Plumber's Little Helper
by Peter Jensen
(LLP-443)


FOREWORD 

Today there is a growing trend to free women from their traditional roles in 
American society. Particularly noteworthy is the shift from previous 
all-male professions. For example, it's not unusual to find women taking 
jobs as automobile mechanics, truck drivers and telephone linemen. 

The Women's Liberation Movement has been responsible for putting women in 
some of the more difficult, higher-paying jobs, formerly reserved for men 
including those jobs requiring great physical exertion and stamina. However, 
along with the many benefits gained by women in industry from the Movement 
has trailed a host of setbacks in the relationship between previously 
healthy-minded men and women. In Plumber's Little Helper, for instance, 
Cindy Lynn and her husband, Harold, had been getting along well together in 
their first year of marriage until the attractive redhead began supporting 
the "Lib" movement at her job. Her husband gradually recoils from her, turns 
down her sexual demands, and little by little their marriage deteriorates. 

The shapely red-haired plumber eventually becomes involved in an affair with 
a co-worker, Ted Mason, a handsome ex-Green Beret who has more liberal ideas 
than Harold; and after the one transgression which she commits in a moment 
of uncontrollable passion, Cindy's dissolution is very swift. The rough 
heavy foreman, Dan Roper, has long schemed to seduce her, and with the help 
of an older woman who likes promiscuous sex, Roper arranges for Cindy to be 
deeply degraded and humiliated. 

All of these misfortunes befall the young innocent wife largely because of a 
general misunderstanding of what freedom for women really means. 

We, the publishers, offer this novel to our mature adult reading audience in 
the sincere belief that this book portrays all too vividly what can happen 
when male and female regardless of the time, place and task are forced to 
recognize and deal with each other precisely as they are man and woman. And 
as always, we release this book in the hopes that it can, in its own way, 
contribute to the enrichment and understanding of our ever-changing American 
society. 

-The Publishers 


CHAPTER ONE 

The ravishing redhead pouted her pretty lips, her hands arched defiantly on 
her hips. 

"Don't you dare try to stop me, Harold!" Cindy Lynn shouted at her husband. 
"I don't care what you think! This is a real breakthrough, both for me and 
the other girls." 

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

"Ohhhhhhh! You're just like all the others. You think women can't handle the 
same jobs men can. Well, we'll show you!" With that the shapely young 
housewife turned her back on her husband and began washing the dinner 
dishes. Just standing there, the ruffled redhead was an urgent and exciting 
challenge. 

Cindy Lynn had long silken hair that snugly framed her attractive face and 
fell recklessly over her shoulders. The young woman's cheeks glowed with 
vitality, and when she smiled they dimpled prettily at the corners of her 
widely sensuous mouth. Long sweeping lashes gave her deep blue eyes a 
deceptively innocent appearance. Deceptive, because when she observed her 
husband's naked maleness, then a frankly predatory fire burned in her eyes 
like a flaming torch. At the moment she was wearing a short mint green 
skirt, revealing the satiny curves of her long white legs, and a snug white 
blouse which held fast her straining full rounded breasts. 

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

The shapely twenty-one year old redhead was well aware of how lucky she had 
been in getting Harold Lynn for a husband. They had been married a year, and 
tonight was the closest they had ever come to having a serious argument. 

Actually, Cindy could understand why Harold was acting a little jealous. 
After all, she was well aware of the special attraction she held for most 
men, and now she was going to be working in Los Angeles with some of the 
coarsest men employed by the Mission Plumbing Company. It was perfectly 
normal that her husband should be a little concerned for her welfare and 
self-respect. 

"Nevertheless," Cindy said as she placed the frying pan in the dish drain, 
unaware that her husband had left the kitchen, "it's quite a break for 
women's lib. I've worked hard to get the plumbers' union to consider taking 
in women, and I've spent a lot of time convincing my boss at Mission that he 
ought to make plumbing jobs available to women. I haven't minded my job as a 
secretary there too much, but not all women like desk jobs. Plumbing is more 
challenging, the pay is better and . . . " She turned around to face her 
husband and was surprised and angry that he had walked out while she was 
talking to him. Banging the rest of the pots and pans noisily into the dish 
drain, she continued her argument silently. 

How could she have known she'd be one of the few women chosen for a 
three-month trial period? Pat Reynolds, a junior bookkeeper, had also been 
named, as well as Ruby Jackson, a file clerk. 

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

After the dishes were done, Cindy walked into the living room and sat down 
next to her husband who was on the sofa watching television. As usual they 
sat together drinking a glass of beer and sharing a small bowl of peanuts 
while they watched their favorite Thursday night programs. After the eleven 
o'clock news was over, Cindy prepared herself for bed while Harold watched 
the sportscast and weather report. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As far as she was concerned, the two of them had had a good thing going 
since they were married a year ago, and she did not feel that the complaints 
made by many of her co-workers about their husbands were valid in her case. 
On the other hand, there was no way the young wife could ignore the fact 
that since she had become an unofficial spokesman for the girls at work who 
advocated equal rights for women, she and Harold had not gotten along as 
well as before. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Throwing himself back down on the bed, the young husband rolled over onto 
his stomach with a sigh of disgust and pretended to be sleeping. Harold 
could hear his wife's quiet sobbing as she lay beside him and he knew that 
he had hurt her feelings, but he didn't care. Let the little bitch suffer 
for a while. Although he had never said so, all along he had thought she was 
getting a little too independent since she'd become involved with that bunch 
of lesbians down at the plumbing company. Of course, they would all deny 
that they were lesbians, but look at the way they stuck together and backed 
each other in their complaints about the way men treated them. Anyway, he 
had just about lost patience with the whole business; instead of devoting 
her time to this nonsense, his wife should come back down to earth and think 
about taking care of his needs. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Poor Harold, the blue-eyed wife thought with bitter humor when she had 
regained her composure a little. He missed out on a good one that time. 
Before she could even begin to think about being guilty of some kind of 
perversion or shameless act, the satiated redhead was sound asleep beside 
her husband, her right hand still innocently cupping the warmly palpitating 
mound up between her parted thighs. Later the young wife dreamed she was a 
sensuous native girl on a tropical Pacific island. At the snap of her 
finger, three naked native men appeared to make love to her. There were at 
least two hundred virile young men on the island, and it was 
paradise--paradise because she was the only woman. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

During the next four weeks, Cindy did not have much time to think about her 
problems with her husband Harold. In addition to six hours daily of 
practical training in the plumbing workshop of the technical trade school, 
the ambitious young wife had all the plumbing manuals to master before she 
could start work in the field. It involved great effort, but she enjoyed 
working with her hands for a change, and none of the procedures was more 
challenging than she could handle. 

