The Female Trucker
by Cindy Taylor 


FOREWORD 

Today, it's not unusual to find women taking jobs as telephone linemen, 
automobile mechanics, and occasionally, you might see a young woman driving 
a truck. 

In previous ail-male professions the presence of a woman can be disturbing, 
but more often than not, many adjustment difficulties appear retrospectively 
as humorous. 

In The Female Trucker, Cindy Taylor, an attractive redhead, gets a job 
driving for her father's trucking firm. At first she's a little on edge 
about taking the job, but as the novel proceeds, we see her come to enjoy 
her newfound profession; she discovers a totally different world which 
shocks her, and, ultimately changes her. 

We, the publishers, enjoy this novel because of its power to capture the 
upbeat rhythm of the truck driver's life, however, Cindy Taylor is not 
merely a vehicle for illustrating a sociological point about1 women in 
so-called "male professions." She's a real human, being whose innocence and 
naivete charms us, .We would like to dedicate this novel to all those "gals 
of the road," who may have gone through experiences similar to young 
Cindy's, and especially to those truck-driving men whose patience and good 
humor has made the author's task of researching this book possible. 

The Publishers 


Chapter One 

The fifty-five foot long Mack rumbled across the bridge connecting the 
causeway from Alabama to Mississippi, skirting a pylon as the driver shifted 
down anticipating a low rise in the highway ahead. Here on to New Orleans it 
was all super-thruway, much of it smooth concrete poured after the hurricane 
that ravaged the Gulf coast in '69. 

Cindy Taylor lit a cigarette from the dashboard lighter, and relaxed for a 
moment in the driver's seat. Wind from the open truck window blew through 
her auburn-colored hair, flickering it in bright little flames over the 
plastic seat cover behind. 

Although she'd been driving- for her father's trucking firm only one month 
now, she handled her rig like a professional, usually doing the limit and a 
little bit more, shifting up and down through sixteen gears, pushing a rig 
that weighed seventy-two thousand pounds ... She drove with one hand on the 
steering wheel and one on the stick, double clutching as she went, mashing 
the accelerator down on the floor, her ripely swelling breasts jiggling as 
the big Mack shuddered and swayed with its heavy, Thermo King refrigerated 
load. 

Cindy had been driving trucks since she was fourteen, but this summer was 
the first time she'd taken on long hauls for J.B. Taylor & Company, her 
father's transport firm that shipped Georgia produce up and down the coast 
from New York to Texas. The curvaceous redhead had taken the summer's job on 
a bet with her father, who'd sensed his energetic daughter needed to get the 
wanderlust out of her system before she continued college at Georgia State. 

"I wager you'll last about two weeks on the road," the gray-haired man had, 
laughed with amusement when young Cindy decided to take the job. "It's a 
goddamn man's world, Cindy. Ten years ago I'd say no self-respecting young 
woman could get past Marietta without being hooted onto the berm if she was 
seen driving a rig ... But times do change. I hear tell they got young 
ladies working as linemen for the Bell Telephone Company, so it ain't too 
far-fetched for a girl to try her hand at trucking." 

If it hadn't been for the twinkle in his eye, Cindy would have thought her 
father was seriously considering letting her drive on a permanent basis for 
the company .. . but she knew he didn't expect the job to last. The first 
few weeks were hard; she'd had to put up with the jeers and obnoxious stares 
from other truckers - Floogles and Scraggs, her father called them - she'd 
meet in truck stops who weren't accustomed to sexy female competition on the 
road. 

But word gets around fast in trucking circles, and it wasn't long before the 
regulars on the Atlanta to Houston route began to recognize the pretty 
redhead as an accomplished driver. She still felt somewhat uncomfortable 
when she pulled into any one of the truck stops along the road . . . even 
though the other truckers respected her driving ability, they still hadn't 
gotten used to her startling good-looks. 

Cindy Taylor was more than just normally attractive and more than a little 
aware of the licentious effect her curvy young body had on others. She had 
turned twenty last spring, but didn't look a day other than nineteen. Her 
long straight roan-red hair fell softly over her shoulders, bringing your 
eye down to her proud young breasts which strained against the demure summer 
sweaters she wore. She donned jeans while on the road, as they were 
comfortable for the long hauls from Atlanta to Houston, and so the general 
impression she'd make was one of enticing but unpretentious beauty - 
unmarred by frills, but enlivened by a natural sensuality. 

Her facial features were marble-carved from pale only slightly freckled skin 
- the translucent lustre of her skin offsetting her bright, flame-colored 
hair. And her eyes were amethyst, changing color as the light and her 
shifting mood reflected on them, from a deep aquamarine blue to pale agate 
... 

Now Cindy was smiling, her sensuous lips parted, then closing as she geared 
down and checked the rear-view mirror before changing into the right lane. 
Three miles ahead was the truck-stop service center she usually stopped at 
between Mobile and New Orleans. Tall royal palms lined the highway, beyond 
which she could see occasional antebellum mansions, their colonnaded porches 
peeking through streaming Spanish moss. Jefferson Davis's residence was 
somewhere along this stretch of highway - she wasn't quite sure where. 

But her mind wasn't dwelling much on historical monuments, nor was she 
concerned with the load of refrigerated Georgia peaches stacked high in the 
trailer of her rig. Jack Bowman was meeting her at Eaton's truck stop. 

She'd seen the tall, handsome truck driver before she'd left Atlanta the day 
before, and he'd suggested they see each other at Eaton's - which was a 
halfway point on his route between Pensacola and New Orleans. 

Ever since she was a girl of fifteen, Cindy'd had a crush on Jack. During 
the winters he taught school in Atlanta, and summers he'd supplement his 
income by driving a rig for her father's firm. However, it wasn't until this 
June that the pretty college sophomore had realized the blond man in his 
late twenties reciprocated her feeling toward him. 

Now, she felt a tingle of excitement dart up and down her spine when she 
thought about meeting him here, away from the watchful eyes of her father; 
J.B. Taylor had sensed something between her and Jack and had made it known 
to Bowman that he expected him to act like a gentleman to his daughter. J.B. 
was crusty in his ways, but, Cindy reflected, he had shown a surprising 
streak of liberalism - or perhaps he was merely a realist - when it came to 
letting Cindy try her hand at being "a gal of the road." 

Although nothing had been said openly about it, the curvaceous redhead was 
aware that her father thought she and Jack would make a good match. Jack 
Bowman was not only handsome and personable, but he was college educated, 
and had a "respectable" job teaching high school. This meant a lot to J.B. 
Taylor, who had struggled tooth and nail to set up his trucking business, 
coming a far piece from his redneck roots on a dirt farm in southern 
Georgia. 

Cindy switched on the left-hand turn signal, and slowed the rig as the neon 
truck stop sign came into view: EATON'S - GOOD EATS FOR AN EASY RIDE. The 
eight foot wide Mack squeezed in between two Kennilworth's at the service 
section of the lot, and a moment later, she was darting out of the cab and 
across the hot asphalt to the air-conditioned diner. 

Jack was sitting at a back table and stood up when he saw the well-endowed 
redhead come in the front door. Faces turned to watch Cindy Taylor smile and 
move with a smooth ball-bearing motion of her buttocks between the counter 
and red-and-white checkered tables to where Bowman Was standing. 

"They're still not used to seeing someone as pretty as you in a place like 
this," he sat down as she scooted into the booth across from him. 

"You look nice . .. You're wearing a new shirt," she felt her voice catch in 
her throat. 

"J.C. Penny's," he laughed. 

"Still, it's a nice blue shirt," she said. . 

The truckers at the counter hunched back over their coffee. Cindy looked 
from the wall decorated with miniature trucks - identified by company colors 
- to her boyfriend. She was going to tell him how much she'd missed him 
during the past two days, but then she knew she shouldn't. Let him say it, 
she cautioned herself. / know he's thinking the same thing. 

The dishwater blonde waitress set down two cups of coffee in front of Cindy 
and Jack, then disappeared through the swinging doors into the kitchen 
again. 

"I thought your old man would have a fit when I told him I wanted to drive 
the Pensacola to New Orleans route," he poured two spoonfuls of sugar into 
his hot coffee. 

"I ... I didn't think he really cared," she said, letting her fingertips 
touch his across the table. 

"I'm sure he knows what we're up to," Bowman said. 

"We're not up to anything." 

"Says who?" 

"I mean, we've hardly had a chance to see each other. Looking at things 
objectively, we're still just good friends." 

"That's what I don't like about it, Cindy," he said. "It's a damned 
nuiscance, having to meet you in joints like this." 

She didn't draw away her hand when he reached out and held it in his own. 
His fingers felt nice, caressing her wrist... It was just a gentle touch, 
nothing spectacular, she thought, but the way she felt about him it meant 
everything in the world. "I don't have to be in New Orleans till tomorrow . 
. . We could spend the afternoon on the beach. It's been so rainy in 
Atlanta, I could do with a little sun." 

He laughed, "I'm the one who's supposed to suggest that." 

"That's the conventional way," she smiled. 

"And you're a very ^conventional girl ..." he noticed she wasn't having any 
of her coffee. "A truck driving girl... with a mind of her own." 

"Don't go jumping to rash conclusions," she said. 

"I know everything about you, Cindy . .. well, almost everything." 

"Tor example?" she blushed uncontrollably. 

"For example, you're not a virgin." 

"Please," she looked up at the men seated at the counter. "They'll hear 
you." 

"You were sixteen ... it was after the junior prom ... and it happened so 
fast that you didn't have time to know what was going on!" 

"You're almost right, but not completely," for the first time in her life 
she didn't feel embarrassed talking to a man about such intimate things. "I 
was a freshman in college and it happened in the backseat of Jimmy Turner's 
old Chevrolet." 

"You remember the kind of car," he smiled. "But what about the way he made 
love to you?" 

"It was nothing," she said. 

"Look, let's get out of here. I got my swimsuit in the truck," he frowned at 
the bill and put two quarters down on the red-and-white table cloth. 

A few minutes later they had changed into their bathing suits and were 
walking down on the beach, where the sand was firm, Cindy carrying a beach 
towel and portable radio and Jack with the beer. They found a spot that was 
secluded by some dock pilings - all that remained of a pier which had been 
destroyed in the hurricane of '69. 

The curvaceous redhead spread out the large blanket-sized towel on the sand. 
Jack pop-topped two beers and snuggled down beside her. 

"For some reason, I didn't think you'd show up this afternoon," he handed 
Cindy her Schlitz. 

She sipped from the can. The beer foam made a frothy white mustache on her 
upper lip. 

"That's strange. I had the same thought. It's reassuring to know we're both 
dependable." 

He laughed and crinkled his eyes. "You can depend on me, Cindy." 

Her eyes fell on his broad muscular chest with thatched light blond hair. 
She'd often wondered what he'd look like without any clothes on. His blue 
swimsuit barely concealed the curve of his penis that rested to one side, 
against his thigh. "Yes, I know that," she said softly. "I never for a 
moment thought I couldn't." 

"Do you trust me enough ... to make love to me?" 

"If I didn't make love to you, it wouldn't be because I didn't want to," she 
said. 

"That's a mind-twister," he laughed, quickly finishing his beer and opening 
another. 

"I meant it that way ... I mean, I'm still not sure about a lot of things," 
she looked past him to the hazy-blue Gulf. From the angle of the sun on the 
water it must have been around six in the evening. 

"Like what? What are you uptight about?" he drew her close to him, one of 
his arms pushing beneath her shoulder, and his hand touching the beginning 
swell of her breast. 

"It has nothing to do with you," she demured. 

Cindy could feel his fingertips massaging the underside of her bikini-clad 
breast. .. she began to pull up, but his other hand held her down by the 
shoulder. A wild racing sensation coursed down her spine as she sensed his 
eyes feasting on her succulent body . . . maybe the skimpy ripened breasts 
were barely concealed by the wispy top. Looking down, she suddenly felt 
embarrassed at the way her panties only narrowly contained the enticing 
mound of her pussy. 

"You know, we could . .. well, it wouldn't do any harm to start things right 
here," he continued fondling the lush resiliency of her breast through the 
restraining bikini halter. 

"Are you out of your mind? Here in broad daylight!" 

"Look around. Do you see anybody?" 

Jack was right: They were sheltered from the streets by the broken remnants 
of the wharf. The dock pilings spanned out to their left going a few yards 
into the water. They were in a kind of grotto, with only the Gulf coast sun 
looking on, and a few sailboats bobbing outside the breakwater, their masts 
spearing into the liquid-blue sky like thin, erect penises. 

"I suppose you're right," she relented. 

He brushed his face into her tousled red hair that fell softly past her 
shoulder blades, and looked down at her curving legs - firm and sun-bronzed 
- tapered with absolute perfection to shapely calves and delicate ankles. He 
couldn't count the times he'd wanted to be cradled by those soft feminine 
thighs . .. couldn't remember how often he'd have given anything to shove 
his throbbingly demanding cock deep up into her tight little cunt. 

Turning to her, he pulled her scantily covered young body close into his 
arms. His hungry mouth crushed against hers as his tongue shot splurgingly 
between her parting lips into her moist, warm mouth to search and taste. 
Obligingly, she nibbled and sucked on his thrusting tongue. They'd kissed 
before . .. somehow Cindy felt safe doing this. 

His hand fell on hers, guiding it down his..taut flat stomach to the waist 
of his swimsuit. Cindy's fingers touched tentatively at the elastic band, 
tried to draw away, but Bowman held it there. 

"Do you want to touch my cock?" 

"Uh.. . I'm afraid," the anxious tone betrayed her. 

He thrust her fingers just below the top of his almost skin-tight trunks. 
She could feel the few hairs on his belly bristling softly on her palm. God! 
she wanted to . . . but she just couldn't! Abruptly, she felt something warm 
and hard throbbing against the ridges of her fingers. 

"Go ahead, for Pete's sakes," he said impatiently. 

After a moment's hesitation, the pretty redhead snaked her hand inside the 
waistband of his swimsuit to grip the heatedly pulsing shaft. Her stroking 
fingers played along his massively hardened cock until it stood up long and 
hard in her hand. 

"Uuuuhhh, wow . . . keep touching my prick," the young bachelor thrilled at 
her clasping touch, his lust-thickened penis lurching involuntarily in her 
encircling hand. They were sitting up on the beach towel, and Jack adjusted 
his position so that he was facing her. His hands reached down her back, 
playing against the delicate ridge of her spine. When he had lowered them to 
the base of her spine, his hands eased down inside the small bikini panties, 
to caress her firmly fleshed buttocks, feeling them warm and vibrant in his 
hands. Involuntarily, she drew up so that he could cup his hands just above 
the elastic panty crotch band. 

"God... I want to make love to you, but.. . " 

"You're thinking about the old man," he said. 

"Well, yes. And I'm also wondering what you'll think of me, if I do what you 
want." 

"You want it, too," he grinned lewdly. 

"Don't say it that way," she said. "You make sex seem so ... impersonal, so 
functional!" 

Goddamn! he thought. Now she's turning cool.. . Women! I'll be damned if I 
understand them! 

He tried to hide an angry grimace as she pulled her hand out of his swimsuit 
and rested back so his hands slipped from inside her panties. They still sat 
facing each other, the large melony orbs of her breasts scant inches away 
from his chest. "Sex is functional," he said. "Just like a beautifully 
designed automobile . .. but that doesn't make it any less fun." 

"I suppose ... well, I have thought about making you happy, but then I catch 
myself," she said. "Inside, I'm very puritanical." 

"That's your problem," he said. 

"Right," she laughed nervously. 

"It's your goddamn Southern upbringing," he said. 

"Don't make fun. I never say things like that to you," she started to turn 
away, when he pulled her back to him. "Jack? What if I made you feel as 
ridiculous as you're making me feel . .. How would you like it?" 

"Try it," he laughed. 

"I don't know where to start," she admitted. 

"Let's see those tits," he reached around behind and unfastened the hooks on 
her bikini's brassiere so fast she hadn't time to react. The flimsy cloth 
came off in his hands to release her voluptuously full breasts, the valley 
between them cloven deep. Damn! She was such a mouth-watering delicacy. In 
the next instant, he had dropped his mouth to a spike-out nipple. His lips 
engulfed it to suck and nibble, while his hand cupped its throbbing twin, 
his strong fingers digging passionately into the resilient flesh. She moaned 
softly as he pressed closer to her. He'd hated forcing things - as much as 
he liked Cindy - but he'd known instinctively that she had felt a need for 
him to dominate her. 

The both fell over onto their sides at once, her hips unconsciously 
undulating in tiny circles against his aching penis trapped inside his 
swimsuit between their bellies. 

Cindy Taylor felt a telling weakness in her knees which signaled her 
building arousal. She remembered when he'd first kissed her in the storeroom 
at her father's trucking firm - it was the same feeling, but more intense, 
much less controllable. 

Without pulling away from her, he reached behind him and placed a folded 
towel he'd brought along beside her buttocks. 

"What's that for?" she said. 

"Later," he snapped back at her. 

"Oh." 

"I'll put it under your ass . . . it's like the seat cushion in the cab of 
your truck," he laughed lewdly. "Makes the ride a helluva lot smoother." 

"God, you're dirty-minded," she smiled at him. 

"For God's sakes, Cindy . . . you know how long I've been waiting for fuck 
you?" 

"How long?" she said, feeling narcissistically excited at the way he looked 
down at the lush roundness of her breasts. 

"You were fifteen ... I saw you for the first time in your dad's office. 
Those tight goddamn shorts you wore during the summers used to drive me up 
the wall!" 

"I just wanted ..." her statement was cut off in mid-utterance as his hand 
clamped over her thigh. 

"Oh. .. God, I love your hand on my panties," she couldn't help saying as 
she looked down at the truck driver's hand caressing just at the edges of 
her skimpy bikini panties. She moaned as he made contact with the tight 
elastic crotch band up between her legs, his fingers rubbing the moistly 
throbbing lips of her vagina through the soft cotton. Shuddering at the warm 
touch, her trembling thighs jerked farther apart. Her legs wanted to spread 
wide, her hot little pussy wanting his- worming finger far up inside her 
belly. 

"Let me finger-fuck you," the blond-haired bachelor said in a disarmingly 
soft tone. 

She shivered as his extended middle finger slipped into the tight elastic 
leg band at the top of her thigh. Then another finger was inserted and they 
thrust probingly at her sparsely haired cuntal lips, sending a jolt of wild 
excitement rippling upward through her belly. 

"Oh, Jack, it's so good . . . don't stop . .. Please!" she gave a helpless 
moan as the words flowed from her mouth without volition. 

Bowman gazed lustfully down at her parted thighs, and saw the escaping pussy 
hairs spilling out from the leg band in teasing auburn wisps. He could see 
his own hand beneath the white fabric, fondling her moist vaginal lips, 
could feel her pussy's intimate warmth hungering for him to touch the wetly 
erect little bud of her clitoris! 

Jack moved his extended middle finger closer to her hot little pussy 
opening, and said, "Pull down my trunks. I want you to do it, and then hold 
my cock." 

Immediately she gripped one hand at the waist band of his swimsuit and 
jerked down the trunks to his thighs. Then he kicked them off into the sand. 
The young redhead's eyes widened as they took in his pulsing erection 
spearing out excitedly from the blond pubic hair covering his loins. 

"Now put your hand around it. . . like you did before." 

Cindy lay on her side facing him, her smoldering eyes wandering hungrily 
over his lust-stiffened penis. He was gaping at her temptingly lush 
nakedness, touching her pussy-lips as she reached out and under to stroke 
his sensitive balls. She sat up on one elbow, her hand still fondling, 
scratching lightly along his churning testicles. With the other, she grasped 
his rock-hard cock, working the loose foreskin back over the angry red 
cock's head. A tiny viscous droplet of sperm oozed from the split in its tip 
as his tensing penis jerked and expanded involuntarily in her curling palm. 

Ever so slowly, Jack parted the soft bronzish pubic curls and eased his 
finger into the wetly throbbing orifice, slipping it up inside her warm 
quivering flesh until it was hidden almost to the first joint in her 
dilating vagina; then he gave a slight, tender shove forward. She twisted, 
squirmed, and leaned lewdly back on the beach towel, her long sun-tanned 
legs eagerly parting for some more. Her cunt was wonderfully tight, he 
thought, tighter than he'd expected. The dampness from her lust-warmed 
vagina spread over his cupping hand, soaking the narrow panty crotch band 
with secreted cuntal juices that were beginning to flow down between her 
trembling thighs. 

"Oooohhh, God ... Jack that feels so good, so goooood. God, honey, take off 
my panties!" 

It was reassuring to know that Cindy trusted him, Bowman thought. He didn't 
want to hurt her .. . in lots of ways she was just a virgin even though 
she'd had a boy or two before him. With a low tender murmur, he wound his 
fingers in the tight elastic wasitband of her small panties and worked them 
slowly down over her gently flaring buttocks and off her ankles. 

"Uuuuuooooo," she crooned at the sudden presence of the warm, dampish sea 
air washing over her exposed curl-fringed cuntal mound. For a moment she was 
aware of the boats on the water less than half-a-mile away. Could they see 
her and Jack? A shadow cast from dock pilings over their brazenly naked 
bodies, gave her a temporary feeling of security. 

In the next second he had flicked her down hard on her back, shoving the 
rolled up towel beneath her buttocks. She stared above Jack at the white 
puffy clouds criss-crossing the sky, feeling a light-fingered warmth 
feathering through her young loins. 

