Psychologists tell us with regularity of the dramatic changes an individual can suddenly execute overnight, given the necessary trauma-a shock, perhaps, to his carefully constructed coordinates of reality; the death or loss of a loved One, a sudden change in his financial condition, a run-in with the law. Stories abound of shy spinsterish girls who amazingly become coquettish flirts in the twinkling of an eye, mousy milquetoast office underlings who, given their free rein, become captains of industry, ruthlessly pummeling their way to success and wealth.
Certainly in these cases, the capacity for such a change has always been there, somewhere lurking in the unconscious, waiting for the right catalyst to transform the person's whole personality; nevertheless, it was with keen interest and empathy that we observe such metamorphic transformations, for it could as easily have happened to one of us. All of us, at one time or another, have labored under the excesses of an oppressive boss, daydreamed of the sweeping reforms we could make if only given the chance, talked of how we would run the country if we were president, or fantasied the thrills of just packing it all in and moving to another city, another country, changing our identity and history and starting afresh. But it is not often that one of us really has the chance ... bosses in power tend to stay in power, employees are not often given a say in instituting changes, and most of us will neither become president or move to some exotic land in search of a new name and adventure. So we are left with vicariously thrilling to the excitement of those who do make the leap.
Aston Marlowe, one of our most keenly insighted writers, has successfully probed this sociological phenomenon with his usual fast-paced style and amazing clarity. In The Angry Swappers, we are given the contemporary story of not one, but two people who effectively make this mind-shattering leap, bridging two identities, two personalities, to let their long-dormant real selves emerge in control. An accountant, timid and retiring; his wife, withdrawn and sexually-inhibited, become ... well, perhaps it is better to let our author tell you the story.
CHAPTER ONE
"Anna, I just don't think I can stand another day working under that man! Jake Ralston has got to be the coarsest, most vulgar human being I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. How he ever got to be manager of a trucking terminal the size of this one, I'll never know." Leonard Melton had just come in from another day at the ABC Trucklines Pine Junction terminal, his ninety-fourth day there as a management trainee sent down here to the Carolinas from the Maryland home offices. Melton knew precisely how many days he had spent under Ralston's tyranny, for he carefully marked them on his desk calendar, numbering them one by one, each morning wondering more desperately how he could hope to live through a year of suffering under that man.
His pretty, blonde wife was compassionate and reassuring, as she always was when he came home in one of these frequent depressions, but even Anna had found lately that there was nothing more for her to say-it had all been bandied about so much that she could practically recite her husband's complaints word-for-word like a litany, adding the oft-rehearsed "Yes, dears" and "I understand, honeys" until Leonard had calmed down and they could proceed with the task of finishing dinner. That is, if Leonard felt like eating; lately, food was becoming an anathema to her husband of nearly three years, as he so seldom managed to finish a meal without the onset of stomach cramps that his doctor had warned might be the beginnings of an ulcer. An ulcer at twenty-eight! When she and Leonard had first started going out together at college, he had been the one person on campus she would never have guessed could succumb to the ravages of corporate in-fighting and pressures.
Their friends had labeled their romance a coming-together of opposites-quiet, scholarly Leonard, bookish and quite distinguished looking; boisterous, gregarious Anna, freshman member of the cheerleading squad, night-owl and tennis player. It would have been difficult to find two more unevenly-matched students on the whole campus, yet it was almost love at first sight. Second or third date, anyway, and plans for marriage in the air before mid-term exams were being fretted about. They had their future all mapped out-college degrees for both of them and then a business administration master's for Leonard followed by an assured top-echelon position that would both utilize Leonard's flair for computer science and provide them both with the standard of living they expected. But little Richie had changed all of that before the end of their second year as Mr. and Mrs. Melton; Anna's doctor had advised her to stay away from birth-control pills for a while, as the strain of going to college and running a household was starting to wear on her, and the pills just made her more depressed and irritable. So it just happened, their adorable son, now almost a year old, was born before Leonard graduated, and any plans of graduate school studies went out with the first load of dirty diapers. Anna had never finished at all, of course, and her husband was in the ranks of the unemployed the day after graduation, joining the thousands of others who had guessed-wrongly-that American business was waiting out there somewhere with open arms, anxiously writing-up five-figure contracts and dangling stock-options. Only it had not worked quite that way at all; a full month after graduation, Leonard was at the point of exhaustion, having mailed dozens of resumes, answered countless newspaper ads and walked an estimated two hundred miles trekking from one employment agency to another, only to be told the opportunities would be better in the fall. Or in the Midwest. Or overseas. Or with more education. Or less education ... on and on until Leonard would gladly have taken a spot as night custodian in a shoe factory if he had been offered it. And then a man Leonard met in an agency waiting-room told him about this job with ABC Trucklines. It was a position nobody seemed to want, for though the money was fairly good and the advancement opportunities exceptional, it meant a full year on assignment as a management trainee in one of the transportation company's widely-scattered truck terminals. The only thing these sites seemed to have in common was their remoteness and inaccessibility-one on the sandy Georgia coastal plain in some little one-horse town no one outside the town limits had ever heard of. Another, sixty miles from the Mexican border in New Mexico, in a desert region so isolated they did not even have television. And the one Leonard finally chose ... five miles outside a town of four thousand souls in the Carolina Piedmont section, a veritable metropolis by comparison with the other two.
Pine Junction was a lumber and factory town originally carved out of the rolling Appalachian foothills in the last century as a rail depot for the burley lumber crews hacking their way west through the virginal pine forests in a frantic effort to supply the East's burgeoning shipbuilding industry. Most of the isolated town's present inhabitants were descended-legitimately or illegitemately, as they were quick to relate-from those original rough-and-tumble lumbermen and their women, though it seemed, from local folklore, that at least half the village sold out and left en masse when word was received of a spectacular gold-strike bonanza in the Klondike of the nineties. Those that stayed behind, the ones either too successful or too poor to just up and leave in search of a fortune, became the bulwarks of the Pine Junction community generally narrow-minded people, isolationists before the word was coined-people fearful of anything resembling progress lest their success draw "that sort" looking for work or a hand-out. Meaning Negroes, poor whites, or mostly just anyone not born and reared within spitting distance of Pine Junction. Leonard and Anna Melton, quite obviously, were outside on several indisputable counts: being college-educated was sinister enough, but heaven forbid, Leonard and Anna were from Connecticut ... Yankees!
Twelve months in Pine Junction was going to be sheer purgatory for Leonard and Anna, cut off from friends and family, from even the merest pleasures like good conversation and social life, but they lived for the day they could move out of there and into a better assignment, possibly an assistant managership in one of the company's regional sales offices. But this in-the-field training was obligatory and his progress with ABC hinged on that all-important evaluation his immediate superior would prepare in six months. And that superior was Jake Ralston.
Jake had once been considered an outsider himself in Pine Junction, though his position as manager of the truck terminal gave him a certain added respect in the close-knit community, as the terminal offered much-needed employment and income to Pine Junction, but there was another reason for his quick acceptance as well. Jake was a man that no one dared rebuff, for he had the presence of sheer physical power about him, a giant of a man who commanded authority wherever he went, often garnered at the threat of a few broken bones. Jake minced no words when it came to giving orders, and it seemed to Leonard that practically everybody in town took orders from Ralston at one time or another. He was accepted as a necessary evil, a man with few friends but no outspoken enemies.
The story was often told of Jake's unusual climb to management with ABC, a company noted for its college-grad training programs and incentive stock-options. Jake was an exception, a maverick, and he resented the smart-aleck young college kids who came into the company with nothing and quickly moved up the management ladder he had taken years to climb. Jake had first been hired as a dock-helper, the lowliest of the rowdy, work-toughened men who work around the truck terminals, assisting the higher-paid union men, cleaning up and just generally doing what they are told. Jake had taken the job as a stop-gap measure, just something to hold him over until a better spot came along, but it was the early fifties and the job market was glutted with men like himself, hardly out of their teens but hardened-veterans all, Jake being a newly-discharged Marine just returned from Korea. He quickly established a reputation around the Georgia terminal as being no man to trifle with-he took orders and carried them out to the best of his ability, but he had little time for complaints unless they were justified.
As Leonard heard it from the crusty old night-dispatcher, Jake had broken a tough grizzly trucker's jaw his third week on the job and was called into the foreman's office expecting to be fired. Only it seemed they were having labor troubles at one of their terminals and they needed some men who could handle their fists as well as their heads so Jake was sent in as a new line-foreman with only three weeks experience under his belt. The rest of his climb to management was far from meteoric, however, as the leap from foreman to white-collar management level is a wide chasm indeed; it took him almost twenty years to make it this far and he bore more than a little resentment toward those "kids" who often made the same climb in a couple of years. Leonard had heard enough about Jake Ralston, both here and back at the home office, to convince him he was a man to whom one gave a wide berth; he was no man of violence himself, though he wasn't afraid to fight if he was pushed into it. But he knew that just one serious encounter with Ralston could dead-end his chances for making a decent life for himself and his family; it was for that reason, and that alone, that Leonard Melton, each morning, before the day was officially under way, crossed off another day on his desk calendar. One day less in Pine Junction, one day less under Jake Ralston's calloused thumb.
* * *
"Honey, you've got to eat something. Look at you, your clothes hardly fit, your pants hang off you like they were hand-me-downs."
Leonard shook his head and cleared away some of the cobwebs; he had been daydreaming again, only it was actually more of a nightmare and now he was back, back to his tiny formica-topped table in his company apartment on the town limits of Pine Junction, out of Jake Ralston's clutches until tomorrow morning at eight-thirty. "I'm sorry, Anna, I wasn't listening. What did you say?"
"I noticed. You never are these days." Anna was irritated; this dinner was supposed to be a special treat. She had kept little Richie up all day without a nap so he would go to bed early and then surprised Leonard with her special braised chicken in wine-coq au vin. And for all the fuss he had made over it, it might as well have been Kentucky Fried Chicken in a box.
"I said I was sorry, Anna. Don't get your feelings all ruffled."
"I'm not doing any such thing! But you could have at least said something about the dinner. I spent half the afternoon getting it ready and you didn't even notice!" She was close to crying now, her eyelids fluttering to quench the tears.
"Oh damn, honey, I'm really sorry," he said consolingly. "It's just that I've got a lot on my mind, really. I do appreciate the dinner, honest, it's just ... well, you know, we've been through it all a hundred times already."
Anna reached across the narrow table and rubbed his cheek with the back of her hand. "I know, darling, I really do. But can't we have some time to ourselves without that horrible man hanging around like a curse? I know how much you despise him but he can't get to you here, darling, he's...."
"And what's that supposed to mean!? You think I'm afraid of him, don't you? Can't you see it's for you and Richie that I go through all this crap? I'd walk out on that uncouth bastard tomorrow if I was single!"
Anna jerked her hand away abruptly.
"Well, that can be arranged as well, Leonard!"
Her husband stood up and tossed his unused napkin onto his plate. "This is a re-run, Anna. We've been through it all before. I'll be up late working on some payroll reports for Ralston, so you might as well go on to bed without me."
Anna felt like saying, What difference would it make whether you came with me or not? You haven't treated me like a woman in weeks anyway! But instead, she quietly went about the chore of putting dinner away in plastic left-over cartons. And tomorrow would be day number ninety-five ... only two hundred and seventy to go
* * *
It was never like this in the dreams we used to share, Anna thought sorrowfully later that night, alone in their double bed as Leonard shuffled papers around on the dining table. Does he really have all that extra work to do or is he just killing time until he thinks I'm asleep? God, how long has it been now? Two weeks ... no, more like three? But it never seems to bother Leonard; doesn't he get these same hungerings? Aren't men the same?
When we were both still in college and newlyweds, then it was different. Wow, was it ever! Then it was every night, sometimes twice, and then often again in the mornings. Mmmmm, it was like a honeymoon for months and months! Even the first time was something special, that night in the back seat of Leonard's old Chevy, the night we got engaged. We were planning to get married, so we figured, what the hell, why should we be in agony when we could get a head start on married life right now? We didn't know it, but it was the first time for both of us ... and wow, was it everything it was supposed to be! Lights flashing, fireworks going off, sirens wailing ... could that only have been three years ago?
There was a sound of water running from the bathroom and Anna felt herself tense in futile anticipation; it was like this almost every night now ... her alone and hopeful. And Leonard exhausted and preoccupied.
She pretended to be asleep when he came in and whispered her name. It made no difference nowadays whether she was awake or not, and if she was awake, they would probably get into another argument. Anna felt the sheet lift and his body settle beside her; instinctively she snuggled her buttocks up against his side. It was October in Quarry County, but the last few days had heralded a spell of Indian Summer, so Anna had come to bed tonight with only her panties on. With the practiced touch acquired from night after night of being rebuffed, she waited expectantly for him to jerk away from her ... to grunt his usual good-night or perhaps kiss her on the cheek like she was a child ... anything to tell her, as usual these last months, that he preferred his own side of the bed to hers. But tonight, just perhaps, it might be different.
"Anna, honey, are you still awake?" he whispered. Feeling delightfully wicked, she answered with a seductive wiggle of her behind. She was almost afraid to hope ... maybe he just wanted to talk. "I finished my work, honey ... and I'm sorry about dinner. I know you went out of your way to fix something nice and I acted like ... like,. well, Jake Ralston". Maybe being around him has corroded my manners. Anyway...." His hand slipped around her tiny slender waist as he settled close behind her and pulled her firm buttocks up against his bare belly. One hand coursed over the smoothness of her perfect, unblemished back; he could feel the soft warm nakedness of her bare feminine flesh against his abdomen and he quickly slipped out of his jockey-shorts.
Anna felt a naked shiver of excitement and anticipation course over her bare flesh at the first passionate nudge of his hardening cock nestled suggestively in the soft hairless furrow of her buttocks. She pushed her soft ass-cheeks back tightly against the stiffening flesh of his manhood and trapped it firmly between the firm womanly half-moons of her ass. She was hesitant to open her eyes, lest this all be a cruel dream, a hoax played on her by her own unconscious. But when she did, she could see that it was real ... her husband and lover seemed miraculously to be his old eager self once again. She could only pray it would last; that this somehow-ignited spark of desire she had thought long extinguished would flame one more time into the raging wildfires of passion she had once known.
He kissed her gently behind the ear and tugged her panties down over the swell of her hips and along the smooth bare flesh of her legs; she shivered again at the feeling of utter nakedness and squirmed tighter against his throbbing hardness. His cock was fully erect and stiff now, poking curiously between her thighs as she clamped them claspingly around the softly pulsing rigidity. She could feel the full hard length of his familiar cock rubbing incitingly against the sensitive fleshy folds of her cunt, the swollen purplish head brushing electrically over the nerve-jammed bud of her clitoris. Without even trying, she could feel the warmly moist lips of her vagina flower open to receive him eagerly, hungrily nibbling with unabashed desire at the hardness of his cock.
Leonard eased further down behind her, lowering his body as they both lay nestled together on their right sides on the mattress, sliding down over the firmly rounded cheeks of her buttocks and the naked, unblemished smoothness of her back. His desire-stiffened cock was perfectly positioned to surge into the soft moist pinkness of her vagina; its throbbing, lust-engorged head, distended and purplish with lust-heated blood, was poking between the wetly clasping lips of her cunt and her hotly eager vaginal flesh ravenously urged him into her very belly. "Okay, sweetheart?" he murmured needlessly.
Anna could barely manage an answer. "Y ... yes, darling, yes ... now, now!" His stiffly erect manhood surged forward relentlessly between the hungry lips of her vagina, not stopping until his loins smacked resonantly against her buttocks and his testicles rested between her thighs. Anna choked on a soulful cry of ecstasy as she felt the incomparable joy of lust-hardened maleness between her legs. "Oooooohhhh ... yes, yes, yes!" She shuddered from the tips of her bare toes as his love-stiffened cock thrust rapidly in and out of her voraciously clasping velvety cuntal sheath, each backward jerk of his hips pulling the softly clinging flesh of her vagina out and then stuffing it deeply into her belly as he burrowed skeweringly again, poking and prodding her innermost secret joy-spots with harder and harder thudding thrusts. Her eyes were tightly closed again, this time not in dread but in passion, as his maddeningly rhythmic strokes pumped in and out of her sex-starved cuntal slit; each long, impaling thrust seemed deeper than the one before, and she could feel the electrifying waves of wanton ecstasy that were welling up from her lust-incited loins, sweeping thrillingly over her whole naked body. She wanted to cry out in erotic delight, but she dared not for fear of waking little Richie.
Her nipples had hardened arousedly and were now throbbing with the overwhelming strength of her long-suppressed passion. She could warmly feel the spreading wetness of her own love-juices as they fervently lubricated her husband's skewering hardness in passionate anointment.
Leonard looked down his chest at the splendid exhibition of his well-formed voluptuous wife, as beautiful tonight as that first night they met, her tantalizing buttocks-cheeks clenched tightly as she ground back lasciviously onto the impaling thickness of his cock, her soft ivory thighs parted to accommodate his stiffened sex, her legs scissoring in an open rhythm with the hoarse throaty moans of ardent passion that escaped her quivering lips ...!
Anna's heart stopped in her naked breasts as she heard her husband grunt huskily behind her, and then she knew it was all over ... his sperm-laden testicles gushed a seething flood of hot liquid into her belly that oozed from around the shaft of his cock and dribbled warmly down her passionately-clenched thighs. Her whole body was tensed and immobile, as though by remaining perfectly still, not moving, not even breathing, her worst fears might be proven groundless.
But when, after a few moments, she felt his rubbery cock slip wetly from her reluctant vaginal grip, she knew there would be no more for her. "Leonard ... p-please ... just ... a ... little ... more...." But he was swinging his legs off the bed now and making his way in the dark to the bathroom.
She knew she would not cry this time, the tears were all shed a long time ago, but she was agonizingly crushed and depressed none the less. Leonard's unexpected passion after all these nights of neglect had given her hope ... and now that too was gone.
