Chapter 3
Linda Ralston wasn't as pretty as she had once been. But then, life hadn't been all that easy. Two husbands: one dead and buried, the second run off with what little money Linda had had salted away. God, Linda had been a trusting idiot in her time! She has since wised up. If she was no longer as young as she had once been, she was no longer as stupid either.
Linda moved in closer to the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She wiped off the condensation with the towel she held in one hand. She stepped back for another, look.
She had just showered. Her black hair was wet. Not yet as full of body as it would be when dried, her hair now hung straight, outlining a face which had never been ravishingly beautiful.
Linda's eyes were her best feature. They were large, blue-green, shielded by lush lashes. Her nose was a shade too long, somehow not quite right for her face. Her mouth was too wide, her lips a trifle too thick.
Linda cupped one hand under each breast. The milky orbs were beginning to sag. They weren't as proudly firm as they had once been; even though, Linda's nipples still turned to stiff little rockets whenever she got excited.
Linda discarded her towel, dropping it over the toilet seat. She flattened her palms on her hips, gliding them downward over her flanks.
Linda recognized the beginning chunkiness of middle age. She already had slight love handles. If she pinched her fingers toward her thumbs, she could gather up small rolls of excess flesh. Still, she wasn't so fat as to be called obese; and, her legs still looked damned good.
Linda turned slightly in front of the mirror. Her ass wasn't as solid as it had once been. Linda consciously determined to begin doing exercises to keep her buttocks from falling any further. She had read somewhere that it was an excellent conditioner if she walked around all day with a quarter couched between her ass cheeks. She wondered lamely if she had a quarter; not that she had any plans to begin any exercise program this evening. Although, it might have been amusing to see how Ken would have reacted to poking his cock into a quarter instead of into her ass-hole.
As if Linda's thoughts of Ken Jackson had been the man's cue, the front door opened and Ken came into the living room. He threw his windbreaker on a chair, turning to see a robe-draped Linda entering from the bathroom.
Ken was six-feet tall, broad-shouldered. He had curly sand-colored hair, classically Roman nose, blue-gray eyes, square jaw, cleft chin. In short, he had all the right characteristics that didn't quite come together in the right combination. He somehow just missed out on being handsome; however, few people could have said just why.
"No luck?" Linda asked.
"The bastard said there was no point in even talking if we hadn't decided to come completely around to his way of thinking," Ken answered. He dropped into the chair, squashing his jacket beneath his muscular buttocks in the process.
'That means you've all decided it's time to make the old man see the light?" Linda asked. She knew what that would mean.
"You hear that his brat showed up at the gates this morning?" Ken asked, shaking his head as if even he didn't believe it, and ignoring Linda's query.
"Yea, I heard."
"She just drove right up to the front gate," Ken said, accompanying with a small laugh that portrayed no real amusement. "One of the guys said she was driving daddy's biggest car, no brassiere, her dress hiked up to her crotch, and wearing a diamond ring that was big enough to choke a horse."
"She's lucky she got through without a hassle."
"She's certainly lucky I wasn't there," Ken said, his tone indicating he wasn't kidding.
"But you should be happy as hell to find out that daddy's little dear was there, huh?" Linda asked, sitting down on the arm of Ken's chair.
"How do you figure that?"
"Proves she's not too careful, doesn't it?" Linda pointed out. "Proves she's not really aware just how serious things are around here, doesn't it? And that makes it easy for you, doesn't it? Seems to me neither little daughter, nor rich daddy, are yet expecting what you've got planned. You do still have it planned, don't you?"
"I'm all set," Ken said. "Some of the other guys aren't so sure, though."
Linda told herself to remain calm, cool, and collected. She wasn't going to get anywhere by getting excited. She just had to move along slow and easy like, not making it too obvious that Linda had been the one who had originated the plan, that Linda would be the one to see the plan was carried out, that Linda would come out the biggest winner of all in the end. So far, Ken thought he was the mastermind, the mover, the brains. And that was just how Linda had carefully-so very, very carefully-planned it.