The class of thirty four women and twenty-six men had spent so much time 
together that it was only natural that they had become acquainted with each 
other. Most of the classes had begun having lunch together at times, and 
often they stopped in at a nearby bar for a drink before going to their 
respective homes. 

On the last day of the class training period, Cindy joined the others in a 
ritual drinking bout at the local bar to celebrate making it through the 
intensified training program. The following Monday, they would report to 
their respective employers for the initial on-the-job training period. As 
was the custom, section foremen from various plumbing companies represented 
attended the get-together. At Golden Gate it was already known which 
sections they would be working with, and Cindy was waiting to meet her 
foreman, Dan Roper. She was sitting with Ted Mason, with whom she had become 
friendly in the course of the month-long period. 

"You heard anything about Dan Roper, Cindy?" Ted Mason asked her when the 
initial excitement of the cocktail hour had passed. The handsome virile 
young man looked at the curvaceous redhead with the look of a man who knows 
how to handle women. He was well over six feet tall, with a lean hard body 
still in shape from his recent hitch in the Army's Green Berets. His hair 
was light brown, trimmed short, and his sun-tanned complexion was a 
startling contrast to the penetrating soft brown color of his eyes. Cindy 
was not one to admit it, but she enjoyed the young apprentice's company, and 
her spirits unconsciously rose every time Ted came into her presence. She 
was a little sorry that he'd been assigned to a different section, but after 
thinking it over, the young wife decided it was better that she not see too 
much of her handsome co-worker. Since she and her husband Harold were 
slightly at odds with each other, this strong muscular plumber with the 
penetrating gaze had begun to occupy more and more of Cindy's thoughts. This 
way, they would probably only see each other every two weeks when they 
picked up their checks. 

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

"Martin Johnson? Oh, I've heard various stories. But I'll wait and see how 
he works before I make up my mind. All I'm interested in right now is doing 
my job." The tall young veteran met Cindy's clear blue eyes with a 
determined look, then, in a deep masculine voice he added, "I expect to be a 
section foreman myself as soon as possible." 

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

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

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

"You Mason?" the man asked bluntly, flicking his eyes once over the rounded 
contours of Cindy's amply filled white sweater before looking at Ted. 

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

"I'm Roper. Dan Roper. You've been shifted from Johnson's section to mine." 
Roper put out his hand and gripped Ted's in a firm handshake. Then he turned 
his gaze back to Cindy and met her appraising glance with an obvious 
lecherous glint in his dark brown eyes. "Cindy Lynn, right? When I saw your 
name on my list, I thought you were a little girl in pigtails, but now 

I can see you're very much a woman. Pleased to meet you." 

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

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

"Everyone I can," the burly foreman wisecracked. Then, slumping into the 
chair next to Cindy with an invitation, he waved for a drink. "What I'm 
waiting to see is how you do after a couple of days crawling under houses 
with an arm-load of wrenches." 

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

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

When the waiter arrived with his bourbon-on-the-rocks, Roper lewdly 
announced in a loud coarse voice, "Here's to ladies who can make it.. . with 
long two-inch round pipes." Then he emptied the glass in one gulp, replaced 
it on the tray, and immediately ordered another. 

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

Ignoring the tension in his stomach which he had begun to think was an 
ulcer, he turned to the young veteran sitting beside Cindy Lynn. 

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

"Yeah, I was in charge of a motor pool at Hood before taking my Green Beret 
training," Ted Mason answered in a matter-of-fact tone. "Guess I drove about 
everything on wheels for a while. Why? You looking for a driver?" 

"Maybe. I don't drive much any more, my regular driver has been out for a 
week with the flu, and all the other guys seem to think that a double clutch 
means both hands on a big pair of tits!" The burly foreman chuckled without 
humor, the sound coming from deep in his throat and out between lips that 
slightly turned up at the corners of his mouth. 

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

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

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

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

When Dan Roper finally left their table to greet another foreman who had 
just come into the bar, Ted and Cindy both gave a sigh of relief, looked at 
each other, and broke out laughing. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

As he helped her slip into her coat, the handsome ex-Green Beret leaned 
forward, his face close to the clean sweet fragrance of her silky red hair, 
teasingly blowing into her right ear. 

Longing to press his lips to her neck, he huskily asked, "Does Harold really 
give you a hard time?" There was an obvious touch of desire in his voice. It 
was difficult for him to see at that moment how any man could treat this 
lovely, unconsciously seductive creature with anything but tenderness. He 
himself would be anything she wanted him to be if she would only say the 
word. For a brief moment, Cindy let her head lean back against his chest, 
not wanting to pull away from him right now, as she knew she should. 

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

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

Ted had felt the impulse she'd had to kiss him and, as he watched her 
beautiful shapely form thread through the crowded bar, he felt a flood of 
warmth down in his loins that he recognized only too well he would have to 
make love to her, and as soon as possible. She was right on the verge of 
getting into an affair and, with a little push, would give in. Wild pictures 
of the young shapely redhead lying naked beneath him with his 
desire-hardened cock sunk deep up into her beautiful young cunt ran through 
his mind as he moved toward another girl he had gotten to know in the recent 
weeks. She couldn't hold a candle to Cindy Lynn, but Ted never liked to be 
without female companionship, even if he had no romantic intentions. But 
still.. . still his balls ached from just the thought of fucking the 
voluptuous young Cindy Lynn out of her mind whether she was married or not!! 
! 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The little romance budding between Cindy Lynn and Ted Mason had not been 
missed by their foreman, Dan Roper. In the bar, he happened to be watching 
them as they were saying good-bye, and it had pissed him off that the snooty 
little redhead was responding to Ted, after she had treated him with such 
obvious disdain. Already thinking of how he could maneuver himself into 
getting a little piece of the luscious young wife, Roper watched Ted move in 
on another young girl even before Cindy was out the door. It was obvious his 
new plumber and driver was a big operator with the women, and Roper would 
see to it that Ted had a chance to get at the young married bitch. It was 
always easier to get in for seconds and fuck her holding that over her head 
than to be the one to cut the ice. Roper had no pride in such matters, and 
he certainly would have no compunction about knocking Ted Mason out of the 
saddle as soon as he was sure he would get a free ride. 