Anna bit painfully into her trembling lower lip, purposely hurting herself to distract her mind from the greater agony between her thighs, the fervent throb of unfulfilled desire. She knew what she would have to do, just as she had shamefully done so many times already ... tomorrow when Leonard was gone. Tomorrow when her own caressing fingers would have to quench the agonizing hurt that once her husband had destroyed so wonderfully ... tomorrow. And now, for tonight, she had simply to find the means to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
"Connie, how about some more fried chicken. This ain't enough to keep a bird alive!" Jake Ralston, his napkin tucked into his collar, was bellowing across the dining room of their spacious ranch-style house in Crab tree Meadow, two blocks from the Pine Junction Golf Club. Crabtree Meadow was the nicest suburban development in the wooded countryside that surrounded the town; in fact, except for a few clustered jerry-built houses some quick-buck operator built a few years back for the blacks who work at the terminal, there was no other suburban development at all.
"Goddamn it, Jake, I'm frying it! Just eat what you've got on your plate and I'll bring some more. You're not gonna starve, not with that lard-gut o'yours!" Connie Ralston wiped the perspiration from her forehead as she waited beside the electric deep-fat fryer as another half-dozen pieces of chicken sizzled in the boiling vegetable oil, and turned a crisp, flaky brown, just the way Jake liked it.
"All right, all right, I didn't ask for no wise-ass remarks! I've got to get back to the terminal tonight, there's a couple of new guys starting on the graveyard shift and I want to be around to be sure they get off on the right foot."
Connie Ralston came in carrying a heavily-laden plate heaped with steaming-hot chicken and placed it carefully on the table next to the huge bowl of mashed potatoes and the boat of gravy; there was a smaller bowl but it was freshly-emptied.
"Do you want some more peas, honey?" Connie asked routinely, helping herself to a couple of pieces of the chicken before they were eaten.
"Naw, this is enough." He had finished a leg and was starting on a sizzling breast in the time it took her to sit down and unfold her napkin.
"What's the big hurry, lover boy? Those new guys don't start for another three hours yet."
Jake wiped the chicken-grease from his lips with the back of his hand and then wiped the hand on his bib-napkin. "Yeah, I know, but I wanna be there when they turn up. You can tell a lot about a guy by watching him the first night. You know, like how early he is, if he's nervous, whether he comes right in or sits in the car ... that sort of stuff."
"What difference does all that make if he does his job well? I think you just like to razz these new guys for something to do, Jake. Just like you're always needling that Melton kid in the office."
Jake slammed his meaty fist on the table and everything, bowls, plates, stainless-steel flatware, leaped an inch into the air and crashed with a rattle. "Damn it, Connie, I've told you time and time again, that's my business and nobody else's! I run that terminal the way I know best and I think I do a damn good job!"
Connie knew she had over-stepped her bounds, and she pushed her chair back and stepped around behind her burly, ex-Marine husband. "I'm sorry, baby," she purred. "I didn't mean to meddle in your affairs. I'll make it up to you when you've finished dinner."
Jake grunted. "Yeah, well it had better be good."
"Good? When was it ever bad, lover boy?" the teasing-blonde purred seductively in his right ear; her hands coursed over his barrel chest and affectionately toyed with the hump of male flesh beneath the coarse fabric of his work pants. Jake never wore expensive clothes to the terminal, preferring to look more like a trucker than a bookkeeper as he explained it.
"Oh, I've had better," her husband said absently, chewing a mouth-sized chuck of chicken breast. "Emmy the other night at the party, for instance ... now that was a piece o'ass! Man, she's got a goddamn set of jaws in that pussy and they love to eat cock!"
Connie feigned shock and embarrassment. "Why, my stars above, such talk from a gentleman like you!"
"You're nobody to talk, Connie Ralston ... I got a good look at you and Emmy's old man Brad. You were suckin' that prick like I never feed you at home. Honestly, honey, people are gonna think you never eat if you keep sucking like that for folks to see!"
"Mmmmmmm, it wasn't hunger, baby ... it was lust, pure lust! Damn, did he ever have a cock on him. When he came, I nearly choked to death; it tasted like a quart and a half!"
"Yeah, but was it quality? Why settle for skim milk when you can get the real cream right here at home?" Jake loved to watch her when he talked like this; Connie had a thing about sucking cock.
She had always been that way, since the days when she worked at the Tri-State Truckers' Haven up on the Virginia border. Connie had built quite a reputation for herself, spread by satisfied truckers through four of five states.
A few of them were even bold enough, or stupid enough, to think that Connie was still community property even after her marriage eight years ago to Jake Ralston-one of the two would never drive a truck again unless he figured a way to do it with his one good arm and the second was rumored to be living in Oregon, taking only the long-haul assignments that kept him along the West Coast, three thousands miles from Jake's vengeance.
Connie was his woman now, one hundred percent, though he didn't mind spreading her talents around at the parties they had started going to about a year ago, a group of mostly truckers and their wives and girlfriends who met at a different house every other week, with the end result always the same ... more sucking and fucking than any man or woman could handle, even a dyed-in-the-wool wencher and cunt-hound like Jake Ralston.
"I hear cream is fattening, baby, so maybe I'll just stick to skim milk for awhile," she whispered teasingly, her hand on the rapidly-swelling bulge of his huge cock.
"Like hell you will!" he bellowed, and pushed his own chair out enough to clear his enormous beer-belly. He swung his legs around, still seated at the table and pushed his wife down by the shoulders until her head was in his lap. "Now, big mouth, see how well you talk with a cock down your throat!"
Connie Ralston needed no further encouragement ... she could suck cock morning, noon and night and never get enough. Most of the time, she could even bring herself off as well, insinuating her firm womanly thighs together and massaging the sensitive pearl of her clitoris with the fleshy insides of her thighs. Connie anxiously opened his pants as Jake obligingly sucked-in his gut and she held the waistband in both hands as she tugged down the zipper; she knelt between his muscular legs and reached inside his unzipped pants and, without bothering to either remove his pants or his boxer shorts, she yanked affectionately at the thickening hardness of his cock until it lay along the inside of his left leg, completely exposed now. She began to stroke his thick rod of strength first with one hand and then between the opened palms of both with a slow, torturous pressure.
He groaned loudly and boisterously, thrusting his half-uncovered loins upward as the warm wetness of her tongue-moistened lips tightly encircled the throbbing, blood-engorged head of his now-hardened organ.
Connie hummed teasingly. "Mmmmmmmmm...." She felt his cock grow even stiffer at the tantalizingly sensation of her lips vibrating around his firm hardness. He groaned again and reached down to entangle his fingers in her short blonde hair, guiding the rhythm of her now-bobbing head. She knew he was watching her as he always did when she went down on him; he loved the sight of his thick, blood-engorged cock buried wetly between her eagerly sucking lips, just as she cravingly relished the spectacle of his laving tongue as it luridly caressed her cuntal pinkness. They were of one mind when it came to sex-anywhere, anytime and with practically anybody.
"Connie, I've been thinking," he said in a near-whisper, his head back and his voice hissing through clenched teeth. "We've gotta' bring some new blood to the parties soon, it's our turn, you know. Have you got any bright ideas yet?"
"Mffffgghhhh!...." She looked up at him without taking her tautly ovaled lips from around his cock, bending her head as far upward as she could with his throbbing hardness down her throat.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I guess you can't talk right now," he said with a cynical lilt. "What I had in mind, baby ... don't stop sucking ... mmmm, that's better ... what I had in mind was some of the Melton kid's sweet little wife. Man, she's got an ass on her I'd sure love to fuck ... tight and high and sweet! Shit, what a piece she'd be!"
The rhythmically-bobbing blonde woman mumbled something unintelligible around the thickness of his cock and then teasingly began to lick the soft spongy glans with her tongue-tip, tormentingly boring into the tiny slit the way she knew her husband-and any other man--liked it. That did it nicely-he could not talk about that young stuck-up Melton girl with Connie Ralston sucking his cock! He tremored around her head as she nuzzled deeply between his thighs, working the heavy layer of outer flesh up and down with her lips, finally pushing it all the way back and then lovingly drawing her hotly ovaled moist lips up along the full length of his pulsing hardness until just the fervently swollen head remained between her O-shaped lips. She tightened her lips elastically and then, with a sigh of ravenous cock-hunger, she moved her head up and down skillfully in that lewdest of movements; she knew what sucking a man's cock-required and she always gave it her best ... thick, thin, four inches or a foot, Connie loved a cock down her throat more than anything!
"Goddamn, suck it, honey!" he belched, his thoughts of lechery with his young assistant's wife momentarily forgotten as Connie cupped the wrinkled, leathery flesh of his sperm-bloated testicles gently with one hand and twirled her thumb and forefinger about the thick hair-matted base of his cock. She swirled her wet tongue about inside her mouth, lavingly caressing the shaft of his thrusting hardness, letting her tongue-tip playfully tease the tiny slit in its purplish head. She sensed his throbbing arousal, knew that the end was near, and began to suck his huge cock harder, scraping gently along the blue-veined rigidity with the edges of her teeth; she was taking more and more of his immensity down her cock-starved throat, swallowing expertly to allow the thick cock deeper, mouth-fucking thrusts that would have choked a lesser woman to death. Her own passion fervently aroused as well, she swished her tongue around and around the lust-swollen knobbish head until she could feel the blood pulsing inside it and she was taking nearly every inch of his hugely erect cock down her tender throat passage!
Connie immediately tightened her fleshy thighs, massaging their soft fullness against one another lewdly, squeezing the lust-flushed lips of her vagina moistly together and arousingly caressing the tiny marble of her clitoris. Instantly, she could feel the surging swell of passion rage up from her loins as her husband began to grunt and groan incessantly. Frantically, she strained her thighs against each other to bring herself up to the very pinnacle of shuddering ecstasy as her husband neared his gushing climax in her clasping throat ... all she needed to set her off screaming was the first sweet drop of his cum!
Jake Ralston raspily grunted down at her. "Ummmfffffff ... yeah, baby, suck it good now ... almost there ... almost!" There was a moment's deathly silence and then, "Aaaaahhhhhhhh ... I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!"
Connie shivered amusedly with a chill of wanton passion as the gush of liquid fire swirled down her velvety throat passage, spurt after spurt of the rich creamy liquid flowing copiously into her receptive belly. His hands knotted in her short teased blonde hair and he moaned again and again as she hungrily gulped every precious drop down her throat; between her legs, she felt a soothing spread of wetness as her own love-juices soaked the crotchband of her panties as her own orgasm, triggered by the pungent taste of hot viscous cum, eased her frantic, urgent passion ... for the moment.
"Honey, did you mean all that about that Melton broad?" Connie was sitting on the floor, her head still between her husband's meaty thighs. Absently, she had performed the ritual of licking his heavy, thick-fleshed cock clean of his orgasm, as she always did when she had sucked him off.
"Sure, why not," he answered, his voice seemingly far away as if something was on his mind. "You gotta' admit she's a sweet looking piece!"
Connie chuckled and gave his rubbery, flaccid cock a teasing lick, like a child with a popsicle. "And what about me? You going to bring her ol' man into this thing too? He's kinda' good-looking, you know. It might be nice getting some college-trained cock. I've had enough of you and your truck-driven' friends."
Jake took a good-natured swipe at the side of her head. "Shit, Connie, you don't ever get enough. But I'll have to think about that Melton kid. He's as straight as an arrow and that wife of his is just as bad. They probably fuck with their clothes on, if they fuck at all. Man, I could sure educate that pussy o'hers in a hurry!"
"I thought you didn't like the kid."
"I don't ... he's just like all the rest of them college boys, thinks he knows everything just 'cause he's read a few books. But I'd overlook that just to get in his wife's pants, yes sir! Man, I'll bet that li'l pussy's so sweet she don't even have to wash it!"
Connie was busily tucking her husband's soft, spongy cock away in his pants; she knew there would be time later for some more of the same. There was always time with Jake. "Well, honey," she purred. "You can have that city girl, but don't forget ol' Connie, all right? I ain't never been fucked by a college boy before and I'd like to see what they teach 'em in those fancy universities." There was an odd grunting noise from her husband and then silence; Connie Ralston tilted her head up and then shrieked in mock ferocity. "You son of a bitch! I should have known!" Jake looked down at her with a greasy grin sprawled across his fleshy face ... in his right hand was a nearly-finished leg of fried chicken.
CHAPTER THREE
The terminal manager was already in his office with the door closed when Leonard arrived for work.
"Damn it, that's just another demerit for me in that little book of his," Leonard cursed to himself as he sorted through the morning's pile of traffic schedules and lading invoices. "Even when I'm right on time, he still beats me here. That man must love this place!" Leonard was half-consciously reading a long list of figures, in-and-out times for the various loads that were brought in last night for trans-shipment or forwarding, shipments that were picked up by ABC Trucklines throughout the Carolinas for shipping via the long-haul truckers who made the daily runs up north or out to California. But most of his mind was somewhere else-there in his tiny, cramped apartment last night with Anna. He had felt for a long time that his wonderful marriage was somehow coming apart at the seams like a pair of pants that had been worn too long, and try as he might, there just seemed to be no solution. He even found himself, trying to imagine what life would be like without Anna and little Richie, something he would never have even dreamed about a year ago. Or even three months ago. It was this job, it had to be; what did he accomplish if he stuck it out in this hellhole and wrecked his marriage in the process? Wasn't it for Anna and Richie that he had taken this job? Wasn't it to provide them with a good life and a real chance to make something and be somebody? Then what could he hope to gain by throwing out all his remaining self-respect and sticking this out for another nine months? He'd have no wife and kid by then at the rate things were deteriorating at home.
Anyway, a few more nights like last night and I won't have to worry, he said to himself as he sat at his desk outside Jake Ralston's office, because Anna will probably pack up and move back to her mother! I just can't seem to get my heart into anything lately, even making love to Anna, and that has to be the craziest yet. I'll never make it another nine months in this nut-house, I'll be as crazy as Jake Ralston first!
"Uh, excuse me, is Mr. Ralston in?" Leonard had been so caught up in his own troubles that he had failed to notice the pretty teenager who had walked in through the outer door and was standing at his desk. She had shoulder length brown hair, tied prettily in two pigtails, the way some of the girls still wore their hair in these rural parts, and she had a sprinkling of freckles across her little girl's face and a pixie-like smile that looked capable of melting the coldest heart.
Leonard stood up politely, scraping his chair on the tile floor as he pushed it back with his legs. "Yes, ma'am, he's in his office," he answered cordially, wondering all the time what a pretty little teenager like this could possibly have in common with a coarse brute like Ralston.
"I have an appointment," she said carefully, taking her time over the multi-syllabled word. "It's about the two-week replacement job in the paymaster's office. Clara's sister told me about it last night and I called first thing this morning. It's not already filled, I hope."
Leonard felt a noticeable sinking in his chest at the thought of this innocent-looking mere child being thrown to the wolves in the paymaster's section, two men and a woman, the former notorious for their scalp-hunting forays into the bookkeeping office and the latter widely rumored to strongly prefer the company of her own sex. "No, I don't think it's filled. Just a second and I'll check." It was only a couple of steps into Ralston's closed office but Leonard preferred the phone; this way he did not have to look at him more than was necessary in the course of a day. Jake answered with his usual, "Yeah, what is it?" on the first ring of the interoffice line and when Leonard explained why he had called him, Jake hurried through the door like a preacher before the collection, all smiles and good cheer. Leonard felt his stomach tighten with nausea.
"Leonard, don't bother me with any calls for awhile, understand?" he said with a sickening wink as the young girl, befrocked in her Sunday School finest, was hurried through the door. The door closed behind her and Leonard was certain he heard the distinct metallic sound of a bolt being thrown. The nausea in his stomach was halfway up his throat before he made it to the water cooler and cooled his disgust with a few fast swallows of ice-cold water. He shook his head in revulsion and made a mental vow to simply put it all out of his thoughts; he had enough problems of his own without adding some extra ones the growing heap. He jerked the sheet of daily dockage figures with the meatiest computations from the stack of incoming ledgers and grabbed at his desk-top calculator.
"Well, you must be Clara's sister's kid, is that right?" inquired Jake Ralston of the timid young brunette who was seated in a straight-back chair in front of his desk. Her yellow gingham dress with tiny white flowers printed on it was obviously homemade, probably from a pattern that came in a twenty-five-pound sack of flour; maybe the sack itself went into the dress.
"Not exactly, Mr. Ralston," she replied in a frail, almost musical voice. "My momma died right after I was born and daddy sent me to live with his sister. Louise and Clara are really both my aunts, but Louise's all the real folks I've had since I was a baby."
"Oh, I see. Well, Clara's family is real fine people. I'm sure they've done a good job of bringing you up." Poor white trash, just like all the rest of them around here. They'd still be scratching corn and potatoes out'a that red clay if ABC hadn't built this terminal!
"Yes, sir, they've done their best. Louise is just like a mother to me."
Jake smiled understandingly. I'll bet she is ... when she ain't down at the loading ramp trying to pick up five bucks from some Yankee trucker with a pocketful of money and a hard-on!
"We could sure use the money, Mr. Ralston. I mean, Louise hasn't had any real work for a couple of months now and the two weeks pay would help out real nice-like. I hope the job ain't, uh, isn't filled. The man outside said it was still open."
"The man outside? Why'd you go talking to him? Didn't Louise tell you to see me and nobody else?" Jake was turning red around the collar of his work-shirt-all he ever wore to the terminal, nobody would ever accuse Jake Ralston of being a white-collar, even behind his back.
"Oh ... I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it, Mr. Ralston." Her tiny voice was wavering and she sounded crushed, as if considering the unpleasant prospects of returning jobless to the two-room shanty she shared with Louise and her daughter.