Taking one hurried look at Cindy's lust-inciting nakedness spread out on the 
beach towel before him, he crawled up between her widespread kness. The 
towel's velour fabric brushed against his sperm-filled balls, sending an 
obscene anticipatory thrill through him. He shoved her thighs roughly apart 
so that they swung out from his sides in a picture of lewd urgency. Then he 
kneeled up, feeling the sand shift slightly beneath his weight and pressure, 
his long thick penis poling and wagging in its foreskinned hardness. 

"Lord ... your cock . .. it's so big!" she moaned, grasping its solid 
hardness, feeling its head and the thick seminal fluid escaping from the 
tiny hole at the tip-end of the bluish cock-head. 

Damn, damn, damn! He was going out of his mind completely. Bowman's 
desire-hazed brain sizzled as he thrust himself up between her widespread 
legs. Her thighs seemed to be trying to suck him to an early combustion 
point. He felt Cindy's hand reach down to grasp his cock-shaft and draw its 
heavily pulsating head through the warm moistness between her hair-lined 
pussy lips . . . finally seating it at the tight little mouth of her 
greedily nibbling vagina. 

Cindy looked up at him and saw that he was smiling. She wondered whether it 
would hurt - his cock looked and felt so big pressing it's hot turgid head 
against her sensitized cuntal lips. 

"Uuuuhh," her thoughts were cut off, as with a loud grunt he suddenly thrust 
his powerful hips forward until his heavily plunging cock slithered deep up 
into her quivering little pussy. 

"Oh, oh, God," the young redhead watched, her eyes growing wider and wider 
as the head pushed in, forcing the smoothly wet walls of her cunt to stretch 
wide, wider still, until she thought she would split and she gave out a 
little whimpering cry of fright. "Oh it's too ... you're ..." 

Suddenly it didn't hurt anymore. She gasped into his face, her arms wrapped 
around his back to crush his massive chest tight against her nipple-hardened 
breasts. She could feel his thick upthrusting cock bringing a warm magic to 
her love-starved vagina, and sending wave after wave of forbidden pleasure 
surging through her. 

The young redhead's long trim legs curled up and over his hips, her heels 
digging salaciously into his rock-hard buttocks as she thrust her begging 
loins up at his brazen invitation. "Yesssss," she gasped, as he plowed Ms 
long rod of male flesh into her wetiy welcoming vagina, pressing great waves 
of her clinging pussy flesh in rippling erotic pleasure before it. 

This was what she had wanted for so long, her every forbidden wish seemed to 
be coming true! Her belly quaked and throbbed convulsively as the 
smooth-pistoning shaft thrust headlong up into her belly again and again. 
Her mind whirled in useless efforts to reason out the lewd effects of his 
virile penis filling her, crushing pleasurably her inner organs as it dug 
even deeper, fucking her as she had never been fucked before. 

"Shit... yeah ... move that pussy," the blond truck driver hissed down at 
her. Beneath him, Cindy's lushly ripened young body quivered and trembled, 
her passion-erect nipples digging into his chest with pointed, bullet-shaped 
pressure. Her rippling belly ground against his, and her powerful thighs 
clamped his buttocks repeatedly. They held and released him as her wildly 
clasping vaginal muscles sucked and pulled like a warmly wet vacuum at his 
hot skewering cock. 

"Ooooohhh, fuck me, darling, yes, fuck it, screw my cunt!" she urged him on 
shamelessly, enjoying it more than she'd ever conceived possible. 

Bowman responded like an untamed stallion, fucking into her hungrily milking 
cunt with hard, heavy strokes, indifferent to whether he was hurting her, 
thumping her body across the beach towel onto the soft white sand. She drew 
up her buttocks and clasped her heels tighter on his ass-cheeks to get more 
of the viciously plunging cock into her throbbing belly. She felt the 
molten-hot head thud again and again against her cushiony cervix, sending 
crazy spasms up through her womb and into her vibrantly trembling young 
breasts. 

"Oh shit, I'm getting close to ..." Jack cut off his words and squeezed his 
buttocks together to hold back the hot liquid flow that was about to explode 
from his jerking penis. The obscenely sucking pressure caused a wild 
swirling in his groin ... he could feel the enormous turgid heat impatiently 
welling in his cum expanding balls ... 

"Oh, me too, Jack ... God, it's so goooood," her head rolled from side to 
side, streaming her flame-colored hair over his sweating shoulders and back. 
Marks appeared on her lips where she was biting them, and every so often her 
moist panting mouth came up against his, her teeth nipping into his lips. 
She sucked lewdly on his tongue, then flicked her own into his mouth, 
gasping hot breaths into his throat. 

Suddenly, the young redhead realized that Jack's burgeoning penis was about 
to explode up into her belly ... she could feel his building sperm swelling 
his thickening cock's shaft to the bursting point. "Ooohhh, your cock . . . 
God it feels so big!" The sensation excited her to a fever pitch of desire 
and her motions became ever more frantic. His fucking thrusts into her 
wantonly quivering pussy became almost brutal. Her head fell from side to 
side in the sand; swirling spots flickered before her eyes as she cried out, 
"I'm cummmmming . . . cummmming! Oh GOD, I'M CUMMMMINNNGGG!" 

It was irreversible. Nothing could stop it. She began to moan and gag on her 
own saliva. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her body convulsed, her 
hips thrusting straight up as she came. "AAAAAgh .. . God, fuck it... fuck 
it harder . .. Harrrrder!" and her climax exploded inside her head and her 
vision faded. She saw red and came again and again with an intensity so 
powerful she thought her heart had stopped beating. 

Above her, Bowman held onto her hips with powerful hands and fucked 
furiously. He could feel the aching head of his deeply pulsating cock 
suddenly flare as his impatiently hot sperm began to squirt and flood up 
inside her belly. Then he could feel his seething white cum shooting into 
her with the explosive force of a broken fire hose sloshing around in her 
receiving womb. Jack continued to shoot the last of his semen, then, 
trembling, he relaxed on top of her, panting deeply for several moments, 
before he finally lifted off. 

They sat there in silence, watching sailboats tack across the white-streaked 
water. Then before returning to Eaton's for dinner, they plunged into the 
bay and swam out two hundred yards to the breakwater. The young redhead 
clung close to Bowman on a rock just below the stone abutment rising 
directly from the bay. Her body felt cool and tingling from sex and vigorous 
exercise, and she rested against the crux of his arm, feeling his elbow 
press gently against the side of her breast. 

"You were fantastic, Cindy," he said, running his hands across her wet, 
sleek back. 

She turned and faced him, letting him kiss her. She could see the highway in 
the gathering darkness and the streaming headlights of cars moving down the 
coast to Biloxi. "That's the first time I really enjoyed it," she said. 

"I got to be in New Orleans by tomorrow," he said. "We could have such a 
ball together. It's a shame, you know, we couldn't get a hotel and shack up 
there for a couple of days." 

"That wouldn't be right," she felt her prudishness returning and tried to 
make those second thoughts go away. "Do you miss teaching?" she said. 

"Not really; I don't know if I'll even go back to it this fall." 

"I've been wondering about school, too. It seems like such a waste." 

"Well, it's different for you. Taking this summer job driving your old man's 
truck isn't the same as sticking to something all year round," he said. 

"It gives me a sense of power," she smiled and lay her head against his 
broad shoulder. 

"Power?" 

"When I'm driving, I get this strange sense of exhilaration. It's almost 
like sex," she laughed. "I bet you think I'm crazy." 

"I know what you mean. When you're moving at seventy miles an hour with 
thirty or forty tons of rig behind you, it is kind of exciting," he said. 

"Did you ever think of getting married?" she looked into his gray eyes. 

"Hell, no. Never even thought about it." 

"Don't be uneasy. I wouldn't marry you, anyway." 

"Why not?" he saw the color rise in her cheeks. 

"I'm just not interested," she laughed, and jumped into the water, making a 
wave that rippled and splashed against his ankles. 

Bowman plunged in after Cindy, diving underwater and coming up like a 
surfacing seal in front of the voluptuous redhead. Then, they both began 
swimming, with Jack letting his girlfriend take the lead, and then easily 
overtaking her and throwing her down on the sand and kissing her full on the 
mouth when they got to the beach. 

 Chapter Two 

Norma Jean Simpson, a pretty, dark-haired waitress with a figure that had 
all the curves in all the right places, sat down behind the counter at the 
Dixie Hills Coffee Shoppe to smoke a cigarette. She'd been on her feet all 
morning. Her calves and ankles ached from standing up on the hard tile 
floor. Last night, she and her husband, Frank, had had an argument over the 
money Norma Jean had been spending on clothes; as far as she was concerned, 
they were her earnings and she could do what she wanted with them. Besides 
... Frank had his own life, and yes, she knew what he was doing with that 
sexy blonde clerk who worked at the newspaper office. 

Now she'd just as soon forget about that; what she needed was a man of her 
own, something more than old Frank, who had a thousand things, on his mind, 
not one of them including her. When the three men entered the restaurant 
from the parking lot, Norma Jean pretended not to notice them, hoping Marcia 
would take care of their order. But, as usual, the other waitress had 
disappeared into the Ladies Room, just when Norma Jean needed her. 

She looked across the counter at Harry, who smiled back at her. Harry Truett 
had been coming in here for the past two or three years; he was a nice 
enough fellow, a little hot-tempered, and prone to rapid changes of mood, 
but nicer than most of the redneck truckers coming off the road. He was a 
round-faced man with a shock of sandy hair falling across his forehead. 
Harry's brother Ben, the older of the two, was taller, thinner, with darker 
hair and tended to keep to himself. Then, there was Archie Cleghorn, who sat 
down between the two brothers at the counter. 

The alluring young waitress poured three cups of coffee and slid them across 
the formica top to the truck drivers. Archie was talking to the two brothers 
... carrying on as usual. As he talked, he lifted the visor to his chromed, 
elastic-band cap and scratched his steel gray hair. 

"I was surprised when I heard it, but then all sorts of strange things 
happen on the road," Archie was saying to the brothers. "Her old man's J. B. 
Taylor. Runs the only produce fleet out of Atlanta. I hear he's the one who 
put her up to taking the job." 

"Beats all hell," Harry Truett gave Norma Jean a horny, red-eyed look. "You 
mean to say you actually saw her going down on him?" 

Harry Truett studied Archie's expression, waiting for some sign that would 
tell him he was actually putting him on. But it didn't come ... for God's 
sakes, Harry thought, Archie's serious. 

"It wasn't me who seen it," Archie admitted. "But I got it from reliable 
sources that she done it. No doubt about it." 

Harry lit a cigar and blew a smoke ring across the counter. It was hard to 
tell truth from fantasy with Archie Cleghorn, Harry thought, but meanwhile 
the yarns he spun were worth listening to. Harry's dark-haired brother, Ben, 
pused over on his stool closer to the older truck driver. "What happened? Do 
you know any of the details?" he said. 

"It wasn't once," said Archie. "Hell... it was two, maybe three or four 
times, and with different fellas." 

"But you know it to be the truth," Harry still didn't believe him. 

"You ask Jimmy Cartright. He's the one who told it. Now, Jimmy, he's the 
kind of guy'll go out for a sandwich and promise to return in ten minutes 
and not come back for three or four hours. Otherwise, especially where girls 
are concerned, his word is gold." 

"I know Jimmy," Harry nodded. 

"Yeah, he's something, ain't he?" Archie said. 

"He's really something," Harry mocked Archie's tone of voice, remembering 
that Jimmy Cartright was as much of a bull-shitter as Archie. 

"Well, Jimmy said the Taylor gal first did it with that school teacher, Jack 
Bowman, who works for Cindy's old man in the summers. Bowman was carrying on 
in a bar in Atlanta about how he fucked the daylights out of the redhead on 
a beach outside Biloxi, Mississippi. Next day, Jimmy runs into Cindy up on 
Peach tree Street in Atlanta. That was just after he talked to Bowman." 

Archie looked at the two brothers on either side of him to assure him that 
they were listening. "Sucked him right off in the cab of his rig," Archie 
said proudly. "Then told him she'd go down on him anytime he asked .. . but 
it wasn't before they'd done '69' and a bunch of other positions I never 
even heard of." 

"That all?" Harry asked, disappointed. 

"No, that ain't all," the older man lifted his cup and blew lightly on the 
hot coffee. "That same night, as Jimmy tells it, he and another guy - can't 
recall his name right off - made it a triple decker. She took it up the ass 
from Jimmy while his friend fucked her in that tight little pussy." 

The young brunette waitress edged to the side of the counter, obviously 
listening in on the conversation. Harry looked at her, then stared back at 
Archie and smiled. 

"You don't say?" 

"It's the truth," Archie said. 

"You know what I think?" the older Truett brother, Ben, said to Archie. 

Archie stirred his coffee slowly and watched the cream mix in with the 
black. "What's that, Ben?" 

"I've seen her on the road once or twice, and she looks like a virgin to 
me." 

"There ain't no law saying you have to believe me," Archie said as Norma 
Jean ran a damp cloth across the counter in front of him. 

"I'll wager you fifty dollars Cindy don't put out for nobody," Ben said. 

Archie laughed. "Now, you know you can't do that! How the hell are you going 
to do that?" 

"Let's just say ... if I find her and fuck her, you win the bet. There's 
only one way to find out if she's all you've stacked her up to be." 

"She's stacked all right. Man, she's got tits out to here!" Archie chuckled 
at his own joke. 

Just then, Harry stepped down. His forehead wrinkled in two deep creases. 
"We got to get going," he was irritated with Archie, with his brother Ben .. 
. with the sweltering summer heat that would envelop them as soon as they 
stepped outside. 

"Oh, boy. Little brother Harry's in one of them moods again," Ben slipped 
off his stool. 

Harry jingled the change in his pants pocket, and cast another turned-on 
look at the sexy waitress. 

"No, wait, there's more to tell about Cindy Taylor!" Archie said. 

- Norma Jean scooped up Archie's cup and poured him another. The steam blew 
in light wisps against her firm full breasts as she bent over and slid the 
cup and saucer back in front of Archie Cleghorn. 

As the two brothers were turning towards the door, Archie continued, his 
attention shifting to the waitress who was his captive audience now. "Couple 
of days ago, Cindy was driving the blacktop between Mobile and Montgomery. 
Seems she gets the urge every so often and does what nature demands of her. 
This Alabama State Trooper saw her rig parked at one of them rest areas. The 
cab's hood was up, so he pulled off to see what was wrong. Next thing this 
officer of the law knew, he was out in the boondocks with the pretty Taylor 
gal, both of them naked as the day they was born." 

Harry shook his head in amazement and paid the bill. Then, just as they were 
pushing through the revolving glass doors, Ben told the older man: "That 
bet's still on. That is, if you're still interested." 

"You boys kill me," Archie was smiling at the young brunette waitress. 

The Truett brothers' rig was parked beside the service ramp, the cab now 
attached to the trailer after a grease job and body wash. Harry paid the 
attendant, and went to the John. When he came back, he saw Ben looking glum 
on a bench near the Coke machine. 

"Something tells me I already lost that bet with Archie," Ben put his empty 
Dr. Pepper into the rack and stood up. 

"Nan. Impossible," Harry said. "Archie won't even remember it. Besides, you 
got nothing to lose. If you don't make Cindy, he gives you fifty dollars ... 
and if you do fuck her ... Hell, you win either way!" 

"I've seen her driving the route through Alabama," the older brother said 
after their semi had pulled out of the lot and was on open highway again. 

"When was that?" Harry said from behind the wheel. 

"Coupla weeks ago." 

"Why didn't you say so?" 

Ben grinned. "I know a guy, works for Taylor's fleet. Seems tome I could ask 
Harold Johnson when Cindy's off to Mobile again." 

"You're just as crazy as Archie." 

"The part about Bowman makes sense. Jack drives for Cindy's old man." 

"If I was you, I'd just as soon lose the bet... if it means screwing Cindy 
Taylor," Harry winked at his brother. The Truett brothers worked together on 
long hauls from Atlanta to various points in the southeast. They contracted 
independently from companies, carrying private household goods over-the-road 
for twice the money they'd make working for the big company fleets in 
Atlanta. The trouble was, they had to insure the rig themselves, and the 
fines for being overweight or under-serviced had to come out of their own 
pockets. 

During the week following the conversation with Archie at Dixie Hills, 
neither Ben nor Harry mentioned Cindy Taylor. But they were constantly 
running short, and the brothers were now in deeper money-trouble than they'd 
ever been before. What's more, Ben, the older of the two, had begun drinking 
heavily, sometimes sipping out of a bottle as they drove from one pickup 
spot to another. 

One night, in a motel outside Columbia, South Carolina, Ben came in drunk 
and began tearing through some contract papers Harry had stacked neatly on 
the bureau. 

"For Christ's sakes, what in hell are you looking for?" the younger brother 
swung out of bed, seeing Ben staggering from the bureau into the bathroom 
with the documents in his hand. 

"These are going down the toilet," Ben Truett said, holding onto the 
bathroom door. 

"What. .. damn," Harry wasn't fully awake. He had seen this coming with Ben 
for weeks, but he'd tried to ignore it. All their problems had mounted up to 
the point where something had to give and, now that it was happening, he 
didn't know how to deal with it. 

"I'm sick of this. I'm tired of trucking from one goddamn place to another. 
What the hell do we get to show for it, Harry ... just tell me?" 

"Holy shit! You going to flush them papers down the toilet, Ben?" 

"Yeah," Ben said. 

"You can't do that! Those are the contracts for the stuff we're delivering 
tomorrow morning," Harry said, now facing his brother. 

"Fuck the shipment. Fuck everything," Ben stepped past Harry into the motel 
bathroom. 

"Jesus!" Harry grabbed for the papers in Ben's hand. 

The lean older brother stepped back, breathing heavily. He saw Harry coming 
at him, his fist held out and then swinging at his head. Ben ducked and 
heard the crunch of bone on plaster as Harry's hand struck the wall behind 
him. 

"Now look what you made me do," Harry stood back, looking at his bleeding 
hand. "You ain't going to do nothing with them papers, are you, Ben?" 

"I s'pose not. It wouldn't do no good, anyway," he came slowly out of the 
bathroom. 

A few minutes later, Ben lay sprawled, fully clothed, on his bed, staring at 
the ceiling. Then Harry heard his snoring, and lit a cigar and turned on the 
TV. He knew this wasn't going to be the last of it; Ben's moods came on him 
when the younger brother least expected them. He thought maybe Ben was 
right, perhaps they'd tried as hard as they could at trucking. After 
watching Johnny Carson for a half-hour, he turned off the TV and made 
himself a drink. He could sure do with some pussy, he thought; for that 
matter, so could Ben. He finished his bourbon and poured himself another. 
Later that night, Harry Truett dreamed his was holding a beautiful redhaired 
girl in his arms. She was sitting on top of him, the warmly clasping wetness 
of her vagina sucking around his erect, stone-hard cock. Back and forth the 
young voluptuous redhead went on top of him ... until he was almost there, 
he was almost ready to cum. As usual, he awoke before orgasm, his body 
covered with perspiration, and he lay there with his eyes open, thinking, 
until morning. 

 Chapter Three 

The next day things were almost back to normal for the Truett brothers, or 
at least as normal as things can be when you're driving a thirty-ton rig to 
a destination in South Carolina 

"- that you can't even find on a map. 

Things began going wrong late that afternoon. The unloaders who were 
supposed to be at the address where the Truetts delivered furniture hadn't 
shown up. Harry and Ben were forced to unpack the household items 
themselves, much to the consternation of Harry, who had his mind on making 
another delivery in Greenville that evening. That night in Greenville. Ben 
got drunk; Harry went out and picked up a prostitute. The following morning 
they were driving farther south, heading for another load of furniture in 
Alabama. In the late afternoon, Ben was at the wheel, and Harry had dozed 
off beside him. From time to time, Ben lifted a bottle and took a deep sip 
of bourbon whiskey. 

They sped into Alabama. The red-clay soil turned white-ash as they moved 
through empty towns, emerging again into open countryside. Around four 
o'clock, Ben, the older brother saw the rig with J.B. Taylor embossed on the 
tailgate. It was moving at a fast clip in front of Mm. 

The dark-haired man accelerated until they were almost bumper to bumper, 
speeding downhill through an arcade of pine. He waited till there was an 
open stretch of highway in front of them, then pulled into the left lane. 
Damn, if that don't remind me of something Ben Truett smiled to himself; 
Damn if it don't ring a natural bell inside my head. It was then that he saw 
a young woman's pretty reflection in the truck's rear-view mirror. 
Immediately, Ben Truett's cock hardened into eager, aching readiness against 
his pants .. . The girl smiled. Her long flame-colored hair streamed out the 
side window as she signaled to let him pass... 

Cindy shifted down and pulled over a little to the side of the road. Her 
generously full breasts jiggled and jounced as the truck shifted its weight; 
she pedaled the brake, clutching again, feeling the trailer sway in the 
heavy wind. Instead of passing, the following truck edged only slightly 
ahead. 

Then the road curved and it was impossible for the two rigs to make the turn 
at once. She saw an open stretch of meadow ... a blurr of yellow, a patch of 
green trees . .. and, gearing down now, pumping the brakes, hoping the rig 
wouldn't... THUD! ... she heard the crunch of steel against wood before she 
felt an almost whip-lashing impact! 

Nothing stirred. In front of her was a tree. A bird was chirping high in its 
branches. Still not believing she was alive, the young redhead shook 
herself, felt her legs go weak and trembly. She was alive, she wasn't hurt. 
Shakily, she opened the door and climbed down from the cab, feeling a burst 
of adrenalin surge through her. Only a little damage had been done when the 
cab of her truck had struck the tree; a delicate wind brushed softly against 
her paling face. She heard, voices. 

