Along with the benefits accrued from the Women's Liberation Movement, there are a multitude of apparent setbacks in the ongoing relationships between previously healthy-minded men and women. In Milton Granby's The Female Lineman, for instance, Rusty Brown and her husband Mack, had been doing very well together in their first year of marriage until the pretty twenty-one year old became involved with the "Lib" movement at her job. Whatever the actual feelings are that Rusty has about her involvement with the women's faction of the Union, her husband Mack definitely feels the ill effects, and little by little their marriage deteriorates over a few short weeks.
Finally Rusty finds herself involved in an affair with a co-worker, Ronny Hodges, a rugged ex-marine who has more modern ideas than Mack. Such an affair would previously have been unthinkable to the young blonde former telephone operator, but once she succeeds in obtaining the right to work out in the field for the company, the opportunity ... and need ... for an extra-marital affair arises.
After the one transgression which she commits in a moment of uncontrollable passion, the road to complete dissolution for Rusty is very short. Her paunchy foreman has long had his sights set on her, and with the help of an older woman who likes promiscuous sex, this man, Bob Cabot, arranges for Rusty to be more deeply degraded and humiliated than she would have thought possible.
All these misfortunes befall the young innocent wife largely because of a general misunderstanding of what freedom for women really means. If the men who work in the field. with blonde Rusty Brown had known a little more about the subject, then perhaps some of the degradation reported in author Milton Granby's latest novel, The Female Lineman, would never have taken place.
As it is, we the Publishers can only hope that somewhere, sometime, a reader of this insight-packed novel will have a chance to prevent similar misunderstandings from changing the lives of other unsuspecting young women.
-The Publishers Sausalito, California May, 1973
CHAPTER ONE
"Don't you dare try to put me down, Mack!" Rusty Brown shouted at her husband. "I don't care what you think! This is a real breakthrough, both for me and the other girls."
"Okay, okay," he said. "Just don't come crying to me when you're ridiculed by the roughnecks you'll have to work with."
"Ohhhhh! You're just like all the others. You think women can't handle the same jobs men can. Well, we'll show you!" With that the fair-haired young housewife turned her back on her husband and began washing the dinner dishes. Just standing there, the attractive blonde was an urgent and exciting challenge to any man.
Rusty Brown had long hair that was the color of brass and swirled around her head in a kind of breathless honeycomb hair-do. The young woman's cheeks glowed with vitality, and when she smiled they dimpled prettily at the corners of her widely sensuous mouth. Long sweeping lashes gave her cobalt-blue eyes a deceptively innocent appearance. Deceptive, because when she observed her husband's naked maleness, then a frankly predatory gleam flooded her eyes like a searchlight beam. At the moment she was wearing an ankle length black silk shift that was tightly gathered by a thin silk cord just below the breathtaking thrust of her full, ripe breasts.
She dipped her hands into the sudsy water and began rinsing the glasses one by one. And that's another thing, she thought to herself. There's no reason why Mack shouldn't do the housework sometimes. Although for the moment her husband was thinking like a "male chauvinist pig", Rusty usually felt that he was extremely fair about dividing up the things that had to be done. Since they both worked during the day, Mack had told her, there was no reason why he shouldn't do his part.
The shapely twenty-one year old blonde was well aware of how lucky she had been in getting Mack Brown for a husband. They had been married a year, and tonight was the closest they had ever come to having a serious argument. Actually, Rusty could understand why Mack was acting a little jealous. After all, she was well aware of the special attraction she held for most men, and now she was going to be working on Long Island in the field with some of the coarsest men employed by the telephone company. It was perfectly normal that her husband should be a little concerned for her welfare and self-respect.
"Nevertheless," Rusty said as she placed the frying pan in the dish drain, unaware that her husband had left the room, "it's quite a break for women's lib. I've worked hard with the operator's union in order to get the front office to make outside jobs available to women. Not all women like desk jobs. I've...." She turned around to face her husband and was surprised and angry that he had walked out while she was talking to him. Banging the rest of the pots and pans noisily into the dish drain, she continued her argument silently.
How could she have known she'd be one of the few chosen for a one-month trial period? Sally Jordan, another of the chief negotiators, had been named to the installation crew; Lucy Anne Forbes was made a driver of an emergency repair unit; and Rusty herself was assigned to the crew stringing new lines in Nassau County. The first two positions had been little more than concessions by the Union, but the rather conservative membership had considered Rusty's appointment a trail-blazing move.
True, there were some snickers and coarse jokes when the announcement was made, but that was nothing. The pretty young wife knew that she could do the job, and that was all that mattered. Rusty had kept her young slim shape since high school by playing weekends on the company softball team, and working out three times a week at the gym. Self-consciously, Rusty flexed the muscles in her long, nicely tapered legs, and gripped tighter the earthenware casserole she was scrubbing. She enjoyed the supple tautness she felt in her upper arms and firmly rounded breasts as she set the casserole on the drain board to dry. She would be able to keep up with the best of the opposite sex in all but the heaviest work.
After the dishes were done, Rusty walked into the living room and sat down next to her husband who was on the sofa watching television. As usual they sat together sharing a bottle of beer and a bag of potato chips while they watched their favorite Wednesday night programs. After the eleven o'clock news was over, Rusty prepared herself for bed while Mack watched the sportscast and weather report.
The young wife had already showered and was in bed reading her Lineman's Manual by the time Mack finally came into the room. The disgruntled young husband got in on his side of the bed and rolled onto his side with his back to his pretty young wife, totally ignoring the fact that she was under the same sheets with him. Rusty reached over to him, placing her hand on his arm, and gave him a playful shake.
"Hi, stranger. How about a little kiss?" Rusty teased him, pressing the soft white flesh of her belly against the angry tautness of his buttocks.
"Sorry, honey. But I'm really bushed tonight," he told her in a cool voice. "Hope you don't mind if we don't make love."
Rusty forced herself to keep her voice calm and light-sounding. "Oh, of course not, silly. But you could kiss me good-night so I'll know you're not angry with me."
The young husband turned his head toward his twenty-one year old wife and dutifully pecked her on the cheek. "Goodnight. Don't read too late-you've got another long day tomorrow," he said, turning his back to her again. Within a few minutes Mack was sound asleep and breathing heavily.
But Rusty was finding it hard to concentrate on the material she was supposed to be boning up on for the first training session in the special class the next day. Perhaps she was making a mountain out of a molehill, but it had already been more than a week since her husband had shown any real interest in touching her body, let alone interest in making love to her. And before that, they had gone without sex for an even longer period of time. Thank God, she didn't have the kind of drive that demanded his attentions every night. However, once in awhile the young blonde felt they should be able to make each other feel good. The frequency of their lovemaking had become less and less until now she really felt the need.
For the millionth time, Rusty went over their relationship, wondering if her active participation in the women's liberation movement and her new position at the telephone company had in some way caused her husband to lose not only his interest, but his feelings of virility as well. The young blonde knew her husband was very sensitive about his sexual prowess. Obviously, Mack was beginning to feel threatened by her involvement and therefore was being sexually turned off. It was ridiculous! How could fighting for equal job opportunity and salary affect her husband personally?
As far as she was concerned, the two of them had had a good thing going since they were married a year ago, and she did not feel that the complaints made by many of her co-workers about their husbands were valid in her case. On the other hand, there was no way the young wife could ignore the fact that since she had become first an unofficial spokesman for the operators and then chairman of the committee on new women's jobs, she and Mack had not gotten along as well as before.
Rusty remembered the company psychiatrist, who was sympathetic with the cause, telling a group in a seminar that they could expect something like this to happen as they gained more and more freedom. Nevertheless, Rusty was quite surprised to see it actually happening to her and Mack. Particularly since" the young blonde felt her husband had never encroached on her rights as a human being at any time during their marriage-at least, never before now. Tiue, Rusty had pointed out that she should have as much say-so as he about when and how they would make love to each other, taking away his prerogative as a man to seduce his wife at will, but she didn't see how that could hurt him. If anything, it should make him feel better, because she could sometimes play the seductress, thereby further enhancing the sexual act for both of them.
Closing the manual she had been studying when Mack had finally come to bed, Rusty set it on the night stand and then switched off the light. As the alluring young wife lay in the darkness next to her husband's strong muscular body, feelings of erotic desire began flooding through her love-starved body. To fondle the warm thickness of Mack's soft genitals while he slept, arousing him to the point of making love to her, became the bewildered blonde's consuming wish. Wild little fires of warmth began to dance around in her loins when she rolled over onto her side and boldly reached her hand over his upthrust hip and down inside the open fly of her husband's cotton pajamas.
Mack's dormant penis lay curled up between his legs like that of a young boy's. But soon the curvaceous blonde knew it wouldn't take her long to tease his yielding softness into rigid attention. As she began lightly running the tips of her fingers over his tender, smooth-skinned testicles. Mack moaned softly in his sleep and unconsciously his balls pressed closer into her probing fingers as she felt his warm flaccid penis slowly stiffening against the skin of her forearm, the tingling sensation down in Rusty's loins began to rise to an even stronger pulsing pitch. She was enjoying the drowsy response of her husband as she brought his fleshy shaft up to a rigidity that he was as yet unaware of consciously. Clasping the throbbing thickness in her fingers, the young blonde began gently stroking up and down the length of his lengthening penis, first slipping the loose outer skin up over the turgid tip-end of his cock, then pulling it back down again until the foreskin was tautly stretched over the semi-hard shaft. On the tip of her thumb, Rusty could feel tiny drops of seminal fluid seeping from the slit at the end of his pulsating rod of flesh, and she sighed softly in anticipation of the pleasurable feeling his hardness would bring up inside her hungry quivering vagina. Pressing the fingers of her left hand tightly between the softness of her own thighs, the blonde wife began stroking her middle finger around the moistening lips of her cuntal mouth in preparation for his entry.
Now her breath was coming in deeper, faster lungfuls as Rusty leaned over close to her sleeping husband's face and extended her tongue, running it lightly and wetly around the edges of his ear. Slowly the sleeping husband began to stir from the erotic feeling the warm wetness gave him and then, as she thrust the full length of her moist tongue deep into the sensitive opening of his ear, Mack was suddenly wide awake.
Bolting upright in the bed, Mack pushed his wife's hand away from his now fully erect penis, looking irate as he scowled and hissed out his words.
"For Christ's sake, Rusty!" he snarled indignantly. "What are you? Some kind of nympho? I told you I was too tired. Now why in hell's name don't you keep your hands to yourself and go to sleep?"
Throwing himself back down on the bed, the young husband rolled over onto his stomach with a sigh of disgust and pretended to be sleeping. Mack could hear his wife's quiet sobbing as she lay beside him and he knew that he had hurt her feelings, but he didn't care. Let the little bitch suffer for awhile. Although he had never said so, all along he had thought she was getting a little too independent since she'd become involved with that bunch of lesbians down at the telephone company. Of course, they would all deny that they were lesbians, but look at the way they stuck together and backed each other in their complaints about the way men treated them. Something had to be wrong with them. Anyway, he had just about lost patience with the whole thing, especially since it meant his own wife had to be out several evenings a week when she should be home taking care of his needs.
As Mack Brown saw it, women who became that free were in danger of losing all the respect they felt was their due. Neglect your husband, and your husband will begin to neglect you that was the way he had begun to look at it. Mack had thought that Rusty would have noticed by now that he was not taking very well her involvement in this women's lib thing and that the entire time he had only been humoring her. Now he felt it was time to start taking retaliatory actions. And what better way than to take the same tack traditionally used by women-deny your mate sexual satisfaction. Of course, that meant he had to look elsewhere to satisfy his own needs, but that was no problem.
Another week or so of his starvation routine, and Rusty would come to her senses and give up this crazy idea she had of being a telephone linesman. If it became necessary he would sleep on the sofa and masturbate in the bathroom rather than give in to his wife's sexual needs. Hell, for that matter, it was the easiest thing in the world to find another woman these days, with the way they were acting so free. Up to this point he had remained faithful to his wife since they had been married, but the incidental things Rusty had been doing to annoy him for the past few weeks now made it possible for him to envision himself playing around with another woman.
Take the housework, for example, he went on thinking. When they were first married, Rusty had insisted that she didn't want to stay home and be a housekeeper. Not only had the pretty young bride convinced him that they could use the extra money she would bring in by keeping her job at the telephone company, but she also told him she could take care of the household duties in much less time than most women needed. For awhile it was true, however, for the past month or so, Rusty had begun to expect him to help her with the housework, and jobs he had previously done out of the goodness of his heart had suddenly become his assigned chores. Dammit, he didn't like doing housework and he didn't like being coerced into having to do it. Lately, Mack had begun to balk a little, telling Rusty he couldn't go on putting in nine or ten hours at the office-where he, incidentally, made three times as much money as she could ever hope to make-and still do half her housework.
That phrase, "her housework", really ticked Rusty off when she heard Mack using it. Rusty had shouted at him for the first time since they had met, saying that there was nothing in the marriage contract that stated she had to do all the household duties. And even if there were such a provision, she had gone on to say, the whole marriage deal was something thought up by men in the first place to get free slaves to care for them, and she would be damned if she would live by the standards of a society based on male chauvinism. Rusty had changed quite a bit from the rather shy, innocent creature he had married such a short time ago.
Apparently, Rusty didn't even know how serious all this had become, Mack was thinking as he felt himself finally relaxing again. Well, maybe after a few more little scenes like tonight, it would begin to sink in to her little blonde skull. If she went on, endangering a marriage that held more promise than most, then he would come right out and demand what he thought she should do if she wanted to remain his wife. If not, then to hell with her, he thought bitterly. I'll find another woman. He smiled wryly to himself as he finally felt sleep spreading through his limbs again.
Rusty had been so shocked by her husband's unexpected hostile response that she had been left speechless. Then, as she saw that Mack seemed to be slipping back into a deep sleep, she felt the hot tears of frustration welling up in her eyes once more. It seemed to her that unless something drastic happened very soon their brief marriage was headed for certain collapse. While it was true that she had on occasion rebuffed him when she was not in the mood for making love, she had always tried to be as understanding as possible so as not to hurt his feelings. She felt still a deep satisfying love for her husband, further enhanced by their increasing intimate knowledge of how to please each other in bed. There was no way in the world for her to envision ever wanting to run out on Mack, and yet-yet he was driving her mad with his curtness and sarcasm.
Once she had stopped crying the young blonde gradually edged her warm body away from Mack so she would not awaken him and then have to bear the brunt of another verbal assault. Rusty lay on her back on the far side of the bed, her hand still cupping the soft wet mound of her pubic hair, her extended middle finger lying full length over the momentarily dwindled clitoris nestled in the moist flesh between her thighs. Little by little she concentrated on the sensations once more building up in her quivering little pussy, slowly massaging her finger back and forth sideways over the swelling little button of flesh.
When her vaginal secretions were again freely seeping out of the softly fleshed mound of her cunt, the young wife began slipping her finger wetly in and out of the tightly clasping little opening, her buttocks automatically beginning to grind lewdly down into the firm mattress beneath. Soon the aroused blonde was biting her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud at the flaring heat spreading throughout her loins, pumping her finger wildly into the welcoming wetness of her hotly flowering pussy, searching with her fingertip for ever errant wave of pleasure now coursing through her veins.
Rusty's other hand till now had lain dormant beside her hip on the bed, but now, as though having a life of its own, she felt it move up along her hip and over her quivering belly to the rising and falling firmness of her ripe young breasts. Lewdly, her thumb and forefinger began pinching at the taut pink buds of her swelling nipples.
"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh," she breathed in hoarse whispers beside her sleeping husband, not caring whether he woke to find her so obscenely finger-fucking herself or not. Her mind was blazing from the effects of her auto erotic display, and the thought of his discovering her performing the lewd, forbidden act drove her to further frenzied twisting and squirming on her own impaling middle finger.
Suddenly she wished that he would awaken and see her in the dim light coming from the hall nightlite, then become excited enough himself to masturbate while she watched ... or ... or else, fuck her! Picturing his hand grasping the long thickness of his fleshy rod, Rusty suddenly felt her inner thighs begin to tremble in anticipation of her fast-approaching climax. The intense feeling spread like wildfire throughout her jerking loins, her softly rounded buttocks spasming wildly against the springiness of the mattress beneath. The lovely young blonde's breathing became a reedy flutter in her throat, and then the cuntal fluids doubled their flowing warmth, soaking her middle finger buried up to the knuckles in her hot writhing pussy to run stickily out over her hand and down the narrow crevice of her ass-cheeks to dampen the sheet beneath her.
Her back arched high up from the bed at the peak of the sensuous explosion in her throbbing hot cunt while her left hand kneaded crazily at the soft resilience of her young breasts, and then it was over. She hung arched above the mattress like a human suspension bridge for a long trembling moment before her body collapsed like a limp rag doll back down onto the bed.
Poor Mack, the blue-eyed wife thought with bitter humor when she had regained her composure a little. He missed out on a good one that time.
Before she could even begin to think about being guilty of some kind of perversion or shameless act, the satiated young blonde was sound asleep beside her husband, her right hand still innocently cupping the warmly palpitating mound up between her parted thighs. Later the young wife dreamed she was a sensuous dancing girl in a desert sheik's harem, surrounded by castrated males, and a sheik who never asked her to come to him in the night.
CHAPTER TWO
During the next two weeks, Rusty did not have much time to think about her problems with her husband Mack. In addition to the eight hours of practical training in the workshop area of the central telephone office of Wiltagh Village, the ambitious, young wife had all the technical manuals to master before a final examination that would qualify her to work in the field. It was a lot of work, but she enjoyed working with her hands for a change, and none of the procedures was more challenging than she could handle.
The class of twelve-four women and eight men-had spent so much time together that it was only natural that they had become acquainted with each other. A core group of five classmates had begun having lunch together at times, and, often, after the time-cards were punched, they stopped in at a nearby bar for a drink before going to their respective homes.
On the last day of the training period, Rusty joined the others in a ritual drinking bout at the local bar, the traditional spot where the trainees celebrated making it through the rigorous program. The following Monday, they would be separated into the various working crews for the initial in-the-field training period. As was the custom, the foremen who would be the classmates' superiors attended the get-together. It was already known which crews they would be working with, and Rusty was waiting to meet her foreman, Bob Cabot. She was sitting with Ronny Hodges, with whom she had become friendly in the course of the two week period.
"You heard anything about Bob Cabot, Rusty?" Ronny Hodges asked her when the initial excitement of the cocktail hour had passed. The handsome virile young man looked at the curvaceous blonde with the look of a man who knows how to handle women. He was perhaps an inch over six feet tall, with a wiry frame still in shape from his recent hitch with the marines. His hair was a mixture of blonde and light brown, and his sun-tanned complexion was a startling contrast to the penetrating steel blue color of his eyes. Rusty was not one to admit it, but she enjoyed the young trainee's company, and her spirits unconsciously rose every time Ronny came into her presence. She was a little sorry that he'd been assigned to a different crew, but, after thinking it over, the young blonde wife decided it was better that she not see too much of her handsome co-worker. Since she and her husband Mack were slightly at odds with each other, this strong muscular lineman with the penetrating gaze had begun to occupy more and more of Rusty's thoughts. This way, they would probably only see each other every two weeks when they picked up their checks.
"Nobody seems to like him much as a person," Rusty replied in answer to Ronny's question. "But they say that he's a good man to work for. He knows his job and lets you be if you do yours. How about your boss?"
"Jerry Green? Oh, I've heard various stories. But I'll wait and see him in action before I make up my mind. All I'm interested in right now is doing my job." The handsome young veteran met Rusty's liquid blue eyes with a determined look, then, in a deep masculine voice he added, "I expect to be a foreman myself as soon as possible."
"You'll make it, Ronny. Anybody can see you're a good man," Rusty answered in a deep soft voice, almost blushing at the way they were looking at each other. Neither of them wanted to reveal in words the attraction they each were feeling for the other, but it was all there in their eyes. "Of course, you'll be competing with me. There's no reason why I couldn't be a foreman, too, once I've learned the job." Rusty watched Ronny's face for a sign of ridicule, but, if he felt any impulse to make fun of her, he was hiding it very well. Instead, he lifted his glass in a toast.
"May the best man win," he said with a lighthearted smile.
While they were waiting for another round of beers to be brought over, a stubby middle-aged man sauntered over to their table. His deep-set eyes were heavily lidded, and he had full, sensuous lips fixed by habit into a derisive smile.
"You Hodges?" the man asked bluntly, flicking his eyes once over the rounded contours of Rusty's amply filled blue sweater before looking at Ronny.
"That's right," Ronny answered affably, wondering who in hell this officious older man could be.
"I'm Cabot. Bob Cabot. You've been shifted from Green's crew to mine." Cabot put out his hand and gripped Ronny's in a firm handshake. Then he turned his gaze back to Rusty and met her appraising glance with a lecherous glint in his dark brown eyes. "Rusty Brown, right? When I saw your name on my list, I thought you were a man, but now I can see you're very much a woman. Pleased to meet you."