"Oh, what the hell, don't worry about it." Jake sat on the edge of his desk; his legs were only a few inches from the young girl's knees and he could see her blush at the unexpected closeness of a man. Damn it, I don't think Louise was lying for once! I believe this one is really a virgin!
"What makes you think you can handle that vacation replacement job?" he asked seriously. "It's a lot of work for such a young girl. How old are you anyway?"
"Seventeen ... almost. In January. But I know I can do it, honest!" Her big wide eyes flashed with adolescent eagerness and her voice raised excitedly. "Clara told me all about it and she said she could come in from bookkeeping once in awhile and help me if it got rough. I know I could do it, Mr. Ralston, and Louise ... well, she needs the money awful bad. They've been around twice already this month about the rent on the house and Louise says...."
Jake held his hand up, palm out. "I know all about louise's problems ... all of them ... but I'm interested in you, uh, Sarah. I think Louise said, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Ralston, it's Sarah." She was crestfallen: apparently out of a job before she even began. And she had promised Louise!
"Hmm, I just don't know, Sarah," he said with convincing severity; his left foot hooked another straight-back chair and he slid it over next to the teenager's and settled his immense bulk into it. His knees touched the sides of her thighs bene; th her dress and she avoided his stare, looking down awkwardly at her fidgeting hands in her lap. "That can be a pretty rough place over there, Sarah. I mean, truckers aren't always a bunch of perfect gentlemen, you understand? It's hardly a place for a little girl who might get her feelings hurt just 'cause some truck driver took a liking to her and got cute."
"I ... I understand all that, Mr. Ralston. Louise told me I'd have to learn how to handle myself around a bunch o'men. But I can handle it, Mr. Ralston, I just know I can!" When he lifted her chin with his calloused hand, he could see the redness from tears in her pretty hazel eyes. She was shaking like a leaf in the wind, her lips quivering with youthful uncertainty.
"Well, you'll have to show me. Sarah," he said, and before the young girl could question him his hand had settled on her firm girlish breast. He had guessed correctly-she was not wearing a bra, either because Louise was too poor to afford one or out of some misguided farm notion that she was too young. "What if some trucker from up north, high on pills and all worked-up from being on the road all night, were to grab you like that, Sarah? Could you keep quiet? Or would you act like a kid and go running to the front office?"
"N ... No, sir ... I ... I wouldn't make no fuss. L ... Louise said something like that m ... might happen."
Jake laughed. "Louise told you right. Sarah. She's a smart woman, that Louise." Her breast was firm and succulent beneath his fondling fingers, bulging with ripe adolescence and pertly high and girlish. She gasped as his free hand reached around her shoulders and unclasped the top of her dress at her neck, but she said nothing. Her shoulders heaved as she breathed heavily when her zipper edged down the smoothness of her back. Jake pulled the simple cotton dress down over her bare, unblemished shoulders and slipped his hand down below her neck in front; his hand fastened hotly on the shimmering coolness of her bare breast. He could feel the tiny pertness of her pink nipple insinuated against the flesh of his palm.
"P ... Please, Mr. Ralston ... I ... I...."
"Shhhhhh, honey, I don't mean you any harm. But you gotta remember I'm in charge of this place and it's my responsibility to see that it's run smoothly, with no headaches. I gotta be sure you got what it takes, sweetie." He grinned wickedly and the young teenager caught a glimpse of the sinister evil that lurked in the back of his eyes, a cesspool of menacing terror that chilled her to the core of her soul. She was too terrified to cry out or eyen to try to run away; but he had locked the door anyway and there was no way out unless she screamed. And then she'd never get that job and Louise would lose the house....
Jake Ralston leaned close to the girl's pink-cheeked face and kissed her hotly on the lips; she could taste the acrid traces of whiskey on his breath, and she shuddered in revulsion but managed to force a thin, wavering smile to her despoiled lips. "You like it, don't you, Sarah? You girls from Louise's neck of the woods just seem to be born with a man-hunger, don't you?" he leered.
"I ... I don't understand," the helpless young brunette replied weakly.
"Like hell you don't!" Jake's manner had changed abruptly, as if a switch had been thrown in his mind, and he grabbed the girl's cotton dress and yanked it roughly down over her bjeasts, exposing them nakedly to his lustful stare. The teenager closed her eyes tightly and said not a word; her whole body seemed a shuddering mass of goose bumps.
"Stand up, girl!" Jake commanded gruffly and the young pig-tailed teenager obeyed instantly. The thick armed ex-Marine jerked the girl's dress down to her tiny waist and then over the girlish bulge of her narrow hips. She sobbed one barely-audible cry and then stood perfectly still, her eyes still clenched shut as if by not seeing, none of this would be real. Jake pushed her gingham dress to the floor and it lay there crumpled about her ankles, a fallen flag of absolute surrender ... sixteen and cherry, he chuckled to himself, wait 'til Connie hears about this! She'll eat her heart out!
The pig-tailed freckled girl wore nothing now but her inexpensive white panties, and Jake could see the sparse wisp of brownish hair beneath the sheer fabric ... Sweet sixteen and never been laid!
"M ... Mr. R ... Ralston, sir, I ... I just don't know much about such as this and...." Her country-girl drawl was cracked with emotion.
"Hush, honey, and the job is yours, understand?" There was no veneer of obsequious courtesies to his steel-edged voice now; Jake Ralston obviously meant business and there was no sense beating around the bush any longer.... It's put out or get out, baby! If you want the job, my cock comes with the bargain, he laughed to himself.
"Come a little closer, Sarah." She complied without another word of protest; she was standing only inches from his knees and she shivered in dread as his thick calloused fingers gripped the elastic of her panties and began to curl them downward over her tiny flat belly. He grabbed them at her hips and pulled slowly toward the floor, an unabashed grin of eager desire on his lips as the tiny vee of her adolescent sex came into sight as the waistband of her panties dropped lower and lower. He could see the goose bumps now across her abdomen and feel her shudder in helpless subjugation and shame; in another few seconds, she was naked. Totally and hopelessly naked with this man old enough to be her father!
Jake Ralston stood up and began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving the loveliness of her young body. She was slender, surprisingly so, he thought, considering the way these local women went to pot so early. Her body was smoothly unblemished from head to foot, her girlish curves just beginning to show the swelling voluptuousness that would obviously come to her with womanhood. Her breasts were high and firm on her chest, her tiny crinkly nipples as pink as a pussy's nose and twice as soft. His eyes cast downward to the wispy curls of pubic hair that traced upward from the junction of her slender thighs like a smoky trail from long-smoldering coals ... Man, oh man, if she's half the hot-box Louise has always been, she'll eat me alive!
Ralston unfastened his pants and let them drop to his feet and then with a grunt of passion, he unbuttoned his boxer shorts and dropped them as well. "Come here, Sarah and sit on my lap for awhile. And remember what Louise told you ... you want that job, you gotta be nice to the right people." The freckled teenager opened her eyes and quickly brought both her hands to her mouth, forgetting, for the moment, her own unguarded nudity ... God, he was huge down there! That was the kind of thing she had seen on ponies and big dogs, but she had never even guessed that men carried around such things between their legs!
Jake reached out to her and pulled her soft teenage nakedness against him; her breasts poked into the hairy thicket above the jut of his beer-belly and he felt her loins shudder with emotion as her naked pelvis brushed incitingly against the obscenely-bloated purplish head of his cock. "M ... Mr. Ralston, p ... please, I ... I ain't ever done nothing like this before and...."
"I told you, honey, to just keep quiet ... I'll do whatever talking needs to be done. And don't you worry 'bout a thing. I'll show you just what you have to do. Louise told you everything, didn't she? You knew what was going to happen before you came into this office, didn't you?"
She lowered her head. "Yes, she told me, but she made me swear not to tell you. Honestly, Mr. Ralston, she'll kill me if she finds out I toF!"
"Now, now, don't you fret so," he whispered on liquored breath, pulling her tightly against his naked chest. "Just come here and sit on my lap like I told you and everything will be all right. You do real well, and I'll see what I can do about gettin' you a full-time job, not just this li'l two-weeks."
The pig-tailed teenager sobbed from deep in her chest and let herself be guided and lowered onto his lap as he sat back down on the armless straight chair. He pulled her knees up and pushed them out on either side of his beer-bloated belly so that she sat precariously on the tops of his thighs; his jutting hardness made itself known as it poked upward and prodded lewdly against the sprase vee of her pubic curls.
"Now, Sarah, put your hands behind my neck and hold on, honey, 'cause this might hurt just a little at first. But you'll like it well enough in a couple of minutes ... just like your Aunt Clara liked it when she came to work here!" The teenager opened her eyes in surprise and Started to say something, but before the words could form on her lips, Jake had grabbed her slender hips, his thumbs under her upturned thighs so that they parted their trim fleshiness and in less than a second, she was firmly and painfully impaled on the first inch of his thick, lust-engorged cock.
"Uuuuuunnnnggghhhh!" she blurted out and then she bit back a scream and buried her head against his hairy shoulder. Jake released one girlish hip and reached down between them to the pink fleshy warmth of her virginal pussy-cleft.
"Look down, Sarah, I want you to see it go in ... it's a sight you will never get tired of, believe me." Still obedient, even with the stabbing pain between her legs, she looked down at the incredibly huge erectness of his cock, to her eyes as thick as her own thighs on either side of its immensity. "Maybe it needs a little wetting," he said mysteriously and then, as Sarah watched incredulously, the burley, tattooed married man spat luridly into his opened palm and salaciously smeared the thick turgid shaft of his cock with his own saliva. Sarah looked down over the pertly jutting nipples of her bare breasts, her eyes wide with mesmerized disbelief as he rubbed his hand down over her flat belly and with his fingers, wriggled around the head of his cock until, with a grunt of satisfaction, he was content with his ravishment and he shoved yet another inch between the widely-stretched pink lips of her vagina. He could see their fleshy moist rims painfully part to accommodate his huge hardness and another gasping choke from the young girl assured him his satisfaction ... She was trying, goddamn her. she was pushing hack against his cock even through the pain of her first fucking ... what a piece she was going to be! Shit, maybe we could use her up here in the front office!
Jake smiled at her through yellowed, nicotine-stained teeth ... it was now or never! With both hands now on her hips, he literally screwed her onto the thickness of his cock, wriggling her sideways and back and forth as he pushed forward with his powerful loins.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! It's killing me, Mr.
Ralston ... it's so big I just can't stand it!" she hoarsely gasped and then bit with tiny sharp teeth into the flesh of his shoulder. But Jake was far from stopping the relentless advance of his wetly-impaling cock-her virginally-tight cuntal walls encircled the thickness of his cock like a hot, powerful fist wrapped in velvet and he moaned with the lascivious deliciousness of her tightness.
"Jesus, what a pussy!" he excitedly rasped as its warm wet walls slipped over his rigidity like hot melted butter. His cock raced impalingly up and into her very belly, battering and smashing away her fragile last defenses in great rippling waves of warm moist flesh until every agonizingly thickened inch of his super-sized cock was shoved painfully into the wetly clinging cleft of her virginal cunt. Sarah's cries of anguish were muffled against Jake's shoulder as she bit into his flesh to hold back the screams in her throat; he pulled her down and onto his immensely erect cock, sinking it to its fullest depth in her quivering belly as she felt the hardness of its lust-bloated head pressed tight against her cervix. The young freckle-faced teenager knew there was no point in struggling ... she had lost it, lost her precious virginity in a rushing surge of virile hardness that swept away her maidenhead as easily as the tide cleans a beach. He had truly conquered her, bent her to his will ... and she would be his slave from this moment on. She could feel that even now in her heart and a saddened, lethargic resignation filled her soul with anguish.
Her whole body was becoming limp and unresisting as she felt his hands crudely kneading her buttocks as he alternately lifted her and skewered her down and onto his cock. The pain slowly lessened as she felt her softly moist passage, ravished so viciously just seconds before, begin to flower with each greater impaling thrust he made up into her belly. She never moved her face from his shoulder-as much as she hated the feel of her mouth and cheeks against his hairy flesh, it was better than having to face him. Or worse yet, being forced to kiss him again, to feel his thick. liquor-soaked tongue down inside her mouth. Her tears of shame and humiliation soaked his shoulder and trickled down across the tattooed naked woman on his brawny chest; there could be no stopping him now. There was nothing she could do but accept this shameful ravishment of her young body and hope for the strength to face another day.
His gasps of incited passion mingled piteously with her own muffled sobs and groans while his hands continued to wantonly caress her soft girlish nakedness; seemingly at once fondling her buttocks and lustfully squeezing the firm adolescent globes of her breasts, bouncing them up from beneath as he watched their shimmying dance with desire-glazed eyes.
He was pumping into her now for all he was worth, not holding back an inch, and amazingly, she took it without so much as a scream! She had obviously been a virgin, that much he could feel with that first, punishing thrust that plowed through her maidenhead like a running fullback. Jake Ralston licked his lips with both pleasure and anticipation ... Yes sir, I'll get her a job here, all right! I don't want this li'l piece o 'snatch out of my sight!
His fingers squeezed all around her softly jiggling buttocks, then dug cruelly at her cringing puckered anus; she cried out in pain at the sodomistic intrusion and Jake returned his hands to her hips, pulling her back limply onto his cock as he skewered her with wild abandon. His naked loins were scorched with a furious uncontrolled lust that ached to be sated in the squirming flesh of this teenage nymph he held impaled on his throbbing hardness, he could feel his cock growing thicker and thicker in her wriggling belly as he thrust savagely into her with a flicker of sadistic excitement gleaming in his dark eyes. He had never had a girl this young and delectable before, so tender and helpless, and it was driving him mad with eager, expectant lust. His thickly-swollen cock ached and burned like a red-hot poker ... C'mon, baby, just a few more strokes and Daddy'll be there! C'mon!
Sarah's gasping moans had become one long throaty whine that never ceased. Through the mind-bending anguish of his thick, throbbing ravishment, she could feel his hardness pulsing inside her like it had a heart of its own and she guessed the only thing it could mean ... he was going to cum inside her, just like she'd heard some of the girls talking about. She'd never have dreamed, not in her most frightening nightmares, that it would happen like this the first time ... not with a slobbering creep like Jake Ralston! Her mind reeled at the prospect of his heavy, flesh-covered pole of flesh exploding in a burst of hot, thick cum inside her belly ... God, she might even get pregnant! Pregnant with this monster's baby in her womb!
Perhaps as a last futile gesture, she clenched her willowy buttocks tightly together in a vain attempt to stave off the inevitable. And, ironically, it was just that clenching grip that brought on the end ... that was all Jake needed!
The instant her warm vaginal muscles clasped tightly around his hard-driving cock, Jake tossed his head back in a gasp of breath as his hotly viscous sperm gushed into Sarah's widely-splayed cuntal slit. She groaned in helpless submission before him as he emptied himself with spurt after spurt of his lust-juice's up deeply inside her; she could feel the slosh of his seething sperm as it ricocheted around in her cunt.
To the young girl's own surprise, she did not scream or even cry out ... it seemed the worst was already over and nothing Jake Ralston or his kind could do to her would hurt her now. She felt hurt and ashamed, to be sure, but strangely toughened now, with the fear of sexual ravishment now a thing of the past. He released her finally and she levered up and off of his lap, her toes reaching barely to the floor beneath them. When her soft, perspiration-soaked buttocks cleared his thighs, his rubbery flaccid cock, now soft and spent, slipped from her still-taut cuntal grip with a lewd sucking noise that was as loud as their heavy breathing.
She began to pick up her clothes, carefully avoiding his eyes. "Sarah," he said after watching her a bit more, his coldly appraising stare tracing the ripening curves of her teenage nakedness. "Take tomorrow for a holiday, you've earned it ... then be here the next morning at eight-thirty sharp, ya hear?"
Sarah managed to stand, a still-throbbing pain between her legs as if there was still something huge and hard imbedded there. "Y ... Yes, sir."
"You can take that replacement job in the paymaster's section, but when the regular girl comes back, I'll find something full-time up here in the front office. Maybe you'd like to be a file clerk, how 'bout it? They make good money ... three hundred a month to start."
She looked numbly at him through tear-misted vision. "Thank you, Mr. Ralston ... thank you."
Jake stood up, his dangling cock now flapping between his heavy thighs like a bell-clapper. "Never mind, you'll get a chance to pay me back. Now, get your clothes together and go through that door there, it's a bathroom just for me. Make yourself all pretty and don't say a word about this to nobody, hear? And day after tomorrow, you'll be a regular employee of ABC, ain't that something!?"
CHAPTER FOUR
The October day, having begun with a hot humid breath of Indian summer, had suddenly been overcome with a case of autumn melancholy, and the morning heat had degenerated into a full crashing thunderstorm, complete with lightning and gully-washing rain that made even listening to the radio impossible.
Anna Melton sat alone in the tiny apartment she shared with her husband and son; Richie, having tired of his mother's amusements, had gone for a nap and Anna sat wearily on the edge of her bed. Their bed, the one that bore the promise of a rich, full married life as they once shared ... but now sat as a sulking monument to their failure. Anna shook her head and laughed silently to herself; the storm was appropriate somehow, for this was a day that did not deserve to be cloaked in the warm mantle of summer. This was a day that teased with the menacing chill of winter. And it was indeed winter in Anna's heart.
Those carefree days on the campus, filled with spontaneous merriment and lovemaking, seemed as faraway as the dim memories of infancy. Gone, somehow, eaten up by this God-forsaken place that might as well have been darkest Africa for all it offered her. Her mind boggled at the mere prospect of another nine months in this hell-hole. How could she possibly hope to keep her marriage afloat that long? What, if anything, would be left to salvage after so long?
Could she dare to even dream of those warmer days? Was there even the faintest glimmer of hope that Leonard could weather another thirty-six weeks under that awful man's crushing pressure?
Anna lay back on her side of the bed, her head resting on her pillow; her housecoat parted as she allowed herself to fall back on the mattress. Her eyes were closed, and she could feel her lips tremble.