"Jesus H. Christ!" 

"I'll be damned!" 

"Whaddya think of that, Ben?" 

"Man, ain't she some piece!" 

One man was short and round-faced, with a black stubble of beard, while the 
other was taller, with greased-back dark hair. She saw them, and yet, 
somehow, it was as if she saw nothing at all. Despite their differences in 
size, they bore a faint resemblance to each other; Cindy felt both men's 
eyes running like wild-fire up and down her trembling young body. She tried 
to speak, but nothing came, only a dry rasping sound from deep in her 
throat. Behind the men, their dusty, mud-splotched rig secluded the small 
meadow from passersby on the highway. She stood there watching them approach 
her, finally managing to blurt out: "What are you doing? ... You must be 
crazy." 

Both men laughed and kept coming at her. The tall one's face was tightly 
drawn ... pasty, with dull gray eyes that darted up and down her body. He 
was walking stiff-legged toward her, each step he took narrowing the 
distance between them a yard, while the short one almost ran beside his 
companion to keep up the pace. 

Cindy felt her knees grow weak. Perspiration broke out in a necklace of hot 
beads along her forehead. She wanted to run, but she just couldn't... her 
feet were glued to the ground, her eyes welded on the two men coming at her. 

"I'd like to see your license and registration number," she said, suddenly 
realizing how stupid that must have sounded. 

"Jesus ... you're damn pretty," the short one said, seizing her by her 
slender arms and spinning her around like a top. She was knocked to the 
grass and tried to get up, and was kicked down again. Then, before she knew 
it, Harry was on her, his thick, oak-like thighs thrusting between her 
widely parted legs. 

"Ooooooooooh..." 

He was hurting her! 

"Pleeeeeeease ... Nooooooo!" 

Harry's arms encircled her defenselessly writhing body, his knees pinioned 
her long tapering legs to the mud-slick grass. He was short, 
muscularly-formed, his chest massive, his stomach thick and hard. "Nice, oh, 
you're so damn nice," he smiled. 

The young redhead bucked her voluptuous torso against his chest, but it was 
useless! "Off . . . For God's sakes ... get off MEEEEEEEE!" she moaned as 
the younger brother gripped the side opening of her girl's jeans and 
unzipped them. She felt the tiglit hip-huggers being slid down her legs 
until the tantalizing "vee" of her young loins was exposed, her nylon 
panties white triangle catching the sunlight. 

The lean, older truck driver knelt down at Cindy's head; at the same time, 
Harry, his brother, rose to his haunches pulling her jeans down over her 
long slender legs, and throwing them into the grass. 

Ben dropped his eyes from the ripely full mounds of her breasts to the 
smooth flatness of her stomach and on down to the auburn-curled pussy he 
envisioned nestled softly between her wide-held thighs. He watched as her 
hands clutched down at her curving thighs to hide her wispily covered cunt. 
"You going to be nice to OP Ben ... or do you want a little rough-housing 
before we begin?" 

"Look, we don't want to hurt you," the other heavy-set brother interrupted. 

"Then why not let me go?" she cowered below the men timidly, her eyes moving 
from one cruel face to the other. 

"Shit, we can't do that, can we, Harry?" 

The scent of pine resin from the forest filled the air. In the tree 
overhead, Cindy could see a squirrel leaping from one low-hanging branch to 
another. Afternoon sunlight angled low through green foliage, shining 
waveringly through the grass. She sighed, tried to lean back to escape Ben's 
iron grip on her shoulders, but she couldn't. "Ooooooooh, God, ... why ... 
why did this have to happen?" 

The sight of the young girl's subjugated position on the ground beneath him 
sent a lewdly banking shiver of anticipation through Harry's loins... He 
hadn't wanted to get involved in this thing, but now that they'd started he 
didn't see how he could quit. There was nothing he'd like more than to ram 
the heatedly pulsating length of his penis into her tight little pussy and 
feel her tremble beneath him... 

Harry, the older brother, adjusted his position on the grass between her 
legsrand ran his hands down Cindy's sweater, shifting his clenching fingers 
over her gently uplifting breasts. "Stop ... don't touch me ... not there," 
she bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to suppress the warm sensation 
that burnt in her hardening nipples as he squeezed and massaged them. 

Cindy sighed openly when he began to undo the buttoned front of her summer 
sweater and dug her teeth helplessly into her lip again, drawing blood, as 
her sweater was opened to her firmly taut stomach. She closed her eyes, 
feeling the younger man's fingers slipping beneath her tight brassiere, his 
fingertips touching both tremblingly nugget-hard nipples. She just couldn 't 
take any more of this ... and she raised her legs, lifting out her knees in 
an attempt to push him from between her soft rounded thighs. Suddenly, Harry 
was stretching her le^s back down, painfully widening her knees until she 
thought the tendons would snap. 

"Arrrrrrrgh!" she screamed. 

"Now, you be careful with her," Ben warned his younger brother. "That ain't 
no way to get a gal pretty as Cindy warmed up!" 

"You should know, lover-boy," Harry snickered without removing his eyes from 
the young generously proportioned body beneath him. "Right now, Ben, I'd 
like you to watch how it's done ... maybe you'll learn some pointers from 
the way I do it." 

The heavily muscular man coursed one hand down over Gndy's trembling 
breasts, tugging with the other behind until her brassiere clasp broke with 
a harsh elastic snap. Without pausing, Harry tore at the sweater, pulling it 
up over her head, where it tangled with her flaming red hair, and then 
tossing it on the ground by her jeans. Then he tugged at the lacy white 
brassiere until it came loose, exposing her nakedly enticing mounds to the 
air. 

"Goddamn ... they are something ... they are really something," Harry's eyes 
gaped from their sockets at the small pink nipples that bulleted instantly 
before his eyes ... 

"Nooooooo, please ... I'll do anything, just let me go . .. I've got money," 
she pleaded, painfully aware there was no physical way to escape the 
impending ravishment. 

"I don't want your money," Harry hissed into her face. "Much as we both need 
money, we don't want it." 

A discomforting, low heat found its way into the pit of her defenselessly 
squirming belly. It was both pleasurable and alarming, merging with lewd 
forbidden sensations pulsing hotly through the hardening tips of her breasts 
as Harry gently squeezed them. 

"I'll lift up, Ben, while you pull off her little panties. Then I'll fuck 
her." 

"God... Oh, no!" she pivoted on her roundly straining buttocks, rising 
against Harry as Ben began tugging at the sheer white nylon. 

"Wait... Hold up on it, I want to strip," Harry cautioned his brother. 

Ben released his hold on her buttocks while Harry stood up, quickly removing 
his shirt, then unbuckling his denim pants and dropping them in a heap on 
the ground. 

Cindy tried not to look, wanted desperately to avoid the lewdly obscene 
sight of his naked loins ... but she couldn't resist; something curious 
inside her that defied the redhead's understanding forced her to fix her 
eyes on the younger brother. She saw him slide down his underwear, revealing 
the massively thick shaft of his penis spearing out angrily from curly black 
pubic hair. The truck driver was so close she could see the webbing veins 
lacing the underridge and a droplet of his male lubricant secreted at the 
rapidly engorging tip. 

Harry stood defiantly over the girl, wrapping his hand around the 
lust-hardened shaft, jerking it back and forth over her helpless young body. 
He watched her cringe as he pulled the foreskin over his pulsating cockhead 
and saw her draw back, pushing inadvertantly into Ben's arms. 

"OOOOh, God ... I can't take it... this is too much!" Cindy felt Ben's 
breath on her neck as he held her shoulders from behind, then saw the older 
brother's hand reach out and touch one nakedly trembling breast. She winced 
as he fondled the firm full mound, and then stiffened back into him. He 
began eagerly massaging its responsive softness ... With one hand free she 
knocked the older man into the grass, only to have him violently thrust 
forward again. 

Suddenly, Harry was on top of her in front, lewdly inserting his fingers 
beneath the tight panty waistband. She jerked as his cool fingertips 
caressed her resilient belly-flesh, pressing down over the feathering pubic 
hair spanning softly upward from her fearfully cringing cunt. She couldn't 
move, was unable to force him off her, though her legs strained sleekly 
beneath Harry's thighs while his knees angled her own wider apart. 

"God ... No, please, no ... God, God, God," she screamed into the trees. 

Her mind blanked, then refocused. Who were these men who had forced her off 
the road and then mauled her? What were they trying to do, and why? How 
could she fight them when she knew she couldn't resist mucTi longer without 
risking her life? Cindy Taylor had never experienced this sort of thing 
before; when Jack had made love to her he'd been so gentle, so 
understanding, but this was out and out rape ... still, allowing them to do 
what they would to her young, vigorously healthy body was better than 
angering them by resisting further. 

The redhead's mind snapped back into reality when she felt Harry's powerful 
hands pulling her white bikini panties over her squirming flesh, exposing 
the tempting curls of her pubic mound to the air. He slid the small panties 
over her shapely thighs and down to her calves, pausing a moment to observe 
the breathtaking sweep of her long lithe legs, then jerked them off and 
threw them spitefully into the high yellow grass. 

"You won't have to worry about them anymore," he leered down at her and 
again kneeled close up between her tremblingly separated young thighs. 

"What you going to do now, Harry?" Ben said, loosening his grip on their 
young captive's shoulders. Looking at her shamelessly naked body before him, 
he let out a sigh into her touseled mane of red hair. One of Ben's hands 
fondled her hugely set breasts while the other refastened itself hard on her 
shoulder. 

"I never seen a prettier, more inviting looking pussy than that," Harry 
said. "I intend to do what any man would, if he had the same chance as I 
do!" 

The young redhead's eyes had trouble focusing on the man kneeling 
licentiously below. She tried to think of something else, to let her mind 
dwell on what it would be like afterwards ... but she couldn't. Harry's 
hands gripped her spasming thighs, pulling them wider apart, and then she 
felt his hot breath rushing softly across them. The heat contrasted 
obscenely with the coolness of the air. 

"Don't fight it," he called out through the hoarseness of his chest. "Just 
relax and enjoy it, cause I'm gonna give you a fuck such as you never had 
before." 

Then, he shifted over on his side, dropping out of the clasping warmth of 
her thighs to face her. She rolled her head away so that she wouldn't have 
to look into Harry's snickering face ... then she saw Ben, who had risen to 
his feet, standing above them, and the naked young redhead whimpered in 
resigned humiliation, knowing that they had her completely in their control. 

The younger brother's hands coursed up her widespread thighs and rested just 
below her fearfully quivering cunt for an instant before he began stroking 
the moist trembling vaginal flesh with his fingers. The girl truck driver 
shuddered at his touch and tensed, but he continued circling his fingers 
over the pinkly glistening folds of her pussy. After a moment, he used his 
thumbs and extended middle finger to spread her hotly pulsating cunt lips 
and expose the little bud of her clitoris, bringing out the tiny pleasure 
center to thrusting erection. 

"Please ... stop, no, no ... no, no!" she moaned, but his fingers continued 
their maddening assault, probing her warmly opening cuntal flanges while he 
slid his other hand down between her soft resilient ass-cheeks to nudge her 
puckering little anus. She tried to stifle a groan as her tingling pussy 
mound involuntarily rose up towards his caressing fingers, tried to stifle 
the lewd sensations that spread out from her trembling vaginal area ... but 
she couldn't 

"Hey, Cindy," he moved closer on the grass, restraddling her legs as his 
hands worked over the warmly wet flesh of her now responding pussy. "Now 
reach out and take my cock!" 

A low shudder of unexpected excitement passed through her struggling belly. 
Oh God! What was happening to her? 

The young redhead used all her willpower to fight the unwanted and 
unexpected sensuality; yet the walls of her resistance seemed to crumble as 
he coursed his hands over the warmly throbbing cuntal flesh. She could feel 
soft ripples of ecstatic pleasure spreading throughout her body, a pleasure 
so beguiling that she relaxed the straining of her thighs. Like some 
mindless love-slave, she rose toward the grinning truck driver, stretched 
out one trembling hand, and obediently began stroking the long thick flesh 
of his cock. 

"Dammmmmmn!" Harry groaned and pivoted his hardness closer to her fingers 
that were timidly grasping its pulsating thickness. Despite her fear she 
held it in the clasping warmth of her hand for a moment. Looking down, she 
gave a sigh; his blue-veined penis stood out against her trembling belly, 
the cock's head swollen angrily and its skin stretched so tight that it 
seemed to shine. 

"Jesus! You going to fuck her, or what?" she' heard Harry's brother's voice 
come from somewhere above them. 

"Yeah... Oh yeah!" Harry hissed through clenched teeth. Harry began a slow 
grinding motion with his pelvis against the warm moistened lips of her cunt. 
The trugidly throbbing head traced a tantalizing path of lewd sensation up 
and down her wet, hair-lined pussy split, probing at it until the moist 
layers of cuntal flesh parted and his long fleshy rod fit-snugly within the 
heated furrow. He slid his rock-hard penis up and down her throbbing vaginal 
crevice. It fomented a warm glowing sensation that tingled salaciously from 
her quivering little clitoris down through her swollen cuntal lips and into 
her dilating vaginal passage. The shamelessly aroused young woman fought 
feebly against the torment of his cock rubbing against her hot little pussy, 
fought with all her might not to surrender to it. But she knew that he was 
only moments away from total victory ... only moments away from thrusting 
his long hard shaft of male flesh up into her belly. "Noooooo, for God's 
sakes ... pleeease!" she groaned beneath the desire-swollen face pressing 
against her cheeks. Near total despair now, she sudddenly realized that her 
hips were betraying her real desire. They moved in eager little circles, 
rotating around, as though dancing, in time to the upthrusting motions of 
his cock. Slowly, of their own accord, her knees raised until they were 
locked in place on either side of his naked buttocks. The hair on his legs 
teased against the tender backs of her thighs, expanding the lewd sensation 
in her cunt-mound down the tingling nerve endings of her legs. 

"I can't believe it," she groaned at her own defeat, "Just can't ... God ... 
oh No! Nooooo!" 

The aroused young college student hooked her heels behind his knees, and 
with a low bestial sound of hunger, her arms snaked around his neck and 
pulled his lips wetly down against hers. 

"Mmmmmmmm," she mewled into his passion-contorted face. Harry jammed his 
tongue into her mouth and she sucked voraciously on it; soft erupting sounds 
of contentment and pleasure escaped through the warmly sucking juncture of 
their lips. 

Cindy gyrated her hungry young cunt in a few impatient, grinding thrusts up 
against his lengthening hardness, trying to draw it into her warmly 
quivering vagina at once. "Oooooh," she mewled below him, sucking again on 
his lips as his tongue took complete mastery of her mouth. 

Suddenly, Harry was looking down at her large firm breasts swaying gently 
toward her ribs and quivering with each gasp that came from her throat. 

"Okay, sister," he said. "You ready for it?" 

"Oh... yesssss, do it, do it to meee!" she whispered, totally out of control 
now. 

He reached down between their sweat-streaked bodies to grasp his wetly 
glistening penis, positioning it right above the throbbing little opening to 
her heated cuntal flesh. 

"What you want me to do? Go on, say it, Cindy!" 

"I want... God ... PLEASE FUCK MEEE!" the red-haired beauty was more than 
ready and there was no need to wait an instant longer. 

As though he were moving a guided missle into firing position, Harry placed 
the large rubbery head of his male hardness up against the hot searing 
entrance to her vaginal depths. Pausing a moment, he nuzzled his cock's head 
around in an impatient semicircle until the tight elastic cuntal mouth 
suddenly gave way! With one smooth movement of his hips, he thrust forward, 
and his long burgeoning cock sluiced warmly up into her almost virginally 
tight pussy. 

"Ooooooh, yeesssss," she cried, her eyes rolling in ecstasy as his 
sperm-bloated balls slapped flatly against her upturned buttocks; her 
jerking cunt opened wetly for him as the impact of his thrust drove her 
trembling young thighs even wider apart. 

The length and thickness of Harry Truett's cock was even greater than the 
helpless redhead had imagined when she first had seen it wagging lewdly in 
its foreskinned hardness in front of her face4. It seemed now to fill her 
completely, brimming out at its base from the clinging vaginal lips and 
forcing her snugly fitting passage wider than she ever thought possible. 

Cindy gurgled up at him, suddenly wanting to be fucked to the point of being 
hurt; she wanted to feel every ounce of her subjugation to the desires of 
the flesh thrown back at her face and cunt ... to wallow in total shame and 
humiliation. She came to realize that there was more of the whore inside her 
than she'd ever imagined. Yesss ... that was one part of herself that Jack 
Bowman hadn't been able to bring forth; but now this strange man had 
unleashed a lewd passion that she had never dreamed she possessed. 

"Ooooooh, yes, fuck me, fuccccccck, screwwwwwwww meeeee!" she moaned, 
digging her talonlike fingers into the soft flesh of his smoothly rotating 
buttocks. 

Harry Truett gloated above, knowing that he had brought the helpless young 
Taylor girl to the brink of total surrender... that there was no longer even 
a shred of resistance left in her. 

He pivoted up on his knees and elbows above her crazily thrashing body, 
permitting her nibbling young cunt to suck up and down the pulsating length 
of his immobile cock at will. 

"Yessssss," the auburn-haired girl's voice was strained with erotic tension, 
"Ohhhhh, Harry, fuck me like that... Oh, Jesus, yes, do it!" 

The stocky truck driver slipped his hands under her frantically churning 
ass-cheeks, grasping them painfully, one in each hand. The little bitch had 
gotten down to it faster than he'd expected; now, with the uncontrolled 
excitement of fucking into her nearly virginal young cunt he felt a heatedly 
turgid pressure surge up from deep in his balls. Damn! but I'm gonna blow 
it, he muttered to himself, trying to stave off the orgasm that was already 
threatening to burst in hot lewd waves into her fervidly pumping vagina^ 

He began to fuck into her faster and harder, feeling the shamelessly aroused 
young girl flexing and unflexing her naked buttocks beneath his fingers. 
Cindy jerked her impaled pussy flesh harder up on his penis, while at the 
same time he squeezed and fondled her undulating ass-cheeks, letting the 
resilient flesh ooze like bread-dough around his hands. 

With only the slightest forewarning, he groaned and began lunging into her 
furiously, his hands clutching her squirming ass-cheeks like a sailor 
clinging to the wreckage of a sinking ship. 

With a sudden thrusting stab up into her clasping pussy, he felt the heated 
cum rising and swelling his balls, and his thickly expanding cock burst open 
... 

"Shit... I'm cumming!" Harry cried out, as the hot molten sperm spewed from 
his cock's head and streamed wetly into Cindy's womb. 

"Oooh, no, not yet, I'm not there yet," she protested, as the lust-driven 
truck driver slapped his stomach down hard again and again on her hungrily 
squirming belly, shooting the last of his geysering white cum into her still 
unsatiated vagina* 

Then, the heavyset man pulled off her and stood up. 

Looking to the side, she saw Ben, already naked, his lean form poised .and 
ready, his long hard cock jutting rigidly like a huge lance from his groin. 

"Yesss ... Ben, you can do it!" she intoned. 

"You bet I can!" he dropped onto his hands and knees and scrambled up 
between Cindy's curving thighs. Looking down, Cindy suddenly realized that 
the older brother's cock was much larger than Harry's. God ... it was 
enormous ... it would split her in two! 

"Spread your legs wide, honey, I'm coming in now," Ben grinned in triumph 
above her. "Harry got you warmed up, and now Ben's here to finish the work 
he left undone!" 

He levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands pushing her shoulders to 
the ground. He dropped one hand between their bodies, taking the throbbing 
cock between his fingers, and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery 
head to part the pink flesh lips of her cunt. Cindy turned her-head to one 
side in the grass, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft 
electrical contact against the sensitive edges of her moist pussy. 

"I think -God, you might be too big." 

There was no answer. 

"Please, I don't know now ... oh God, you're very large," she pleaded as she 
felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her 
vagina. 

He pushed. 

"Aaaaaagh," she coughed as the bulbously throbbing tip slipped through, 
stretching cruelly the moistly tight opening until Cindy thought her thighs 
were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure. God... he was 
much larger than Harry, much longer and thicker. 

Ben fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm breasts tightly back 
against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time - his long 
hard cock slid into her cunt like a raging freight train, pushing the wetly 
lubricated flesh of her vagina in rippling waves before it. There was no 
stopping it until with a loud groan his balls smacked heavily into the 
upturned crevice of her tightly-clenched ass. 

The older brother wasted no time with the preliminaries. Immediately, he 
began to fuck into her with long deep strokes, thrusting hard from the tips 
of his toes and ramming the last inch of his heatedly expanding cock up into 
her tight little hole. A moan from her lips resounded through the shaded 
clearing like a cry of a wounded and dying animal. Cindy's eyes opened wide, 
gazed glassy and unseeing at the leaves fluttering in a slight wind on the 
sycamore branches overhead. 

Her sensual young body was slick with perspiration and even the area above 
her nakedly straining buttocks was wet. The plane of her rippling belly and 
the sloping area above her pussy mound were hot with the liquid passion that 
seemed to spill out in an unending flow from her moistly receiving cunt. 
"Mmmmmmmmm ... yesssss,. mmmmm, yes, yes! Fuck me hard!" she urged her new 
lover on with little kisses along his shoulders. 