The foreman's eyes lingered at Rusty's full red sensuous lips before dropping lower to her voluptuously thrusting breasts. The young blonde felt worse than naked under the foreman's insulting gaze and immediately felt antagonistic toward him. He was obviously a coarse man who didn't like the idea of having a young woman on his crew, but he wouldn't dare to admit it for fear of complaints from the ladies faction of the union.
"How do you do," Mr. Cabot?" Rusty said, forcing her voice to be as pleasant but formal as possible. If she were going to be working with this man for the next trial month, she would have to get along with him, and she would do her best.
"Everyone I can," the burly foreman wisecracked. Then, slumping into the chair next to Rusty without an invitation, he waved for a drink. "What I'm waiting to see is how you do after a couple of days climbing up to the crosstrees."
It took a lot of willpower, but Rusty kept from answering him in an angry voice. Instead, she looked him straight in the eyes and said, "If you can still make it, I think I can."
"What? Why you...." He stopped, his lips already forming the "b" of the next word he was about to say. Barely catching himself in time, Cabot merely smiled knowingly and nodded his head several times as if to say, "You'll get yours later, baby."
When the waiter arrived with his double whiskey, Cabot lewdly announced in a loud coarse voice, "Here's to ladies who like to climb long hard poles." Then he emptied the glass in one gulp, replaced it on the tray, and immediately ordered another.
The three of them sat drinking in silence for a long time, thinking their own thoughts and pretending to watch the activity in the room. Bob Cabot felt his stomach muscles tighten as he thought about the snippy little bitch coming back at him like that. He would have to watch his tongue, however. Already the union had been giving him hell about the rough way he had been treating his crew, and, now, with the new policy about women's rights, he would have to be even more careful. Judging from some of the rumors that got back to him, the middle-aged foreman had sensed that someone in the office was out to get his ass fired. That would be a blow, all right. To lose his job only four years before his retirement fund was paid up. It would be just like those administrative bastards to find a reason to get rid of me after almost twenty years with the company, he thought. However, as he understood it, they couldn't cut him off completely-the union had done some good things for him-but he could lose almost half of his pension money if he didn't finish his full twenty years.
Ignoring the tension in his stomach which he had begun to think was an ulcer, he turned to the young man sitting beside Rusty Brown.
"You ever run a four-wheel-drive truck? Ton and a half?" he asked in a false friendly voice. He hadn't decided yet if there was any hanky-panky going on between his two new crew members, but, if he was any judge, he'd say they were a little sweet on each other, whether they knew it or not.
"Yeah, I was in charge of the motor pool at Benning," Ronny Hodges answered in a matter-of-fact tone. "Guess I drove about everything on wheels down there. Why? You need a driver?"
"Maybe. My regular man has been out for three days with the flu, and all the other guys seem to think that a double clutch has something to do with making love." The burly foreman chuckled without humor, the sound coming from deep in his throat and out between lips that slightly turned up at the corners of his mouth.
Dutifully, Rusty Brown tossed her head back and tried to laugh at the attempted joke. She reasoned that, if she were going to go through with what used to be strictly a man's job, she would have to learn to mix well with her male co-workers. But she had taken an immediate dislike to her new boss, and nothing he could do would be able to change the rather low opinion she had of him as a man. .
It was obvious to Ronny Hodges what was going on in his pretty friend's mind. He could see her blue eyes calculating how she should treat this Bob Cabot, and he knew she was smart enough to work it all out. Still, Ronny couldn't help feeling a little sorry for the lovely young girl and for the ordeal she would have to go through before she was accepted by the other crewmen. Sure, he had thought it a little strange at first that a woman should want to do a man's work, but, as he had gotten to know her and talk with her about it, he had begun to understand. There was no reason why she or anybody else should be cooped up in an office all the time if they didn't enjoy it.
It was all the young crewman could do to keep from telling Bob Cabot to get lost, particularly since he kept making insinuating remarks and crude jokes at the young blonde's expense. Also, there was no way to avoid noticing that the older man enjoyed running his eyes lustfully over the twenty-one year old girl's lust-inciting curves. Not that you could blame him. Ronny had never known a woman who attracted him as much as Rusty did, and the fact that they could talk so easily together made her even more interesting.
Although Rusty had never really come out and said so, Ronny gathered that the captivating young housewife and her husband-what was his name?-Mack, that was it-she and Mack were having problems, even though their marriage was only a little over a year old. Ronny suspected it had something to do with this fern lib thing, and he had often wanted to ask Rusty about it, but he respected her too much to bring it up first. Sex had to be involved, too-it never seemed to be far behind in matters of woman's lib. Anyway, Ronny wouldn't be adverse to satisfying any needs the young blonde's husband was leaving unsatisfied.
When Bob Cabot finally left their table to greet a fellow foreman who had just come into the bar, Ronny and Rusty both gave a sigh of relief, looked at each other, and broke out laughing.
"I see you don't like him any more than I do," Rusty said.
"He's all right. He's just not used to treating women as equals. His type uses women; they can't befriend them. But you're right. He's still an obnoxious s.o.b."
"I can't imagine a woman letting him touch her," Rusty wondered with a tone of disgust in her voice. "Do you suppose he's married?"
"Probably his wife is married, but he's not," Ronny suggested sarcastically, and again they laughed together, eyes locked in mutual appreciation. Neither of them spoke of the gladness they felt at the chances they would have to see each other, now that they would be on the same Field crew. It was a real stroke of good luck, and it wasn't a good idea to tempt fate by talking about such things when you didn't have to.
It was six o'clock when Rusty looked at her watch. The lovely young wife got up from the table.
"Time to get home and wait on my lord and master," she said, only half joking. As Rusty bent down to pick up her things, her young fellow lineman ran his eyes over her curvaceous body, lingering on the softly rounded contours of her nicely shaped buttocks encased in her tight short skirt.
As he helped her slip into her coat, the handsome ex-Marine leaned forward, his face close to the clean sweet fragrance of her long honey-colored hair, teasingly blowing into her right ear.
Longing to press his lips to her neck, he huskily asked, "Does Mack really give you a hard time?" There was an obvious touch of desire in his voice. It was hard for him to see at that moment how any man could treat this lovely, unconsciously seductive blonde with anything but tenderness. He himself would be anything she wanted him to be if she would only say the word.
For a brief moment, Rusty let her head lean back against his chest, not wanting to pull away from him immediately, as she knew she should.
"N-no Ronny," she answered hesitantly, with a slight quaver in her voice. Her knees felt a little weak, probably from the beer, she thought. "He just doesn't understand me, that's all. I get the feeling he thinks I'm attacking his masculinity by taking this job." Her tone made it clear that she was hurt and bewildered by her husband's attitude. Abruptly, she turned and faced Ronny Hodges, her long champagne colored hair falling back from her shoulders as she craned her neck back to look up at her co-worker. "But why would I do that? Any woman who wants to do that to a man is crazy," she added.
When it finally dawned on Rusty that, in effect, she was saying she liked a man to be virile, she blushed and smiled up into Ronny's admiring face. Then, fighting down the impulse to give him her lips, the young wife swung around in a graceful pirouette and walked toward the door. "Enough therapy for one day," she called playfully from over her shoulder. Then she was gone.
Ronny had felt the impulse she'd had to kiss him, and, as he watched her beautiful shapely form thread through the crowded bar, he felt a flood of warmth down in his loins that he recognized only too well-he would have to make love to her, and as soon as possible. She was right on the verge of getting into an affair and, with a little push, would give in. Wild pictures of the young honey colored blonde lying naked beneath him ran through his mind as he moved toward another girl he had gotten to know in the recent weeks. She couldn't hold a candle to Rusty Brown, but Ronny never liked to be without female companionship, even if he had no romantic intentions.
CHAPTER THREE
The little romance budding between Rusty Brown and Ronny Hodges had not been missed by their foreman, Bob Cabot. In the bar, he happened to be .watching them as they were saying good-bye, and it had pissed him off that the snooty little blonde was responding to Ronny, after she had treated him with such obvious disdain. Already thinking of how he could maneuver himself into getting a little piece of the attractive woman's lib blonde, Cabot watched Ronny move in on another young girl even before Rusty was out the door. It was obvious his new driver was a big operator with the women, and Cabot would see to it that Ronny had a chance to get at Rusty. It was always easier to get in for seconds than to be the one to cut the ice. Cabot had no pride in such matters, and he certainly would have no compunctions about knocking Ronny Hodges out of the saddle as soon as he was sure he would get a free ride.
Now, on Monday morning, Cabot was staring through the windshield with hung-over bloodshot eyes, only half-listening to the loud voices of his crew coming from the back of the cab truck. Driving beside him was Ronny Hodges, who was proving to be an able man with the awkward stiffly sprung vehicle. With casual ease, the young man manipulated the wheel, twisting and turning with the narrow dirt road taking them into the low hills on the north shore of the island. Cabot knew from personal experience that making the sharp switchbacks took strong arms and a powerful back, but Ronny made no sign that he was putting forth any effort at all.
"The next cut-off to the right," Bob Cabot told him in a gruff voice. Never in a good mood until after the two or three beers he would take with his lunch, the foreman was in a worse state than usual this morning. He had argued almost all night with his bitching wife about the two days and nights he had stayed at a poker party over the weekend. Sooner or later he was going to have to slap Mildred around a little bit. He had lots of better things to. do than fight with a forty-three year old wife who was letting herself fall apart. Like that redheaded widow who kept hanging around Saturday night, Cabot thought with a glint in his eye, and, licking his lips, he thought of socking it to her when they got together the following weekend.
At that moment, they rounded the last bend to where the dirt road ended, and the truck came to an abrupt stop. Ronny had been totally unprepared, as was the crew. Rusty Brown's high-pitched squeal of surprise rose above the grumbling complaints of the men. They were falling all over each other.
"Watch your language, boys. Don't forget we've got a lady in the crowd," Cabot growled over his shoulder as he elbowed his door open, his voice lost in the general laughter. It was clear the other guys were having no trouble getting along with the new addition to the crew; in fact, they seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. Remembering the curt manner with which Rusty had treated him three days ago, Cabot felt his supposed ulcer burning in his stomach. In his opinion, girls wouldn't work out in the field because they wouldn't be able to mix it up with the rough men, but this little blonde seemed to be shooting his theory all to hell.
"Okay Hodges, Brown. Pile out. Gus, give them walkie-talkies. Hodges, grab that carton of insulators. You and Brown try your hand at outfitting the posts," Bob Cabot ordered them like a boot camp sergeant. "Don't forget your climbers and tools. If I'm not back by lunch-time, don't take over thirty minutes."
When Ronny Hodges and Rusty were stacking up all the equipment they would need, Ronny glanced apprehensively at the sky. Dark clouds were moving low and fast overhead, flying in from the Sound. "You'll be back for us if the storm hits?" he asked.
"Yeah. As soon as I can. But over that rise is a house you can use for shelter. The lines are passing over an abandoned estate at this point, and nobody lives in any of the buildings. Anyway, you have the walkie-talkie and you can contact me if anything comes up. See you later."
With that, Bob Cabot threw away the cigar he had been smoking on and off since morning and swung himself into the cab. With a little difficulty, Cabot managed to turn the truck around and took off. Rusty and Ronny were left alone in the damp woods where the only sounds were those of the birds and the light breeze rustling through the yellow and brown leaves of the autumn countryside. They studiously avoided looking at each other, almost as if afraid to trust themselves alone like this.
"Well, we might as well get to it," Ronny finally said. "I'm just as much on trial as you are. We want to have a decent amount of work done by the time Angelpuss comes back to check. He'd like nothing better than to have something to bitch about."
The two new crew members worked hard until ten-thirty, mounting the "glass birds" to which the telephones lines would be fastened when the stringing crew reached them. It was the simplest procedure of the whole intensive course they had taken, and they joked back and forth about wasted training. The most difficult part was climbing the poles using the metal points strapped to their feet. By the time they met each other under a tree for their morning break and a second breakfast, they were sweating, even though it was a chilly fall day.
"Hi, cowgirl," Ronny teased, pointing to the spur-like climbers around Rusty's ankles. "Didn't you forget your horse?" They both laughed.
The handsome young couple had finished off their sandwiches and drunk most of the thermos of hot coffee when all of a sudden the wind whipped up from out of nowhere and a cold heavy rain began to fall.
"Come on," Rusty shrieked, "let's run for cover. That old house is only over the next rise."
The metal climbers, jangling like bells; slowed them down. By the time they had entered the old house, they were drenched. Their blond hair and the company uniforms were sopping wet, clinging tightly to their youthful bodies.
"Baby, this is some storm," the tall lineman observed from the window of the ramshackle house. "If the roads get muddied up, Cabot won't reach us till who knows when."
"Maybe it'll blow over as fast as it started," Rusty replied, surprised at the insane little flutter she felt inside when he called her "baby."
Since the pair had first met two weeks ago, though they never acknowledged it, they had been waiting for an opportunity like this. Now, at last, unexpectedly, they were alone and as free as they had been in their dreams about each other. Lightning flashed over the countryside, illuminating the interior of the old house made dark by the thick clouds covering the earth. Ronny and Rusty stood at the window together for what seemed a long time, pretending to watch the sheets of water rushing over the broad meadow outside the house.
Their minds, however, were on other more exciting pleasures. Wondering if he could safely get something started with the provocative young blonde, the anxious young ex-marine turned finally from the window and walked into the dark recesses of the room. In one of the corners he saw a fireplace. There were enough weathered planks, newspapers, and pieces of broken furniture lying around to build a fire.
"We'll have Cinderella warming herself in front of a fire before you can say 'slipper'...." he said heartily, lighting a piece of paper and laying thin strips of wood over the flame.
"Brrr! At the moment I feel more like one of the ugly stepsisters," Rusty coyly replied, striding across the room to join her male companion, her provocative hips swaying back and forth beneath the clinging wet trousers.
Oh baby, Ronny thought to himself as he watched her secretly, if you can swing like that, neither of us is going to be disappointed. The devastating young blonde settled down next to him on the floor and began drying her long flowing blonde hair in front of the steadily growing flame. Ronny glanced hungrily at the round shapes of her ass-cheeks clearly out-lined under her tight trousers, thinking that he would like nothing better than to fuck her right then and there. But experience had told him to play it cool. First he would get her in the mood. If he could only get her to take her clothes off today....
"Listen, unless we both want to catch pneumonia, we'd better strip down and dry our clothes," he suggested casually.
Rusty jerked her head around and looked apprehensively into his calm, noncommittal gaze. "Uh no, Ronny," she declined hesitantly her face flushed pink with embarrassment and simultaneous excitement at the thought of seeing her handsome co-worker almost naked. Although the sex-hungry wife couldn't have admitted it, even to herself, she would have liked nothing better than to have the virile man's penis far up inside her slightly tingling vagina. Part of her reluctance was based on the fact that she had worked long and hard to gain respect as a person, and to react now to him as a man could possibly cause her to lose what she and the other women were trying so much to get. I'll play along with Ronny this way, I'll just end up making a fool of myself, she thought. Uncontrollably, however, her mind kept returning to thoughts of sex.
"Look Rusty, if you're afraid I'll try something, relax. You couldn't be safer. Rape of unwilling women just isn't my bag." His face showed a slight annoyance with her. "But," he went on in a humoring tone, "if it'll make you feel better, I'll improvise a curtain."
Scrambling to his feet, the cool bachelor took two broken chairs and placed them near Rusty's side of the fireplace. She watched with interest as he took some wire from his tool box and strung it between the chairs, making a low-slung clothesline.
"Now," he said confidently, "we hang a few newspapers and-presto! Our shy princess is safely hidden from the villain's wicked eyes."
He threw more wood on the fire and ducked down behind the curtain, both of them laughing at his words. The broad shouldered ex-marine had successfully made the blonde wife's objections so ridiculous that now she felt more foolish staying in her cold wet clothes than she felt afraid to remove them. On his side of the curtain, Ronny quickly stepped down, draping his clothes piece by piece over the improvised barrier to dry.
In spite of the young woman's pretended lack of interest, when she saw first his shirt, then his trousers, his undershirt, and finally his shorts as well take their place on the makeshift clothesline, she began to feel little flickering flames of desire stirring again down in her too-long neglected loins. She mentally pictured the deeply tanned muscular body of her colleague sitting stark naked on the other side of the curtain and became even more aroused.
It had been a long time since she had actually made love to her husband Mack. She had finger-fucked herself out of necessity from time to time, but that was not enough to quell the desperate longing that built up continually inside her young belly.
Staying as close to the curtain as she could to avoid the possibility of Ronny's sneaking a glance as she disrobed, Rusty stripped down to her lace-covered brassiere and white bikini panties. After all, she thought, if we were to go swimming, I wouldn't have even this much on, though she had to admit there was a difference. At first her bare cream-white skin felt clammy and cold, but soon the heat from the blazing fire made her alluring young body feel as warm as toast. When she turned to expose her back to the fire, the young wife caught sight of Ronny's naked legs as far up as the beginning thickening of his muscular thighs. Another slight movement would allow her to see his naked loins, but the curious young blonde fought down the impulse to look. She held off for a long moment, then finally she leaned back just enough to catch a glimpse of what she both dreaded and yet longed to see.
Ronny was masturbating!
The blonde's blue eyes opened wide with excitement as she watched his fist slipping smoothly up and down his fully erect thick penis, stretching the heavy foreskin on the downstroke and on the upstroke covering the turgid broad-tipped end. Glistening in the firelight were tiny drops of clear seminal fluid seeping out from the narrow slit at the end of his glans.
As she watched, spellbound, Rusty's right hand began slipping unconsciously down over her taut firm belly, under the elastic waistband of her nylon bikini panties and on down into the softly palpitating furrow of desire throbbing up between her legs. It was all the young girl could do to keep from moaning out loud at the first lewd contact of her extended middle finger with the tiny quivering nerve-center of her clitoris.
Her eyes glazed slightly from the pleasurable feelings spreading down into her trembling thighs, Rusty became mesmerized by the sight of the huge thick shaft of flesh held in her companion's right hand. Over the soft hiss of burning wood, the excited blonde thought she could hear his breathing grow heavier as his hand began moving faster and faster up and down on his pulsing expanding cock.
"Rusty ... ?" he said suddenly in a deep husky voice, an urgent question suspended on that one word.
The starved wife sensed he wanted to ask her to make love to him. But that possibility was as far from her mind as ever. Her face flushed darker with her excitement, as her middle finger continued fucking obscenely up into her hot little pussy flesh in a slow steady rhythm of need. Oh, if only she were like some of the women she knew, and could have the recklessness to just let him do it to her. After a moment, she answered.
"Yes Ronny. What were you going to say?"
"I-uh-How do you and Mack get along after being married more than a year?" It was obvious that he wanted to ask something more specific, but did not yet have the nerve.
Although the blonde wife had never openly discussed with Ronny her problems with her husband, Rusty felt that he already knew and understood how things were between them.
"Well, you know. You kind of start taking each other for granted after awhile. I suppose ours is as good as anyone's marriage. If only...." her voice trailed off. They were both trying to speak as though nothing were happening, even though they were frantically masturbating themselves into a wild frenzy of desire.
"If-only-what?" Ronny asked, his deep masculine voice panting audibly with lust.
"If only," Rusty breathed heavily as she continued stroking her clitoris until her cunt felt like a vessel of white-hot desire. She was trying to think of a way to answer him truthfully without sounding like a slut. "Well, if only Mack would pay more attention to me sometimes."
The excited blonde saw his hand begin jerking a little faster on his thickly bulging shaft as though her words had increased his lust by twice as much.
"You-mean-he doesn't make love to you very often?" the masturbating ex-marine inquired, becoming bolder as his excitement grew.
Rusty hesitated a long time before replying.
"Y-yes, at least, not recently," she said hesitantly. "We used to get along just fine that way, but, since I've become active in the women's faction of the union, he has been acting very strange. Sometimes he doesn't even want to talk to me."
"Baby," Ronny suddenly blurted out. "Let me come over and make you feel good. You know how much I like you."
"No!" Rusty hastily responded. "Definitely not!" Her reply was a little too quick, almost frightened sounding, as it came from the nearly naked young wife. "I-I'm sorry, Ronny. I'm just not that kind of girl. I really like you, but...."
Impatiently, Ronny sat forward, gathering his thoughts for a more persuasive approach, and then he caught sight of Rusty's eyes locked on his hand jerking his cock up and down. At first he couldn't believe it, but he caught her eye a split second later, and then there was no room for doubt in his mind that the captivating blonde was doing more on her side of the partition than drying her clothes! Suddenly angered by her deceptiveness, he stood up, just in time to catch sight of her hand as she pulled it free from the tight waistband of her white bikini panties.