"The rest of the guys will come around," Linda said, running her fingers through Ken's tousled hair. Goddamn it, they had to come through! Did they really have a choice? If Talbot McKnight hadn't made concessions by now, it was doubtful he was ever going to make them. Yes, in the end, it would be Talbot McKnight's refusal to compromise which was going to line Linda's pocketbook with real gold. All Linda had to do was bide her time.
"We've still got a lot of chicken shits who are holding back," Ken said, evident disgust registering in his voice. "They keep thinking McKnight is going to come around any damn minute."
"They won't hold out much longer," Linda promised. Thank God for that ridiculous stand-ff strike. "There's a lot of starving kids around here now, baby. No family man is going to long stand for the bawling caused by his own kid's empty belly."
"There's another union meeting tonight," Ken said. "I've got to leave early. A bunch of us have to try and delay another vote on settlement. Rumor is going around that some of the ass-holes are actually thinking of giving in."
"Jesus!" Linda said. Her feelings of horror were genuine, if not for reasons Ken might have easily deciphered.
"Yea, Jesus is right!" Ken echoed. "Can you actually imagine anyone being willing to stuff the last six months down the rat hole?"
Yes, Linda could imagine that. The very idea made her break out in a cold sweat. If things got really desperate, it might have seemed easier to a lot of the miners to give in to the old man rather than do anything drastic-like kidnapping Talbot McKnight's pretty young daughter.
Don't panic, Linda! Don't panic! Nothing had been decided yet. There had been votes taken before. Each time the union majority had rejected any proposals to bend to McKnight's demands. Just because the miners were thinking now of voting again didn't mean anything. Still, all of those hungry kids crying might have some of their daddies-too gutless to take the law in their own hands-to thinking that the best way out was to go back to work no matter what the concessions that now had to be made.
"You want me to fix you something to eat?" Linda asked. "I've got a casserole in the oven."
"I'll eat in a minute," Ken said. "Until I do, why don't you see what you can find for yourself to snack on."
Linda smiled. She knew what Kenny was suggesting. If it was one thing Ken liked about as much as fucking Linda's ass, it was fucking her face. And when you came right down to it, Linda didn't mind obliging by hoisting up her buttocks or opening up her mouth whenever Ken made the request. Linda was a sex-oriented animal. She had known that from even before that first time when she had seduced her stepfather into raping her virgin cunt. She had enjoyed that first time, and the second time, and the third . . . Linda was still enjoying.
Of course, Ken wasn't the best sex Linda had ever had. But then, he wasn't the worst either. Considering Linda hadn't hooked up with Ken for his body, she was getting a few bonuses in the bargain.
"Sure you've got the time?" Linda asked, flashing Ken a wide smile. But even as she spoke, she was on her way to her knees, dropping into the spot Ken had made for her between his open thighs.
Linda's fingers deftly pulled down the zipper of Ken's fly. The gaping jean material quickly revealed the white of the man's underwear.
Using both hands, Linda pried open the crotch of Ken's shorts. She quickly revealed a bushing of sand-colored pubic hair and the lower inch of Ken's cock. The rest of Ken's meaty erection was jutting downward into the pocket formed between Ken's left trouser leg and the man's hairy left thigh.
Linda's right hand grabbed the visible handle of blue-veined stiffness and gave a hefty tug. Inches of Ken's turgid cock meat eased upward, the blood-engorged cock progression being evidenced by the diminishing ridge visible beneath the denim.
Linda's prying made the handle of cock grow bigger. With only Ken's cock corona still stuck at his thigh, and Ken's cock roots still anchored at Ken's hairy belly, Ken's cock was a bowed massof male thickness arched outward from the man's crotch.
Linda gave another tug. Ken's erection came free. The cock thrust upward from its knotted roots to its pulpy cock head. Ken's cock glans had struck against Ken's stomach, splattering pre-seminal liquid on the man's shirt.
Linda, not to be satisfied with just Ken's healthy cock, fished back into the breach for Ken's balls.
Ken's testicles and their containing hair-covered scrotum, came flowing out into the light. Ken's gonads were perfect companions for Ken's blood-glutted turgidness: two massive nuts accompanying one massive cock.
