbing penis suddenly sank its full length into her cum-drenched rectal channel.
But this time it didn't hurt, even though Jack arched his hips back as far as he could, and then rammed his long thick cock right up to his pelvis with another body-jolting thrust. Cindy groaned in a wild sexual delirium as she felt its hardness deep in her stomach. Then he began to fuck into her with a deliberately slow rhythm that whipped the ever-growing flames of insatiable desire into a raging inferno. Every plunging thrust, brought her closer and closer to a newer and higher peak of ecstatic pleasure which she had never experienced before.
Suddenly, she reached behind them both, her sharp nails biting like barbed hooks into his ass-cheeks, holding him pressed firmly against her wantonly undulating buttocks. With each downward thrust of his hips, she pulled with all her strength, driving his long sodomizing shaft as far as it would go into her no-longer-virginal rectum.
"Oh, God, darling. Nothing has ever . . ..felt so ... wonderful," she moaned, flailing her head to and fro like a madwoman.
Cindy knew she was nearing her climax. She could tell by the lewd, rippling sensations intensifying within her desire-taunted little belly.
And suddenly she was there.
"Oh, God! Fuck me, Jack ... fuck me!" she screamed, caught up in its sudden joy, her arms flailing helplessly at her sides. "Fuck my ass!"
Her boyfriend stepped up his wildly pounding rhythm, fucking as hard as he could up into her milking anal channel, tunneling faster and faster through the warm velvety walls that rippled against his hammering cock. Sweat was pouring off his back as he shoved his long throbbing penis into her again and again ... and again! He felt his orgasm nearing... then a grin flashed over his sweat-streaked face as he felt the first tremors within her belly.
"Aaaaaaaaaaagh!" With her little remaining strength, Cindy lifted Jack's weight on her back and raised her head to scream. "Oh God, I'm cumming ... Jack, darling! I'M CUMMING! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Jack's arms reached under her tapering waist and held her buttocks completely off the bed as he fucked into her tight convulsing rectal passage with every ounce of energy he could summon, rocking his loins back and forth with a savage motion as he buried his wildly ejaculating penis in her rectum. One more deeply ramming lunge ... then another... and finally ... his white hot eruption splattered deep up inside her belly, flooding her with its powerfully jetting spurts of sperm. Through a mindless haze of pleasure, Cindy could feel everything, a hot flood of cum that filled her insides to bursting, mingling with Ronnie's semen already pumped there a few minutes before ... and the joy ... a rapture which was so sweet and so powerful that it shorted out all her senses and she felt herself falling... falling into a warm oblivion of contentment.
Chapter Eight
Snowflakes swirled and eddied in the headlights of the truck, forming a white curtain across the curving mountain road. Sitting at the steering wheel, the voluptuous redhead looked the picture of youthful liveliness; she was constantly in motion, shifting down, as the road steepened, and plying the brakes and clutch at each turn.
Beside her, sat her new husband. Jack Bowman, smoking a cigarette. Occasionally, he'd look down into the snow-covered valley below them.
"I actually enjoy driving when it gets bad like this," Cindy's eyes flickered at him then shot back to the road.
"We should make Carsonville in about half an hour," he said. "If this damn snow doesn't get any heavier, that is."
"I get this wonderful feeling of floating when I'm driving in snow. It's almost like sex," she giggled. "In a way, it's scary, but then that's part of the excitement."
"You're a helluva girl, Cindy."
"You're pretty wild yourself," she said.
"Two of us working together makes things more fun," her truck-driver husband said.
"Speaking of fun, when did you say we were getting together with Norma Jean and Frank again?" her face showed an anticipatory blush of excitement.
"Next time we're back in Atlanta," he said.
"I want to do it with Ronnie again."
"Why's that?"
"I like you watching when he does it to me," she said.
"How about when I'm fucking with Marcia or Norma Jean. You like that, too?"
"That turns me on, too. You're cock's so big ... God, it looks huge when it pushes into a girl's pussy," Cindy's blush deepened.
"Does talking about sex keep you awake while you're driving?" he laughed.
"It doesn't hurt," she said.
"I am glad your dad approves of you and me," Bowman said after a moment's reflection. "But I still think that it's a good idea he doesn't have anything to do with the truck-driving aspect of our relationship."
"You're right," she added. "He'd be a monster... he is a monster, I mean, when you've got to work for him."
"Can you imagine what'd happen if he knew about those damn parties we've been having with Frank and Norma Jean?"
"Oh, God, Jack ... why do you have to even suggest something like that?" Cindy gulped nervously at the mere thought.
"I wasn't just teasing," he said. "I like your old man, but I enjoy working for myself lots better than driving for J.B. Taylor and Company."
Cindy smiled out at the headlight's cutting a yellow triangle in front of them as they began to cruise down out of the Smoky Mountains.
After they'd gotten married in November, Jack had put most of his savings into buying a rig of his own. It was a brand new*job, a big Mack, with the curving dashboard in the cab, the built-in stereo-tape deck, and all those new conveniences that made a heavy rig a dream to handle. Besides the advantage of having a new truck and a lovely girl to share it with, there was a newfound freedom he'd never expected to possess ... at least not when he was married! Cindy and he had a special agreement between them which had risen out of their experiences at Jekyll Island last October. The wild night of lovemaking with the Simpsons and Ronnie and Marcia, had turned on Jack and Cindy to the joys of swapping. Bowman found that with the young curvaceous redhead, the two of them could have twice as much fun as they might if they were on their own.
Cindy and Jack got into Carsonville, a mountain town at the North Carolina border, just as the snow began letting up and night was falling. They checked into the only motel in town, and in a few minutes Jack was outstretched on the wide double bed, glancing across the dimly lit room at his delectable young wife slowly undressing in front of him.
He never tired of watching her at moments like this. When she pulled out of her blouse and sweater, her little nipples hardened into bullet shapes beneath her lacy white brassiere. Damn, she was something else, he thought, as she undid her slacks and pulled them down her long lithe legs and set them on top of the dresser.
"What's for tonight?" he said.
"The motel people are sending over some chicken-in-the-basket and beer," her amethyst eyes glinted as she approached the bed.
"Beer? I thought this was a dry county?"
"They're nice people here," she dropped down beside him.
He kissed her neck, ran fingers down her flat taut stomach to the waistband of her white bikini panties. The tips of her roundly set breasts beneath the sheer white brassiere brushed his chest, and he felt a wild thrill go through him. She unbuttoned his shirt and then was running her hands over his muscular chest... then her fingers were reaching down to his belt....
"Do you want me to get on top of you?" she said, giving the waist of his slacks a tantalizing little tug.
"Just a second. I'd like to do it with music. Let's turn on the radio," he smiled and flicked on the radio beside the bed.
Jack adjusted the dial until he got a Country and Western station, then lay back again next to his young pretty wife. He felt her warm moist kisses down his neck, nibbling at his ear and blowing softly on it. Then she was undoing his belt and pulling down his slacks, and now she was tugging at his jockey shorts, holding his rigidly pulsating cock's shaft in her curling hand.
He heard the sound of guitars and a male voice coming from the radio, and for a moment his mind was diverted. The eager young redhead beside him kept massaging his long thick hardness, bringing a tingling rush of excitement into his balls and up into the impatiently throbbing head of his cock. "She drives a fifty-ton truck, She's a wild thing to hold... "
Bowman smiled as he heard the singer's voice somewhere in the back of his mind ... "Ain't I told you 'bout Cindy, That gal of the road?"