The young linesman turned his mouth up in a lewd knowing grin.
"Why you phony little bitch," he whispered in a hoarse voice as he kicked down the barrier and lunged for the startled blonde. The irate would-be lover suddenly saw how it would be possible to become a rapist as he pulled her to her feet and tightly locked his strong muscular arms around her trembling shoulders.
"No-no, Ronny! We-I can't! It's not right!" Rusty objected loudly as she felt his strong hands begin wandering freely over her exposed milk-white flesh. Then his mouth came forcefully down over hers in a wet, hot kiss that sent shivers of desire coursing through the hungry young wife's body. When his moist rigid tongue began thrusting insistently into her warm wet mouth, snaking around her tongue in an irresistibly sensuous motion, Rusty groaned deep in her throat and found herself responding. She began to lash her tongue back into her co-worker's open mouth, at the same time pressing her hotly aching loins tight against his lust-thickened shaft of male flesh. She could feel his excited hard cock throbbing against the sensitive naked skin of her stomach above her flimsy nylon panties, causing her to grind her desire-filled pelvis hard up against him.
The young wife's eager reaction was all Ronny needed. As they continued kissing with their mouths locked wetly together, the handsome seducer reached around behind her and unclasped the taut strap of her ripely filled brassiere. It dangled loosely against his chest for a moment, and then he slipped it down over her unresisting arms and dropped it to the floor. Her full roundly resilient breasts now pressed softly against his muscular chest, their hot pink nipples like points of fire on his naked skin. Ronny groaned from the heavy lusty sensations crawling in his loins and slipped his right hand up under her arm to caress her warm firm flesh appreciatively. Between his thumb and forefinger, he lightly rolled her already distended pink nipples, bringing up further moans of suppressed desire from the young blonde's lushly upturned mouth. Behind, her trim hips and buttocks were grinding as she twisted her pelvis hard forward against his long thick cock, driving him almost crazy with the need to fuck up into her hot little pussy.
"Lie down! I'm going to fuck you," he whispered in her ear, forcing her down onto her back on the floor.
Rolling over on top of her petite nearly naked form writhing wildly beneath him, Ronny ignored her half-coherent protests and reached for her clenching and unclenching buttocks with both hands, slipping the brief white panties away from the tender swell of her hips and thighs as she helped him by bending her knees so he could take them off over her ankles. When the handsome new lineman pressed his hotly throbbing cock up into the narrow valley of the young blonde's churning loins, he could feel the heat of her nakedly exposed pussy reaching up for the lewdly probing tip of his rigidity.
She now seemed to want it as much as he did, and Ronny felt with the thick bulbous tip of his cock for the narrow mouth of her cunt, holding her grinding buttocks up off the floor with both his hands. He could feel his blonde co-worker's excitement increasing more and more, and then finally, like a hot mouth nibbling wetly at his throbbing hardness, her pussy made its first maddening contact with his aching penis. Slowly, they began to fit their loins together, little by little deepening the penetration of his blood-engorged cock in the slippery wet sheath of her cunt.
"Ohhhhh God! Ohhhh!" Rusty was moaning up into his open mouth, her mind dizzy with passion as she felt the hard thick pressure struggling up into her eagerly waiting vagina. Her seducer's swollen cock was much thicker than her husband's, and she felt as though her thighs were being split apart by its delicious girth. She had been waiting for this all her life. His pulsating hardness pushed relentlessly forward up into the very depths of her belly, her inner walls clasping around the hardened rod like a tight-fitting glove. She could feel every pulsing vein on its underside, and the broad lust-filled tip felt so good as it bumped against her cervix that she thought she would cry with tears of physical joy.
The young blonde's handsome lover began a low, rhythmical thrusting motion, gradually increasing the length of his strokes until his loins were pumping like a battering ram against her wildly squirming pelvis. At first, the strongly built man had been pulling the blonde up to meet him in quick little jerking motions, his hands grasping her tautly rounded buttocks, but now he felt her begin swooping up on his rigid cock of her own accord, making tiny grinding motions up against his pelvis each time he buried himself in her up to the hilt. Although the blue-eyed beauty had initially resisted his advances, the experienced ex-marine could tell now that Rusty had lost control of herself and would fuck for as long as he wanted.
Slowly, he felt her moist cunt begin a gentle massaging motion around the thick hilt of his impaling sword of flesh. Ronny ground his pelvis into the squirming flaccid saddle of flesh as she strained up to meet him, arching her back so that she lifted their bodies up off the floor. Her thighs trembled ceaselessly under his body grinding into hers, opening and closing around his hips like the useless struggle of a butterfly pinned to a board. Gradually, her moans took up a chanting rhythm as old as man himself, a savage bleating that matched the rhythmic pulse of his steady in-and-out motion up between her quivering thighs.
Ronny could feel his cock expanding and growing up inside her soft white belly as he carefully met her accelerating rocking movements, pulling his swollen hardness out to an inch from the tip before driving it hard back into her palpitating cunt, then gradually out again, faster and faster. Again and again he stroked into the warm steaming moistness of her hotly clinging pussy, his sperm-inflated testicles slapping each time against her roundly working buttocks below.
The previously faithful young wife suddenly threw all caution to the wind, concentrating all her attention on the blissful sensations that her new lover's lust-peaking thrusting motions gave her cock-hungry body. The broad-shouldered lineman raised himself up on his hands now spread on the floor beside her shoulders, his dark eyes appreciatively watching the ecstatic uncontrolled lust on her face. Although his identity was slightly blurred to Rusty's vision by waves of insatiable desire clouding her eyes, somewhere inside, she was aware that this man stroking into her hot moist vagina was not her husband, and the sinfulness of the situation made her become inexplicably still more excited. The abandoned young wife's mouth hung slackly open to the side as she groaned lewdly out loud in the hollow sounding room. Ceaseless deep-throated guttural sounds escaped from between her lips with each smooth stroke of her seducer's hard-pistoning cock, her long golden blonde hair scattered about on the wood floor as she wildly writhed beneath him.
Ronny let his eyes pass down over the tautly stretched tendons of Rusty's soft cream-white neck, pausing to relish the gently heaving mounds of her wide-set breasts, their firm pink nipples jutting out like tiny berries offered up for him to devour, and then he looked on down past her tender cock-stuffed belly to their merging loins below.
As he fucked deeper and deeper between her wide-splayed legs, he could see his blood-distended penis withdrawing almost full length from the clasping crimson pink lips of her pussy, then rushing headlong back into the upthrusting mound up between her open thighs. The blonde beauty was pushing up to meet his fucking thrusts as if she were unable to wait a split second for his next plunge into her moist hot cunt. Each time he drove it home to the hilt, the well-built young man held there an instant, savoring the delicious sensations as she shuddered violently on his obscenely impaling shaft of flesh, his co-worker's loins jerking in tiny quick rotations that threatened to make his cum-laden balls explode at any minute. Again and again the blonde wrenched her pelvis downward as the strong muscular man began the long withdrawal, her warm moist pussy sucking at his thick throbbing cock like a wild animal in heat.
God almighty, she's a good lay! Ronny said to himself as the abandoned female heaved wildly beneath him like a demon. Letting his upper body fall forward onto hers again, Ronny reached up under Rusty's crazily jerking buttocks. As he drove his swollen penis rhythmically into the steaming hot wetness of her cunt, with his fingers, he spread the narrow crevice of her ass-cheeks wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her unprotected anus. Teasingly, he passed over the tiny puckering nether mouth with his fingertip, sending her loins into new spasms of activity from the sudden unexpected contact.
Spreading her legs even wider to give him still greater access to her ravenous pussy. Mack's blonde wife pitched crazily under Ronny Hodges, and he sensed that, before long, the young girl would be reaching her climax. The way this wild young thing under him was responding to his long hard hammering thrusts, she must really be hungry for sex!
Eagerly, Rusty opened and closed her trembling thighs around his hips in lewd unison with his relentlessly spearing strokes into her all-consuming vagina. Into his ear she warbled meaningless cries as though she had no control over her voice, now coming closer and closer to the delirious moment of fulfillment she had been working toward.
Suddenly, the sex-delirious twenty-one year old pulled her knees up under his chest as high as they would go, presenting her upward thrusting loins in desperate urging to his merciless cock-strokes, and then she found her voice again.
"Ohhhhh, fuck it! Fuck it hard-hard!" she chanted, mumbling obscene words she had never before used, spurring him on with the sporadic pounding of her heels on his tightly clenched buttocks. Then she moaned, as if in pain, and pulled her thighs up higher, pressing her full-mounded breasts back flat against her chest.
"I'm cumming!" the blonde exclaimed, as if in surprise, her mouth opening wide in ecstatic abandon. "I'm cumming!" she repeated, as though convincing herself.
The whole of her widely stretched pink pussy was presented up to her lust-crazed co-worker to use as he wished, her ankles now locked high up over his shoulders, her toes curled under into tight little balls. Rusty could feel her tiny throbbing clitoris jerking along the top of his slowly driving cock, as her loins squirmed against him in the wild uninhibited throes of her orgasm. Her words had once again become incoherent, unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to herself, her wide unseeing eyes gazing as if in wonder at the shadowy reaches of the ceiling.
Jesus, look at the little piece go! Ronny Hodges marveled as he grinned down at the young wife racing out of control into a wild final climax. He gritted his teeth and then clenched his buttocks tightly together to keep from cumming himself, slaving and sweating over her harder than he ever had with any woman. This time it would be worth it to wait for his partner's orgasm. After the starvation diet she had been on, she would be so grateful to him for completely satisfying her that he would then be able to fuck her whenever or wherever the opportunity arose.
"I'M CUMMMIIIINNNGGG!" Rusty suddenly cried out again, the words urging him to plunge deeper into her wetly gyrating pussy. He could feel her ass-cheeks clenching at his tingling cum-swollen balls beneath as she locked herself to him with all the strength of her convulsively twitching thighs, shuddering against his body, the hotly clasping inner walls of her pussy flooding warm orgasmic moistness out around his buried hardness for what seemed an eternity.
The young blonde held her breath for an interminable moment and then expelled it as though struck in the stomach, her body collapsing limply back onto the wood floor of the abandoned house. She lay still and unmoving, uncontrollable palpitations of her well-fucked cunt going on and on like a wild animal just beginning to be tamed, pulsing around his cock lodged deeply up inside her satisfied little belly.
Ronny let her rest a moment beneath him, even though it was all he could do to keep from going on screwing into her wetly clinging young cunt. God, he had never seen anything like it! Appreciatively, he flexed his hotly aching penis deep in her tight-clutching vagina, hoping to bring her to life again.
"You're really a hot little bitch," Ronny whispered approvingly in Rusty's ear, at the same time reaching his hands back under the young woman's still softly quivering buttocks to knead the resilient flesh like ripe luscious fruits.
The physically exhausted blonde wife felt the uneasy stirring of her conscience as she gradually returned to her senses. But the realization that she had been too love-hungry to resist this handsome virile young lineman allowed her an excuse for her first adultery. It was Mack's own fault, she reminded herself, for leaving her unsatisfied for so long.
At that moment, she felt Ronny Hodges wet his finger in the fluids seeping from her cunt and run it up and down the narrow crevice between her buttocks, searching for her tight little anal opening. Finding his goal, her strongly built seducer shoved hard against the puckered rubbery ring until it gave before his lewd pressure.
"Aggggh! God! It hurts!" the breathless blonde complained beneath him, her body bucking upward in an attempt to escape the thickness of his middle finger now buried up to the knuckle in the tightness of her warm rectal entrance.
But Ronny kept right on, ramming his finger up into her defenseless anus and again starting to slip his painfully expanded cock slowly in and out of her cum-drenched cunt. Finally, he felt what he had hoped for-Rusty gradually adjusted to the painful invasion of her tight little rectum, and now she began rocking back and forth again beneath him. Soon they were fucking together in complete abandoned unison once again, Rusty moaning out low as she sensed the surprising ripples of another orgasm building deep in her loins. She had never felt so completely filled in her life; the sensations spreading through her body were driving her wild!
"Ohhhhh, my God!" she suddenly cried out, the sound of her voice filling the deserted house. "I'm cumming again. Don't stop! I'm cumming!"
This time Ronny could not hold back. His wildly jerking cock hotly expanded inside her moistly pulsing cunt, the machine-gun spurts beginning deep down in his aching balls at long last. His hot cum spewed up into her wetly flooded cunt as he groaned above her like a wild animal trumpeting his lust in the jungle.
"That's it, baby," he grunted down at her. "Fuck your little pussy up onto my cock. Screw me back, baby! I'm cumming too. Fuck it!"
"Oh yes, fill me. Fill me with your cum, honey," Rusty gasped as she felt the delicious heated wetness shooting into her like liquid fire. Her cunt hotly clasped around its hard-driving thickness as her own lust-fired secretions once more erupted in adulterous answer and spilled out into the already drowning cavern of her wildly quivering cuntal passage.
Ronny gave one last powerful lunge up between her upraised legs and held himself there to spew out the last precious drop of semen into the sucking mouth of the young blonde's pussy.
"There's-my-cum-deep-inside-your-hot-little-cunt!" the young lineman grunted over her, holding his exploding loins as tight to her squirming pussy flesh as he could. He could feel her insides still gushing forth around his slowly deflating penis as she writhed greedily, anxious to suck from him all the sperm he had to offer. Shoving her ass-cheeks downward, Rusty squirmed her frantically clutching anus around on his skewering middle finger until the palm of his hand was pressed flat against her buttocks, the tiny ring of flesh contracting around him. Then, it was all over for her. It had seemed endless, but she gave one last groan and trembled under him as she let herself collapse on the floor. Her long tapering legs fell outward from his body so that she lay spread-eagled on the boards beneath him, her eyes closed in complete satiation.
Ronny lay still for a moment savoring the total depletion he felt in his loins. The tender young blonde's well-fucked cunt fluttered slightly around his now limp penis, and then as he slowly pulled himself away from her until it slipped uselessly out of her widely stretched cuntal opening, he at the same time pulled his middle finger out from between her silken ass-cheeks with a slight popping noise. As he rose up onto his knees above Rusty's seemingly unconscious form he could see the wetly tangled golden hair around the sweet pink lips of her pussy, glistening lewdly in the firelight. The smooth white flesh of her splayed out inner thighs was sticky with the mingled wetness of their fucking, cum dripping in tiny white rivulets down the crevice of her buttocks.
For a long time the young love-spent couple said nothing, listening only to the steady drum of the rain on the roof. Rusty could not bring herself to open her eyes and meet Ronny's gaze, ashamed as she now was of having lost control of herself with him. She was sure that he must think she did this kind of thing every day, but it was not true. It was the first time in her life that she had had intercourse with anyone other than the man she had married. Ronny Hodges, please don't think I'm a whore, she begged inside her mind.
The embarrassed young blonde remained lying flat on her back with her right arm thrown across her eyes as she listened to her broad-shouldered lover putting on his clothes. How would she ever be able to look him in the face again? What would she feel like when her husband Mack sat with her at the dinner table that night and asked her about her first day in the field? Rusty now understood that just such an unpredictable happening as this was what her husband had been afraid of when he had complained about her taking a man's job. Although the young wife was not planning to tell her husband about her transgression, there was no doubt in her mind that Mack would sense something had happened. Somehow, if only by intuition, he would pick it up.
When Ronny had finished putting his boots on and had walked out of the room and onto the open front porch, Rusty took the opportunity to quickly get herself dressed. The rain seemed to be letting up a little bit, and it was possible that their foreman Bob Cabot would be returning to check on them or to take them back to the central office for the day.
No sooner had Rusty finished putting on her clothes than she heard the sound of the truck slowly whining in four-wheel drive up to the front of the house. She heard Ronny greet their boss from the front of the house, and by the time the motor had stopped she too was standing in the doorway. Rusty hoped the weak depleted feeling in her loins did not show on her face. The last person she wanted to have know about her illicit little episode with Ronny Hodges was Foreman Bob Cabot. The surly older man would love to take something like that and make a big deal out of it if he could and he would find a way.
* * *
Little did she and Ronny know it, but the foreman had suspected exactly what they would do if he left them alone long enough. Earlier, putting on his black plastic slicker against the relentless downpour of rain, Cabot had parked a quarter of a mile away and approached the deserted house. Inside he had seen exactly what he had expected to see, catching sight of the lewdly intertwined couple just as they were finishing their fuck. He made up his mind not to say anything until it was to his advantage to do so.
And if he had anything to do with it, that would be very soon indeed. He wouldn't mind getting a little of that haughty blonde who treated him as though he were the scum of the earth, and he knew a couple of other guys who would be only too glad to help humiliate her, if asked.
"Hurry it up, you guys," Cabot said as they . climbed into the cab of the truck. "There's not a chance of getting any work done today. Back to the shop to assemble units for tomorrow."
They rode in silence back to the telephone company, each lost in his own thoughts, but they all centered around one person and one thing-blonde, twenty-one year old Rusty Brown, and sex.
CHAPTER FOUR
The rest of that first week went smoothly and without incident for the first female lineman for the telephone company. Rusty felt proud of the job she had been doing, knowing that whatever success she had would eventually be beneficial for the other women she had worked with before. She did her best not to sit next to Ronny Hodges in the crew cab when he wasn't driving, and she avoided being around him back at the office. The young blonde didn't want him to get the idea that she was a woman on the make, thinking it better to let him forget the whole thing.
Her husband Mack wasn't making it easier for her by any means, still pretending no interest in his young wife as if she had done something wrong. Actually, it was no different than it had been for the past few months, but Rusty couldn't help feeling sometimes as though it might be her fault; her self-imposed guilt about losing control of herself with Ronny Hodges made it worse.
It was true that Rusty and Ronny were often alone together in the field, but most of the day they were fifty yards apart, each working on their separate tasks. More than once the middle-aged Bob Cabot showed up, supposedly to observe how well the young trainees were working, but he usually made sure he was standing under Rusty while she climbed the telephone poles, looking up with obvious relish at her straining thighs and buttocks in the tight-fitting company uniform.
The lecherous foreman was still biding his time, waiting for a chance at the new girl who was working for him, but he hadn't forgotten the events of the first day. Besides that, he had been talking to the most notorious easy lay and gossip working for the company, Lucy Anne Forbes. Lucy Anne knew several stories about Ronny concerning him and other women, even though the young lineman had only been working there a short while, but could say nothing promising about Rusty. In his own mind, Cabot was trying to work out a plan to get into the panties of the snippy little blonde who had treated him so disdainfully, piecing together a plot with what he had learned from Lucy Anne Forbes.
At thirty-six Lucy Anne was a little older than most of the girls working for the company, but she was still hot for a little screwing around when there was someone available. Cabot himself had been in bed with her more than once, usually at a drunken company party where the only one he could get his hands on was Lucy Anne. She had mentioned that she would like to get her hands on young Ronny Hodges, and Cabot had immediately begun to figure a way to use this to get what he wanted ... namely, Rusty Brown.
Now, as he looked lustfully up at Rusty's well-rounded buttocks stretching the material of her green work pants, Cabot smiled secretly to himself.
I'll be squeezing that sweet little ass of yours before long, he gloated to himself. I'll fuck you until you think one of these poles is up in your cunt.
"Better tighten that one down and get a move on, Brown," the foreman told Rusty. "The rest of the crew is right behind you stringing lines."
It was a needless comment, because Rusty and Ronny Hodges, aware that as new members of Cabot's crew they would be watched carefully, had been working as fast as the tedious work would allow. It was a known fact that the men working behind them stringing lines could cover more ground than the fitters ahead of them could, and Rusty knew that Cabot, too, was well aware of it.
"We've done two miles in three days," the tired young blonde told her boss in exasperation. "What do you want ... blood?"
Bob Cabot had an answer for that, but he didn't make it at that moment. He would get what he wanted soon enough, so he just shrugged his shoulders and walked away.
Long before the stringing crew came into sight, both Ronny and Rusty heard their loud, raucous voices. They sounded as though they were breaking themselves to catch up to the two new members, working faster and faster as the afternoon wore on. By four-thirty they were in sight, and it was obvious that no matter how hard the two new crew members worked, the others would catch up with them the following day.
Sure enough, by mid-morning break the next day, Friday, the stringers were right behind them. Rusty could hear their ribald remarks even before they were within three poles distance away.
"Come on, you guys," she heard one of them say to his friend. "I want to get a load of Rusty from down under."
"Me, too," chimed in another, coarser voice.
"The boss says she's got a nice butt on her," said a voice from the top of the telephone pole behind her.
The twenty-one year old girl was tempted to make some return comments, but a few cautionary words from Ronny Hodges as she moved onto the post ahead of him made her decide to hold her tongue.
"They would like nothing better than to have you give them some backtalk," Ronny told her. "Let 'em have their fun. They don't know any better."