Ken's scrotum dropped between Ken's opened thighs like a fleshy waterfall pooling on the seat of the chair. The skin shifted with a seeming life all of its own.
"Go on, baby, eat it," Ken encouraged. "Drain my nuts so I can think straight at tonight's meeting."
Oh, yes, Linda did want Ken to think straightespecially tonight.
Linda homed in first on Ken's ball sac. She decided to sample that musky taste of Ken's flaccid scrotal flesh before it would compact as it always did when Linda sucked Ken's cock to fever pitch.
Linda pursed her -full lips and pressed them against the sexual bag. She sucked. All of Ken's loose skin flowed nonstop through Linda's lips and into the hungry wetness of her mouth. When only the two testicles remained outside, plugging like two giant tennis balls, Linda sucked harder.
"Ohhhhhh . . . sweet . . . Jesus!" Ken moaned as first his left and then his right gonad was vacuumed between Linda's teeth and into her mouth.
Linda's lips were now flush with the base of Ken's monstrous thickness. Linda's nose was pressed firmly into the wide expanse of Ken's cock belly.
Linda had one hell of a mouthful. She worked the flaccid skin and its cum-bulged gristle back and forth between her cheeks, washing Ken's compacting sex sac in wet-warm saliva.
Linda's cheeks collapsed in on Ken's balls. Her sudden oral squeezing caused a dull aching that spread into Ken's muscled lower belly.
Linda rolled those cum-heavy gonads with her tongue, bathing them as more cum was being manufactured inside their bulky orbs.
Ken's right hand went to his cock and gave it a lengthy up-and-down stroke. Clear juices leaked from the cock head, drooling down over the corona like syrup on a large scoop of peach ice cream.
"Come on, baby," Ken said, opening his thighs wider and scooting further down into his chair. "Take my cock. Take my cock deep. Take it all the way down to your voice box."
Linda pulled her face away from Ken's crotch, her lips releasing first one of Ken's balls, then the other. Even as Linda's mouth had been sucking ICen's scrotum, the sac had been contracting. It emerged thicker and more prune-like than it had entered.
Finishing off by giving a few final tongue laps of Ken's scrotum, Linda decided to move on to bigger and better things. She knew Ken was getting anxious. She could tell by the way his hips were already beginning to give short little bucking movements.
"Come on, give me head . . . give me head," Ken muttered. His hand was still stroking his vein-latticed meat. His thumb spread his juices over his pulpy cock glans in preparation for Linda's eventual licking.
Linda's tongue went to the belly of Ken's hard cock. Linda licked upward. As she did, Linda slid her hands back along Ken's ass. Her fingers anchored into the cleft of the man's muscled buttocks.
Ken's cock trembled against the drag of Linda's experienced tongue. Just as Linda's licking reached the man's heart-shaped corona, Ken's cock leaked another oozing of clear pre-seminal juices. Linda's tongue quickly claimed the newest deluge, robbing every drop of the luscious liquid from the small mouth that cleaved Ken's rubbery cock head.
"Come on, cunt," Ken persisted. "You've got me climbing the fucking walls."
Linda pressed the top of her head into Ken's belly. Looking downward, she had a good view of Ken's thick meatiness. Linda could see the pink wetness of Ken's penis eye. She could see the tently arching of Ken's cock back and the slight bulging of Ken's cock belly. She could see the cock roots anchored amid the clustering curly hair on Ken's lower belly.
Linda well knew it would be one hell of a long journey from Ken's pulpy cock head to the man's burgeoning cock base. But Linda was prepared to make that journey. Linda was more than willing to impale her head on Ken's up-jutting stiffness. Why? Well, for one, she enjoyed sucking his cock. She had always enjoyed sucking any cock, ever since she had learned how it was done. But most of all, Linda would suck Ken's cock because she wanted to please him. And by pleasing him, she would better be able to manipulate him into doing just what Linda wanted him to do.
"Damn it, eat it, bitch!" Ken commanded. He bucked his hips upward, his cock head missing Linda's mouth but stabbing her right cheek. Ken's cock left a trailing of damp wetness on Linda's skin.