With each slap of Ben's sperm-filled balls on the wet crevice between her 
rotating-ass-cheeks, Cindy could feel more of her excited secretions pulsing 
out. In her mind she could visualize every lewd detail of his obscene 
pummeling of her naked young body - his sinuous thighs wedging against her 
slender legs, and the smooth pistoning of his long thick cock impaled deep 
up her pussy like a hot flaming pike. 

"Oh ... you bastard, Fuck me haaaard, fuck meee!" she chanted into his neck. 
She was nearing orgasm and swung her gripping thighs up and around Ben's 
back, waving her hollowing buttocks in uncontrolled abandon as she spiraled 
her suddenly convulsing cunt up and down on his ramming cock. 

She gasped; then stiffened; her eyes grew wide. Then she screamed: "I'm 
cummmmmmmmming! Cummmmmmmmmmming!" 

Cindy's nakedly thrashing body shook and arched high, and she wrapped her 
arms around his neck, pulling his face close to her own. - The young redhead 
felt the muscles of her wetly exploding cunt expand and contract in fury, 
the pulsating lips, of her pussy grasping around his hard-driving cock. Her 
hot fluid spewed down the wide-split crevice of her buttocks and flowed over 
his sperm-bloated balls as they slapped down hard against his fingers thrust 
into her quivering ass-cheeks. 

The complete abandon of the girl's orgasm started a hotly aching pressure in 
Ben Truett's loins, and suddenly he felt a familiar tingling in his 
violently expanding balls. He gripped the thrashing young redhead's buttocks 
and squeezed them with a cruel strength, drawing her up in midair and 
feeling her cringe as great gasps of passion began spewing from his own 
throat. 

"Oh .,. Christ... OH!" Ben snorted, his lips contorting and his face 
flushing over as his climax ripped through him. His strokes increased to a 
raging peak of fury; his pelvis smacked like a flat board against the 
raggedly pink pussy lips as the rush of his vulcanizing cum shot from the 
spurting head of his cock, exploding deep down into the liquid depths of her 
vanquished cunt. 

The two lay momentarily entwined, and then Cindy pulled away as full 
consciousness returned to her. Swaying in satiated weariness, she reached 
across the grass and began gathering up her clothes. 

"Well, I guess Archie won that bet," she heard Harry's voice from behind 
her. 

"It was well-worth the fifty bucks," Ben said, rising from the ground. 

Cindy refused to look at the two lewdly grinning truck drivers as she pulled 
on her panties and then her jeans. 

Instinctively, she knew she'd given the two men more than they'd expected to 
receive from her. Now completely dressed, she turned to them and said: "Will 
you give me some help with the truck? I think it's in as bad condition as 
lam." 

 Chapter Four 

It was around seven or eight o'clock of a Friday evening when Cindy had come 
into the Dixie Hills trucking center to talk with Norma Jean Simpson, her 
old friend since school. Norma Jean, the pretty dark-haired waitress with a 
figure that caused men to stop in their tracks and take second and third 
glances, often chatted with the pretty Taylor girl during work breaks while 
Cindy waited for her rig to be serviced. 

On this .particular evening the two girlfriends were seated at a back table 
in a closed section of the coffee shop. The jukebox was playing an old Hank 
Williams number and a few truckers were hunched over coffee at the counter, 
occasionally looking back to where the redhead and brunette were talking. 

It had taken three days for Cindy to recover from the shock of what had 
happened to her in Alabama. Luckily, her mother and father had been on 
vacation, so she hadn't been forced to explain to them why she was upset. 
Still, she needed to talk to someone about it, and she'd decided to unburden 
herself to Norma Jean. 

Cindy smoked nervously while she told her story. Norma Jean didn't let one 
word slip by without nodding her head, smiling her dazzling smile, and in 
other ways trying to assure the pretty redhead that she did understand. One 
bit of information Norma Jean couldn't tell Cindy was that she'd overheard 
the Truett brothers talking with Archie Cleghorn two weeks ago. In a way, 
Norma Jean was indirectly to blame for what had happened, since she hadn't 
said anything . .. hadn't warned the Taylor girl about the bet between 
Archie and Ben. But that was all water over the dam, she thought now. The 
most sensible thing she could do was comfort her girlfriend as much as she 
could. 

"I know you'll think this is stupid," the sexy young redhead forced herself 
to smile, "but I probably learned something that afternoon." 

"What's that?" 

Cindy tossed her flaming auburn hair across her shoulders, and said, 
"Before, when I heard men talking about me, I didn't think any harm was 
intended. But now I know different, though I can sort of understand how they 
feel. It must be strange." 

"You mean because you're driving a truck?" 

Norma Jean said. 

"Yes .. . that, and the fact that I'm young." 

"And very attractive," her friend patted Cindy's hand. "You can't forget 
that. Those tight jeans and sweaters don't hide much, honey." 

"They're about the only sensible thing I can wear," she protested. 

"It took me about three months waitressing to realize what you know," the 
young brunette lit her cigarette from Cindy's. "The men here ... well, I 
know some of the things they say are downright obscene. They gawk and stare, 
but sometimes I kind of enjoy their comments. Maybe that's because I'm 
behind the counter and they're out front. It makes a big difference." 

Norma Jean rose from their booth and went to the cash register to check out 
with her boss for the evening. Cindy watched her friend moving her lithe 
young body gracefully through the narrow swinging door separating the coffee 
shop from concession stand. Then she sipped her coffee which Norma Jean had 
spiked with a little whiskey. Irish Coffee, Norma Jean had called it; 
already Cindy could feel it warming her insides to a gentle glow which 
mingled with a warm feeling she felt for her girlfriend. 

Cindy couldn't get over how understanding the brunette had been; talking to 
Norma Jean was almost like having an older sister to console you, she 
thought. She'd come to like the .Simpson girl more each time she'd dropped 
in on her at Dixie Hills - much more than she ever did when they'd been in 
the same high school. The vivacious brunette, two years older than Cindy, 
had been considered pretty wild by the clique Cindy associated with. Now she 
saw , Norma Jean picking her way back through the table-crowded dining room. 
She'd never noticed how creamily smooth Norma Jean's skin was, nor how 
perfectly formed and sensuous were her features, and she felt the color come 
to her face when her eyes dropped to take in Norma Jean's voluptuously 
formed breasts. 

"Is something the matter?" the young waitress glanced at the redhead as she 
sat down, increasing Cindy's blushing embarassment. 

Cindy fidgeted on the seat across from her girlfriend, rinding it difficult 
to frame into words what she was about to say before her thoughts got 
sidetracked. "I've got to get home," she began to stand up and then saw the 
disappointed look on Norma Jean's face and sat down again. "I need some 
sleep before I take off at five tomorrow morning." 

"Why don't you stay at my place tonight? I'm sure ol' Frank wouldn't mind," 
the curvy brunette could tell Cindy was uncomfortable about something. 

"Well, maybe it's better if I go home." 

"I invite you to my house once in a blue moon, Cindy," Norma Jean said. 

"But I'll be getting up at four-thirty," she demurred. 

Norma Jean gave a wide smile and stood up. "We'll have ribs and potato 
salad. Frank just bought a gallon of Chianti. . . and there's gin, and 
scotch, and whatever else that son-of-a^gun stocks in his bar!" 

Frank Simpson, Norma Jean's husband, had gone out to a bowling tournament in 
Decatur for the eyening, and so the young redhead and brunette ate dinner, 
talked quietly and had drinks by themselves. The "Simpson place was in a 
large suburban development on the north side of Atlanta. Frank worked as a 
linotype operator for an Atlanta newspaper, and it looked as though he was 
doing quite well. They finished dessert and Norma Jean showed Cindy around 
the small, but comfortably furnished home. 

After she'd seen everything from the hall closet to the basement washroom 
and had taken, a peek at Norma Jean's summer wardrobe, the two girls settled 
down facing each other on the carpet in the living room. 

"It's a big change from what I was used to before we got married," the perky 
brunette hiked up her short skirt, making herself a seat on a pink cushion. 
"I'd had just about enough of that country living, then Frank came around, 
luckily for me and the rest of the family." 

Cindy recalled that Norma Jean had grown up in a rural area outside the 
city. Her family was dirt-poor, originally coming to Atlanta from the 
mountains of north Georgia after the mills were closed down. Then the 
redhead forced her thoughts back to the present situation .. . "I've thought 
about getting married, but there's so much to see and do ... I think I'll 
wait a few years, then see what happens." 

The young waitress had already finished her drink, and rose to her feet to 
pour another, when Cindy said, "How long have you and Frank been married?" 

"About three years," Norma Jean trounced across the carpet to the small bar 
next to the stereo. "Sometimes it seems longer . . . and then Frank does 
something nice, maybe he'll make love very gently to me, and it doesn't seem 
long at all!" She mixed two more drinks, put some low music on the 
stereo-tapedeck, and said, "How about you? Do you have anyone special?" 

"I did, but I haven't seen him in a couple of weeks. Jack's nice .. . 
neither of us are serious about the other, but we've had a good time." 

"What did you say his name was?" Norma Jean suddenly recalled the 
conversation she'd overheard between Archie Cleghorn and the Truett 
brothers. 

"Jack Bowman," Cindy said. 

The brunette waitress turned and looked at Cindy ... She knew Jack Bowman 
well. Cleghorn had mentioned him in connection with the young redhead . .. 
had said someone had heard Bowman boasting about how he'd seduced Cindy. She 
decided not to mention it, though there was no harm in saying she knew Jack. 

"I've seen him around Dixie Hills. I must say, he's quite handsome," she 
handed Cindy her drink and dropped softly on the carpet next to her. 

"I think so," Cindy felt herself blushing for the third time that evening. 
"I've known him for years. Jack teaches school in the winters. You must've 
seen him quite often to remember him." 

"It's not hard to remember names and faces in my business," Norma Jean 
laughed lightly. 

Cindy sipped her new drink, feeling the alcohol affect her senses, dulling 
them somewhat. They'd had a bottle of Chianti between them with their meal, 
plus some after dinner brandy, and now the scotch. Suddenly she had a desire 
to stretch out on the carpet and fall asleep right there. "I'm tired ... 
darn, if I'm not exhausted," Cindy said. 

"You have a right to be, honey, after all you've been through." 

"You've been great. It's wonderful to have someone to talk to," Cindy felt 
Norma Jean's hand come up from behind and touch her back. 

"I can help you relax," Norma Jean said, "Maybe you'd like to tell me more 
about what those men did to you." 

"The details are a little frightening," Cindy felt that weak trembling 
sensation run like quicksilver through her loins, as it always did when she 
thought about the shameless rape of her young body. "At first, I hated it. . 
. then something terrible happened." 

"You started to enjoy it," the brunette said, a tinge of knowing lewdness 
entering her voice. 

Cindy could feel Norma Jean's hands slipping to her shoulder and brushing 
softly through her cascading hair. The young redhead let out a soft sigh as 
the fingers massaged down the tensed sinews of her back and moved to her 
shoulder blades. 

"This is just what you need. A rubdown to make the hurt go away. Frank does 
this to me when I'm especially strung out after waitressing," she whispered, 
and continued the caressive magic lower now, touching the small of Cindy's 
back above her rounded buttocks that were resting on a fluffed up cushion. 

"You were right about enjoying it," Cindy couldn't help saying. "It's still 
something I can't understand ... If I don't want to like it, when a man does 
something like that, why should I?" 

"It's biological. There's nothing you can do about it when a man pushes his 
long hard cock up between your legs." 

"God,. .. It's strange, but even now I get excited, especially when you say 
it like that." 

Norma Jean kep up the tender massaging of Cindy's tensed shoulders and back, 
moving her hands around in devilishly soothing circles up under her arms 
till her fingertips were almost touching the sides of her ripely swelling 
breasts. Cindy felt a shudder of erotic pleasure pass through her as she 
felt the tips of the brunette's nipples press intimately against her back. 
She drew forward an inch, but felt Norma Jean move with her from behind. 

"You need real tenderness, after going through a shock such as you had," 
Norma said in a cooing voice. "That little pussy of yours must have gone 
through a heck of a lot that afternoon." 

Cindy became immediately aware that there was something more than 
affectionate massage being done to her, but for a number of too obvious 
reasons she didn't want the other woman to stop! 

"Sometimes, I wonder about myself," Norma Jean laughed and pulled away from 
the young girl's body. 

Cindy sat up and turned around so she could see her girlfriend. Norma Jean 
was smiling, her lips moist and parted slightly. The top button of her 
revealingly low-cut blouse had come undone and Cindy caught a glimpse of 
tantalizing, lush cleavage. 

"You're just normal, there's nothing wrong with you," she smiled, though 
inwardly she was wondering about herself in the same way. "I've heard lots 
of girls say the same thing. I guess it's normal to be attracted to other 
women. It's kind of flattering, to have someone else think you're sexy as 
well." 

Suddenly, Cindy felt embaressed at what she was saying. The only time she'd 
actually felt the same emotion as she did now was when she'd been at Girl 
Scout camp in Tennessee one summer. She'd awakened one night and found 
another girl in her bunk, rubbing her knee against Cindy's young pussy. 
She'd pretended she was still asleep, and let the girl touch her vagina, 
coming to climax soon after her bed-partner had begun massaging her erect 
little clitoris and plunging her forefinger into Cindy's uncontrollably 
excited cunt. But now she felt different... the two of them were adults and 
they knew what they were doing. 

"Well, time -for bed," Norma Jean stirred, her eyes twinkling suggestively 
as she stood up from the carpet. 

The two girls went down the hall and Norma Jean showed Cindy to Frank's 
study, where Cindy would spend the night. It was decorated with mounted game 
Frank had shot or caught in the wilds -of Georgia. Above the bed, a huge 
large-mouth bass stared down at the two women, its eyes bulging as though it 
had terrible second thoughts the moment it was hooked. 

Norma Jean left the room and came back with a light gauzy nightgown. Cindy 
changed quickly and shyly into the flimsy nightie, then her girlfriend said, 
"Lie down, Cindy, on the bed, I'll try to do a better job of massaging you 
this time." 

The brunette's eyes were lust-hazed, and her full moist lips glistened in 
the indirect overhead light. 

"I don't know," Cindy said nervously, unsure of her own emotions. 'This may 
be going a bit too far." The young redhead was like a teenager demurring at 
the prospect of being kissed on a first date. 

Norma Jean came beside her, pushed her genly but firmly toward the bed, and 
tugged Cindy's nightgown over her head, leaving her totally naked. Cindy was 
on her stomach a moment later, with the nightgown thrown over the bedspread 
and Frank Simpson's wife straddling her rounded buttocks. The brunette's 
thighs were spread apart and her skirt pushed up, and Cindy could feel Norma 
Jean's warm vaginal mound scraping against the back of her leg. 

"This is a touchy thing, you know. You have to put just so much pressure on 
the nerves and muscles to do the job. It feels okay, doesn't it?" the 
dark-haired girl asked. 

"Oh, no, I mean yes, it feels really fine. So warm ..." Cindy tried to push 
aside any thought of the forbidden, the obscene from her mind. 

Norma Jean's fingers worked their way down Cindy's naked back, her palms 
widespread as the massaged and caressed the smooth taut flesh. "After what 
you've been through, I bet you're really tensed up here," she said, lifting 
her weight and sliding her hands quickly over the twin white cheeks of 
Cindy's ass. 

"Wow, it does feel nice," the trembling former college student answered; 
tensing and relaxing her buttocks as the girl plied and kneaded their curved 
softness. A low groan of unwanted desire bubbled out of her throat. 

Suddenly, without warning, Norma Jean was pushing her over on her side and 
stroking her tautly quivering breasts, pausing to taunt her nipples into 
hardness with a knowing feminine touch. Then she was trailing a finger down 
her ribs as she shifted position until they were lying on their sides facing 
each other. 

Cindy stared wide-eyed in the amber light at the voluptuously curved body of 
this woman whose intimate touches were both exciting and sending a tremor of 
fear through her body. The combined effect of the two emotions left her 
bereft of any power to act. 

"I ... I don't understand," Cindy stammered as the dark-haired woman's 
strong, slightly taller body quivered hotly and pressed with licentious 
directness against her own. 

"Quiet. . . you'll wake up the house," Norma 

Jean giggled, and stood up from the bed. She undressed rapidly, tossing her 
skirt and blouse onto a chair. She undressed rapidly, tossing her skirt and 
blouse onto a chair. Then, with only a superficial modesty, she pulled off 
her black lacy brassiere, letting Cindy's eyes glance appreciatively up "at 
her large, gently uplifting mounds, before sliding down her matching black 
panties. She smiled as Cindy's eyes went from her pink-nippled breasts to 
her pussy mound. "Honey, just relax. I can make you happy. Very very happy, 
and in a way that only a woman can." 

Norma Jean settled down on the bed and her hand came up and touched Cindy's 
cheeks. The innocent young redhead lay still while gentle fingers ran down 
over her lips and moved gently along them, and then over her chin to her 
long smooth neck. She shivered from the delicately tracing fingertips. 

"Cindy, you're such a lovely girl, a beautiful girl. When we were in school 
together, I used to watch you with that crowd you hung around with. You were 
the best looking of the lot, as I recall. You should have heard what some of 
the boys said about you behind your back ... I always wondered how much 
fucking you got, whether you gave them a chance at that sexy little body?" 

The remark jolted the auburn-haired girl. She didn't know how to answer ... 
of course, she'd let some boys do a little petting with her. "Did you?" 

"N-no ..." Cindy stuttered finally, not really knowing if she could count 
the two times in college boys had made love to her. 

"That afternoon, you must have enjoyed it when those men did things to you. 
As a matter of fact, you said you did. Did you suck anyone's cock? Why don't 
you tell me everything they did to you?" 

Cindy lay unable to move, as though it were impossible for her to believe 
what was taking place; she'd heard of women who were this way, but she had 
never knowingly been in one's presence. But with Norma Jean it was 
different. There was something frivolous and fun-loving in her nature. Her 
friend didn't seem to take things like this seriously, so then, Cindy 
thought, why did she have to? 

Again, the linotype operator's wife's hand dropped to one lushly formed 
breast and her face moved closer. Then . .. her lips closed over her own, 
gently at first, so that Cindy could feel the sharply delineated imprint, 
and then more eagerly. Cindy felt her own lips, rigid in the beginning, 
relax slowly under the pressure. Then as the tongue slipped wetly into her 
mouth, she seemed to give in completely and let her body follow it up, 
rubbing her sensually aroused cunt hard against the brunette's. 

Norma Jean's hand continued to massage her tingling breasts with a woman's 
knowledge while 

Cindy, dazed from the events of the past few days, her abused body still 
smoldering with the erotically aroused embers kindled deep inside her, found 
something tranquilizing in the other girl's attentions. She closed her eyes 
and began to tremble from head to toe, all alive with crazy flames dancing 
across her nerve ends. The teasing fingers raced over the moist sensitive 
flesh like devilish insect wings, taunting her to the point where any 
resistance would soon disappear. 

"God, you're something," Norma Jean sighed, holding on tight and rubbing her 
naked body against Cindy's so that their lust-hardened nipples met and the 
soft warm breasts of one crushed voluptuously into the other. 

Cindy felt Norma Jean Simpson's thigh raise up and her long tapering leg 
twine about her until the older girl's jet black pubic hair brushed warmly 
against her own wetly heated pussy. Abruptly, Norma Jean's hand was on 
Cindy's involuntarily squirming buttocks, pulling them apart, and slipping 
her fingers between them. The naked truck-driving girl jerked forward, her 
breasts squeezing against Norma Jean's softly trembling mounds, as the other 
girl caressed her tightly puckered anus with an extended middle finger. A 
moment later, Norma Jean was slithering down her responsively quivering 
body, rolling her on to her back and crawling up between Cindy's widespread 
trembling legs. 

"No . . . don't," Cindy dropped her hands to her own insanely pulsing cunt 
and held her breath, trying to keep from making any sound? She could feel 
Norma Jean's soft hand running over her sensitive inner thighs, caressing 
them in a soft sensuous way, lingering over the insides and then- gently 
trailing up to where Cindy had drawn her hands over her vagina. 

"You shouldn't have done that. We're friends, why can't we enjoy each 
other?" Norma Jean gave a little tug at the redhead's fingers which remained 
cupped at the moistened threshold of her femininity. Then, smiling softly, 
she added, "It won't hurt to let me touch you, baby. God, you're hot and I'm 
hot too. Just let me kiss that sweet little pussy." 

She tried to pull Cindy's fingers loose, but the trembling young redhead 
clutched all the harder, pressing her own fingers into the soft flesh of her 
cunt, inadvertantly separating her desire-swollen vaginal lips in an effort 
to protect herself from this lesbianic seduction. 

Cindy's whole body jumped as she felt Norma Jean's heated, wet tongue 
licking moistly on the inside of her straining thighs. She tightened her 
hands over her throbbing pussy, making a soul-rending moan. She could feel 
her clitoris becoming large and erect as it swelled under her finger. Norma 
Jean's tongue licked on and on, attempting to force its wet way between her 
fingers and causing little electric thrills to sizzle up and down her spine. 

"Oh, oh, God, what are you doing!" Cindy groaned. 

The more the tongue probed, the harder she resisted, realizing with a moan 
that her struggling was causing greater, more uncontrollable excitement in 
herself. "Pleeeeeasee ... Oh stop!" she sighed again, as Norma Jean's tongue 
began darting around, probing for an opening, relentlessly searching out a 
weakness. 

Cindy, in order to prevent her, kept moving her fingers, but the desperate 
defensive movements only served to intensify her lewd pitch of arousal. Her 
hotly moistening cunt was now dilating around her fingers;' her protesting 
moans increased as Norma Jean's burrowing tongue found the one unprotected 
corner of her wetly quivering vagina and slowly forced Cindy's fingers to 
the side. A second later she was licking lustfully while Cindy gritted her 
teeth, fighting with what little moral force she had left not to give in! 