No, on Monday morning, Roper was staring through the windshield with 
hung-over bloodshot eyes, only half-listening to the loud voices of Cindy 
and the two men coming from the back of the panel truck. Driving beside him 
was Ted Mason, who was proving to be an able man with the awkward handling 
vehicle. With casual ease, the young, well-muscled man manipulated the 
wheel, twisting and turning the truck on the narrow asphalt road taking them 
eastward into the low hills of Hacienda Heights. Roper knew from personal 
experience that making the sharp turns took strong arms and a powerful back, 
but Ted made no sign that he was putting forth any effort at all. 

"The next road to the right," Dan Roper told him in a gruff voice. Never in 
a good mood until after the two or three beers he would take with his lunch, 
the foreman was in a worse state than usual this morning. He had argued 
almost all night with his bitching wife about the two days and nights he had 
spent on the lake with a neighbor, fishing occasionally but mostly boozing. 
Sooner or later he was going to have to slap Henrietta around a little bit. 
He had lots of better things to do than fight with a forty-three year old 
wife who was letting herself fall apart. Like that blonde widow who kept 
hanging around Saturday night, Roper thought with a glint in his eye, and, 
licking his lips, he thought of socking it to her when they got together the 
following weekend. 

At that moment, they passed a row of modern ranch-style houses, then 
continued on past a new shopping center, finally coming to an abrupt stop 
before a three-story apartment building going up. 

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

"Okay Mason, Lynn. Pile out. Ray, give them that box of elbow joints. Mason 
grab that kit of wrenches. You and Lynn try your hand at installing the lawn 
sprinkling system the pipes are piled up over there," Roper ordered them 
like a boot camp sergeant. "Don't forget any of your tools. I'm taking Ray 
and Nelson on down the road to the next job. If I'm not back by lunch-time, 
keep at it, okay." 

When Ted Mason and Cindy were getting together all the equipment they would 
need, Ted glanced up apprehensively at the sky. Dark clouds were moving low 
and fast overhead from the west. "You'll be back for us if the rain starts 
pouring down?" he asked. 

"Yeah. As soon as I can. But if it starts raining, you can take off for the 
apartment building it's only forty yards or so. Nobody lives in any of the 
apartments. Anyway, here's a key to the front door, just in case." 

With that, Dan Roper threw away the cigar he had been smoking on and off 
since early morning and swung himself into the cab. With a little 
difficulty, Roper managed to turn the truck around and took off. Ted and 
Cindy were left alone near the apartment building, where the only sounds 
were those of the birds and a light breeze whistling through several olive 
trees nearby. They studiously avoided looking at each other, almost as if 
afraid to trust themselves alone like this. 

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

The two new plumbers worked hard until ten-thirty, laying down and 
connecting the network of pipe for the sprinkler system. By the time they 
sat down under one of the olive trees for their morning break and a late 
breakfast, they were sweating, even though it was a windy fall day. 

"Hi, veteran plumber and wet mermaid," Ted teased, pointing to rivulets of 
perspiration running down Cindy's forehead. "Didn't you forget your beach 
towel?" They both laughed. 

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

"Come on," Cindy shrieked, "let's see if we can make it to the apartment 
building." 

The rain beat down on them as they ran, then finally reaching the building, 
a frantic search for the front door key slowed them down. By the time they 
had entered the building and flung open an unlocked apartment on the first 
floor they were drenched. Their hair and clothes were sopping wet, clinging 
tightly to their youthful bodies. 

"Baby, this is some rain," the tall plumber observed from the window of the 
apartment. "If this keeps up, Roper won't try to get back to us till who 
knows when." 

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

Since the pair had first met a month ago, though they never acknowledged it, 
they had been waiting for an opportunity like this. Now, at last, 
unexpectedly, they were alone and as free as they had been in their dreams 
about each other. As the rain continued to hammer the countryside, Ted and 
Cindy stood at the window together for what seemed a long time, pretending 
to watch the sheets of water rushing over the lawn outside the building. 

Their minds, however, were on other more exciting pleasures. Wondering if he 
could safely get something started with the provocative young redhead, the 
anxious young ex-Green Beret turned finally from the window and walked into 
the dark recesses of the room. In one of the corners he saw a gas-heated 
fireplace. 

"Lucky for us the gas is turned on," he said heartily, turning the knob for 
the fireplace and lighting it. "We'll have Little Red Riding Hood warming 
herself in front of the fire before you can say 'wolf!" 

"Birr! At the moment I feel more like Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother," 
Cindy coyly replied, striding across the room to join her male companion, 
her provocative hips swaying unintentionally back and forth beneath the 
clinging wet trousers. 

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

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

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

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

Scrambling to his feet, the young bachelor took several newspapers and two 
chairs left by construction men and placed them near Cindy's side of the 
fireplace. She watched with interest as he took some wire from his tool box 
and strung it between the chairs, making a low-slung clothesline. 

"Now," he said confidently, "we hang a few newspapers and presto! Our Little 
Red Riding Hood is safely hidden from the wolf's wicked eyes." 

He turned the gas flame higher and ducked behind the curtain, both of them 
laughing at his words. The broad-shouldered ex-Green Beret had successfully 
made the young wife's objections so ridiculous that now she felt more 
foolish staying in her cold wet clothes than she felt afraid to remove them. 
On his side of the curtain, Ted quickly stripped down, draping his clothes 
piece by piece over the improvised barrier to dry. 

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

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

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

Ted was stroking his penis! 

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

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

Her eyes glazed slightly from the pleasurable feelings spreading down into 
her trembling thighs, Cindy became mesmerized by the sight of the huge thick 
shaft of flesh held in her companion's right hand. Over the steady purr of 
the gas flames, the excited redhead thought she could hear his breathing 
grow heavier as his hand began moving faster and faster up and down on his 
heavily pulsing cock. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cindy hesitated a long time before replying. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No no, Ted! We I can't! It's not right!" 

Cindy objected loudly as she felt his strong hands begin wandering freely 
over her exposed milk-white flesh. Then his mouth came forcefully down over 
hers in a wet, hot kiss that sent shivers of desire coursing through the 
hungry young wife's body. When his moist rigid tongue began thrusting 
insistently into her warm wet mouth, snaking around her tongue in 
irresistibly sensuous motion, Cindy groaned deep in her throat and found 
herself responding. She began to lash her tongue back into her co-worker's 
open mouth, at the same time pressing her hotly aching loins tight against 
his lust-thickened shaft of male flesh. She could feel his excited hard cock 
throbbing against the sensitive naked skin of her stomach above her flimsy 
nylon panties, causing her to involuntarily grind her desire-filled pelvis 
hard up against him. 