She had successfully fought off the too-easy escape of blaming her son's birth for her crumbling marriage; that was a cowardly way out, and she knew it. Now, though the circumstances were certainly different, she knew she must avoid blaming Jake Ralston, despicable as he was, for the daily-growing rift between her and Leonard. It was their own problem, one they had somehow forged, and it was up to them to find some solution ... or go their separate ways.
Her hands made their way down over the slight tiny bulge of her belly; it was as flat as a table-top when they had married, and even now, after a baby, it hardly bulged at all. She had a good figure and she knew it. "Why not be proud of it?" she had often asked herself. Good firm breasts that showed no signs of having ever nourished a baby and high, tight buttocks with no wrinkles or fatty dimples ... a good body, one that any man should want ... any man!
She cursed herself roundly for the thought and did nothing to stop the almost-automatic shifting of her fingertips to the fleecy light "vee" of pubic hair that tufted over the top 'of her bikini-cut panties. Oh damn! I don't want to do this again! I don't want to!
But, even as she struggled to convince just herself, her own fingers were betraying her innocence by removing her sheer, baby-blue panties and pushing them down the smoothness of her showgirl legs, legs that had been good enough to carry around the college colors at the football games and now ... well, now could not arouse a spark of real passion in even her husband.
She blinked back the stinging moistness of her tears, but she knew in her heart this was the only way ... going through perhaps another week or more without her man would be unbearably hurtful. She had to ... she had to!
Her fingertips eased along the smooth insides of her naked thighs, her nails lightly brushing her own sensitive tingling flesh ... and then the crevice where her legs joined her body, the warmth of that secret inner fold ... now the pouting, blood-filled ridges of vaginal pinkness ... Oh God! I can't help it! I just can't!"
Anna had managed to make it through the morning and into the afternoon, but now she could stand the nagging heat of her unfulfilled passion no longer. From both sides, her fingers caressed their way over the hair-covered lips of her vagina, through the light-blonde curls of her pubic hair, and then electrically along the moist heated furrow of her cunt, not pausing until her own fingertips lightly fondled the shuddering pearl-like node of her clitoris. She moaned aloud from the electrifying contact of her own fingers against the incited heat of her vaginal flesh ... it would not take long this time, she whispered to herself. Last night she had been so close to cumming, so close, and now this! Oh Leonard, this is for you to do, not me! God help me!
Shivering with fervent arousal, she rubbed the magic node of pussy flesh like Aladdin's lamp, only there would be no genie for her, just the momentary satiation of her passion, enough to get her through another few days of loneliness. She whined in rhythm with her deep breathing, almost a tune dancing on her lips as she frantically toyed with her quivering vaginal slit, rolling the oily marble of her clitoris between her fingers like a prized jewel ... just a little more!
Her buttocks' cheeks clenched and unclenched now in time with the moaning cry of hungry desire that passed her trembling lips ... her hips lifted from the mattress in an involuntary arch ... a little bit more.-
"Aaaaawwwww...." A brief gasping cry burst from her throat, and she continued the frantic pace of her fingering a bit longer; shudder after shudder of self-induced orgasm rippled through her heated flesh. Her lushly-ripened breasts shimmered in ecstasy, and her nipples poked sensitively against the still-buttoned top of her housecoat. Her hips settled back against the mattress, and her hands fell limply between her thighs; she could feel the perspiration running in rivulets between her legs, though the temperature had dropped lower still in the face of an autumnal storm front. It was only then that she heard the phone ringing.
* * *
At least I didn't have to face that pig all afternoon and listen to his innuendos and crude remarks, thought Leonard Melton as he held the telephone to his ear and waited for his wife to answer. It was enough that I had to witness the utter humiliation and shame on that poor girl's face when she left Ralston's office. Goddamn him to hell, what a monster he is! And then to strut through the bookkeeping section with everybody eyeing him and slip Clara an envelope. Hell, I even heard during coffee-break that he'd put twenty dollars in it! What kind of people are these? Clara selling off her own brother's child for two sawbucks and Jake Ralston, a married man, lowering himself to ...!
"Hello." It was Anna's voice, and he could hear her breathing hard.
"Hi, honey ... where were you-outside? You sound all out of breath."
"Uh, yeah, I was getting some clothes in before they got wet," she lied unhesitatingly. Lying was something that seemed to come easier as their marriage crumbled about them.
"Oh, I'm sorry ... I just called to say I might be a little late. Jake drove up to Fayetteville for some parts, and he asked me to take some papers over to his house. I'll leave a little early and drive out to Crabtree Meadow before I come home. With all the rain, the River Road might be flooded out, so it could be late before I get home."
"Sure, honey; I understand. But why couldn't Jake just take the papers with him when he left?"
"I don't really understand myself. It was something about not wanting to have them with him in the pickup because they were important. It doesn't make a lot of sense, but I'm not about to argue...."
I'll bet you aren't, she thought. You'd never argue with Jake Ralston in a million years!...." At least it means a chance to get out of here early. And maybe I'll stop off at the country club for a round or two of golf."
"Yeah! You do that. And I'll explain to Richie why he doesn't get any baby food for a few days."
"Oh, honey, I was just kidding ... well, I have to run if I'm going to get caught up. Bye."
Every time I talk to her, she sounds farther and farther away, as if we were literally drifting apart. Damn, there must be some way out of this before it's too late. Two intelligent people don't just stand aside while their marriage falls to pieces, do they?
The buzzer on the interphone interrupted his soliloquy, and for once, he was delighted; this time it could not be Ralston pestering him from somewhere in the terminal.
"Mr. Melton, it's the Maryland office calling for Mr. Ralston. They said they could talk to you instead." It was the voice of Priscilla Ledbetter, ABC's Pine Junction switchboard operator for more years than anyone could remember. She had been here when Jake Ralston arrived, and would probably be here when he left.
"Yes, I'll talk to them," said Leonard officiously. Miss Ledbetter had a way of talking down to him as she did to anyone with less than ten years seniority.
Leonard grabbed for his pen and note pad as Miss Ledbetter put the call through efficiently; he strongly suspected she was remaining on the line in case there was some foul play she could catch him in and run snickering to Ralston. But if she was indeed eavesdropping, it was a wasted effort. It was only a secretary from the accounting section of the home office with a routine call about the monthly payroll; they had encountered a delay in preparing the checks this month and wanted to know whether to mail the checks directly to save time or send them down to the terminal manager as usual for disbursement.
Leonard gave it only a moment's thought and then advised them to mail the checks directly; it would save at least a day as mail from Maryland was delivered almost as quickly as local mail, thanks to the post office's usual idiosyncratic service. He made a note of it on his desk calendar and then forgot the call altogether. There was too much work left to finish before he ran Jake's errands for him to worry about whether he made the right decision.
Time would indeed tell, and though Leonard could not have known it, that routine telephone call would be one he would never forget!
CHAPTER FIVE
At the Ralston home in Crabtree Meadow, Connie Ralston hurried around anxiously, her nerves already on edge from the suspense of waiting. She had changed clothes twice already deciding that the black lacy peignoir was too obvious, too overdone, and now she had donned a pale blue number Jake ordered for her from the outfit in Hollywood that advertises in all the romance magazines. It hung daringly off the shoulders and boasted a plunging neckline in front that would have been banned in Boston; matching all-lace panties completed the outfit, though they exposed nearly as much of her voluptuous charms as the see-through top.
Jake had called her just after lunch, his voice still husky with conquest and bravado. He had spared her no details in his boastful recounting of his sexual misadventures with that young girl, and when she was just about furious enough at him to hang up in his face, he had dropped this proposition on her like a bolt out of the blue. Swinging was' almost old-hat to Jake and Connie Ralston now, but always it had been the same way-only at occasional parties they held with their equally-inclined friends. This was a first for both of them and Connie knew why. Jake realized he would have to offer her something big and juicy to make up for his little dalliance at the office and this present was better than a mink coat....
"He'll have to be one good fuck to match the piece I got this morning," her husband had lewdly boasted earlier over the telephone. Connie had listened in head-shaking amazement; this was a clear-cut violation of the unspoken ground rules for their extra-marital fun. Neither of them had dared to take another partner outside of the wife-swapping parties they went to, and now Jake had not only broken the rules ... he was encouraging her to do the same! And with an ABC employee, another of Jake's no-nos!
"I don't get you, baby," she said finally after a long pause to let it all sink in. "You must want some of that Melton broad awfully bad to set all this up. You sure you're not just trying to please me 'cause you went and fucked that little teenybopper?"
He laughed. "Aw, honey, sometimes you just don't trust me at all, do you?"
"You didn't answer my question."
"Well, maybe that's part of it. But I've been thinking, and now's a good time as any to work a little swap with them two. I can't say much good about the college boy, but you seem to have a notion about gettin' some yew-nee-versity stuff, so I might as well work it out so's I get into Miss Stuck-Up's pretty lace drawers!"
"Yeah, yeah, I believe you, Jake lover; really I do. Anyway, I'll do my part. But I don't see how it's gonna get you anything. I ain't complaining, though ... it should be a lot of fun!"
* * *
Leonard waited futilely inside his car for the thunderstorm to subside, then risked near-drowning in the twenty yards or so of grassy lawn, now awash with rainwater, between the curb and Jake Ralston's front door. He was soaked to the skin and shivering when he ducked under the shingled stoop for shelter and rang the bell. He was examining his rain-drenched suit and pondering its chances of survival when the door opened. His glasses were blurry with dripping rain, and for a moment, as he cleaned them, Jake Ralston's wife was not much more than a hazy vision. "Uh, good afternoon, Ma'am ... I don't know if you remember me. I'm Leonard Melton from the terminal. Jake asked me to drop some papers off here." He held up a vinyl folder that seemed still intact.
"Goodness, come in! You'll catch your death of cold out there!" She ushered him in quickly, and it was not until he put his glasses back on in the dry warmth of the entry foyer that Leonard noticed what she was wearing. Or actually, tried to notice without giving the appearance of noticing.
But failing to see Connie Ralston's ill-concealed charms would have called for total blindness!
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said apologetically. "I was expecting Jake. I hope you don't mind." Leonard noticed that she made no effort to cover herself, though the pale blue dressing gown was as transparent as a sheet of plastic wrap.
"Uh, no, Ma'am ... uh, I guess I'll be on my way. Here are the papers. Jake said they were very important."
Connie took the folder from his hand without glancing at it and dropped it on a narrow table by the door. "Why, Leonard ... you don't mind if I call you Leonard, do you? You can't go back out there in that storm without at least a drink to warm you up. You'll catch pneumonia, and then Jake will blame me. C'mon in the living room and take off that wet jacket. Pants, too, if you like ... hell, there ain't much I haven't seen." She laughed and gave him a wink ... Leonard could not help remembering another wink he had received today already.
"I really must be going. Ma'am. Thanks ever so much for the offer, but...." He stopped as Connie Ralston took both his hands and pulled him gently into the adjoining living room and pushed him into a chair.
"Nonsense ... I may not be the boss, but I'm the boss's wife, so maybe I'll pull rank on you. And stop calling me 'Ma'am,' ... you make me feel like a grandmother."
"Oh, I'm sorry ... You don't look like a grandmother, uh, Mrs. Ralston. I didn't mean...."
"Connie ... only the preacher calls me Mrs. Ralston, and he's no fun at all!" Before he could protest, Connie had poured him a healthy shot of whiskey out of a bottle with a drawing of a bird on it. "Here ... it's Wild Turkey bourbon. Only kind of whiskey Jake will allow in the house. He says scotch is for English faggots and rye for farmers."
Leonard took the glass of neat whiskey and looked at it a few seconds before he sipped it. Bourbon had never been one of his favorites. "It's very good bourbon, Ma'am ... uh, Connie. I must confess to being one of those English faggots, though."
The short-haired older blonde looked shocked, then surprised, and then she giggled.
"I mean, scotch is my favorite," he explained, and Connie laughed far more than the joke deserved; Leonard felt even more uncomfortable. He tried to keep his eyes from wandering, but her big, voluptuous breasts were right there ... just stuck out there with hardly anything between them and those enormous tits! "I really must be going," he said again.
"Nonsense, at least finish your drink and let your jacket dry out. Here, give it to me, and your shirt as well. I'll hang them over a heating vent, and they'll be dry in no time. Or do you find my company so unpleasant?"
Leonard coughed on the bourbon. "Oh no, Connie ... I didn't mean anything like that. Uh, could I maybe have some ice for this, if that's not too much trouble. It's really good bourbon, but I'm just used to drinking whiskey on the rocks."
"Certainly, I'd be delighted. By the way, did that wandering hubby of mine say when he'd be home?" Her mouth was twisted at the ends in a mischievous grin that made her look twenty-five instead of almost forty.
"He said it wouldn't be until late. I didn't realize he hadn't called you ... he had to go to Fayetteville to pick up some electrical parts for a motor that's giving trouble."
"That's just like Jake to forget to tell me. Excuse me a minute, and I'll get your ice." Leonard's eyes shifted downward to take in her lushly ripened figure as she walked away; she had a body that reminded him of a stripper he had seen at a county fair when he was under age and had to slip in on a buddy's driver's license. All her curves were bold, dangerous ones, with the promise of excitement for any man brave Enough to take them. She was back in a moment with a plastic bucket filled with ice; he had heard the clink-clink of the automatic ice-maker on their refrigerator and was reminded of the banged up aluminum trays they used for ice at his apartment.
"Here, this ought to make it better." She dropped three cubes into the glass tumbler and then stood by his side. Leonard nearly dropped the drink in his lap. Jesus Christ! What was going on here! She had taken off her panties! She was wearing absolutely nothing under her gown!
"Let me take that shirt off, too, Leonard. You needn't be bashful. It'll be dry when you finish your drink, and your wife'll thank me for keeping you out of the hospital."
"Uh, that's all right, really, Connie," he replied lamely, but his boss's wife was already unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers hot against his damp chest.
"Stand up, and I'll get it off you," she insisted, and this time he did as she asked. She opened the shirt to the waist and reached below the waistband of his trousers to tug it free; Leonard felt a twinge of excitement as her fingers slipped lightly over his belly. "There, that's better ... now the cuffs." She was less than a foot away, and as he glanced down, he could see the rich full swells of her swaying breasts beneath the enticing sheerness of her gown. Was he losing his mind? Was he actually here in Jake Ralston's house with his wife nearly-naked? And was she helping him out of his shirt? No, Jhis had to be some insane joke! Christ! He had to get out of here before things got out of hand!
"They're pretty nice, huh?" she said huskily. It was almost a minute before Leonard dared believe his ears. She couldn't have read his thoughts!
"It's a kind of knack I have. A guy I went out with one time had read a book on psychology, and he said it was some sort of seventh sense I have ... I can always tell when a man is looking at my body. And there's only one thing on a man's mind when he looks at a woman like that."
"But, I wasn't ... I mean, I haven't got anything like that on my mind. I just came to deliver those papers, on Jake's instructions, and...."
Connie suddenly surprised him with a brazen caress along the inside of his thigh. "Ah-hah! If you weren't thinking what I thought you were, then how do you explain this!" Her fingers were squeezing his cock-head through the fabric of his pants; Leonard could scarcely breathe, much less speak. Connie unfastened a hidden catch at the deep cleavage of her breasts, and her dressing gown opened as if by magic, exposing the ripely enticing mounds of her breasts, their ruby nipples staring at his bare chest. She put one hand under her left breast, her other hand still hotly on his growing hardness and lifted it so that the nipple aimed upward at him. "Most men like my boobs, Leonard ... what do you think? Do you like them?"
Leonard felt his whole face flush with embarrassment, and he felt even more ashamed that his humiliation showed like an inexperienced kid's. "Yes, Connie," he said in a near-whisper. "They're ... lovely."
"Kiss it, Leonard ... kiss it hard."
"I-I couldn't, Connie; I mean, you're Jake's wife, and I'm married, and ... Jesus! ... I've really got to go, right now!" He started to ease away from her, and the smile on her lips faded into a stiff insistent line.
"Kiss my tits, Leonard ... or I'll tell Jake you tried to put the make on me."
Leonard gasped involuntarily. "No, you wouldn't! It would mean my job! My marriage!"
"Kiss it, baby ... Kiss it." She backed against the edge of the sofa and sat back without looking. There were pillows piled at one end of the four-seater, and Connie stretched out languorously, resting her head on the pillows. Her legs were parted a little, scissoring open and closed, as if fanning the intolerable heat up between her thighs.
Leonard felt his eyes being drawn inexorably to the fleshy pink lips of her cunt, clearly visible between her slightly open legs. There was no blush of crimson on his cheeks this time, and he could not suppress the smile that curled his lips as she parted her legs a bit more. He could see that she was definitely excited; tiny glistening dewdrops of moisture were faintly sparkling in her narrow cuntal furrow as she nakedly exposed herself to him. He spontaneously gulped the rest of his bourbon and looked at her full bounteous nakedness in wide-eyed disbelief. He knew he should run out of here as fast as his legs would carry him, that playing around with another man's wife was like lighting cigarettes with dynamite ... especially if the man was Jake Ralston. Jake would kill him if he suspected he was even thinking of messing with Connie. But his feet seemed to have cement poured around them; he couldn't move. Instead, he moved even closer to the sofa.
"You're a beautiful woman, Connie," he mumbled, his head still slowly shaking from side to side. He could see that her eyes had narrowed to tiny slits in her inexplicable excitement ... all for him! He had to restrain himself to keep from dropping there to his knees and shoving his head up between her legs. She was everyman's fantasy of a woman of pleasure, a high-priced call girl, a penthouse mistress, for she boasted the kind of voluptuous offerings very few men possessed in a wife. Sure, she was probably a dope, but who cared ... what a body! Enough there for a dozen men, he guessed.
"Come and kiss me, college boy," she grinned, "and no excuses this time."