Then, in a surprise move, Norma Jean darted her head lower and her tongue 
found the unprotected crevice of Cindy's tightly clenched buttocks. God, 
what on earth was that! Cindy's mind seethed as the tantalizing tongue 
licked lasciviously while Norma Jean's fingers worked to part and widen her 
defenseless ass-cheeks. Cindy gasped, moaned, and tossed her longhair from 
side .to side while the other girl worked her hands under her nakedly 
squirming buttocks to cup them and tilt her hips up ever so slightly. Then 
.. . Oh God! Cindy shuddered in ecstasy and shame as she felt the brunette's 
tongue-tip flicking hotly over the sensitive mouth of her tiny puckered 
anus. Then it was slithering in! 

"Ohhhhh, nooooo ... I can't.. . you can't. Please!" Never before had she 
felt anything so lewdly exciting; it was dirty, perverted, forbidden. She 
had to stop Norma Jean, it was all a mistake . .. they must stop before it 
was too late. 

She moved her hand to push the other girl away, but before she could 
complete her action, the brunette's mouth and tongue were working 
gluttonously on her unprotected cunt! Cindy twisted and turned in a futile 
effort to escape, but her frantic squirming soon lapsed into an undulating 
motion, a lewd and greedy upthrusting designed to get that long worming 
tongue deeper and deeper up between her hungrily pulsating pussy lips. 

Her nakedly beseiged cunt was tingling with each delectable lick of Norma 
Jean's flicking wet tongue along her vaginal furrow. It was too good, too 
warm and exciting to resist anymore. The young redhead's mind flew back to 
what had been done to her only a few days ago by Harry and Ben, and instead 
of cringing with shame and humiliation at this additional assault she lifted 
her long trembling legs, wrapping her thighs around the other girl's head in 
an effort to bring that beautifully probing tongue deeper up into her 
insatiable little pussy! 

The shamelessly aroused former college student didn't see the door to the 
bedroom open, nor did she hear Frank Simpson pad softly across the floor. 
The tall, slightly balding man had been standing outside in the hall for 
quite some time now, waiting for his turn at J.B. Taylor's luscious young 
daughter. .. and now he announced his arrival with a sharp grunt. He stood 
at the edge of the bed, his monstrous cock-head in obscene readiness in his 
hand. 

Cindy felt his other hand touch her forehead, and looked up to gasp, "God . 
. . you!" 

"Cindy . .. what the hell are you and Norma Jean doing in my den?" Simpson 
leered down at her, jerking his lust-inflated penis back and forth in his 
hand. 

With a fogged vision, Cindy gazed up at him and moaned. For the second time 
that week she felt as though she were standing on some sheer precipice, 
about to be tumbled down into a lewd cauldron of total degradation. But 
suddenly it just didn't matter! She coursed her eyes over Frank's thickly 
distended cock, held like a red-hot poker in his hand, and swooned with 
rapture at the deftly licking tongue bringing a wild happiness to her cunt. 

Let him watch us! she thought. . . . yes, I like having Norma Jean's husband 
watch her licking my cunt! 

Norma Jean pulled herself up from between Cindy's legs and relaxed on top of 
the girl so that their large melony breasts were crushing against each 
other. The voluptuous brunette consciousness, she was loving the way the 
brunette's husband had forced her to move as he liked. 

In front of her, Norma Jean raised her passion-slick cuntal mound and at the 
same time reached with her hands for Cindy's head. The helpless college 
student couldn't have moved if she'd wanted to! Norma Jean's fingers tangled 
in her long auburn hair, lovingly caressing her neck and urging Cindy's face 
forward. From behind she felt Frank's hands kneading the rounded half-moons 
of her ass with one hand while he traced a soft teasing path up between her 
quivering thighs with the other. 

"Hold on now, Cindy," she heard his voice as though coming from a great 
distance. "Raise up that pretty little ass . .. easy does it, baby." 

"I . .. oh, God," she mumbled into Norma Jean's parted thighs. The brunette 
pulled her face closer to her throbbing pussy, until Cindy's mouth was 
pressing directly on it; she opened her lips, in order to breathe, brushing 
them inadvertantly against Norma Jean's soft wispy pubic hair. Suddenly, she 
had an uncontrollable desire to kiss that cunt, to run her moist tongue 
around its palpitating little clitoris! She opened her mouth wider, 
tentatively flicking her tongue along the hair-lined vaginal furrow, feeling 
the ground her upraised buttocks, then thrust them down, rubbing her 
black-haired pussy against Cindy's quivering young cunt, _exciting the 
redhead to an almost mindless peak of passion. "Yeah, do it, honey, fuck 
Norma Jean with your cunt," she heard Frank say from above her. Cindy mewled 
with savage pleasure as Norma Jean continued to rub cunt against heatedly 
aroused cunt. The two lesbianically crazed women ground against each other 
in relentless erotic repetition as Frank crawled nakedly onto the mattress 
beside them. He sat down, running his hand over both women's writhing 
bodies, taking in each shadowy curve in the amber light with lust-dimmed 
eyes. 

"Now, sit up," Frank wrenched his excited young wife from on top of Cindy's 
body. "Cindy, you kneel up doggy-style and Norma Jean, you lie down flat in 
front so she can eat your pussy while I fuck her from behind." "What?" Cindy 
could hardly believe what he was saying. 

Frank forced the redhead into position with her full rounded buttocks up in 
the air. Norma Jean got in front, splaying out her slender legs and propping 
her girlish ass-cheeks on a pillow. "I can't... oh, God!" Cindy protested, 
but deep down, in some forbidden part of her girl respond automatically by 
squirming up her buttocks. 

From behind, Cindy could feel Frank's fingers rubbing against her own 
heatedly excited pussy, bringing a wicked erotic pleasure to her brazenly 
exposed cuntal area. She wanted to resist, to pull up and away from the 
depraved married couple, but she couldn't - didn't know if she was capable 
of asserting her will even if she wanted to. The tingling sensation of 
Frank's extended middle finger, twirling ever so softly at her budding 
clitoris sent a lewd spasm up through her belly, telegraphing her tongue to 
lick harder at Norma Jean's cunt! 

"That's it, honey. Suck it, suck my pussy," the brunette's eyes feasted on 
the sight of Cindy's nakedly kneeling body being mounted from behind by her 
husband. She tightened her grip on the girl's neck, drawing Cindy's mouth 
down till it pressed harder against her wetly pulsating vaginal lips. She 
could see Frank raising up on his knees, and then glimpsed his thickly 
veined cock-shaft held tightly in his hand. He was guiding the bulbously 
huge head up between Cindy's trembling thighs, and brushing it against her 
lubricant-moistened pussy lips. 

"Oooooooooh ..." the helplessly pinioned redhead sighed. 

"Yeah .. . open them legs a little wider, Cindy." 

Norma Jean's husband placed his cock's tip in her vaginal split just below 
her clitoris. 

Instinctively, she uplifted her buttocks, pushing back into Frank's hard 
flat belly. With a guttural sound, he thrust forward, the bone-like ridge of 
his long hard penis rubbing slickly at her puffy little pussy lips. He drew 
back, seating his male hardness at her nibbling vaginal opening, then 
plunged, without warning up into her rippling cock-hungry cunt! 

"Shit," he moaned, fucking her from behind, forcing her face down between 
his wife's widespread thighs, while Norma Jean seized Cindy's long .red hair 
and ground her hips up, enveloping Cindy's cheeks and neck in a torturous 
thigh-hugging embrace that buried the girl's tongue to the depths in her 
wildly undulating cunt. 

Cindy willingly let her face sink into the brunette's hungrily writhing 
pussy and licked and sucked for all she was worth! Behind her nakedly 
kneeling body, Frank grabbed the young redhead's swaying ass-cheeks and 
thrust his long thick cock far up into her wetly welcoming cunt once more. 
She felt its searing tip soar up through her spasmodically working vaginal 
walls until it struck the tip of her cervix. 

This was too much! 

The thought of behaving in such an animal way, of being so sluttish, drove 
Cindy nearly insane . . . there was absolutely nothing she wouldn't do! 

Frank was tearing her inhibitions from her body, and then devouring them as 
he flexed the hotly bulging head once, twice . .. gulping her inner cunt 
away in mouthfuls of depraved sensuality. Her former being was leaving her 
and there was nothing left now but his steadily skewering cock in her hot 
sucking cunt, filling her with a wild, never-before-experienced sexual 
ecstasy. 

In front of her, Norma Jean raised and lowered her wetly glistening pussy in 
crazy circles up against the redhead's mouth, sliding it beneath Cindy's 
darting tongue in lesbianic frenzy. The warm feminine fragrance of the 
waitress's cunt filled her nostrils with its exotic perfume; she could feel 
the hot hair-lined vaginal threshold dilate against her lips as if it were 
another mouth! Cindy plunged her tongue up into the tight elastic opening to 
the brunette's femaledom, enjoying the way the cuntal walls sucked around 
it, loving the way the wetly blushing pussy lips grasped it with delicious 
suction! 

"Suck my pussy, Cindy . .. FUCK MY PUSSY WITH YOUR MOUTH!" Norma Jean 
moaned, and dove her fingers deeply into the girl's rust-flecked hair. 

Behind her, Frank could feel Cindy's vaginal passage tightening and 
contracting in time to his wild, cunt-filling lunges. Abruptly, he increased 
the depth and intensity of his strokes, knowing his wife was about there, 
that he and the two women were about to cum all together. 

"Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, fuck back, Cindy, fuck back hard!" he commanded in 
a passion-strained voice. 

Norma Jean's husband looked down and watched the - redhead's ass-cheeks 
hollow and relax, the smooth globes of white flesh wedging nakedly against 
his hairy abdomen. Her back was sweat-streaked, the contours of her hips 
undulating as though connected by ball bearings to her narrowing waist: Her 
long red hair fell down along tanned shoulders, tousled in little burnished 
streaks that increased her depraved appearance. In front of Cindy, he could 
see his wife holding her own erotically swaying breasts, her nipples spiked 
out hard in her working fingers as the girl continued licking her cunt. 

Damn! He'd never seen such a thing! Damn! Wasn't this something! 

Everything was a wild blur in Cindy's mind; she could feel her inner vaginal 
muscles stretching and pulling to embrace Frank's throbbing thickness, 
straining them torturously as though this man's cock were the most gigantic 
penis in the entire world. 

"Ooooooh," she mewled into the hair-fringed softness of Norma Jean's cunt. 
Suddenly, she knew she was going to explode into her orgasm. It was there, 
just around the corner, still teasing, forever tantalizing her! 

Oh, God, just a little more! Immeasurable ecstasy began to flood through her 
tautly rippling belly and thighs. She began to fuck in unison with the 
husband and wife in crazier gyrations, her shamelessly aroused body and mind 
all centering on the fantastic churning sensations deep in her heated loins. 
God .. . she had never been this turned-on in her life! 

Then she sensed that Frank's hugely swelling cock up inside her belly was 
about to explode, too. The thought excited her to a flaming combustion point 
and her wild gyrations became even more uncontrolled. His fucking thrusts 
into her insanely sucking pussy became almost brutal. Wilder and wilder he 
became, tossing her nakedly writhing body beneath him without consideration 
in his own obscene race toward orgasm. 

"That's it; God, that's it, Frank. Fuck the daylights out of her, she 
deserves a good fuck!" Norma Jean urged her husband on. 

Cindy's tongue wriggled around inside the brunette's gratefully accepting 
pussy as Frank began searing into her tight little cunt with body-jolting 
thrusts. She heard Norma Jean moan throatily, felt her body lift up and then 
fall, her sleekly straining thighs clinging with a fierce female strength 
around Cindy's neck ... "Shit . . . lick it, lick my pussy, cummmmmming, 
ooooooooooooh," the young wife chanted mindlessly. "I'm there!" 

Suddenly, like a crack of sizzling lightning, Cindy's own orgasm was upon 
her. She began to convulse . . . and cum . . . and cum some more . . . 
almost unendingly. "Oh, it's . . . oooooh . . . AAAAAAAAAAAGH! GOD! Fuck me! 
FUCCCCCCCCCK MEEEEEEEEEE!" she vaguely realized that she was screaming, 
"Fuck me," over and over again like a broken record stuck in one groove. 

Frank buried his madly jerking penis as deep into the wet velvety heat of 
her tight little cunt as he could, and felt his cock expanding to even 
greater dimensions. He had held back as long as he could . . . he'd seen 
Norma Jean's body flush red and become contorted, then had felt Cindy sigh 
and convulse beneath him . . . and now he gave one last, pounding thrust 
that sank right up to his pelvis, wet and matted with the juices that 
practically gushed from Cindy's madly jerking pussy. 

The flood of his sperm - held back so painfully long - exploded in a white, 
steaming burst that filled her belly with his warm load of jism. Over and 
over - a dozen times or more - his rapidly deflating cock fired its white 
hot cum into her greedy womb before collapsing into a satiated rubbery rope 
of flesh. 

Cindy's face fell forward on Norma Jean's firm thigh. At some point that she 
couldn't remember during her conscious-shattering orgasm, her girlfriend had 
come as well; now she was caressing Cindy's shoulder, making soft cooing 
sounds down at her. 

Oh, it had all been wonderful, so fantastic! Why did it have to end? 

But then, abruptly, she knew it wasn't over yet, for Frank Simpson's hands 
caressed her eagerly as he turned her on her back. And again she felt that 
hungry void being filled as his thick virile hardness slipped wetly into the 
tight little hole up between her eagerly widespread thighs . .. 

"Wonderful," she mumbled, looking up at Norma Jean who was touching herself 
as she kneeled up on the side of the bed. "Wonderful! I could fuck all 
night." 

"Honey, we will . . . Let's forget about getting up tomorrow morning," Norma 
Jean said, just as her husband began to stroke in and out of Cindy's 
voluptuous young body. 

 Chapter Five 

Perhaps it was the way the sun shone at a low angle through the trees, or 
the shadow of a chicken hawk soaring over the ribboning tarmac road in front 
of her. Memories .. . startlingly clear recollections, they were ... and for 
whatever reason, young Cindy Taylor couldn't forget them. It was darn near 
impossible to erase from her mind what had happened to her that night she'd 
stayed with Norma Jean and Frank Simpson . . . or rape. It almost seemed 
that one incident led swiftly to another and then . .. there was the 
additional annoyance of not having seen Jack Bowman - whom she was beginning 
to think had two-timed her! 

And so, when J.B. Taylor summoned the attractive former college student to 
his office and flew into a blind rage, she was at the end of her rope. 

"You have committed the most grievous of sins," his voice quavered with 
anger. "No daughter of mine, no self-respecting girl of your upbringing can 
be expected to carry on the way you have." 

She couldn't believe it! Her father didn't seem the least bit aware that she 
might not have had a choice in submitting that afternoon when the Truett 
brothers had raped her. "I'll go ... I can't talk to you, anymore," she 
said, turning towards the door of his office. 

As she bolted tearfully into the lot, she could still hear her father's 
words ringing in her ears. Somehow she'd expected he would have understood; 
of course she'd hoped that the truth would never get back to him, but now 
that it had, she was beside herself with anger. 

The summer's heat rose in shimmering waves, blurring Cindy's vision as she 
hopped into her rig. She turned on some loud Country Western music, and 
began driving aimlessly around. The trailer was packed with a produce 
shipment she was supposed to drive up to North Carolina, but she hardly felt 
in the mood for the long haul which would take all afternoon and the better 
part of tomorrow morning. 

Out of stupid habit, the pretty redhead found herself on the thruway heading 
out of Atlanta. For God's sakes, she cursed herself, what on earth am I 
doing? Then she was barreling up through North Georgia, past the 
Chattahoochee Reservoir and into the lush green foothills of the 

Appalachians. It was mid-August. Already, summer was coming to a premature 
end. A smudge of woodsmoke hung heavy in the air; the trees in higher 
altitudes were turning from yellow to crimson in a few places. 

At midafternoon, she stopped off at a service station to freshen up and buy 
a Coke. It was one of those out-of-the-way places with the old hand-pump 
painted a bright new orange, and a few ancient looking men on coveralls 
sitting in the shade. Some chickens pecked around in the gravel beside a 
useless, caved-in garage. 

Cindy's irritation with her father grew more intense as she hopped back into 
the truck and pulled out of the filling station. 

She began thinking of ways to get even with the old man-! Even if she had 
enjoyed what Ben and Harry had done to her, how many girls wouldn't, she 
wondered, given the circumstances? It was only with Jack she'd given herself 
with no reservations, but even that now seemed sordid, as he hadn't 
contacted her since then. Maybe Jack had heard, as had her father, about 
Harry and Ben . . . perhaps Norma Jean had bad-mouthed her. Whatever the 
reason, Jack Bowman's name was now added to her list of former boyfriends. 

On the roadside up ahead she saw a tall, lean figure, standing with thumb 
outstretched, a streak of long black hair blowing in the wind. Normally, she 
didn't pick up hitchhikers, but today the idea somehow struck her as 
exciting. "Where you headed?" the boy who couldn't have been more than 
seventeen or eighteen poked his face in the window of the cab after she 
pulled off the road. 

"Get in," she smiled. "There are no turn-offs on this highway for another 
hundred miles." 

They drove in silence for several minutes, then the handsome long-haired 
youth said, "To tell you the truth, I was getting damn scared. You get some 
pretty weird looks from people up here." 

"I'm going as far as Salem, North Carolina," she said. 

"I'll take it," he laughed. "It isn't every day I get a ride with a girl 
truck driver." 

"It isn't every day I pick up hitchhikers. It's against state law." 

"What are you doing driving a truck?" 

"What are you doing hitching a ride way out here in the middle of nowhere?" 

Cindy felt her palms perspiring against the steering wheel and suddenly, a 
lewd anticipatory tingle was racing down through her young loins. Try as she 
might, and she did try very hard, she couldn't get rid of the idea that 
she'd already chosen to do something that would change things, that would 
turn the events of her life completely around. 

"What's your name?" she asked. 

"Russ .. . what's yours?" 

"Cindy," she said, flashing him a bright smile. "You know, I think it's too 
late to find any motels, what's say we stop off somewhere along the road . 
.. and camp out for the night!" 

"Okay by me," the young boy gave her a peculiar smile. 

The truck jounced over a weathered crack in the pavement. Young Cindy could 
feel Russ's eyes appraising her poised, supple-fleshed body as it shifted in 
rhythm to the complex demands of her rig -. . . 

"We'll wait till there's a nice place. Maybe a big field and a stream," she 
laughed nervously, knowing she shouldn't be doing this . . .but she was 
going to anyway! 

They came to a big meadow and a stream up in the mountains just before 
sundown and Cindy was momentarily reminded of the clearing and trees where 
the Truett brothers had raped her on another summer's afternoon a month ago. 
But this was different. She liked Russ, she reassured herself and pulled off 
the road. 

After Russ had made a fire, they roasted hot dogs he'd brought along in his 
back-pack and ate bacon and beans out of a can. The sparkling mountain air 
made everything taste delicious. Even the six pack of beer Russ cooled in 
the stream tasted good ... 

After dinner, they lay smoking cigarettes quietly, and Cindy surreptitiously 
studied the handsome young hitchhiker in the light of the fire. Russ's skin 
was dark and there was a sculpted quality in his features. She looked at him 
and tried to conceal her nervousness as he undressed down to his jockey 
shorts in front of the dwindling firelight. God! she thought. . . I'm 
already turned on! Suddenly, he dropped from his standing position with a 
kind of animal poise and lay outstretched on his side in front of her. From 
the look of his strong calloused hands, and the bulging muscles of his 
biceps, the boy must have done some heavy work . . . maybe some weight 
lifting. His lean body rippled with sinewy muscles. There was a slight down 
on his chest, attesting to his youthful masculinity. 

Suddenly, Cindy was thinking that she should go back to the truck . . . she 
could spend the night in the cab, while he slept out here. Across from her, 
in the deep velvety wilderness darkness, a firefly blinked on and off; the 
sound of the rushing stream a few yards from the clearing merged with the 
low murmur of her deep breathing. 

She looked down, and saw his thighs . . . they were those of a 
well-developed man, and as she looked between them at his white jockey 
underwear, her belly and loins flamed with uncontrolled passion. She could 
see his cock was hard by the way the tight fitting shorts bulged out toward 
her. 

"I should go back and get ready for the night in the truck," she said, 
abruptly sitting Up. 

Russ laughed, flashing gleaming, perfectly straight teeth, then reached 
behind her and played with the long auburn-colored hair spilling down 
her.shoulders and back. She drew forward, and said, "What's the matter?" 

"Nothing." he laughed. 

She frowned nervously, and he imitated her expression. 

"I really have to go," she said. 

"Where to? You gonna leave me out here by myself? I'm scared of the lions 
and tigers." 

"Only raccoons around here," she said as he touched her arm, feeling another 
hot flame of lust curling up through her belly. 

She felt Russ's lips, moist and sensuous, kissing her arm, nibbling at the 
sensitive goose bumps of flesh, and she sighed, tentatively trying to pull 
away from him. 

"No," he said. 

He was kissing her neck now, licking his tongue along the suntanned skin 
until he was caressing below her ear, blowing hotly against the sensitive 
lobe. She tried to get up again, but he held her rigidly by the forearm, 
twisting himself toward her so that their lips met his tongue wormed wetly 
into her mouth. 

"Lord," she said. 

