Chapter 2
"Connie, how about some more fried chicken. This ain't enough to keep a bird alive!" Jake Ralston, his napkin tucked into his collar, was bellowing across the dining room of their spacious ranch-style house in Crab tree Meadow, two blocks from the Pine Junction Golf Club. Crabtree Meadow was the nicest suburban development in the wooded countryside that surrounded the town; in fact, except for a few clustered jerry-built houses some quick-buck operator built a few years back for the blacks who work at the terminal, there was no other suburban development at all.
"Goddamn it, Jake, I'm frying it! Just eat what you've got on your plate and I'll bring some more. You're not gonna starve, not with that lard-gut o'yours!" Connie Ralston wiped the perspiration from her forehead as she waited beside the electric deep-fat fryer as another half-dozen pieces of chicken sizzled in the boiling vegetable oil, and turned a crisp, flaky brown, just the way Jake liked it.
"All right, all right, I didn't ask for no wise-ass remarks! I've got to get back to the terminal tonight, there's a couple of new guys starting on the graveyard shift and I want to be around to be sure they get off on the right foot."
Connie Ralston came in carrying a heavily-laden plate heaped with steaming-hot chicken and placed it carefully on the table next to the huge bowl of mashed potatoes and the boat of gravy; there was a smaller bowl but it was freshly-emptied.
"Do you want some more peas, honey?" Connie asked routinely, helping herself to a couple of pieces of the chicken before they were eaten.
"Naw, this is enough." He had finished a leg and was starting on a sizzling breast in the time it took her to sit down and unfold her napkin.
"What's the big hurry, lover boy? Those new guys don't start for another three hours yet."
Jake wiped the chicken-grease from his lips with the back of his hand and then wiped the hand on his bib-napkin. "Yeah, I know, but I wanna be there when they turn up. You can tell a lot about a guy by watching him the first night. You know, like how early he is, if he's nervous, whether he comes right in or sits in the car ... that sort of stuff."
"What difference does all that make if he does his job well? I think you just like to razz these new guys for something to do, Jake. Just like you're always needling that Melton kid in the office."
Jake slammed his meaty fist on the table and everything, bowls, plates, stainless-steel flatware, leaped an inch into the air and crashed with a rattle. "Damn it, Connie, I've told you time and time again, that's my business and nobody else's! I run that terminal the way I know best and I think I do a damn good job!"
Connie knew she had over-stepped her bounds, and she pushed her chair back and stepped around behind her burly, ex-Marine husband. "I'm sorry, baby," she purred. "I didn't mean to meddle in your affairs. I'll make it up to you when you've finished dinner."
Jake grunted. "Yeah, well it had better be good."
"Good? When was it ever bad, lover boy?" the teasing-blonde purred seductively in his right ear; her hands coursed over his barrel chest and affectionately toyed with the hump of male flesh beneath the coarse fabric of his work pants. Jake never wore expensive clothes to the terminal, preferring to look more like a trucker than a bookkeeper as he explained it.
"Oh, I've had better," her husband said absently, chewing a mouth-sized chuck of chicken breast. "Emmy the other night at the party, for instance ... now that was a piece o'ass! Man, she's got a goddamn set of jaws in that pussy and they love to eat cock!"
Connie feigned shock and embarrassment. "Why, my stars above, such talk from a gentleman like you!"
"You're nobody to talk, Connie Ralston ... I got a good look at you and Emmy's old man Brad. You were suckin' that prick like I never feed you at home. Honestly, honey, people are gonna think you never eat if you keep sucking like that for folks to see!"
"Mmmmmmm, it wasn't hunger, baby ... it was lust, pure lust! Damn, did he ever have a cock on him. When he came, I nearly choked to death; it tasted like a quart and a half!"
"Yeah, but was it quality? Why settle for skim milk when you can get the real cream right here at home?" Jake loved to watch her when he talked like this; Connie had a thing about sucking cock.
She had always been that way, since the days when she worked at the Tri-State Truckers' Haven up on the Virginia border. Connie had built quite a reputation for herself, spread by satisfied truckers through four of five states.