But it was difficult when the whole crew stood under the pole where Rusty was tightening the glass birds just before the break. There were raucous whistles and groans of appreciation as the men stood craning their necks to stare up at her straddling the thick wooden pole. Every time she made another turn with the spanner, her whole body swung provocatively on the pole, and a chorus of moans and lewd remarks floated up to her ears.
"Hey, baby, you can screw mine down tight any time you want to," a young workman called up to her. Rusty was sweating from the exertion she was putting into her work, and it was all she could do not to answer him with a crushing remark. But Ronny Hodges had warned her, and she took his words to heart, merely smiling in a distant way at the crew ogling her from below.
At break time they all sat together under a yellow-leaved elm tree, the men still making suggestive comments that were driving Rusty crazy with anger. At one point she was ready to call it quits and go back to being an operator with the company, but stubbornness and pride kept her from it.
She did lose her temper once just before the break was over. "You guys are such a pain," she told them, standing up to find a place to relieve herself before she had to get back to work. "Can't you treat me like a human being instead of like some kind of side-show freak. How would you like for someone to tell you, you had to work pent-up inside a dingy office for the rest of your life?" Then she stalked off into the bushes and looked for a secluded place to take her pants down.
"She's right, you bums," Ronny Hodges upbraided the rest of the men when Rusty was gone. "She's doing a good job. Why don't you leave her alone?"
"Listen to Mr. Handsome talk," the young man who had been most outspoken said. "He must be getting a little of that when nobody's around. How about it, Hodges?"
"You lousy...." Ronny started cursing as he rose from his place leaning against the trunk of a tree. But at that moment the crew-cab driven by Bob Cabot was grinding up the hill toward them. Ronny clenched his fists and held himself back. His nerves were already stretched to the breaking point due to working hard to remain on the crew. He thought he had himself under control, but then, just as Cabot pulled to a halt beside them, a second young crew member put in a final insulting remark in Rusty's absence. Ronny flew into a rage.
"You lousy son of a bitch!" Ronny shouted at the offending crew member. "Why can't you treat her with a little respect? She's doing her job which is more than I can say for you!" The two men were wrestling each other angrily when the crew boss came on the scene.
"Okay, you guys. Knock it off!" the foreman ordered, grabbing Ronny by the collar of his work shirt. "What's it all about?"
"Hell, boss. I was just having a little fun," the young man who had made the comment offered. "I don't know what got into this guy Hodges. He jumped me like I had told his mother to go fuck herself."
Cabot turned on Hodges immediately. It was obvious what was going on, and secretly Cabot was glad, but he couldn't let on yet that he was aware of what had happened between the aloof young blonde and this wise-guy.
"Watch yourself, Hodges," was all he could say. "The company don't like rough-necks working for them. Settle down."
At that moment Rusty returned from the bushes. She could see that Ronny's face was flushed and angry, and she assumed that in her absence he had tried to stick up for her, for which she was grateful. But she deemed it wise not to make any comments, and sat down to have one last swig of coffee from her thermos before it was time to get back to work.
"Hi, blondie," the foreman greeted her. "Find the bathroom all right?"
The others guffawed and made faces at their boss's humor, except for Ronny Hodges, who wished that he didn't need his job so badly. He would have liked to punch the coarse bastard in the mouth.
"Listen, Hodges, Brown. You can get on with outfitting the rest of the posts. The rest of you bums climb in the truck. There's work to be done on the other side of Huntington. Come on, let's go."
After the crew snapped their lunch boxes closed and roared off with Cabot in the truck, silence fell once more on the countryside. Ronny made a face of disgust as he packed up his thermos and lunch box, not wanting to say anything to Rusty.
"Listen, Ronny," she told him, placing her hand tenderly on the back of his neck. "I know you were defending me against those nincompoops. You know I appreciate it, but don't make it hard on yourself. It's obvious that, for some reason, Bob Cabot has it in for both of us. But there's no need for you to jeopardize yourself. I can take care of myself."
"I know that, Rusty. But they really get me going. Acting as if they were God's gift to the world," Ronny told her without looking into her face. "Anyway, the job you're doing is as good as anything any of them could do. That's what bothers them most. That, and the fact that you're a good-looking woman they can't get their hands on."
With a gesture of impatience, he got up and gathered his tools to get back to his work.
Rusty Brown watched his strong muscular thighs carry him up the next pole he had to outfit, and for a moment she wished she were one of those women who could successfully carry on an affair outside her marriage. If she were, there was no doubt in her mind that Ronny Hodges was the man she would be having it with.
A frown crossed her pretty face as she forced herself to forget about the handsome one-time lover and get on with her work.
CHAPTER FIVE
Lucy Anne Forbes lived alone in an apartment in the busiest section of Fishwharf, a little art colony on the North Shore of the Island. She liked the location of her apartment because she could step out the door and within a few minutes be sitting in a bar with the kind of atmosphere she dug most-men, young men. It was also easy to get to her apartment from the expressway, so that if a boy friend was coming from Queens or Suffolk County, he could shoot right off the superhighway and almost be at her doorstep. The curvaceous redhead liked to make herself eminently available to as many men as possible. In Fishwharf she had found the perfect place to live her wild and free sexual life.
It was hard to tell on sight how old Lucy Anne was. If you saw her in the low, reddish lights of her favorite bar, she could appear to be as young as twenty-five or six. In the stark sunlight of the stony beach near where she lived, after the water had washed off her makeup, she might seem to be in her early forties, except that from a distance her trim figure would fool you into thinking she was still a college girl. Her actual age was thirty-six, and she had used all her years to good advantage, learning everything the catalog of human sensuality has to teach. Her green eyes flecked with brown showed nothing but competitive interest in other women, but let a well-hung male show up on the scene, and the change was obvious. The experienced woman could be alternately seductive, coy, challenging, as well as reluctant and virginal. Her full sensual lips smiled suggestively, quivering slightly at the corners when she had her cat-like eyes centered in on new male prey, and her nostrils flared in excitement like a predatory animal in pursuit of a highly prized victim. Then her shoulders would lift up so that her full, shapely breasts would thrust out to her best advantage, arid she would arch the small of her back from time to time so that her ample hips and pelvis swung invitingly toward her potential lover, offering promise of juicy forbidden delights up between her thighs. Sitting usually with her legs crossed, her rounded knees exposed under the short, short skirts she was used to wearing, her slender right ankle swung back and forth in a steady rhythm that gave her taut ass-cheeks a back-and-forth come-on to any man who might be behind her in the room.
In spite of her special taste for younger men, sometimes, like tonight, she craved a little straight-forward, un-fancied, old-fashioned fucking. With the young ones, Lucy Anne usually had to play a role of some kind, like acting the part of a sex-hungry older woman who appreciated the virility of her unsuspecting escort, but with men like Bob Cabot she didn't have to pretend. As soon as he walked in the door and looked her in the eyes, the redhead could strip off her clothes without saying a word, knowing he wasn't interesting in anything himself but a good, rough-and-tumble hour in bed. It was obvious that he had never even considered whether he was attractive to a woman or not, nor had he ever had a single thought about his virility. He could just get a hard-on and fuck her until she thought her whole body would come to pieces, and then he would fill her with a load of hot cum that made her belly turn over with satisfaction.
Right now, Cabot was just lowering himself down over Lucy Anne's wide open loins. His thick-veined fist was wrapped around his long, blood-engorged hardness as he propped himself up on his other hand to watch it go in. Lucy Anne herself had raised her head from the bedsheet, looking down between her full naked white breasts to enjoy the sight of his huge penis approaching her throbbing ready cunt. Though they had spent no time on useless foreplay, she could feel the lust juices flowing freely inside the warm confines of her vagina, while her quivering little clitoris ached in anticipation of what was to come. Finally, the moist pink outer lips of her cunt felt his pulsing cock-head's first searing contact, and the voluptuous redhead splayed her smooth thighs wider apart, jerking her pelvic triangle up at him in uncontrollable eagerness.
"Come on, baby," she crooned to the telephone company foreman, who was taking his time. "Ram that nice hard rock right up inside me. My pussy's all wet and purring for it. Hurry up, damn it!"
Cabot grinned lewdly above her naked body. He always liked Lucy Anne; she liked to fuck and that was all there was to it. Clenching his buttocks tightly together, the slightly paunchy older man shoved his pulsating thickness forward into the deep hot sheath of her desire-moistened cunt. He watched as her eyes closed in sheer ecstasy at the belly-filling sensations, the warm soft folds of her well-used but still tight little tunnel wrapping around his throbbing cock like hungry wet lips sucking it. Shoving it all the way into the hilt, until the tip-end bumped obscenely against her throbbing cervix and his thick wiry gray pubic hair pressed hard into her hotly erect clitoris, Cabot held his lengthy penis rigid there, savoring the tiny ripples in the warmly enveloping walls of her pussy. Little by little he felt her hips begin to move without seeming to, making her hot juicy cuntal lips slip hungrily back and forth on his lust-sensitized cock-shaft, barely an inch each way. Then he gradually matched her lengthening strokes, drawing back to fuck into her with short hard thrusts that made the rosy nipples dance on her fleshy white breasts. Her moans were coming more frequently now, and Cabot steadily increased the depth of his plunges until he was pulling almost all the way out of her, then viciously shoving his long hard shaft all the way into her upthrusting loins. He gave a short animal-like grunt with every lunge he made between her jackknifed legs, feeling Ins heavy semen-filled testicles slap resoundingly into her hard-clenched buttocks beneath. This hot little redhead really likes getting cock, he told himself in obscene glee. "Get it, Red! Fuck right on, honey," he growled encouragingly down at her. "Slip and slide that fuckin' cunt up and down my prick till it blows up!"
The foreman's lewd language seemed to spur the uninhibited telephone operator to still even greater heights of passion. Her hands began caressing her breasts, kneading the flaccid white flesh obscenely with her fingers as Cabot watched, her thumbs and forefingers from time to time pressing her stiffened nipples flat against her breasts and then pinching them up into an even higher, hlood-tingling erection. Her curvaceous torso was writhing in naked abandon beneath his hungry fucking, while her head tossed back and forth on the bed from the greedy desire building to greater and greater heights in her lower belly. Cabot could tell the redhead was getting close to a climax, and he began pumping more furiously into her open-spread pussy from the tips of his toes, banging her head against the headboard of the bed from the force of his blows against her squirming pelvis.
Lucy Anne gave a deep-throated groan as she felt her belly explode in orgasm, great steaming floods of orgiastic wetness spewing from the walls of her throbbing vagina around his insanely pistoning cock. She splayed her shapely legs out wider, lifting them into the air on either side of Bob Cabot's wildly pumping loins to give him unimpeded access to her crazily sucking vagina. The abandoned redhead thrust her loins up at him with brutal force, screwing herself up hungrily on the still driving rod of his lust-heated flesh.
"Sock it home, baby! Fuck me!" she cried again and again. "I'm still cumming!" Her nostrils flared and then one long last gasp of breath escaped from her lungs as though she had been punched in the belly by a fist. Finally she collapsed under him, her expended body still quivering uncontrollably under him, as she felt the maddening sensations gently recede from her loins.
Bob Cabot continued his steady hammering strokes, feeling his balls swirling with the heat of his built-up semen, gritting his teeth as he pummeled her now helplessly limp form like a rag doll. Suddenly, her right leg which had collapsed with the other one back down onto the mattress snaked up around his hips, and with one powerful lunge she rolled Cabot over onto his back, his pistoning hardness still embedded deep in her wetly cum-flooded cunt. Now she was kneeling up over him, her upthrust buttocks pumping up and down as she rode her wildly alive pussy down onto the thickness of his iron-like penis. Her full soft breasts dangled teasingly down against his heaving chest as she slaved above him to bring him to a climax.
The hot fluid warmth of her satisfied cunt still washed down over his aching balls, and Cabot could feel a jet stream of his own irrepressible cum beginning to climb up along his stiffly throbbing rod of flesh sunk deep in her smooth white belly. He groaned out loud from the lewd sensation and began jerking his loins fiercely upward, driving his lust-thickened cock as deep as he could into the tantalizing wetness of her vagina. At that moment, Lucy Anne sat all the way up straight on his thickness, her ass-cheeks clenching and unclenching around his boiling testicles beneath, while both her hands buried themselves down around the base of his cock to milk him dry.
"That's fuckin', baby," she cooed down at him. "Fill me with your hot cum!" Her hands obscenely kneaded and stroked at his cock and sperm-laden balls until he could wait no longer.
"Oh, Christ!" Cabot hissed up at her, his body arching and lunging up closer to her softly grinding pussy. "Here it comes!"
"Umh ... yes! Yes! Give it to me!" she egged him on, and the two of them bucked and pumped together like wild-cats, the delicious hot white liquid spurting up into her straddling cunt like streams of fire, filling her never-satisfied belly to the brim. She clamped the inner muscles of her cock-hungry cunt around his wildly throbbing shaft of flesh, sucking at him with all of her wetly rippling vaginal passage, until finally it gave one last spasmodic jerk inside her, the final drop of cum sucked out into her pussy.
While Bob Cabot groaned softly from the lingering sensations of his orgasm, the voluptuous redhead continued milking lightly at his balls with the tips of her fingernails. Squirming her warm ass-cheeks down onto him, and her upper arms squeezed her firmly resilient breasts together into twin mounds of quivering flesh. Gradually, she felt his cock begin to soften inside her until it slipped wetly out of her juicy cuntal opening with a slight sibilant sound of moist suction, and then she was holding his wet limp penis in the palms of her hands, a mass of depleted male flesh which she began kissing and massaging in grateful appreciation.
Cabot opened his eyes and looked up at the full-bodied telephone operator hunched up over his loins. She was staring down at his exhausted cock in her hands as though trying to will it to come to life again.
"You can really fuck," he told her in a hoarse voice. Lucy Anne met his eyes with a glazed satiated look before sliding her cum-soaked cuntal slit down along the length of his thigh and then ovaling her sensual mouth around the limp tip-end of his softened penis. Little by little, holding his vulnerable flesh in her mouth by suction alone, the lusty redhead arranged his knees bent up a little on either side of her body, lifted her breasts up over the tops of his thighs so they would be in full view, and then she smiled up at him with his penis between her lips. He watched as she slowly began to slip her moist lips back and forth on his cock, urging it to swell and fill the inner warmth of her mouth. He could feel her fingers down under his body digging excitedly into his testicles and flicking lightly over his sensitive anus.
"Mmmmmmmm, that's good, Lucy Anne," he moaned above her as he felt his nerve-endings tingle into life again down in his loins. "I bet you like it as much as I do."
"Mmmmmmm-hmmmmmm," she agreed around the slowly thickening shaft in her mouth. Her tongue had begun lashing wetly around the underside of his thick-veined shaft, occasionally pressing hotly into the narrow slit in the blunt bulbous head. He was stiffening between her clinging lips slowly but surely, and she began bobbing her head up and down over the lengthening rod buried in her mouth. Cabot propped his head up on a pillow so he could observe the red-haired vixen's obscene ministrations over his once again aching loins, enjoying the sight of her full ripe breasts billowing out whitely over his hairy thighs and her glistening red lips rounded over his growing cock-flesh. There was no doubt about it-Lucy Anne Forbes was practically insatiable.
"H-how would you like to get some new cock?" the company foreman asked her as she sucked on him. Her green eyes flashed up at him in questioning interest.
"This new guy, Ronny Hodges," he went on, feeling her suck still more persuasively at his now almost fully erect penis.
"MMMMMMMM!" Lucy Anne mumbled, indicating she knew him and liked the idea.
"I happen to know he's on the make," Cabot continued. "He fucked that new girl on my crew the first day out. They don't know I saw them." He went on to tell her the whole story while she went on sucking.
Lucy Anne's lips tightened around the whole of his sensitive cock-head, trapping it completely inside the warm, wetly heated cavern of her mouth. Hearing the story of the young couple's illicit screwing was a stimulating reward the older redhead had not been expecting.
"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned again, her sensuous lips firmly locked around his blood-swelling glans. The lecherous older man could feel the softness of her tongue swirling maddeningly around his desire-engorged shaft, her crimson lips clasping wetly to him as Cabot described each lewd detail of the lust-inciting scene for her imagination. One of her hands was gently running its nails lightly over the soft resilience of his cum laden balls, while the other was stroking the thickening base of his saliva-wet rod of flesh between thumb and forefinger, beckoning long rolling waves of arousal up from deep down in his stirring loins.
Because he was getting close to ejaculating again, Cabot stopped talking a moment to savor the delicious expertise of her mouth on his throbbing cock. And feeling his penis pulsing between her lips, Lucy Anne began sucking even harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the resistant flesh, leaving small white trails where they scraped the blood from beneath the surface of his skin. Her tongue swiped furiously around and around the growing glans until Cabot felt himself reaching the bursting point.
All of the rigid shaft was deep into her throat now, and he was certain she would choke. But she continued to suck him on and on into a paradise of indescribable pleasure. Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep in his balls as he watched her face working above his quivering loins. He could see tiny rivulets of perspiration rolling down her temples in little droplets as she jerked her head up and down over his lust-knotted shaft like a woman gone mad.
He groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily, spilling incoherent mutterings from his lips. Then, suddenly, he gasped again, louder than before.
The moment was here and a low, guttural sound started from deep in his chest as he felt the hot steaming semen begin its mad spurt from the sanctity of his balls to spew in hot thin streams into her openly willing mouth. The orally impaled redhead's cheeks expanded and hollowed as she swallowed, greedy for the warm flooding gushes of his burning cum. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his white-hot sperm in between her lush red lips, and he reached with his hands to tangle his fingers cruelly in her flowing red hair, holding her head to the throbbing of his loins as he shoved his spurting shaft all the way down her gasping throat as far as it would go.
She swallowed, coughing sporadically to keep from choking, and then finally he moaned his last and rammed up into her mouth in complete fulfillment. Slowly, as she continued her sucking in gentle, lulling rhythm, his cock began deflating in her hot moist mouth, becoming once more flexible and then completely limp.
Lucy Anne had sucked him dry, reluctantly letting his softened cock slip out of her clinging lips with a slight popping sound from the suction.
"You like that, huh?" the sensual redheaded woman asked him as she rested her head on his paunchy stomach, her voluptuously soft breasts covering his satiated cock with their warmth.
"Christ! Do I like!" Cabot moaned. "And just wait until Hodges gets a little of that. It'll drive him out of his fucking mind!"
"You really think I could get Ronny into bed, huh?" Lucy Anne asked with a wistful sound to her voice. "I'm not sure I'm his type."
"Believe me, you little redheaded bitch. You're his type all right. You're the kind of woman every red-blooded man dreams about." He knew that if he went along with the promise of a new stud, she would be willing to play along with what he had in mind.
"Ummmm, thanks, lover," the highly sexed redhead said, pressing her soft breasts down tighter onto his depleted loins. "But how do I get to him? He doesn't even know me."
"That's where I come in, honey babe. We'll arrange a little party next Saturday night at the Stag Club, only a few selected women invited. I'll see to it that Hodges is there, and I'll introduce you to him. After that, let Mother Nature take her course." The foreman waited a moment and then went on. "Between now and then, do me a favor, though?"
"Anything you want, baby," Lucy Anne said, wrapping her arms around his masculine buttocks and giving them a hearty squeeze. She was looking forward to getting her hands on that handsome virile blonde man she had seen around the telephone company.
"Hodges and Rusty Brown have the hots for each other, and I think Rusty is having problems at home. Work on her to admit that she likes Hodges and should see more of him. Then we can get her to the Stag Club too."
"Ahhhhh, now I get it," Lucy put in. "Bob Cabot is after a little strange pussy himself."
"Right the first time. But don't forget, we'll both get what we want if you work it right. Deal?"
"Deal!" she answered, bending down to kiss Cabot's softened penis with the wetness of her full red lips. Smiling, he got up off the bed, dressed, and headed home before it got too late.
CHAPTER SIX
All that second week at her new job. Rusty Brown was feeling more exhausted than she had ever felt in her life, not even showing any apparent interest in making love to her husband Mack. But by Saturday, after she'd had half a day off, she was feeling pretty anxious for bedtime to come. Like it or not, Mack would satisfy her, she was thinking. She had it all planned. With the increase her first paycheck showed in wages, she had bought a new nightgown that left nothing to the imagination. She had tried it on in the shop, admiring before the mirror the way her full, ripe breasts jutted out almost obscenely into the sheer material, the pinkness of her nipples showing through the flimsy nylon. The hem of the gown barely covered the tops of her lush white thighs, and when she bent over slightly to look at the price tag on the box, she caught a glimpse of her well-rounded buttocks nakedly revealed when the gown pulled up in back.
If this doesn't turn him on, nothing will, the young blonde told her lewdly smiling reflection in the glass.