He leaned over her and pressed his lips tightly against hers without thinking, numbing his brain to any futile thoughts of right or wrong. He was no longer thinking with his brain, but with his balls! Suddenly, he was more turned-on than he had been in months; ashamed, he had to admit to himself that this older woman was getting to him, arousing some inner spark of lust he had forgotten existed. It wasn't right; it wasn't even sane ... but he didn't care! Thinking was for later, this was the time for doing!
She reached up and curled her arms around him and pulled him down onto her soft warm flesh. One of his legs fell between her open thighs, and he felt the amazing youthfulness and heat of her loins. She moved one thigh up against his genitals as he answered with a harsh grinding of his lips against hers; his hotly throbbing cock surged into aching, blood-engorged hardness. He could already feel the wetness of his seminal fluid seeping into the fabric of his pants, and he nearly laughed aloud as the worry of dry-cleaning on his limited budget flashed across his confused mind. He was sure she could feel it too, for she seemed to rub harder and more insinuatingly against that very spot, urging the tiny slit in the end of his organ with practiced thoroughness. His virile young cock was jerking now as though he could explode with orgasmic fury at just the slightest touch; his balls seemed to have been pumped full of hot, heavy cum, and they hung heavily between his legs.
"You want to fuck me; don't you, college boy?" the voluptuous blonde grinned up at him. "You'd like to maybe pick up some new tricks to show that sweet little wife of yours, huh?"
Oh God, Anna, what you would say if you only knew of this! And yet I know I can't-won't-stop myself! "Yes, yes," he answered, his voice cracking nervously.
"Then say it, lover boy ... let me hear you say it!"
"Damn, I want to fuck you, Connie! I want to fuck you like you've never had it before!"
"Think you're man enough?" she taunted, her thighs lewdly rubbing against his painfully pulsating penis.
"I'll show you, honey; I'll show you!" he gasped with real excitement and then pulled himself off her and began to frantically strip off his clothes. He felt a slight twinge of self-consciousness as he dropped his pants and shorts ... a woman like Connie has probably had dozens of men better than me, he mused in self-deprecation, maybe even that bastard Jake is better ... but he went ahead with it pridefully and stood over her with his long hard cock jutting out in full throbbing erection. Jake's blonde wife had lifted herself slightly and was out of her sheer gown; she lay back on the spacious sofa completely naked, her lushly ripened breasts, her curvaceous hips and thighs all his! With a grin of wicked merriment, she uninhibitedly reached out to him and grasped the blood-filled head of his warmly pulsing cock as if it were a priceless work of art.
"It's beautiful, college boy, a real nice piece of pipe you've got there ... and I want it in my cunt, lover! I want it nice and deep inside me!"
She pulled him forward by his penis, and he sprawled beside her on the sofa, one hand reaching down to fondly squeeze the rounded softness of her beautifully curved buttocks. Her naked body was warm and soft against his, and as her lips locked against his mouth, her hand reached eagerly for the long thick hardness of his cock. He moaned into her panting mouth as her fingers entwined coolly about his excited penis, and as she crushed the full sensuous length of her body against his and ground her naked pelvis hard into his loins. She moaned in impatient hunger as she urged him to get on top of her. Her legs parted widely and then closed around his, trapping him between her trembling, satin-like thighs.
"Now, baby ... come on ... let's fuck!" she hissed, running her tongue around her wetly parted lips. "Let's fuck up a storm...."
* * *
The GMC pickup hummed smoothly along the blacktop county road that wound down from the piedmont clay and into the sandy, scrubbrush forests of the coastal plain. Fayetteville, with its neon-lit boulevards and GI girlie-bars, beckoned from a few miles down the highway" and Jake Ralston, anxious for a mug of cooling draft brew, stuck his booted foot to the floorboards and hoped that the Highway Patrol was somewhere else.
Jake switched on the radio and tuned it to a country-western station for a bit of fiddle playing before the news of the hour. He glanced at his wristwatch and wondered if Connie was eatin' that poor boy alive yet ... Goddamn it, I'd give a week's wages to see the two of them goin' at it! That snot-nosed kid, thinks he's so motherfuckin' smart; hell, I bet 'ol Connie's showing him a bag o' new tricks!
He felt a momentary hot breath from the old green-eyed monster, but he quickly shoved the notion aside; after all, Connie had had his approval. And, what the hell, he had his balls all set on something special, a real delicacy, like one of them French girls he'd seen in the magazines. Yeah, Connie was a real lay, that was for sure, but this afternoon's careful planning was going to net him a special little fish ... a real gourmet's delight! And he was gonna love fucking her like he'd never loved before!
* * *
Connie Ralston's eager hands explored every hollow and angle of her young lover's naked body as his hotly pulsing cock pressed hard between her widespread thighs, nudging her quivering cuntal furrow. She arched up powerfully with unexpected strength, and reaching down and around her own buttocks, spread invitingly her moist pink vaginal lips to give the lust-heated head of his cock even greater access as it insinuated its way up between her legs. When she relaxed and lay back on the sofa, she had his penis trapped between her thighs as securely as if with a huge fist.
He forced his own hands between her shoulders and the sofa cushions and ran them down the soft naked curves of her back and hips. His only thought was how Jake's hot-blooded wife would act when he finally rammed it to her; Christ, she was hotter than a firecracker already, in spite of her trying to play it cool and act superior. Those long legs of hers would wrap like velvet ropes around his thighs when she felt his long hard cock fucking deep up inside her belly! Damn! He'd make her forget Jake Ralston and a dozen others ... she'd think only of him when he'd finished with her! Wasn't he twenty years younger than Jake? Sure, he'd put that fat bastard to shame with his own wife! What sweeter revenge than that?
"Mmmmmm, you feel so good against me like this. So young ... so hot and hard!" she murmured, and Leonard only smiled, his suspicions strengthened. Of course! Why wouldn't she want a young man in the prime of his health after that liquor-soaked old fart! His mind was reeling in fantasies now, and the notion was an exciting one ... maybe Jake Ralston couldn't even get it up!
He could feel her sensually ripened breasts shiver and heave beneath him as her breathing grew heavier and deeper. Suddenly, she cried out as if in pain. "Now, lover! Now! Fuck me now! Don't wait a second longer! Put it in me now!" He made a move to reach down between them, but she was faster, and her hot hand encircled the purplish head of his cock and eased it between her wetly quivering vaginal lips. Leonard groaned audibly as he felt the warm moistness of her cunt parting to swallow the tip of his lust-swollen penis. There was no way he could hold back another second, and he flicked his strong young hips forward with an unexpected cruel thrust that drove the aching length of his hardness deep into the clasping liquid heat of her cunt.
"Mmmmm, it's so hard and hot ... it's like steel, lover." Jake's nakedly writhing wife moaned beneath the youth as she felt the walls of her vaginal sheath part and then clasp tightly around his virile rigidity as if to imprison it in her belly. His long hard cock raced up into her cunt, pushing waves of sensitive flesh before it. Leonard groaned at the ravenously-clasping tightness of her vagina. God! She was tighter than he had ever believed! He continued to ram forward as the warm wetness of her pussy encircled him, lubricating his cruel, thrusting entry. And then, finally he was all the way in, his lust-bloated balls slapping heavily in the upturned cleft of her nakedly churning buttocks.
His boss's wife gasped in a passion-deepened voice as he thrust harder, grinding his pelvis into her helplessly exposed loins so she could not twist aside. She was skewered completely, and he lay still on top of her for a few seconds, excited and proud that he could make her cry out with the punishing thrust of his manhood.
Leonard salaciously squirmed his pelvis against the moist softness of her upturned cuntal flesh as she strained back under him, arching her loins up at him and pushing them both up and off the cushions from the excited strength of her hips. She moaned shudderingly as he stepped up the pace of his fucking tempo, opening and closing her thighs as her head flailed from side to side on the pillows. Suddenly, she reached behind her head, grabbed one of the pillows, and arching her loins upward, she stuffed it under her trembling ass-cheeks, angling the naked exposure of her cunt for an even deeper penetration into her belly. She choked in erotic pleasure-pain as his hotly pulsing hardness probed far up in her very insides. "Damn, it's so deep ... so deep! Now stick your finger in my asshole, college-boy! I like that! Hurt me, lover; Connie wants to be hurt!" Her words were slurred as though she had been drinking, though her lips bore only the perfume of her fervent heat.
His hand reached under her nakedly squirming buttocks and sought her snug little anal mouth. She cried out in passion and pain as he found it and pushed hard. It gave a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic nether ring gave way and his stiffened middle finger slid in deeply.
"Awww, yes! Yes! Hurt me, lover!" she gasped. Leonard watched in amazement as, in spite of her obvious pain, she began to screw her buttocks down onto his upraised finger in a frenzied effort to work it even deeper into her rectum ... God, she really loved it!
He rotated it around inside her hot spongy flesh, moving it about in the buttery grip of her rectum. Through the thin membrane of flesh separating her two channels, he could actually feel the hard underside of his own lust-thickened cock as it fucked in and out of her cunt. Grinning, he began moving his finger in the same relentless rhythm. She splayed her legs widely around him to give him greater access and began to moan throatily with every inward thrust of his eagerly throbbing penis and his finger. Leonard ached in his loins with the heat of his coming orgasm, and he could feel his cock jerking and swelling like a balloon inside her hot vaginal passage. It would not be long now, he thought, and he only hoped he could hold back the boiling flood from his lust-bloated testicles until he could force her to orgasm first ... he wanted nothing more right now than to make this hot little bitch cum!
He rose higher on her and began furiously fucking her with long hard strokes that deliberately scraped against her clitoris, all of his youthful strength and energy behind each of them, and Jake's wife grunted in masochistic pleasure as he hammered her cervix with every skewering lunge. He could tell she was nearing the end, for she gripped him tight with her upraised thighs, scissoring them open and closed in perfect cadence with his deeply probing thrusts. She made wild incoherent gurgling noises in her throat, mumbling and gasping, and he knew she was getting nearer with every long hard thrust. The knowledge that she was close seemed to give him renewed strength like a second wind, and he continued his merciless fucking with the strength of ten men.
"Yes ... yes ... yes! Fuck me hard, lover! Haaarrrddd!" Her heels pounded against his back as she jackknifed her legs up tight against her breasts; her eyes rolled in their sockets and bulged with the urgent pressure inside her. And then ...!
"Oh God! Yes ... I'm ... I'm cccuuummiiinggg!" she cried out as her ankles locked about his shoulders. Her cock-impaled pussy squirmed ecstatically beneath him, offered up fully and unconditionally to his desires, and she ground up and back at him, matching him thrust for thrust with inhuman strength, her nostrils flared savagely as her loins spasmed against his long hardness. Suddenly, she gasped one deep breath, held it interminably, and then expelled it in one coughing cry of passion and collapsed limply onto the sofa. Except for the involuntary quivering of her still-aroused loins, she lay perfectly still, her wetly quivering cunt still grasping the youthful hardness of his cock like a prize between her legs. He eased it to the hilt deep in her belly and then lay still himself. Leonard gloated to himself at the feel of its still-hard length inside her. By God! He had done it! She had cum and he still had more to give her!
He gave it a playful throb deeply in her womb, and she gasped in fresh delight. "Oh, please! Darling ... let me rest first! That was really something, baby! If that's what they taught you in college, I'm sorry I never went."
"Well, they never had any courses in it; we just sort of taught each other," he laughed, the tension of love-making dissolved now.
"How 'bout your wife? She doesn't seem like the sort for a lot of campus orgies."
Leonard felt a pain in his chest at the mention of his wife's name in this salacious context, but still it was not the agonizing hurt he would have expected after his first act of unfaithfulness. "No, she was never what you'd call a swinger. A party girl, yes, but she never went in for the fast action."
"And you did?"
"Sometimes," he lied, remembering painfully that he was usually too busy with his studies for the all-night romps his buddies told him about. "When I wasn't busy studying," he added.
"Lie on your back, college boy," she purred up at him, flexing her vaginal muscles so that they seemed to milk his still-erect cock. "I want to show you something no college could teach you ... You deserve a little treat for being such a he-man."
Leonard pulled his hardness out of her reluctantly, sliding it wetly from the soft warm grip of her cunt. He was so close to being finished that he had to clench his buttocks muscles to hold back the first gush of rich hot sperm, but he was not going to argue. Whatever it was she had in mind was sure to please. She turned on her side toward him, and reaching along the firmness of his belly, began to fondly stroke him, sliding his fleshy foreskin up and down in a slow, inciting rhythm that brought an even greater ache to his lust-swollen testicles. Then she rose to her knees and hovered over him on her elbows, her face so close to his wildly pulsing cock he could feel her hot breath on it. She held his rigid shaft of flesh tightly between both hands, stroking it between her palms in a teasing up and down movement that pumped the pressure in his loins to an unbearable pitch.
Suddenly, her head dropped down toward his blood engorged hardness, and her tongue flicked out to tormentingly caress his bulbous cock-head ... God, a blow-job, he thought to himself, how long has it been? Anna has never even offered!
His breath sucked in as her quivering pink tongue licked around the tip; chills rippled along his spine, bringing a groan of anxious arousal from his lips. Then, without warning, she brought her ovaled mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole throbbing head of his cock in a moist warm pressure that tightened like a rubber band below the head, hotly entrapping the pulsing knob of his sex in the wet heat of her mouth.
Leonard lifted his head for a better look and gasped at the lurid spectacle of Jake Ralston's wife's lips lewdly ovaled around the hard shaft of his cock. It was worth ninety-odd days of Jake's crap for just this moment, he laughed to himself.
His penis was still wet and glistening from the juices of her orgasm as she gently massaged the leathery flesh of his testicles with one hand and encircled the base of his thick cock between her thumb and forefinger with the other. He could feel the softness of her tongue swirling maddeningly around his hardness, the tip occasionally flicking into the tiny slit at its end. His buttocks flexed involuntarily as he held back the gush of his orgasm a few seconds more, thrilling at the sight of her blonde head bobbing up and down below his belly.
Connie could feel from the jerking of his loins that he was about to explode from the fervent pressure, and she began to suck that much harder, now dragging the tips of her teeth along the sensitive flesh. She shifted her position from over his one thigh without missing a beat and was now kneeling between his open, sinewy legs. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, reveling in their firm muscular tautness, like an athlete's, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped furiously around the growing glans until Leonard could feel it about to explode as she somehow swallowed all of his rigid hardness deep into her throat. How did she do it?! She never seemed to even breathe! God! What a fantastic cock-sucker she was!
Surging swirls of passion were boiling in his loins, and his cum-filled testicles ached as he watched her face working hungrily above his sweat-soaked loins. His stomach tightened as he arched up from the sofa and pushed his madly jerking cock even deeper down her velvety throat passage, stretching even further the ovaled moistness of her lips. He groaned again and again, his hips humping upward at her face, and then suddenly he gasped like he had been slugged in the belly with a clinched fist. He groaned as he felt his hot impatient sperm begin its frantic run from the bloated shelter of his balls and begin gushing in thick heated streams into her voraciously sucking mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed gulpingly as she greedily swallowed the flooding surge of cum, each pungent mouthful swirling like warm honey down her throat. His hands entangled in her short blonde hair, and he held her face against his pubic hair as he pushed his madly ejaculating penis down as far as it would reach down her throat. She did not even need to swallow now, for his gushing hardness was emptying right into her belly!
He moaned one last time and grunted finally in utter fulfillment as his long thick hardness slowly deflated in her mouth. She continued the gentle sucking until every drop of his warm sticky sperm was in her belly. She had sucked him completely dry, and with a moan of her own, she collapsed alongside him, her head resting lightly on his sweaty thigh....
The voice seemed to come as if on the wind, from far away, prodding the resistances of Leonard's slumber until finally he opened his eyes in bewilderment. He jerked bolt upright on the unfamiliar sofa and looked around in wide-eyed confusion.
"Relax, lover-boy, you just fell asleep, that's all. I let you rest." Connie was standing over him, her dressing gown on again and a drink in her hand. Anxiously, Leonard glanced outside through the narrow window by the front door and was relieved to see that it was still daylight, though darkening fast.
"How long did I sleep? It seems like days." He stood up without shame, proudly noticing that Jake's wife could scarcely take her eyes away from the symbol of his virility that dangled limply between his thighs. It was still soft, but he could feel the first jerking quivers of lust building along its length, and he knew he could have it hard again in a few seconds, if he wished. It was a nice feeling, one that gave him almost as much satisfaction as the knowledge that he had just fucked Jake Ralston's wife. An even greater feeling, however, was rapidly coming to the forefront, one of reason and intelligence that his own lust had shoved aside in the midst of their illicit trysting ... What if Jake somehow found out? He'd kill me for certain, he's that kind of man! Reasoning would be out of the question; I'm a dead man if he ever finds out!
Again Connie seemed to read his thoughts. "You'll be awfully careful around Jake; won't you? I mean, for God's sake, don't let anything slip," she said soberly.
"Me? God, I was just worrying about you!"
"Don't worry about me, honey. I've never done nothing like this before," she declared unconvincingly. "But I have enough sense to keep my mouth shut 'round Jake. You're not gonna go getting religious and tell that wife o'yours, are you?"
"Anna? She'd leave me tonight if she even suspected such a thing. No, it's just between the two of us, Connie," he said uncomfortably. Now that it was all over, he seemed to have nothing to say to this woman; they were from worlds apart and their coming together seemed an accident somehow.
"Maybe we can manage another little get-together sometime soon, lover?" she said seductively. "Sometime when Jake's away on business."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure," Leonard replied, glancing at his watch. "But I've got to run now, Connie, or Anna might get suspicious. What did you do with my clothes?"
"Relax, baby," she whispered, her arms around his neck again. "They're all drying in the bathroom. Give Mama a big kiss and I'll get them for you, okay?"
