The Female Lineman
[aka 'The Femme Lineman']
by Milton Granby


FOREWORD 

Along with the benefits accrued from the Women's Liberation Movement, there 
are a multitude of apparent setbacks in the ongoing relationships between 
previously healthy-minded men and women. In Milton Granby's The Female 
Lineman, for instance, Rusty Brown and her husband Mack, had been doing very 
well together in their first year of marriage until the pretty twenty-one 
year old became involved with the "Lib" movement at her job. Whatever the 
actual feelings are that Rusty has about her involvement with the women's 
faction of the Union, her husband Mack definitely feels the ill effects, and 
little by little their marriage deteriorates over a few short weeks. 

Finally Rusty finds herself involved in an affair with a co-worker, Ronny 
Hodges, a rugged ex-marine who has more modern ideas than Mack. Such an 
affair would previously have been unthinkable to the young blonde former 
telephone operator, but once she succeeds in obtaining the right to work out 
in the field for the company, the opportunity ... and need ... for an 
extra-marital affair arises. 

After the one transgression which she commits in a moment of uncontrollable 
passion, the road to complete dissolution for Rusty is very short. Her 
paunchy foreman has long had his sights set on her, and with the help of an 
older woman who likes promiscuous sex, this man, Bob Cabot, arranges for 
Rusty to be more deeply degraded and humiliated than she would have thought 
possible. 

All these misfortunes befall the young innocent wife largely because of a 
general misunderstanding of what freedom for women really means. If the men 
who work in the field. with blonde Rusty Brown had known a little more about 
the subject, then perhaps some of the degradation reported in author Milton 
Granby's latest novel, The Female Lineman, would never have taken place. 

As it is, we the Publishers can only hope that somewhere, sometime, a reader 
of this insight-packed novel will have a chance to prevent similar 
misunderstandings from changing the lives of other unsuspecting young women. 

-The Publishers Sausalito, California May, 1973 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"Don't you dare try to put me down, Mack!" Rusty Brown shouted at her 
husband. "I don't care what you think! This is a real breakthrough, both for 
me and the other girls." 

"Okay, okay," he said. "Just don't come crying to me when you're ridiculed 
by the roughnecks you'll have to work with." 

"Ohhhhh! You're just like all the others. You think women can't handle the 
same jobs men can. Well, we'll show you!" With that the fair-haired young 
housewife turned her back on her husband and began washing the dinner 
dishes. Just standing there, the attractive blonde was an urgent and 
exciting challenge to any man. 

Rusty Brown had long hair that was the color of brass and swirled around her 
head in a kind of breathless honeycomb hair-do. The young woman's cheeks 
glowed with vitality, and when she smiled they dimpled prettily at the 
corners of her widely sensuous mouth. Long sweeping lashes gave her 
cobalt-blue eyes a deceptively innocent appearance. Deceptive, because when 
she observed her husband's naked maleness, then a frankly predatory gleam 
flooded her eyes like a searchlight beam. At the moment she was wearing an 
ankle length black silk shift that was tightly gathered by a thin silk cord 
just below the breathtaking thrust of her full, ripe breasts. 

She dipped her hands into the sudsy water and began rinsing the glasses one 
by one. And that's another thing, she thought to herself. There's no reason 
why Mack shouldn't do the housework sometimes. Although for the moment her 
husband was thinking like a "male chauvinist pig", Rusty usually felt that 
he was extremely fair about dividing up the things that had to be done. 
Since they both worked during the day, Mack had told her, there was no 
reason why he shouldn't do his part. 

The shapely twenty-one year old blonde was well aware of how lucky she had 
been in getting Mack Brown for a husband. They had been married a year, and 
tonight was the closest they had ever come to having a serious argument. 
Actually, Rusty could understand why Mack was acting a little jealous. After 
all, she was well aware of the special attraction she held for most men, and 
now she was going to be working on Long Island in the field with some of the 
coarsest men employed by the telephone company. It was perfectly normal that 
her husband should be a little concerned for her welfare and self-respect. 

"Nevertheless," Rusty said as she placed the frying pan in the dish drain, 
unaware that her husband had left the room, "it's quite a break for women's 
lib. I've worked hard with the operator's union in order to get the front 
office to make outside jobs available to women. Not all women like desk 
jobs. I've...." She turned around to face her husband and was surprised and 
angry that he had walked out while she was talking to him. Banging the rest 
of the pots and pans noisily into the dish drain, she continued her argument 
silently. 

How could she have known she'd be one of the few chosen for a one-month 
trial period? Sally Jordan, another of the chief negotiators, had been named 
to the installation crew; Lucy Anne Forbes was made a driver of an emergency 
repair unit; and Rusty herself was assigned to the crew stringing new lines 
in Nassau County. The first two positions had been little more than 
concessions by the Union, but the rather conservative membership had 
considered Rusty's appointment a trail-blazing move. 

True, there were some snickers and coarse jokes when the announcement was 
made, but that was nothing. The pretty young wife knew that she could do the 
job, and that was all that mattered. Rusty had kept her young slim shape 
since high school by playing weekends on the company softball team, and 
working out three times a week at the gym. Self-consciously, Rusty flexed 
the muscles in her long, nicely tapered legs, and gripped tighter the 
earthenware casserole she was scrubbing. She enjoyed the supple tautness she 
felt in her upper arms and firmly rounded breasts as she set the casserole 
on the drain board to dry. She would be able to keep up with the best of the 
opposite sex in all but the heaviest work. 

After the dishes were done, Rusty walked into the living room and sat down 
next to her husband who was on the sofa watching television. As usual they 
sat together sharing a bottle of beer and a bag of potato chips while they 
watched their favorite Wednesday night programs. After the eleven o'clock 
news was over, Rusty prepared herself for bed while Mack watched the 
sportscast and weather report. 

The young wife had already showered and was in bed reading her Lineman's 
Manual by the time Mack finally came into the room. The disgruntled young 
husband got in on his side of the bed and rolled onto his side with his back 
to his pretty young wife, totally ignoring the fact that she was under the 
same sheets with him. Rusty reached over to him, placing her hand on his 
arm, and gave him a playful shake. 

"Hi, stranger. How about a little kiss?" Rusty teased him, pressing the soft 
white flesh of her belly against the angry tautness of his buttocks. 

"Sorry, honey. But I'm really bushed tonight," he told her in a cool voice. 
"Hope you don't mind if we don't make love." 

Rusty forced herself to keep her voice calm and light-sounding. "Oh, of 
course not, silly. But you could kiss me good-night so I'll know you're not 
angry with me." 

The young husband turned his head toward his twenty-one year old wife and 
dutifully pecked her on the cheek. "Goodnight. Don't read too late-you've 
got another long day tomorrow," he said, turning his back to her again. 
Within a few minutes Mack was sound asleep and breathing heavily. 

But Rusty was finding it hard to concentrate on the material she was 
supposed to be boning up on for the first training session in the special 
class the next day. Perhaps she was making a mountain out of a molehill, but 
it had already been more than a week since her husband had shown any real 
interest in touching her body, let alone interest in making love to her. And 
before that, they had gone without sex for an even longer period of time. 
Thank God, she didn't have the kind of drive that demanded his attentions 
every night. However, once in awhile the young blonde felt they should be 
able to make each other feel good. The frequency of their lovemaking had 
become less and less until now she really felt the need. 

For the millionth time, Rusty went over their relationship, wondering if her 
active participation in the women's liberation movement and her new position 
at the telephone company had in some way caused her husband to lose not only 
his interest, but his feelings of virility as well. The young blonde knew 
her husband was very sensitive about his sexual prowess. Obviously, Mack was 
beginning to feel threatened by her involvement and therefore was being 
sexually turned off. It was ridiculous! How could fighting for equal job 
opportunity and salary affect her husband personally? 

As far as she was concerned, the two of them had had a good thing going 
since they were married a year ago, and she did not feel that the complaints 
made by many of her co-workers about their husbands were valid in her case. 
On the other hand, there was no way the young wife could ignore the fact 
that since she had become first an unofficial spokesman for the operators 
and then chairman of the committee on new women's jobs, she and Mack had not 
gotten along as well as before. 

Rusty remembered the company psychiatrist, who was sympathetic with the 
cause, telling a group in a seminar that they could expect something like 
this to happen as they gained more and more freedom. Nevertheless, Rusty was 
quite surprised to see it actually happening to her and Mack. Particularly 
since" the young blonde felt her husband had never encroached on her rights 
as a human being at any time during their marriage-at least, never before 
now. Tiue, Rusty had pointed out that she should have as much say-so as he 
about when and how they would make love to each other, taking away his 
prerogative as a man to seduce his wife at will, but she didn't see how that 
could hurt him. If anything, it should make him feel better, because she 
could sometimes play the seductress, thereby further enhancing the sexual 
act for both of them. 

Closing the manual she had been studying when Mack had finally come to bed, 
Rusty set it on the night stand and then switched off the light. As the 
alluring young wife lay in the darkness next to her husband's strong 
muscular body, feelings of erotic desire began flooding through her 
love-starved body. To fondle the warm thickness of Mack's soft genitals 
while he slept, arousing him to the point of making love to her, became the 
bewildered blonde's consuming wish. Wild little fires of warmth began to 
dance around in her loins when she rolled over onto her side and boldly 
reached her hand over his upthrust hip and down inside the open fly of her 
husband's cotton pajamas. 

Mack's dormant penis lay curled up between his legs like that of a young 
boy's. But soon the curvaceous blonde knew it wouldn't take her long to 
tease his yielding softness into rigid attention. As she began lightly 
running the tips of her fingers over his tender, smooth-skinned testicles. 
Mack moaned softly in his sleep and unconsciously his balls pressed closer 
into her probing fingers as she felt his warm flaccid penis slowly 
stiffening against the skin of her forearm, the tingling sensation down in 
Rusty's loins began to rise to an even stronger pulsing pitch. She was 
enjoying the drowsy response of her husband as she brought his fleshy shaft 
up to a rigidity that he was as yet unaware of consciously. Clasping the 
throbbing thickness in her fingers, the young blonde began gently stroking 
up and down the length of his lengthening penis, first slipping the loose 
outer skin up over the turgid tip-end of his cock, then pulling it back down 
again until the foreskin was tautly stretched over the semi-hard shaft. On 
the tip of her thumb, Rusty could feel tiny drops of seminal fluid seeping 
from the slit at the end of his pulsating rod of flesh, and she sighed 
softly in anticipation of the pleasurable feeling his hardness would bring 
up inside her hungry quivering vagina. Pressing the fingers of her left hand 
tightly between the softness of her own thighs, the blonde wife began 
stroking her middle finger around the moistening lips of her cuntal mouth in 
preparation for his entry. 

Now her breath was coming in deeper, faster lungfuls as Rusty leaned over 
close to her sleeping husband's face and extended her tongue, running it 
lightly and wetly around the edges of his ear. Slowly the sleeping husband 
began to stir from the erotic feeling the warm wetness gave him and then, as 
she thrust the full length of her moist tongue deep into the sensitive 
opening of his ear, Mack was suddenly wide awake. 

Bolting upright in the bed, Mack pushed his wife's hand away from his now 
fully erect penis, looking irate as he scowled and hissed out his words. 

"For Christ's sake, Rusty!" he snarled indignantly. "What are you? Some kind 
of nympho? I told you I was too tired. Now why in hell's name don't you keep 
your hands to yourself and go to sleep?" 

Throwing himself back down on the bed, the young husband rolled over onto 
his stomach with a sigh of disgust and pretended to be sleeping. Mack could 
hear his wife's quiet sobbing as she lay beside him and he knew that he had 
hurt her feelings, but he didn't care. Let the little bitch suffer for 
awhile. Although he had never said so, all along he had thought she was 
getting a little too independent since she'd become involved with that bunch 
of lesbians down at the telephone company. Of course, they would all deny 
that they were lesbians, but look at the way they stuck together and backed 
each other in their complaints about the way men treated them. Something had 
to be wrong with them. Anyway, he had just about lost patience with the 
whole thing, especially since it meant his own wife had to be out several 
evenings a week when she should be home taking care of his needs. 

As Mack Brown saw it, women who became that free were in danger of losing 
all the respect they felt was their due. Neglect your husband, and your 
husband will begin to neglect you that was the way he had begun to look at 
it. Mack had thought that Rusty would have noticed by now that he was not 
taking very well her involvement in this women's lib thing and that the 
entire time he had only been humoring her. Now he felt it was time to start 
taking retaliatory actions. And what better way than to take the same tack 
traditionally used by women-deny your mate sexual satisfaction. Of course, 
that meant he had to look elsewhere to satisfy his own needs, but that was 
no problem. 

Another week or so of his starvation routine, and Rusty would come to her 
senses and give up this crazy idea she had of being a telephone linesman. If 
it became necessary he would sleep on the sofa and masturbate in the 
bathroom rather than give in to his wife's sexual needs. Hell, for that 
matter, it was the easiest thing in the world to find another woman these 
days, with the way they were acting so free. Up to this point he had 
remained faithful to his wife since they had been married, but the 
incidental things Rusty had been doing to annoy him for the past few weeks 
now made it possible for him to envision himself playing around with another 
woman. 

Take the housework, for example, he went on thinking. When they were first 
married, Rusty had insisted that she didn't want to stay home and be a 
housekeeper. Not only had the pretty young bride convinced him that they 
could use the extra money she would bring in by keeping her job at the 
telephone company, but she also told him she could take care of the 
household duties in much less time than most women needed. For awhile it was 
true, however, for the past month or so, Rusty had begun to expect him to 
help her with the housework, and jobs he had previously done out of the 
goodness of his heart had suddenly become his assigned chores. Dammit, he 
didn't like doing housework and he didn't like being coerced into having to 
do it. Lately, Mack had begun to balk a little, telling Rusty he couldn't go 
on putting in nine or ten hours at the office-where he, incidentally, made 
three times as much money as she could ever hope to make-and still do half 
her housework. 

That phrase, "her housework", really ticked Rusty off when she heard Mack 
using it. Rusty had shouted at him for the first time since they had met, 
saying that there was nothing in the marriage contract that stated she had 
to do all the household duties. And even if there were such a provision, she 
had gone on to say, the whole marriage deal was something thought up by men 
in the first place to get free slaves to care for them, and she would be 
damned if she would live by the standards of a society based on male 
chauvinism. Rusty had changed quite a bit from the rather shy, innocent 
creature he had married such a short time ago. 

Apparently, Rusty didn't even know how serious all this had become, Mack was 
thinking as he felt himself finally relaxing again. Well, maybe after a few 
more little scenes like tonight, it would begin to sink in to her little 
blonde skull. If she went on, endangering a marriage that held more promise 
than most, then he would come right out and demand what he thought she 
should do if she wanted to remain his wife. If not, then to hell with her, 
he thought bitterly. I'll find another woman. He smiled wryly to himself as 
he finally felt sleep spreading through his limbs again. 

Rusty had been so shocked by her husband's unexpected hostile response that 
she had been left speechless. Then, as she saw that Mack seemed to be 
slipping back into a deep sleep, she felt the hot tears of frustration 
welling up in her eyes once more. It seemed to her that unless something 
drastic happened very soon their brief marriage was headed for certain 
collapse. While it was true that she had on occasion rebuffed him when she 
was not in the mood for making love, she had always tried to be as 
understanding as possible so as not to hurt his feelings. She felt still a 
deep satisfying love for her husband, further enhanced by their increasing 
intimate knowledge of how to please each other in bed. There was no way in 
the world for her to envision ever wanting to run out on Mack, and yet-yet 
he was driving her mad with his curtness and sarcasm. 

Once she had stopped crying the young blonde gradually edged her warm body 
away from Mack so she would not awaken him and then have to bear the brunt 
of another verbal assault. Rusty lay on her back on the far side of the bed, 
her hand still cupping the soft wet mound of her pubic hair, her extended 
middle finger lying full length over the momentarily dwindled clitoris 
nestled in the moist flesh between her thighs. Little by little she 
concentrated on the sensations once more building up in her quivering little 
pussy, slowly massaging her finger back and forth sideways over the swelling 
little button of flesh. 

When her vaginal secretions were again freely seeping out of the softly 
fleshed mound of her cunt, the young wife began slipping her finger wetly in 
and out of the tightly clasping little opening, her buttocks automatically 
beginning to grind lewdly down into the firm mattress beneath. Soon the 
aroused blonde was biting her lower lip to keep from moaning out loud at the 
flaring heat spreading throughout her loins, pumping her finger wildly into 
the welcoming wetness of her hotly flowering pussy, searching with her 
fingertip for ever errant wave of pleasure now coursing through her veins. 

Rusty's other hand till now had lain dormant beside her hip on the bed, but 
now, as though having a life of its own, she felt it move up along her hip 
and over her quivering belly to the rising and falling firmness of her ripe 
young breasts. Lewdly, her thumb and forefinger began pinching at the taut 
pink buds of her swelling nipples. 

"Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh," she breathed in hoarse whispers beside her sleeping 
husband, not caring whether he woke to find her so obscenely finger-fucking 
herself or not. Her mind was blazing from the effects of her auto erotic 
display, and the thought of his discovering her performing the lewd, 
forbidden act drove her to further frenzied twisting and squirming on her 
own impaling middle finger. 

Suddenly she wished that he would awaken and see her in the dim light coming 
from the hall nightlite, then become excited enough himself to masturbate 
while she watched ... or ... or else, fuck her! Picturing his hand grasping 
the long thickness of his fleshy rod, Rusty suddenly felt her inner thighs 
begin to tremble in anticipation of her fast-approaching climax. The intense 
feeling spread like wildfire throughout her jerking loins, her softly 
rounded buttocks spasming wildly against the springiness of the mattress 
beneath. The lovely young blonde's breathing became a reedy flutter in her 
throat, and then the cuntal fluids doubled their flowing warmth, soaking her 
middle finger buried up to the knuckles in her hot writhing pussy to run 
stickily out over her hand and down the narrow crevice of her ass-cheeks to 
dampen the sheet beneath her. 

Her back arched high up from the bed at the peak of the sensuous explosion 
in her throbbing hot cunt while her left hand kneaded crazily at the soft 
resilience of her young breasts, and then it was over. She hung arched above 
the mattress like a human suspension bridge for a long trembling moment 
before her body collapsed like a limp rag doll back down onto the bed. 

Poor Mack, the blue-eyed wife thought with bitter humor when she had 
regained her composure a little. He missed out on a good one that time. 

Before she could even begin to think about being guilty of some kind of 
perversion or shameless act, the satiated young blonde was sound asleep 
beside her husband, her right hand still innocently cupping the warmly 
palpitating mound up between her parted thighs. Later the young wife dreamed 
she was a sensuous dancing girl in a desert sheik's harem, surrounded by 
castrated males, and a sheik who never asked her to come to him in the 
night. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

During the next two weeks, Rusty did not have much time to think about her 
problems with her husband Mack. In addition to the eight hours of practical 
training in the workshop area of the central telephone office of Wiltagh 
Village, the ambitious, young wife had all the technical manuals to master 
before a final examination that would qualify her to work in the field. It 
was a lot of work, but she enjoyed working with her hands for a change, and 
none of the procedures was more challenging than she could handle. 

The class of twelve-four women and eight men-had spent so much time together 
that it was only natural that they had become acquainted with each other. A 
core group of five classmates had begun having lunch together at times, and, 
often, after the time-cards were punched, they stopped in at a nearby bar 
for a drink before going to their respective homes. 

On the last day of the training period, Rusty joined the others in a ritual 
drinking bout at the local bar, the traditional spot where the trainees 
celebrated making it through the rigorous program. The following Monday, 
they would be separated into the various working crews for the initial 
in-the-field training period. As was the custom, the foremen who would be 
the classmates' superiors attended the get-together. It was already known 
which crews they would be working with, and Rusty was waiting to meet her 
foreman, Bob Cabot. She was sitting with Ronny Hodges, with whom she had 
become friendly in the course of the two week period. 

"You heard anything about Bob Cabot, Rusty?" Ronny Hodges asked her when the 
initial excitement of the cocktail hour had passed. The handsome virile 
young man looked at the curvaceous blonde with the look of a man who knows 
how to handle women. He was perhaps an inch over six feet tall, with a wiry 
frame still in shape from his recent hitch with the marines. His hair was a 
mixture of blonde and light brown, and his sun-tanned complexion was a 
startling contrast to the penetrating steel blue color of his eyes. Rusty 
was not one to admit it, but she enjoyed the young trainee's company, and 
her spirits unconsciously rose every time Ronny came into her presence. She 
was a little sorry that he'd been assigned to a different crew, but, after 
thinking it over, the young blonde wife decided it was better that she not 
see too much of her handsome co-worker. Since she and her husband Mack were 
slightly at odds with each other, this strong muscular lineman with the 
penetrating gaze had begun to occupy more and more of Rusty's thoughts. This 
way, they would probably only see each other every two weeks when they 
picked up their checks. 

"Nobody seems to like him much as a person," Rusty replied in answer to 
Ronny's question. "But they say that he's a good man to work for. He knows 
his job and lets you be if you do yours. How about your boss?" 

"Jerry Green? Oh, I've heard various stories. But I'll wait and see him in 
action before I make up my mind. All I'm interested in right now is doing my 
job." The handsome young veteran met Rusty's liquid blue eyes with a 
determined look, then, in a deep masculine voice he added, "I expect to be a 
foreman myself as soon as possible." 

"You'll make it, Ronny. Anybody can see you're a good man," Rusty answered 
in a deep soft voice, almost blushing at the way they were looking at each 
other. Neither of them wanted to reveal in words the attraction they each 
were feeling for the other, but it was all there in their eyes. "Of course, 
you'll be competing with me. There's no reason why I couldn't be a foreman, 
too, once I've learned the job." Rusty watched Ronny's face for a sign of 
ridicule, but, if he felt any impulse to make fun of her, he was hiding it 
very well. Instead, he lifted his glass in a toast. 

"May the best man win," he said with a lighthearted smile. 

While they were waiting for another round of beers to be brought over, a 
stubby middle-aged man sauntered over to their table. His deep-set eyes were 
heavily lidded, and he had full, sensuous lips fixed by habit into a 
derisive smile. 

"You Hodges?" the man asked bluntly, flicking his eyes once over the rounded 
contours of Rusty's amply filled blue sweater before looking at Ronny. 

"That's right," Ronny answered affably, wondering who in hell this officious 
older man could be. 