At six o'clock that afternoon Mack had said he was going out for a beer and a game of pool at his favorite hangout around the corner, and now it was almost eight o'clock. The special dinner she had fixed for him was getting ruined in the kitchen, and still there was no sign of him. Rusty had noticed that her husband had been wearing a sport coat and tie when he went out earlier, but it had made no impression on her at the time. Now she reflected that it was strange for him to get so dressed up just to go to the local bar.
The miffed young wife sat fuming in a living room chair for another half hour, wishing that she had listened to that older girl at the company, Lucy Anne Forbes. All week Lucy Anne had been digging for information about how Rusty and her husband were getting along, suggesting that maybe she should take advantage of some of the available young men working at the telephone company.
Lucy Anne had made it clear that she herself had no interest at all in marriage, since she got whatever sex she wanted without even lifting a little finger. Now, at this point, Rusty was almost ready to agree with her that a good-looking woman didn't need a husband, especially one who had no more interest in his wife than her Mack seemed to. Still, Rusty just hadn't been able to go along with Lucy Anne's suggestion that the two of them go together to the Stag Club party tonight. It hadn't seemed right somehow. It had been different that one time with Ronny Hodges in the abandoned house. Neither one of them had expected that to happen, but to deliberately set out with the thought in mind of meeting another man seemed too-too loose, too whorish for the innocent young wife to contemplate.
Impatiently, Rusty went to the closet and put a light orange coat over her short black mini-dress she had wanted to surprise Mack with. She slammed the door behind her as she went to look for him at the corner bar.
It was only a short walk, and Rusty arrived at the corner across from the bar within a couple of minutes. While she waited for the traffic to thin out so that she could cross the street, she happened to glance at the door of the bar just as a heavily made up peroxide blonde stepped onto the sidewalk. Right behind the woman was a tall handsome man who was obviously her escort.
Rusty almost cried out his name when she saw that it was her husband Mack. The shocked young wife gaped in disbelief as Mack waved down a taxi and got into the back seat, putting his arm around the whore's shoulders.
The bastard! Rusty swore to herself in uncharacteristic obscenity. That explains why he hasn't been interested in me in bed. God knew how long her husband had been paying to make it with other women, and the thought that she had been trying so hard to remain loving and faithful to him in spite of her unsatisfied desires angered her to the point where she could barely see where she was walking. Before long she found herself back in front of the entrance to her apartment house, and making a sudden decision, she raced upstairs to look up Lucy Anne Forbes' phone number. Although Lucy Anne had said that she would leave for the party about eight o'clock, it was possible that she hadn't left yet.
Rusty let the phone ring ten or twelve times before she decided that she must have missed the older woman, but then she looked up the address of the Stag Club, making her mind up on the spot that she would not let Mack get away with leaving her high and dry like that.
* * *
At the small, dingy entrance to the Stag Club, the doorman asked her in a rough voice who she was with. Mentioning Lucy Anne Forbes' name was enough for him. He had been told to expect a young blonde asking for this Forbes woman. Inside the dark bar which formed a kind of foyer to the main part of the club, Rusty hesitated a moment. It was not the kind of place she normally went to, and the frankly assessing glares of the men perched at the bar only made her more dubious about being there. Just as she turned to go, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Mr. Cabot!" she cried out in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"Hi, Rusty. I was about to ask you the same question." He could see the frightened look in her blue eyes, and he smiled disarmingly at her. "Buy you a drink?"
"N-no, thank you, Mr. Cabot. I was just looking for a friend."
"For God's sake, Rusty. You can call me Bob off the job. And who is it you're looking for?" He was steadily steering her toward a table against the wall near the bar.
Hesitating momentarily, not wanting to mention that she had been told Ronny Hodges might be there, she finally mentioned Lucy Anne's name.
"Lucy Anne?" Cabot said, his face lighting up in mock surprise. "I saw her around a minute ago. I didn't know you were a friend of hers." Raising his fingers, he signaled the bartender to bring them two Scotch and sodas.
"Well, I've only gotten to know her recently," Rusty admitted, reluctantly settling down in the chair he was holding out for her. "But she invited me to a party, and since I had nothing else to do tonight, I thought I'd come."
"Where's your husband?" Cabot asked, watching her face while she answered. It was obvious something was troubling her more than before, and Cabot had known for a long time that the young wife's home life was not the best.
"He-he's busy tonight," Rusty stammered. "I mean, he has some unexpected work to do, and I don't want to be in the way."
She's not a very good liar, Cabot chuckled to himself. He was secretly gratified that there probably wouldn't be an irate husband to deal with when he finally managed to get into her sweet little panties.
"Well, here's to friendship," he toasted when the drinks came. "Give my thanks to Lucy Anne for inviting you. She made my evening. Nothing's better than looking at a beautiful woman when you're down." He went on to hint that his wife had been two-timing him, and that he had just found out about it. Little did Rusty know it, but nothing could be farther from the truth. His wife knew he would beat the crap out of her if she dared to run around on him, even though she was well aware of his own transgressions.
When they had finished their drinks, Cabot ordered two more and then got up from his chair. "Come on, Rusty. Let me help you find Lucy Anne, and then I'll stop boring you to death."
Rusty couldn't help feeling sorry for her boss in a way; nevertheless she still found him unattractive. Otherwise she might have at least pretended to offer him the consolation of her company a while longer. As it was, she followed him into the main room of the club. Here the decorations hanging from the ceiling and light fixtures on the walls made it clear that some sort of party was in fact planned, but there were very few people there yet.
"Where is everybody?" Rusty asked.
"Oh, a lot of them aren't here yet. It's only nine o'clock or so. But there are lots of private rooms for those who want a little privacy. It's one of the big advantages to being a member of the Stag Club. You get services you couldn't have anywhere else."
Rusty wasn't sure she understood, but did not bother to question him further. She was looking around at the other women. Most of them seemed a little fast looking to her, with their hair done up in fancy bouffant styles, and wearing the most provocative clothes she had seen except on the women along Forty-Second Street in New York.
"I still don't see Lucy Anne anywhere," the bewildered wife said after they had made a complete circuit of the room, looking over the shoulders of those playing roulette or blackjack. "Are you sure you saw her?"
"Sure. She even spoke to me. Listen, there's a possibility she's in one of the private lounges. Want to take a look?"
"Well, no-if they're private, I wouldn't want to break in on her," Rusty answered. She was beginning to feel a little out of place in the club, almost wishing she hadn't come. Then she remembered that she had seen her husband going off with another woman in a cab, and she became defiant again.
"Oh, why not? Lucy Anne can always tell me to get lost. After all, she did ask me to come."
"That's the spirit," Cabot said, leading her by the arm toward a hallway off the main room.
Actually, Bob Cabot knew exactly where to find the redheaded telephone operator that Rusty called her friend.
In fact, as a member of the club, it was he who had made arrangements for the room she was now in. Cabot had also brought Ronny Hodges in that night, telling him there was a chance that Rusty Brown would be coming with Lucy Anne. Then Lucy Anne had taken the young man with her to one of the little bed-sitting rooms reserved for just the lurid purpose she had in mind, telling Ronny that she was supposed to meet Rusty there since Rusty didn't want everyone to know she was there without her husband. As it turned out, she'd had no trouble at all in convincing Ronny. The self-confident young lover had been sure all along that Rusty would be trying to see him again sooner or later after she had made love to him that first and only time in the abandoned house. Ronny also understood that Rusty would try to be circumspect if she were to meet him somewhere, so he had assumed it was all set up with her knowledge.
What he hadn't expected was that Lucy Anne would get to work so fast on him once she'd gotten him into the room alone.
Not that he had the slightest urge to resist, but Ronny had nevertheless been totally surprised when he sat down in the tiny red-carpeted room with Lucy Anne Forbes and she proceeded immediately to put the make on him. She had come around to his side of the little round table set with glasses and an iced bottle of champagne, plopping her voluptuous self down on his lap and throwing her arms around his neck. She looked really good to him in her low-cut taffeta dress matching the green of her eyes, her long red hair trailing down her back in a soft girlish pony tail.
The young man responded easily to her open-mouthed kiss, answering her lashing hot tongue with his own, letting her pull his hand up to cup the fullness of her large firm breasts. When she finally pulled her hot moist mouth away from his they were both breathing heavily and he could feel his penis stirring into life down in his jockey shorts.
"Hey, I thought Rusty was going to be nere?" he asked Lucy Anne, suddenly thinking he got the picture.
"Tell me the truth now, baby. Would you have come here tonight if you hadn't thought she would be here?"
"Well, no...." the fair-haired young man admitted. "But...."
"Are you sorry?" she teased him, rubbing her right hand softly over the bulging mound in his trousers.
"Mmmmmmm, God, no. I just wanted to be sure that...."
"That she wouldn't break in on us if she did come?" Lucy Anne finished the sentence for him. "Don't worry. In this club privacy is respected, believe me. If it weren't, they would soon be out of business."
With that she placed another moist hot kiss over his mouth, opening her softly rounded thighs to let his hand work its way up into the luring darkness between her legs. When his fingers found the blatantly naked entrance to her throbbing vagina, she moaned into his mouth and pushed her loins tight against his lewdly questing hand.
"Come on, baby, let's do this right," she said breathlessly, getting up from his lap. Before Ronny knew what was happening, the aroused redhead was lifting her dress up over her head, then proudly standing before him clad in a jet black half-brassiere cupping only the lower portion of her voluptuously mounded breasts and a narrow black garter belt. Both were made of thin almost transparent lace, and the open-mesh black hose held in place by the lace garter belt made a strikingly seductive picture.
"My God. You're quite a woman," Ronny exclaimed in surprise as the red-haired operator stood half-naked before him, the russet curls of her pubic mound contrasting almost satanically with her alabaster-white skin and black-sheathed legs. He had seen Lucy Anne around the office, but had never paid too much attention because she seemed a little older and a little too filled out for his taste. But now he had to admit that she was alluring-not even plump under her clothes, only voluptuous and well-rounded.
Lucy Anne stared brazenly at the obvious bulge in Ronny's pants and said in a deep sexy voice, "You look like quite a man, too, baby. Get undressed and let's see what you can do." While the young lineman hurriedly stripped down to the bare skin, the older experienced woman sat back on the bed and, facing him, began slowly to remove her garter belt and open-mesh black stockings, lifting each of her legs in turn, so that her firmly rounded buttocks and the pink outer folds of her cunt were spread out before him like a red flag before a bull. Ronny quickly threw his pants to one side and stepped up to the bed wearing only his jockey shorts, his rigidly erect cock about to burst out at the seams.
Pulling the elastic waistband of his shorts out far enough from his flat muscular stomach to clear his throbbing hard penis, Ronny slipped his shorts off and kicked them to one side, his eyes never leaving the enticing crevice of Lucy Anne's nakedly beckoning ass-cheeks. Gasping out loud at the magnificent sight before her, the redheaded woman reached behind her back and unclasped her brassiere, letting the full soft mounds of her breasts fall free of restraint. Ronny licked his lips in hungry anticipation of what was to come, watching intently as the ivory-skinned beauty slowly moved her hands down over the curves of her wide smooth hips and pulled her thighs up tight against her billowing white breasts, her waiting loins now tilted upward for the virile man to use as he wished.
"Come on, honey," she whispered in hoarse excitement. "Put that thing in me. Quick, before I die of lust!"
Placing an arm on either side of her, Ronny eagerly mounted the voluptuous woman as she reached down between her outspread thighs to grasp his pulsating thickness in her right hand and place it against the hot entrance to her wetly quivering pussy.
"Ohhhhhh, God, it feels good," she moaned at the first searing contact with her eagerly grasping cuntal lips.
Ronny felt her warm pussy wetness close over the tip-end of his cock like an elastic band, and then he shoved forward into the tight hot passage of her cunt with all his manly strength, pushing from his feet propped against the end of the bed. His aching hard penis raced full tilt up into her flowering inner walls until he finally struck bottom, feeling his heavy balls dangling beneath slap lewdly against her upturned buttocks.
Without hesitation the two of them began rocking together as he plunged in and out of her steaming vaginal wetness, his belly slapping up against the backs of her trembling white thighs. The small room was filled with the sounds of their animal groans as they brutally pumped their tightly fitting loins into one another with the force of a pile driving hammer.
Gritting his teeth from the excruciating pressure building up in his balls from the sensations caused by her cock-sucking pussy, Ronny watched Lucy Anne's softly rounded breasts jouncing under him, adding to his excitement.
Then he felt her hands slip around behind his buttocks and dig into his sinewy flesh as she urged him to fill her with more and more of his heavily swollen cock, one of her fingers flicking lightly, maddeningly over his anus behind. He knew it wouldn't be long before he would cum, and he drove his cock into her widespread loins as hard as he could, punishing her with his youthful virility. He could already feel her cunt quivering in readiness for an orgasm, while at the same time the deep hot swirls of sperm began to boil up from his testicles. It didn't matter that he was cumming so soon; he knew very well that he could get it up five or six times a night with a woman like this one.
Just at that moment, the bedroom door flew open.
Ronny turned his head and looked through almost unseeing eyes at the couple standing there aghast at the wantonness of the scene they had inadvertently barged in on.
The woman was Rusty Brown, and her blue eyes were wide open in surprise and dismay. But it was too late then for Ronny to stop even if he wanted to. And he didn't. Increasing his tempo until his glistening cock was flashing in and out of Lucy Anne's wildly swiveling pussy, he felt the explosion begin, his cock jerking inside her like a machine gun spurting white-hot cum far up into her nakedly spasming belly. He threw his head back with a groan and rammed himself up inside her as far as he could go, holding it there while the wantonly twisting redhead bucked her body up against his, her wide-open mouth groaning out the words of her release.
"Ohhhhhh, God, fuck me, baby. I'm cummmming! I'M CUMMMING HONEY!" Then her long white legs snaked out around Ronny's pummeling hips, hugging his loins still tighter against her own. They were still locked together in their final spasm of pleasure when Bob Cabot closed the door in Rusty Brown's horrified face.
The shocked and disillusioned young blonde could not move for a long moment, staring blank-faced at the wood panel door before her. Finally she gasped and began a long, low moan deep in her throat that ended in a flood of tears. Now she felt even more alone and deserted than before when she had seen her husband getting into the cab with another woman. Searching blindly in her purse for a tissue to dry her eyes and blow her nose, she turned away from her boss and began to run back down the hall. She had reached the end before she realized she had gone the wrong way to get out of that part of the club, but she did not have the strength or willpower to pass by Bob Cabot again. She was absolutely sure that Cabot had known exactly what they would find in that room, setting it up just to make her feel bad. Ever since Rusty had let him know that she was not interested in him, the paunchy foreman had treated her with vast disrespect.
She made up her mind then and there to make a point of reporting his surly manner to the Union, without mentioning anything about what she had seen tonight. Cabot would only find some way to use it against her if she brought it up now.
Leaning hopelessly with her face turned to the wall where she cried softly, feeling sorry for herself, Rusty heard Cabot's footsteps approaching her from behind. As soon as he seemed near enough to touch her, the distraught blonde wife flung herself around and tried to by-pass him in the narrow hallway.
Cabot was prepared for her attempt to bolt away from him, however, and he put out his arm to block her only avenue of escape.
"What's the matter, Brown? You don't like seeing your boy friend screwing another woman? You shouldn't be so greedy," he derided her in a husky voice. Seeing the obscenely fucking couple had vicariously excited his lust, and he could feel his thick penis throbbing in his pants ... throbbing for the chance to get into this prissy little blonde who'd caused him so much trouble.
"N-no, I don't care!" Rusty replied angrily, trying to duck under his arm. But he quickly grasped her around the shoulders, holding her trapped against his beefy chest. Suddenly what Cabot had said had dawned on her and she looked up at him in surprise and trepidation. There was no telling what the burly foreman would do with the information if he were to know for sure about her and Ronny making love. He might even use it to discredit the right of women employees, including herself, to work out in the field.
"That's right, baby," Cabot gloated when he saw that she understood what was in his mind. "I saw you and Hodges that first day in the abandoned house. And now it's my turn."
"No-I don't know what you're talking about...." Rusty stammered in confusion. But already his strong arms were forcing her backwards up against a doorway. Cabot reached around behind her and turned the handle of the door she was leaning against, flinging it open.
Then, after he had forced the young girl ahead of him into the room, he closed the door behind them and wrestled her toward the bed.
Her big blue eyes were suddenly filled with terror as she realized that he was really going to go through with trying to rape her. All other thoughts fled from her mind as she concentrated on the problem of how to get out of that room without having to undergo such a debasing experience. But the older man was too strong for the struggling young blonde, pushing her with all his force back toward the bed. Her knees caught at the edge of the mattress, causing her to fall stunned onto her back, her short black minidress flying up around her hips. She saw Cabot hurriedly unzip the fly of his pants, and before she could get off the bed and back onto her feet, he had freed his long thick penis from his shorts, grasping it in his right hand like a weapon. When he came toward her, Rusty stifled a gasp in her throat and lay frozen, completely mesmerized by the huge bulbous head in his hand as he slipped the loose foreskin up and down over its swollen purplish mass. His left hand began loosening his belt, letting his pants fall down around his ankles just as he reached the edge of the bed. Now Rusty could see the heavy, bloated testicles dangling bull-like between his legs, and horrified, she made a last futile attempt to escape this approaching monster of a man. She no longer cared what her fate would be at the company where she worked, her only concern now was to get away from her boss before it was too late. But Cabot was too fast for her. He threw his body down on top of hers, forcing one knee up between her tightly clenched legs. Then he reached down with both hands, and, hooking his fingers under the elastic waistband of her white nylon panties, he gave one mighty pull, and tore them into useless shreds. Now her helplessly trembling loins were fully exposed to his lecherous gaze. Cabot did not stop there. His hands tugged at the hem of her short minidress until he forced it up to her neck, so he could get at her well-filled white brassiere. Panting from the exertion, Cabot hooked his index finger up under the flimsy garment and tore it away from the ripe firm mounds of her breasts. The struggling blonde tried to pull her dress back down to cover her nakedness from his lewd gaze, but before she could manage it he let his full weight drop down onto her, driving the breath from her lungs and flattening the soft half-moons of her breasts beneath his wiry-haired chest. Then, lifting his body just enough so that he could cup his palms around the warm naked mounds, the slightly balding foreman slipped his mouth wetly down over her quivering white belly, trailing his extended tongue down through the thick tangle of blonde curls, finally darting it serpent-like over her cringing little clitoris hidden up between the pink fleshy outer lips of her cunt.
He felt Rusty shiver and jerk her legs under his chest from the first electric contact with the tiny sensitive organ, and he swirled his hot moist tongue around and around it. sensing its unwilling arousal. Her buttocks squirmed back down into the mattress in a vain attempt to escape this debasing attack upon her unprotected genitals, while at the same time her fingernails dug angrily into his hair and tried to pull his greedily kneading hands away from the tender milk-white skin of her breasts.
Finally he did remove his hands, slipping them down over her heaving midriff to press his palms against the soft inner flesh of her straining thighs, holding them apart to grin down at the pulsing pink opening of the young blonde's pussy. She could see him now squatting there on all fours in between her widespread legs like a beast of prey about to savagely devour its helpless victim. The wet naked flesh of her vagina was presented up to his leering gaze in hopeless sacrifice. She forgot all about her uncovered breasts, as she continued to lay frozen to the mattress watching his tongue pass lightly over his thick sensual lips in preparation for further ravishment of her defenselessly exposed genitals.
Spreading her thighs still farther apart with the palms of his strong chubby hands, Cabot then placed his thumbs on the moist fleshy flanges of her cunt. Then, with a torturing outward movement of his thumbs he drew the pink pussy folds slowly apart, exposing its moist inner mouth to the mercy of his insistant gaze. He stared at the smooth wetness for a moment and then with a deep groan dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery tongue as far as it would go up into the warmly throbbing walls of her vagina.
"Ohhh, God! Noooo, don't!" Rusty whimpered before his depraved attack, watching with disbelief as his head began to rock back and forth over her widely splayed loins.
Now there was nothing left. Her humiliation was complete as she felt little points of fire kindling inside her cringing vagina in spite of her will to resist.
"It can't be, it can't be," she muttered over and over again, her hands pushing desperately at the top of his head to free herself from this maddening torture. Then, gradually, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to ripple deep down in her unwilling belly and suddenly she found her hands no longer pushing, but pulling his hot wet mouth tighter over her moistening vaginal opening. The astonished blonde wife made one last desperate effort to squeeze free, but her boss' hands held her tight, pressing hard into the soft flesh of her upper thighs, holding the unprotected plane of her nakedly spread cunt open wide to his unnatural ministrations.
"Nooo, please," she moaned again as he slipped his thick wet tongue over the full length of her involuntarily flowering pink slit. She held her breath as his tongue continued obscenely dipping and probing the wet velvety folds, searching in the moist recesses, tantalizing her out of her reluctance by teasing her sensitive cunt into spine-tingling life.