CHAPTER SIX
Leonard felt his pulse quicken at the sight of Jake Ralston's car in the employee's parking lot. Damn it, I've got to get a better grip on myself or I'll blurt the whole thing out myself, he muttered under his breath as he parked his three-year-old Ford a few spaces away. There was an empty slot next to Ralston's car, but something edged him away from parking there, as if even being close to his automobile was somehow precarious.
This is ridiculous, he said to himself, there's absolutely nothing to be concerned about. It's not like I was wearing a huge sign on my back that said "I fucked Jake's wife". Anna saw absolutely nothing peculiar about my behavior last night and if my own wife didn't suspect anything, why would a man hardly know; I'll just go in like any other morning and go to my desk and mind my own business and nothing will happen. Nothing will happen.
Leonard remembered how easy it had been when he got home last night after leaving Connie, how guilty he had felt on the way there, how ashamed he had been when Anna greeted him with a big hug and a dinner fit for guests. But, to his own amazement, he had discovered that the shame and guilt washed away like so much grime from a hard day's work, and by the time they were sitting alone in the living room with television and a cup of coffee, it was as if nothing had happened. Connie herself could have come to the door and he could have kept his composure. Sure, it'll be all right, just take it easy, old boy, you're shaking like a leaf. Maybe it's not every day you screw the boss's wife, but you'll get through it all right, just stay calm.
Ralston's office door was open when he walked into the front office reception area and his own telephone buzzed before he had seated himself at his desk.
"Melton, come in here," was all he said, but it was enough. No loud voice, no curses, no threats. But it was enough ... God help me, he knows! He knows!
Leonard thought for a fleeting instant of just running away, of racing out the front door and never looking back, but he swallowed his fear and walked instead into his boss's office. He was a man, goddamnit, and he wouldn't run like some sissy!
Jake did not even look up as he entered. He seemed to be staring at some defect in the wood top of his desk. There was a pencil in his right hand and it snapped in half as Jake spoke. "Shut the door, Melton ... what I've got to say won't take long."
Leonard closed the door and stood between it and Jake's desk; he knew if the big man decided to get violent, it would be a pretty one-sided match. "Yes, Jake," he said when his boss showed no sign of continuing. He was immediately irritated with himself-his voice seemed so thin and cracked compared with Jake's booming baritone.
"I won't beat around the bush with you, Melton." Jake looked up at him and Leonard felt a shiver at the hatred in this man's eyes. "Connie told me the whole story. She didn't mean to, but she did. I ought'a break your goddamn neck and I just might yet, but I don't aim to go gettin' my ass in a mess that could cost me my job. One termination at Pine Junction is enough for a while."
Leonard opened his mouth to speak but the words would not come ... termination. He'd be out of work when he left this office; God, how would they have? Where could he find another job?
"This paper here is my letter to the home office." He held up an ominously brief typed piece of paper. "I typed it myself so nobody in the office knows. Some things a man don't want spread all over town. It says I want you fired immediately for what they call 'moral terpitude'. You know what that means, college boy?"
Leonard nodded. "Yes, I know." It means I may never get another job! It makes me look like some kind of pervert, some guy who got the axe for peeking in the ladies' John!
"There will be some questions, of course. But they know how to keep their mouths shut up there, and I've got plenty of friends in the home office." He glared at Leonard until the younger man finally glanced away, unable to face him any longer. "Now the question is: do I send that letter or do I throw it away."
Leonard felt his heart skip a couple of beats. "I don't understand. Why would you...."
"Oh, shut up," the husky older man interrupted. "It ain't "because I want you around, that's for sure. But I've only got nine more months of you in any case, even if I don't send that letter." He pushed his chair back and stood up, cockily aware that the smaller man unconsciously edged away as he rose to his feet. "But there is one way you can keep your job, Leonard, and just one way...." A sneering grin suddenly materialized incongruously on his face. " ... an eye for an eye, like the Good Book says.
"I don't see what you mean," he said, though he was beginning to get the picture.
"An eye for an eye ... a wife for a wife. You went in my house and tricked and seduced my wife."
"Is that what she told you?"
"You wouldn't want to argue, would you?" Jake snarled viciously. "I wouldn't want to hear you say it was the other way around. Insulting my wife like that after what you did would call for a poke in the mouth, buster!"
"All right, all right, but I'd never agree to what you just said, never! Do you really think I'd tell my wife to ... to...."
"What's wrong, college boy? Can't ya even say it? It was all right when it was my wife, wasn't it? Fuck's the word, you son of a bitch ... fuck!"
"Okay, fuck! I won't send my wife to you like some servant girl! Job or no job, it's out of the question!"
Jake stepped around from behind his desk and for a moment Leonard was certain he would take a swing. But instead. his face softened and his voice lowered to a calm, rational tone. "Just get out of here, Melton, before I lose my temper. Go home and think about what I said and call me before three o'clock to let me know whether to mail that letter or not. Three o'clock, Melton."
"I can tell you now, I would never go along with such a thing in a million years!"
"Out, Melton, right now!" Jake growled in his best Marine Corps bark. "Not another word!"
Jake Ralston looked up at the wall clock and waited until a half minute had passed and then picked up his phone and punched for an outside line. Connie was on the line before the first ring. "He took the bait, baby. By three o'clock, I'll be on my way into that sweet little bitch's drawers, you watch! Three o'clock!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
"You can't mean that, Anna! You don't know what you're saying! Jake Ralston is an animal! How could you even think such a thing!"
Anna Melton was none too certain herself why she had said what she did. Was it green-eyed jealousy at hearing of Leonard's sordid affair? Or hatred because he had cheated on her and she wanted revenge? Or was it something else ... a hungering, perhaps, of her own that even now after countless sleepless nights she did not want to face.
Leonard had come in ashen-faced and trembling with rage and anxiety. At first she had thought he was sick, his face was so drained of color and his hands were shaking as if he were feverish. But then the story had simply poured out ... all of it, in lurid technicolor and detail. Connie's trampish seduction. Jake's discovery somehow of his wife's unfaithfulness. And finally his boss's lewd proposition, an obscene notion that Leonard dismissed out of hand. But Anna had astonished him as well as herself with her level-headed reply-she was willing to go along with it to save Leonard's job and their future.
"Darling, think of what you're saying! How could I live with the thought of you ... and Jake Ralston. Anna, it's too ugly for words!"
"You didn't think about that when you were screwing his wife," she said coolly.
"Anna, please, I told you how it happened!"
"Sure, she held a gun to your head and made you do it, right?"
"It's the truth, honey, I swear it is!"
Anna felt a glow of something that might have been jealousy, hate or forbidden excitement in the pit of her belly. She spoke clearly and rationally, with no show of emotion. "Make the call, Leonard. You need that job and we all need to eat. Some things have to be done that none of us like. You got us into this ... and I guess it's up to me to get us out."
"Anna, I won't let you!"
"Please, Leonard, make the call ... before I change my mind."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The Sandman Motel loomed less than a hundred yards ahead and Anna began to gently pump the brake, slowing the Ford for the turn into the unpaved parking lot. The short leaf pines that paralleled the county highway seemed to ease past her in slow motion the car, her hands on the wheel, all seemed unreal somehow, as if this were a dream and she was moving along by some compelling force. Inside her head, the young blonde wife argued ceaselessly with her conscience, alternately winning, then losing. And still she moved relentlessly toward the rendezvous Jake Ralston had asked for. Leonard had tried in vain to stop her, even threatened to use force if he had to. But Anna had insisted that there was nothing short of locking her forever in the bedroom that could keep her from leaving the house if she wanted to, and in the end, her distraught husband had finally stepped aside for her to go. She ached now with the poignant memory of him standing in the doorway, forlorn and crushed, little Richie crawling at his feet and tugging his pants cuffs.
Dear God, what am I doing? she asked herself. Have I taken leave completely of my senses? Is this some stupid schoolgirl's way of punishing my husband for his infidelity? It's not too late to turn back; I can still turn this car around and go back to Leonard. We can go somewhere else and make a new life for ourselves, of course we can!
But even as she thought the words, Anna was opening the car door and walking toward room number seven. It was apparently a familiar room to Jake, as he had given the number over the phone before even calling for reservations, and it was obvious that Jake had been here before. With whom and how often, she wondered. And perhaps Connie has her own favorite rendezvous, some other seedy five-dollar motel on a forgotten two-lane highway. Does that make it right, she pondered. Does my coming here make Leonard's unfaithfulness all right?
She rapped lightly on the green-painted door and heard the squeak of bedsprings inside; Leonard's Oldsmobile was parked a few feet away.
"Well, well, I was beginning to wonder if you'd make it," her husband's boss grinned widely. "C'mon in, baby ... the party's just about to start."
Anna knew it was a mistake the second the door closed behind her and Jake Ralston threw the bolt shut. She knew now what had motivated her, what had driven her to this wildness ... it was the bitter memory of a hundred nights of restless tossing and turning. She had gone along with Jake's proposition because Leonard took his lovemaking elsewhere while she simmered at home. And now that she was here, she knew she'd never be able to go through with it. Oh, why on earth had she tried to get even with Leonard?
"I gotta be back at the terminal before six, baby, so if you don't mind, I'll get down to business," He winked at her conspiratorily as if her coming here had admitted her to some exclusive fraternity.
"Jake, I-I ... I can't go through with it," she stumbled. "I t-thought I could, but I can't. I'm s-sorry, but I better leave right now." Anna knew even as she spoke that Jake would never let her leave.
"It's too late for that, sweetheart," he said with a cold, menacing sneer on his lips. "Like I told your hubby ... an eye for an eye. He screwed my wife, and now I get even. It's that or his job, take your choice. But with the reference he'd get from me, he'd be lucky to get hired as an office boy anywhere else."
"C-Can't we maybe talk this over?" Anna was looking at the sheer overwhelming size of the man, easily twice her weight. Why had she ever been so foolish as to come here? Was revenge this important?
"C'mon, let's get a look at the goods, baby. Get your dress off and let's see if I made a good deal."
Anna backed fearfully against the locked motel room door and watched in cruel fascination as Jake began casually to undress, his eyes never leaving hers for an instant. He was out of his shirt and pants in a couple of seconds, and then he yanked open his undershorts and she could not suppress a gasp of astonishment at the immensity of the lust-thickened rod of flesh that jerked up from between his legs. He looked at her and held it in his hand, lewdly easing the thick fleshy foreskin back until the large purplish head stared at her with its solitary eye.
"Pretty good piece o' beef, ain't it, honey?" he grinned, obviously enjoying the look of disbelief on the unhappy wife's face. He liked it when women caught their first glimpse of his cock fully erect; it was a formidable weapon, one to be proud of, and he knew it.
Anna looked down at it despite herself and felt a shudder of fear and revulsion in her belly at its frightening thickness ... God, how could a woman take such a massive thing up inside her? Leonard's was big enough to hurt her sometimes, but this thing had to be twice her husband's size!
Jake began to move slowly toward her, lust gleaming in his eyes like burning coals. "Stay away from me!" she exclaimed through her numbing fear. She knew it was futile to protest-Jake was not about to put his clothes back on and forget all about their lewd little arrangement; she had gotten herself into this with her foolish jealous revenge and now she had to go through with it.
"I'm tired of waiting," he growled, reaching out with his meaty calloused hands and jerking her up hard against his hairy nakedness. He grinned again and then pressed his wet lips tightly over hers, thrusting his tongue deep into her unresisting mouth. She stood there passively limp, shuddering from the insistent prodding of his huge hot cock against the softness of her belly. "That's more like it, baby ... now let's see what ya got."
His hands snaked around her slender body to the zipper at the back of her dress and with one swift downward yank he opened it to her hips. She felt the cool rush of air against her skin as the big man pulled her dress from her shoulders and let it drop in a crumpled heap around her ankles. For Anna, it was like a lowered flag, a gesture of surrender, and she offered him no resistance as he unsnapped her brassiere. She heard him mutter an approving sigh as it dropped to the floor and the full white nakedness of her breasts became his as well. He dropped suddenly to his knees and Anna backed away instinctively but his hands gripped her just below the hips and she was held fast to the spot. He hooked his fingers in the elastic of her panties and pulled them slowly down over the softness of her full round buttocks and then pushed them down her bare legs to join the rest of her clothing in a pile at her feet. He even made her step out of her shoes so that she would be completely and utterly naked, without a stitch to cover her voluptuously trembling body.
The young wife shivered as she stood before the man who was going to help her commit adultery, and heard him panting on his knees in front of her. His lips pressed against the whitely quivering flesh of her belly, and she nearly collapsed from the lurid sensation. Hearing her gasp at the onset of sudden sensual dizziness, Jake knew she was his. He dropped his lips to the sparse light-haired "vee" of her loins, spreading the soft pubic curls with his thumbs and flicking his tongue like a lizard's into the moistly glistening slit of her unguarded vagina. Anna jumped from the sudden electric jolt of his tongue against the tiny bud of her clitoris and she tried vainly to escape, but only succeeded in backing herself against the wide double bed. Jake followed her on his knees a couple of paces, chuckling confidently to himself, then stood up and pushed her over onto the mattress, climbing between her legs as she fell backward and clamping his sweaty palms against the softness of her inner thighs to keep her legs apart.
Anna felt the horror of the big man's lust as she looked up at him crouched on all fours between her legs, grinning filthily down at her as he paused before nuzzling his face between her held-open thighs. The pink moist flesh of her naked vagina was offered up to his leering, sex-hungry lips in utter sacrifice and Anna lay there paralyzed on the motel bed, her humiliation growing beyond all bounds as she watched his tongue moistly encircle his lips.
His palms rested on the insides of her thighs as his thumbs began to slowly part the soft pink lips of her cunt. Jake Ralston watched hungrily for a moment and then dropped his head and slithered the full length of his slippery tongue up into the warmly-throbbing walls of her pussy. Anna jerked convulsively, a deep stirring moan rattling in her chest; her buttocks squirmed against the mattress in a futile effort to escape this lingual ravishment of her loins.
"Oooohhhh, ooohhhh...." she shuddered at the onset of his maddening assault on her helpless pussy flesh. Her head was off the pillow and she watched in horrified amazement that this was really happening to her ... Anna Melton, wife and mother, lying naked on a rented motel bed with a crude tattooed beast of a man like Jake Ralston! "Noooo ... noooo...." she chanted mindlessly in abject shame, her head falling back on the pillow and flailing wildly from side to side as his tongue speared thickly into the pink-flushed wetness of her vaginal lips. She shivered in fear and unhappiness, but she knew there was yet another rippling sensation emanating from the pit of her belly, a tiny wisp-like stirring of forbidden erotic pleasure!
Jake's hands reached up over the white velvet flatness of her girlish belly and dug harshly into the soft jiggling flesh of her breasts, his fingers coarsely rolling the light brown nipples until they quivered into pebble-like hardness. His eyes remained open wide as his mouth and lips slaved at the moistness of her vagina and he watched her squirm helplessly under his obscene oral caresses.
Anna lay frozen in unresisting submission, powerless to ward off his advances now, her eyes welling with tears as she thought of her husband and baby son. She was certain she could never hope to face them again with the stinging memory of this lewd subjugation forever in her thoughts. Oh Leonard, she cried, why did you have to be unfaithful with Jake Ralston's wife? Why did I have to strike out in jealous vengeance? Anna had never in her life felt so utterly abandoned, so completely without hope, as she did at this moment.
Jake's eyes stayed on the naked blonde girl's face as his tongue darted in and out of her finger-spread vagina. He could see the helpless tears of humiliation that trickled from her eyes and he felt his stomach knot with delight at the thought of that college-boy Melton at home babysitting while his wife's pussy was being so thoroughly assaulted! He'd show this stuck-up little city bitch a thing or two! She was no different from all the others like her, too good for an uneducated roughneck like Jake Ralston, huh ... well, before he'd finished with her she'd be begging ... begging him to fuck her!
The burly trucker laughed to himself as he brought his hands down and pushed them under the backs of her knees as they splayed out widely on either side of his head. He pushed and lifted so that her kneecaps angled back tightly against her breasts, nakedly exposing the whole flowing pink wetness of her loins to his greedy lips. This ought to do the trick, he chuckled, and he flicked his tonguetip lewdly into the tightly puckered little hole of her anus.
Anna moaned in anguish at the unexpected searing brush of his tongue over her forbidden nether orifice; no man had ever touched her there, not even her husband, and she clenched her eyes tightly shut in abject shame at the torturing sensation of wicked, forbidden desire it sent rippling through her captive loins. She tried to fight it, to stifle the pang of lascivious incitement, but it was no use.
"P-Please, please," she stammered in desperation, vainly grinding her buttocks back away from the hotly flicking tip of Jake's tongue as it lashed mercilessly at her anal orifice. But he only laughed at her helpless protests and stabbed deeply into the fleshy nether ring.
"Ooooohhhh," she moaned shamelessly as tiny goose bumps rippled across her nakedly shimmering belly and breasts. Anna sobbed in disgrace as her body ignored her own fervent pleas and began to desert her. Her buttocks jerked involuntarily at the lust-inciting sensation of his darting tongue, and she sobbed in naked terror as she felt her loins begin to quiver in open surrender.
"No, p-please, it's all wrong, all wrong!" the distraught blonde cried out in grief-stricken shame, not as much from the lewdness of the act she was allowing to take place, but more from the horrible awareness that she was beginning to enjoy it! Clenching her teeth tightly together, she fought back with all the will she could muster against the hotly licking flames of erotic lust that threatened to engulf her in an inferno of carnal passion. But she knew from the outset who the victor would be ... and after a few vain moments of valiant resistance, she felt the surging collapse of her last defenses as a riptide of desire swept upward from her nakedly-aroused loins.
Her body began a slow, sensual movement of its own up against Jake's lewdly laving tongue and her hands reached down and curled shamelessly in his short hair. She moaned incessantly now, a soul-rending song of passion on her quivering lips ... everything was forgotten now. There was no husband, no family, no shame. There was nothing, nothing outside this room, outside this obscenely creaking motel bed. All that existed for Anna in the whole world were the flaming waves of passion that fanned out hotly from her loins like liquid fire.