He laughed and kissed her again. It felt like thousands of little sparklers 
were ignited in her loins. In the pit of her belly the white-hot heat merged 
with a weak feeling she'd experienced only moments before. She felt him 
shift his weight, and then looked down to see he was squirming out of his 
shorts. In the pale moonlight she made out the length of his young hard 
penis. It was long and slender, with a few black pubic curls annointing its 
base. 

Russ touched her hand and guided it to his erect cock. She tightened her 
hand into a fist, but as soon as she felt his pulsating hardness touch the 
ridges of her fingers, she unclasped her hand and instinctively wrapped her 
fingers around it. She began jerking the boy's slender, fully erect cock in 
one hand, and closed her eyes to listen to Russ breathing. 

Suddenly, she felt his hands at her sweater, drawing it up over her head, 
then unclasping her lacy white brassiere. As she leaned forward to help him, 
she heard that warning voice that had come to her a few weeks before with 
Norma Jean at the Simpson's home. Then the cautioning voice dissolved into 
uncontrolled rapture. 

The boy made grunting sounds as he kneaded and sucked the incredible 
voluptuousness of her breasts. She turned toward Russ, her nakedly quivering 
body laid out beside him on the soft grass, and continued stroking his 
eagerly throbbing cock, sliding the smooth flesh up and down in .a slow 
tantalizing rhythm that caused him to move his pelvis back and forth. 

Cindy glanced into the darkness, now seeing two fireflies blinking on and 
off against the dim silhouette of trees. At the same time, moonlight 
radiated around them, making her. pale body look luminous, and Russ's appear 
smokily dark. 

The young redhead rose to her knees and hovered over him on all fours, her 
head a scant few inches from the warm, lust-inflated head of the boy's cock. 
This was what she hadn't done, she thought. . . almost everything has 
happened to me this summer but. . . She held the adolescent penis tightly 
between both hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing 
up-and-down motion that caused the boy's rock-hard buttocks to undulate in 
time to her maddening rhythm. 

"Damn! Shit! That feels . . . gooood," the youth intoned to the sensuous 
figure kneeling provocatively over him. 

Cindy's head dropped slowly toward the slender hardness of his cock and 
suddenly her tongue flicked out, the tip boring teasingly into the slight 
moistness of the small opening at the end. "Jesus!" he sucked in his breath 
from the excrutiatingly pleasurable contact. 

It had taken her some nerve to try it, but that first tantalizing swipe of 
her tongue had gotten the former college student going. Russ's lean stomach 
tensed and rippled. Cindy could see the sinews of his pelvis tightening 
spasmodically and she wondered if he'd experienced anything like this 
before. She imagined it was too much for his teenage mind to take in at once 
.. . then she realized, it was she who was the innocent one. There was no 
telling what people younger than her age were doing nowadays . . . the young 
redhead sensed him watching as she brought her ovalled wet mouth down all 
the way and enclosed the whole of his slim hard cock in a soft warm pressure 
that caused the bulbously throbbing head to become increasingly turgid and 
hot. Her lips tightened like a pink elastic band just below the pulsating 
cock-head, trapping his lust-thickened hardness inside the warm wet cavern 
of her mouth. 

"Oooooh," he groaned, lifting his head from the earth and staring down at 
the older girl's passion-contorted face. 

Cindy could tell that the sight of his sensitive cock-shaft sunk halfway 
between her greedily sucking lips increased the sensation a thousandfold for 
young Russ. She made all her movements deliberately provocative, touching 
her breasts for a moment, then caressing his almost hairless chest. 

The teenager's young penis glistened like the wet limb of a sapling as it 
began to move in and out between the soft fullness of her encompassing lips. 
She massaged the velvety skin of his testicles with one hand, then moved the 
other hand down from his chest and stroked the base of his cock between her 
thumb and forefinger, as she began to suck rhythmically up and down on his 
saliva-coated rod of flesh. 

"Yeah, go, go," the young teenager moaned at the softness of her tongue 
twirling with an obscene moist pressure around his cock-head at the apex of 
withdrawal, the tongue-tip dancing across the tiny opening at the end. 

He flexed his boyish buttocks in the grass, his head still raised, his long 
black hair falling straight and loose across his forehead. His dark 
smoldering eyes hazed over as he watched the top of Cindy's head bobbing 
salaciously up and down below. The exciting vision of her mouth encasing his 
wildly hammering penis was almost painful in its lewdness. 

Cindy could feel the throbbing reaction in his loins and began to suck a 
little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting 
pole of flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood 
from beneath the skin's surface. She shifted her position, without 
disengaging her wetly rounded mouth from his erect blood-engorged cock and 
kneeled on all fours between his obscenely opened legs. 

Reaching under his tightly flexed buttocks, she cupped the rock-hard globes 
of flesh in her palms, pulling his jerking groin up tighter to her face. Her 
tongue swiped around the warm bulbous head furiously until Russ made a 
grinding noise with his teeth. She knew he was near the bursting point as 
she took almost all of his rigid shaft deep in her throat. 

Cindy continued the maddening sucking on and on, pausing at Jong intervals 
to take a gasping mouthful of breath, and then starting all over again, 
working over his young hairless body like a contented calf sucking on its 
mother's teat. Tiny rivulets of sweat were rolling from her naked breasts as 
she bucked wildly over the young boy, deliberately trying to make him spurt 
his white hot cum down her gluttonously sucking throat. 

"Jesus Christ!" he groaned into the star-filled night. 

The muscles on his stomach tightened until Cindy thought they would snap 
from the pressure as he arched his back up off the soft grass, pushing even 
farther between the hot clasping moistness of the pretty redhead's lips. He 
groaned over and over again, his mouth working crazily and incoherent 
mutterings spitting from between his tightly clenched teeth. The moment was 
here, and a low, guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest. 
She caressed his sperm-swollen testicles with one hand, urging the impatient 
adolescent's cum to make its mad dash from its churning reservoir, then felt 
the first impatient spewings in hot thin streams exploding into her hungrily 
sucking mouth. 

"Yeeeeeeow," he shouted, the tendons of his thighs stretching like those of 
a prisoner drawn tight on a rack. 

The pretty young truck driver's cheeks expanded and hollowed fishlike as she 
greedily swallowed the warm flooding torrents to keep from choking. She went 
on sucking wildly as he emptied his fresh warm sperm into the wetness of her 
mouth. His feverish hands tangled in her red hair, holding her head to the 
hot eruption of his loins as he rammed his madly jerking penis all the way 
down to her tonsils. 

"Arrrrrgh," the young girl coughed, swallowing to regain her breath. 

Russ moaned his last and then fell back, grunting in complete fulfillment. 
Gradually, his boyish cock deflated in her mouth, but Cindy continued the 
gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of the warm-tasting semen from the 
depleted young man. 

They lay there quietly, each of them enjoying the delicious aftermath of 
sexual satisfaction for several minutes. 

"You're damn good," he said. 

She didn't say anything. Tears came to her eyes. She was thinking of Jack. . 
. damn him ... if only she could have done something like this to him. But 
Russ was good, and she did like him. "I liked it, too, Russ," she said, 
pulling on her brassiere and sweater after a long silence. She straightened 
herself in the embering light from the fire and looked up toward the truck. 
It was bright orange and blue and its aluminum siding glowed faintly beneath 
the thick canopy of stars overhead. 

 Chapter Six 

Jack Bowman hadn't seen Cindy since sometime earlier that summer, though 
he'd thought about her often. One thing had led to another, and ... hell, he 
just kept missing her, when Cindy's rig was either headed north and he was 
going south, or when old man Taylor tried to give him the runaround about 
his pretty daughter. 

Although he had a contract to return to his teaching job in an Atlanta high 
school that fall, Jack Bowman continued driving for Cindy's father. He'd 
sprouted a mustache, let his hair grow out until it hung shaggily over his 
collar ... and now, sported motorcycle boots and a leather jacket like most 
other truckers. He'd decided to write a novel about truck drivers and their 
way of life ... and the best way to do it, he thought, was to become one of 
them. 

One evening in a trucker's bar outside 

Atlanta, he ran into a fellow who told him some pretty wild tales about 
Cindy. Then, in another bar, some weeks later, the same story - about two 
truckers who'd had a go at her somewhere down in Alabama - made the rounds. 
Bowman didn't believe the stories, but it got under his skin that rumors 
about the lovely redhead were getting around. 

Often, as he drove from Atlanta down to New Orleans, he'd start remembering 
her, and see her pretty, lightly freckled face in his mind's eye ... and 
gradaully he found himself thinking about her almost all the time. 

Finally, out of sheer desperation, he decided to look up Norma Jean Simpson 
at Dixie Hills, to see what had happened to his former girlfriend. Doubts 
still lingered in his mind; he wondered whether rumor wasn't fact, whether 
the stories he'd heard about Cindy were close to the truth. 

The Dixie Hills trucking center, south of Atlanta, was one of those 
full-service, motel-and-department store, chain-operated establishments 
constructed just off the wide, nonstop interstate highways. Like a miniature 
harbor, it stood above US 80, its neon sign offering shelter to the merchant 
wanderers who drifted and dropped anchor. 

Bowman knew the place quite well. Outside the modernistic, glass paneled 
buildings, ten acres of paved parking lot were scattered with clumps and 
rows of trucks: cattle trucks, reefers, open-tops and tankers, five axle 
jobs, screw tractors, cab-over engines. It was here, at Dixie Phils, that an 
over-the-road man could find whatever he needed to service his rig: a fast 
lubrication job, a quick oil change, or a new set of tractor-trailer tires. 

Inside the coffee shop sat Norma Jean, a cigarette in one hand, a cup of 
coffee in the other. She smiled when Bowman slid onto a stool in front of 
the counter. 

"What's wrong, Jack? God, you look down in the dumps," she said, admiring 
Bowman's new reddish-blond mustache. 

Jack ordered black coffee; Norma Jean pushed it across to him and he stirred 
it slowly, then set the spoon on the saucer's edge. "Nothing," he said. 

Suddenly, the alluring brunette waitress was slipping around the outside of 
the counter. Bowman watched her young full breasts jiggle, her rounded 
buttocks waggle tightly against her close-fitting white skirt. She wore a 
blue-checkered apron that nipped in at her hourglass waist as she scooted 
onto a stool next to him. "If it's Cindy you're worried about, I can tell 
you she hasn't gone back to school. She's still the same truck-driving gal 
you knew last summer." 

"I figured as much," he said. 

"You've changed, Jack," she said. 

"Thanks a lot," he said. 

"No, really. I like your new style. You were always the stuffy school 
teacher." 

She touched his knee lightly, then removed her hand as he turned 
distractedly toward her. Jack was thinking he just might find out what was 
going on with Cindy ... where she'd been hiding herself, and why she hadn't 
gotten in touch with him... if he could get through to Norma Jean. 

But now she was turning on the charm, making his blood boil when he'd wanted 
to stay cool, detached and just a little bit ornery. 

"What do you know about Cindy? I mean, has she asked about me lately?" he 
said. 

"Wouldn't you like to know. Some people have all the nerve. What do you take 
me for, an old gossip?" 

"You get around, Norma Jean." "/ don't get around. Word just gets around to 
me," she laughed and lit a cigarette. 

Again, she touched his knee and a wild tingling went down into his loins. 
Norma Jean had been flirting with him ever since he'd started coming in to 
Dixie Hills a few summers ago. He looked down the counter and saw a couple 
of truckers looking at him and the young brunette waitress. Damn! At this 
point, he didn't want word to get out to Cindy, as he believed it would, 
that he'd been seen with the pretty Simpson girl. The best thing to do, he 
figured, was to get out of the restaurant with Norma Jean and have a talk 
with her where things would be private. 

"You want to ride around? You know, take a little afternoon drive out into 
the country?" Bowman found himself saying. 

"Jack, honey ... there's nothing I'd like better," she again brushed his 
leg, this time clamping her hand firmly on his muscular thigh. 

A few minutes later, Jack Bowman was driving south down Interstate 80, out 
of Atlanta with the young well-endowed brunette at his side. She leaned 
close to him, her breath grazing his neck, making his cock thicken into 
ponderous erection against his pants. 

"There's a turn-off ahead," she pointed to a parallel road that ran 
alongside the superhighway, and went off into the trees. 

He veered left up the side ramp and then was coasting down a deserted 
country road. They drove for some time, following the tarmac up into some 
hills that overlooked the Chattahoochee river valley. 

"Now, suppose you tell me about Cindy," the blond truck driver said after 
they'd turned onto a deserted dirt road and parked. "What's this business 
about her putting out for those guys down in Alabama?" 

"Whatever you heard about her's only half-true," Norma Jean said. "She's 
still more interested in you, honey, than anyone else!" "Still, I don't get 
it." 

"The girl's a little flustered and rightly so, I guess. Cindy thought you 
two had some kind of affair going ... then she found out different." "I 
guess she thinks I told every trucker this side of Houston about the time 
down in Biloxi," he said. 

"Whatever happened, she's in no mood to see you. At least not now ... at 
least not until she can be sure about you." 

"I don't like the sound of that," he said. "Hold on, honey. I think I can do 
some arranging ... that is if you'll play fair with me." "Shit, Norma Jean!" 

"Frank and I are going down to Jekyll Island next weekend on a fishing trip. 
Ronnie Simmons and Marcia Guthrie, that cute little blonde who waitresses 
with me at Dixie Hills, are coming along. Two couples are fun ... but three 
would be fantastic!" 

"Count me out," he sneered. "All right. -I'll find someone else. Cindy can 
always come with Ronnie. Losing Marcia wouldn't really be a sacrifice." 

"You're talking about one of those party things ... a sex party," Bowman 
said. 

"Call it what you like," her dark eyes narrowed at him. "You sure have a 
strong negative reaction to seeing Cindy again." "Well, I'll think about 
it." "Now that we're here, why don't you kiss me?" she said. 

"What?" 

"You heard what I said. I always wanted to be made in the front seat of 
someone's truck." 

"You're married. You got to be crazy," he said. 

"You're the first male prude I ever met," she laughed. 

"I take that as a goddamn challenge," he said. 

"That's what I meant it to be." 

"All right," he drew her close to him. 

"Then kiss me ... put your arms around me," 

Norma Jean said, feeling his eyes studying her generously curving profile as 
he slipped back to the side for a moment. Above her short skirt tugging at 
her flat abdomen and small girlish waist, she wore a tight white blouse that 
clung like a second skin to her lushly ripened breasts. 

Her wavy blue-black hair spilled softly around her shoulders, and from the 
side her facial features were perfectly proportioned. She sat closer to him 
now, her breasts pressing enticingly forward. Jack nudged closer to her 
side, beginning to stroke his hand down the slim uncovered arm curving 
nakedly out of her tight sheer blouse. 

Norma Jean liked his tentative approach. It was so much better than the way 
old Frank manhandled her... It reminded her somehow of the way a teenager 
might attempt a pass at his innocent young date. She could hear his breath 
deepening rapidly in his mounting arousal, and his strong hand felt good on 
her skin, sending little tingles of excitement down the sensitive nerve 
ends. 

"You like my tits?" Norma Jean said. He didn't say anything, and the wicked 
shivers of lewd pleasure warming across her skin increased. An excitement 
was growing inside her that was made all the more intense by the realization 
she was doing it without her husband, Frank, knowing about it. She and Frank 
had an agreement that either of them could play around as long as the other 
knew about it... but it seemed so much more fun when they went at it this 
way, illicitly. 

Jack's large hand gradually worked its way up the outside of her blouse to 
her full mounded breast, excitedly massaging the sensitive flesh through the 
soft fabric. She sighed when his fingers began tweaking at her responsively 
budding nipple, and the obscene pleasure escalated to a salacious level she 
could hardly stand. "Yesssss, oh, squeeze my nipple like that, make it hard 
with your fingers, Jack!" she couldn't help saying. 

Trembling helplessly, she turned her head and met his lips in a crushing 
embrace. Her tongue slipped between his teeth into his warm, welcoming 
mouth, probing uncontrollably as the desire she'd been harboring for her 
best-friend's boyfriend began to flicker Uke heat lightning inside her 
belly. 

"Ooooooooooh, Jack," she sighed, letting his other hand slip down to her 
waist and then up under her blouse. He wormed his hand into the cup of her 
nylon brassiere, squeezing her other ripely rounded mound, kneading the firm 
flesh between his fingers. 

Suddenly, they broke the kiss and she felt his hand drawing her blouse up 
over her head, then unclasping her lacy brassiere. As Norma Jean leaned 
forward to help him, a banking pleasure flamed fiercely through her young 
loins. 

Jack's eyes widened as the young brunette's large breasts leaped and jellied 
in front of his face. He half-gasped, half-growled as he stared hungrily at 
the firm-fleshed mounds; consistent with the young waitress's slightly 
blushing complexion, her small round nipples were the palest of pink, 
delicate and finely formed. 

"Damn, you've got a great body, beautiful tits," he continued staring at the 
twin white peaks of young flesh. 

Norma Jean started to say something, but was cut off as he began to knead 
and suck the incredible voluptuousness of her breasts. She turned to him on 
the cab's seat, her half-naked body quivering beside him as he continued 
sucking her responsively throbbing breasts, sliding the stiffening nipples 
up and down in a slow tantalizing motion. 

Behind them, they heard a car coming down the long gravel road to where the 
cab turned in towards the woods. 

"Oh darrm it," Norma Jean said, struggling hurriedly into her blouse. 

Jack slipped back to his own side of the cab. Then there was the sound of 
wind blowing through thistle and pine; Norma Jean looked past Jack's 
shoulder and saw gray clouds with jagged edges gathering over the tree-lined 
horizon. 

Jack's eyes followed the blue Ford as it rushed past them. It raised billows 
of dust as it disappeared out of sight, but he knew the moment for making 
Norma Jean Guthrie had passed ... at least temporarily. 

"Christ, Norma Jean. Let's not stop now!" he gave it a try anyway. 

"Look, Jack," she said, rearranging herself on the car cushions beside him. 
"I was serious about us getting you together with Cindy again." 

"Right now I'd just like to get together with you."  

"Well, maybe that could be arranged too ... if you come to the party." 

"Okay, I believe you," he shrugged, exchanging a secret grin with her before 
the pretty waitress turned forward. The trees behind her, darkening in a 
flash of shadow cast from the gathering clouds overhead, formed a perfect 
silhouette to her curvaceous profile. 

"The only thing is," he began to back out the truck, "Will Cindy want to see 
me?" 

 Chapter Seven 

The young pretty redhead could hear her father's footsteps coming down the 
hall. "Honestly, Norma Jean, I just can't," she said in a lowered voice over 
the phone in J.B. Taylor's study. 

"Why not, for God's sakes ... ?" 

"You don't understand my father," Cindy interrupted. She could hear his 
whistling outside the door. Did he know about the planned trip? "He hates 
Jack," she said, twisting the phone cord about-her wrist. "The only reason 
he's keeping him on the job now is he's got that damn contract." 

There was a pause at the other side of the line. "You mean J.B. thinks Jack 
put you up to that business down in Alabama?" Norma Jean finally said. 

"I don't know. I do know that he's scared silly. I can't say I blame him, 
though." 

"Damn your father," her girlfriend said. 

"That's not very nice, Norma Jean." 

Silence. 

"I mean, I've had some pretty wild experiences this summer, and he doesn't 
even know about half of them!" Cindy said. 

"This weekend'll blow your ever-lovin' mind!" Norma Jean said. 

"Can't you get it into your head I'm practically under lock and key in 
here?" 

Wednesday came and Cindy was still undecided about getting. together with 
Norma Jean and Frank and their friends at Jekyll Island. She mooned around 
the house all day, feeling sorry for herself and tried on some fall dresses 
she'd bought with money she'd have spent on tuition if she'd gone back to 
college. The idea of seeing Jack again, on top of the "static" she'd been 
getting from her parents sent a flurry of mixed emotions through her. She 
had a feeling Jack had bad-mouthed her after they'd made love on the gulf 
coast, and if he hadn't done any such thing, she expected she'd be even more 
ashamed at having word get back to him about her promiscuous behavior. 

Wednesday night, she tossed and turned in bed, not getting to sleep until 
the sun peeked through her bedroom window. She awoke a few hours later when 
a knock at her door and shuffling footsteps down the hall signaled her 
mother thought it was high time she got up. Last night she'd slept in the 
nude, and the sight of the sheets wrapped about her curvaceous legs and 
folded softly about the ripe mounds of her breasts sent an involuntary 
shudder of sensuality through her. 

Then, she saw the envelope her mother had thrust through the partially 
opened door onto the floor in front of her bed. 

DEAR CINDY, 

I KNOW YOU THINK ALL THIS IS CRAZY BUT I'M JUST DYING TO SEE YOU WHEN NORMA 
JEAN SAID THERE WAS A CHANCE WE COULD GET TOGETHER AGAIN I REALLY FLIPPED 
OUT. NO HARD FEELINGS ABOUT THE PAST, OKAY? AND DON'T LET OLD MAN TAYLOR 
KNOW A DAMN THING ABOUT WHAT'S GOING ON. HE'D THROW A DAMPER OVER ALL OF IT, 
AND THAT WOULD DESTROY ANY CHANCES WE'D HAVE OF SEEING EACH OTHER; I STILL 
THINK OF YOU AND ALL THE GOOD TIMES WE COULD HAVE HAD AND STILL MIGHT HAVE 
TOGETHER. 