"I'm Cabot. Bob Cabot. You've been shifted from Green's crew to mine." Cabot 
put out his hand and gripped Ronny's in a firm handshake. Then he turned his 
gaze back to Rusty and met her appraising glance with a lecherous glint in 
his dark brown eyes. "Rusty Brown, right? When I saw your name on my list, I 
thought you were a man, but now I can see you're very much a woman. Pleased 
to meet you." 

The foreman's eyes lingered at Rusty's full red sensuous lips before 
dropping lower to her voluptuously thrusting breasts. The young blonde felt 
worse than naked under the foreman's insulting gaze and immediately felt 
antagonistic toward him. He was obviously a coarse man who didn't like the 
idea of having a young woman on his crew, but he wouldn't dare to admit it 
for fear of complaints from the ladies faction of the union. 

"How do you do," Mr. Cabot?" Rusty said, forcing her voice to be as pleasant 
but formal as possible. If she were going to be working with this man for 
the next trial month, she would have to get along with him, and she would do 
her best. 

"Everyone I can," the burly foreman wisecracked. Then, slumping into the 
chair next to Rusty without an invitation, he waved for a drink. "What I'm 
waiting to see is how you do after a couple of days climbing up to the 
crosstrees." 

It took a lot of willpower, but Rusty kept from answering him in an angry 
voice. Instead, she looked him straight in the eyes and said, "If you can 
still make it, I think I can." 

"What? Why you...." He stopped, his lips already forming the "b" of the next 
word he was about to say. Barely catching himself in time, Cabot merely 
smiled knowingly and nodded his head several times as if to say, "You'll get 
yours later, baby." 

When the waiter arrived with his double whiskey, Cabot lewdly announced in a 
loud coarse voice, "Here's to ladies who like to climb long hard poles." 
Then he emptied the glass in one gulp, replaced it on the tray, and 
immediately ordered another. 

The three of them sat drinking in silence for a long time, thinking their 
own thoughts and pretending to watch the activity in the room. Bob Cabot 
felt his stomach muscles tighten as he thought about the snippy little bitch 
coming back at him like that. He would have to watch his tongue, however. 
Already the union had been giving him hell about the rough way he had been 
treating his crew, and, now, with the new policy about women's rights, he 
would have to be even more careful. Judging from some of the rumors that got 
back to him, the middle-aged foreman had sensed that someone in the office 
was out to get his ass fired. That would be a blow, all right. To lose his 
job only four years before his retirement fund was paid up. It would be just 
like those administrative bastards to find a reason to get rid of me after 
almost twenty years with the company, he thought. However, as he understood 
it, they couldn't cut him off completely-the union had done some good things 
for him-but he could lose almost half of his pension money if he didn't 
finish his full twenty years. 

Ignoring the tension in his stomach which he had begun to think was an 
ulcer, he turned to the young man sitting beside Rusty Brown. 

"You ever run a four-wheel-drive truck? Ton and a half?" he asked in a false 
friendly voice. He hadn't decided yet if there was any hanky-panky going on 
between his two new crew members, but, if he was any judge, he'd say they 
were a little sweet on each other, whether they knew it or not. 

"Yeah, I was in charge of the motor pool at Benning," Ronny Hodges answered 
in a matter-of-fact tone. "Guess I drove about everything on wheels down 
there. Why? You need a driver?" 

"Maybe. My regular man has been out for three days with the flu, and all the 
other guys seem to think that a double clutch has something to do with 
making love." The burly foreman chuckled without humor, the sound coming 
from deep in his throat and out between lips that slightly turned up at the 
corners of his mouth. 

Dutifully, Rusty Brown tossed her head back and tried to laugh at the 
attempted joke. She reasoned that, if she were going to go through with what 
used to be strictly a man's job, she would have to learn to mix well with 
her male co-workers. But she had taken an immediate dislike to her new boss, 
and nothing he could do would be able to change the rather low opinion she 
had of him as a man. . 

It was obvious to Ronny Hodges what was going on in his pretty friend's 
mind. He could see her blue eyes calculating how she should treat this Bob 
Cabot, and he knew she was smart enough to work it all out. Still, Ronny 
couldn't help feeling a little sorry for the lovely young girl and for the 
ordeal she would have to go through before she was accepted by the other 
crewmen. Sure, he had thought it a little strange at first that a woman 
should want to do a man's work, but, as he had gotten to know her and talk 
with her about it, he had begun to understand. There was no reason why she 
or anybody else should be cooped up in an office all the time if they didn't 
enjoy it. 

It was all the young crewman could do to keep from telling Bob Cabot to get 
lost, particularly since he kept making insinuating remarks and crude jokes 
at the young blonde's expense. Also, there was no way to avoid noticing that 
the older man enjoyed running his eyes lustfully over the twenty-one year 
old girl's lust-inciting curves. Not that you could blame him. Ronny had 
never known a woman who attracted him as much as Rusty did, and the fact 
that they could talk so easily together made her even more interesting. 

Although Rusty had never really come out and said so, Ronny gathered that 
the captivating young housewife and her husband-what was his name?-Mack, 
that was it-she and Mack were having problems, even though their marriage 
was only a little over a year old. Ronny suspected it had something to do 
with this fern lib thing, and he had often wanted to ask Rusty about it, but 
he respected her too much to bring it up first. Sex had to be involved, 
too-it never seemed to be far behind in matters of woman's lib. Anyway, 
Ronny wouldn't be adverse to satisfying any needs the young blonde's husband 
was leaving unsatisfied. 

When Bob Cabot finally left their table to greet a fellow foreman who had 
just come into the bar, Ronny and Rusty both gave a sigh of relief, looked 
at each other, and broke out laughing. 

"I see you don't like him any more than I do," Rusty said. 

"He's all right. He's just not used to treating women as equals. His type 
uses women; they can't befriend them. But you're right. He's still an 
obnoxious s.o.b." 

"I can't imagine a woman letting him touch her," Rusty wondered with a tone 
of disgust in her voice. "Do you suppose he's married?" 

"Probably his wife is married, but he's not," Ronny suggested sarcastically, 
and again they laughed together, eyes locked in mutual appreciation. Neither 
of them spoke of the gladness they felt at the chances they would have to 
see each other, now that they would be on the same Field crew. It was a real 
stroke of good luck, and it wasn't a good idea to tempt fate by talking 
about such things when you didn't have to. 

It was six o'clock when Rusty looked at her watch. The lovely young wife got 
up from the table. 

"Time to get home and wait on my lord and master," she said, only half 
joking. As Rusty bent down to pick up her things, her young fellow lineman 
ran his eyes over her curvaceous body, lingering on the softly rounded 
contours of her nicely shaped buttocks encased in her tight short skirt. 

As he helped her slip into her coat, the handsome ex-Marine leaned forward, 
his face close to the clean sweet fragrance of her long honey-colored hair, 
teasingly blowing into her right ear. 

Longing to press his lips to her neck, he huskily asked, "Does Mack really 
give you a hard time?" There was an obvious touch of desire in his voice. It 
was hard for him to see at that moment how any man could treat this lovely, 
unconsciously seductive blonde with anything but tenderness. He himself 
would be anything she wanted him to be if she would only say the word. 

For a brief moment, Rusty let her head lean back against his chest, not 
wanting to pull away from him immediately, as she knew she should. 

"N-no Ronny," she answered hesitantly, with a slight quaver in her voice. 
Her knees felt a little weak, probably from the beer, she thought. "He just 
doesn't understand me, that's all. I get the feeling he thinks I'm attacking 
his masculinity by taking this job." Her tone made it clear that she was 
hurt and bewildered by her husband's attitude. Abruptly, she turned and 
faced Ronny Hodges, her long champagne colored hair falling back from her 
shoulders as she craned her neck back to look up at her co-worker. "But why 
would I do that? Any woman who wants to do that to a man is crazy," she 
added. 

When it finally dawned on Rusty that, in effect, she was saying she liked a 
man to be virile, she blushed and smiled up into Ronny's admiring face. 
Then, fighting down the impulse to give him her lips, the young wife swung 
around in a graceful pirouette and walked toward the door. "Enough therapy 
for one day," she called playfully from over her shoulder. Then she was 
gone. 

Ronny had felt the impulse she'd had to kiss him, and, as he watched her 
beautiful shapely form thread through the crowded bar, he felt a flood of 
warmth down in his loins that he recognized only too well-he would have to 
make love to her, and as soon as possible. She was right on the verge of 
getting into an affair and, with a little push, would give in. Wild pictures 
of the young honey colored blonde lying naked beneath him ran through his 
mind as he moved toward another girl he had gotten to know in the recent 
weeks. She couldn't hold a candle to Rusty Brown, but Ronny never liked to 
be without female companionship, even if he had no romantic intentions. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The little romance budding between Rusty Brown and Ronny Hodges had not been 
missed by their foreman, Bob Cabot. In the bar, he happened to be .watching 
them as they were saying good-bye, and it had pissed him off that the snooty 
little blonde was responding to Ronny, after she had treated him with such 
obvious disdain. Already thinking of how he could maneuver himself into 
getting a little piece of the attractive woman's lib blonde, Cabot watched 
Ronny move in on another young girl even before Rusty was out the door. It 
was obvious his new driver was a big operator with the women, and Cabot 
would see to it that Ronny had a chance to get at Rusty. It was always 
easier to get in for seconds than to be the one to cut the ice. Cabot had no 
pride in such matters, and he certainly would have no compunctions about 
knocking Ronny Hodges out of the saddle as soon as he was sure he would get 
a free ride. 

Now, on Monday morning, Cabot was staring through the windshield with 
hung-over bloodshot eyes, only half-listening to the loud voices of his crew 
coming from the back of the cab truck. Driving beside him was Ronny Hodges, 
who was proving to be an able man with the awkward stiffly sprung vehicle. 
With casual ease, the young man manipulated the wheel, twisting and turning 
with the narrow dirt road taking them into the low hills on the north shore 
of the island. Cabot knew from personal experience that making the sharp 
switchbacks took strong arms and a powerful back, but Ronny made no sign 
that he was putting forth any effort at all. 

"The next cut-off to the right," Bob Cabot told him in a gruff voice. Never 
in a good mood until after the two or three beers he would take with his 
lunch, the foreman was in a worse state than usual this morning. He had 
argued almost all night with his bitching wife about the two days and nights 
he had stayed at a poker party over the weekend. Sooner or later he was 
going to have to slap Mildred around a little bit. He had lots of better 
things to. do than fight with a forty-three year old wife who was letting 
herself fall apart. Like that redheaded widow who kept hanging around 
Saturday night, Cabot thought with a glint in his eye, and, licking his 
lips, he thought of socking it to her when they got together the following 
weekend. 

At that moment, they rounded the last bend to where the dirt road ended, and 
the truck came to an abrupt stop. Ronny had been totally unprepared, as was 
the crew. Rusty Brown's high-pitched squeal of surprise rose above the 
grumbling complaints of the men. They were falling all over each other. 

"Watch your language, boys. Don't forget we've got a lady in the crowd," 
Cabot growled over his shoulder as he elbowed his door open, his voice lost 
in the general laughter. It was clear the other guys were having no trouble 
getting along with the new addition to the crew; in fact, they seemed to be 
enjoying themselves immensely. Remembering the curt manner with which Rusty 
had treated him three days ago, Cabot felt his supposed ulcer burning in his 
stomach. In his opinion, girls wouldn't work out in the field because they 
wouldn't be able to mix it up with the rough men, but this little blonde 
seemed to be shooting his theory all to hell. 

"Okay Hodges, Brown. Pile out. Gus, give them walkie-talkies. Hodges, grab 
that carton of insulators. You and Brown try your hand at outfitting the 
posts," Bob Cabot ordered them like a boot camp sergeant. "Don't forget your 
climbers and tools. If I'm not back by lunch-time, don't take over thirty 
minutes." 

When Ronny Hodges and Rusty were stacking up all the equipment they would 
need, Ronny glanced apprehensively at the sky. Dark clouds were moving low 
and fast overhead, flying in from the Sound. "You'll be back for us if the 
storm hits?" he asked. 

"Yeah. As soon as I can. But over that rise is a house you can use for 
shelter. The lines are passing over an abandoned estate at this point, and 
nobody lives in any of the buildings. Anyway, you have the walkie-talkie and 
you can contact me if anything comes up. See you later." 

With that, Bob Cabot threw away the cigar he had been smoking on and off 
since morning and swung himself into the cab. With a little difficulty, 
Cabot managed to turn the truck around and took off. Rusty and Ronny were 
left alone in the damp woods where the only sounds were those of the birds 
and the light breeze rustling through the yellow and brown leaves of the 
autumn countryside. They studiously avoided looking at each other, almost as 
if afraid to trust themselves alone like this. 

"Well, we might as well get to it," Ronny finally said. "I'm just as much on 
trial as you are. We want to have a decent amount of work done by the time 
Angelpuss comes back to check. He'd like nothing better than to have 
something to bitch about." 

The two new crew members worked hard until ten-thirty, mounting the "glass 
birds" to which the telephones lines would be fastened when the stringing 
crew reached them. It was the simplest procedure of the whole intensive 
course they had taken, and they joked back and forth about wasted training. 
The most difficult part was climbing the poles using the metal points 
strapped to their feet. By the time they met each other under a tree for 
their morning break and a second breakfast, they were sweating, even though 
it was a chilly fall day. 

"Hi, cowgirl," Ronny teased, pointing to the spur-like climbers around 
Rusty's ankles. "Didn't you forget your horse?" They both laughed. 

The handsome young couple had finished off their sandwiches and drunk most 
of the thermos of hot coffee when all of a sudden the wind whipped up from 
out of nowhere and a cold heavy rain began to fall. 

"Come on," Rusty shrieked, "let's run for cover. That old house is only over 
the next rise." 

The metal climbers, jangling like bells; slowed them down. By the time they 
had entered the old house, they were drenched. Their blond hair and the 
company uniforms were sopping wet, clinging tightly to their youthful 
bodies. 

"Baby, this is some storm," the tall lineman observed from the window of the 
ramshackle house. "If the roads get muddied up, Cabot won't reach us till 
who knows when." 

"Maybe it'll blow over as fast as it started," Rusty replied, surprised at 
the insane little flutter she felt inside when he called her "baby." 

Since the pair had first met two weeks ago, though they never acknowledged 
it, they had been waiting for an opportunity like this. Now, at last, 
unexpectedly, they were alone and as free as they had been in their dreams 
about each other. Lightning flashed over the countryside, illuminating the 
interior of the old house made dark by the thick clouds covering the earth. 
Ronny and Rusty stood at the window together for what seemed a long time, 
pretending to watch the sheets of water rushing over the broad meadow 
outside the house. 

Their minds, however, were on other more exciting pleasures. Wondering if he 
could safely get something started with the provocative young blonde, the 
anxious young ex-marine turned finally from the window and walked into the 
dark recesses of the room. In one of the corners he saw a fireplace. There 
were enough weathered planks, newspapers, and pieces of broken furniture 
lying around to build a fire. 

"We'll have Cinderella warming herself in front of a fire before you can say 
'slipper'...." he said heartily, lighting a piece of paper and laying thin 
strips of wood over the flame. 

"Brrr! At the moment I feel more like one of the ugly stepsisters," Rusty 
coyly replied, striding across the room to join her male companion, her 
provocative hips swaying back and forth beneath the clinging wet trousers. 

Oh baby, Ronny thought to himself as he watched her secretly, if you can 
swing like that, neither of us is going to be disappointed. The devastating 
young blonde settled down next to him on the floor and began drying her long 
flowing blonde hair in front of the steadily growing flame. Ronny glanced 
hungrily at the round shapes of her ass-cheeks clearly out-lined under her 
tight trousers, thinking that he would like nothing better than to fuck her 
right then and there. But experience had told him to play it cool. First he 
would get her in the mood. If he could only get her to take her clothes off 
today.... 

"Listen, unless we both want to catch pneumonia, we'd better strip down and 
dry our clothes," he suggested casually. 

Rusty jerked her head around and looked apprehensively into his calm, 
noncommittal gaze. "Uh no, Ronny," she declined hesitantly her face flushed 
pink with embarrassment and simultaneous excitement at the thought of seeing 
her handsome co-worker almost naked. Although the sex-hungry wife couldn't 
have admitted it, even to herself, she would have liked nothing better than 
to have the virile man's penis far up inside her slightly tingling vagina. 
Part of her reluctance was based on the fact that she had worked long and 
hard to gain respect as a person, and to react now to him as a man could 
possibly cause her to lose what she and the other women were trying so much 
to get. I'll play along with Ronny this way, I'll just end up making a fool 
of myself, she thought. Uncontrollably, however, her mind kept returning to 
thoughts of sex. 

"Look Rusty, if you're afraid I'll try something, relax. You couldn't be 
safer. Rape of unwilling women just isn't my bag." His face showed a slight 
annoyance with her. "But," he went on in a humoring tone, "if it'll make you 
feel better, I'll improvise a curtain." 

Scrambling to his feet, the cool bachelor took two broken chairs and placed 
them near Rusty's side of the fireplace. She watched with interest as he 
took some wire from his tool box and strung it between the chairs, making a 
low-slung clothesline. 

"Now," he said confidently, "we hang a few newspapers and-presto! Our shy 
princess is safely hidden from the villain's wicked eyes." 

He threw more wood on the fire and ducked down behind the curtain, both of 
them laughing at his words. The broad shouldered ex-marine had successfully 
made the blonde wife's objections so ridiculous that now she felt more 
foolish staying in her cold wet clothes than she felt afraid to remove them. 
On his side of the curtain, Ronny quickly stepped down, draping his clothes 
piece by piece over the improvised barrier to dry. 

In spite of the young woman's pretended lack of interest, when she saw first 
his shirt, then his trousers, his undershirt, and finally his shorts as well 
take their place on the makeshift clothesline, she began to feel little 
flickering flames of desire stirring again down in her too-long neglected 
loins. She mentally pictured the deeply tanned muscular body of her 
colleague sitting stark naked on the other side of the curtain and became 
even more aroused. 

It had been a long time since she had actually made love to her husband 
Mack. She had finger-fucked herself out of necessity from time to time, but 
that was not enough to quell the desperate longing that built up continually 
inside her young belly. 

Staying as close to the curtain as she could to avoid the possibility of 
Ronny's sneaking a glance as she disrobed, Rusty stripped down to her 
lace-covered brassiere and white bikini panties. After all, she thought, if 
we were to go swimming, I wouldn't have even this much on, though she had to 
admit there was a difference. At first her bare cream-white skin felt clammy 
and cold, but soon the heat from the blazing fire made her alluring young 
body feel as warm as toast. When she turned to expose her back to the fire, 
the young wife caught sight of Ronny's naked legs as far up as the beginning 
thickening of his muscular thighs. Another slight movement would allow her 
to see his naked loins, but the curious young blonde fought down the impulse 
to look. She held off for a long moment, then finally she leaned back just 
enough to catch a glimpse of what she both dreaded and yet longed to see. 

Ronny was masturbating! 

The blonde's blue eyes opened wide with excitement as she watched his fist 
slipping smoothly up and down his fully erect thick penis, stretching the 
heavy foreskin on the downstroke and on the upstroke covering the turgid 
broad-tipped end. Glistening in the firelight were tiny drops of clear 
seminal fluid seeping out from the narrow slit at the end of his glans. 

As she watched, spellbound, Rusty's right hand began slipping unconsciously 
down over her taut firm belly, under the elastic waistband of her nylon 
bikini panties and on down into the softly palpitating furrow of desire 
throbbing up between her legs. It was all the young girl could do to keep 
from moaning out loud at the first lewd contact of her extended middle 
finger with the tiny quivering nerve-center of her clitoris. 

Her eyes glazed slightly from the pleasurable feelings spreading down into 
her trembling thighs, Rusty became mesmerized by the sight of the huge thick 
shaft of flesh held in her companion's right hand. Over the soft hiss of 
burning wood, the excited blonde thought she could hear his breathing grow 
heavier as his hand began moving faster and faster up and down on his 
pulsing expanding cock. 

"Rusty ... ?" he said suddenly in a deep husky voice, an urgent question 
suspended on that one word. 

The starved wife sensed he wanted to ask her to make love to him. But that 
possibility was as far from her mind as ever. Her face flushed darker with 
her excitement, as her middle finger continued fucking obscenely up into her 
hot little pussy flesh in a slow steady rhythm of need. Oh, if only she were 
like some of the women she knew, and could have the recklessness to just let 
him do it to her. After a moment, she answered. 

"Yes Ronny. What were you going to say?" 

"I-uh-How do you and Mack get along after being married more than a year?" 
It was obvious that he wanted to ask something more specific, but did not 
yet have the nerve. 

Although the blonde wife had never openly discussed with Ronny her problems 
with her husband, Rusty felt that he already knew and understood how things 
were between them. 

"Well, you know. You kind of start taking each other for granted after 
awhile. I suppose ours is as good as anyone's marriage. If only...." her 
voice trailed off. They were both trying to speak as though nothing were 
happening, even though they were frantically masturbating themselves into a 
wild frenzy of desire. 

"If-only-what?" Ronny asked, his deep masculine voice panting audibly with 
lust. 

"If only," Rusty breathed heavily as she continued stroking her clitoris 
until her cunt felt like a vessel of white-hot desire. She was trying to 
think of a way to answer him truthfully without sounding like a slut. "Well, 
if only Mack would pay more attention to me sometimes." 

The excited blonde saw his hand begin jerking a little faster on his thickly 
bulging shaft as though her words had increased his lust by twice as much. 

"You-mean-he doesn't make love to you very often?" the masturbating 
ex-marine inquired, becoming bolder as his excitement grew. 

Rusty hesitated a long time before replying. 

"Y-yes, at least, not recently," she said hesitantly. "We used to get along 
just fine that way, but, since I've become active in the women's faction of 
the union, he has been acting very strange. Sometimes he doesn't even want 
to talk to me." 

"Baby," Ronny suddenly blurted out. "Let me come over and make you feel 
good. You know how much I like you." 

"No!" Rusty hastily responded. "Definitely not!" Her reply was a little too 
quick, almost frightened sounding, as it came from the nearly naked young 
wife. "I-I'm sorry, Ronny. I'm just not that kind of girl. I really like 
you, but...." 

Impatiently, Ronny sat forward, gathering his thoughts for a more persuasive 
approach, and then he caught sight of Rusty's eyes locked on his hand 
jerking his cock up and down. At first he couldn't believe it, but he caught 
her eye a split second later, and then there was no room for doubt in his 
mind that the captivating blonde was doing more on her side of the partition 
than drying her clothes! Suddenly angered by her deceptiveness, he stood up, 
just in time to catch sight of her hand as she pulled it free from the tight 
waistband of her white bikini panties. 