Jake Ralston could literally feel Anna's total surrender as her thighs clamped about his ears and her hands coursed sensually through his hair, and with a savage snicker of conquest, he thrust his thick wet tongue deeply into the steaming flesh of her vagina again. He could feel the softness of her lightly grazing pubic hairs against his nose and cheeks as she lasciviously ground her buttocks back at him in a lewd rotating movement as old as time. She was completely his now, he laughed to himself, no longer the big-city girl she was when she walked through that motel room door. She wasn't miss fancy-pants now-she was just another cunt burning with heat, just some bitch off the street with a hot box between her legs. He had dragged her down to his level now, and only now would she get the full treatment ... and get it she would!
Anna bucked and squirmed under the relentless lavings of Jake's flicking tonguetip until she thought she would go insane. Her head was raised from the pillow again watching his face, her hands gripping his head and pulling the thrill-giving lash of his tongue deeper and deeper into her cuntal slit. It seemed never to end, to go on and on, but then suddenly Jake forced his head from between the clasping insides of her thighs and rose to his knees between her widespread legs.
She felt doubly humiliated to have him gloating over her, and had to close her eyes to the shame of his merciless lustful stare.
His lips curled into a vicious grin. "Now for the real thing, bitch ... we're gonna do what you husband and my wife did, only we'll try to outdo them."
Anna lay perfectly still, her thighs splayed shamelessly open, her belly quivering and heaving with unwanted emotion as though he were already thrusting his obscene hardness between her thighs.
Jake leaned over her naked young body and bit wickedly into the sensitively stiffened nipple of her left breast. Anna groaned in real pain and futilely tried to squirm away from his grip, but his hands were everywhere at once-caressing the softness of her bare thighs and hips, roughly kneading the pliant whiteness of her heaving breasts. His lips roamed at will over the full mounds of soft voluptuous flesh and she began to unconsciously squirm against the mattress as the rippling impatient heat of passion reached her loins.
"It's gettin' to ya, ain't it, baby?" her husband's boss leered as his lips slavered wetly over the soft delicate curves of her young body. "Well, you'll be wigglin' a lot more before I'm through. I wanna see that sweet little ass o'yours shake like a hula-dancer's twat!"
Anna was revulsed at the knowledge that his crude, obscene words excited her even more, their very lewdness a catalyst to her rising passion. She fought this total and irreversible surrender for she knew it would mean her abject subjugation to his obscene will ... she would be his love slave!
"Get them legs nice and wide, baby, 'cause Big Jake needs a lot of workin' room," he grinned triumphantly. Anna felt her legs move apart as if they no longer were part of her body, possessed by minds of their own and, as Jake pushed his bulk up over her with one powerful arm, he reached down between their bodies and took the throbbing hardness of his cock between his fingers and eased it forward, using its thick rubbery head to part the fleshy pink lips of her vagina. She turned her head aside on the pillow, her eyes clenched shut in sickening fear and shame as she felt his blood-engorged cock-head brush lewdly over the hair-lined ridges of her cuntal flesh. She held her breath for an eternity, until her lungs ached and she thought she'd pass out. And then ... the first relentless pressure of his cock against the moist elastic lips of her cunt!
"Aaaaggghhh," she moaned as the tip slipped through, stretching painfully the tight constrictive lips until Anna felt that a great huge cudgel was being stuffed up between her thighs.
"N-no, please, no," she coughed. "You're hurting me, please ... don't do it!" Suddenly she was yelling helplessly in fright and anguish as she saw the cruel sadistic smirk of enjoyment spread evilly across Jake Ralston's lips ... he was enjoying her pain! He wanted to see her squirming on the end of his huge cock like a bug stuck with a pin!
But then the grin of self-satisfied enjoyment faded and became instead a menacing glower of determined raw lust. He could stand this teasing foreplay no longer; he had to have this beautiful young married woman now. He looked down at the bulbous, lust-distended head of his cock wetly disappearing into the sparse blonde curls of her pubic hair ... he had to fuck her now!
Letting his immense weight carry him forward, smashing her full firm breasts back against her chest, Jake pushed his hips forward and his long thick hardness rode up between her open legs with a vengeful shudder of lustful ravishment, not stopping until his heavy balls smacked lewdly in the upturned crevice of her buttocks. Her pussy-flesh was roughly pushed aside in rippling waves of soft moist pinkness until he was buried to the hilt inside her, his blood-filled rigidity lewdly imbedded in the depths of her quaking belly!
"Aaaaaawwwww! God, help me, help me!" Anna cried out in desperate supplication from beneath his crushing weight. She had never been so filled with male hardness in her life and his bloated penis seemed to have shoved aside all of her insides and replaced them with throbbing fleshy male stiffness. There was not one tiny ridge of cock-flesh, not one pulsing blue vein, that she could not feel as his heavy member was tightly encircled by the soft moist walls of her bruised cuntal passage.
Jake lay still over her, his face inches from hers. Neither made a sound until Anna felt the tormenting throb of male hardness deep in her belly as he flexed it lewdly.
"Unnggghhh," she grunted in pain, her face contorted in a mask of anguish.
"Big enough for you, baby?" he sneered, flexing his penis again like a huge hot rubber hose in her vagina.
"Aaagghhhhhh!" she gasped, her eyes wide open in fear and horror.
"You gotta beg me now, bitch, before I give it all to you," he chuckled. He gave a playful jerk and felt her loins flower open around his impaling hugeness.
"N-no, I w-won't," she stammered. She couldn't lower herself to grovel before him like an animal in heat! That would be too much to bear, she'd never be able to face herself in the mirror! She wouldn't give him that pleasure, she wouldn't!
His fingers dug into her bare shoulders and he laughed as he gave his cock another pulsing throb deep in her belly. It felt like it would come out her mouth and Anna knew she would not be able to hold out much longer ... the combination of pain and the lurid passion he had aroused against her will was like gasoline and fire, she was about to explode inside!
"Oh, oh, p-please...." she began, but she knew it was futile. Then, "Oh, fuck me, damn you, fuck me!" she croaked in anguish. "I can't stand it ... fuck me!" she hissed through clenched teeth, her eyes gushing with stinging tears at the sound of those vile words on her lips. She knew she was nothing better than a whore now, a slut from the gutters, and Leonard would be right in leaving her and taking their child. No, God, she was worse than a whore ... at least a whore got something in return! There was nothing left for Anna, nothing but the fiery thickness of this animal's cock imbedded in her belly like some huge fist ... there was nothing left within her to resist with now, she was lost, totally lost!
Jake snickered down at her and clamped his wet lips suddenly on hers as he sensed her final surrender. His hips began a lewd rocking motion between the young married woman's naked thighs and he could feel her tight fleshy passage begin to flower submissively with each short stroke of his lust-hardened cock. It would not take long to have her climbing the walls. God, she was a hot little number underneath, just another cock-hungry bitch. All she needed was the right treatment, the right hunk of cunt-filling meat, and her real self would come bursting to the surface in a raw squealing mass of helpless desire. She was a hot piece o'tail, all right, just like he'd guessed. Ol' Jake Ralston knew how to spot 'em every time!
Anna's nakedly writhing body began to shudder with the licking flames of passion that fanned up hotly from her cock-filled loins. There was no use pretending-she had lost completely now and it was pointless to pretend otherwise. Jake Ralston had turned her into a mindless sex-hungry slut and now she even began to work her hips back against the slow rhythm of Jake's huge cock as it skewered wetly between her thighs.
Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath him and she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, shoving her tongue with sudden utter abandon deeply between his lips. A low groaning sigh of passion-ridden servility gushed from her throat, her face twisted in desire, her mouth hungrily working, a light beaded sweat breaking out across her forehead.
Jake Ralston eased his hands down and under the soft white cheeks of her naked buttocks, squeezing them fiercely in his tight grip. He had thought of holding her like this and shoving his cock between her legs since he first saw her that day she arrived in Pine Junction with her husband ... and now he was doing just that!
Her nether flesh oozed around his fingers as they flexed and unflexed in perfect rhythm with the skewering thrusts of his lust-thickened hardness, and he jerked her to his loins and felt her thighs bend back a little harder, the moist pink slit of her vagina widely-splayed to take every inch of his hugeness into the unprobed depths of her belly.
Anna felt no pain now, only maddening arousal, and her legs on either side of his impaling stiffness were quivering in abandoned desire. Her eyes were closed and her tongue worked hungrily up into his mouth as small whimpering sounds of velvety ecstasy echoed in her throat.
Jake worked frantically above her, his back dripping with sweat that ran down the sides of his immense body and dripped onto the motel bed in damp puddles. His long smooth strokes now brought his cock nearly all the way out of her clasping vaginal cleft on the backstroke and then roared forward between her upraised thighs like a runaway locomotive-, pushing aside the bruised moist cuntal walls until he could hear and feel the lewd slap of his sperm-bloated testicles in the hairless furrow of her buttocks. Her buttocks ... just the very thought of her heart-shaped ass-cheeks squirming nakedly beneath him incited yet another humiliation and he slid his fingers down over the taut smoothness of her buttocks and found the tiny puckered orifice of her anus nestled defenselessly below the clasping little slit of her vagina. He pushed his middle finger into it with a sudden quickness that caught her by surprise, and the rubbery nether-lips yielded easily to his probe.
She gasped in pain. "Aaagghhhh!" But Jake only thrust harder and deeper, enjoying the sounds of her humiliation. He worked his finger around inside the small spongy hole, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as his stiffened finger ground its way up into her rectum. He added another finger to the first and brought a fresh cry of pain from her quivering lips, all the while never missing a beat with his deeply punishing cock-thrusts into her moist vagina. The deep guttural noises emanating from beneath her chest stretched out into incessant moans of pleasure as her rectum stretched to accommodate his unnatural assault.
Jake grinned wickedly down at her as he felt her body begin another salacious rhythm of its own. Her buttocks began slowly to screw back onto his middle finger as he impaled her helplessly between his hard, throbbing cock and his finger crammed lewdly in her anus. Her passionate whimpering was with quick, sudden gasps for breath as she began twisting and squealing in erotic abandon with both her legs pounding against his sides in sexual frenzy.
He slid his other hand slowly up from the smooth rounded cheeks of her buttocks to the soft hair-lined folds of her cunt where he could feel his cock sliding smoothly in and out. His fingertips sensed the soft pliant lips of her vagina stretch to allow his hardness to enter and then pull wetly from inside her loins, the pink moist flesh clinging to the steel-hard pistoning rigidity of his cock.
Suddenly, she shook convulsively and began to gasp for air like a fish out of water. "Oh ... oh! Oh, God, I'm cumming!
Aiiieeee! I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!"
He felt her cunt open wetly and then begin spasming wildly around his buried member, and warm gushing liquid flooded hotly over his still-thrusting cock. He buried it deeper and faster inside her ... she'd remember this one for a long, long time, he gloated.
Jake felt her jerk upward toward him several times in rapid succession as her breath came in short desperate gasps. He thrust painfully deep into her quaking belly as he felt his hot viscous sperm shoot crazily from the end of his lust-bloated cock into the passion-ravaged depths of her vagina. Her legs went limp suddenly around him and he could feel her collapse beneath him, spent with the sensual frenzy of her orgasm.
"Been a long time, baby?" he asked after an appropriate pause.
Anna did not answer, but her silence gave him the satisfaction her husband's boss desired. She hadn't been getting it at home and now he had fucked her like she'd never been fucked before!
"P-Please, let me up ... I-I have to go home, Jake."
"Sure, honey, anything you say ... let me get outta you first." he laughed, and slipped his deflating cock from her cuntal lips with a slurping wet sound. Rolling off her, he waited for her to get up from the bed, then watched her walk, unsteadily at first, but better as she recovered quickly. Her body had a glimmering sheen on it, a fine vapor of sensual perspiration, and the inside of her left thigh bore the telltale stickiness of his spent discharge.
"There's a party day after tomorrow you might like ... three or four couples gettin' together at our place. They're all like you and me, baby, real swingers. What ya say? There'll be more there than you can handle, and you might pick up some new tricks."
Anna spun around and scowled at her new lover, oblivious now of her shameful nakedness. She made no attempt to cover her bare breasts, and her hands hung limply at her sides. "What makes you think I'd come to a party like that? I did what I had to do today because it was this or Leonard's job! I ... "
"Save it for your ol' man, cunt. You ain't gotta convince me. Anyway, I know better. I can spot a real hot-box when I see one, and you've got one of the hottest. Just think about Friday night before you say no ... three or four men, truck drivers, all of them, from up north a ways. That's three or four good screwings, baby ... all the hot stiff cock you can handle. And I'd imagine you'd get your pretty little slit eaten a couple of times for good measure, and then...."
"Stop it, stop it!" Anna screamed, her hands over her eyes. "I don't want to hear any more!"
"Then you'll come, you and that husband of yours too, if he's got the balls for some real action."
"Yes, yes, damn you! I'll come! I'll come! Just leave me alone ... haven't you taken enough from me for one day?" Anna ran into the bathroom and slammed the door hard behind her, but Jake Ralston only laughed. She'd be there all right, hot and sassy and ready for action! And if that college-boy husband of hers dared to show his face, maybe they'd give him a glimpse of a real man in action ... yes sir, let the kid see what a fuckin' was supposed to be!
Jake Ralston cleaned himself up with a hand towel that hung by the bathroom door and glanced at his watch. Still time for a couple of beers before dinner, he grinned, not a bad day's work if I do say so myself!
CHAPTER NINE
Leonard Melton had once confided to a friend that the two days preceding the birth of his son were the longest he had ever endured. Forty-eight hours of on-again, off-again labor, frantic packing and unpacking and harried, late-night calls to the obstetrician until finally Anna bore them their son.
But those days spun by dizzily compared to the two Leonard spent before Friday night.
Almost exactly forty-eight hours had somehow slipped by since Anna returned from her rendezvous with Jake Ralston, and now, as Leonard sat alone in his office at the trucking company, a half-hour past closing time, he was as far as ever from knowing what to do....
He had not looked up that evening as his wife turned the key in the lock and entered the living room. Richie was playing in nis playpen and the television rolled in muted silence, the volume nearly switched off.
"Leonard ... I'm back." Her voice sounded strangely calm and undisturbed to his ears. He had expected-hoped for?-anguish and remorse at least. But Anna was not upset at all!
"Is that all you can say?" he asked finally, his voice quiet and faltering.
"What do you want me to say, Leonard?" she asked irritably. "Would you like it better if I threw myself at your feet and asked for forgiveness? If I cried and sobbed and said I'd never get over this as long as I lived? Well, I did feel like that for awhile ... but not now."
Leonard stood up and looked at her face for the first time since she had returned; her eyes pained him greatly for they glimmered with that glazed-over look every schoolboy knows from memory ... the just-been-fucked sparkle. "So you enjoyed it, is that what you're trying to say? You went to bed with another man and I'm supposed to congratulate you, right?"
"I didn't hear you pleading for forgiveness after you screwed Connie Ralston. Remember, you got us into this mess, not me! If you'd spent more time in bed with your own wife, maybe it wouldn't have been necessary for me to ... to...."
"To fuck Jake Ralston, why don't you say it?"
"Oh, all right, to fuck Jake! It's okay when you do it, isn't it? But when I do it, it's a capital crime!"
"Damn it, Anna, it's not the same, you know that!"
"I don't know it, Leonard. All I know is I got screwed this afternoon and ... and ... I enjoyed it! For the first time in months, I don't feel like I'm sitting on hot coals! Is that so awful!?"
Leonard's face reflected the whole range of sudden emotion, from disbelief to pain to lingering anguish; and for the first time in their years together, he struck her. Not a closed-fist punch, but an open handed slap that sent her reeling over the end of the coffee table and sprawling onto a" chair that happened to be handy.
"I-I'm sorry, Anna!" he blurted out, even before she had caught her balance.
His wife said not a word, but merely looked at him pitifully and shook her head. He slept on the sofa that night, not by any agreement, but from his own desire, and the next night as well. And the words that passed between them could have been counted on two hands.
If there was any hope left for their marriage, Leonard could not see it. Anna had not told him until this morning of the party at the Ralston's, and that was the crowning blow, the last crushing weight he could stand heaped on him now. She actually wanted to go! She knew what kind of things would go on there and she wanted to go anyway ... Anna, his Anna!
He had felt for two days like he was caught in a vise, not wanting to go to work and dreading coming home in the evening. The pressure from Jake Ralston had been worse yet. He had expected the filthiest kind of taunting and crude remarks, but Jake had obviously decided to take another, more punishing, course. He had ignored the fact of his adultery with Leonard's wife altogether. Just as if nothing had happened!
Jake strolled into the office a half-hour late that next morning and dumped some traffic reports on Leonard's desk, remarked about the need for some repairs at the number three loading ramp, and then calmly proceeded to go about his day's business.
Leonard was flabbergasted at first, but then he saw through his boss's tactics ... let me simmer in my own juices, that's it! He knows I'm not going to say anything about what happened, he just wants to watch me squirm!
So from that moment, Leonard began to fight fire with fire. Any casual observer would have noticed nothing out of the ordinary around the front office those two days-just a terminal manager doing his job and a management trainee humming through his work like any young executive in one of a hundred thousand offices anywhere.
But the pressure was on just the same.
Inside, where it hurt the most. A screaming, fists-up confrontation might have netted him a few broken bones, but it would have at least been out in the open. This was murder, like smoking cigarettes sitting on a keg of gunpowder, and today was Friday and some decision had to be made.
Jake had left just after lunch without comment, though he had heard him comment to one of the girls that he had to help with getting ready for a party.
A party, all right, Leonard thought, with my wife there for dessert!