LOVE, JACK 

Cindy set the letter down onto her bureau and half-floated, half-walked in a 
dazed semicircle in front of the full-length mirror beside her bed. She 
pulled on her nylon brassiere and could see her little nipples stiffening 
into passionate erection against the sheer cloth. She could feel a slight 
moistening at her pussy and a telltale tingling below in her young thighs 
that signaled an arousal over which she had no control... Of course, she did 
want to go through with it, though getting out of the house would take some 
doing. 

Cindy's father acted as though he knew all about the planned trip to 
Southern Georgia. Friday morning he stalked her around the house like a 
private detective and when she went out for cigarettes, he even volunteered 
to drive her the two blocks down to the drug store! 

But things did work out so that they sexy auburn-haired girl was able to 
ease out of the house Friday evening on the excuse that she was checking out 
her rig at the company's service shop. She'd packed her overnight bag in the 
cab of her rig, and merely parked the truck outside the shop, taking a taxi, 
and then met Norma Jean and Frank in the car downtown. 

"Marcia and Ronnie are meeting us at Jekyll Island," the alluring brunette 
said, giving Cindy a peck on the cheek after she'd hopped into the back seat 
of Frank's Plymouth. 

Marcia was a waitress, like Norma Jean, at the Dixie Hills Coffee Shoppe, 
but all Cindy knew about Ronnie was that he worked with Frank Simpson. 

"Ronnie's a linotype operator ... like old Frank here," Norma Jean smiled 
back at her. 

Cindy smiled back, but didn't say anything. Now she could feel Frank's eyes 
constantly flicking at her in the rear-view mirror, probably remembering the 
night she'd spent with him and Norma Jean. That had really been a strange 
experience. But this weekend, she sensed, would be equally far out, though, 
exactly in what way, she wasn't quite sure. 

Although it was mid-October, Jekyll Island was still experiencing delightful 
summer weather. Cindy'd never been on the southern coast of Georgia before, 
and the Spanish moss dripping from gnarled cypresses along the meandering 
streams separating the island from the mainland gave everything a misty 
appearance. They arrived at the elaborate motel complex after a long night's 
drive from Atlanta. 

Frank and Ronnie had rented out a suite of rooms that faced the ocean, but 
neither Marcia, Ronnie nor Jack had arrived, and Cindy flopped down on a bed 
and slept through the morning and afternoon. She awoke at dusk as the sun 
was dropping behind the horizon, a fat yellow bulb, sending pinkish rays of 
light through the gauzy bedroom curtains. 

She heard sounds in the next room, and listened for Jack, but she heard only 
Norma Jean's throaty voice and then more indistinguishable laughter. Getting 
up, she brushed out her hair, and did a rapid make-up job - just a hint of 
rouge and lipstick - and entered the main living room, now illuminated by 
electric lights. According to the clock on the wall, it was already eight in 
the evening 

Frank was wearing his swimsuit. Norma Jean had changed into a revealingly 
tight bikini... and a younger man, obviously Ronnie, lounged in a bathing 
suit on the sofa with a drink in his hand. He was a short, stocky young man, 
somewhere in his late twenties. Marcia, a blonde rather slightly built girl 
dressed in a two-piece swimsuit, sat at his feet on the carpet... 

"Jack's still down on the beach," the brunette waitress said after Cindy had 
poured herself a glass of Southern Comfort from the bar. "I think he's shy 
or something." 

"Don't worry about Bowman," Frank muttered. 

Cindy settled down into an easy chair by a wide picture window that 
overlooked the darkened beach. She glanced out at the white dunes, silvery 
in the gathering night and the curl of surf illuminated by moonlight. 
Suddenly, she wished she hadn't come here ... she'd hoped to have seen Jack 
and to have gone off with him somewhere, but now that seemed impossible. 
He's certainly playing hard to get, she thought. "I hear that you're a truck 
driver," Ronnie's voice abruptly broke her from her thoughts. 

"That's right," she tried to give Frank's friend her hard-as-tacks look. 

"I never met a girl truck driver... never even heard of one," he chuckled 
and stared across the room to where she was sitting. 

Cindy glanced up at the man, not knowing whether she liked him or not, 
although there was a touch, masculine quality about him that turned her on, 
in spite of herself. "Well, sometimes its interesting," she said, "But 
mostly, it's a bore." 

Ronnie sipped his drink. "From what I hear, you've made the best of it." 

So he knows, Cindy thought, I bet Frank blabbed EVERYTHING! 

Though she was dressed in a blouse and slacks and the others were still 
wearing their swimsuits, she felt almost naked with Ronnie staring hard at 
her full ripe breasts the way he was. Her throat was dry from nervousness; 
she drew again on her drink and it went down smoothly. She could sense her 
body relaxing quickly as the alcohol infused her with its warmth. "Maybe 
I'll write a book about it some day," she forced a laugh: 

Marcia, Ronnie's date, said, "Do you have any-trouble with other truck 
drivers? I see them eyeing you a lot in the shop." 

"Not at all," Cindy told a blatant lie, surprised the young blonde waitress 
hadn't heard about the rape. At least. Norma Jean had been more 
closed-mouthed than her husband. 

Then there were footsteps on the porch outside the living room and Jack was 
coming in the door, He went straight to the bar, tossing his beach towel 
onto the carpet in front of the pretty blonde, and poured the last of the 
Southern Comfort into a whiskey glass. 

"Welcome to the club," Frank said, dropping some ice cubes into Jack's 
glass. 

Cindy couldn't help looking at her former boyfriend and felt the others 
glancing at her. She was the only one who wasn't wearing a swimsuit, and it 
made her feel funny, though she certainly didn't care what they thought at 
this point! 

"The bass are running," Frank said. "Looks like we'll have a good day 
tomorrow." 

"Old Frank's caught some whoppers down here, haven't you, honey?" Norma Jean 
said. 

Her tall, lean husband's eyes twinkled. "Did I ever tell you about the time 
when ..." 

"Hey, before you get started," Ronnie interrupted what sounded like it was 
going to be a long boring fishing tale. "I'd like to show Marcia that -water 
bed in the next room." 

"A water bed?" Marcia's eyes suddenly sparkled. 

Everyone laughed. Then, Marcia, realizing she'd said something silly, 
blushed and stood up from the carpet where she'd been kneeling, and said to 
Ronnie, "I've never seen one of those things before. They must be 
something." 

"For Christ's sakes, come and take a look," Ronnie said. "Frank and I put a 
couple of weeks salary into renting this place." 

One by one, everyone but Cindy and Jack disappeared through the door on the 
opposite side of the spacious, modernistically furnished living room. Cindy 
sat with her highball glass clutched nervously in one hand, an embering, 
unsmoked cigarette in the ashtray beside her. 

"You get my letter?" he said. 

Not knowing whether to be angry or delighted that he'd finally spoken to 
her, she didn't say anything. Then, the pretty redhead wished she had, as 
Jack had gotten up and had gone into the next room. She heard more laughter 
and saw the flickering light of a fire coming through the opened door from 
the adjoining room. Finally, out of sheer curiosity, she also got up and 
peered into the fire-lit bedroom. Animal rugs were tossed around the floors, 
and a fire crackled in a huge hearth casting a lurid glow on the figures 
that reclined on the circular bed in the center of the room. 

Norma Jean was standing in front of the fire, and the others were looking at 
her. Her long tapered legs stood out pinkly molded by the warm blaze. In the 
rosy light, her ripely jutting breasts were shadowy and sensuously heaving, 
as though the young brunette were responding to some inner excitement. She 
bent to toss another log onto the fire, and her bikini panties slipped 
teasingly into the crevice of her buttocks. 

"C'mon, Cindy. We're all almost naked ... you make us damn uncomfortable," 
she said, her lushly ripened ass-cheeks joggling slightly as she sat down on 
the rug in front of the fire. 

"What's this all about?" Cindy said. 

"She means you're messing up all our fun," Frank was sitting close to the 
petite blonde waitress on the circular, fur-covered water bed. 

"Let her do what she wants," Ronnie said, a tone of disgust in his voice. 

"I don't know. I think I'll go for a walk." 

"Cock-tease!" Ronnie said. 

"Watch your goddamn language," Jack said. 

Cindy felt terribly alone. Never had she felt quite so out of things as now, 
standing by the door in her white blouse and sweater in a room full of 
practically naked people. She glanced at the three men on the bed, almost 
surrounding young Marcia, who looked as frightened and alone as Cindy felt. 
Frank was sitting straight up behind her, his legs pulled up so his knees 
rested on the sleek curvature of the petite blonde's back. The air seemed 
supercharged with sexuality ... Cindy could feel it crackling along with the 
fire in the huge hearth. Deep down in herself, there was something that 
begged for release, but with a shudder, she rested against the molding of 
the door, attempting to quell the responsive flames that leaped momentarily 
through her young loins. 

"Too fucking, fucking bad!" Ronnie drunkenly reached for his glass of 
Southern Comfort on the bed table. "Cindy, baby, you're a beautiful girl, 
but you just don't rate. Anybody who cops out at a time like this just 
doesn't rate." 

"Leave her alone," Norma Jean said. 

If only to stop the ridicule from the others, Cindy began undoing her slacks 
... well, there was nothing else to do, she reasoned, though when she took 
off all her clothes it would be different, as they were wearing swimsuits, 
and she'd been in her skimpy underwear. Then, a secret thrill coursed 
through her, something that she couldn't conceal and a smile swept across 
her face. She pulled her slacks down her long slender legs, delighting 
suddenly in the stares from the others. Her young buttocks jounced 
resiliency as she walked across the room and deposited her slacks on a chair 
on the other side of the water bed. 

"Bravo!" Frank and Ronnie applauded in unison. 

Abruptly, she felt a hand come from behind her. .. It was Norma Jean! She 
pivoted and faced the devilishly attractive brunette who was presently 
standing in front of her. "Watch me!" Norma Jean said. 

The young waitress reached behind her own back to undo her black bikini 
brassiere. The snaps gave and the silky black straps slipped down her white 
shoulders, releasing her large, firmly set breasts. They bounced and swayed 
provocatively together as she tossed the brassiere onto the chair where 
Cindy had thrown her slacks. 

Marcia, on the bed, was doing the same. The demurely pretty blonde giggled 
and wildly pulled off her pink bikini brassiere in a matter of seconds, 
leaving her slender young body entirely naked, except for her pink panties. 
Kneeling, she settled back against her feet on the bed, her breasts small 
and rounded, but in perfect proportion to her tautly curving buttocks and 
lithe, delicate body. 

Cindy hesitated, remembering the night with Frank and Norma Jean and the 
disasterous consequences that had ensued in Frank's study. But she forced 
the thought out of her mind and stripped quickly from her outer clothing and 
lacy white brassiere, feeling a sensation of freedom and lewdly exciting 
abandon surging through her. Her proudly swelling breasts jiggled and danced 
as she moved, and she could feel people watching her - avidly eyeing the 
large melony orbs of her breasts that stood up, even without her brassiere, 
their small pink nipples poking out in the warm air. 

"Shit!" she heard someone say in the half-darkness. 

Then Frank Guthrie was lurching playfully from the bed toward his wife, 
trying to pull off the sheer black bikini panties that barely covered her 
loins. Cindy moved out of the line of attack, quickly, her head in a whirl, 
and tried to catch her former boyfriend's eye. 

What did Jack think of all this? she wondered. 

Now Norma Jean was squirming backward across the floor on her buttocks, 
giggling hilariously while her husband tried to break through her flailing 
hands to the tight elastic waistband that was cut low across her abdomen. 
"Damn, you're a real alley cat. She puts up a fuss, don't she Ronnie?" he 
leaned back suddenly, grabbing Norma Jean's feet in a surprise move that 
jerked her, laughing, flat on her back. Before she could recover, he was 
over her splayed-out form, tearing the flimsy cloth down her kicking legs 
and off her ankles, and waving the panties triumphantly in the air. 

Cindy stumbled across the two writhing bodies to the bottle of Southern 
Comfort on the mantel and poured herself another glass. The room seemed to 
blur around her. She stared into the fire and saw bodies spinning in the 
reflected firelight glow. Later, she vaguely remembered catching a glimpse 
of Frank's long thick hardness straining against his swim trunks, but 
attributed it to an illusion caused by her lightheadedness. She saw Jack, on 
the edge of the water bed, staring at her almost naked young body, and felt 
a mixture of discomfort and excitement which confused her further. 

Marcia, the young blonde waitress, was sitting beside Jack now, and it made 
Cindy jealous. Then, her attention was again diverted by Norma Jean who was 
playfully lurching after Frank's bathing suit, and when the brunette had 
fallen back she caught a glimpse of Simpson's long white penis standing out 
stiffly in full erection from his naked loins. It looked as big as a 
telephone pole as it jutted out from his hairy pelvis, rock-hard and waving 
menacingly. 

"Damn, Cindy! You've seen it before!" she heard Frank say, and she realized 
she was gaping and tore her eyes away. 

Turning, she saw Ronnie Turner coming after her. Up till now, she'd been 
frightened out of her wits by everything, though she'd still found it 
exciting. Now, for some reason, the situation struck her as incredibly 
funny, and she was laughing all the while she struggled across the rug on 
her stomach with him pulling her panties from her hips and finally stripping 
them off her long legs. She looked up to see Norma Jean going after Jack, 
and Frank after Marcia. 

"Oooooooooh, for God's sakes, this is... " the small blonde shrieked as she 
clung to the side of the water bed, still giggling, and Simpson jerked off 
the last vestiges of her modesty in shreds. 

Somehow, everyone ended up on the water bed together. Afterwards,- it seemed 
to the young curvy redhead that it was all planned, but now everything 
seemed completely spontaneous. The room became a whirlpool of laughter and 
movement for an indeterminate amount of time, until everyone seemed to 
collapse on the bed exhausted. 

"Who's leg have I got?" a male voice said. 

"That's mine, you jerk," another man responded. 

"Sorry. Now, whose is it?" 

"Someone's putting his hand where he shouldn't," Norma Jean giggled. 

"I guess I got what I was looking for," Cindy heard Jack say. 

Gasping for breath, the young redhead lay her cheek against the soft fur 
bedspread and tried to still the wave of laughter the Southern Comfort kept 
surging through her. She could feel Ronnie Turner edging closer and closer 
to her as she lay on her side, her back to the crackling fireplace. The 
warmth of the leaping flames soon joined with the luxuriancy of the 
resiliently soft water bed and Cindy felt herself almost drifting off to 
sleep. She felt soft and cozy and wouldn't have been aware of her nakedness, 
but for the pleasure it brought her, the feel of the waterbed molded to her 
young body, penetrating deep inside her ... relaxing her ... soothing her. 

Ronnie Turner was behind her now, not quite touching her, but only inches 
away, his stocky body shaped to hers like two spoons fit together. She 
opened her eyes, fighting off sleep, wanting to stay in the same mental 
state she was so enjoying now. In the process, her eyes caught on Frank, on 
the other side of the huge water bed. He was lying next to Marcia, stroking 
his hands over her trimly rounded buttocks as she lay on her side. Frank's 
body was behind the petite blonde, but Cindy had no trouble seeing him, 
since he was so much larger than the small waitress. As they lay facing 
Cindy, the bright orange flames lighted them well, and she saw 

Marcia resisting the married man's attention, though not with any great 
effort. Cindy thought she should look away but she couldn't - she felt 
almost hypnotized by the salacious spectacle, and she was too curious. 

As she lay on her side, Marcia covered her budding breasts with her hands, 
trying to protect them from Frank Simpson's fingers moving over her nakedly 
curving hips and steadily upward. His fingers dug under her covering palms 
to grasp her round, high-set breasts, and simultaneously the rest of his 
tall nude body pressed up closer from behind against the young waitress's 
ripely curvaceous form. 

Cindy trembled involuntarily as she felt Ronnie Turner's hand stroking a 
delicate line, back and forth, over the side of her naked thigh and flaring 
hip. At the same time, he eased up behind her until his body was pressed 
flat against her own, causing the water bed to ooze excitingly beneath them. 
She felt an unmistakable hardness against her buttocks... it seemed to jerk 
and grow larger against her tingling ass-cheeks as his hand continued to 
stroke gently, methodically, over her hip. She twisted slightly, and the 
long stiffness slipped into the fleshy crevice between her buttocks, where 
it swelled to even bigger proportions. She started to wiggle forward but 
couldn't without being obvious. Instead, she opted for pretending not to 
notice, hoping that no one else would either. 

Just as she was going to look for her ex-boyfriend, the scene between Frank 
Simpson and the young waitress caught her eye. Frank had rolled the slightly 
built blonde over face-down on the water bed and was crawling up between her 
fearfully trembling legs from behind as she lay on iier stomach. His long 
hands were spreading her white resilient ass-cheeks apart, and suddenly he 
lowered his head to lick his tongue between the shadowy crevice of her 
buttocks! 

Cindy gasped as she saw her friend's husband obscenely darting his tongue 
between the girl's nakedly quivering ass-cheeks, his huge cock poling 
downward as he bent forward, rubbing against the fur bedspread covering the 
water bed. Struggling, Marcia tried to squirm away, but it was useless. 

Momentarily, he released her buttocks and moved his hands under her slender 
waist to jerk her up to her knees, positioning the soft moons of her ass 
directly in front of his visibly throbbing penis. Cindy watched in amazement 
as he leaned down to her upraised buttocks again, using his tongue to wetten 
the split between the two fleshy globes. 

What is he doing? What's going on? Cindy wondered in an alcohol-induced 
haze. 

More than anything Cindy was hypnotized by Frank's long thick cock. It 
seemed enormous ... bigger than she remembered from that night he had 
eagerly fucked while she made lewd oral love to his wife. And now, as he 
licked and wetted the violently trembling young waitress's anal crevice, he 
was massaging his impatient hardness in his free hand to even more monstrous 
proportions. Cindy felt that what she was watching wasn't real somehow, and 
although the girl struggled and seemed to be sobbing, Cindy felt no call to 
help her. Instead, she watched totally engrossed as Frank released his 
throbbing pole of flesh from his hand and began to rub it squarely between 
the waitress's wildly shaking buttocks. 

What's he going to do? Why is he in back of her? 

Cindy was so enraptured by the salacious scene occurring in front of her 
that she didn't notice Ronnie's hand moving from her hips, down over her own 
buttocks, and in between her firm upper thighs. Suddenly, noticing, she 
jerked, but it was too late; his hand was already inserted between her 
thighs from behind, his fingers lightly grazing over her sparse dark pussy 
hair. 

Before he had been nudging against her from behind, but now Cindy bolted at 
the thought that others would see the lewd things he was trying to do to 
her. She pulled a pillow down on the mattress in front of her naked abdomen, 
and clamped her thighs tightly together. But her moment of distraction 
merely provided him the opening he needed, and by the time she had 
rearranged herself his hand was deep up between her legs, steadily fingering 
her surprisingly wet cuntal lips from behind. 

Cindy felt an indescribable shudder of excitement race through her sensually 
awakening body as his hand caressed the wet flesh between her inner thighs. 
She reached around behind herself to pull his hand away by the wrist but the 
strong grip he had on her couldn't be broken, no matter how hard she tugged. 
Her eyes flashed around the room for Jack Bowman, wanting to discover if he 
had noticed, and she got the shock of her life! 

All thought of the young linotype operator's hand gently massaging her 
defenseless vaginal furrow faded before the image of Norma Jean Simpson and 
Cindy's former boyfriend. The voluptuous brunette had crawled over Jack's 
naked body and-was straddling him, her face poised directly over his long 
white cock which reared straight up out of his abdomen like a small 
flagpole. Norma Jean reached down for his fully erect penis and guided it to 
her wetly opened mouth. Cindy held her breath as she saw the huge bulbous 
head of her ex-boyfriend's cock make contact with Norma Jean's wetly parted 
lips. The dark-haired woman moved the thick fleshy shaft around in front of 
her beautiful face for a moment, breathing softly against its lust-swollen 
head, and then with a hungry sigh, enveloped the mushroom-shaped tip with 
her warm wet mouth. 

Jack's hotly throbbing cock slid up into the warm suction created by Frank's 
wife, and it made a lewdly wet sound as it entered. Norma Jean lowered her 
head down on the rigid rod of flesh all the way, until Cindy could see 
nothing but a small bit at the base protruding from the stretched pink lips 
surrounding it. Norma Jean began a slow up and down movement with her cheeks 
convulsing and expanding as she worked her way back up Jack's cock until 
just the tip of his rock-hard penis was left inside her warmly enclosing 
mouth. Then, with a loud sucking noise each time she made the movement, she 
dropped her face back down on him, impaling her mouth completely with each 
long smooth stroke. 

Cindy wanted to reach out and tear them apart, but she knew she had no 
right. Jack could do what he wanted! 

She was distracted by Ronnie pulling her naked back closer against him. His 
exploring fingers pulled from the tingling wet flesh up between her legs, 
and wound now over her waist to stroke her tautly smooth abdomen, warm from 
the fire. His hand felt cool and soothing as it caressed her heated belly, 
and Cindy closed her eyes, letting the lascivious physical pleasure he was 
bringing her blot out the unhappy image of Norma Jean sucking on her former 
boyfriend's lustfully aroused penis. 

She shivered with involuntary sensual delight as Ronnie's hand brazenly 
explored her flat white belly and thighs, then returned inexorably to the 
silky, moist mound of her warmly palpitating cunt. She shuddered again as 
his fingertips brushed teasingly over the wispy hair before seeking out her 
passion-swollen pussy lips. Slowly, his finger eased up into the warm 
slippery wetness of her narrow cuntal slit. Breathtaking charges of wanton 
pleasure raced upward through her moistening vagina and into the tips of her 
suddenly hardening nipples. 