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

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

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

She now seemed to want it as much as he did, and Ted felt with the thickly 
pulsating tip of his cock for the narrow mouth of her cunt, holding her 
grinding buttocks up off the floor with both his hands. He could feel her 
curvaceous excitement increasing more and more, and then finally, like a hot 
thinly bearded little mouth nibbling wetly at his throbbing hardness, her 
pussy made its first maddening contact with his aching penis. 

Slowly, they began to fit their loins together little by little deepening 
the penetration of his blood-engorged cock in the slippery wet sheath of her 
cunt. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

As he fucked deeper and deeper up into her sensuously quivering little 
belly, he could see his blood-distended penis withdrawing almost full length 
from the pink clasping lips of her pussy, then spearing viciously back up 
into the fleece-covered mound up between her open thighs. The ravishing 
redhead was pushing up to meet his inwardly fucking thrusts as if she were 
unable to wait a split second for his next plunge into her moistly hot cunt. 
Each time he drove it home to the hilt, the well-built man held there an 
instant, savoring the delicious sensations as Cindy violently on his 
obscenely impaling shaft of flesh, loins jerking in tiny quick rotations 
that threatened to make his cum-laden balls explode up between her thighs at 
any minute. Again and again the redhead wrenched her pelvis downward as the 
strong muscular man began the long withdrawal, her warm moist pussy sucking 
at his thick throbbing cock like a wild hungry little animal's mouth that 
hadn't eaten in months. 

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

Spreading her legs even wider to give him still greater access to her 
ravenous pussy, Harold Lynn's red-haired wife pitched crazily under Ted 
Mason, and he sensed that, before long, the young girl would be cumming like 
a cock-starved whore. The way this wild young thing under him was responding 
to his long hard hammering thrusts, she must really be starved for sex! 

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

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

"Ohhhhh, fuck it! Fuck it hard--hard!" she chanted, mumbling obscene words 
she had never before used, spurring him on with the sporadic pounding of her 
heels on his tightly clenched buttocks. Then she moaned, as if in pain, and 
pulled her thighs up higher, pressing her full-mounded breasts back flat 
against her chest. "I'm cumming!" the young beauty exclaimed, as if in 
surprise, her mouth opening wide in ecstatic abandon. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" 
she repeated, as though convincing herself. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Agggli! God! Not so hard!" the breathless redhead groaned beneath him, her 
body bucking upward in an attempt to escape the thickness of his middle 
finger now buried up to the first knuckle in the tightness of her warm 
little rectal mouth. 

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

"Ohhhhh, my God!" she suddenly cried out, the sound of her voice filling the 
empty apartment. "I'm cumming again. Don't stop fucking me! I'm cumming! 
again! Oh God, again, again!! ! " 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When Ted had finished putting his shoes on and had walked out of the 
apartment and into the hallway, Cindy took the opportunity to quickly get 
herself dressed. The rain seemed to be letting up a little bit and it was 
possible that their foreman Dan Roper would be returning to check on them or 
to take them back to the plumbing office for the day. 

No sooner had Cindy finished putting on her clothes than she heard the sound 
of the panel truck grinding slowly up in front of the apartment building. 
She heard Ted greet their boss outside, and by the time the motor had 
stopped she too was standing outside the building near Ted. Cindy hoped the 
weak depleted feeling in her loins did not show on her face. The last person 
she wanted to have know about her illicit little episode with Ted Mason was 
foreman Dan Roper. The surly older man would love to take something like 
that and make a big deal out if if he could and he would find a way. 

* * * 

Little did she and Ted know it, but the foreman had suspected what they 
would do if he left them alone long enough. Earlier putting on his heavy 
raincoat against the relentless downpour of rain, Roper had parked a block 
away and approached the unoccupied apartment building. Eventually, after 
peering into several empty apartments from outside windows, he had seen 
exactly what he had expected to see the lewdly intertwined couple just as 
they were finishing their fuck. He made up his mind not to say anything 
until it was to his advantage to do so. 

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

"Hurry it up, you guys," Roper said as they climbed into the cab of the 
truck. "Let's go home. There's not much chance of getting any more work done 
today." 

They rode in silence back to the plumbing company, each lost in his own 
thoughts, but the men's thoughts all centered around one person and one 
thing red-haired Cindy Lynn, and sex. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

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

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

It was true that Cindy and Ted were often alone together on a job, but most 
of the day they were forty yards apart in different rooms, each working on 
their separate tasks. More than once the middle-aged Dan Roper showed up, 
supposedly to observe how well the young trainees were working, but he 
usually made sure he was standing behind Cindy while she worked, looking 
with obvious relish at her straining thighs and buttocks in blue work pants. 

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

At thirty-five, Pat was a little older than most of the girls working for 
Golden Gate Plumbing, but she was still hot for a little screwing around 
when there was someone available. Roper himself had been in bed with her 
more than once, usually at a drunken company party where the only one he 
could get his hands on was Pat. She had mentioned that she would like to get 
her hands on young Ted Mason, and Roper had immediately begun to figure a 
way to use this to get what he wanted . . . namely a piece of the hot little 
Cindy Lynn's tail. 

Now, as he looked lustfully down at Cindy's well-rounded buttocks stretching 
the material of the blue work pants, as she tightened a pipe fitting on a 
hot water heater, Roper smiled secretly to himself. 

IV be squeezing that sweet little ass of yours before long, he gloated to 
himself. I'll fuck your hot little cunt until you can't walk again for a 
week. 

As soon as Ted Mason entered the room, Roper glanced up, scowling. "Mason, 
better give Lynn a hand with this job. The rest of the crew is about ready 
to wrap it up. You two aren't laying down on the job, are you?" 

It was a needless comment, because Cindy and Ted Mason, aware that as new 
plumbers in Roper's section they would be watched carefully, had been 
working as fast as the tedious work would allow. It was a known fact that 
the men working with them had been assigned less difficult tasks and Cindy 
knew that Roper, too, was well aware of it. 

"We've done a normal week's work in three days," the tired young redhead 
told her boss in exasperation. "What do you want.. . blood?" 

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

Long before the rest of the plumbers showed, both Ted and Cindy heard their 
loud, raucous voices. 