The office was deserted now except for a cleaning woman far across in the bookkeeping section; Leonard could see her as she made her way from desk to desk, emptying the trash baskets into her larger bin with wheels. For the fifth or sixth time, he reached for the telephone, only this time he completed the call.
It was simple, he assured himself. I only have to tell Anna that we're not going to that party. Sure, she wants to go, and probably I could even go myself if I tried.
Why not? Didn't I fuck Jake's wife already? It's a small leap from screwing the boss's wife to swinging at a swap party, isn't it? But we're not going to go, and that's got to be final if Anna wants to stay Mrs. Leonard Melton. It's not even the sex any more, it's something else more important. Anna's changed now, turned into a woman I hardly recognize, but even that's not irreversible. One thing though will never change, not as long as I'm under Jake's thumb ... he could still write me up for moral turpitude, it would be his word against mine and I'm still a nobody with the company. No, I'll never agree to go as long as I'm just a glorified gofer and Jake's playing God! I'm a man, goddamnit, and I can only take so much pushing before I fight back! He might have a hundred pounds on me, but if he pushes me hard enough, one of us is going to fall! And if it's me, it might as well be right away before I've got nothing left to fight over!
An older, only slightly familiar voice answered the phone. "Uh, Anna, is that you?"
"No, this is Janet, Mr. Melton, I'm babysitting. Anna said you might call ... she said to tell you she'd meet you at the party."
"She ... she said ... what?"
"She'd meet you at the party. She said you'd know the address."
"Thanks ... I do know the address. G'bye."
CHAPTER TEN
There was no one there that Anna knew except Jake Ralston and his wife. It was odd to enter a house in Pine Junction and see six faces you had never seen before. Not at the lone supermarket, or at the post office where everyone kept a lock box. But Jake had said these people were not from Pine Junction, and it made sense; in a town this size, everybody would know about this kind of party inside of a few days.
It had not been an easy decision for the young wife to come tonight, and even now Anna was far from certain she was right. But right or wrong, it was her decision to live with, even if she lived with it alone.
At first she thought she had the wrong house, for though there were three cars in the driveway, the house seemed to be without lights. She double-checked the address and went up to the front door; it opened without her ringing the bell and Jake Ralston filled the doorway with his enormous bulk.
"I thought you'd make it, baby," he grinned and cast an appraising eye over her mini-dress and boots.
"I-I wasn't sure I would come," she said. "But...."
"Don't give it another thought, honey. We all had second-thoughts the first time. You'll know better before the night's over. How 'bout your husband? Did he chicken out like I figured?"
"I don't know ... he wasn't home when I left, but I left him a message to come if he wants to."
"Well, let's stop talking and get you introduced around. My pal Dick is just starting the movie."
"Movie?"
"Sure, a little warm-up," he explained as they crossed the foyer and walked into the living room. Anna could barely see in the dim light but she knew there were people seated about the room, some on the floor, others on sofas or chairs. "It's just to get things in the right mood." He patted her affectionately on her buttocks, a pat that became a lingering caress, but he drew his hand away before they reached his wife.
Anna felt a shudder of anxiety in her belly, but she had no desire, like the first time, to turn and run. Maybe she was a slut underneath, just like Jake had said, maybe she was some kind of sex-maniac just waiting for the right moment to explode, like a land mine.
"Hi, Anna, glad you could make it," said Connie Ralston cheerily. Anna could barely see her face, but it was obvious that she was smiling. Did Jake tell her about Wednesday afternoon? Surely he did, or he wouldn't have invited me to this party! But she isn't sulking like Leonard ... or is there something I don't know? It was actually the second time Anna had suspected she had been used, but this time it seemed more likely. To her own amazement, though, she was not angry; in fact, she was even a bit flattered. The old Anna, perhaps, would have been hurt and hysterical, but she had changed and she knew it. Since Wednesday, she had made up her mind not to do without anything as integral to her happiness as sex ... and if Leonard wouldn't offer her satisfaction at home, then she'd just find it elsewhere! And her husband be damned!
Anna found herself being eased into an armchair just as the film began. It was projected on a doubled sheet hung from the arched doorway between the living room and the dining room, and as it flickered into full-color life, she saw that it was from Denmark and quite professionally done. She wasn't sure what she had expected, but it certainly was not this ... the two girls were beautiful, obviously models or actresses of some sort, and they had set out on a bike ride through beautiful Copenhagen. There was no sound or titles, but the action was simple and obvious enough. After a couple of seconds, they arrived at a big townhouse and went in. Inside there were two men, one bearded, with expensive-looking cameras, and the girls quickly stripped down and began to pose in awkward angles designed to give the cameramen an unimpeded view of their nakedness.
There was a giggle of laughter from a young woman on Anna's left, someone about her own age. The girl's escort, probably her husband, a, tall handsome young man with longish sideburns, whispered something in her ear and she giggled again, louder this time, and grabbed him affectionately between the legs. Anna was fascinated ... she couldn't decide which show was better, the one on the screen or the one in real life a few feet away! She heard the metallic sound of a zipper and saw the girl's head nestle down into the man's lap and then begin to slowly move up and down as they both watched the movie ... only when her head moved upward could Anna see that she had his cock in her mouth! She was lewdly sucking it while they watched the action on the screen!
Anna looked back at the movie, embarrassed at having intruded on their privacy, but she caught herself glancing back occasionally as the action heated up on the makeshift screen. Soon there were three women sucking cock-two on the screen and one for real just to her left, and Anna found she was unconsciously squirming against the seat cushion. Her panties felt damp and sticky between her legs and she knew she was getting "turned-on"; she wished fervently that Leonard were here, that it could be her own husband who answered this growing hunger between her thighs. But she knew he wouldn't come. This would probably be the last straw for both of them, but she felt strangely relieved, as if it was hopeless to struggle to keep their marriage afloat.
"Pretty hot stuff, huh?" someone whispered in her ear. She turned to face him. It was not anyone she knew, a nice-looking sort of guy with brown wavy hair, kind of Mediterranean-looking but not greasy or too dark. "I picked it up in Denmark on my last cruise. I'm in the Merchant Marine. My name's Dick."
Anna nodded her head. She could think of nothing to say except her name, words somehow seeming inappropriate when this kind of obscene thing was going on right before their eyes. The action on the screen had reached the boiling point, so wildly explicit that Anna was almost afraid to watch ... every frame was closer, more detailed, than the one before, and the whole doorway was filled with bold flickering images of naked, lust-hardened cocks and pinkly clasping vaginas. She had never seen anything like it!
Dick handed her a drink and she took a large swallow without tasting it first; it burned down her throat like molten lava and she coughed.
"It's a special punch Jake makes up ... I think he uses battery acid for a base," the dark-haired man now sitting on the arm of her chair joked. She looked back at the man and woman on her left and nearly shrieked in astonishment ... they were both naked now and lying head-to-toe on the sofa, his lust-thickened cock still in her ovaled mouth and his own head in between her opening-and-closing thighs!
Someone turned on a stereo somewhere and the room filled with the orchestrated sound of older Beatles's tunes, a seeming compromise aimed at the twenty-year age differences in the room. Anna felt Dick's strange hands against her back, fingertips caressing along the curve of her spine. She heard the rustle of her dress being unzipped and she pulled away instinctively, but when she looked around, there was no one in the room still fully clothed. Everyone was either naked or undressing, and she closed her eyes in resignation. After all, she knew what to expect when she came here, didn't she? Before she knew it, the young blonde wife was naked to the waist and this man whom she'd never seen until a few minutes ago was eagerly fondling her tingling breasts. She offerd no resistance as he whisperingly urged her down onto the carpeted floor, for the room was filled now with the gruntings of nakedly entwined couples. Dick was out of his clothes quickly and when they dropped to the floor, he brought her to her knees unceremoniously. There was no foreplay, no teasing, just the stiff relentless insistence of hard, virile cock. Her fingers reached back and found the long fleshy hardness of his lust-inflated penis as he mounted her dog-style. She stroked his pulsing member excitedly as the naked action of the porno movie flickered on and on above her head. Quickly, painlessly, he entered her, and she was surprised to discover that she was so well-lubricated that his good-sized cock slithered deeply into her belly on the first forward lunge.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," Anna murmured softly as the music drowned out the lascivious sounds of lovemaking all around her. "Fuck me hard, Dick, real hard!"
* * *
Leonard was switching off the office lights to leave, though he knew he could not go home while Anna was away at that party. Probably he would just drive around until he was too tired to handle the wheel and then go home alone. Whatever tomorrow would bring would be hard enough to face in the light of day. There was no sense in planning for it tonight. Divorce was an ugly word and never pleasant for anyone, but he knew now it was inevitable. There was nothing left between them now, what little they had left had been torn from them when Anna went to that party alone. Lewd images of his wife naked with dozens of men tortured his thoughts, though he tried not to think of her at all.
A noise disturbed his unpleasant thoughts and he looked up to see the cleaning woman, still far across the empty expanse of desks, pointing excitedly to the front door of the terminal office. Leonard made a motion with his hands that indicated he would see to it and hurried to the wood-paneled reception corridor to see who it was. Probably some trucker with a problem or a night man from the loading platforms, though any difficulties they had were usually solved through the night foreman.
He switched on the outside lights and opened the door, feeling rather foolish that he had not looked through the window first. What if it was a robbery? But what was of value in here? Nothing but some papers and office equipment.
But if it was a thief, it was an odd one. Outside on the concrete steps was a short, gray-haired woman of about fifty, stooped with premature age and wrinkled from hard work. Or hard living. "Where's that pea-brained ox that runs this place?" she demanded.
Leonard was tempted to tell her the truth,.but he did not want an old woman's death on his conscience. "He's gone home, ma'am. I'm his assistant. Could I help you?"
She looked him over suspiciously. "You look kinda' young, but I guess you'll have to do. I wanna know how come he sent that good for nothin' ex-husband of mine so much money! He ain't paid me a cent o' child support in two years and now he's out paintin' the town red, white and blue!"
"I'm afraid I don't understand, Mrs...."
"Taylor, Mrs. Luke Taylor. Ex-Mrs. Taylor, that is. And the truth is that Luke got a check in the mail from your company. He ain't worked here in over two years; hell, he ain't worked nowhere in two years. And now he's filthy rich with a pocket full o' money! If anybody ought to be getting money in the mail, it's me! I'm the one with the houseful o' younguns!"
"I still don't quite follow you. You say he got a paycheck in the mail and he doesn't work here, is that right?" A faint glimmer of an idea was beginning to take root deep in his brain and his four years of accounting training was urging it into something he could get his teeth into.
"That's what I said, young man. And what's more, Annie Mae Armstrong's ol' man got one too. I seen her at the grocery store this very night and she tol' me herself. What's goin' on out here? You people taken leave o' your senses?"
Leonard quickly mentally scanned the events of the last few days. Certainly, that phone call from the home office ... they sent the payroll out directly because I told them it would be all right! Jake's been so busy with his other affairs that he hasn't even noticed, I'll bet. Still, it could be an error in Maryland.
"Mrs. Taylor, I'll check into it first thing in the morning. I'm sure it was just some bookkeeping error," he said officiously. "But I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't say anything about it to anyone else until we can clear it up, okay?"
She eyed him again, even more suspiciously this time. "Well, all right, but just remember me the next time you got some damn fool notion about handing out free money, 'ya here?"
He stood in the doorway and waited until she climbed in a dilapidated old pickup truck. There was a boy of about sixteen behind the wheel and he spun gravel as he swung the old truck onto the highway. Leonard could hear the old woman cursing him as they drove away.
It cost him five dollars and less than five minutes to get the pass key to Jake's private office on the pretense of needing some docking reports. And it took him less than a half-hour to find what he needed. Like most criminals, Jake Ralston had left behind a clear, easily-followed trail, and Leonard was laughing out loud as he unlocked the secretarial pool door and turned on the office copier.
He felt better than he had felt in weeks, strangely light-headed and confident again, and finally, he knew what it was that his life had lost. He had his self-respect back again. He would not have to be ordered around like an office boy any longer; he was here to be trained for management and that was precisely what he would be from now on ... management!
Even the anguished mental picture of his wife fucking Jake Ralston seemed less burning now, for he knew somehow that everything was going to work itself out. He knew all at once that he had painfully neglected her, that he had acted like a little boy when she needed a man ... and the potent glow of self-confident manhood between his legs told him that even that would be no problem from this moment on.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
He had to knock twice to get any answer, but the sounds of music and laughter from inside told him he had the right house. Jake peered out finally from the bolted door, then closed it to release the latch and let him in. The big trucker had a big smirking grin on his face when he swept the door open and bowed mockingly. "Well, if it ain't the college boy, just in time. C'mon in, Leonard, and take a look at the action."
Leonard felt his stomach tighten in revulsion at the promise of untold horror the darkened house offered him. He knew the worst moment would be the first ... if he could get over the shock of seeing his wife naked with another man, as she was sure to be, since Jake Ralston wore only a pair of undershorts, then he could manage the rest with aplomb.
He saw her before his eyes had adjusted to the darkness. The body was definitely hers, all right, and she was naked on all fours ... his own wife slavingly taking another man's cock up in her cunt from behind! He felt a surge of hurt and grief, but he swallowed back his own pain and faced Jake Ralston, who looked at him with a leering victorious grin wetly on his lips, clearly the confident smirk of a man who had won.
Leonard shook his head uncomprehendingly ... to think I let it come to this! All Anna needed was a man and I couldn't even offer her that! I've let this bastard push me and order me around until there's nothing left of me but a hollow shell! Well, not any more, pal ... you're going to see a brand spanking new Leonard! Or maybe the Leonard I used to be, before I let this son of a bitch get the best of me.
He looked back at Anna and the man he didn't recognize. His fingers gripped her buttocks, his wife's buttocks, squeezing groans of passion from her throat as her full-mounded breasts jiggled and bounced nakedly beneath her. She had not seen him yet and he didn't want her to ... she had gone too far to turn back now. It was for him to make the next move.
"Jake, I want to talk to you," Leonard said calmly, reveling in the look of surprise on his boss's face.
"What about? Can't it wait? The rest of us didn't come here to talk business, sonny," Jake chuckled. "Take a look at your wife there ... she ain't worried about business, is she?"
"It's about a raise, Jake," the young management trainee said innocently.
"A raise! You must be outta your mind, college-boy! Why don't you go home and let us grown-ups play," he laughed over the loudness of the stereo music.
"It's not a raise for me ... it's for Luke Taylor and Al Armstrong. And Bobby Wilder and Gene Davis and a few others. They've been making the same wages for so long now, I thought you'd like to up their salaries a bit."
Jake looked around as if the walls had ears. "Come over here," he demanded and grabbed Leonard's shirt front and pulled him into an alcove off the dining room. "Where'd you get those names, boy?"
"Take your thieving hands off me, Ralston, or your ass will rot in the state prison!" Leonard's voice was strong and assertive and Jake removed his hand immediately. "I know all about your little business, Jake old buddy. How you've been drawing paychecks under a half-dozen names for over two years. You kept men on the payroll who were fired a long time ago. In fact, I strongly suspect you only hired them because they were deadbeats and you knew you could get rid of them. You have the pay records sent to you before they go to Maryland and you've been adding the phony ones for two years, collecting the checks before they went out for disbursement and depositing them in dummy accounts you somehow worked out with Citizens' State Bank in Pine Junction. I don't know about that part of it ... yet ... but I imagine you have an accomplice there. Maybe one of the men in this room. It all adds up to a pretty penny, Jake, over fifty thousand dollars in fact, and it would probably mean about, say ten to twelve years for embezzlement, plus a little for forgery and fraud, and maybe...."
"All right, all right ... but you can't prove it!" His voice was thin all of a sudden and his statement had more of the tone of a question. Could he prove it? Jake seemed to be saying.
"I've got photocopies of everything in your files, Jake, enough to put you away for a long time."
"That's burglary! You've got no right to be nosin' around in my files!"
Leonard pushed a finger against Jake's burly chest. "Call the cops, then."
"You lousy little shrimp, I oughta' break your fuckin' neck!" Jake's thick meaty hands shot out for the young husband's shoulders, but Leonard knocked them away with two quick feints.
"That's another thing they taught me in college, Jake ... boxing. So try that again and one of us will be missing a few teeth.
And if you've got any ideas about killing me and taking the copies, forget it ... there're another two copies already in the mails on their way to the two old friends of the family. And one's an attorney, with instructions to turn it all over to the police if anything happens to me. You see, I wouldn't trust you any further than I could throw you, you lard-ass son of a bitch." Leonard's voice was steady and sure, without the rising pitch of emotion that would have made him less convincing. He had the dead-sure certainty of a self-made man and Jake knew he was licked.
"What'ya want? Money? There's lots of it and there could be a lot more. They're stupid as hell in the home office and we could make this pay really well, you and me."
"I don't want any of your dirty money, Jake. And you'll get all those men off the payroll over the next six weeks, one a week. All I want is what I was sent here for. Experience in management. No more office flunkie business, Jake, we run things by the book now, together!"
"That's all? Nothing more?" Jake was incredulous, too anxious to be relieved.
"That's all. You haven't got a thing I want, Jake, not a thing." He heard a familiar gasping voice from somewhere in the living room, but didn't bother to look. There was plenty of time for mending those fences later, and for the first time in months, he was certain he could handle the job nicely indeed.
"There is one thing, Jake," he said in a whisper, his hand intentionally on his boss's shoulder.
"Sure, name it, it's yours!"
Leonard looked around the darkened room, lewdly rubbing the bulge in his crotch in a manner Jake could not misunderstand. "Where's that sexy blonde wife of yours? I might as well get warmed up if I'm going to enjoy the party!"
Jake glowered at him, his neck flushed with red and his eyeballs bulging until they looked like they would pop from their sockets. He started to speak, but turned to walk away instead. "I'll find her," he mumbled as he walked away. And suddenly he didn't look so big at all to Leonard, and getting smaller all the time!