Sensing that she was beginning to respond, Cabot began to probe at the enticing pink furrow with renewed vigor, darting and flicking his long wet tongue, swirling and rotating it around in the soft fleshy folds of gently quivering cuntal flesh. Bob Cabot's fingers reached up over the white flatness of her trembling belly and dug harshly into the softness of her jiggling breasts, his thumbs and forefingers rolling her defensively stiffened nipples between them until they were fully erect.
As he worked his mouth voraciously at the opening to her tight little cunt, his wide glinting eyes watched his trainee's face in arrogant delight, waiting for the first signs of total surrender he knew were sure to come.
Suddenly, Rusty felt her body begin to desert her. Her squirming buttocks jerked involuntarily back and forth, slipping her saliva-soaked pussy up and down on his obscenely darting tongue, no longer able to resist the spasms of sheer sensual delight coursing through her veins. The unwelcome response struck her with its full impact, filling her with shame that she could enjoy the depraved sucking at her loins.
After another long moment of desperate inner struggle the dam of feelings burst. Her aroused young body suddenly began a slow but wanton movement up against his thrusting tongue. Her hands locked fingers behind his bobbing head to press his face against her desire-moist loins so that he could barely breathe. Forgotten now were the thoughts of her unfaithful husband and the other woman in the taxi; forgotten the unexpected lewd scene she had witnessed only minutes before between her lover and the red-haired telephone operator. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing her flesh like tiny needles of fire.
The foreman felt the young blonde's sudden submission and with a savage force thrust his thick tongue deeper into the quivering moist sheath until he could feel her soft silky pubic hairs on his cheeks as she ground her loins in a slow hypnotic rhythm up against his buried face. She was his now, he gloated to himself. It was of no importance now whether she was a staunch woman's libber or not, she was becoming a slave to her passions just like every other high-minded dame. Between her lightly jouncing white breasts he watched the pleasurable agony of desire contorting her face-her eyes clenched shut, her lips baring back over the whiteness of her teeth.
With growing excitement, Cabot sensed it wouldn't be long now until he rammed his cock deep into that white little belly of hers and shoot his lust-fired semen all the way up into her steaming tight pussy. The aloof young wife no longer could feel that she was too good for him-she was just another hot little bitch who would soon be screaming to be fucked by any cock she could get up between her thighs.
Well, he gloated over her jerking loins. She'd get it all right-and get it good.
But first, he had something else he wanted to do. What he had in mind would really let her know who was boss in this world once and for all.
The relatively inexperienced young wife was totally unprepared for what came next. The last thing she had known was the insanely licking moistness bringing her throbbing hot clitoris closer and closer to the wildest orgasm she had ever expected, and then cool air rushed up between her trembling thighs as he forced his head away, shoving her clasping hands away with it, and then he was slithering up over her panting body. Her desire-ridden cunt ground vainly in little circles for the release that had been so near, and then she felt the weight of his buttocks on her rib cage.
Rusty opened her eyes to see Bob Cabot reach down to squeeze her soft resilient breasts together forming a warm tunnel around his pulsing hard penis. He pushed them together so hard that the nipples met at the top, and then he held the aroused pink buds between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, beginning a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his whole rigid shaft back and forth through the warm, flaccid channel formed by her breasts. With his other hand, he reached around to once more fondle and caress her wide open pussy behind him, stroking up and down in the moist hotness with his extended middle finger once or twice, and then beginning to drive it lewdly in and out of her desperately clasping vaginal wetness. Each time he slipped his finger back out of the slippery wetness, he let it flip lightly up over her quivering erect clitoris, causing her to begin again bucking her loins under him. He kept up the slow rocking motion between her breasts for a long time, feeling his penis growing and expanding until he was afraid it would erupt before he was ready. He sat still a moment enjoying the hot aching down in his balls, her hips undulating as she fucked her yearning cunt up against his motionless hand in a silent plea for more.
At the same time he was tweaking and pulling at the rounded softness of the two white mounds surrounding his cock, he studied her face for reaction. Her eyes were open again now, gazing unseeing up at the ceiling. A thin smoky veil of passion obscured their dilating pupils. Her hips and ass-cheeks writhed on the bed beneath, her thighs limply kicking out and then drawing up again as though searching for some invisible lover to draw inside herself. Rusty was completely out of control and Cabot could see that nothing he did now would matter. She would accept any degradation he wanted to force on her to quell the fire that was raging in her vagina.
His eyes locked on her sensuous full lips, moist from her tongue swirling senselessly around them as she suffered her unfulfilled desire.
He moved up then so that his knees were on either side of her neck, his long thick cock throbbing directly out over her face. His heavy, cum-laden balls lay gently against her chin. Placing both his hands down behind her neck, he lifted her head up off the bed toward him so that her face and mouth were poised directly in front of the palpitating head of his cock. He pushed forward slightly until the tip of his penis was pressed gently against the full sensual softness of her glistening pink lips. Cabot groaned above her as he felt the soft lipsticked flesh brush against his sensitive glans.
Rusty's lips closed at the first touch and her eyes came into focus again. At first she couldn't believe that the velvety warmth touching her lips was his penis, but then she saw the glistening clear moisture seeping from the tiny slit at the end and tried to jerk her face to the side. But Cabot's fingers tightened their grip in her blonde hair, forcing her head to stay where it was. She could feel the hard rubbery tip begging entrance into her tightly clamped lips, but she was equally determined not to take it into her mouth, moaning out her protests loudly into the room.
The older man tightened the grip of his left hand in her hair and reached with his right to pinch her nostrils closed between his thumb and forefinger.
Finally Rusty was forced to part her lips in order to breath, and Cabot did not waste a split second. He shoved forward with all his strength, quickly prying her mouth open with the thickness of his pulsing cock, shoving it brutally all the way into the back of her mouth. She was nearly choking on the long hot rod of flesh imbedded deep in her helpless mouth, and he finally remembered to release her nostrils and let her get some air. He could feel the steaming softness of her tongue flattened out beneath his thick, blood-engorged penis, and the smoothness of her lips clasped around him in a tight elastic ring of flesh.
"Suck my cock, baby," he hissed down at her. "My cock will stay right where it is until you suck it and lick it with your tongue," he told her, at the same time making short strokes between her wide-held lips-just enough to let her know he was still master, and not yet ready to cum.
The young blonde's eyes were filled with hurt and humiliation, but though her mind was racing blindly looking for a way out of what he wanted, she could think of no escape. With a guttural groan of unwilling acceptance, she clenched her eyes shut and started using her tongue, slowly at first, then forcing herself to swipe luxuriously around his throbbing glans. If the only way to relieve the pain and degradation was to make him grow to a climax, she was thinking, then she had to do it as quickly as possible. Already her wide-open jaws were tiring from the effort of keeping her teeth away from the loose skin of his impaling shaft and her neck felt as though it would break.
Cabot began slowly slipping in and out of her laving hot mouth, feeling with pained intensity her lips moving down his cock, the tender hot flesh of her tongue circling his hardness intently, urging him to cum.
She began to suck him with a moist, nibbling pressure, licking and curling her tongue around his lewdly invading thickness in time to his hand still burying itself repeatedly in her desire-flooded pussy. Oh God! Why did it have to be this, when her cunt was on fire for his long hard cock? His loins were growing hot and he was sweating between his legs as she continued sucking, slipping her open mouth up and down the length of his plunging rod. And as she sucked, his already immense penis only seemed to inflate more than ever beneath her rapidly swirling tongue.
Suddenly she felt his loins begin to jerk wildly into her mouth, and nothing in the world could have stopped the liquid white flow that came rushing like a burst hose up from his aching testicles and out the tip of his crazily pulsating penis.
Cabot gripped his young employee's head tighter with his hand and shoved his exploding cock deep into the back of her throat, hearing her groan beneath him as the first needle-thin spurt of burning hot semen flooded into her helpless mouth, bloating her cheeks into little bulges on her face. Her Adam's apple worked furiously up and down as she swallowed to keep from choking on the thick sperm so lewdly filling her mouth to the brim.
The paunchy foreman watched her cheeks alternately bloating and hollowing as she convulsively sucked him dry, and, momentarily exhausted, he braced himself with his hand in her hair to keep from falling from her body onto the bed. Her still unsatisfied pussy was grinding beseechingly up against his hand for release, but he was too weak to do anything for her at the moment. His deflating cock slipped wetly back out of her now reluctantly surrendering lips, in a lewd spider web thin white strands of his cum following after the depleted broad tip.
Rusty felt like a borderline schizophrenic about to go over the edge. She still felt the unquenched desire approaching the flash point down between her legs, but at the same time the shame and degradation of the debauched act she had been forced to perform on a man she detested filled her with self-hatred for her continuing arousal. The slightly pungent, masculine taste of Cabot's semen still filled her mouth, and yet here she was wanting the longing in her vagina to be fulfilled!
The conscience-torn young girl moaned in mixed meaning below him, scarcely noticing that his weight was lifted from her twisting and churning body. But then when his hand massaging at her cunt slipped up over the rounded fullness of her thigh as he lay down on the mattress beside her, she suddenly became frantic with desire. Her hands rushed down to the burning moist valley between her uncontrollably flexing thighs, fondling and caressing her steaming pussy with total abandon.
Bob Cabot watched in disbelief as she began rhythmically finger fucking herself with her extended right middle finger, at the same time stroking the wet pink hair-lined flesh surrounding it with the fingers of her other hand. She looked like she was going out of her mind for it, and the thought of the high and mighty little bitch begging for it made his loins ache again. Sliding his calloused hands down to his soft limp cock, he began to squeeze its flaccid flesh and rub his loosely dangling balls to bring himself up to full, blood-hardened erection again. After all, he might never get another chance at her after tonight!
It didn't take much to get him turned on again, what with the wantonly squirming blonde finger-fucking herself before his very eyes. As her finger stroked repeatedly in and out of her pink moist cuntal mouth, Cabot felt his penis slowly begin to harden again in his massaging fist. He grinned to himself proudly at his insatiable horniness and raised himself up over her wide-split loins again, his knees together between hers. Levering his thickly stiffened cock forward, he aimed its broad rubber tip directly for the glistening wet opening of her pussy. The lust-maddened young wife immediately slipped her finger out of the way and pulled the outer lips away to the sides to make the way easier for him.
The older man paused but a moment to enjoy the quivering heat clasping around the throbbing tip of his cock, and then, with one long smooth stroke, rammed it all the way into her cervix. There was only the slightest resistance now from the fever-pitch of excitement she had reached, and he could feel the smooth wet walls of her cunt clamping around his aching hardness so firmly and wetly it almost drove him crazy.
"Ohhhhhh!" Rusty moaned in a singing voice, feeling her throbbing vagina flower open to receive his lust-lengthened thickness deep into her womb. She began to move in wild abandoned jerks beneath him, muttering incoherent words to urge him on.
Setting up a steady slow rhythm, Cabot plunged his penis up and up, deeper and deeper into the warm soft oven of her cunt, feeling her vagina flourishing wetly before him as though she had never been fucked in her life.
"Oooooooh, God. Yes, yes," she cried out into the room as he pumped always a little faster, a little harder, her forehead covered with a light coat of glistening perspiration that plastered her disheveled blonde hair to her temples. Then he slithered his strong rough hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tight, raising them up off the bed for greater access to her open and pleading loins.
From that position, he squirmed down into her open pussy with all the strength of his hips and thighs, the smooth raw flesh of her inner cuntal walls clasping and unclasping like a heartbeat around his nearly bursting cock. He pulled his head back to watch the young wife's ecstatic face. Her nostrils were flaring and her eyes, open wide now, gazed glassily up into the room, a wild and unsatiated desire burning like pinpoints of fire in her pupils.
"Oh, oh. Deeper. Harder. Fuck me-fuck me!" she begged him, gasping as if she were close to death. Swinging her soft, tender thighs up higher, she doubled herself up beneath him like a ball of lust-maddened flesh. Cabot wrapped his arms around her knees under him, flattening her upper thighs down onto her breasts. Now there was nothing beneath his pounding loins impending his onslaught into her upthrusting cunt.
"I'm cumming! I'm cummmmmmmmmmingggggg!" Rusty suddenly cried out in an agonized gasp of intense passion, locking her ankles tightly against his laboring back, waving her ass-cheeks in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt crazily up and down on his hotly plunging rod of flesh.
At the same time, the blonde snaked her arms up around his neck and with total abandon, smashed her open mouth tight to his. He could still taste on her soft lips the pungent flavor of the sperm he had spurted into her throat such a short time ago.
Her body arched and she held tightly to him, not moving but quivering and jerking against him as her orgasmic secretions spewed out around his still hard-driving penis, seeping down the wide-split crevice of her trembling buttocks to drench his drum-tight balls as they slapped hard into her tiny puckered anus below.
Though Cabot had been sucked dry a few short minutes ago, the wildness of the girl's climax had started a slow aching pressure deep within his balls again. He knew it wouldn't be long before he had a second mind-shattering orgasm himself, and he wanted it a different way. Without letting his blood-engorged cock slip from her throbbing hot vagina, the company foreman raised his chest up slightly from her legs trapped in a jackknife beneath him, turning her over onto her side. His slithering cock still pumped easily up into the cum-flooded softness of her cunt as he lifted her by the hips until she was dog-like on her knees in front of him, her naked white buttocks upturned before his hungering gaze. He was fucking into her from behind now, the force of his long deep strokes rocking her bent-over body back and forth on the bed in front of him.
Digging his calloused fingers harshly into the giving softness of her quivering ass-cheeks, he increased the viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked hard against her buttocks while he watched the glistening pink flanges of her cunt clasping to his lunging rod. Her tightly puckered anal ring nestled tantalizingly in the narrow curving crevice above his hardened shaft flashing in and out of her still welcoming pussy, and he felt an almost overwhelming urge to fuck her there. He knew it would hurt her at first, but with the moisture from her flooding hot cunt, he could probably get it in.
With a sadistic grin he clamped his fingers tighter into her softly fleshed buttocks to hold her in place. Then he slipped his glistening wet cock out of the young woman's wide-stretched pussy and set it firmly in place with his thumbs at her tiny pink anal ring.
On the outstroke his pistoning cock had been in Rusty's moistly churning cunt, and then on the next instroke it was shoving its way by sheer force up into the narrower confines of the tight little anus. Cabot reached up with one hand to grip her shoulder and pull her cringing buttocks back onto him.
"Argggggh! NO, don't! It hurts!" Rusty screamed before him as she thrashed and bucked from the sudden painful entrance into her defenseless rectum. But he paid no heed, relentlessly shafting up into her virginal anal opening, rushing up the tight nether channel until his slight paunch smacked flat against her wildly jerking buttocks.
Rusty was fastened inescapably to him now, her eyes bulging open, her long blonde hair whipping from side to side as she tried to free herself from the excruciating thickness. She could feel his throbbing penis inside her like a heart beating in her anus, each pulse shoving her inner walls a little farther outward from his hardness, until finally she could hardly bear to breathe again.
The young wife felt him up behind her beginning to stroke smoothly in and out, with short and shallow thrusts at first, but then gradually lengthening until just the expanded glans at the end was left inside before he shoved back into her up to the hilt.
Cabot gritted his teeth from the unbearable tightness of the narrow opening, pulling his lips back in a grimace of mingled pain and pleasure. He had never felt such a hot clasping pressure around his cock and the lewd sensations were driving him crazy. He continued steadily stroking for a minute, and then the impossible began to happen.
With a low mewling sound like an animal in heat, Rusty began to rock gently with him, meeting his inward thrusts with her back-pushing buttocks, grinding the milk-white half-moons lasciviously into his loins to take as much of his lusty cock as she could. She was enjoying it now in spite of the lingering pain, and she moaned and panted her passionate pleas in all the obscenities she had ever heard.
"Ohhh. Fuck it! Fuck my ass!" she quavered back at him in a pleading, lust-altered voice.
Bob Cabot sweated and grunted up behind her wildly working ass-cheeks, pounding harder and harder into her tight-clutching rectum. It wouldn't be long now, he was thinking. But he wanted to make this final debasement of the formerly aloof young women's libber to last as long as possible, and he did his best to keep from cumming.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After Rusty had fled from the open doorway where she had seen her lover fucking the red-haired telephone operator, Ronny Hodges had pushed unabated toward his orgasm. Nor had Lucy Anne let the young lineman rest after that. She had climbed on top of him and worked him over with her hands and mouth until he could once again screw her with a hard thick penis, this time with her sitting up over him.
Now as he lay almost completely satiated on the bed beside the heavily breathing Lucy Anne, Ronny began to wonder what had become of the girl he really wanted to be with, after the shocking scene she had witnessed so briefly before running away.
It had been obvious to the handsome young man, when he had taken Rusty that day in the deserted house, that she was not a woman accustomed to playing around with other men, and he had respected her unspoken wish not to be reminded of their folly. But she had sent him a message to come to this club tonight, or so Lucy Anne had told him, and perhaps she had decided she did want to fuck him again. There was no doubt in his mind that the young blonde was having troubles with her husband; she had told him that much in the few brief personal conversations they had had.
All of a sudden he wondered what his boss Bob Cabot had in mind being with the fairly innocent young wife, and he threw his legs over the edge of the bed to put his clothes on.
"Where are you going?" Lucy Anne asked him lazily from the bed where she lay naked, her tapered white thighs flung wide in the position she had fallen into after her last orgasm.
"I want to find Rusty," he told her, looking around for his shorts.
"Hell, I'll bet she's just down the hall," Lucy Anne told him. "You don't need your clothes. Just wrap something around your middle if you're shy." Without stopping to dress, Lucy Anne got up from the bed and went to the door.
Before Ronny could say anything, the redhead was already through the open door and stepping boldly down the hallway. He shrugged his shoulders and followed her, watching as she held her ear to several closed doors until finally her face lit up and she smiled knowingly at Ronny.
"They're in here," she said. "Want to see for yourself?" With that she flung the unlocked door wide open and waited for Ronny to lead the way.
The virile young man heard the passionate groaning before he saw what was going on in the room. Even so, Ronny could hardly believe his eyes when he looked through the door and saw the couple on the bed. Crouched behind Rusty's upthrust white buttocks was their foreman Bob Cabot, pumping for all he was worth in between the young blonde's widespread buttocks.
Ronny's first thought was that Rusty had been putting him on about being so pure and faithful for her husband. If she had been, how could she possibly have ended up like this, obviously enjoying having Bob Cabot fuck her in the anus?
How stupid can a guy be? he thought bitterly to himself as he looked on stunned by his pretty co-worker's eager response. Ronny could feel his recently depleted cock jerking into hardness again, and he let Lucy Anne push him aside while she closed the door behind them.
"Come on, handsome," the redhead told him, playfully tugging at his awakening penis. "I want it that way too."
"Get lost, red," the ex-marine snarled at her without even looking in her direction. Mingled with the rising excitement down in his loins was a feeling of cheated anger and rage that he had let himself be fooled by the blonde now glancing his way as though she had never seen him before. He was further enraged by the sight of this greedy older man getting the benefit of Rusty's uncontrollable lust.
Making a sudden decision, Ronny stepped up to the bed and attempted to pull the wildly pumping Cabot from his position up behind the moaning blonde wife.
Cabot merely laughed gutturally at the ineffectual arms encircling his chest, the fire burning out of control down in his loins giving him the strength of ten men. Instead, he rolled heavily over onto his back, pulling the impaled Rusty with him so that she now lay on top of him, her naked loins openly exposed to the younger man's gaze. The muscles of Rusty's flat white belly were straining to the breaking point from the pressure of her legs falling down on either side of Cabot's body, until finally she managed to plant both her feet high up on his outstretched thighs, her knees bent to relieve the pain in her rectum from Cabot's deeper penetration in this new position.
Standing above them still stark naked, his bulging hard cock throbbing at the lurid view of the young blonde's cum-smeared pink cunt, Ronny could see the thick dark shaft of Cabot's penis protruding from Rusty's anus beneath. Ronny watched the moistness up between her thighs with greedy eyes, the hair-lined slit making tiny nibbling motions in the air as she continued screwing her ass-cheeks back down onto Cabot's lewdly impaling hardness. Rusty's full ripe breasts were dancing wildly on her chest above Cabot's arms locked beneath their voluptuous softness, and the helpless blonde looked so open and inviting in this pose that the young lineman could barely resist throwing himself on top of her hopelessly trapped body.
"Come on, you cunt-hound. Do it!" Cabot goaded his crew member. This was turning out to be a real treat, he thought-after this, the snotty little blonde would have to think twice before she got up on her high horse with him again!