The young linesman turned his mouth up in a lewd knowing grin. 

"Why you phony little bitch," he whispered in a hoarse voice as he kicked 
down the barrier and lunged for the startled blonde. The irate would-be 
lover suddenly saw how it would be possible to become a rapist as he pulled 
her to her feet and tightly locked his strong muscular arms around her 
trembling shoulders. 

"No-no, Ronny! We-I can't! It's not right!" Rusty objected loudly as she 
felt his strong hands begin wandering freely over her exposed milk-white 
flesh. Then his mouth came forcefully down over hers in a wet, hot kiss that 
sent shivers of desire coursing through the hungry young wife's body. When 
his moist rigid tongue began thrusting insistently into her warm wet mouth, 
snaking around her tongue in an irresistibly sensuous motion, Rusty groaned 
deep in her throat and found herself responding. She began to lash her 
tongue back into her co-worker's open mouth, at the same time pressing her 
hotly aching loins tight against his lust-thickened shaft of male flesh. She 
could feel his excited hard cock throbbing against the sensitive naked skin 
of her stomach above her flimsy nylon panties, causing her to grind her 
desire-filled pelvis hard up against him. 

The young wife's eager reaction was all Ronny needed. As they continued 
kissing with their mouths locked wetly together, the handsome seducer 
reached around behind her and unclasped the taut strap of her ripely filled 
brassiere. It dangled loosely against his chest for a moment, and then he 
slipped it down over her unresisting arms and dropped it to the floor. Her 
full roundly resilient breasts now pressed softly against his muscular 
chest, their hot pink nipples like points of fire on his naked skin. Ronny 
groaned from the heavy lusty sensations crawling in his loins and slipped 
his right hand up under her arm to caress her warm firm flesh 
appreciatively. Between his thumb and forefinger, he lightly rolled her 
already distended pink nipples, bringing up further moans of suppressed 
desire from the young blonde's lushly upturned mouth. Behind, her trim hips 
and buttocks were grinding as she twisted her pelvis hard forward against 
his long thick cock, driving him almost crazy with the need to fuck up into 
her hot little pussy. 

"Lie down! I'm going to fuck you," he whispered in her ear, forcing her down 
onto her back on the floor. 

Rolling over on top of her petite nearly naked form writhing wildly beneath 
him, Ronny ignored her half-coherent protests and reached for her clenching 
and unclenching buttocks with both hands, slipping the brief white panties 
away from the tender swell of her hips and thighs as she helped him by 
bending her knees so he could take them off over her ankles. When the 
handsome new lineman pressed his hotly throbbing cock up into the narrow 
valley of the young blonde's churning loins, he could feel the heat of her 
nakedly exposed pussy reaching up for the lewdly probing tip of his 
rigidity. 

She now seemed to want it as much as he did, and Ronny felt with the thick 
bulbous tip of his cock for the narrow mouth of her cunt, holding her 
grinding buttocks up off the floor with both his hands. He could feel his 
blonde co-worker's excitement increasing more and more, and then finally, 
like a hot mouth nibbling wetly at his throbbing hardness, her pussy made 
its first maddening contact with his aching penis. Slowly, they began to fit 
their loins together, little by little deepening the penetration of his 
blood-engorged cock in the slippery wet sheath of her cunt. 

"Ohhhhh God! Ohhhh!" Rusty was moaning up into his open mouth, her mind 
dizzy with passion as she felt the hard thick pressure struggling up into 
her eagerly waiting vagina. Her seducer's swollen cock was much thicker than 
her husband's, and she felt as though her thighs were being split apart by 
its delicious girth. She had been waiting for this all her life. His 
pulsating hardness pushed relentlessly forward up into the very depths of 
her belly, her inner walls clasping around the hardened rod like a 
tight-fitting glove. She could feel every pulsing vein on its underside, and 
the broad lust-filled tip felt so good as it bumped against her cervix that 
she thought she would cry with tears of physical joy. 

The young blonde's handsome lover began a low, rhythmical thrusting motion, 
gradually increasing the length of his strokes until his loins were pumping 
like a battering ram against her wildly squirming pelvis. At first, the 
strongly built man had been pulling the blonde up to meet him in quick 
little jerking motions, his hands grasping her tautly rounded buttocks, but 
now he felt her begin swooping up on his rigid cock of her own accord, 
making tiny grinding motions up against his pelvis each time he buried 
himself in her up to the hilt. Although the blue-eyed beauty had initially 
resisted his advances, the experienced ex-marine could tell now that Rusty 
had lost control of herself and would fuck for as long as he wanted. 

Slowly, he felt her moist cunt begin a gentle massaging motion around the 
thick hilt of his impaling sword of flesh. Ronny ground his pelvis into the 
squirming flaccid saddle of flesh as she strained up to meet him, arching 
her back so that she lifted their bodies up off the floor. Her thighs 
trembled ceaselessly under his body grinding into hers, opening and closing 
around his hips like the useless struggle of a butterfly pinned to a board. 
Gradually, her moans took up a chanting rhythm as old as man himself, a 
savage bleating that matched the rhythmic pulse of his steady in-and-out 
motion up between her quivering thighs. 

Ronny could feel his cock expanding and growing up inside her soft white 
belly as he carefully met her accelerating rocking movements, pulling his 
swollen hardness out to an inch from the tip before driving it hard back 
into her palpitating cunt, then gradually out again, faster and faster. 
Again and again he stroked into the warm steaming moistness of her hotly 
clinging pussy, his sperm-inflated testicles slapping each time against her 
roundly working buttocks below. 

The previously faithful young wife suddenly threw all caution to the wind, 
concentrating all her attention on the blissful sensations that her new 
lover's lust-peaking thrusting motions gave her cock-hungry body. The 
broad-shouldered lineman raised himself up on his hands now spread on the 
floor beside her shoulders, his dark eyes appreciatively watching the 
ecstatic uncontrolled lust on her face. Although his identity was slightly 
blurred to Rusty's vision by waves of insatiable desire clouding her eyes, 
somewhere inside, she was aware that this man stroking into her hot moist 
vagina was not her husband, and the sinfulness of the situation made her 
become inexplicably still more excited. The abandoned young wife's mouth 
hung slackly open to the side as she groaned lewdly out loud in the hollow 
sounding room. Ceaseless deep-throated guttural sounds escaped from between 
her lips with each smooth stroke of her seducer's hard-pistoning cock, her 
long golden blonde hair scattered about on the wood floor as she wildly 
writhed beneath him. 

Ronny let his eyes pass down over the tautly stretched tendons of Rusty's 
soft cream-white neck, pausing to relish the gently heaving mounds of her 
wide-set breasts, their firm pink nipples jutting out like tiny berries 
offered up for him to devour, and then he looked on down past her tender 
cock-stuffed belly to their merging loins below. 

As he fucked deeper and deeper between her wide-splayed legs, he could see 
his blood-distended penis withdrawing almost full length from the clasping 
crimson pink lips of her pussy, then rushing headlong back into the 
upthrusting mound up between her open thighs. The blonde beauty was pushing 
up to meet his fucking thrusts as if she were unable to wait a split second 
for his next plunge into her moist hot cunt. Each time he drove it home to 
the hilt, the well-built young man held there an instant, savoring the 
delicious sensations as she shuddered violently on his obscenely impaling 
shaft of flesh, his co-worker's loins jerking in tiny quick rotations that 
threatened to make his cum-laden balls explode at any minute. Again and 
again the blonde wrenched her pelvis downward as the strong muscular man 
began the long withdrawal, her warm moist pussy sucking at his thick 
throbbing cock like a wild animal in heat. 

God almighty, she's a good lay! Ronny said to himself as the abandoned 
female heaved wildly beneath him like a demon. Letting his upper body fall 
forward onto hers again, Ronny reached up under Rusty's crazily jerking 
buttocks. As he drove his swollen penis rhythmically into the steaming hot 
wetness of her cunt, with his fingers, he spread the narrow crevice of her 
ass-cheeks wide, searching with the tip of his middle finger for her 
unprotected anus. Teasingly, he passed over the tiny puckering nether mouth 
with his fingertip, sending her loins into new spasms of activity from the 
sudden unexpected contact. 

Spreading her legs even wider to give him still greater access to her 
ravenous pussy. Mack's blonde wife pitched crazily under Ronny Hodges, and 
he sensed that, before long, the young girl would be reaching her climax. 
The way this wild young thing under him was responding to his long hard 
hammering thrusts, she must really be hungry for sex! 

Eagerly, Rusty opened and closed her trembling thighs around his hips in 
lewd unison with his relentlessly spearing strokes into her all-consuming 
vagina. Into his ear she warbled meaningless cries as though she had no 
control over her voice, now coming closer and closer to the delirious moment 
of fulfillment she had been working toward. 

Suddenly, the sex-delirious twenty-one year old pulled her knees up under 
his chest as high as they would go, presenting her upward thrusting loins in 
desperate urging to his merciless cock-strokes, and then she found her voice 
again. 

"Ohhhhh, fuck it! Fuck it hard-hard!" she chanted, mumbling obscene words 
she had never before used, spurring him on with the sporadic pounding of her 
heels on his tightly clenched buttocks. Then she moaned, as if in pain, and 
pulled her thighs up higher, pressing her full-mounded breasts back flat 
against her chest. 

"I'm cumming!" the blonde exclaimed, as if in surprise, her mouth opening 
wide in ecstatic abandon. "I'm cumming!" she repeated, as though convincing 
herself. 

The whole of her widely stretched pink pussy was presented up to her 
lust-crazed co-worker to use as he wished, her ankles now locked high up 
over his shoulders, her toes curled under into tight little balls. Rusty 
could feel her tiny throbbing clitoris jerking along the top of his slowly 
driving cock, as her loins squirmed against him in the wild uninhibited 
throes of her orgasm. Her words had once again become incoherent, 
unintelligible syllables whose meaning was known only to herself, her wide 
unseeing eyes gazing as if in wonder at the shadowy reaches of the ceiling. 

Jesus, look at the little piece go! Ronny Hodges marveled as he grinned down 
at the young wife racing out of control into a wild final climax. He gritted 
his teeth and then clenched his buttocks tightly together to keep from 
cumming himself, slaving and sweating over her harder than he ever had with 
any woman. This time it would be worth it to wait for his partner's orgasm. 
After the starvation diet she had been on, she would be so grateful to him 
for completely satisfying her that he would then be able to fuck her 
whenever or wherever the opportunity arose. 

"I'M CUMMMIIIINNNGGG!" Rusty suddenly cried out again, the words urging him 
to plunge deeper into her wetly gyrating pussy. He could feel her ass-cheeks 
clenching at his tingling cum-swollen balls beneath as she locked herself to 
him with all the strength of her convulsively twitching thighs, shuddering 
against his body, the hotly clasping inner walls of her pussy flooding warm 
orgasmic moistness out around his buried hardness for what seemed an 
eternity. 

The young blonde held her breath for an interminable moment and then 
expelled it as though struck in the stomach, her body collapsing limply back 
onto the wood floor of the abandoned house. She lay still and unmoving, 
uncontrollable palpitations of her well-fucked cunt going on and on like a 
wild animal just beginning to be tamed, pulsing around his cock lodged 
deeply up inside her satisfied little belly. 

Ronny let her rest a moment beneath him, even though it was all he could do 
to keep from going on screwing into her wetly clinging young cunt. God, he 
had never seen anything like it! Appreciatively, he flexed his hotly aching 
penis deep in her tight-clutching vagina, hoping to bring her to life again. 

"You're really a hot little bitch," Ronny whispered approvingly in Rusty's 
ear, at the same time reaching his hands back under the young woman's still 
softly quivering buttocks to knead the resilient flesh like ripe luscious 
fruits. 

The physically exhausted blonde wife felt the uneasy stirring of her 
conscience as she gradually returned to her senses. But the realization that 
she had been too love-hungry to resist this handsome virile young lineman 
allowed her an excuse for her first adultery. It was Mack's own fault, she 
reminded herself, for leaving her unsatisfied for so long. 

At that moment, she felt Ronny Hodges wet his finger in the fluids seeping 
from her cunt and run it up and down the narrow crevice between her 
buttocks, searching for her tight little anal opening. Finding his goal, her 
strongly built seducer shoved hard against the puckered rubbery ring until 
it gave before his lewd pressure. 

"Aggggh! God! It hurts!" the breathless blonde complained beneath him, her 
body bucking upward in an attempt to escape the thickness of his middle 
finger now buried up to the knuckle in the tightness of her warm rectal 
entrance. 

But Ronny kept right on, ramming his finger up into her defenseless anus and 
again starting to slip his painfully expanded cock slowly in and out of her 
cum-drenched cunt. Finally, he felt what he had hoped for-Rusty gradually 
adjusted to the painful invasion of her tight little rectum, and now she 
began rocking back and forth again beneath him. Soon they were fucking 
together in complete abandoned unison once again, Rusty moaning out low as 
she sensed the surprising ripples of another orgasm building deep in her 
loins. She had never felt so completely filled in her life; the sensations 
spreading through her body were driving her wild! 

"Ohhhhh, my God!" she suddenly cried out, the sound of her voice filling the 
deserted house. "I'm cumming again. Don't stop! I'm cumming!" 

This time Ronny could not hold back. His wildly jerking cock hotly expanded 
inside her moistly pulsing cunt, the machine-gun spurts beginning deep down 
in his aching balls at long last. His hot cum spewed up into her wetly 
flooded cunt as he groaned above her like a wild animal trumpeting his lust 
in the jungle. 

"That's it, baby," he grunted down at her. "Fuck your little pussy up onto 
my cock. Screw me back, baby! I'm cumming too. Fuck it!" 

"Oh yes, fill me. Fill me with your cum, honey," Rusty gasped as she felt 
the delicious heated wetness shooting into her like liquid fire. Her cunt 
hotly clasped around its hard-driving thickness as her own lust-fired 
secretions once more erupted in adulterous answer and spilled out into the 
already drowning cavern of her wildly quivering cuntal passage. 

Ronny gave one last powerful lunge up between her upraised legs and held 
himself there to spew out the last precious drop of semen into the sucking 
mouth of the young blonde's pussy. 

"There's-my-cum-deep-inside-your-hot-little-cunt!" the young lineman grunted 
over her, holding his exploding loins as tight to her squirming pussy flesh 
as he could. He could feel her insides still gushing forth around his slowly 
deflating penis as she writhed greedily, anxious to suck from him all the 
sperm he had to offer. Shoving her ass-cheeks downward, Rusty squirmed her 
frantically clutching anus around on his skewering middle finger until the 
palm of his hand was pressed flat against her buttocks, the tiny ring of 
flesh contracting around him. Then, it was all over for her. It had seemed 
endless, but she gave one last groan and trembled under him as she let 
herself collapse on the floor. Her long tapering legs fell outward from his 
body so that she lay spread-eagled on the boards beneath him, her eyes 
closed in complete satiation. 

Ronny lay still for a moment savoring the total depletion he felt in his 
loins. The tender young blonde's well-fucked cunt fluttered slightly around 
his now limp penis, and then as he slowly pulled himself away from her until 
it slipped uselessly out of her widely stretched cuntal opening, he at the 
same time pulled his middle finger out from between her silken ass-cheeks 
with a slight popping noise. As he rose up onto his knees above Rusty's 
seemingly unconscious form he could see the wetly tangled golden hair around 
the sweet pink lips of her pussy, glistening lewdly in the firelight. The 
smooth white flesh of her splayed out inner thighs was sticky with the 
mingled wetness of their fucking, cum dripping in tiny white rivulets down 
the crevice of her buttocks. 

For a long time the young love-spent couple said nothing, listening only to 
the steady drum of the rain on the roof. Rusty could not bring herself to 
open her eyes and meet Ronny's gaze, ashamed as she now was of having lost 
control of herself with him. She was sure that he must think she did this 
kind of thing every day, but it was not true. It was the first time in her 
life that she had had intercourse with anyone other than the man she had 
married. Ronny Hodges, please don't think I'm a whore, she begged inside her 
mind. 

The embarrassed young blonde remained lying flat on her back with her right 
arm thrown across her eyes as she listened to her broad-shouldered lover 
putting on his clothes. How would she ever be able to look him in the face 
again? What would she feel like when her husband Mack sat with her at the 
dinner table that night and asked her about her first day in the field? 
Rusty now understood that just such an unpredictable happening as this was 
what her husband had been afraid of when he had complained about her taking 
a man's job. Although the young wife was not planning to tell her husband 
about her transgression, there was no doubt in her mind that Mack would 
sense something had happened. Somehow, if only by intuition, he would pick 
it up. 

When Ronny had finished putting his boots on and had walked out of the room 
and onto the open front porch, Rusty took the opportunity to quickly get 
herself dressed. The rain seemed to be letting up a little bit, and it was 
possible that their foreman Bob Cabot would be returning to check on them or 
to take them back to the central office for the day. 

No sooner had Rusty finished putting on her clothes than she heard the sound 
of the truck slowly whining in four-wheel drive up to the front of the 
house. She heard Ronny greet their boss from the front of the house, and by 
the time the motor had stopped she too was standing in the doorway. Rusty 
hoped the weak depleted feeling in her loins did not show on her face. The 
last person she wanted to have know about her illicit little episode with 
Ronny Hodges was Foreman Bob Cabot. The surly older man would love to take 
something like that and make a big deal out of it if he could and he would 
find a way. 

* * * 

Little did she and Ronny know it, but the foreman had suspected exactly what 
they would do if he left them alone long enough. Earlier, putting on his 
black plastic slicker against the relentless downpour of rain, Cabot had 
parked a quarter of a mile away and approached the deserted house. Inside he 
had seen exactly what he had expected to see, catching sight of the lewdly 
intertwined couple just as they were finishing their fuck. He made up his 
mind not to say anything until it was to his advantage to do so. 

And if he had anything to do with it, that would be very soon indeed. He 
wouldn't mind getting a little of that haughty blonde who treated him as 
though he were the scum of the earth, and he knew a couple of other guys who 
would be only too glad to help humiliate her, if asked. 

"Hurry it up, you guys," Cabot said as they . climbed into the cab of the 
truck. "There's not a chance of getting any work done today. Back to the 
shop to assemble units for tomorrow." 

They rode in silence back to the telephone company, each lost in his own 
thoughts, but they all centered around one person and one thing-blonde, 
twenty-one year old Rusty Brown, and sex. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The rest of that first week went smoothly and without incident for the first 
female lineman for the telephone company. Rusty felt proud of the job she 
had been doing, knowing that whatever success she had would eventually be 
beneficial for the other women she had worked with before. She did her best 
not to sit next to Ronny Hodges in the crew cab when he wasn't driving, and 
she avoided being around him back at the office. The young blonde didn't 
want him to get the idea that she was a woman on the make, thinking it 
better to let him forget the whole thing. 

Her husband Mack wasn't making it easier for her by any means, still 
pretending no interest in his young wife as if she had done something wrong. 
Actually, it was no different than it had been for the past few months, but 
Rusty couldn't help feeling sometimes as though it might be her fault; her 
self-imposed guilt about losing control of herself with Ronny Hodges made it 
worse. 

It was true that Rusty and Ronny were often alone together in the field, but 
most of the day they were fifty yards apart, each working on their separate 
tasks. More than once the middle-aged Bob Cabot showed up, supposedly to 
observe how well the young trainees were working, but he usually made sure 
he was standing under Rusty while she climbed the telephone poles, looking 
up with obvious relish at her straining thighs and buttocks in the 
tight-fitting company uniform. 

The lecherous foreman was still biding his time, waiting for a chance at the 
new girl who was working for him, but he hadn't forgotten the events of the 
first day. Besides that, he had been talking to the most notorious easy lay 
and gossip working for the company, Lucy Anne Forbes. Lucy Anne knew several 
stories about Ronny concerning him and other women, even though the young 
lineman had only been working there a short while, but could say nothing 
promising about Rusty. In his own mind, Cabot was trying to work out a plan 
to get into the panties of the snippy little blonde who had treated him so 
disdainfully, piecing together a plot with what he had learned from Lucy 
Anne Forbes. 

At thirty-six Lucy Anne was a little older than most of the girls working 
for the company, but she was still hot for a little screwing around when 
there was someone available. Cabot himself had been in bed with her more 
than once, usually at a drunken company party where the only one he could 
get his hands on was Lucy Anne. She had mentioned that she would like to get 
her hands on young Ronny Hodges, and Cabot had immediately begun to figure a 
way to use this to get what he wanted ... namely, Rusty Brown. 

Now, as he looked lustfully up at Rusty's well-rounded buttocks stretching 
the material of her green work pants, Cabot smiled secretly to himself. 

I'll be squeezing that sweet little ass of yours before long, he gloated to 
himself. I'll fuck you until you think one of these poles is up in your 
cunt. 

"Better tighten that one down and get a move on, Brown," the foreman told 
Rusty. "The rest of the crew is right behind you stringing lines." 

It was a needless comment, because Rusty and Ronny Hodges, aware that as new 
members of Cabot's crew they would be watched carefully, had been working as 
fast as the tedious work would allow. It was a known fact that the men 
working behind them stringing lines could cover more ground than the fitters 
ahead of them could, and Rusty knew that Cabot, too, was well aware of it. 

"We've done two miles in three days," the tired young blonde told her boss 
in exasperation. "What do you want ... blood?" 

Bob Cabot had an answer for that, but he didn't make it at that moment. He 
would get what he wanted soon enough, so he just shrugged his shoulders and 
walked away. 

Long before the stringing crew came into sight, both Ronny and Rusty heard 
their loud, raucous voices. They sounded as though they were breaking 
themselves to catch up to the two new members, working faster and faster as 
the afternoon wore on. By four-thirty they were in sight, and it was obvious 
that no matter how hard the two new crew members worked, the others would 
catch up with them the following day. 

Sure enough, by mid-morning break the next day, Friday, the stringers were 
right behind them. Rusty could hear their ribald remarks even before they 
were within three poles distance away. 

"Come on, you guys," she heard one of them say to his friend. "I want to get 
a load of Rusty from down under." 

"Me, too," chimed in another, coarser voice. 

"The boss says she's got a nice butt on her," said a voice from the top of 
the telephone pole behind her. 

The twenty-one year old girl was tempted to make some return comments, but a 
few cautionary words from Ronny Hodges as she moved onto the post ahead of 
him made her decide to hold her tongue. 

"They would like nothing better than to have you give them some backtalk," 
Ronny told her. "Let 'em have their fun. They don't know any better." 