"Come on, you guys," she heard one of them say to his friend. "I want to get 
a load of that new broad bending over." 

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

"The boss says she's got a nice butt on her," said a voice from doorway as 
the men entered the room. 

The twenty-one year old beauty was tempted to make some return comments, but 
a few cautionary words from Ted Mason nearby made her decide to hold her 
tongue. 

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

But it was difficult when the heckling plumbers stood in the background as 
Cindy attempted to connect the hot water heater. There were raucous whistles 
and groans of appreciation as the men stood craning their necks at her 
inadvertently squirming buttocks. Crouched on her knees in one corner of the 
kitchen, every time she made another turn with the heavy plumber's wrench, 
her whole body twisted provocatively, and a chorus of moans and lewd remarks 
echoed throughout the room. 

"Hey, baby, you can screw on my pipe any time you 'want to," a young plumber 
called out to her. Cindy was sweating from the exertion she was putting into 
her work, and it was all she could do not to answer him with a crushing 
remark. But Ted Mason had warned her, and she took his words to heart, 
merely smiling in a distant way at the crew ogling her from behind. 

Tenants had not yet moved into the new furnished apartment, so at break time 
they all sat together at the large maple kitchen table, the men still making 
suggestive comments that were driving Cindy crazy with anger. At one point 
she was ready to call it quits and go back to being a secretary with the 
company, but stubbornness and pride kept her from it. 

She did lose her temper once just before the break was over. "You guys are 
such a pain," she told them, getting up from the table to go to the bathroom 
before going back to work. "Can't you treat me like a human being instead of 
like some kind of side-show freak. How would you like for someone to tell 
you had to work pent-up inside a dingy office for the rest of your life?" 
Then she strode out of the kitchen and into the hallway toward the bathroom. 

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

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

"You lousy . . . " Ted started cursing as he rose from his chair. But at 
that moment he glanced out the window and saw the panel truck driven by Dan 
Roper turning into the driveway outside the building. Ted clenched his fists 
and held himself back. His nerves were already stretched to the breaking 
point due to working hard to remain on the crew. He thought he had himself 
under control, but then, just as Roper screeched to a halt outside the 
building, a second young plumber put in a final insulting remark in Cindy's 
absence. Ted flew into a rage. 

"You lousy son of a bitch!" Ted shouted to the offending plumber. "Why can't 
you treat her with a little respect? She's doing her job which is more than 
I can say for you!" The two men were wrestling each other angrily when the 
plumbing boss came into the kitchen. 

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

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

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

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

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

"Hi, Red," the foreman greeted her. "Find the bathroom without an escort?" 

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

"Listen, Mason, Lynn. Get on with your job. The rest of you bums climb in 
the truck. There's other work on the other side of Whittier. Come on, let's 
go." 

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

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

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

With a gesture of impatience, he strolled out of the kitchen to gather his 
tools and get back to help Cindy. 

The ravishing young redhead watched his strong muscular legs carry him out 
of the room, and for a moment she wished she were one of those women who 
could successfully carry on an affair outside her marriage. If she were, 
there was no doubt in her mind that Ted Mason was the man she would be 
having it with. 

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

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Pat Reynolds lived alone in an art colony apartment in Santa Monica. She 
liked the location of her apartment because it was near the beach and she 
could step out the door and within a few minutes be sitting in a bar with 
the kind of atmosphere she dug most men, young men. It was also easy to get 
to her apartment from the San Diego or Hollywood freeways, so that if a 
boyfriend was coming from Long Beach or North Hollywood, he could shoot 
right off the freeway and almost be at her doorstep. The curvaceous blonde 
liked to make herself eminently available to as many men as possible. In 
Santa Monica she had found the perfect place to live her wild and free 
sexual life. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pat gave a deep-throated groan as she felt her belly explode in orgasm, 
great streaming floods of orgiastic wetness spewing from the walls of her 
throbbing vagina around his insanely pistoning cock. She splayed her shapely 
legs out wider, lifting them into the air on either side of 

Dan Roper's wildly pumping loins to give him unimpeded access to her crazily 
sucking vagina. The abandoned blonde thrust her loins up at him with brutal 
force, screwing herself up hungrily on the still driving rod of his 
lust-heated flesh. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roper opened his eyes and looked up at his other full-bodied new female 
plumber's helper hunched up over his loins. She was staring down at his 
exhausted cock in her hands as though trying to will it to come to life 
again. 

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmmmmmm!" Pat mumbled, indicating she knew him and liked the idea. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You really think I could get Ted into bed, huh?" Pat asked with a wistful 
sound in her voice. "I'm not sure I'm his type." 

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

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

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

"Anything you want, baby," Pat said, wrapping her arms around his masculine 
buttocks and giving them a hearty squeeze. She was looking forward to 
getting her hands on that handsome brown-haired man she had seen around the 
plumbing company. 

"Mason and Cindy Lynn have the hots for each other, and I think Cindy is 
having problems at home. Work on her to admit that she likes Mason and 
should see more of him. Then we can get her to the Sportsman's Club too." 

"Ahhhhh, now I get it," Pat put in. "Dan Roper is after a little strange 
pussy himself." 

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

Deal?" 

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

 CHAPTER SIX 

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

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

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

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

Pat had made it clear that she herself had no interest at all in marriage, 
since she got whatever sex she wanted without lifting a little finger. 

Now, at this point, Cindy was almost ready to agree with her that a 
good-looking woman didn't need a husband, especially one who had no more 
interest in his wife than her Harold seemed to. Still, Cindy just hadn't 
been able to go along with Pat's suggestion that the two of them go out 
together to the Sportsman's Club party tonight. It hadn't seemed right 
somehow. It had been different that one time with Ted Mason in the new 
unoccupied apartment. Neither one of them had expected that to happen, but 
to deliberately set out with the thought in mind of meeting another man 
seemed too...too loose, too whorish for the innocent young wife to 
contemplate. 

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

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

Cindy almost cried out his name when she saw that it was her husband Harold. 
The shocked young wife gaped in disbelief as Harold waved down a taxi and 
got into the back seat, putting his arm around the shoulders of the woman, 
who was obviously a whore. 

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

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

* * * 

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

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

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

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

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

Hesitating momentarily, not wanting to mention that she had been told Ted 
Mason might be here, she finally mentioned Pat Reynolds' name. 

"Pat?" Roper said, his face lighting up in mock surprise. "I saw her around 
a minute ago. I didn't know you were a friend of hers." Raising his fingers, 
he signaled the bartender to bring them two bourbon-on-the-rocks. 