Moving swiftly in the heat of his rage, Ronny groaned deep in his throat and knelt up on the bed between Cabot's outspread knees, his long hard cock throbbing with anticipation at the sight of the blonde-fringed pussy eagerly awaiting him. As he glanced up at her face, Ronny could tell that Rusty was almost out of her mind with desire, and though he hated to share her ecstasies with Bob Cabot, he could not keep from crawling up over her wildly thrashing body with punishment in mind. Positioning himself above the young blonde's gyrating cunt, he aimed his rigidly pulsating cock at the tender wet pussy flesh below.
The muscular young man pushed Rusty's thighs still farther apart as he moved into position. Then grasping his hard, aching cock in his hands, he guided it without a moment's delay deep into the moist open cavern of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh, Goooooood!" Rusty groaned as his lust-enraged cock slithered unimpeded up inside her tingling belly, joining Cabot's penis already buried there in her rectum. Rusty lay gasping for breath between the two muscular men, only dimly aware of the fact that it was Ronny Hodges who had joined Cabot in ravishing her helpless body. Something in the back of her mind told her she should be humiliated and ashamed, but she could only acknowledge the uncontrollable passion racking her body. She rocked back and forth, sandwiched between the two of them, impaled on their cocks like an insect, with only the thin wall of flesh between her anus and her cunt separating the two pummeling shafts of male flesh.
Ronny, already excited from watching Cabot's cruel rape of the young wife's anus began to furiously fuck into her hot moist pussy, while Cabot beneath began thrusting up with long hard strokes into the depths of her over-filled rectum. It took a moment, but then they achieved a natural rhythm, buffering her between them like a child's rag doll.
Rusty was uttering low moaning sounds which went on and on all the time they ground into her from the front and back, occasionally loosing a deeper groan from her chest as they bumped into her loins with harder and harder force.
The redheaded Lucy Anne watched as if hypnotized, staring at the two blood-thickened shafts of flesh skewering into Rusty's splayed out loins like twin battering rams. The older woman's excited lust laden eyes gleamed as she viewed the moist long cocks glistening as they fucked in and out, the stretched pink edges of the blonde's pussy drawing back with Ronny's penis on the outstroke and disappearing back inside as he rammed it home again deep in her belly. The other thick cudgel was clasped tightly by the young girl's rubbery anal ring as Cabot drove his slippery cock relentlessly up between her quivering white buttocks. On and on it went, filling Lucy Anne's loins with an envious desire that made her clitoris tremble almost to the point of vicarious orgasm. The red-haired woman had never seen anything like it in her life and found it hard to believe that the sexually aloof young blonde she had been working with could get so lost in her own sensations that she no longer seemed to know or care what was happening or who was doing it to her, as long as it didn't stop.
Lucy Anne would have believed it impossible, but it was happening before her very eyes. Rusty was enjoying getting fucked by two men at the same time, one of them a man she had never liked!
To Rusty, it was a kind of overwhelming masochistic joy, enhanced by the very helplessness of her position and the obscene lewdness of being screwed out of her senses like this by two men at once.-She finally found a place to rest her ankles, in the crook of Ronny's knees, and her hips began to jerk backwards to meet the upthrust into her impaled anus and then forward again to swallow Ronny's cock whole as it plunged into her steaming wet pussy. Her body felt as though it would come apart at the seams, and a series of tiny pre-orgasms began rippling through her loins, even the narrow cock-stuffed passage of her rectum quivering excitedly in time with her clitoris.
"Ohhhh, ohhh, ahhh," she chanted rhythmically with each of their furious strokes into her cunt and up between her widespread ass-cheeks. Wilder and wilder they drove into her, while between them the passion-crazed blonde churned and twisted as though she had gone mad.
Then she moaned loudly and jerked her pelvis back and forth with machine-gun rapidity.
"Oh God! Ohhhhh. Keep it up! Fuck me harder! I'm cumming! Ohhhhh, God! Don't stop!" Rusty sobbed out her orgasm that seemed to go on and on until she thought and hoped it would never stop. Her loins swung back and forth, around and around, searching out every ounce of the maddening sensation flooding her wildly heaving belly.
Bob Cabot below her sensed that the young blonde bitch had lost all her reserve and inhibition, a total conquest that made him feel like a powerful king. And he lunged upward into her hotly clasping anus, imbedding his jerking cock as far up as it would go, as the rush of his semen began streaming upward from the sanctity of his testicles.
"Innnnnngggggh! There's some cum in your ass, baby," he grunted into her ear, savoring the way her buttocks were clenching into hard little balls against his pelvis.
At the same moment, Ronny Hodges felt the boiling sperm once more boiling up from his aching balls, and he doubled the speed of his long hard strokes, fucking his exploding cock repeatedly up against Rusty's still quivering cervix. He could feel her cum-moistened pussy clasping and unclasping around his violently throbbing shaft. The ex-marine pumped his virile sperm far up" into her convulsing belly until finally he rammed his penis all the way in and held it there, vibrating like a trembling thick branch up inside her as she continued twisting her cunt around his lust-sensitized hardness.
Finally it was over, the softening cocks slipping wetly back out of Rusty's two wide-stretched, cum-soaked openings. Ronny rolled from her limp, satiated body and collapsed beside the other two spent forms on the bed. He heard a slight popping noise as Cabot's thick shaft slipped from the tightness of the young wife's anus, looking through half-closed eyes at her upthrust swollen breasts heaving as she gasped to regain her breath.
Lucy Anne, unbearably aroused by what she had just witnessed, was now leaning her face close to Rusty's wide-open pussy. She could see Cabot's deflated penis below the girl's softly rounded buttocks, and the pinkly glistening inner folds of Rusty's vagina still palpitating as a thin stream of white semen seeped out between them. Lucy Anne herself was right on the verge of having another orgasm, and with a groan she touched her fingertips to her own hotly throbbing clitoris, sending herself into an ecstasy of lewd joy. As she ground her desire-drenched pussy around on her hand, the older woman suddenly dropped her head to Rusty's loins, licking the precious, obscene liquid out of the girl's smooth cuntal furrow with her pinkly extended tongue.
After cumming with a force that made her knees weak, Lucy Anne fell beside the others on the bed, nobody willing or able to speak for what seemed an eternity.
"How'd you two like our little party?" Lucy Anne finally breathed, pleased with herself for having arranged it so well.
Abruptly, all of Rusty's temporarily repressed feelings of shame and outrage came flooding back into her mind as she returned to her senses, taking notice for the first time of her lewd position on top of Cabot. The other three said nothing, watching her with bemused eyes as the young wife struggled to get up from the bed, tears suddenly streaming down her cheeks.
Blinded by tears of humiliation, Rusty ignored the condemning presence of her co-worker, hastily throwing on her clothes while they watched. At that moment the blonde never wanted to see any of them again. As the young wife hurried out the door she inadvertently caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye of the trio lying exhausted on the huge double bed, and she gasped in horror and self-recrimination. Then she was gone.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rusty no longer could remember exactly what she had done last night after leaving the private club. She had never felt so alone and wounded before in her life. The young wife remembered having jumped into her car and driven blindly on the expressway going from one end of the island to the other, stopping occasionally at roadside bars for another conscience-killing drink. She knew she could not expect comfort of any kind from her husband, particularly after seeing him with another woman, and yet she felt she had to talk to someone, to explain how she had come to be acting the part of a two-dollar whore. But whom?
Mixed up with her feelings of self-disgust, the young blonde had to admit that she had somehow been more sexually satisfied by this degrading evening than she had ever been with her husband. This only added to her confusion, however, nearly driving her mad with shame and remorse at what she had done.
Finally, waking up Sunday morning about dawn in the parking lot of a supermarket where she must have pulled in the night before, Rusty decided there was only one thing to do.
She would have t" leave.
It was impossible to think of staying with her husband Mack now. or of having to work every day for God knew how long with Bob Cabot, not to mention Ronny Hodges or Lucy Anne Forbes. Actually, she did not feel the same strength of repulsion toward the younger Ronny, although at the moment she couldn't admit it, even to herself.
By the time Rusty had driven home and started packing the clothes she would need her husband hadn't even bothered to come home the night before-the distraught young blonde had reconciled herself to going to another city and trying to begin a new life.
It was when Rusty was choosing which purses from her wardrobe to take with her that she realized with a shock that she had no money. She was only paid once every two weeks, and all that she had brought home a week ago had already been spent paying off the bills. There was a whole week, Five more working days, before she could conceivably afford to take off on her own.
Nevertheless, she decided to put her suitcases in the trunk of her car, and tomorrow morning when she got to work she would ask a girl she knew if she could move in for the week. The blonde would have to put up with one more night with her husband, Mack, but no more than that. There was not even the slightest impulse to tell him in advance that she was leaving. Let him find out when she didn't come home on Monday night.
Mack finally returned shortly after twelve noon, looking tired, and obviously suffering from a bad hangover. Rusty said nothing to him when he dragged in the front door, merely casting one glance filled with accusation in his direction. Mack slept most of the afternoon, getting up a few times to take aspirin and drink tomato juice.
By night, he was in good enough condition to shower and shave, and then he went straight to the liquor cabinet in the living room and mixed himself a double martini. Rusty had never known him to drink so much. Obviously he too was feeling the tension that had gradually built up between them over the past few months. They avoided getting into conversation over dinner, tacitly agreeing that they would only end up in an argument no matter what they started talking about.
That night, without any discussion at all, Mack carried a pillow and blanket into the living room and slept on the couch. Rusty lay alone on their wide double bed, suffering a few regrets that their one year long marriage had so suddenly deteriorated and was now ending up on the rocks. She had never thought that it would turn out like this for her and Mack, but it had happened now and nothing they could do would ever change things. That much she knew instinctively. Once two people had hurt each other time and time again, the innumerable tiny wounds never really healed. The relationship would never be the same even if they were to kiss and make up.
Feeling a little sorry for herself, having no place to go and no one to go with her, Rusty gently cried herself to sleep, her pretty young face turned into the damp pillow.
* * *
The next morning Rusty and Mack as usual prepared themselves for work and went their separate ways. With a slight twinge of regret, and an inexplicable feeling of pity for her unaware husband, Rusty locked the door behind her for the last time, placing the keys in the mailbox and a short note asking Mack not to bother trying to find out where she was staying. She didn't really believe he would take the trouble, but just in case, and out of an impulse to hurt him just a little, she felt she had to leave some brief sign of a farewell.
The day at work was one just like all other Monday mornings, except that Rusty and Ronny could not look at each other, treating each other like perfect strangers even after Bob Cabot left them alone to continue outfitting the last telephone poles of the line they were working on. Rusty thought that Cabot made a suggestive little smirk as he left, and the other members of the crew seemed to be studying her with a prurient curiosity. Cabot was the kind of person who would like nothing better than to tell everyone he knew about his Saturday night conquest, and the young blonde cringed inwardly to think that by now her fellow workers had probably heard the whole story.
That evening, after Cabot had first picked her and Ronny up then stopped for the string crew working behind them, Cabot suddenly turned to the open window and called into the back of the truck where Rusty was sitting with the others.
"Hey Brown," the coarse foreman called out her name. "I think this belongs to you."
The blood drained from Rusty's face when she saw dangling from his extended forefinger her tattered white bikini panties that he had ripped from her on Saturday night. Rusty gasped out loud and froze to her seat. The all man work crew began chuckling then, waiting to see how she would react.
At that moment Ronny happened to glance in the rear-view mirror and saw what Cabot held in his hand. He slammed on the brakes and pulled the crew cab off to the side of the country road, immediately turning off the engine. The strong young linesman grasped his boss' shirt by the collar in his left hand and with one forceful blow rammed his right fist into the startled foreman's face. Cabot blinked his eyes in disbelief as if he couldn't understand, blood running from his twisted nose, and then he felt the second blow hit his chin. The older man crumpled down into the seat, unconscious and limp.
In a flash Ronny Hodges was out of the front seat, and opening the back door of the truck and lifting Rusty out onto the ground. The crew sat there thunderstruck, their eyes filled with disbelief that the young man had punched the foreman in the nose and knocked him out.
"Come on, Rusty," he growled angrily. "Let's leave these creeps before some of their bad smell rubs off on us," he told her, staring challengingly into the back of the truck.
When the two young telephone workers had walked about a mile up the road, the crew truck passed them, going at a fast clip back toward town. Ronny could see that Cabot was conscious now, hunched up in the front seat holding a handkerchief to his nose.
"Well, that's that," he mused out loud.
"N-Now what will you do?" Rusty asked in a voice still edged with embarrassment and tears. There was no doubt in her mind that Cabot would fire Ronny and perhaps herself, in addition to which he could conceivably have Ronny arrested.
"I'm tired of this place anyway," Ronny told her without looking in her direction. "I've been thinking of heading out west to look for work, maybe San Francisco."
Rusty's imagination flew into action. Why couldn't they go somewhere together? At least until they both found something to do, and a place to live.
"I-I packed my bags last night. They're in the trunk of my car. I-I've decided to leave my husband and go to another city myself," she offered, watching his reaction out of the corner of her eye. Especially after the way he had joined in with Cabot in humiliating her, she had no reason to think that Ronny would want her along. But he had stood up for her personal respect in the crew cab.
Ronny did not reply for a long time, lost in his own thoughts.
"We could leave together," he finally suggested. He had thought things over after leaving the club Saturday night, and had decided-hoped-that Rusty had somehow been an innocent victim of Cabot's deal with Lucy Anne.
"I-I'd like that," Rusty told him, still not looking into his eyes.
Suddenly Ronny stopped walking and turned to her.
"Listen, Rusty," he said earnestly. "You probably don't have any more money than I do. How about one of us selling a car to give us something to go on. Chances are we won't see the money the company still owes us, at least not for awhile. What do you say?" His face was excited now, and he held her by the upper arms with both hands.
"That's a great idea, Ronny," she replied finally, looking into his gentle dark eyes for the first time that day. They continued staring into each other's gaze for a long moment, and then they broke into a smile, pressing their bodies together tightly in a warm embrace.
"I'll bet old Cabot didn't know what a big favor he was doing for us," he laughed. Then he turned Rusty's face up to his and planted a moist, open-mouthed kiss on her lips. Their tongues lashed and probed together until they were both breathing heavily, giving them a brief preview of the pleasures they had in store together. Finally Ronny reluctantly pulled his throbbing loins away from hers.
"Come on, Rusty, let's hit the road," he cried out happily, and the two of them set out walking at a brisk pace up the road, occasionally laughing together as they remembered they were at the beginning of a totally new adventure.
CHAPTER NINE
It was not the sort of life that Rusty Brown would ever have envisioned for herself, but she never even thought about it. She lived every day just to enjoy herself, not even noticing that she had given up certain middle class attitudes that had been part of her since she could remember. The young blonde glanced around the third-floor walk-up she and Ronny had taken when first arriving in San Francisco only two weeks ago. At first, they had agreed they would take it only because it was cheap, a stop-gap until they had found work and had more money. Then they would see. It was conceivable that they might want to go their separate ways after living together awhile under the same roof. The apartment was in a section of the city where a lot of so-called hippies lived, and was furnished with randomly collected junk pieces so typical of the other places she had seen nearby. A huge wooden door set on four painted milk crates formed a coffee table between two foam rubber mattresses which served both as couches by day and beds by night. A huge white paper Japanese lantern hung over the table. There were no chairs in the room, only large cushions flung around in various corners.
Rusty smiled to herself. They did almost everything in that one large room with windows, looking out toward the bay. They ate meals at the door-table, sat on the couch when they were talking, or entertaining the few friends they had made. Even made love there, an act they both still looked forward to all day long. It was the easiest house to take care of she had ever lived in, and while her upbringing made it difficult for her to accept that she could live under such conditions, little by little she had come to like their simple world of few possessions.
What more could anybody want? she asked herself for the hundredth time. They had a serviceable kitchen, a bathroom, and a room which served at the same time as a dining room, a bedroom, and a living room. They had found they no longer needed a car, and had sold hers shortly after arriving in the west coast city, for they had badly needed the money. It was fun riding the cable cars up and down the hilly avenues.
Shortly after they arrived, some of the younger couples living in their building had found out that Ronny had been an electrician at one time, and before long he was doing all kinds of work for the hippie-like superintendent. It was good for them to have somebody like Ronny actually living in the neighborhood, and soon he was making plenty of money, working more or less as it suited him. Nobody else got up much before twelve noon, so he could stay up late at night and work afternoons as he felt like it.
It wasn't long before they had both relaxed into a slow calm existence which they found they both liked. Now it seemed to Rusty that any other way was just plain silly. Never these days did she have the slightest inclination to get back into the conventional life she had left behind.
Then too, dealing with the relatively free young people they mingled with in their new life exposed them to a lot of new ideas that made sense in a strange sort of way. Rusty had even lost all interest in the women's lib movement, seeing it now as an irrelevant question. Anyway, as it was now, whoever worried about the dishes being dirty washed them, whoever thought of eating, cooked.
But even more important to the young blonde was the total freedom in sex that the younger couples seemed to have. The first time it was brought to her attention, they had invited the people next door over for some Chinese food Ronny had brought home. He had naturally bought about twice as much as they would be able to eat, so they had thought of sharing it.
Billy and Barbara, the couple who came, were in their early twenties and had brought a few marijuana cigarettes with them, as seemed to be the custom among this segment of society. After refusing to smoke the drug at first. Rusty saw how the others began to enjoy themselves, and since it did not seem to be having any bad effects on them, she joined in. She had been cautious at first, not knowing what to expect, but then she began to feel free and relaxed. Food tasted better than anything she had ever eaten before, and the colors in the cheap Indian bedspreads on the foam mattresses seemed to glow and shine before her very eyes.
Then, before she knew what was happening, they were all having a good time together, dancing to the sounds of a phonograph the young couple had run to get from their apartment. Rusty was a little uneasy when she later noticed the couple lying close together on the mattress, kissing and fondling each other. But then after a few more drags on the marijuana cigarette, it didn't seem so embarrassing, and they had ended up making love while Rusty and Ronny danced and laughed together. There had been a time when such behavior would have shocked her slightly puritancial nature, but suddenly, making love seemed the most natural thing in the world. Before long after that, she and Ronny, if they wanted to, could make love while other people were present, though they didn't make a practice of doing it.
Today, Rusty busied herself as usual, first by doing some food shopping, then walking the neighborhood looking into the shop windows, and later in the afternoon she worked at her new hobby of crocheting exotic looking handbags. The blonde had been told that there were boutiques which would buy them from her, and she was trying to get several done to take around. About nine o'clock that night, Ronny showed up, accompanied by a shy young couple whose wiring had blown out from all the strobe lights they had turned on the night before.
"Hey Rusty," Ronny greeted her in high spirits. "Guests for the night, Roberta and Carlos. I can't get their lights back on till tomorrow, and it's a drag in their apartment without them.
Rusty said they were welcome, looking them over as they made themselves at home on one of the foam rubber mattresses. Roberta was like so many other young girls Rusty saw on the streets of San Francisco. She couldn't have been more than fifteen years old, tall, with a slim but well proportioned body. The teenage girl wore no make-up, and her brown hair was brushed straight back, reaching almost down to her wide leather belt. The young girl's ripely rounded breasts jutted enticingly into the material of her U.S. Army shirt, while the tight-fitting jeans she wore left nothing to the imagination about the shape of her long tapered legs, not to mention her widely flaring hips and narrow waist.
Like so many other girls of her type, Roberta made no attempt to make herself glamorous or beautiful, but she was a naturally exciting female to look at, and very feminine in her own way.
"Have you been in San Francisco long?" Rusty asked the young brunette, sitting down on the opposite side of the coffee table.
"About thirty-six hours," the teenage girl answered a little shyly.
Then the young man who was with her broke in.
"Roberta didn't have a place to stay, that's how we got together. I saw her wandering the streets and figured she was new in town, so I invited her in," Carlos said. He had a slight Mexican accent as he spoke, and now that Rusty looked more closely his face had a definite foreign look to it.
"And she blew out your lights," Roberta laughed lightly.
"Yeah, this chick wanted to see everything going at the same time-light show, strobes, record player, TV, you name it. It was the toaster that finished us, I think."
"Well, I really needed some peanut butter on wheat germ toast," Roberta excused herself. She turned to Rusty again. "That's a real health food? peanut butter. Isn't it just great? I mean, I like peanut butter. It's not like seaweed or soybeans."
Rusty laughed along with the two men at the teenager's naive comments. The young brunette was obviously a sweet old-fashioned small town girl trying to join a big city living and the world of the hippies. Rusty liked her, and wondered briefly if the girl had enough experience to take care of herself in the wild, free society she was about to become part of. Roberta could really get her feelings hurt, or worse, if she were not well prepared for it.
"So you've moved in with Carlos," Ronny put in, running his eyes interestedly over the curvaceous young body stretched out opposite him on the mattress.
Neither of the two younger people spoke for a moment, and there was an awkward silence. Finally Carlos broke it.
"Well, actually, we're going to look for another place for Roberta tomorrow."