But it was difficult when the whole crew stood under the pole where Rusty 
was tightening the glass birds just before the break. There were raucous 
whistles and groans of appreciation as the men stood craning their necks to 
stare up at her straddling the thick wooden pole. Every time she made 
another turn with the spanner, her whole body swung provocatively on the 
pole, and a chorus of moans and lewd remarks floated up to her ears. 

"Hey, baby, you can screw mine down tight any time you want to," a young 
workman called up to her. Rusty was sweating from the exertion she was 
putting into her work, and it was all she could do not to answer him with a 
crushing remark. But Ronny Hodges had warned her, and she took his words to 
heart, merely smiling in a distant way at the crew ogling her from below. 

At break time they all sat together under a yellow-leaved elm tree, the men 
still making suggestive comments that were driving Rusty crazy with anger. 
At one point she was ready to call it quits and go back to being an operator 
with the company, but stubbornness and pride kept her from it. 

She did lose her temper once just before the break was over. "You guys are 
such a pain," she told them, standing up to find a place to relieve herself 
before she had to get back to work. "Can't you treat me like a human being 
instead of like some kind of side-show freak. How would you like for someone 
to tell you, you had to work pent-up inside a dingy office for the rest of 
your life?" Then she stalked off into the bushes and looked for a secluded 
place to take her pants down. 

"She's right, you bums," Ronny Hodges upbraided the rest of the men when 
Rusty was gone. "She's doing a good job. Why don't you leave her alone?" 

"Listen to Mr. Handsome talk," the young man who had been most outspoken 
said. "He must be getting a little of that when nobody's around. How about 
it, Hodges?" 

"You lousy...." Ronny started cursing as he rose from his place leaning 
against the trunk of a tree. But at that moment the crew-cab driven by Bob 
Cabot was grinding up the hill toward them. Ronny clenched his fists and 
held himself back. His nerves were already stretched to the breaking point 
due to working hard to remain on the crew. He thought he had himself under 
control, but then, just as Cabot pulled to a halt beside them, a second 
young crew member put in a final insulting remark in Rusty's absence. Ronny 
flew into a rage. 

"You lousy son of a bitch!" Ronny shouted at the offending crew member. "Why 
can't you treat her with a little respect? She's doing her job which is more 
than I can say for you!" The two men were wrestling each other angrily when 
the crew boss came on the scene. 

"Okay, you guys. Knock it off!" the foreman ordered, grabbing Ronny by the 
collar of his work shirt. "What's it all about?" 

"Hell, boss. I was just having a little fun," the young man who had made the 
comment offered. "I don't know what got into this guy Hodges. He jumped me 
like I had told his mother to go fuck herself." 

Cabot turned on Hodges immediately. It was obvious what was going on, and 
secretly Cabot was glad, but he couldn't let on yet that he was aware of 
what had happened between the aloof young blonde and this wise-guy. 

"Watch yourself, Hodges," was all he could say. "The company don't like 
rough-necks working for them. Settle down." 

At that moment Rusty returned from the bushes. She could see that Ronny's 
face was flushed and angry, and she assumed that in her absence he had tried 
to stick up for her, for which she was grateful. But she deemed it wise not 
to make any comments, and sat down to have one last swig of coffee from her 
thermos before it was time to get back to work. 

"Hi, blondie," the foreman greeted her. "Find the bathroom all right?" 

The others guffawed and made faces at their boss's humor, except for Ronny 
Hodges, who wished that he didn't need his job so badly. He would have liked 
to punch the coarse bastard in the mouth. 

"Listen, Hodges, Brown. You can get on with outfitting the rest of the 
posts. The rest of you bums climb in the truck. There's work to be done on 
the other side of Huntington. Come on, let's go." 

After the crew snapped their lunch boxes closed and roared off with Cabot in 
the truck, silence fell once more on the countryside. Ronny made a face of 
disgust as he packed up his thermos and lunch box, not wanting to say 
anything to Rusty. 

"Listen, Ronny," she told him, placing her hand tenderly on the back of his 
neck. "I know you were defending me against those nincompoops. You know I 
appreciate it, but don't make it hard on yourself. It's obvious that, for 
some reason, Bob Cabot has it in for both of us. But there's no need for you 
to jeopardize yourself. I can take care of myself." 

"I know that, Rusty. But they really get me going. Acting as if they were 
God's gift to the world," Ronny told her without looking into her face. 
"Anyway, the job you're doing is as good as anything any of them could do. 
That's what bothers them most. That, and the fact that you're a good-looking 
woman they can't get their hands on." 

With a gesture of impatience, he got up and gathered his tools to get back 
to his work. 

Rusty Brown watched his strong muscular thighs carry him up the next pole he 
had to outfit, and for a moment she wished she were one of those women who 
could successfully carry on an affair outside her marriage. If she were, 
there was no doubt in her mind that Ronny Hodges was the man she would be 
having it with. 

A frown crossed her pretty face as she forced herself to forget about the 
handsome one-time lover and get on with her work. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Lucy Anne Forbes lived alone in an apartment in the busiest section of 
Fishwharf, a little art colony on the North Shore of the Island. She liked 
the location of her apartment because she could step out the door and within 
a few minutes be sitting in a bar with the kind of atmosphere she dug 
most-men, young men. It was also easy to get to her apartment from the 
expressway, so that if a boy friend was coming from Queens or Suffolk 
County, he could shoot right off the superhighway and almost be at her 
doorstep. The curvaceous redhead liked to make herself eminently available 
to as many men as possible. In Fishwharf she had found the perfect place to 
live her wild and free sexual life. 

It was hard to tell on sight how old Lucy Anne was. If you saw her in the 
low, reddish lights of her favorite bar, she could appear to be as young as 
twenty-five or six. In the stark sunlight of the stony beach near where she 
lived, after the water had washed off her makeup, she might seem to be in 
her early forties, except that from a distance her trim figure would fool 
you into thinking she was still a college girl. Her actual age was 
thirty-six, and she had used all her years to good advantage, learning 
everything the catalog of human sensuality has to teach. Her green eyes 
flecked with brown showed nothing but competitive interest in other women, 
but let a well-hung male show up on the scene, and the change was obvious. 
The experienced woman could be alternately seductive, coy, challenging, as 
well as reluctant and virginal. Her full sensual lips smiled suggestively, 
quivering slightly at the corners when she had her cat-like eyes centered in 
on new male prey, and her nostrils flared in excitement like a predatory 
animal in pursuit of a highly prized victim. Then her shoulders would lift 
up so that her full, shapely breasts would thrust out to her best advantage, 
arid she would arch the small of her back from time to time so that her 
ample hips and pelvis swung invitingly toward her potential lover, offering 
promise of juicy forbidden delights up between her thighs. Sitting usually 
with her legs crossed, her rounded knees exposed under the short, short 
skirts she was used to wearing, her slender right ankle swung back and forth 
in a steady rhythm that gave her taut ass-cheeks a back-and-forth come-on to 
any man who might be behind her in the room. 

In spite of her special taste for younger men, sometimes, like tonight, she 
craved a little straight-forward, un-fancied, old-fashioned fucking. With 
the young ones, Lucy Anne usually had to play a role of some kind, like 
acting the part of a sex-hungry older woman who appreciated the virility of 
her unsuspecting escort, but with men like Bob Cabot she didn't have to 
pretend. As soon as he walked in the door and looked her in the eyes, the 
redhead could strip off her clothes without saying a word, knowing he wasn't 
interesting in anything himself but a good, rough-and-tumble hour in bed. It 
was obvious that he had never even considered whether he was attractive to a 
woman or not, nor had he ever had a single thought about his virility. He 
could just get a hard-on and fuck her until she thought her whole body would 
come to pieces, and then he would fill her with a load of hot cum that made 
her belly turn over with satisfaction. 

Right now, Cabot was just lowering himself down over Lucy Anne's wide open 
loins. His thick-veined fist was wrapped around his long, blood-engorged 
hardness as he propped himself up on his other hand to watch it go in. Lucy 
Anne herself had raised her head from the bedsheet, looking down between her 
full naked white breasts to enjoy the sight of his huge penis approaching 
her throbbing ready cunt. Though they had spent no time on useless foreplay, 
she could feel the lust juices flowing freely inside the warm confines of 
her vagina, while her quivering little clitoris ached in anticipation of 
what was to come. Finally, the moist pink outer lips of her cunt felt his 
pulsing cock-head's first searing contact, and the voluptuous redhead 
splayed her smooth thighs wider apart, jerking her pelvic triangle up at him 
in uncontrollable eagerness. 

"Come on, baby," she crooned to the telephone company foreman, who was 
taking his time. "Ram that nice hard rock right up inside me. My pussy's all 
wet and purring for it. Hurry up, damn it!" 

Cabot grinned lewdly above her naked body. He always liked Lucy Anne; she 
liked to fuck and that was all there was to it. Clenching his buttocks 
tightly together, the slightly paunchy older man shoved his pulsating 
thickness forward into the deep hot sheath of her desire-moistened cunt. He 
watched as her eyes closed in sheer ecstasy at the belly-filling sensations, 
the warm soft folds of her well-used but still tight little tunnel wrapping 
around his throbbing cock like hungry wet lips sucking it. Shoving it all 
the way into the hilt, until the tip-end bumped obscenely against her 
throbbing cervix and his thick wiry gray pubic hair pressed hard into her 
hotly erect clitoris, Cabot held his lengthy penis rigid there, savoring the 
tiny ripples in the warmly enveloping walls of her pussy. Little by little 
he felt her hips begin to move without seeming to, making her hot juicy 
cuntal lips slip hungrily back and forth on his lust-sensitized cock-shaft, 
barely an inch each way. Then he gradually matched her lengthening strokes, 
drawing back to fuck into her with short hard thrusts that made the rosy 
nipples dance on her fleshy white breasts. Her moans were coming more 
frequently now, and Cabot steadily increased the depth of his plunges until 
he was pulling almost all the way out of her, then viciously shoving his 
long hard shaft all the way into her upthrusting loins. He gave a short 
animal-like grunt with every lunge he made between her jackknifed legs, 
feeling Ins heavy semen-filled testicles slap resoundingly into her 
hard-clenched buttocks beneath. This hot little redhead really likes getting 
cock, he told himself in obscene glee. "Get it, Red! Fuck right on, honey," 
he growled encouragingly down at her. "Slip and slide that fuckin' cunt up 
and down my prick till it blows up!" 

The foreman's lewd language seemed to spur the uninhibited telephone 
operator to still even greater heights of passion. Her hands began caressing 
her breasts, kneading the flaccid white flesh obscenely with her fingers as 
Cabot watched, her thumbs and forefingers from time to time pressing her 
stiffened nipples flat against her breasts and then pinching them up into an 
even higher, hlood-tingling erection. Her curvaceous torso was writhing in 
naked abandon beneath his hungry fucking, while her head tossed back and 
forth on the bed from the greedy desire building to greater and greater 
heights in her lower belly. Cabot could tell the redhead was getting close 
to a climax, and he began pumping more furiously into her open-spread pussy 
from the tips of his toes, banging her head against the headboard of the bed 
from the force of his blows against her squirming pelvis. 

Lucy Anne gave a deep-throated groan as she felt her belly explode in 
orgasm, great steaming floods of orgiastic wetness spewing from the walls of 
her throbbing vagina around his insanely pistoning cock. She splayed her 
shapely legs out wider, lifting them into the air on either side of Bob 
Cabot's wildly pumping loins to give him unimpeded access to her crazily 
sucking vagina. The abandoned redhead thrust her loins up at him with brutal 
force, screwing herself up hungrily on the still driving rod of his 
lust-heated flesh. 

"Sock it home, baby! Fuck me!" she cried again and again. "I'm still 
cumming!" Her nostrils flared and then one long last gasp of breath escaped 
from her lungs as though she had been punched in the belly by a fist. 
Finally she collapsed under him, her expended body still quivering 
uncontrollably under him, as she felt the maddening sensations gently recede 
from her loins. 

Bob Cabot continued his steady hammering strokes, feeling his balls swirling 
with the heat of his built-up semen, gritting his teeth as he pummeled her 
now helplessly limp form like a rag doll. Suddenly, her right leg which had 
collapsed with the other one back down onto the mattress snaked up around 
his hips, and with one powerful lunge she rolled Cabot over onto his back, 
his pistoning hardness still embedded deep in her wetly cum-flooded cunt. 
Now she was kneeling up over him, her upthrust buttocks pumping up and down 
as she rode her wildly alive pussy down onto the thickness of his iron-like 
penis. Her full soft breasts dangled teasingly down against his heaving 
chest as she slaved above him to bring him to a climax. 

The hot fluid warmth of her satisfied cunt still washed down over his aching 
balls, and Cabot could feel a jet stream of his own irrepressible cum 
beginning to climb up along his stiffly throbbing rod of flesh sunk deep in 
her smooth white belly. He groaned out loud from the lewd sensation and 
began jerking his loins fiercely upward, driving his lust-thickened cock as 
deep as he could into the tantalizing wetness of her vagina. At that moment, 
Lucy Anne sat all the way up straight on his thickness, her ass-cheeks 
clenching and unclenching around his boiling testicles beneath, while both 
her hands buried themselves down around the base of his cock to milk him 
dry. 

"That's fuckin', baby," she cooed down at him. "Fill me with your hot cum!" 
Her hands obscenely kneaded and stroked at his cock and sperm-laden balls 
until he could wait no longer. 

"Oh, Christ!" Cabot hissed up at her, his body arching and lunging up closer 
to her softly grinding pussy. "Here it comes!" 

"Umh ... yes! Yes! Give it to me!" she egged him on, and the two of them 
bucked and pumped together like wild-cats, the delicious hot white liquid 
spurting up into her straddling cunt like streams of fire, filling her 
never-satisfied belly to the brim. She clamped the inner muscles of her 
cock-hungry cunt around his wildly throbbing shaft of flesh, sucking at him 
with all of her wetly rippling vaginal passage, until finally it gave one 
last spasmodic jerk inside her, the final drop of cum sucked out into her 
pussy. 

While Bob Cabot groaned softly from the lingering sensations of his orgasm, 
the voluptuous redhead continued milking lightly at his balls with the tips 
of her fingernails. Squirming her warm ass-cheeks down onto him, and her 
upper arms squeezed her firmly resilient breasts together into twin mounds 
of quivering flesh. Gradually, she felt his cock begin to soften inside her 
until it slipped wetly out of her juicy cuntal opening with a slight 
sibilant sound of moist suction, and then she was holding his wet limp penis 
in the palms of her hands, a mass of depleted male flesh which she began 
kissing and massaging in grateful appreciation. 

Cabot opened his eyes and looked up at the full-bodied telephone operator 
hunched up over his loins. She was staring down at his exhausted cock in her 
hands as though trying to will it to come to life again. 

"You can really fuck," he told her in a hoarse voice. Lucy Anne met his eyes 
with a glazed satiated look before sliding her cum-soaked cuntal slit down 
along the length of his thigh and then ovaling her sensual mouth around the 
limp tip-end of his softened penis. Little by little, holding his vulnerable 
flesh in her mouth by suction alone, the lusty redhead arranged his knees 
bent up a little on either side of her body, lifted her breasts up over the 
tops of his thighs so they would be in full view, and then she smiled up at 
him with his penis between her lips. He watched as she slowly began to slip 
her moist lips back and forth on his cock, urging it to swell and fill the 
inner warmth of her mouth. He could feel her fingers down under his body 
digging excitedly into his testicles and flicking lightly over his sensitive 
anus. 

"Mmmmmmmm, that's good, Lucy Anne," he moaned above her as he felt his 
nerve-endings tingle into life again down in his loins. "I bet you like it 
as much as I do." 

"Mmmmmmm-hmmmmmm," she agreed around the slowly thickening shaft in her 
mouth. Her tongue had begun lashing wetly around the underside of his 
thick-veined shaft, occasionally pressing hotly into the narrow slit in the 
blunt bulbous head. He was stiffening between her clinging lips slowly but 
surely, and she began bobbing her head up and down over the lengthening rod 
buried in her mouth. Cabot propped his head up on a pillow so he could 
observe the red-haired vixen's obscene ministrations over his once again 
aching loins, enjoying the sight of her full ripe breasts billowing out 
whitely over his hairy thighs and her glistening red lips rounded over his 
growing cock-flesh. There was no doubt about it-Lucy Anne Forbes was 
practically insatiable. 

"H-how would you like to get some new cock?" the company foreman asked her 
as she sucked on him. Her green eyes flashed up at him in questioning 
interest. 

"This new guy, Ronny Hodges," he went on, feeling her suck still more 
persuasively at his now almost fully erect penis. 

"MMMMMMMM!" Lucy Anne mumbled, indicating she knew him and liked the idea. 

"I happen to know he's on the make," Cabot continued. "He fucked that new 
girl on my crew the first day out. They don't know I saw them." He went on 
to tell her the whole story while she went on sucking. 

Lucy Anne's lips tightened around the whole of his sensitive cock-head, 
trapping it completely inside the warm, wetly heated cavern of her mouth. 
Hearing the story of the young couple's illicit screwing was a stimulating 
reward the older redhead had not been expecting. 

"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned again, her sensuous lips firmly locked around his 
blood-swelling glans. The lecherous older man could feel the softness of her 
tongue swirling maddeningly around his desire-engorged shaft, her crimson 
lips clasping wetly to him as Cabot described each lewd detail of the 
lust-inciting scene for her imagination. One of her hands was gently running 
its nails lightly over the soft resilience of his cum laden balls, while the 
other was stroking the thickening base of his saliva-wet rod of flesh 
between thumb and forefinger, beckoning long rolling waves of arousal up 
from deep down in his stirring loins. 

Because he was getting close to ejaculating again, Cabot stopped talking a 
moment to savor the delicious expertise of her mouth on his throbbing cock. 
And feeling his penis pulsing between her lips, Lucy Anne began sucking even 
harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the resistant flesh, 
leaving small white trails where they scraped the blood from beneath the 
surface of his skin. Her tongue swiped furiously around and around the 
growing glans until Cabot felt himself reaching the bursting point. 

All of the rigid shaft was deep into her throat now, and he was certain she 
would choke. But she continued to suck him on and on into a paradise of 
indescribable pleasure. Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep in his 
balls as he watched her face working above his quivering loins. He could see 
tiny rivulets of perspiration rolling down her temples in little droplets as 
she jerked her head up and down over his lust-knotted shaft like a woman 
gone mad. 

He groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily, spilling 
incoherent mutterings from his lips. Then, suddenly, he gasped again, louder 
than before. 

The moment was here and a low, guttural sound started from deep in his chest 
as he felt the hot steaming semen begin its mad spurt from the sanctity of 
his balls to spew in hot thin streams into her openly willing mouth. The 
orally impaled redhead's cheeks expanded and hollowed as she swallowed, 
greedy for the warm flooding gushes of his burning cum. She went on sucking 
wildly as he emptied his white-hot sperm in between her lush red lips, and 
he reached with his hands to tangle his fingers cruelly in her flowing red 
hair, holding her head to the throbbing of his loins as he shoved his 
spurting shaft all the way down her gasping throat as far as it would go. 

She swallowed, coughing sporadically to keep from choking, and then finally 
he moaned his last and rammed up into her mouth in complete fulfillment. 
Slowly, as she continued her sucking in gentle, lulling rhythm, his cock 
began deflating in her hot moist mouth, becoming once more flexible and then 
completely limp. 

Lucy Anne had sucked him dry, reluctantly letting his softened cock slip out 
of her clinging lips with a slight popping sound from the suction. 

"You like that, huh?" the sensual redheaded woman asked him as she rested 
her head on his paunchy stomach, her voluptuously soft breasts covering his 
satiated cock with their warmth. 

"Christ! Do I like!" Cabot moaned. "And just wait until Hodges gets a little 
of that. It'll drive him out of his fucking mind!" 

"You really think I could get Ronny into bed, huh?" Lucy Anne asked with a 
wistful sound to her voice. "I'm not sure I'm his type." 

"Believe me, you little redheaded bitch. You're his type all right. You're 
the kind of woman every red-blooded man dreams about." He knew that if he 
went along with the promise of a new stud, she would be willing to play 
along with what he had in mind. 

"Ummmm, thanks, lover," the highly sexed redhead said, pressing her soft 
breasts down tighter onto his depleted loins. "But how do I get to him? He 
doesn't even know me." 

"That's where I come in, honey babe. We'll arrange a little party next 
Saturday night at the Stag Club, only a few selected women invited. I'll see 
to it that Hodges is there, and I'll introduce you to him. After that, let 
Mother Nature take her course." The foreman waited a moment and then went 
on. "Between now and then, do me a favor, though?" 

"Anything you want, baby," Lucy Anne said, wrapping her arms around his 
masculine buttocks and giving them a hearty squeeze. She was looking forward 
to getting her hands on that handsome virile blonde man she had seen around 
the telephone company. 

"Hodges and Rusty Brown have the hots for each other, and I think Rusty is 
having problems at home. Work on her to admit that she likes Hodges and 
should see more of him. Then we can get her to the Stag Club too." 

"Ahhhhh, now I get it," Lucy put in. "Bob Cabot is after a little strange 
pussy himself." 

"Right the first time. But don't forget, we'll both get what we want if you 
work it right. Deal?" 

"Deal!" she answered, bending down to kiss Cabot's softened penis with the 
wetness of her full red lips. Smiling, he got up off the bed, dressed, and 
headed home before it got too late. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

All that second week at her new job. Rusty Brown was feeling more exhausted 
than she had ever felt in her life, not even showing any apparent interest 
in making love to her husband Mack. But by Saturday, after she'd had half a 
day off, she was feeling pretty anxious for bedtime to come. Like it or not, 
Mack would satisfy her, she was thinking. She had it all planned. With the 
increase her first paycheck showed in wages, she had bought a new nightgown 
that left nothing to the imagination. She had tried it on in the shop, 
admiring before the mirror the way her full, ripe breasts jutted out almost 
obscenely into the sheer material, the pinkness of her nipples showing 
through the flimsy nylon. The hem of the gown barely covered the tops of her 
lush white thighs, and when she bent over slightly to look at the price tag 
on the box, she caught a glimpse of her well-rounded buttocks nakedly 
revealed when the gown pulled up in back. 

If this doesn't turn him on, nothing will, the young blonde told her lewdly 
smiling reflection in the glass. 