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

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

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

She's not a very good liar, Roper chuckled to himself. He was secretly 
gratified that there probably wouldn't be an irate husband to deal with when 
he finally managed to get her sweet little panties off and fucked the shit 
out of her. 

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

When they had finished their drinks, Roper ordered two more and then got up 
from his chair. "Come on, Cindy, let me help you find Pat, and then I'll 
stop boring you to death." 

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

"Where is everybody?" Cindy asked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Actually, Don Roper knew exactly where to find the blonde plumber that Cindy 
called her friend. 

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

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

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

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

"Hey, I thought Cindy was going to be here?" he asked Pat, suddenly thinking 
he got the picture. 

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

"Well, no...." the muscular young man admitted. "But...." 

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

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

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

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

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

"My God. You're quite a woman," Ted exclaimed in surprise as the shapely 
blonde plumber stood half-naked before him, the blonde curls of her pubic 
mound highlighting her alabaster-white skin and black-sheathed legs. He had 
seen Pat around the company building but had never paid too much attention 
because she seemed a little older and a little too filled out for his taste. 
But now he had to admit that she was alluring not even plump under the 
clothes, only voluptuous and well-rounded. 

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

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

"Come on, honey," she whispered in hoarse excitement. "Put that thing in me. 
Quick, I can't wait any longer!" 

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

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

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

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

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

Then he felt her hands slip around behind his buttocks and dig into his 
sinewy flesh as she urged him to fill her with more and more of his heavily 
swollen cock, one of her fingers flicking lightly, maddeningly over his anus 
from behind. 

He knew it wouldn't be long before he would cum, and he drove his cock into 
her widespread loins as hard as he could, punishing her with his youthful 
virility. He could already feel her cunt quivering in readiness for an 
orgasm, while at the same time the deep hot swirls of sperm began to boil up 
from his testicles. It didn't matter that he was cumming so soon; he knew 
very well that he could get it up five or six times a night with a woman 
like this one. 

Just at that moment, the bedroom door flew open. 

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

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

"Ohhhhhhh, God, fuck me, baby. I'm cummmmming! I'm cummming honey!" Then her 
long white legs snaked out around Ted's pummeling hips, hugging his loins 
still tighter against her own. They were still locked together in their 
final spasm of pleasure when Dan Roper closed the door in Cindy Lynn's 
horrified face. 

The shocked and disillusioned young redhead could not move for a long 
moment, staring blank-faced at the wood panel door before her. Finally she 
gasped and began a long, low moan deep in her throat that ended in a flood 
of tears. Now she felt even more alone and deserted than before when she had 
seen her husband getting into the cab with another woman. Searching blindly 
in her purse for a tissue to dry her eyes and blow her nose, she turned away 
from her boss and began to run back down the hall. She had reached the end 
before she realized she had gone the wrong way to get out of that part of 
the club, but she did not have the strength or willpower to pass by Dan 
Roper again. She was absolutely sure that Roper had known exactly what they 
would find in that room, setting it up just to make her feel bad. Ever since 
Cindy had let him know that she was not interested in him, the paunchy 
foreman had treated her with nothing but total disrespect. 

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

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

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

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

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

"That's right, baby," Roper gloated when he saw that she understood what was 
in his mind. "I saw you and Mason fucking like crazy that first day in the 
empty apartment. And now it's my turn." 

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

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

Her big blue eyes were suddenly filled with terror as she realized that he 
was really going to go through with trying to rape her. All other thoughts 
fled from her mind as she concentrated on the problem of how to get out of 
that room without having to undergo such a debasing experience. But the 
older man was too strong for the struggling young redhead, pushing her with 
all his force back toward the bed. Her knees caught at the edge of the 
mattress, causing her to fall stunned onto her back, her short black 
minidress flying up around her hips. She saw Roper hurriedly unzip the fly 
of his pants, and before she could get off the bed and back onto her feet, 
he had freed his long thick penis from his shorts, grasping it in his right 
hand like a weapon. When he came toward her, Cindy stifled a gasp in her 
throat and lay frozen, completely mesmerized by the huge bulbous head in his 
hand as he slipped the loose foreskin up and down over its swollen purplish 
mass. His left hand began loosening his belt, letting his pants fall down 
around his ankles just as he reached the edge of the bed. Now Cindy could 
see the heavy, bloated testicles dangling bull-like between his legs, and 
horrified, she made a last futile attempt to escape this approaching monster 
of a man. 

She no longer cared what her fate would be at the plumbing company where she 
worked, her only concern now was to get away from her boss before it was too 
late. But Roper was too fast for her. He threw his body down on top of her, 
forcing one knee up between her tightly clenched legs. Then he reached down 
with both hands, and, hooking his fingers under the elastic waistband of her 
white nylon panties, he gave one hard pull, and tore them into useless 
shreds. Now her helplessly trembling loins were fully exposed to his 
lecherous gaze. Roper did not stop there; his hands tugged the hem of her 
short minidress until he forced it up to her neck, so he could get at her 
whitely overflowing brassiere. Panting from the exertion, Roper hooked his 
index finger up under the flimsy garment and tore it away from the ripe full 
mounds of her breasts. The struggling redhead tried to pull her dress back 
down to cover her nakedness from his lewd gaze, but before she could manage 
it he let his full weight drop down onto her, driving the breath from her 
lungs and flattening the soft half-moons of her breasts beneath his 
wiry-haired chest. Then, lifting his body just enough so that he could cup 
his palms around the warm naked mounds, the slightly balding foreman slipped 
his mouth wetly down over her quivering white belly, trailing his extended 
tongue down through the thick tangle of russet curls, finally darting it 
serpent-like over her cringing little clitoris hidden up between the pink 
fleshy outer lips of her cunt. 

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

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

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

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

Now there was nothing left. Her humiliation was complete as she felt little 
points of fire kindling inside her cringing vagina in spite of her will to 
resist. Her husband should never have left her so frustrated the way he had 
. . . never!! ! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, he gloated over her involuntarily jerking loins. She'd get fucked all 
right and fucked good and proper! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the lewdly grinning man only tightened the grip of his left hand in her 
hair and reached with his right to pinch her nostrils closed between his 
thumb and forefinger. . 