Linda ovaled her lips over the head of Ken's massive cock corona. She locked her mouth into place along the groove made by Ken's cock head as it flared from his cock neck.
Linda sucked the blunt end of Ken's cock into her face, vacuuming in an additional three inches of Ken's supporting cock neck.
Linda's tongue whipped Ken's entering turgid member. Her taste buds sampled the flavor of Ken's cock, the flavor of Ken's sweat, the flavor of Ken's leaking pre-seminal juices.
"Mmmmmmmmm," Linda hummed over Ken's plugging meatiness.
"Ohhhhhh . . . sweet . . . sweet . . . Jesus," Ken groaned in animalistic appreciation. An upward bouncing of his buttocks added more of his cock into the siphoning warmth of Linda's face.
Linda sucked up even more of Ken's blue-veined hardness. Linda's jaws yawned wider to adjust to the large girth of Ken's lower cock stalk. Linda paused momentarily, waiting for her throat to relax around the meaty stiffness she had already taken.
Ken, though, wasn't content to be satisfied with just a little over half of his blood-engorged member stuck inside of Linda's mouth and throat. He wanted all of his cock rammed deep inside. AND HE WANTED IT THERE NOW!
"Gggghhhrrraaahhh!" Linda groaned over Ken's solid erection as Ken's hands clamped into Linda's scalp and pushed the woman's face downward.
"Oh . . . Christ! Christ! Christ!" Ken grunted in appreciation. He had shoved Linda's mouth down securely over his turgid thickness. A quick bucking worked Ken's cock roots tight against Linda's yawning mouth.
Linda willed herself to fight off any choking. She was, in fact, familiar enough with Kenny by now to have anticipated this sudden jamming of her head down over his cock. Had she not been prepared-as had happened the first time Ken had coaxed her into eating his blood-stiffened cock-she might have strangled. Now, though, she better knew what to expect. And knowing what was coming was winning half the battle right then and there.
"All right . . . ride . . . my cock, baby," Ken groaned, releasing the pressure of his hands on Linda's head so that the woman would finally be able to come up for air. "Make it cum . . . make it cum."
Linda began her slide back up Ken's hard meatiness. Her tongue continued to whip Ken's swollen cock shaft. Her saliva kept coming warm and fast, bathing continually the exiting cock neck.
It was an easy ride up Ken's cock to its summit. Once there, Linda didn't pause for fear that Ken would once again anxiously push her down. Linda, instead, went down on her own. Her second trip was far faster and smoother than the first one had been. And the third slide was faster and smoother than the second; the fourth . . .
"Love it, don't you, bitch?" Ken asked. There was a lewdly obscene pleasure derived not only from the physical sensations of Linda at work but, also, from the mere watching of her head bobbing up and down on Ken's cock. "Yea, you love it. I can tell. Ohhhhh.. . damn it.. . but you do like my cock, don't you?"
"Mmmmmmmm," Linda hummed and nodded her head yes. She then continued coasting over Ken's lustful spear. She tasted the faint saltiness of the pre-seminal juices left in her mouth each time Ken's pulpy cock corona smashed into her palate and deflected into the entrance of her throat.
Ken's lust-bloated testicles were quickly ballooned to capacity with Ken's viscous male sperm. His gonads ached with the pressure. His belly muscles tightened. His chest heaved as he found himself helplessly gasping for air. His cock throbbed up Linda's mouth.
"Goddamn it, take it, baby! Take it! Jesus.. . fucking . . . Christ-TAKE IT!"
Ken's hands pushed Linda down one more time over his skewering thickness and kept the woman anchored there. Ken's ass bounced out of control. His pubic hair ground against Linda's face. His scrotum, now a compact grapefruit-size ball, offered a spongy cushion for Linda's chin.
Linda sucked deeply, coinciding her vacuuming with those erupting shudders of Ken's creaming cock inside of her throat. As a result, Ken's splashing creamy, thick cum was quickly siphoned up while Linda's lips were fluttering about the ballooned roots of Ken's exploding penis.