At six o'clock that afternoon Mack had said he was going out for a beer and 
a game of pool at his favorite hangout around the corner, and now it was 
almost eight o'clock. The special dinner she had fixed for him was getting 
ruined in the kitchen, and still there was no sign of him. Rusty had noticed 
that her husband had been wearing a sport coat and tie when he went out 
earlier, but it had made no impression on her at the time. Now she reflected 
that it was strange for him to get so dressed up just to go to the local 
bar. 

The miffed young wife sat fuming in a living room chair for another half 
hour, wishing that she had listened to that older girl at the company, Lucy 
Anne Forbes. All week Lucy Anne had been digging for information about how 
Rusty and her husband were getting along, suggesting that maybe she should 
take advantage of some of the available young men working at the telephone 
company. 

Lucy Anne had made it clear that she herself had no interest at all in 
marriage, since she got whatever sex she wanted without even lifting a 
little finger. Now, at this point, Rusty was almost ready to agree with her 
that a good-looking woman didn't need a husband, especially one who had no 
more interest in his wife than her Mack seemed to. Still, Rusty just hadn't 
been able to go along with Lucy Anne's suggestion that the two of them go 
together to the Stag Club party tonight. It hadn't seemed right somehow. It 
had been different that one time with Ronny Hodges in the abandoned house. 
Neither one of them had expected that to happen, but to deliberately set out 
with the thought in mind of meeting another man seemed too-too loose, too 
whorish for the innocent young wife to contemplate. 

Impatiently, Rusty went to the closet and put a light orange coat over her 
short black mini-dress she had wanted to surprise Mack with. She slammed the 
door behind her as she went to look for him at the corner bar. 

It was only a short walk, and Rusty arrived at the corner across from the 
bar within a couple of minutes. While she waited for the traffic to thin out 
so that she could cross the street, she happened to glance at the door of 
the bar just as a heavily made up peroxide blonde stepped onto the sidewalk. 
Right behind the woman was a tall handsome man who was obviously her escort. 

Rusty almost cried out his name when she saw that it was her husband Mack. 
The shocked young wife gaped in disbelief as Mack waved down a taxi and got 
into the back seat, putting his arm around the whore's shoulders. 

The bastard! Rusty swore to herself in uncharacteristic obscenity. That 
explains why he hasn't been interested in me in bed. God knew how long her 
husband had been paying to make it with other women, and the thought that 
she had been trying so hard to remain loving and faithful to him in spite of 
her unsatisfied desires angered her to the point where she could barely see 
where she was walking. Before long she found herself back in front of the 
entrance to her apartment house, and making a sudden decision, she raced 
upstairs to look up Lucy Anne Forbes' phone number. Although Lucy Anne had 
said that she would leave for the party about eight o'clock, it was possible 
that she hadn't left yet. 

Rusty let the phone ring ten or twelve times before she decided that she 
must have missed the older woman, but then she looked up the address of the 
Stag Club, making her mind up on the spot that she would not let Mack get 
away with leaving her high and dry like that. 

* * * 

At the small, dingy entrance to the Stag Club, the doorman asked her in a 
rough voice who she was with. Mentioning Lucy Anne Forbes' name was enough 
for him. He had been told to expect a young blonde asking for this Forbes 
woman. Inside the dark bar which formed a kind of foyer to the main part of 
the club, Rusty hesitated a moment. It was not the kind of place she 
normally went to, and the frankly assessing glares of the men perched at the 
bar only made her more dubious about being there. Just as she turned to go, 
she felt a hand on her shoulder. 

"Mr. Cabot!" she cried out in surprise. "What are you doing here?" 

"Hi, Rusty. I was about to ask you the same question." He could see the 
frightened look in her blue eyes, and he smiled disarmingly at her. "Buy you 
a drink?" 

"N-no, thank you, Mr. Cabot. I was just looking for a friend." 

"For God's sake, Rusty. You can call me Bob off the job. And who is it 
you're looking for?" He was steadily steering her toward a table against the 
wall near the bar. 

Hesitating momentarily, not wanting to mention that she had been told Ronny 
Hodges might be there, she finally mentioned Lucy Anne's name. 

"Lucy Anne?" Cabot said, his face lighting up in mock surprise. "I saw her 
around a minute ago. I didn't know you were a friend of hers." Raising his 
fingers, he signaled the bartender to bring them two Scotch and sodas. 

"Well, I've only gotten to know her recently," Rusty admitted, reluctantly 
settling down in the chair he was holding out for her. "But she invited me 
to a party, and since I had nothing else to do tonight, I thought I'd come." 

"Where's your husband?" Cabot asked, watching her face while she answered. 
It was obvious something was troubling her more than before, and Cabot had 
known for a long time that the young wife's home life was not the best. 

"He-he's busy tonight," Rusty stammered. "I mean, he has some unexpected 
work to do, and I don't want to be in the way." 

She's not a very good liar, Cabot chuckled to himself. He was secretly 
gratified that there probably wouldn't be an irate husband to deal with when 
he finally managed to get into her sweet little panties. 

"Well, here's to friendship," he toasted when the drinks came. "Give my 
thanks to Lucy Anne for inviting you. She made my evening. Nothing's better 
than looking at a beautiful woman when you're down." He went on to hint that 
his wife had been two-timing him, and that he had just found out about it. 
Little did Rusty know it, but nothing could be farther from the truth. His 
wife knew he would beat the crap out of her if she dared to run around on 
him, even though she was well aware of his own transgressions. 

When they had finished their drinks, Cabot ordered two more and then got up 
from his chair. "Come on, Rusty. Let me help you find Lucy Anne, and then 
I'll stop boring you to death." 

Rusty couldn't help feeling sorry for her boss in a way; nevertheless she 
still found him unattractive. Otherwise she might have at least pretended to 
offer him the consolation of her company a while longer. As it was, she 
followed him into the main room of the club. Here the decorations hanging 
from the ceiling and light fixtures on the walls made it clear that some 
sort of party was in fact planned, but there were very few people there yet. 

"Where is everybody?" Rusty asked. 

"Oh, a lot of them aren't here yet. It's only nine o'clock or so. But there 
are lots of private rooms for those who want a little privacy. It's one of 
the big advantages to being a member of the Stag Club. You get services you 
couldn't have anywhere else." 

Rusty wasn't sure she understood, but did not bother to question him 
further. She was looking around at the other women. Most of them seemed a 
little fast looking to her, with their hair done up in fancy bouffant 
styles, and wearing the most provocative clothes she had seen except on the 
women along Forty-Second Street in New York. 

"I still don't see Lucy Anne anywhere," the bewildered wife said after they 
had made a complete circuit of the room, looking over the shoulders of those 
playing roulette or blackjack. "Are you sure you saw her?" 

"Sure. She even spoke to me. Listen, there's a possibility she's in one of 
the private lounges. Want to take a look?" 

"Well, no-if they're private, I wouldn't want to break in on her," Rusty 
answered. She was beginning to feel a little out of place in the club, 
almost wishing she hadn't come. Then she remembered that she had seen her 
husband going off with another woman in a cab, and she became defiant again. 

"Oh, why not? Lucy Anne can always tell me to get lost. After all, she did 
ask me to come." 

"That's the spirit," Cabot said, leading her by the arm toward a hallway off 
the main room. 

Actually, Bob Cabot knew exactly where to find the redheaded telephone 
operator that Rusty called her friend. 

In fact, as a member of the club, it was he who had made arrangements for 
the room she was now in. Cabot had also brought Ronny Hodges in that night, 
telling him there was a chance that Rusty Brown would be coming with Lucy 
Anne. Then Lucy Anne had taken the young man with her to one of the little 
bed-sitting rooms reserved for just the lurid purpose she had in mind, 
telling Ronny that she was supposed to meet Rusty there since Rusty didn't 
want everyone to know she was there without her husband. As it turned out, 
she'd had no trouble at all in convincing Ronny. The self-confident young 
lover had been sure all along that Rusty would be trying to see him again 
sooner or later after she had made love to him that first and only time in 
the abandoned house. Ronny also understood that Rusty would try to be 
circumspect if she were to meet him somewhere, so he had assumed it was all 
set up with her knowledge. 

What he hadn't expected was that Lucy Anne would get to work so fast on him 
once she'd gotten him into the room alone. 

Not that he had the slightest urge to resist, but Ronny had nevertheless 
been totally surprised when he sat down in the tiny red-carpeted room with 
Lucy Anne Forbes and she proceeded immediately to put the make on him. She 
had come around to his side of the little round table set with glasses and 
an iced bottle of champagne, plopping her voluptuous self down on his lap 
and throwing her arms around his neck. She looked really good to him in her 
low-cut taffeta dress matching the green of her eyes, her long red hair 
trailing down her back in a soft girlish pony tail. 

The young man responded easily to her open-mouthed kiss, answering her 
lashing hot tongue with his own, letting her pull his hand up to cup the 
fullness of her large firm breasts. When she finally pulled her hot moist 
mouth away from his they were both breathing heavily and he could feel his 
penis stirring into life down in his jockey shorts. 

"Hey, I thought Rusty was going to be nere?" he asked Lucy Anne, suddenly 
thinking he got the picture. 

"Tell me the truth now, baby. Would you have come here tonight if you hadn't 
thought she would be here?" 

"Well, no...." the fair-haired young man admitted. "But...." 

"Are you sorry?" she teased him, rubbing her right hand softly over the 
bulging mound in his trousers. 

"Mmmmmmm, God, no. I just wanted to be sure that...." 

"That she wouldn't break in on us if she did come?" Lucy Anne finished the 
sentence for him. "Don't worry. In this club privacy is respected, believe 
me. If it weren't, they would soon be out of business." 

With that she placed another moist hot kiss over his mouth, opening her 
softly rounded thighs to let his hand work its way up into the luring 
darkness between her legs. When his fingers found the blatantly naked 
entrance to her throbbing vagina, she moaned into his mouth and pushed her 
loins tight against his lewdly questing hand. 

"Come on, baby, let's do this right," she said breathlessly, getting up from 
his lap. Before Ronny knew what was happening, the aroused redhead was 
lifting her dress up over her head, then proudly standing before him clad in 
a jet black half-brassiere cupping only the lower portion of her 
voluptuously mounded breasts and a narrow black garter belt. Both were made 
of thin almost transparent lace, and the open-mesh black hose held in place 
by the lace garter belt made a strikingly seductive picture. 

"My God. You're quite a woman," Ronny exclaimed in surprise as the 
red-haired operator stood half-naked before him, the russet curls of her 
pubic mound contrasting almost satanically with her alabaster-white skin and 
black-sheathed legs. He had seen Lucy Anne around the office, but had never 
paid too much attention because she seemed a little older and a little too 
filled out for his taste. But now he had to admit that she was alluring-not 
even plump under her clothes, only voluptuous and well-rounded. 

Lucy Anne stared brazenly at the obvious bulge in Ronny's pants and said in 
a deep sexy voice, "You look like quite a man, too, baby. Get undressed and 
let's see what you can do." While the young lineman hurriedly stripped down 
to the bare skin, the older experienced woman sat back on the bed and, 
facing him, began slowly to remove her garter belt and open-mesh black 
stockings, lifting each of her legs in turn, so that her firmly rounded 
buttocks and the pink outer folds of her cunt were spread out before him 
like a red flag before a bull. Ronny quickly threw his pants to one side and 
stepped up to the bed wearing only his jockey shorts, his rigidly erect cock 
about to burst out at the seams. 

Pulling the elastic waistband of his shorts out far enough from his flat 
muscular stomach to clear his throbbing hard penis, Ronny slipped his shorts 
off and kicked them to one side, his eyes never leaving the enticing crevice 
of Lucy Anne's nakedly beckoning ass-cheeks. Gasping out loud at the 
magnificent sight before her, the redheaded woman reached behind her back 
and unclasped her brassiere, letting the full soft mounds of her breasts 
fall free of restraint. Ronny licked his lips in hungry anticipation of what 
was to come, watching intently as the ivory-skinned beauty slowly moved her 
hands down over the curves of her wide smooth hips and pulled her thighs up 
tight against her billowing white breasts, her waiting loins now tilted 
upward for the virile man to use as he wished. 

"Come on, honey," she whispered in hoarse excitement. "Put that thing in me. 
Quick, before I die of lust!" 

Placing an arm on either side of her, Ronny eagerly mounted the voluptuous 
woman as she reached down between her outspread thighs to grasp his 
pulsating thickness in her right hand and place it against the hot entrance 
to her wetly quivering pussy. 

"Ohhhhhh, God, it feels good," she moaned at the first searing contact with 
her eagerly grasping cuntal lips. 

Ronny felt her warm pussy wetness close over the tip-end of his cock like an 
elastic band, and then he shoved forward into the tight hot passage of her 
cunt with all his manly strength, pushing from his feet propped against the 
end of the bed. His aching hard penis raced full tilt up into her flowering 
inner walls until he finally struck bottom, feeling his heavy balls dangling 
beneath slap lewdly against her upturned buttocks. 

Without hesitation the two of them began rocking together as he plunged in 
and out of her steaming vaginal wetness, his belly slapping up against the 
backs of her trembling white thighs. The small room was filled with the 
sounds of their animal groans as they brutally pumped their tightly fitting 
loins into one another with the force of a pile driving hammer. 

Gritting his teeth from the excruciating pressure building up in his balls 
from the sensations caused by her cock-sucking pussy, Ronny watched Lucy 
Anne's softly rounded breasts jouncing under him, adding to his excitement. 

Then he felt her hands slip around behind his buttocks and dig into his 
sinewy flesh as she urged him to fill her with more and more of his heavily 
swollen cock, one of her fingers flicking lightly, maddeningly over his anus 
behind. He knew it wouldn't be long before he would cum, and he drove his 
cock into her widespread loins as hard as he could, punishing her with his 
youthful virility. He could already feel her cunt quivering in readiness for 
an orgasm, while at the same time the deep hot swirls of sperm began to boil 
up from his testicles. It didn't matter that he was cumming so soon; he knew 
very well that he could get it up five or six times a night with a woman 
like this one. 

Just at that moment, the bedroom door flew open. 

Ronny turned his head and looked through almost unseeing eyes at the couple 
standing there aghast at the wantonness of the scene they had inadvertently 
barged in on. 

The woman was Rusty Brown, and her blue eyes were wide open in surprise and 
dismay. But it was too late then for Ronny to stop even if he wanted to. And 
he didn't. Increasing his tempo until his glistening cock was flashing in 
and out of Lucy Anne's wildly swiveling pussy, he felt the explosion begin, 
his cock jerking inside her like a machine gun spurting white-hot cum far up 
into her nakedly spasming belly. He threw his head back with a groan and 
rammed himself up inside her as far as he could go, holding it there while 
the wantonly twisting redhead bucked her body up against his, her wide-open 
mouth groaning out the words of her release. 

"Ohhhhhh, God, fuck me, baby. I'm cummmming! I'M CUMMMING HONEY!" Then her 
long white legs snaked out around Ronny's pummeling hips, hugging his loins 
still tighter against her own. They were still locked together in their 
final spasm of pleasure when Bob Cabot closed the door in Rusty Brown's 
horrified face. 

The shocked and disillusioned young blonde could not move for a long moment, 
staring blank-faced at the wood panel door before her. Finally she gasped 
and began a long, low moan deep in her throat that ended in a flood of 
tears. Now she felt even more alone and deserted than before when she had 
seen her husband getting into the cab with another woman. Searching blindly 
in her purse for a tissue to dry her eyes and blow her nose, she turned away 
from her boss and began to run back down the hall. She had reached the end 
before she realized she had gone the wrong way to get out of that part of 
the club, but she did not have the strength or willpower to pass by Bob 
Cabot again. She was absolutely sure that Cabot had known exactly what they 
would find in that room, setting it up just to make her feel bad. Ever since 
Rusty had let him know that she was not interested in him, the paunchy 
foreman had treated her with vast disrespect. 

She made up her mind then and there to make a point of reporting his surly 
manner to the Union, without mentioning anything about what she had seen 
tonight. Cabot would only find some way to use it against her if she brought 
it up now. 

Leaning hopelessly with her face turned to the wall where she cried softly, 
feeling sorry for herself, Rusty heard Cabot's footsteps approaching her 
from behind. As soon as he seemed near enough to touch her, the distraught 
blonde wife flung herself around and tried to by-pass him in the narrow 
hallway. 

Cabot was prepared for her attempt to bolt away from him, however, and he 
put out his arm to block her only avenue of escape. 

"What's the matter, Brown? You don't like seeing your boy friend screwing 
another woman? You shouldn't be so greedy," he derided her in a husky voice. 
Seeing the obscenely fucking couple had vicariously excited his lust, and he 
could feel his thick penis throbbing in his pants ... throbbing for the 
chance to get into this prissy little blonde who'd caused him so much 
trouble. 

"N-no, I don't care!" Rusty replied angrily, trying to duck under his arm. 
But he quickly grasped her around the shoulders, holding her trapped against 
his beefy chest. Suddenly what Cabot had said had dawned on her and she 
looked up at him in surprise and trepidation. There was no telling what the 
burly foreman would do with the information if he were to know for sure 
about her and Ronny making love. He might even use it to discredit the right 
of women employees, including herself, to work out in the field. 

"That's right, baby," Cabot gloated when he saw that she understood what was 
in his mind. "I saw you and Hodges that first day in the abandoned house. 
And now it's my turn." 

"No-I don't know what you're talking about...." Rusty stammered in 
confusion. But already his strong arms were forcing her backwards up against 
a doorway. Cabot reached around behind her and turned the handle of the door 
she was leaning against, flinging it open. 

Then, after he had forced the young girl ahead of him into the room, he 
closed the door behind them and wrestled her toward the bed. 

Her big blue eyes were suddenly filled with terror as she realized that he 
was really going to go through with trying to rape her. All other thoughts 
fled from her mind as she concentrated on the problem of how to get out of 
that room without having to undergo such a debasing experience. But the 
older man was too strong for the struggling young blonde, pushing her with 
all his force back toward the bed. Her knees caught at the edge of the 
mattress, causing her to fall stunned onto her back, her short black 
minidress flying up around her hips. She saw Cabot hurriedly unzip the fly 
of his pants, and before she could get off the bed and back onto her feet, 
he had freed his long thick penis from his shorts, grasping it in his right 
hand like a weapon. When he came toward her, Rusty stifled a gasp in her 
throat and lay frozen, completely mesmerized by the huge bulbous head in his 
hand as he slipped the loose foreskin up and down over its swollen purplish 
mass. His left hand began loosening his belt, letting his pants fall down 
around his ankles just as he reached the edge of the bed. Now Rusty could 
see the heavy, bloated testicles dangling bull-like between his legs, and 
horrified, she made a last futile attempt to escape this approaching monster 
of a man. She no longer cared what her fate would be at the company where 
she worked, her only concern now was to get away from her boss before it was 
too late. But Cabot was too fast for her. He threw his body down on top of 
hers, forcing one knee up between her tightly clenched legs. Then he reached 
down with both hands, and, hooking his fingers under the elastic waistband 
of her white nylon panties, he gave one mighty pull, and tore them into 
useless shreds. Now her helplessly trembling loins were fully exposed to his 
lecherous gaze. Cabot did not stop there. His hands tugged at the hem of her 
short minidress until he forced it up to her neck, so he could get at her 
well-filled white brassiere. Panting from the exertion, Cabot hooked his 
index finger up under the flimsy garment and tore it away from the ripe firm 
mounds of her breasts. The struggling blonde tried to pull her dress back 
down to cover her nakedness from his lewd gaze, but before she could manage 
it he let his full weight drop down onto her, driving the breath from her 
lungs and flattening the soft half-moons of her breasts beneath his 
wiry-haired chest. Then, lifting his body just enough so that he could cup 
his palms around the warm naked mounds, the slightly balding foreman slipped 
his mouth wetly down over her quivering white belly, trailing his extended 
tongue down through the thick tangle of blonde curls, finally darting it 
serpent-like over her cringing little clitoris hidden up between the pink 
fleshy outer lips of her cunt. 

He felt Rusty shiver and jerk her legs under his chest from the first 
electric contact with the tiny sensitive organ, and he swirled his hot moist 
tongue around and around it. sensing its unwilling arousal. Her buttocks 
squirmed back down into the mattress in a vain attempt to escape this 
debasing attack upon her unprotected genitals, while at the same time her 
fingernails dug angrily into his hair and tried to pull his greedily 
kneading hands away from the tender milk-white skin of her breasts. 

Finally he did remove his hands, slipping them down over her heaving midriff 
to press his palms against the soft inner flesh of her straining thighs, 
holding them apart to grin down at the pulsing pink opening of the young 
blonde's pussy. She could see him now squatting there on all fours in 
between her widespread legs like a beast of prey about to savagely devour 
its helpless victim. The wet naked flesh of her vagina was presented up to 
his leering gaze in hopeless sacrifice. She forgot all about her uncovered 
breasts, as she continued to lay frozen to the mattress watching his tongue 
pass lightly over his thick sensual lips in preparation for further 
ravishment of her defenselessly exposed genitals. 

Spreading her thighs still farther apart with the palms of his strong chubby 
hands, Cabot then placed his thumbs on the moist fleshy flanges of her cunt. 
Then, with a torturing outward movement of his thumbs he drew the pink pussy 
folds slowly apart, exposing its moist inner mouth to the mercy of his 
insistant gaze. He stared at the smooth wetness for a moment and then with a 
deep groan dropped his head and buried the full length of his long slippery 
tongue as far as it would go up into the warmly throbbing walls of her 
vagina. 

"Ohhh, God! Noooo, don't!" Rusty whimpered before his depraved attack, 
watching with disbelief as his head began to rock back and forth over her 
widely splayed loins. 

Now there was nothing left. Her humiliation was complete as she felt little 
points of fire kindling inside her cringing vagina in spite of her will to 
resist. 

"It can't be, it can't be," she muttered over and over again, her hands 
pushing desperately at the top of his head to free herself from this 
maddening torture. Then, gradually, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began 
to ripple deep down in her unwilling belly and suddenly she found her hands 
no longer pushing, but pulling his hot wet mouth tighter over her moistening 
vaginal opening. The astonished blonde wife made one last desperate effort 
to squeeze free, but her boss' hands held her tight, pressing hard into the 
soft flesh of her upper thighs, holding the unprotected plane of her nakedly 
spread cunt open wide to his unnatural ministrations. 

"Nooo, please," she moaned again as he slipped his thick wet tongue over the 
full length of her involuntarily flowering pink slit. She held her breath as 
his tongue continued obscenely dipping and probing the wet velvety folds, 
searching in the moist recesses, tantalizing her out of her reluctance by 
teasing her sensitive cunt into spine-tingling life. 