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

"Suck my cock, baby," he hissed down at her. "My cock will stay all the way 
up in that snooty little throat of yours until you suck it and lick it with 
your tongue," he told her, at the same time making short strokes between her 
wide-held lips just enough to let her know he was still master, and not yet 
ready to cum. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dan Roper watched in disbelief as she began rhythmically finger-fucking 
herself with her extended right middle finger, at the same time stroking the 
wet pink hair-lined flesh surrounding it with the fingers of her other hand. 
She looked like she was going out of her mind for it, and the thought of the 
high and mighty little bitch begging for it made his loins ache again. 
Sliding his calloused hands down to his soft limp cock, he began to squeeze 
its flaccid flesh and rub his loosely dangling balls to bring himself up to 
full, blood-hardened erection again. After all, he might never get another 
chance to fuck her shitless after tonight! It didn't take much to get him 
turned on again, what with the wantonly squirming redhead finger-fucking 
herself before his very eyes. As her finger stroked repeatedly in and out of 
her pink moist cuntal mouth, Roper felt his penis slowly begin to harden 
again in his massaging fist. He grinned to himself proudly at his insatiable 
sexual appetite and raised himself up over her wide-split loins again, his 
knees together between lewdly split thighs. Levering his thickly stiffened 
cock forward, he aimed its broad rubber tip directly for the glistening wet 
opening of her pussy. The lust-maddened young wife immediately slipped her 
finger out of the way and with her own fingertips spread the outer lips away 
to the sides to make the way easier for him. 

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

"Ohhhhhh!" Cindy moaned in a singing voice, feeling her helplessly throbbing 
vagina flower open to receive his lust-lengthened thickness deep up to her 
womb. She began to move in wild abandoned little fucking motions beneath 
him, muttering incoherent words of a wild uncontrolled passion to urge him 
on. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The ravishing young wife felt him up behind her beginning to stroke smoothly 
in and out, with short and shallow thrusts at first, but then gradually 
lengthening until just the expanded glans at the end was left inside before 
he fucked back up into her again to the hilt. The burly foreman gritted his 
teeth from the unbearable tightness of the narrow opening, pulling his lips 
back in a grimace of mingled pain and pleasure. He had never felt such a hot 
clasping pressure around his cock and the lewd sensations were driving him 
crazy. He continued steadily stroking for a minute and then the impossible 
began to happen. 

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

"Ohhhhh. Fuck it! Fuck my ass!" she quavered at him in a pleading 
lust-altered voice. "Split it! Split it open!! ! " 

Dan Roper sweated and grunted up behind her wildly working ass-Cheeks, 
fucking harder and harder like a sex-crazed bull up into her tightly 
clutching little rectal passage. It wouldn't be long now, he was thinking. 
But he wanted to make this final debasement of the formerly aloof and 
stuck-up little bitch to last as long as possible, and he did his best to 
keep his cock from exploding and flooding his cum deep up in her hotly 
slaving belly at that very moment!! ! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

After Cindy had fled from the open doorway where she had seen her lover 
fucking the sensuous blonde, Ted Mason had pushed unabated toward his 
orgasm. Nor had Pat let the virile young plumber rest after that. She had 
climbed on top of him and worked him over with her hands and mouth until he 
could once again screw her with a hard thick penis, this time with her 
sitting up over him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The muscular young man heard the passionate groaning before he saw what was 
going on in the room. Even so, Ted could hardly believe his eyes when he 
looked through the door and saw the couple on the bed. Crouched behind 
Cindy's white up-thrust buttocks was their foreman, Dan Roper, fucking for 
all he was worth up between the slavishly kneeling young redhead's 
widespread buttocks. 

Ted's first thought was that Cindy had been putting him on about being so 
pure and faithful for her husband. If she had been, how could she possibly 
have ended up like this, obviously enjoying having Dan Roper fuck her in the 
ass? 

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

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

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

Making a sudden decision, Ted stepped up to the bed and attempted to pull 
the wildly pumping Roper from his position up behind the moaning red-haired 
wife. 

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

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

"Come on, you cunt-hound. Fuck'er cunt! She's so fuckin' hot she's gonna 
blow sky-high!" Roper goaded his crew member. This was turning out to be a 
real treat he thought after this ass-fucking he was throwing to her, the 
snotty little redhead would have to think twice before she got up on her 
high horse with him again! 

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

The muscular young man spread Cindy's thighs still farther apart with the 
palms of his hands as he moved into position. Then grasping his hard, aching 
cock between his fingers, he guided it without a moment's delay deep up into 
the moist open cavern of her cunt. 

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

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

Cindy was uttering low moaning sounds which went on and on all the time they 
both fucked up into her at the same time from the front and back, 
occasionally losing a deeper groan from her chest as their pelvises smacked 
into her loins with harder and harder force. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Innnnnnggggh! Here's some cum in your ass, baby," he grunted into her ear, 
savoring the way her buttocks were clenching into hard tightly milking 
little balls down against his grinding pelvis. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

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

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

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

She would have to leave. 

It was impossible to think of staying with her husband Harold now, or of 
having to work every day for God knew how long with Dan Roper, not to 
mention Ted Mason or Pat Reynolds. Actually, she did not feel the same 
strength of repulsion toward the younger Ted, although at the moment she 
couldn't admit it, even to herself. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * 

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

The day at work was one just like all other Monday mornings, except that 
Cindy and Ted could not look at each other, treating each other like perfect 
strangers even after Dan Roper left them alone to install bathroom fixtures 
in a new apartment. Cindy thought that Roper made a suggestive little smirk 
as he left, and the other members of the plumbing crew seemed to be studying 
her with a prurient curiosity. Roper was the kind of person who would like 
nothing better than to tell everyone he knew about his Saturday night 
conquest, and the young redhead cringed inwardly to think that by now her 
fellow workers had probably heard the whole story. 

The evening, after Roper had first picked her and Ted up, then stopped for a 
second plumbing crew in another apartment nearby, Roper suddenly turned and 
called into the back of the panel truck where Cindy was sitting with the 
others. 

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

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

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

In a flash Ted Mason was out of the front seat, and opening the back door of 
the truck and lifting Cindy out onto the ground. The other plumbers sat 
there thunderstruck, their eyes Filled with disbelief that the young man had 
punched the foreman in the nose and knocked him out. 

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

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

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

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

"I'm tired of this place anyway," Ted told her without looking in her 
direction. "I've been thinking of heading east to look for work, maybe 
Atlanta. 

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly Ted stopped walking and turned to her. 