Cindy felt she should stop the man ... but there was no longer any real 
reason to resist. As she relaxed into the pliant comfort of the water bed, 
there was no denying she was enjoying it! 

His fingers massaged the rapidly lubricating folds of her vaginal flesh, 
finding her tiny clitoris and rubbing it gently as her whole body shivered 
with an ungovernable spasm of delight. Simultaneously, his other hand began 
to rub the full straining mounds of her breasts, squeezing their firm 
resilience between his fingers, then drumming his fingertips over the 
spiked-out nipples. 

"Uuuuuuuuuuuh," Cindy sighed in undeniable pleasure... feeling her hotly 
throbbing cunt beginning to hunger for something more substantial than a 
finger. The young redhead didn't resist as he pulled her over on her back, 
shoving her long slender legs back up against her sensually naked body, 
forcing her knees against her chest. 

"Aaaaaaaaaah," she gasped from his sudden impatient roughness. For the first 
time she saw the rigid column of flesh that was his cock ... the stiff 
hardness that had been pressing against her naked buttocks stood out long 
and white and gleamed like a sword from his loins. She shivered in wild 
excitement as he climbed to his knees over her, poising the 
desire-lengthened penis less than an inch from her eagerly pulsating cunt. 
Oh God, she thought, I mustn't let him penetrate me. I can't. No matter what 
the others are doing. I just can't let a stranger fuck me like this in 
public. Ronnie gaped down at her helpless naked form beneath him for a few 
moments and felt a surging of male power as he saw her youthful curves 
quivering with a combination of fear and lewd anticipation. 

A gasp from across the room caught their attention, and they both turned for 
a moment to see Marcia and Frank Simpson. The older man had lowered himself 
over the tiny blonde's bent back. Pressing his hips forward, he was 
directing his massively swollen penis straight up into the kneeling blonde 
waitress's fear-clenched rectum! 

The fragily built young girl tried to crawl out from under his larger 
weight, but it was useless. Grabbing her hips, he continued pressuring 
forward until - with the girl shrieking in pain - the unrelenting staff 
popped suddenly through the tight restricting ring of pink flesh. In their 
struggles, they had moved close enough now that Cindy could see everything 
... see the tiny stretching anus suddenly slip over and clasp the tip of 
Frank's lust-engorged cock like a straining red rubber band. He grinned 
above her like a sex-crazed madman and shoved his hips down ever harder, 
sinking his stiffly throbbing length halfway to the hilt up inside her 
fearfully cringing rectum. Marcia flailed her legs on either side of him and 
cried out with pain, but the sound was muffled by her face gasping into the 
soft fur bedspread beneath them. 

Her small girlish buttocks jerked and twisted beneath him, trying to throw 
the big naked man off, but her desperate 'struggles only made it worse. With 
each buck of her young lithe body, his huge cock skewered into her tightly 
puckering little anus another cruel painful inch, until finally ... 

"Aaaaaaaaagh! Uuuuuuuuuugh!" she gasped out her last strength as the 
dark-haired man's impatiently hardened penis slipped unimpeded into the warm 
rubbery depths of her rectum to the hilt. She jerked for a moment and then 
lay still to ease the pain of his burgeoning cock embedded totally in her 
rear passage. It was useless for her to resist more now as each movement of 
her painfully skewered backside only served to widen and stretch her invaded 
anal cavity to greater and more excrutiating dimensions. 

"Ooooooooh, Jesus, it's a tight little ass-hole," Frank's mutter came across 
the bed. 

Then he clenched his teeth together and began making long rapid strokes into 
her, bringing groans of humiliation from the subserviently kneeling little 
blonde waitress each time he thrust painfully forward. At the same time, his 
hands ran wildly over her youthful breasts and buttocks, pulling and 
pinching at the soft cringing flesh as the girl lay sobbing beneath him. 

Cindy's eyes raced from the unbelievable sight to search out her former 
boyfriend and Norma Jean. 

Norma Jean had moved up Jack's muscular legs, and she-was now squatting with 
her thighs parted over his deeply embedded penis. They were in a lewd 
fucking position with the full-breasted brunette sitting on Jack's virily 
upthrust penis as he lay on his back. The shapely brunette had wrapped her 
hands in Jack's thick blond, hair and her arms were strained tight as she 
plunged her splitting cunt down with all her female strength onto his rigid 
shaft of male flesh. Her nakedly rotating hips began a teasing grind up and 
down over his undulating groin as he flexed his hips and drove his 
lust-thickened hardness deep up into her hungrily swallowing pussy. The 
wild-eyed brunette was a quivering mass of obscene desire as she writhed and 
twisted like a slow-moving belly dancer around Cindy's former boyfriend's 
upward probing cock. 

Cindy stared hard, the erotic fluttering sensation in her belly growing even 
more intense. She had never imagined what it would be like watching two 
people making love, especially a man she was interested in for herself. 
Instead of making her bitchy and jealous, it increased the light-fingered 
erotic quivering up between her thighs. Even when she closed her eyes, the 
vision of her ex-boyfriend's aroused penis skewered into her girlfriend's 
wetly glistening vagina burned thrillingly through her mind. She couldn't 
help being magnetized by the licentious picture, no matter how hard she 
tried not to be. Her excitement was so intense that the moist sucking sounds 
of their lewd fucking drifted across to her ears as though magnified a 
thousand times. 

"Oooooooooh!" Cindy opened her mouth as if to speak, but was caught short as 
Ronnie Turner's eager hardness, jerking responsively from the obscene sights 
around them, sank to the hilt with one smooth movement up into her own wetly 
throbbing pussy. 

"Aaaaaaaaaagh!" the sudden entry caught her by surprise. Ronnie began 
fucking into her immediately and she gasped with pain, squirming from side 
to side to escape his brutally deep lunges. "Please, no, no, no ... " 

But Ronnie, equally turned on by the other naked couples doing obscene 
things all around them, wouldn't be stopped; he tightened the muscles of his 
pumping buttocks and thrust deep into her tight little cunt with even more 
powerful strokes. Cindy kicked and flailed as he impaled her hopelessly on 
his thick pistoning shaft, sinking so far up into her belly that none of his 
long rigid cock was visible above the quivering hair-lined pussy hole 
between her legs. He rammed" the hard fleshy shaft into her with ever 
increasing force, pushing out the warm clasping walls of her wet young 
vagina in rippling waves before his savagely plunging cock. 

It didn't take long for Cindy's cries of pain to become pleas for more, as 
his deep cock-thrusts fanned the flames of desire searing up inside her. She 
opened her thighs a little wider, her hips grinding up off the water bed 
beneath her in a slow, rhythmic motion as his wonderfully thick penis 
slipped wetly in and out of her tight sucking cunt. Her undulating little 
belly rocked eagerly upward to meet with each new fucking stroke, and her 
wetly devouring pussy swallowed every inch of his virile cock-staff as it 
pounded deep up inside her belly. 

The young linotype operator kept up the brutal pace, churning his 
lust-inflated penis deep up in the young girl truck-driver's wildly rotating 
cunt, not caring if he hurt her. This was totally new to the alcohol-dazed 
Cindy ... he was reaching where no penis had ever gone before. 

The delicious flames of passion in Cindy's cock-filled vagina quickly 
consumed her nakedly tossing young body as again and again he skewered into 
her! She was rapidly losing control. All thought of anything but his hot 
stalk of flesh spearing so thrillingly up into her helpless cunt disappeared 
with each hard, deep stroke. 

Her nakedly churning buttocks began to grind in vicious little circles of 
wantonness as the tall young man fucked into her ravenous pussy, his huge 
cock digging deeper and deeper until it's hardness was straining the tight, 
sensuous walls of her cunt. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm, so beautiful... keep on ... " she 
groaned out. 

The pain of his brutal entry had long disappeared, and Cindy's all consuming 
lust now raged out of control. She spiraled her tight little cunt up on his 
long rampaging penis, swallowing its cunt-skewering thickness as it 
slithered easily now between her wetly clasping vaginal walls to bring surge 
after surge of forbidden pleasure reverberating throughout her entire being. 

"Aaaaaaaaaagh!" A shrill scream of pleasure from Marcia tore through the 
room. 

Turning her head, Cindy saw the kneeling young waitress's painful moans had 
changed into ecstatic wails of passionate surrender. She obviously was in 
the throes of a lewd self-realization that she actually liked Frank 
Simpson's cock sodomizing her tiny invaded anal channel! Her hips moved 
eagerly backward to meet the thrust of Simpson cramming his lust-hardened 
penis up into her rectum. Her naked young body undulated under the man, and 
her girlishly small buttocks moved in tight abandoned circles that signified 
intense enjoyment. 

"Ooooooooh, ooooooooooooh, ooooooooooooooooooh," she chanted on beneath his 
long powerful strokes into her straining little anus. Frank became wilder 
and wilder in response, and he moaned as he rammed into her so hard that the 
petite blonde collapsed beneath the weight of him. 

Marcia screamed again... a cry of near exaltation! 

"Aaaaaaaaagh," and then louder, "Aaaaaaaaaagh! OH GOD, DON'T STOP ... KEEP 
IT UP!" 

The cruelly ravaged blonde was going out of her head with wanton desire. Her 
delicately curving body began convulsing and jerking out a mind-blowing 
orgasm that Cindy thought would never stop. At the same time, Frank was 
reaching his own wild peak, and he plunged forward to embed his 
spasmodically jerking penis deep into her milking little rectum. He tottered 
onto her and then, dragging the nakedly trembling girl with him, they both 
collapsed in an exhausted heap on the rug. 

Cindy was going out of her mind! She had seen what happened, and now she 
wanted a cock thrusting up inside her anal passage, too! Marcia's obscene 
transformation from pain to ecstasy had been incredible and, whatever it was 
that had caused it, Cindy wanted to experience it, too. 

Ronnie was so distracted by the spectacle that Cindy had no difficulty 
sliding up and out from under him. Once his hotly throbbing penis was 
dislodged from her clasping wet pussy, she rolled quickly over onto her 
knees, upraising her naked buttocks in lewd invitation. 

"Ronnie, let's do it, too! Just the way they did! Doit tome!" 

The young linotype operator didn't need any encouragement. He took one look 
at the young redhead's quivering ass-cheeks and placed his thick cock-head 
against her tight little anus which was puckering in anticipation. 

He thrust forward with all his strength. 

"Nooooooooooo!" Cindy groaned. He was hurting her, the pain was 
unbelievable! It felt like her small virginal rectum was splitting before 
the thick staff of hard flesh cramming up her from behind. "Aaaaaagh! You're 
killing me!" she screamed, but her protest was futile for Ronnie continued 
to hammer his long thick cock inch. by inch up into her defensively 
puckering anus. 

Finally Ronnie, leaning over her back, reached around her waist and down 
between her wildly trembling legs to fondle her passion-drenched pussy lips 
and clitoris, and the change from humiliating pain to pleasure was almost 
immediate. A lewd feeling surged through the kneeling young girl as she felt 
the warmly pulsing penis buried far up in her rectum, bringing her strange 
masochistic pleasure, the likes of which she had never experienced before. 

Oh, yes. That's what I needed, she thought as he began fucking in and out of 
her tightly stretched anal opening. Oh yes, oh yes, oh God, I've got it! 

But Ronnie wasn't used to the wild pleasure of sodomizing a woman and, 
within seconds, the excitement had caused his hot load of sperm to begin 
aching for freedom. With a loud groan, he couldn't hold back any longer. 
Again and again he rammed his madly throbbing cock deep up inside her hot 
little rectum, excited sweat pouring off his chest onto her passionately 
shuddering back in small streams. Cindy's face was twisted now with the 
delirium of her approaching orgasm as every backward lunge she made sent the 
heavily swelling tip of Ronnie's thick penis deeper and deeper up into her 
hot clasping rectum. 

"Arrrrrrgh!" she moaned. "Fuck me, Ronnie, fuck my ass-hole. Oh ... oh ... 
oh!" 

Her lewd entreaties were simply too much for him, and Ronnie knew he could 
hold back the flood no longer. With one final agonizing lunge, his balls 
flexed and then exploded in a rapid-fire burst of hot spurting semen that 
flooded her rectum and overflowed out from around his deeply embedded shaft. 
He lunged down so hard that she groaned under him as he strained to keep 
every inch of his wildly ejaculating penis deep up inside her warm buttery 
rectum. 

"No! No! Don't stop now, Ronnie ... don't stop, please! Keep fucking... I'm 
almost there," Cindy begged, but the stocky young man's penis was already 
growing soft and slipping uselessly from her tightly clasping rectum. She 
reached behind and grabbed the deflating shaft with both hands, trying to 
hold it in,. but it was useless! "Please," she began weeping. "You can't 
leave me like this." 

Her head whirled dizzily around and around, and finally her face fell to the 
mattress. She sensed the others on the huge water bed gaping in wonderment 
at her as she kneeled nakedly on the fur bedspread, her rounded ass-cheeks 
still lifted shamelessly in the air, sob after sob shaking her aroused young 
body. 

"Too much for you, huh, Ronnie?" laughed a male voice. "I'll take care of it 
for you." A body moved behind her, strong hands were pulling her nakedly 
quivering buttocks backward, forcing her fleshy ass-cheeks apart, and then 
she felt the pressure of masculine thighs press up against her own. 
Something hard and hot and pulsating rubbed against her clenching little 
anus, and she looked behind to see her former boyfriend, Jack, kneeling 
behind her. "Don't worry about it," he grinned sardonically. "I'll finish it 
off for you." 

Cindy turned back around as Jack positioned himself more securely behind her 
buttocks, her back bent and her face still pressed into the silk coverlet. 
She opened her mouth as if to speak again, but was caught short as her 
former boyfriend's excitedly throbbing penis suddenly sank its full length 
into her cum-drenched rectal channel. 

But this time it didn't hurt, even though Jack arched his hips back as far 
as he could, and then rammed his long thick cock right up to his pelvis with 
another body-jolting thrust. Cindy groaned in a wild sexual delirium as she 
felt its hardness deep in her stomach. Then he began to fuck into her with a 
deliberately slow rhythm that whipped the ever-growing flames of insatiable 
desire into a raging inferno. Every plunging thrust, brought her closer and 
closer to a newer and higher peak of ecstatic pleasure which she had never 
experienced before. 

Suddenly, she reached behind them both, her sharp nails biting like barbed 
hooks into his ass-cheeks, holding him pressed firmly against her wantonly 
undulating buttocks. With each downward thrust of his hips, she pulled with 
all her strength, driving his long sodomizing shaft as far as it would go 
into her no-longer-virginal rectum. 

"Oh, God, darling. Nothing has ever . . ..felt so ... wonderful," she 
moaned, flailing her head to and fro like a madwoman. 

Cindy knew she was nearing her climax. She could tell by the lewd, rippling 
sensations intensifying within her desire-taunted little belly. 

And suddenly she was there. 

"Oh, God! Fuck me, Jack ... fuck me!" she screamed, caught up in its sudden 
joy, her arms flailing helplessly at her sides. "Fuck my ass!" 

Her boyfriend stepped up his wildly pounding rhythm, fucking as hard as he 
could up into her milking anal channel, tunneling faster and faster through 
the warm velvety walls that rippled against his hammering cock. Sweat was 
pouring off his back as he shoved his long throbbing penis into her again 
and again ... and again! He felt his orgasm nearing... then a grin flashed 
over his sweat-streaked face as he felt the first tremors within her belly. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaagh!" With her little remaining strength, Cindy lifted Jack's 
weight on her back and raised her head to scream. "Oh God, I'm cumming ... 
Jack, darling! I'M CUMMING! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" 

Jack's arms reached under her tapering waist and held her buttocks 
completely off the bed as he fucked into her tight convulsing rectal passage 
with every ounce of energy he could summon, rocking his loins back and forth 
with a savage motion as he buried his wildly ejaculating penis in her 
rectum. One more deeply ramming lunge ... then another... and finally ... 
his white hot eruption splattered deep up inside her belly, flooding her 
with its powerfully jetting spurts of sperm. Through a mindless haze of 
pleasure, Cindy could feel everything, a hot flood of cum that filled her 
insides to bursting, mingling with Ronnie's semen already pumped there a few 
minutes before ... and the joy ... a rapture which was so sweet and so 
powerful that it shorted out all her senses and she felt herself falling... 
falling into a warm oblivion of contentment. 

 Chapter Eight 

Snowflakes swirled and eddied in the headlights of the truck, forming a 
white curtain across the curving mountain road. Sitting at the steering 
wheel, the voluptuous redhead looked the picture of youthful liveliness; she 
was constantly in motion, shifting down, as the road steepened, and plying 
the brakes and clutch at each turn. 

Beside her, sat her new husband. Jack Bowman, smoking a cigarette. 
Occasionally, he'd look down into the snow-covered valley below them. 

"I actually enjoy driving when it gets bad like this," Cindy's eyes 
flickered at him then shot back to the road. 

"We should make Carsonville in about half an hour," he said. "If this damn 
snow doesn't get any heavier, that is." 

"I get this wonderful feeling of floating when I'm driving in snow. It's 
almost like sex," she giggled. "In a way, it's scary, but then that's part 
of the excitement." 

"You're a helluva girl, Cindy." 

"You're pretty wild yourself," she said. 

"Two of us working together makes things more fun," her truck-driver husband 
said. 

"Speaking of fun, when did you say we were getting together with Norma Jean 
and Frank again?" her face showed an anticipatory blush of excitement. 

"Next time we're back in Atlanta," he said. 

"I want to do it with Ronnie again." 

"Why's that?" 

"I like you watching when he does it to me," she said. 

"How about when I'm fucking with Marcia or Norma Jean. You like that, too?" 

"That turns me on, too. You're cock's so big ... God, it looks huge when it 
pushes into a girl's pussy," Cindy's blush deepened. 

"Does talking about sex keep you awake while you're driving?" he laughed. 

"It doesn't hurt," she said. 

"I am glad your dad approves of you and me," Bowman said after a moment's 
reflection. "But I still think that it's a good idea he doesn't have 
anything to do with the truck-driving aspect of our relationship." 

"You're right," she added. "He'd be a monster... he is a monster, I mean, 
when you've got to work for him." 

"Can you imagine what'd happen if he knew about those damn parties we've 
been having with Frank and Norma Jean?" 

"Oh, God, Jack ... why do you have to even suggest something like that?" 
Cindy gulped nervously at the mere thought. 

"I wasn't just teasing," he said. "I like your old man, but I enjoy working 
for myself lots better than driving for J.B. Taylor and Company." 

Cindy smiled out at the headlight's cutting a yellow triangle in front of 
them as they began to cruise down out of the Smoky Mountains. 

After they'd gotten married in November, Jack had put most of his savings 
into buying a rig of his own. It was a brand new*job, a big Mack, with the 
curving dashboard in the cab, the built-in stereo-tape deck, and all those 
new conveniences that made a heavy rig a dream to handle. Besides the 
advantage of having a new truck and a lovely girl to share it with, there 
was a newfound freedom he'd never expected to possess ... at least not when 
he was married! Cindy and he had a special agreement between them which had 
risen out of their experiences at Jekyll Island last October. The wild night 
of lovemaking with the Simpsons and Ronnie and Marcia, had turned on Jack 
and Cindy to the joys of swapping. Bowman found that with the young 
curvaceous redhead, the two of them could have twice as much fun as they 
might if they were on their own. 

Cindy and Jack got into Carsonville, a mountain town at the North Carolina 
border, just as the snow began letting up and night was falling. They 
checked into the only motel in town, and in a few minutes Jack was 
outstretched on the wide double bed, glancing across the dimly lit room at 
his delectable young wife slowly undressing in front of him. 

He never tired of watching her at moments like this. When she pulled out of 
her blouse and sweater, her little nipples hardened into bullet shapes 
beneath her lacy white brassiere. Damn, she was something else, he thought, 
as she undid her slacks and pulled them down her long lithe legs and set 
them on top of the dresser. 

"What's for tonight?" he said. 

"The motel people are sending over some chicken-in-the-basket and beer," her 
amethyst eyes glinted as she approached the bed. 

"Beer? I thought this was a dry county?" 

"They're nice people here," she dropped down beside him. 

He kissed her neck, ran fingers down her flat taut stomach to the waistband 
of her white bikini panties. The tips of her roundly set breasts beneath the 
sheer white brassiere brushed his chest, and he felt a wild thrill go 
through him. She unbuttoned his shirt and then was running her hands over 
his muscular chest... then her fingers were reaching down to his belt.... 

"Do you want me to get on top of you?" she said, giving the waist of his 
slacks a tantalizing little tug. 

"Just a second. I'd like to do it with music. Let's turn on the radio," he 
smiled and flicked on the radio beside the bed. 

Jack adjusted the dial until he got a Country and Western station, then lay 
back again next to his young pretty wife. He felt her warm moist kisses down 
his neck, nibbling at his ear and blowing softly on it. Then she was undoing 
his belt and pulling down his slacks, and now she was tugging at his jockey 
shorts, holding his rigidly pulsating cock's shaft in her curling hand. 

He heard the sound of guitars and a male voice coming from the radio, and 
for a moment his mind was diverted. The eager young redhead beside him kept 
massaging his long thick hardness, bringing a tingling rush of excitement 
into his balls and up into the impatiently throbbing head of his cock. "She 
drives a fifty-ton truck, She's a wild thing to hold... " 

Bowman smiled as he heard the singer's voice somewhere in the back of his 
mind ... "Ain't I told you 'bout Cindy, That gal of the road?" 


End