Sensing that she was beginning to respond, Cabot began to probe at the 
enticing pink furrow with renewed vigor, darting and flicking his long wet 
tongue, swirling and rotating it around in the soft fleshy folds of gently 
quivering cuntal flesh. Bob Cabot's fingers reached up over the white 
flatness of her trembling belly and dug harshly into the softness of her 
jiggling breasts, his thumbs and forefingers rolling her defensively 
stiffened nipples between them until they were fully erect. 

As he worked his mouth voraciously at the opening to her tight little cunt, 
his wide glinting eyes watched his trainee's face in arrogant delight, 
waiting for the first signs of total surrender he knew were sure to come. 

Suddenly, Rusty felt her body begin to desert her. Her squirming buttocks 
jerked involuntarily back and forth, slipping her saliva-soaked pussy up and 
down on his obscenely darting tongue, no longer able to resist the spasms of 
sheer sensual delight coursing through her veins. The unwelcome response 
struck her with its full impact, filling her with shame that she could enjoy 
the depraved sucking at her loins. 

After another long moment of desperate inner struggle the dam of feelings 
burst. Her aroused young body suddenly began a slow but wanton movement up 
against his thrusting tongue. Her hands locked fingers behind his bobbing 
head to press his face against her desire-moist loins so that he could 
barely breathe. Forgotten now were the thoughts of her unfaithful husband 
and the other woman in the taxi; forgotten the unexpected lewd scene she had 
witnessed only minutes before between her lover and the red-haired telephone 
operator. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure 
piercing her flesh like tiny needles of fire. 

The foreman felt the young blonde's sudden submission and with a savage 
force thrust his thick tongue deeper into the quivering moist sheath until 
he could feel her soft silky pubic hairs on his cheeks as she ground her 
loins in a slow hypnotic rhythm up against his buried face. She was his now, 
he gloated to himself. It was of no importance now whether she was a staunch 
woman's libber or not, she was becoming a slave to her passions just like 
every other high-minded dame. Between her lightly jouncing white breasts he 
watched the pleasurable agony of desire contorting her face-her eyes 
clenched shut, her lips baring back over the whiteness of her teeth. 

With growing excitement, Cabot sensed it wouldn't be long now until he 
rammed his cock deep into that white little belly of hers and shoot his 
lust-fired semen all the way up into her steaming tight pussy. The aloof 
young wife no longer could feel that she was too good for him-she was just 
another hot little bitch who would soon be screaming to be fucked by any 
cock she could get up between her thighs. 

Well, he gloated over her jerking loins. She'd get it all right-and get it 
good. 

But first, he had something else he wanted to do. What he had in mind would 
really let her know who was boss in this world once and for all. 

The relatively inexperienced young wife was totally unprepared for what came 
next. The last thing she had known was the insanely licking moistness 
bringing her throbbing hot clitoris closer and closer to the wildest orgasm 
she had ever expected, and then cool air rushed up between her trembling 
thighs as he forced his head away, shoving her clasping hands away with it, 
and then he was slithering up over her panting body. Her desire-ridden cunt 
ground vainly in little circles for the release that had been so near, and 
then she felt the weight of his buttocks on her rib cage. 

Rusty opened her eyes to see Bob Cabot reach down to squeeze her soft 
resilient breasts together forming a warm tunnel around his pulsing hard 
penis. He pushed them together so hard that the nipples met at the top, and 
then he held the aroused pink buds between the thumb and forefinger of his 
left hand, beginning a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his whole rigid 
shaft back and forth through the warm, flaccid channel formed by her 
breasts. With his other hand, he reached around to once more fondle and 
caress her wide open pussy behind him, stroking up and down in the moist 
hotness with his extended middle finger once or twice, and then beginning to 
drive it lewdly in and out of her desperately clasping vaginal wetness. Each 
time he slipped his finger back out of the slippery wetness, he let it flip 
lightly up over her quivering erect clitoris, causing her to begin again 
bucking her loins under him. He kept up the slow rocking motion between her 
breasts for a long time, feeling his penis growing and expanding until he 
was afraid it would erupt before he was ready. He sat still a moment 
enjoying the hot aching down in his balls, her hips undulating as she fucked 
her yearning cunt up against his motionless hand in a silent plea for more. 

At the same time he was tweaking and pulling at the rounded softness of the 
two white mounds surrounding his cock, he studied her face for reaction. Her 
eyes were open again now, gazing unseeing up at the ceiling. A thin smoky 
veil of passion obscured their dilating pupils. Her hips and ass-cheeks 
writhed on the bed beneath, her thighs limply kicking out and then drawing 
up again as though searching for some invisible lover to draw inside 
herself. Rusty was completely out of control and Cabot could see that 
nothing he did now would matter. She would accept any degradation he wanted 
to force on her to quell the fire that was raging in her vagina. 

His eyes locked on her sensuous full lips, moist from her tongue swirling 
senselessly around them as she suffered her unfulfilled desire. 

He moved up then so that his knees were on either side of her neck, his long 
thick cock throbbing directly out over her face. His heavy, cum-laden balls 
lay gently against her chin. Placing both his hands down behind her neck, he 
lifted her head up off the bed toward him so that her face and mouth were 
poised directly in front of the palpitating head of his cock. He pushed 
forward slightly until the tip of his penis was pressed gently against the 
full sensual softness of her glistening pink lips. Cabot groaned above her 
as he felt the soft lipsticked flesh brush against his sensitive glans. 

Rusty's lips closed at the first touch and her eyes came into focus again. 
At first she couldn't believe that the velvety warmth touching her lips was 
his penis, but then she saw the glistening clear moisture seeping from the 
tiny slit at the end and tried to jerk her face to the side. But Cabot's 
fingers tightened their grip in her blonde hair, forcing her head to stay 
where it was. She could feel the hard rubbery tip begging entrance into her 
tightly clamped lips, but she was equally determined not to take it into her 
mouth, moaning out her protests loudly into the room. 

The older man tightened the grip of his left hand in her hair and reached 
with his right to pinch her nostrils closed between his thumb and 
forefinger. 

Finally Rusty was forced to part her lips in order to breath, and Cabot did 
not waste a split second. He shoved forward with all his strength, quickly 
prying her mouth open with the thickness of his pulsing cock, shoving it 
brutally all the way into the back of her mouth. She was nearly choking on 
the long hot rod of flesh imbedded deep in her helpless mouth, and he 
finally remembered to release her nostrils and let her get some air. He 
could feel the steaming softness of her tongue flattened out beneath his 
thick, blood-engorged penis, and the smoothness of her lips clasped around 
him in a tight elastic ring of flesh. 

"Suck my cock, baby," he hissed down at her. "My cock will stay right where 
it is until you suck it and lick it with your tongue," he told her, at the 
same time making short strokes between her wide-held lips-just enough to let 
her know he was still master, and not yet ready to cum. 

The young blonde's eyes were filled with hurt and humiliation, but though 
her mind was racing blindly looking for a way out of what he wanted, she 
could think of no escape. With a guttural groan of unwilling acceptance, she 
clenched her eyes shut and started using her tongue, slowly at first, then 
forcing herself to swipe luxuriously around his throbbing glans. If the only 
way to relieve the pain and degradation was to make him grow to a climax, 
she was thinking, then she had to do it as quickly as possible. Already her 
wide-open jaws were tiring from the effort of keeping her teeth away from 
the loose skin of his impaling shaft and her neck felt as though it would 
break. 

Cabot began slowly slipping in and out of her laving hot mouth, feeling with 
pained intensity her lips moving down his cock, the tender hot flesh of her 
tongue circling his hardness intently, urging him to cum. 

She began to suck him with a moist, nibbling pressure, licking and curling 
her tongue around his lewdly invading thickness in time to his hand still 
burying itself repeatedly in her desire-flooded pussy. Oh God! Why did it 
have to be this, when her cunt was on fire for his long hard cock? His loins 
were growing hot and he was sweating between his legs as she continued 
sucking, slipping her open mouth up and down the length of his plunging rod. 
And as she sucked, his already immense penis only seemed to inflate more 
than ever beneath her rapidly swirling tongue. 

Suddenly she felt his loins begin to jerk wildly into her mouth, and nothing 
in the world could have stopped the liquid white flow that came rushing like 
a burst hose up from his aching testicles and out the tip of his crazily 
pulsating penis. 

Cabot gripped his young employee's head tighter with his hand and shoved his 
exploding cock deep into the back of her throat, hearing her groan beneath 
him as the first needle-thin spurt of burning hot semen flooded into her 
helpless mouth, bloating her cheeks into little bulges on her face. Her 
Adam's apple worked furiously up and down as she swallowed to keep from 
choking on the thick sperm so lewdly filling her mouth to the brim. 

The paunchy foreman watched her cheeks alternately bloating and hollowing as 
she convulsively sucked him dry, and, momentarily exhausted, he braced 
himself with his hand in her hair to keep from falling from her body onto 
the bed. Her still unsatisfied pussy was grinding beseechingly up against 
his hand for release, but he was too weak to do anything for her at the 
moment. His deflating cock slipped wetly back out of her now reluctantly 
surrendering lips, in a lewd spider web thin white strands of his cum 
following after the depleted broad tip. 

Rusty felt like a borderline schizophrenic about to go over the edge. She 
still felt the unquenched desire approaching the flash point down between 
her legs, but at the same time the shame and degradation of the debauched 
act she had been forced to perform on a man she detested filled her with 
self-hatred for her continuing arousal. The slightly pungent, masculine 
taste of Cabot's semen still filled her mouth, and yet here she was wanting 
the longing in her vagina to be fulfilled! 

The conscience-torn young girl moaned in mixed meaning below him, scarcely 
noticing that his weight was lifted from her twisting and churning body. But 
then when his hand massaging at her cunt slipped up over the rounded 
fullness of her thigh as he lay down on the mattress beside her, she 
suddenly became frantic with desire. Her hands rushed down to the burning 
moist valley between her uncontrollably flexing thighs, fondling and 
caressing her steaming pussy with total abandon. 

Bob Cabot watched in disbelief as she began rhythmically finger fucking 
herself with her extended right middle finger, at the same time stroking the 
wet pink hair-lined flesh surrounding it with the fingers of her other hand. 
She looked like she was going out of her mind for it, and the thought of the 
high and mighty little bitch begging for it made his loins ache again. 
Sliding his calloused hands down to his soft limp cock, he began to squeeze 
its flaccid flesh and rub his loosely dangling balls to bring himself up to 
full, blood-hardened erection again. After all, he might never get another 
chance at her after tonight! 

It didn't take much to get him turned on again, what with the wantonly 
squirming blonde finger-fucking herself before his very eyes. As her finger 
stroked repeatedly in and out of her pink moist cuntal mouth, Cabot felt his 
penis slowly begin to harden again in his massaging fist. He grinned to 
himself proudly at his insatiable horniness and raised himself up over her 
wide-split loins again, his knees together between hers. Levering his 
thickly stiffened cock forward, he aimed its broad rubber tip directly for 
the glistening wet opening of her pussy. The lust-maddened young wife 
immediately slipped her finger out of the way and pulled the outer lips away 
to the sides to make the way easier for him. 

The older man paused but a moment to enjoy the quivering heat clasping 
around the throbbing tip of his cock, and then, with one long smooth stroke, 
rammed it all the way into her cervix. There was only the slightest 
resistance now from the fever-pitch of excitement she had reached, and he 
could feel the smooth wet walls of her cunt clamping around his aching 
hardness so firmly and wetly it almost drove him crazy. 

"Ohhhhhh!" Rusty moaned in a singing voice, feeling her throbbing vagina 
flower open to receive his lust-lengthened thickness deep into her womb. She 
began to move in wild abandoned jerks beneath him, muttering incoherent 
words to urge him on. 

Setting up a steady slow rhythm, Cabot plunged his penis up and up, deeper 
and deeper into the warm soft oven of her cunt, feeling her vagina 
flourishing wetly before him as though she had never been fucked in her 
life. 

"Oooooooh, God. Yes, yes," she cried out into the room as he pumped always a 
little faster, a little harder, her forehead covered with a light coat of 
glistening perspiration that plastered her disheveled blonde hair to her 
temples. Then he slithered his strong rough hands under the wildly pumping 
cheeks of her buttocks and cupped them tight, raising them up off the bed 
for greater access to her open and pleading loins. 

From that position, he squirmed down into her open pussy with all the 
strength of his hips and thighs, the smooth raw flesh of her inner cuntal 
walls clasping and unclasping like a heartbeat around his nearly bursting 
cock. He pulled his head back to watch the young wife's ecstatic face. Her 
nostrils were flaring and her eyes, open wide now, gazed glassily up into 
the room, a wild and unsatiated desire burning like pinpoints of fire in her 
pupils. 

"Oh, oh. Deeper. Harder. Fuck me-fuck me!" she begged him, gasping as if she 
were close to death. Swinging her soft, tender thighs up higher, she doubled 
herself up beneath him like a ball of lust-maddened flesh. Cabot wrapped his 
arms around her knees under him, flattening her upper thighs down onto her 
breasts. Now there was nothing beneath his pounding loins impending his 
onslaught into her upthrusting cunt. 

"I'm cumming! I'm cummmmmmmmmmingggggg!" Rusty suddenly cried out in an 
agonized gasp of intense passion, locking her ankles tightly against his 
laboring back, waving her ass-cheeks in uncontrolled abandon from side to 
side and spiraling her cunt crazily up and down on his hotly plunging rod of 
flesh. 

At the same time, the blonde snaked her arms up around his neck and with 
total abandon, smashed her open mouth tight to his. He could still taste on 
her soft lips the pungent flavor of the sperm he had spurted into her throat 
such a short time ago. 

Her body arched and she held tightly to him, not moving but quivering and 
jerking against him as her orgasmic secretions spewed out around his still 
hard-driving penis, seeping down the wide-split crevice of her trembling 
buttocks to drench his drum-tight balls as they slapped hard into her tiny 
puckered anus below. 

Though Cabot had been sucked dry a few short minutes ago, the wildness of 
the girl's climax had started a slow aching pressure deep within his balls 
again. He knew it wouldn't be long before he had a second mind-shattering 
orgasm himself, and he wanted it a different way. Without letting his 
blood-engorged cock slip from her throbbing hot vagina, the company foreman 
raised his chest up slightly from her legs trapped in a jackknife beneath 
him, turning her over onto her side. His slithering cock still pumped easily 
up into the cum-flooded softness of her cunt as he lifted her by the hips 
until she was dog-like on her knees in front of him, her naked white 
buttocks upturned before his hungering gaze. He was fucking into her from 
behind now, the force of his long deep strokes rocking her bent-over body 
back and forth on the bed in front of him. 

Digging his calloused fingers harshly into the giving softness of her 
quivering ass-cheeks, he increased the viciousness of his strokes so that 
his pelvis smacked hard against her buttocks while he watched the glistening 
pink flanges of her cunt clasping to his lunging rod. Her tightly puckered 
anal ring nestled tantalizingly in the narrow curving crevice above his 
hardened shaft flashing in and out of her still welcoming pussy, and he felt 
an almost overwhelming urge to fuck her there. He knew it would hurt her at 
first, but with the moisture from her flooding hot cunt, he could probably 
get it in. 

With a sadistic grin he clamped his fingers tighter into her softly fleshed 
buttocks to hold her in place. Then he slipped his glistening wet cock out 
of the young woman's wide-stretched pussy and set it firmly in place with 
his thumbs at her tiny pink anal ring. 

On the outstroke his pistoning cock had been in Rusty's moistly churning 
cunt, and then on the next instroke it was shoving its way by sheer force up 
into the narrower confines of the tight little anus. Cabot reached up with 
one hand to grip her shoulder and pull her cringing buttocks back onto him. 

"Argggggh! NO, don't! It hurts!" Rusty screamed before him as she thrashed 
and bucked from the sudden painful entrance into her defenseless rectum. But 
he paid no heed, relentlessly shafting up into her virginal anal opening, 
rushing up the tight nether channel until his slight paunch smacked flat 
against her wildly jerking buttocks. 

Rusty was fastened inescapably to him now, her eyes bulging open, her long 
blonde hair whipping from side to side as she tried to free herself from the 
excruciating thickness. She could feel his throbbing penis inside her like a 
heart beating in her anus, each pulse shoving her inner walls a little 
farther outward from his hardness, until finally she could hardly bear to 
breathe again. 

The young wife felt him up behind her beginning to stroke smoothly in and 
out, with short and shallow thrusts at first, but then gradually lengthening 
until just the expanded glans at the end was left inside before he shoved 
back into her up to the hilt. 

Cabot gritted his teeth from the unbearable tightness of the narrow opening, 
pulling his lips back in a grimace of mingled pain and pleasure. He had 
never felt such a hot clasping pressure around his cock and the lewd 
sensations were driving him crazy. He continued steadily stroking for a 
minute, and then the impossible began to happen. 

With a low mewling sound like an animal in heat, Rusty began to rock gently 
with him, meeting his inward thrusts with her back-pushing buttocks, 
grinding the milk-white half-moons lasciviously into his loins to take as 
much of his lusty cock as she could. She was enjoying it now in spite of the 
lingering pain, and she moaned and panted her passionate pleas in all the 
obscenities she had ever heard. 

"Ohhh. Fuck it! Fuck my ass!" she quavered back at him in a pleading, 
lust-altered voice. 

Bob Cabot sweated and grunted up behind her wildly working ass-cheeks, 
pounding harder and harder into her tight-clutching rectum. It wouldn't be 
long now, he was thinking. But he wanted to make this final debasement of 
the formerly aloof young women's libber to last as long as possible, and he 
did his best to keep from cumming. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

After Rusty had fled from the open doorway where she had seen her lover 
fucking the red-haired telephone operator, Ronny Hodges had pushed unabated 
toward his orgasm. Nor had Lucy Anne let the young lineman rest after that. 
She had climbed on top of him and worked him over with her hands and mouth 
until he could once again screw her with a hard thick penis, this time with 
her sitting up over him. 

Now as he lay almost completely satiated on the bed beside the heavily 
breathing Lucy Anne, Ronny began to wonder what had become of the girl he 
really wanted to be with, after the shocking scene she had witnessed so 
briefly before running away. 

It had been obvious to the handsome young man, when he had taken Rusty that 
day in the deserted house, that she was not a woman accustomed to playing 
around with other men, and he had respected her unspoken wish not to be 
reminded of their folly. But she had sent him a message to come to this club 
tonight, or so Lucy Anne had told him, and perhaps she had decided she did 
want to fuck him again. There was no doubt in his mind that the young blonde 
was having troubles with her husband; she had told him that much in the few 
brief personal conversations they had had. 

All of a sudden he wondered what his boss Bob Cabot had in mind being with 
the fairly innocent young wife, and he threw his legs over the edge of the 
bed to put his clothes on. 

"Where are you going?" Lucy Anne asked him lazily from the bed where she lay 
naked, her tapered white thighs flung wide in the position she had fallen 
into after her last orgasm. 

"I want to find Rusty," he told her, looking around for his shorts. 

"Hell, I'll bet she's just down the hall," Lucy Anne told him. "You don't 
need your clothes. Just wrap something around your middle if you're shy." 
Without stopping to dress, Lucy Anne got up from the bed and went to the 
door. 

Before Ronny could say anything, the redhead was already through the open 
door and stepping boldly down the hallway. He shrugged his shoulders and 
followed her, watching as she held her ear to several closed doors until 
finally her face lit up and she smiled knowingly at Ronny. 

"They're in here," she said. "Want to see for yourself?" With that she flung 
the unlocked door wide open and waited for Ronny to lead the way. 

The virile young man heard the passionate groaning before he saw what was 
going on in the room. Even so, Ronny could hardly believe his eyes when he 
looked through the door and saw the couple on the bed. Crouched behind 
Rusty's upthrust white buttocks was their foreman Bob Cabot, pumping for all 
he was worth in between the young blonde's widespread buttocks. 

Ronny's first thought was that Rusty had been putting him on about being so 
pure and faithful for her husband. If she had been, how could she possibly 
have ended up like this, obviously enjoying having Bob Cabot fuck her in the 
anus? 

How stupid can a guy be? he thought bitterly to himself as he looked on 
stunned by his pretty co-worker's eager response. Ronny could feel his 
recently depleted cock jerking into hardness again, and he let Lucy Anne 
push him aside while she closed the door behind them. 

"Come on, handsome," the redhead told him, playfully tugging at his 
awakening penis. "I want it that way too." 

"Get lost, red," the ex-marine snarled at her without even looking in her 
direction. Mingled with the rising excitement down in his loins was a 
feeling of cheated anger and rage that he had let himself be fooled by the 
blonde now glancing his way as though she had never seen him before. He was 
further enraged by the sight of this greedy older man getting the benefit of 
Rusty's uncontrollable lust. 

Making a sudden decision, Ronny stepped up to the bed and attempted to pull 
the wildly pumping Cabot from his position up behind the moaning blonde 
wife. 

Cabot merely laughed gutturally at the ineffectual arms encircling his 
chest, the fire burning out of control down in his loins giving him the 
strength of ten men. Instead, he rolled heavily over onto his back, pulling 
the impaled Rusty with him so that she now lay on top of him, her naked 
loins openly exposed to the younger man's gaze. The muscles of Rusty's flat 
white belly were straining to the breaking point from the pressure of her 
legs falling down on either side of Cabot's body, until finally she managed 
to plant both her feet high up on his outstretched thighs, her knees bent to 
relieve the pain in her rectum from Cabot's deeper penetration in this new 
position. 

Standing above them still stark naked, his bulging hard cock throbbing at 
the lurid view of the young blonde's cum-smeared pink cunt, Ronny could see 
the thick dark shaft of Cabot's penis protruding from Rusty's anus beneath. 
Ronny watched the moistness up between her thighs with greedy eyes, the 
hair-lined slit making tiny nibbling motions in the air as she continued 
screwing her ass-cheeks back down onto Cabot's lewdly impaling hardness. 
Rusty's full ripe breasts were dancing wildly on her chest above Cabot's 
arms locked beneath their voluptuous softness, and the helpless blonde 
looked so open and inviting in this pose that the young lineman could barely 
resist throwing himself on top of her hopelessly trapped body. 

"Come on, you cunt-hound. Do it!" Cabot goaded his crew member. This was 
turning out to be a real treat, he thought-after this, the snotty little 
blonde would have to think twice before she got up on her high horse with 
him again! 