"Oh. I see," said Rusty, not really understanding. She looked questioningly at Roberta.
"He-Carlos says he never lets virgins sleep in his apartment," she explained in a low, embarrassed voice.
"It's just that I'm not going to take that kind of responsibility," Carlos went on. "I mean, there are plenty of guys that like to be first, but you never know how it'll affect the girl." The young man talked as though he might have had some bad experiences of that sort, although he didn't look old enough to have been around that much.
"You mean you don't want a beautiful little doll like Roberta?" Ronny asked.
Rusty couldn't help noticing the interested look on Ronny's face at the mention of Roberta's virginity. His eyes began to gleam with a kind of lewd sensuality that she had seen there only once before-when she saw him leaning over her naked body on top of Bob Cabot's. It suddenly dawned on her that perhaps there was a side to Ronny's character that she didn't really know very well.
"I do, man, I do. But she's got to move on, at least until she's a woman," Carlos opened his hands palms upward as if to say that was all he could say.
"Well, maybe we can help you out," Ronny said in an insinuating voice.
The silence that fell on the room was total. All three of the listeners were staring wide-eyed at Ronny Hodges, as if he had been speaking in a foreign language. Finally Carlos broke the stillness.
"Come on, Roberta. I think we got to find another place to stay. Hell, we can use candles for one more night. I don't like the vibes here." He started to get to his feet, but Ronny smiled disarmingly and pushed him back down with his hand on Carlos' shoulder.
"Aw, come on, Carlos. I was only kidding. Let's have a joint and relax. It was only a bad joke, honest."
Carlos -eyed him suspiciously for a long moment, finally heaving a deep breath and relaxing back down onto the mattress.
"Okay, friend. But don't get any funny ideas.
Sabe?"
"Sure, sure. You can trust me. Isn't that right, Rusty?" He glared at Rusty as if daring her to disagree.
"I-I-yes, of course. Ronny is really cool," she finally stammered, her expression clouded with doubt. "He just talks too much sometimes."
"Good, that's settled then," Ronny said with an air of finality. "Now, dinner's on us. How about some Indonesian food?"
"Hey, that sounds great," the teenage girl responded. She was really looking over the handsome ex-marine in a surreptitious manner, as if deciding whether he would be acceptable to her for what now seemed a necessary step in her life. Now that she had left home and cut all ties behind her, she would have to fit in here or else. Roberta had no other choice, and if it meant giving up her innocence, then she would do it. This wasn't the first time that a boy had sent her on her way because she was either inexperienced or would not give in to his advances.
When Ronny got ready to leave to pick up the Indonesian food from a take-out restaurant, Roberta waited until he was out the door and then jumped up to run after him. She didn't think the other two would take the trouble to persuade her not to go along, and she was right.
Ronny was a little surprised to see the well-built young brunette following him down the steps, taking them two at a time.
"I'm going with you," she told him happily, putting both hands around the thick muscles of his upper arm. "You're quite a man." Though Roberta was smiling up at his handsome face in an attempted seductive smile, his answering leer made her feel cold inside. She was nervous, but she had to go through with it if she could-she had to. Carlos couldn't throw her out then and she would have a pad, she thought to herself. That was the most important thing right now. Everybody on the streets had told her the same thing. Get a pad, they said, then dig the scene awhile-You'll find your own way of making it.
Walking beside her, the handsome ex-marine felt his stomach tighten with excitement as he sensed the teenage girl's determination to have him be the first to fuck her. It promised to be an enjoyable evening if he could work it out.
As it turned out, both Carlos and Rusty were pretty well stoned on marijuana by the time Ronny and the teenage brunette returned with the food. They were off in their own worlds, rapping together about truth and truthfulness on a philosophical level that wouldn't have been possible to either of them if they had not been under the influence of the powerful drug.
Without losing a second. Ronny dug out another rolled joint of the drug and began passing it around. He knew that if Rusty got high enough she wouldn't notice anything that wasn't forced to her attention. Probably the boy Carlos would be the same. Besides, Ronny remarked to himself as he took a long drag on the marijuana cigarette before passing it on to the teenage virgin, unless I'm blind, those two will soon be so wrapped up in each other that the roof could fall in and they wouldn't notice. He noted with satisfaction that Roberta knew how to inhale the marijuana and hold it down. Then, to further occupy her dark-haired boy friend, and Rusty, he began to set out the various dishes of an Indonesian rice table. Soon everyone was busily trying each of the numerous tastes available to them, oohing and ahing over the euphoria the drug gave to their taste buds.
After putting a tape of some Indian sitar music on the new cassette he had bought, Ronny returned to the table, sitting on the mattress next to the brown-haired Roberta.
Rusty's blonde hair was almost touching the black curls of Carlos' head as they talked earnestly to each other over the loud music.
"For your age, you've really got your head in the right place," Carlos was telling Rusty.
"I like to think things out, that's all," Rusty replied, feeling hip and proud of herself. "And I'm not so old."
Ronny spoke in a soft voice to the young, pretty teenager sitting close to him.
"Were you serious out there in the hall? Do you want to make it?"
Roberta sucked in her breath sharply, looking away from Ronny's intent gaze, then finally decided all over again that it was something she would have to go through sooner or later. The slight giddiness caused by the marijuana enabled her to boldly answer him.
"If you want to, I'm willing," she told him, feeling her hands trembling with the force of her fear.
"Come on over here, then," the handsome ex-lineman whispered to her. The other two didn't seem to notice as he led Roberta into an alcove by the bay-front window. He kicked three or four huge pillows together in a row and urged the young girl to sit down next to him.
As soon as she leaned back against his arm resting on the window sill, Ronny pulled her to him and pressed his mouth warmly down over hers. Gradually he felt her stiffness relax and he pressed her fully rounded breasts tightly against his chest, as the innocent brunette reluctantly let his serpent-like tongue slip wetly into her mouth.
Little by little Ronny felt the girl responding to his open-mouthed kisses, and his hands began roaming freely over the contours of her firm young body. He held her close to him while he leaned her gently back onto the pillows and continued his soothing caresses. He lay groaning softly on top of her young virgin body until her tongue had begun responding by lashing wetly up into his mouth, and then he decided the time had come. Gently, because the experienced lover knew the girl was young and still a virgin, Ronny began to undo her clothing. However, the shy young girl did not resist when the older man began unbuttoning her jeans. They were so tight fitting that Ronny had difficulty slipping them down over her full hips, but soon they were off and the captivating young brunette lay there with her long, supple legs completely naked, her flimsy pink panties barely covering the fullness of her soft pubic mound.
Ronny toyed with the idea of fucking her first without bothering to take off her shirt to reveal her lush, heaving breasts, but he was looking forward to enjoying her young, fresh body too much to give up any part of it. Hurriedly, before she could change her mind, Ronny unbuttoned the army shirt and tossed it aside when she lifted herself up to help him remove it. Now he was moving fast. In a split second, it seemed he had undone the clasp of her brassiere to reveal the high-set proud mounds of white flesh to his hungry gaze, and then he had slipped her panties down over the smooth roundness of her gently flaring hips and thighs. His throbbing penis was jerking wildly as he quickly undressed himself, staring down at the narrow virginal slit of her little pussy.
The shy and innocent girl gasped and held her breath for a long moment when she saw the hugeness of Ronny's long hard cock. But Roberta was determined to make herself eligible to live with Carlos, so she shut her eyes and waited as she felt Ronny place his hands on either side of her body and lower himself down over her vulnerable nakedness. There was a soft velvety nudge up between her trembling thighs when he lodged his desire-heated thickness in place between the tight hair-lined lips of her cunt, and she spread her legs farther apart to get more comfortable.
Then there was an increase in the pressure and the young girl thought she was being torn by the huge rod of lust-engorged male flesh he was trying to shove up into her belly.
Above the nervous but nevertheless willing brunette, Ronny was looking down between her ripe, upthrusting breasts at his blunt cock slowly disappearing into the moist softness of her excruciatingly tight pussy, and he sensed before it happened that she would flinch away from him. It was a useless attempt. He was ready for it and followed her retreating cuntal mouth, clenching his buttocks tightly together as he pushed forward with all his strength into the rubberily resisting opening up between her thighs.
Suddenly nothing else mattered but ramming his blood-hardened cock into that tantalizing young virgin flesh. He no longer cared that Rusty and Carlos were within sight and hearing distance of what was going on. Gritting his teeth from the constricting pressure around his lust-swollen penis, Ronny drove relentlessly forward, burying it all the way up in her quivering cunt.
"Agggh! It hurts!" the teenager gasped in pained astonishment. The innocent girl was wriggling beneath him, helpless to free herself from the pain, kicking her long legs out wide in the air, but only making her position worse. "Noo, noooo!" came the further cry of protest as his rock-hard cock plunged deeper and deeper into her tightly yielding pussy. At last his pelvis smashed hard into hers as he reached the end, his rigid fleshy column imbedded all the way up inside her quivering belly, the warm wet walls of her cunt squeezed tightly around it.
"Jesus, baby, you cunt's so sweet. I can't wait!" Ronny groaned. And he didn't stop couldn't stop-not even to give her a chance to adjust to his sudden presence deep inside her womb. With a need that defied all conscious control, he just began to fuck her, stroking in and out between her trembling thighs for the one thing he was after-to spew his hot load of cum deep inside her innocent cunt. He would leave it to someone else to teach her how to get pleasure from the act, but he had no interest now in that part of it. She had been asking for it, and now she was getting it, and good.
Ronny felt his cum boiling up from deep in his swollen testicles, and he increased his hard-driving tempo to its limit. And then it happened. His long throbbing cock began to jerk wildly up inside her now slightly more open pussy, spurting endless streams of hot semen deep into her quivering white belly, flooding her with the seed of his lust.
Finally the wet explosion was over, and Ronny's slowly deflating cock began slipping back out of Roberta's newly stretched young vagina, coated with the moisture of his orgasm. Slowly he got up from her limp figure, ignoring her low moaning sounds. He had what he wanted, and he hurriedly put his clothes back on, pleasantly surprised that Rusty and Carlos had not come running at the girl's cries of anguish. He wouldn't have liked being interrupted. But the music was still going strong, possibly loud enough to have covered the noises they had made in the alcove. Buttoning his shirt, Ronny looked once more down at the softly sobbing virgin he had just deflowered and chuckled to himself. You'll get to enjoy it kid, he thought, and then you'll be glad for this. He leaned down and gave her a tender kiss, and then went over to join the others.
As it turned out, Rusty and Carlos were engrossed in their drug-deepened conversation to notice Ronny's presence when he sat down back at the big low table. Finally he broke in during a short pause.
"Roberta might want to talk to you for a minute, Carlos," the older man said. "She's over there by the window."
Staring at Ronny with a worried look on his face, but not saying a word, the dark-haired boy got up slowly from his position on the mattress near Rusty and headed for the alcove.
"What's going on?" Rusty asked with curiosity, following Carlos with her eyes.
"Virginity will never be her problem again," Ronny told her with a pleased little grin.
"My God, is that what you were doing?" Rusty cried out in a first reaction of jealous anger. She flew from her place on the foam mattress and ran toward the bay window alcove.
The voluptuous teenage girl was stirring restlessly as Carlos kenlt beside her naked form with concern on his face. Her dark eyes fluttered open as she fought to regain control of her crying, and she smiled warmly up at her new male friend. His eyes flickered over her naked body, leaving no room for doubt in his mind about what had happened.
"I-I think you can let me live with you in your pad now," Roberta told him in a quavering voice. She had made the ultimate sacrifice for him.
"You mean that bastard did it?" he said incredulously. Carlos was torn between being furious with Ronny Hodges and thanking him for making this enticing young girl available to him; he had long ago vowed never to take advantage himself of teenage girls, but he had no qualms about taking in one who already had even the smallest background of experience.
"Here, get dressed," he told her gently, gathering up her clothes. "Let's get out of here. This guy's got no soul," he said. Secretly he was grateful to Ronny, but he didn't want to show his feelings right now.
"You poor thing," Rusty put in, helping the girl fix herself up. Ronny, how could you have been such a brute...." she let her voice trail off.
"Cut the crap, will you?" Ronny said from across the room. "She got what she wanted, didn't she?" He now felt no remorse at all for what he had done. In fact, he told himself, he felt good. It had been a long time since he had been the first man for a girl, and he was surprised at the pleasant feeling of satisfaction it gave him.
"Anyway," Carlos put in, a slight edge to his voice. "It's too late to do anything now. Remind me next time not to call an electrician. Let's go, Roberta."
It was obvious to Rusty as the young couple left that she would never see them again. She was stunned and unhappy, because she had really enjoyed talking with Carlos, not to mention the fact that she had found him sexually appealing. Even in her new way of life, she had not yet gotten to the point where she could do as Ronny did and make out with everyone she met, but more and more she was coming to like the idea. Carlos was the first young man she had met since she and Ronny had been in San Francisco who appealed to her enough for her to get involved.
"Don't worry," Ronny told her, reading her thoughts. "They'll be back. That's part of the deal."
The young blonde runaway wife looked at him in surprise, suddenly beginning to get the picture.
"You mean, you and Carlos cooked this up? You and he planned all along for it to turn out this way? How cold and unfeeling can you get?"
"Well, we didn't exactly work it out in advance, but when I saw what their problem was, I made up my mind to fix 'em up. Not that it was any great chore," he chuckled.
"Then how do you know they'll be back? Carlos didn't look too happy to me."
"Aw, that was only part of an act. Though it wasn't said in so many words, he understood that if I got the chance it would happen. Anyway, it seems to me that you two were getting pretty chummy over there on the couch. Sooner or later, he'll get to thinking about throwing it to you, and believe me, he'll be back. If for no other reason, because he might believe he owes me one after I fucked Roberta." Ronny moved closer to the curvaceous young woman he had been living with since they left New York.
"Now tell me the truth, you'd kind of like getting your hands on Carlos, wouldn't you?" Pulling her close to him, he leaned down and planted a soft wet kiss on the side of her neck, his right hand caressing her breast.
"Mmmmm, it wouldn't be bad, I guess," Rusty told him in a husky voice, feeling desire smoldering down in her loins. She tried to picture Carlos' naked penis while she let her hands run down over Ronny's buttocks and then around to the slight bulge in the front of his trousers. She could feel his penis slowly coming to life under her lightly stroking fingers, surprised that so soon after what had happened with Roberta the two of them could be getting interested in each other.
"He's quite a stud, if you can believe his stories," Ronny went on, pulling the blonde with him down onto the foam rubber mattress. "And since you don't like sex too much, it might do you good to have some new cock now and then." He was laughing at her softly as he stroked his extended middle finger up and down between her moistening cuntal lips through the thin, silky material of her panties. The last thing you could say about Rusty is that she's frigid, he told himself happily.
"Oh, is that so?" Rusty countered. "I haven't heard any complaints before now." As if to prove her point she deftly unzipped his fly and searched with her fingers inside his shorts until his thickly engorged cock came free, protruding obscenely from the opening of his trousers. Almost reverently she stroked the loose outer skin up and down over the blunt, bulbous tip.
"Ohh, baby, you know what I like," Ronny moaned, at the same time slipping his hand farther up under her skirt, running his fingertips along the nakedly trembling flesh of her belly and then down into her skimpy bikini panties till he came again to the warm wet hair-lined split of her pussy. They were lying side by side now, their mouths pressed wetly together as they fondled each other's naked genitals.
Suddenly Rusty pulled her mouth away from his, pushing him down with her left hand on his shoulder until he lay flat on his back on the mattress. Then she twisted herself around till she lay with her shapely legs close to his head and her panty-clad pussy ready and willing to receive his fingers again. Looking down at the rigidly pulsing cock she held in her right hand, Rusty pointed it straight up at the ceiling as she bent her head down over him.
"I'll show you whether I like sex or not," she threatened him in mock anger. With that, she placed the moist softness of her lips boldly around his throbbing hot glans, lightly running the tip of her tongue along the semen-seeping slit at the end. Since being forced to suck Cabot's penis that humiliating Saturday night which now seemed so long ago, this was the first time the young blonde had really wanted to do it again, even though Ronny had occasionally asked her. But now she had learned to love the hard thickness he had fucked her with so many times in the last few weeks, and she could understand how it would be possible to enjoy sucking her lover's cock.
"Oh, yes, baby, suck it good," she heard Ronny groan above her, as he slithered his fingers under the narrow lace crotchband of her panties and ran them tantalizingly back and forth across the flowering wet ring of her pussy mouth. Gradually she felt him slip his extended middle finger up into the small quivering opening, sending little shivers of lewd desire coursing up and down her spine.
Lifting her mouth away from his still swelling cock for a moment, she told him, "Put your mouth on me down there too, honey. I want to feel you lick me while I suck your cock."
Without a second's hesitation, his hands were helping her remove the cotton print blouse and short skirt she was wearing, and he peeled her panties from her softly rounded buttocks as she placed her knees on either side of his head and moved her loins closer to his face. Then he was looking up at her moist pink cunt palpitating only inches away from his eyes, undulating slightly as if impatient to feel his tongue swirling maddeningly up inside. Once again he felt her lips close tightly around his hot-tipped cock, and with a groan he thrust his long pointed tongue up into the wet inner walls, grasping her round, resilient buttocks in his fingers to pull her down closer to his questing mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm, ggggggoooooddddd," she mumbled around his rigid shaft of flesh. Her moist warm mouth was moving up and down over his pulsating hardness in a slow magical rhythm that caused a dull pleasant ache in his heavy balls. As she hovered over him on her elbows and knees, she dug her hands inside his pants and eased his sperm-swollen testicles outside the open fly, raking her fingernails teasingly over the tangles of dark pubic hair, and sending hot flashes of sensual urgency racing through his loins. Her mouth was pushed down all the way over his bursting rod of flesh, enclosing his throbbing hardness in a moist warm pressure of love. Her lips tightened like an elastic band around it and he could feel the slightly abrasive softness of her wet tongue swirling maddeningly around the bottom of his cock.
"Christ, that's good," he groaned up into the flowering warmth of her desire-moistened cunt. Slowly he began pumping his cock up into her openly receiving oral cavern while she gently massaged his aching testicles and stroked the base of his expanded penis between her thumb and forefinger. His tongue felt her clitoris quivering up into full erection, and she began rocking back and forth over him, moaning around the delicious thickness buried between her hungering lips.
Rusty felt herself getting more excited than she had felt in a long time, and with surprise it dawned on her that it was not only the pleasant pressure of his tongue on her throbbing clitoris-it was also the thought of Carlos maybe soon putting his hardness up in her cunt, that incited her lust. Fucking her mouth up and down on Ronny's thick cock in total abandon now, licking her fluid tongue furiously around and around its blood-engorged girth, taking his entire swollen penis all the way into the back of her throat, Rusty concentrated her thoughts on the young boy she'd just met and what he would look like hovering over her to place his shaft up between her widespread legs. The picture was so clear in her mind that it nearly drove her wild and she began gyrating her loins wildly over Ronny's madly thrusting tongue.
In Ronny's testicles, huge pools of liquid heat were building up fast as he felt the young blonde wife working and slaving over his nearly exploding cock. Little rivulets of perspiration rolled down the inside of her thighs as she swayed and rocked over his obscenely laving mouth, and then suddenly she was cumming.
As if possessed by a demon, her ass-cheeks jerked and trembled in his passion-crazed grasp, her swollen little clitoris riding back and forth over his extended tongue, while her naked belly rippled with the force of her climax. Great warm gushes of her cuntal fluids seeped out into his hot open mouth and her smooth inner thighs closed spasmodically around his ears. The moment for Ronny was here now too, and a low guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the white-hot sperm begin its mad dash up from his balls to spurt in thin hot streams into the sanctity of his lover's endlessly sucking mouth.
Rusty continued swallowing voraciously as her lover emptied his resevoir of thick semen into the tight wet warmth of her insanely moaning throat. The young blonde seemed starved for his cum, and while his spent cock deflated slowly in her mouth she continued sucking greedily, drawing every precious drop of the thick warm sperm from his poignantly aching balls.
Finally Ronny had nothing more to give. Rusty let his softness pull free from her clinging lips as she rolled off to one side, exhausted from her own orgasm and the effort she had expended over her lover's lust-quenching cock.
Never had she dreamed that she could become so free and easy in her lifetime, even willingly enjoying sucking a man's penis. That was something that only the boldest girls sometimes whispered about in the locker room of the gym when she was in school, and they had been considered nothing better than high school whores. It just depends on how you look at it. Rusty smiled to herself, heaving a deep sigh of satisfaction. Glancing from her prone position up into Ronny's eyes, she met his looking down at her.
"You've come a long way, baby," he told her with a little laugh. Then he lit two cigarettes and, handing one to the liberated blonde he said, "Would you have done it for a Lark?" Lying on his back he lazily blew smoke rings up into the room.