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

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

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

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

 CHAPTER NINE 

It was not the sort of life that Cindy Lynn would ever have envisioned for 
herself, but she never even thought about it. She lived every day just to 
enjoy herself, not even noticing that she had given up certain middle class 
attitudes that had been part of her since she could remember. The young 
redhead glanced around the drab duplex apartment she and Ted had taken when 
first arriving in Atlanta only two weeks ago. At first, they had agreed they 
would take it only because it was cheap, a stop-gap until they had found 
work and had more money. Then they would see. It was conceivable that they 
might want to go their separate ways after living together awhile under the 
same roof. The apartment was in a rundown section of the city where a lot of 
so-called hippies lived, and was furnished with randomly collected pieces of 
cheap furniture so typical of the other duplexes she had seen nearby. A 
large square coffee table, badly scratched with cement cinder blocks 
substituted for broken legs, faced a worn leather couch which folded into a 
bed at night. An orange Japanese lantern hung over the table. There were two 
chairs in the room, with large cushions flung around in various corners. 

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

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

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

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

Then too, dealing with the relatively free young people they mingled with in 
their new life exposed them to a lot of new ideas that made sense in a 
strange sort of way. The ravishing redhead had even lost all interest in the 
women's lib movement, seeing it now as an irrelevant question. Anyway, as it 
was not, whoever worried about the dishes being dirty washed them, whoever 
thought of eating, cooked. 

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

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

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

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

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

Cindy said they were welcome, looking them over as they made themselves at 
home by pulling up two of the large cushions in the room. Donna was like so 
many other young girls Cindy saw on the streets of downtown Atlanta. She 
couldn't have been more than fifteen years old, tall, with a slim but well 
proportioned body. The teenage girl wore make-up, and her long blonde hair 
was brushed straight back, reaching almost down to her waist. The young 
girl's ripely rounded breasts jutted up enticingly into the material of her 
blue denim shirt, while the tight-fitting jeans she wore left nothing to the 
imagination about the shape of her long tapered legs, not to mention her 
widely flaring hips and narrow waist. 

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

"Have you been in Atlanta long?" Cindy asked the young shapely blonde 
sitting down on the opposite side of the coffee table. 

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

Then the young man who was with her broke in. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, I see," said Cindy, not really understanding. She looked questioningly 
at Donna. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ted eyed him suspiciously for a long moment, finally heaving a deep breath 
and relaxing back down onto the floor. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ted was a little surprised to see the well-built young blonde following him 
down the steps onto the sidewalk. 

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

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

As it turned out, both Juan and Cindy were pretty well stoned on marijuana 
by the time Ted and the teenage blonde returned with the food. They were off 
in their own worlds, rapping together about truth and truthfulness on a 
philosophical level that wouldn't have been without the influence of the 
powerful drug. 

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

After putting a tape of some flamenco guitar music on the new cassette he 
had bought, Ted returned to the table sitting on the floor next to the 
blonde Donna. Cindy's red hair was almost touching the black curls of Juan's 
head as they sat on the couch and talked earnestly to each other over the 
loud music. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Come on over here, then," the handsome ex-plumber whispered to her. The 
other two didn't seem to notice as he led Donna over to a darkened area near 
the window. He kicked three or four huge pillows together in a row and urged 
the young girl to sit down next to him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jesus, baby, your cunt's so sweet and tight. I can't wait to start fucking 
it!" Ted groaned. And he didn't stop couldn't stop not even to give her a 
chance to adjust to his sudden presence deep up inside her to her womb. With 
a need that defied all conscious control, he just began to fuck her, 
stroking in and out between her trembling white belly, flooding her with the 
seed of his lust. 

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

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

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

Staring at Ted with a worried look on his face, but not saying a word, the 
dark-haired boy got up slowly from his position on the couch near Cindy and 
headed for the area by the window. 

"What's going on?" Cindy asked with curiosity, following Juan with her eyes. 

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

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

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

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

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

"Here, get dressed," he told her gently, gathering up her clothes. "Let's 
get out of here. 

This guy's got no soul," he said. Secretly he was grateful to Ted, but he 
didn't want to show his feelings right now. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aw, that was only part of an act. Though it wasn't said in so many words, 
he understood that if I got the chance it would happen. Anyway, it seems to 
me that you two were getting pretty chummy over there on the couch. Sooner 
or later, he'll get to thinking about throwing it to you, and believe me, 
he'll be back. If for no other reason, because he might believe he owes me 
one after I fucked Donna." 

Ted moved closer to the curvaceous young woman he had been living with since 
they left Los Angeles. 

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

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

"He's quite a stud, if you can believe his stories," Ted went on, pulling 
the redhead with him down onto the couch. "And since you don't like sex too 
much, it might do you good to have some new cock now and then." He was 
laughing at her softly as he stroked his extended middle finger up and down 
between her moistening cuntal lips through the thin, silky material of her 
panties. 

The last thing you could say about Cindy is that she's frigid, he told 
himself happily. 

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

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

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

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

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

Lifting her mouth away from his still swelling cock for a moment, she told 
him, "Let me turn upside down on top of you, honey. I want you to lick me 
while I suck your cock." 

Without a second's hesitation, his hands were helping her remove the cotton 
print blouse and short skirt she was wearing, and he peeled her panties from 
her firmly rounded ass-cheeks as she turned upside down over him, placed her 
knees on either side of his head and moved her already warmly pulsating 
young vagina closer to his face. Then he was looking up at her moist pink 
cuntal mouth palpitating only inches away from his eyes, undulating slightly 
as if impatient to feel his tongue swirling maddeningly up inside her hotly 
demanding pussy. Once again he felt her full red lips close tightly around 
the head of his excitedly throbbing cock, and with a groan he wormed his 
long pointed tongue deep up into the wet inner walls, grasping her round, 
resilient buttocks in his fingers to pull her down closer to his questing 
mouth. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally Ted had nothing more to give. Cindy let his softness slip wetly from 
her still warmly clinging lips as she rolled off to one side, exhausted from 
her own orgasm and the effort she had expended over her lover's 
lust-quenching cock. 

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

"You've come a long way, baby," he told her with a little laugh. Then he lit 
two cigarettes and, handing one to the liberated runaway wife he said, 
"Would you have done it with anyone else, just for kicks? " 

"No darling, of course not," Cindy replied, thoughts of how that young boy, 
Juan's, hot spurting cum would feel shooting deep up into her openly 
receiving belly. "Of course not...." 

Lying on his back he lazily blew smoke rings up into the room. 

Life's looking pretty good, they both thought. 


THE END