Moving swiftly in the heat of his rage, Ronny groaned deep in his throat and 
knelt up on the bed between Cabot's outspread knees, his long hard cock 
throbbing with anticipation at the sight of the blonde-fringed pussy eagerly 
awaiting him. As he glanced up at her face, Ronny could tell that Rusty was 
almost out of her mind with desire, and though he hated to share her 
ecstasies with Bob Cabot, he could not keep from crawling up over her wildly 
thrashing body with punishment in mind. Positioning himself above the young 
blonde's gyrating cunt, he aimed his rigidly pulsating cock at the tender 
wet pussy flesh below. 

The muscular young man pushed Rusty's thighs still farther apart as he moved 
into position. Then grasping his hard, aching cock in his hands, he guided 
it without a moment's delay deep into the moist open cavern of her cunt. 

"Ohhhhhhh, Goooooood!" Rusty groaned as his lust-enraged cock slithered 
unimpeded up inside her tingling belly, joining Cabot's penis already buried 
there in her rectum. Rusty lay gasping for breath between the two muscular 
men, only dimly aware of the fact that it was Ronny Hodges who had joined 
Cabot in ravishing her helpless body. Something in the back of her mind told 
her she should be humiliated and ashamed, but she could only acknowledge the 
uncontrollable passion racking her body. She rocked back and forth, 
sandwiched between the two of them, impaled on their cocks like an insect, 
with only the thin wall of flesh between her anus and her cunt separating 
the two pummeling shafts of male flesh. 

Ronny, already excited from watching Cabot's cruel rape of the young wife's 
anus began to furiously fuck into her hot moist pussy, while Cabot beneath 
began thrusting up with long hard strokes into the depths of her over-filled 
rectum. It took a moment, but then they achieved a natural rhythm, buffering 
her between them like a child's rag doll. 

Rusty was uttering low moaning sounds which went on and on all the time they 
ground into her from the front and back, occasionally loosing a deeper groan 
from her chest as they bumped into her loins with harder and harder force. 

The redheaded Lucy Anne watched as if hypnotized, staring at the two 
blood-thickened shafts of flesh skewering into Rusty's splayed out loins 
like twin battering rams. The older woman's excited lust laden eyes gleamed 
as she viewed the moist long cocks glistening as they fucked in and out, the 
stretched pink edges of the blonde's pussy drawing back with Ronny's penis 
on the outstroke and disappearing back inside as he rammed it home again 
deep in her belly. The other thick cudgel was clasped tightly by the young 
girl's rubbery anal ring as Cabot drove his slippery cock relentlessly up 
between her quivering white buttocks. On and on it went, filling Lucy Anne's 
loins with an envious desire that made her clitoris tremble almost to the 
point of vicarious orgasm. The red-haired woman had never seen anything like 
it in her life and found it hard to believe that the sexually aloof young 
blonde she had been working with could get so lost in her own sensations 
that she no longer seemed to know or care what was happening or who was 
doing it to her, as long as it didn't stop. 

Lucy Anne would have believed it impossible, but it was happening before her 
very eyes. Rusty was enjoying getting fucked by two men at the same time, 
one of them a man she had never liked! 

To Rusty, it was a kind of overwhelming masochistic joy, enhanced by the 
very helplessness of her position and the obscene lewdness of being screwed 
out of her senses like this by two men at once.-She finally found a place to 
rest her ankles, in the crook of Ronny's knees, and her hips began to jerk 
backwards to meet the upthrust into her impaled anus and then forward again 
to swallow Ronny's cock whole as it plunged into her steaming wet pussy. Her 
body felt as though it would come apart at the seams, and a series of tiny 
pre-orgasms began rippling through her loins, even the narrow cock-stuffed 
passage of her rectum quivering excitedly in time with her clitoris. 

"Ohhhh, ohhh, ahhh," she chanted rhythmically with each of their furious 
strokes into her cunt and up between her widespread ass-cheeks. Wilder and 
wilder they drove into her, while between them the passion-crazed blonde 
churned and twisted as though she had gone mad. 

Then she moaned loudly and jerked her pelvis back and forth with machine-gun 
rapidity. 

"Oh God! Ohhhhh. Keep it up! Fuck me harder! I'm cumming! Ohhhhh, God! Don't 
stop!" Rusty sobbed out her orgasm that seemed to go on and on until she 
thought and hoped it would never stop. Her loins swung back and forth, 
around and around, searching out every ounce of the maddening sensation 
flooding her wildly heaving belly. 

Bob Cabot below her sensed that the young blonde bitch had lost all her 
reserve and inhibition, a total conquest that made him feel like a powerful 
king. And he lunged upward into her hotly clasping anus, imbedding his 
jerking cock as far up as it would go, as the rush of his semen began 
streaming upward from the sanctity of his testicles. 

"Innnnnngggggh! There's some cum in your ass, baby," he grunted into her 
ear, savoring the way her buttocks were clenching into hard little balls 
against his pelvis. 

At the same moment, Ronny Hodges felt the boiling sperm once more boiling up 
from his aching balls, and he doubled the speed of his long hard strokes, 
fucking his exploding cock repeatedly up against Rusty's still quivering 
cervix. He could feel her cum-moistened pussy clasping and unclasping around 
his violently throbbing shaft. The ex-marine pumped his virile sperm far up" 
into her convulsing belly until finally he rammed his penis all the way in 
and held it there, vibrating like a trembling thick branch up inside her as 
she continued twisting her cunt around his lust-sensitized hardness. 

Finally it was over, the softening cocks slipping wetly back out of Rusty's 
two wide-stretched, cum-soaked openings. Ronny rolled from her limp, 
satiated body and collapsed beside the other two spent forms on the bed. He 
heard a slight popping noise as Cabot's thick shaft slipped from the 
tightness of the young wife's anus, looking through half-closed eyes at her 
upthrust swollen breasts heaving as she gasped to regain her breath. 

Lucy Anne, unbearably aroused by what she had just witnessed, was now 
leaning her face close to Rusty's wide-open pussy. She could see Cabot's 
deflated penis below the girl's softly rounded buttocks, and the pinkly 
glistening inner folds of Rusty's vagina still palpitating as a thin stream 
of white semen seeped out between them. Lucy Anne herself was right on the 
verge of having another orgasm, and with a groan she touched her fingertips 
to her own hotly throbbing clitoris, sending herself into an ecstasy of lewd 
joy. As she ground her desire-drenched pussy around on her hand, the older 
woman suddenly dropped her head to Rusty's loins, licking the precious, 
obscene liquid out of the girl's smooth cuntal furrow with her pinkly 
extended tongue. 

After cumming with a force that made her knees weak, Lucy Anne fell beside 
the others on the bed, nobody willing or able to speak for what seemed an 
eternity. 

"How'd you two like our little party?" Lucy Anne finally breathed, pleased 
with herself for having arranged it so well. 

Abruptly, all of Rusty's temporarily repressed feelings of shame and outrage 
came flooding back into her mind as she returned to her senses, taking 
notice for the first time of her lewd position on top of Cabot. The other 
three said nothing, watching her with bemused eyes as the young wife 
struggled to get up from the bed, tears suddenly streaming down her cheeks. 

Blinded by tears of humiliation, Rusty ignored the condemning presence of 
her co-worker, hastily throwing on her clothes while they watched. At that 
moment the blonde never wanted to see any of them again. As the young wife 
hurried out the door she inadvertently caught a glimpse out of the corner of 
her eye of the trio lying exhausted on the huge double bed, and she gasped 
in horror and self-recrimination. Then she was gone. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Rusty no longer could remember exactly what she had done last night after 
leaving the private club. She had never felt so alone and wounded before in 
her life. The young wife remembered having jumped into her car and driven 
blindly on the expressway going from one end of the island to the other, 
stopping occasionally at roadside bars for another conscience-killing drink. 
She knew she could not expect comfort of any kind from her husband, 
particularly after seeing him with another woman, and yet she felt she had 
to talk to someone, to explain how she had come to be acting the part of a 
two-dollar whore. But whom? 

Mixed up with her feelings of self-disgust, the young blonde had to admit 
that she had somehow been more sexually satisfied by this degrading evening 
than she had ever been with her husband. This only added to her confusion, 
however, nearly driving her mad with shame and remorse at what she had done. 

Finally, waking up Sunday morning about dawn in the parking lot of a 
supermarket where she must have pulled in the night before, Rusty decided 
there was only one thing to do. 

She would have t" leave. 

It was impossible to think of staying with her husband Mack now. or of 
having to work every day for God knew how long with Bob Cabot, not to 
mention Ronny Hodges or Lucy Anne Forbes. Actually, she did not feel the 
same strength of repulsion toward the younger Ronny, although at the moment 
she couldn't admit it, even to herself. 

By the time Rusty had driven home and started packing the clothes she would 
need her husband hadn't even bothered to come home the night before-the 
distraught young blonde had reconciled herself to going to another city and 
trying to begin a new life. 

It was when Rusty was choosing which purses from her wardrobe to take with 
her that she realized with a shock that she had no money. She was only paid 
once every two weeks, and all that she had brought home a week ago had 
already been spent paying off the bills. There was a whole week, Five more 
working days, before she could conceivably afford to take off on her own. 

Nevertheless, she decided to put her suitcases in the trunk of her car, and 
tomorrow morning when she got to work she would ask a girl she knew if she 
could move in for the week. The blonde would have to put up with one more 
night with her husband, Mack, but no more than that. There was not even the 
slightest impulse to tell him in advance that she was leaving. Let him find 
out when she didn't come home on Monday night. 

Mack finally returned shortly after twelve noon, looking tired, and 
obviously suffering from a bad hangover. Rusty said nothing to him when he 
dragged in the front door, merely casting one glance filled with accusation 
in his direction. Mack slept most of the afternoon, getting up a few times 
to take aspirin and drink tomato juice. 

By night, he was in good enough condition to shower and shave, and then he 
went straight to the liquor cabinet in the living room and mixed himself a 
double martini. Rusty had never known him to drink so much. Obviously he too 
was feeling the tension that had gradually built up between them over the 
past few months. They avoided getting into conversation over dinner, tacitly 
agreeing that they would only end up in an argument no matter what they 
started talking about. 

That night, without any discussion at all, Mack carried a pillow and blanket 
into the living room and slept on the couch. Rusty lay alone on their wide 
double bed, suffering a few regrets that their one year long marriage had so 
suddenly deteriorated and was now ending up on the rocks. She had never 
thought that it would turn out like this for her and Mack, but it had 
happened now and nothing they could do would ever change things. That much 
she knew instinctively. Once two people had hurt each other time and time 
again, the innumerable tiny wounds never really healed. The relationship 
would never be the same even if they were to kiss and make up. 

Feeling a little sorry for herself, having no place to go and no one to go 
with her, Rusty gently cried herself to sleep, her pretty young face turned 
into the damp pillow. 

* * * 

The next morning Rusty and Mack as usual prepared themselves for work and 
went their separate ways. With a slight twinge of regret, and an 
inexplicable feeling of pity for her unaware husband, Rusty locked the door 
behind her for the last time, placing the keys in the mailbox and a short 
note asking Mack not to bother trying to find out where she was staying. She 
didn't really believe he would take the trouble, but just in case, and out 
of an impulse to hurt him just a little, she felt she had to leave some 
brief sign of a farewell. 

The day at work was one just like all other Monday mornings, except that 
Rusty and Ronny could not look at each other, treating each other like 
perfect strangers even after Bob Cabot left them alone to continue 
outfitting the last telephone poles of the line they were working on. Rusty 
thought that Cabot made a suggestive little smirk as he left, and the other 
members of the crew seemed to be studying her with a prurient curiosity. 
Cabot was the kind of person who would like nothing better than to tell 
everyone he knew about his Saturday night conquest, and the young blonde 
cringed inwardly to think that by now her fellow workers had probably heard 
the whole story. 

That evening, after Cabot had first picked her and Ronny up then stopped for 
the string crew working behind them, Cabot suddenly turned to the open 
window and called into the back of the truck where Rusty was sitting with 
the others. 

"Hey Brown," the coarse foreman called out her name. "I think this belongs 
to you." 

The blood drained from Rusty's face when she saw dangling from his extended 
forefinger her tattered white bikini panties that he had ripped from her on 
Saturday night. Rusty gasped out loud and froze to her seat. The all man 
work crew began chuckling then, waiting to see how she would react. 

At that moment Ronny happened to glance in the rear-view mirror and saw what 
Cabot held in his hand. He slammed on the brakes and pulled the crew cab off 
to the side of the country road, immediately turning off the engine. The 
strong young linesman grasped his boss' shirt by the collar in his left hand 
and with one forceful blow rammed his right fist into the startled foreman's 
face. Cabot blinked his eyes in disbelief as if he couldn't understand, 
blood running from his twisted nose, and then he felt the second blow hit 
his chin. The older man crumpled down into the seat, unconscious and limp. 

In a flash Ronny Hodges was out of the front seat, and opening the back door 
of the truck and lifting Rusty out onto the ground. The crew sat there 
thunderstruck, their eyes filled with disbelief that the young man had 
punched the foreman in the nose and knocked him out. 

"Come on, Rusty," he growled angrily. "Let's leave these creeps before some 
of their bad smell rubs off on us," he told her, staring challengingly into 
the back of the truck. 

When the two young telephone workers had walked about a mile up the road, 
the crew truck passed them, going at a fast clip back toward town. Ronny 
could see that Cabot was conscious now, hunched up in the front seat holding 
a handkerchief to his nose. 

"Well, that's that," he mused out loud. 

"N-Now what will you do?" Rusty asked in a voice still edged with 
embarrassment and tears. There was no doubt in her mind that Cabot would 
fire Ronny and perhaps herself, in addition to which he could conceivably 
have Ronny arrested. 

"I'm tired of this place anyway," Ronny told her without looking in her 
direction. "I've been thinking of heading out west to look for work, maybe 
San Francisco." 

Rusty's imagination flew into action. Why couldn't they go somewhere 
together? At least until they both found something to do, and a place to 
live. 

"I-I packed my bags last night. They're in the trunk of my car. I-I've 
decided to leave my husband and go to another city myself," she offered, 
watching his reaction out of the corner of her eye. Especially after the way 
he had joined in with Cabot in humiliating her, she had no reason to think 
that Ronny would want her along. But he had stood up for her personal 
respect in the crew cab. 

Ronny did not reply for a long time, lost in his own thoughts. 

"We could leave together," he finally suggested. He had thought things over 
after leaving the club Saturday night, and had decided-hoped-that Rusty had 
somehow been an innocent victim of Cabot's deal with Lucy Anne. 

"I-I'd like that," Rusty told him, still not looking into his eyes. 

Suddenly Ronny stopped walking and turned to her. 

"Listen, Rusty," he said earnestly. "You probably don't have any more money 
than I do. How about one of us selling a car to give us something to go on. 
Chances are we won't see the money the company still owes us, at least not 
for awhile. What do you say?" His face was excited now, and he held her by 
the upper arms with both hands. 

"That's a great idea, Ronny," she replied finally, looking into his gentle 
dark eyes for the first time that day. They continued staring into each 
other's gaze for a long moment, and then they broke into a smile, pressing 
their bodies together tightly in a warm embrace. 

"I'll bet old Cabot didn't know what a big favor he was doing for us," he 
laughed. Then he turned Rusty's face up to his and planted a moist, 
open-mouthed kiss on her lips. Their tongues lashed and probed together 
until they were both breathing heavily, giving them a brief preview of the 
pleasures they had in store together. Finally Ronny reluctantly pulled his 
throbbing loins away from hers. 

"Come on, Rusty, let's hit the road," he cried out happily, and the two of 
them set out walking at a brisk pace up the road, occasionally laughing 
together as they remembered they were at the beginning of a totally new 
adventure. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

It was not the sort of life that Rusty Brown would ever have envisioned for 
herself, but she never even thought about it. She lived every day just to 
enjoy herself, not even noticing that she had given up certain middle class 
attitudes that had been part of her since she could remember. The young 
blonde glanced around the third-floor walk-up she and Ronny had taken when 
first arriving in San Francisco only two weeks ago. At first, they had 
agreed they would take it only because it was cheap, a stop-gap until they 
had found work and had more money. Then they would see. It was conceivable 
that they might want to go their separate ways after living together awhile 
under the same roof. The apartment was in a section of the city where a lot 
of so-called hippies lived, and was furnished with randomly collected junk 
pieces so typical of the other places she had seen nearby. A huge wooden 
door set on four painted milk crates formed a coffee table between two foam 
rubber mattresses which served both as couches by day and beds by night. A 
huge white paper Japanese lantern hung over the table. There were no chairs 
in the room, only large cushions flung around in various corners. 

Rusty smiled to herself. They did almost everything in that one large room 
with windows, looking out toward the bay. They ate meals at the door-table, 
sat on the couch when they were talking, or entertaining the few friends 
they had made. Even made love there, an act they both still looked forward 
to all day long. It was the easiest house to take care of she had ever lived 
in, and while her upbringing made it difficult for her to accept that she 
could live under such conditions, little by little she had come to like 
their simple world of few possessions. 

What more could anybody want? she asked herself for the hundredth time. They 
had a serviceable kitchen, a bathroom, and a room which served at the same 
time as a dining room, a bedroom, and a living room. They had found they no 
longer needed a car, and had sold hers shortly after arriving in the west 
coast city, for they had badly needed the money. It was fun riding the cable 
cars up and down the hilly avenues. 

Shortly after they arrived, some of the younger couples living in their 
building had found out that Ronny had been an electrician at one time, and 
before long he was doing all kinds of work for the hippie-like 
superintendent. It was good for them to have somebody like Ronny actually 
living in the neighborhood, and soon he was making plenty of money, working 
more or less as it suited him. Nobody else got up much before twelve noon, 
so he could stay up late at night and work afternoons as he felt like it. 

It wasn't long before they had both relaxed into a slow calm existence which 
they found they both liked. Now it seemed to Rusty that any other way was 
just plain silly. Never these days did she have the slightest inclination to 
get back into the conventional life she had left behind. 

Then too, dealing with the relatively free young people they mingled with in 
their new life exposed them to a lot of new ideas that made sense in a 
strange sort of way. Rusty had even lost all interest in the women's lib 
movement, seeing it now as an irrelevant question. Anyway, as it was now, 
whoever worried about the dishes being dirty washed them, whoever thought of 
eating, cooked. 

But even more important to the young blonde was the total freedom in sex 
that the younger couples seemed to have. The first time it was brought to 
her attention, they had invited the people next door over for some Chinese 
food Ronny had brought home. He had naturally bought about twice as much as 
they would be able to eat, so they had thought of sharing it. 

Billy and Barbara, the couple who came, were in their early twenties and had 
brought a few marijuana cigarettes with them, as seemed to be the custom 
among this segment of society. After refusing to smoke the drug at first. 
Rusty saw how the others began to enjoy themselves, and since it did not 
seem to be having any bad effects on them, she joined in. She had been 
cautious at first, not knowing what to expect, but then she began to feel 
free and relaxed. Food tasted better than anything she had ever eaten 
before, and the colors in the cheap Indian bedspreads on the foam mattresses 
seemed to glow and shine before her very eyes. 

Then, before she knew what was happening, they were all having a good time 
together, dancing to the sounds of a phonograph the young couple had run to 
get from their apartment. Rusty was a little uneasy when she later noticed 
the couple lying close together on the mattress, kissing and fondling each 
other. But then after a few more drags on the marijuana cigarette, it didn't 
seem so embarrassing, and they had ended up making love while Rusty and 
Ronny danced and laughed together. There had been a time when such behavior 
would have shocked her slightly puritancial nature, but suddenly, making 
love seemed the most natural thing in the world. Before long after that, she 
and Ronny, if they wanted to, could make love while other people were 
present, though they didn't make a practice of doing it. 

Today, Rusty busied herself as usual, first by doing some food shopping, 
then walking the neighborhood looking into the shop windows, and later in 
the afternoon she worked at her new hobby of crocheting exotic looking 
handbags. The blonde had been told that there were boutiques which would buy 
them from her, and she was trying to get several done to take around. About 
nine o'clock that night, Ronny showed up, accompanied by a shy young couple 
whose wiring had blown out from all the strobe lights they had turned on the 
night before. 

"Hey Rusty," Ronny greeted her in high spirits. "Guests for the night, 
Roberta and Carlos. I can't get their lights back on till tomorrow, and it's 
a drag in their apartment without them. 

Rusty said they were welcome, looking them over as they made themselves at 
home on one of the foam rubber mattresses. Roberta was like so many other 
young girls Rusty saw on the streets of San Francisco. She couldn't have 
been more than fifteen years old, tall, with a slim but well proportioned 
body. The teenage girl wore no make-up, and her brown hair was brushed 
straight back, reaching almost down to her wide leather belt. The young 
girl's ripely rounded breasts jutted enticingly into the material of her 
U.S. Army shirt, while the tight-fitting jeans she wore left nothing to the 
imagination about the shape of her long tapered legs, not to mention her 
widely flaring hips and narrow waist. 

Like so many other girls of her type, Roberta made no attempt to make 
herself glamorous or beautiful, but she was a naturally exciting female to 
look at, and very feminine in her own way. 

"Have you been in San Francisco long?" Rusty asked the young brunette, 
sitting down on the opposite side of the coffee table. 

"About thirty-six hours," the teenage girl answered a little shyly. 

Then the young man who was with her broke in. 

"Roberta didn't have a place to stay, that's how we got together. I saw her 
wandering the streets and figured she was new in town, so I invited her in," 
Carlos said. He had a slight Mexican accent as he spoke, and now that Rusty 
looked more closely his face had a definite foreign look to it. 

"And she blew out your lights," Roberta laughed lightly. 

"Yeah, this chick wanted to see everything going at the same time-light 
show, strobes, record player, TV, you name it. It was the toaster that 
finished us, I think." 

"Well, I really needed some peanut butter on wheat germ toast," Roberta 
excused herself. She turned to Rusty again. "That's a real health food? 
peanut butter. Isn't it just great? I mean, I like peanut butter. It's not 
like seaweed or soybeans." 

Rusty laughed along with the two men at the teenager's naive comments. The 
young brunette was obviously a sweet old-fashioned small town girl trying to 
join a big city living and the world of the hippies. Rusty liked her, and 
wondered briefly if the girl had enough experience to take care of herself 
in the wild, free society she was about to become part of. Roberta could 
really get her feelings hurt, or worse, if she were not well prepared for 
it. 

"So you've moved in with Carlos," Ronny put in, running his eyes 
interestedly over the curvaceous young body stretched out opposite him on 
the mattress. 

Neither of the two younger people spoke for a moment, and there was an 
awkward silence. Finally Carlos broke it. 

"Well, actually, we're going to look for another place for Roberta 
tomorrow." 

"Oh. I see," said Rusty, not really understanding. She looked questioningly 
at Roberta. 

"He-Carlos says he never lets virgins sleep in his apartment," she explained 
in a low, embarrassed voice. 

"It's just that I'm not going to take that kind of responsibility," Carlos 
went on. "I mean, there are plenty of guys that like to be first, but you 
never know how it'll affect the girl." The young man talked as though he 
might have had some bad experiences of that sort, although he didn't look 
old enough to have been around that much. 

"You mean you don't want a beautiful little doll like Roberta?" Ronny asked. 

Rusty couldn't help noticing the interested look on Ronny's face at the 
mention of Roberta's virginity. His eyes began to gleam with a kind of lewd 
sensuality that she had seen there only once before-when she saw him leaning 
over her naked body on top of Bob Cabot's. It suddenly dawned on her that 
perhaps there was a side to Ronny's character that she didn't really know 
very well. 

"I do, man, I do. But she's got to move on, at least until she's a woman," 
Carlos opened his hands palms upward as if to say that was all he could say. 

"Well, maybe we can help you out," Ronny said in an insinuating voice. 

The silence that fell on the room was total. All three of the listeners were 
staring wide-eyed at Ronny Hodges, as if he had been speaking in a foreign 
language. Finally Carlos broke the stillness. 

"Come on, Roberta. I think we got to find another place to stay. Hell, we 
can use candles for one more night. I don't like the vibes here." He started 
to get to his feet, but Ronny smiled disarmingly and pushed him back down 
with his hand on Carlos' shoulder. 

"Aw, come on, Carlos. I was only kidding. Let's have a joint and relax. It 
was only a bad joke, honest." 

Carlos -eyed him suspiciously for a long moment, finally heaving a deep 
breath and relaxing back down onto the mattress. 

"Okay, friend. But don't get any funny ideas. 

Sabe?" 

"Sure, sure. You can trust me. Isn't that right, Rusty?" He glared at Rusty 
as if daring her to disagree. 

"I-I-yes, of course. Ronny is really cool," she finally stammered, her 
expression clouded with doubt. "He just talks too much sometimes." 

"Good, that's settled then," Ronny said with an air of finality. "Now, 
dinner's on us. How about some Indonesian food?" 

"Hey, that sounds great," the teenage girl responded. She was really looking 
over the handsome ex-marine in a surreptitious manner, as if deciding 
whether he would be acceptable to her for what now seemed a necessary step 
in her life. Now that she had left home and cut all ties behind her, she 
would have to fit in here or else. Roberta had no other choice, and if it 
meant giving up her innocence, then she would do it. This wasn't the first 
time that a boy had sent her on her way because she was either inexperienced 
or would not give in to his advances. 

When Ronny got ready to leave to pick up the Indonesian food from a take-out 
restaurant, Roberta waited until he was out the door and then jumped up to 
run after him. She didn't think the other two would take the trouble to 
persuade her not to go along, and she was right. 

Ronny was a little surprised to see the well-built young brunette following 
him down the steps, taking them two at a time. 

"I'm going with you," she told him happily, putting both hands around the 
thick muscles of his upper arm. "You're quite a man." Though Roberta was 
smiling up at his handsome face in an attempted seductive smile, his 
answering leer made her feel cold inside. She was nervous, but she had to go 
through with it if she could-she had to. Carlos couldn't throw her out then 
and she would have a pad, she thought to herself. That was the most 
important thing right now. Everybody on the streets had told her the same 
thing. Get a pad, they said, then dig the scene awhile-You'll find your own 
way of making it. 

Walking beside her, the handsome ex-marine felt his stomach tighten with 
excitement as he sensed the teenage girl's determination to have him be the 
first to fuck her. It promised to be an enjoyable evening if he could work 
it out. 

As it turned out, both Carlos and Rusty were pretty well stoned on marijuana 
by the time Ronny and the teenage brunette returned with the food. They were 
off in their own worlds, rapping together about truth and truthfulness on a 
philosophical level that wouldn't have been possible to either of them if 
they had not been under the influence of the powerful drug. 

Without losing a second. Ronny dug out another rolled joint of the drug and 
began passing it around. He knew that if Rusty got high enough she wouldn't 
notice anything that wasn't forced to her attention. Probably the boy Carlos 
would be the same. Besides, Ronny remarked to himself as he took a long drag 
on the marijuana cigarette before passing it on to the teenage virgin, 
unless I'm blind, those two will soon be so wrapped up in each other that 
the roof could fall in and they wouldn't notice. He noted with satisfaction 
that Roberta knew how to inhale the marijuana and hold it down. Then, to 
further occupy her dark-haired boy friend, and Rusty, he began to set out 
the various dishes of an Indonesian rice table. Soon everyone was busily 
trying each of the numerous tastes available to them, oohing and ahing over 
the euphoria the drug gave to their taste buds. 

After putting a tape of some Indian sitar music on the new cassette he had 
bought, Ronny returned to the table, sitting on the mattress next to the 
brown-haired Roberta. 

Rusty's blonde hair was almost touching the black curls of Carlos' head as 
they talked earnestly to each other over the loud music. 

"For your age, you've really got your head in the right place," Carlos was 
telling Rusty. 

"I like to think things out, that's all," Rusty replied, feeling hip and 
proud of herself. "And I'm not so old." 

Ronny spoke in a soft voice to the young, pretty teenager sitting close to 
him. 

"Were you serious out there in the hall? Do you want to make it?" 

Roberta sucked in her breath sharply, looking away from Ronny's intent gaze, 
then finally decided all over again that it was something she would have to 
go through sooner or later. The slight giddiness caused by the marijuana 
enabled her to boldly answer him. 

"If you want to, I'm willing," she told him, feeling her hands trembling 
with the force of her fear. 

"Come on over here, then," the handsome ex-lineman whispered to her. The 
other two didn't seem to notice as he led Roberta into an alcove by the 
bay-front window. He kicked three or four huge pillows together in a row and 
urged the young girl to sit down next to him. 

As soon as she leaned back against his arm resting on the window sill, Ronny 
pulled her to him and pressed his mouth warmly down over hers. Gradually he 
felt her stiffness relax and he pressed her fully rounded breasts tightly 
against his chest, as the innocent brunette reluctantly let his serpent-like 
tongue slip wetly into her mouth. 

Little by little Ronny felt the girl responding to his open-mouthed kisses, 
and his hands began roaming freely over the contours of her firm young body. 
He held her close to him while he leaned her gently back onto the pillows 
and continued his soothing caresses. He lay groaning softly on top of her 
young virgin body until her tongue had begun responding by lashing wetly up 
into his mouth, and then he decided the time had come. Gently, because the 
experienced lover knew the girl was young and still a virgin, Ronny began to 
undo her clothing. However, the shy young girl did not resist when the older 
man began unbuttoning her jeans. They were so tight fitting that Ronny had 
difficulty slipping them down over her full hips, but soon they were off and 
the captivating young brunette lay there with her long, supple legs 
completely naked, her flimsy pink panties barely covering the fullness of 
her soft pubic mound. 

Ronny toyed with the idea of fucking her first without bothering to take off 
her shirt to reveal her lush, heaving breasts, but he was looking forward to 
enjoying her young, fresh body too much to give up any part of it. 
Hurriedly, before she could change her mind, Ronny unbuttoned the army shirt 
and tossed it aside when she lifted herself up to help him remove it. Now he 
was moving fast. In a split second, it seemed he had undone the clasp of her 
brassiere to reveal the high-set proud mounds of white flesh to his hungry 
gaze, and then he had slipped her panties down over the smooth roundness of 
her gently flaring hips and thighs. His throbbing penis was jerking wildly 
as he quickly undressed himself, staring down at the narrow virginal slit of 
her little pussy. 

The shy and innocent girl gasped and held her breath for a long moment when 
she saw the hugeness of Ronny's long hard cock. But Roberta was determined 
to make herself eligible to live with Carlos, so she shut her eyes and 
waited as she felt Ronny place his hands on either side of her body and 
lower himself down over her vulnerable nakedness. There was a soft velvety 
nudge up between her trembling thighs when he lodged his desire-heated 
thickness in place between the tight hair-lined lips of her cunt, and she 
spread her legs farther apart to get more comfortable. 

Then there was an increase in the pressure and the young girl thought she 
was being torn by the huge rod of lust-engorged male flesh he was trying to 
shove up into her belly. 

Above the nervous but nevertheless willing brunette, Ronny was looking down 
between her ripe, upthrusting breasts at his blunt cock slowly disappearing 
into the moist softness of her excruciatingly tight pussy, and he sensed 
before it happened that she would flinch away from him. It was a useless 
attempt. He was ready for it and followed her retreating cuntal mouth, 
clenching his buttocks tightly together as he pushed forward with all his 
strength into the rubberily resisting opening up between her thighs. 

Suddenly nothing else mattered but ramming his blood-hardened cock into that 
tantalizing young virgin flesh. He no longer cared that Rusty and Carlos 
were within sight and hearing distance of what was going on. Gritting his 
teeth from the constricting pressure around his lust-swollen penis, Ronny 
drove relentlessly forward, burying it all the way up in her quivering cunt. 

"Agggh! It hurts!" the teenager gasped in pained astonishment. The innocent 
girl was wriggling beneath him, helpless to free herself from the pain, 
kicking her long legs out wide in the air, but only making her position 
worse. "Noo, noooo!" came the further cry of protest as his rock-hard cock 
plunged deeper and deeper into her tightly yielding pussy. At last his 
pelvis smashed hard into hers as he reached the end, his rigid fleshy column 
imbedded all the way up inside her quivering belly, the warm wet walls of 
her cunt squeezed tightly around it. 

"Jesus, baby, you cunt's so sweet. I can't wait!" Ronny groaned. And he 
didn't stop couldn't stop-not even to give her a chance to adjust to his 
sudden presence deep inside her womb. With a need that defied all conscious 
control, he just began to fuck her, stroking in and out between her 
trembling thighs for the one thing he was after-to spew his hot load of cum 
deep inside her innocent cunt. He would leave it to someone else to teach 
her how to get pleasure from the act, but he had no interest now in that 
part of it. She had been asking for it, and now she was getting it, and 
good. 

Ronny felt his cum boiling up from deep in his swollen testicles, and he 
increased his hard-driving tempo to its limit. And then it happened. His 
long throbbing cock began to jerk wildly up inside her now slightly more 
open pussy, spurting endless streams of hot semen deep into her quivering 
white belly, flooding her with the seed of his lust. 

Finally the wet explosion was over, and Ronny's slowly deflating cock began 
slipping back out of Roberta's newly stretched young vagina, coated with the 
moisture of his orgasm. Slowly he got up from her limp figure, ignoring her 
low moaning sounds. He had what he wanted, and he hurriedly put his clothes 
back on, pleasantly surprised that Rusty and Carlos had not come running at 
the girl's cries of anguish. He wouldn't have liked being interrupted. But 
the music was still going strong, possibly loud enough to have covered the 
noises they had made in the alcove. Buttoning his shirt, Ronny looked once 
more down at the softly sobbing virgin he had just deflowered and chuckled 
to himself. You'll get to enjoy it kid, he thought, and then you'll be glad 
for this. He leaned down and gave her a tender kiss, and then went over to 
join the others. 

As it turned out, Rusty and Carlos were engrossed in their drug-deepened 
conversation to notice Ronny's presence when he sat down back at the big low 
table. Finally he broke in during a short pause. 

"Roberta might want to talk to you for a minute, Carlos," the older man 
said. "She's over there by the window." 

Staring at Ronny with a worried look on his face, but not saying a word, the 
dark-haired boy got up slowly from his position on the mattress near Rusty 
and headed for the alcove. 

"What's going on?" Rusty asked with curiosity, following Carlos with her 
eyes. 

"Virginity will never be her problem again," Ronny told her with a pleased 
little grin. 

"My God, is that what you were doing?" Rusty cried out in a first reaction 
of jealous anger. She flew from her place on the foam mattress and ran 
toward the bay window alcove. 

The voluptuous teenage girl was stirring restlessly as Carlos kenlt beside 
her naked form with concern on his face. Her dark eyes fluttered open as she 
fought to regain control of her crying, and she smiled warmly up at her new 
male friend. His eyes flickered over her naked body, leaving no room for 
doubt in his mind about what had happened. 

"I-I think you can let me live with you in your pad now," Roberta told him 
in a quavering voice. She had made the ultimate sacrifice for him. 

"You mean that bastard did it?" he said incredulously. Carlos was torn 
between being furious with Ronny Hodges and thanking him for making this 
enticing young girl available to him; he had long ago vowed never to take 
advantage himself of teenage girls, but he had no qualms about taking in one 
who already had even the smallest background of experience. 

"Here, get dressed," he told her gently, gathering up her clothes. "Let's 
get out of here. This guy's got no soul," he said. Secretly he was grateful 
to Ronny, but he didn't want to show his feelings right now. 

"You poor thing," Rusty put in, helping the girl fix herself up. Ronny, how 
could you have been such a brute...." she let her voice trail off. 

"Cut the crap, will you?" Ronny said from across the room. "She got what she 
wanted, didn't she?" He now felt no remorse at all for what he had done. In 
fact, he told himself, he felt good. It had been a long time since he had 
been the first man for a girl, and he was surprised at the pleasant feeling 
of satisfaction it gave him. 

"Anyway," Carlos put in, a slight edge to his voice. "It's too late to do 
anything now. Remind me next time not to call an electrician. Let's go, 
Roberta." 

It was obvious to Rusty as the young couple left that she would never see 
them again. She was stunned and unhappy, because she had really enjoyed 
talking with Carlos, not to mention the fact that she had found him sexually 
appealing. Even in her new way of life, she had not yet gotten to the point 
where she could do as Ronny did and make out with everyone she met, but more 
and more she was coming to like the idea. Carlos was the first young man she 
had met since she and Ronny had been in San Francisco who appealed to her 
enough for her to get involved. 

"Don't worry," Ronny told her, reading her thoughts. "They'll be back. 
That's part of the deal." 

The young blonde runaway wife looked at him in surprise, suddenly beginning 
to get the picture. 

"You mean, you and Carlos cooked this up? You and he planned all along for 
it to turn out this way? How cold and unfeeling can you get?" 

"Well, we didn't exactly work it out in advance, but when I saw what their 
problem was, I made up my mind to fix 'em up. Not that it was any great 
chore," he chuckled. 

"Then how do you know they'll be back? Carlos didn't look too happy to me." 

"Aw, that was only part of an act. Though it wasn't said in so many words, 
he understood that if I got the chance it would happen. Anyway, it seems to 
me that you two were getting pretty chummy over there on the couch. Sooner 
or later, he'll get to thinking about throwing it to you, and believe me, 
he'll be back. If for no other reason, because he might believe he owes me 
one after I fucked Roberta." Ronny moved closer to the curvaceous young 
woman he had been living with since they left New York. 

"Now tell me the truth, you'd kind of like getting your hands on Carlos, 
wouldn't you?" Pulling her close to him, he leaned down and planted a soft 
wet kiss on the side of her neck, his right hand caressing her breast. 

"Mmmmm, it wouldn't be bad, I guess," Rusty told him in a husky voice, 
feeling desire smoldering down in her loins. She tried to picture Carlos' 
naked penis while she let her hands run down over Ronny's buttocks and then 
around to the slight bulge in the front of his trousers. She could feel his 
penis slowly coming to life under her lightly stroking fingers, surprised 
that so soon after what had happened with Roberta the two of them could be 
getting interested in each other. 

"He's quite a stud, if you can believe his stories," Ronny went on, pulling 
the blonde with him down onto the foam rubber mattress. "And since you don't 
like sex too much, it might do you good to have some new cock now and then." 
He was laughing at her softly as he stroked his extended middle finger up 
and down between her moistening cuntal lips through the thin, silky material 
of her panties. The last thing you could say about Rusty is that she's 
frigid, he told himself happily. 

"Oh, is that so?" Rusty countered. "I haven't heard any complaints before 
now." As if to prove her point she deftly unzipped his fly and searched with 
her fingers inside his shorts until his thickly engorged cock came free, 
protruding obscenely from the opening of his trousers. Almost reverently she 
stroked the loose outer skin up and down over the blunt, bulbous tip. 

"Ohh, baby, you know what I like," Ronny moaned, at the same time slipping 
his hand farther up under her skirt, running his fingertips along the 
nakedly trembling flesh of her belly and then down into her skimpy bikini 
panties till he came again to the warm wet hair-lined split of her pussy. 
They were lying side by side now, their mouths pressed wetly together as 
they fondled each other's naked genitals. 

Suddenly Rusty pulled her mouth away from his, pushing him down with her 
left hand on his shoulder until he lay flat on his back on the mattress. 
Then she twisted herself around till she lay with her shapely legs close to 
his head and her panty-clad pussy ready and willing to receive his fingers 
again. Looking down at the rigidly pulsing cock she held in her right hand, 
Rusty pointed it straight up at the ceiling as she bent her head down over 
him. 

"I'll show you whether I like sex or not," she threatened him in mock anger. 
With that, she placed the moist softness of her lips boldly around his 
throbbing hot glans, lightly running the tip of her tongue along the 
semen-seeping slit at the end. Since being forced to suck Cabot's penis that 
humiliating Saturday night which now seemed so long ago, this was the first 
time the young blonde had really wanted to do it again, even though Ronny 
had occasionally asked her. But now she had learned to love the hard 
thickness he had fucked her with so many times in the last few weeks, and 
she could understand how it would be possible to enjoy sucking her lover's 
cock. 

"Oh, yes, baby, suck it good," she heard Ronny groan above her, as he 
slithered his fingers under the narrow lace crotchband of her panties and 
ran them tantalizingly back and forth across the flowering wet ring of her 
pussy mouth. Gradually she felt him slip his extended middle finger up into 
the small quivering opening, sending little shivers of lewd desire coursing 
up and down her spine. 

Lifting her mouth away from his still swelling cock for a moment, she told 
him, "Put your mouth on me down there too, honey. I want to feel you lick me 
while I suck your cock." 

Without a second's hesitation, his hands were helping her remove the cotton 
print blouse and short skirt she was wearing, and he peeled her panties from 
her softly rounded buttocks as she placed her knees on either side of his 
head and moved her loins closer to his face. Then he was looking up at her 
moist pink cunt palpitating only inches away from his eyes, undulating 
slightly as if impatient to feel his tongue swirling maddeningly up inside. 
Once again he felt her lips close tightly around his hot-tipped cock, and 
with a groan he thrust his long pointed tongue up into the wet inner walls, 
grasping her round, resilient buttocks in his fingers to pull her down 
closer to his questing mouth. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, ggggggoooooddddd," she mumbled around his rigid shaft of 
flesh. Her moist warm mouth was moving up and down over his pulsating 
hardness in a slow magical rhythm that caused a dull pleasant ache in his 
heavy balls. As she hovered over him on her elbows and knees, she dug her 
hands inside his pants and eased his sperm-swollen testicles outside the 
open fly, raking her fingernails teasingly over the tangles of dark pubic 
hair, and sending hot flashes of sensual urgency racing through his loins. 
Her mouth was pushed down all the way over his bursting rod of flesh, 
enclosing his throbbing hardness in a moist warm pressure of love. Her lips 
tightened like an elastic band around it and he could feel the slightly 
abrasive softness of her wet tongue swirling maddeningly around the bottom 
of his cock. 

"Christ, that's good," he groaned up into the flowering warmth of her 
desire-moistened cunt. Slowly he began pumping his cock up into her openly 
receiving oral cavern while she gently massaged his aching testicles and 
stroked the base of his expanded penis between her thumb and forefinger. His 
tongue felt her clitoris quivering up into full erection, and she began 
rocking back and forth over him, moaning around the delicious thickness 
buried between her hungering lips. 

Rusty felt herself getting more excited than she had felt in a long time, 
and with surprise it dawned on her that it was not only the pleasant 
pressure of his tongue on her throbbing clitoris-it was also the thought of 
Carlos maybe soon putting his hardness up in her cunt, that incited her 
lust. Fucking her mouth up and down on Ronny's thick cock in total abandon 
now, licking her fluid tongue furiously around and around its blood-engorged 
girth, taking his entire swollen penis all the way into the back of her 
throat, Rusty concentrated her thoughts on the young boy she'd just met and 
what he would look like hovering over her to place his shaft up between her 
widespread legs. The picture was so clear in her mind that it nearly drove 
her wild and she began gyrating her loins wildly over Ronny's madly 
thrusting tongue. 

In Ronny's testicles, huge pools of liquid heat were building up fast as he 
felt the young blonde wife working and slaving over his nearly exploding 
cock. Little rivulets of perspiration rolled down the inside of her thighs 
as she swayed and rocked over his obscenely laving mouth, and then suddenly 
she was cumming. 

As if possessed by a demon, her ass-cheeks jerked and trembled in his 
passion-crazed grasp, her swollen little clitoris riding back and forth over 
his extended tongue, while her naked belly rippled with the force of her 
climax. Great warm gushes of her cuntal fluids seeped out into his hot open 
mouth and her smooth inner thighs closed spasmodically around his ears. The 
moment for Ronny was here now too, and a low guttural sound started from 
somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the white-hot sperm begin its mad 
dash up from his balls to spurt in thin hot streams into the sanctity of his 
lover's endlessly sucking mouth. 

Rusty continued swallowing voraciously as her lover emptied his resevoir of 
thick semen into the tight wet warmth of her insanely moaning throat. The 
young blonde seemed starved for his cum, and while his spent cock deflated 
slowly in her mouth she continued sucking greedily, drawing every precious 
drop of the thick warm sperm from his poignantly aching balls. 

Finally Ronny had nothing more to give. Rusty let his softness pull free 
from her clinging lips as she rolled off to one side, exhausted from her own 
orgasm and the effort she had expended over her lover's lust-quenching cock. 

Never had she dreamed that she could become so free and easy in her 
lifetime, even willingly enjoying sucking a man's penis. That was something 
that only the boldest girls sometimes whispered about in the locker room of 
the gym when she was in school, and they had been considered nothing better 
than high school whores. It just depends on how you look at it. Rusty smiled 
to herself, heaving a deep sigh of satisfaction. Glancing from her prone 
position up into Ronny's eyes, she met his looking down at her. 

"You've come a long way, baby," he told her with a little laugh. Then he lit 
two cigarettes and, handing one to the liberated blonde he said, "Would you 
have done it for a Lark?" Lying on his back he lazily blew smoke rings up 
into the room. 

Life's looking pretty good, they both thought. 


THE END