A few of them were even bold enough, or stupid enough, to think that Connie was still community property even after her marriage eight years ago to Jake Ralston-one of the two would never drive a truck again unless he figured a way to do it with his one good arm and the second was rumored to be living in Oregon, taking only the long-haul assignments that kept him along the West Coast, three thousands miles from Jake's vengeance.
Connie was his woman now, one hundred percent, though he didn't mind spreading her talents around at the parties they had started going to about a year ago, a group of mostly truckers and their wives and girlfriends who met at a different house every other week, with the end result always the same ... more sucking and fucking than any man or woman could handle, even a dyed-in-the-wool wencher and cunt-hound like Jake Ralston.
"I hear cream is fattening, baby, so maybe I'll just stick to skim milk for awhile," she whispered teasingly, her hand on the rapidly-swelling bulge of his huge cock.
"Like hell you will!" he bellowed, and pushed his own chair out enough to clear his enormous beer-belly. He swung his legs around, still seated at the table and pushed his wife down by the shoulders until her head was in his lap. "Now, big mouth, see how well you talk with a cock down your throat!"
Connie Ralston needed no further encouragement ... she could suck cock morning, noon and night and never get enough. Most of the time, she could even bring herself off as well, insinuating her firm womanly thighs together and massaging the sensitive pearl of her clitoris with the fleshy insides of her thighs. Connie anxiously opened his pants as Jake obligingly sucked-in his gut and she held the waistband in both hands as she tugged down the zipper; she knelt between his muscular legs and reached inside his unzipped pants and, without bothering to either remove his pants or his boxer shorts, she yanked affectionately at the thickening hardness of his cock until it lay along the inside of his left leg, completely exposed now. She began to stroke his thick rod of strength first with one hand and then between the opened palms of both with a slow, torturous pressure.
He groaned loudly and boisterously, thrusting his half-uncovered loins upward as the warm wetness of her tongue-moistened lips tightly encircled the throbbing, blood-engorged head of his now-hardened organ.
Connie hummed teasingly. "Mmmmmmmmm...." She felt his cock grow even stiffer at the tantalizingly sensation of her lips vibrating around his firm hardness. He groaned again and reached down to entangle his fingers in her short blonde hair, guiding the rhythm of her now-bobbing head. She knew he was watching her as he always did when she went down on him; he loved the sight of his thick, blood-engorged cock buried wetly between her eagerly sucking lips, just as she cravingly relished the spectacle of his laving tongue as it luridly caressed her cuntal pinkness. They were of one mind when it came to sex-anywhere, anytime and with practically anybody.
"Connie, I've been thinking," he said in a near-whisper, his head back and his voice hissing through clenched teeth. "We've gotta' bring some new blood to the parties soon, it's our turn, you know. Have you got any bright ideas yet?"
"Mffffgghhhh!...." She looked up at him without taking her tautly ovaled lips from around his cock, bending her head as far upward as she could with his throbbing hardness down her throat.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I guess you can't talk right now," he said with a cynical lilt. "What I had in mind, baby ... don't stop sucking ... mmmm, that's better ... what I had in mind was some of the Melton kid's sweet little wife. Man, she's got an ass on her I'd sure love to fuck ... tight and high and sweet! Shit, what a piece she'd be!"
The rhythmically-bobbing blonde woman mumbled something unintelligible around the thickness of his cock and then teasingly began to lick the soft spongy glans with her tongue-tip, tormentingly boring into the tiny slit the way she knew her husband-and any other man--liked it. That did it nicely-he could not talk about that young stuck-up Melton girl with Connie Ralston sucking his cock! He tremored around her head as she nuzzled deeply between his thighs, working the heavy layer of outer flesh up and down with her lips, finally pushing it all the way back and then lovingly drawing her hotly ovaled moist lips up along the full length of his pulsing hardness until just the fervently swollen head remained between her O-shaped lips. She tightened her lips elastically and then, with a sigh of ravenous cock-hunger, she moved her head up and down skillfully in that lewdest of movements; she knew what sucking a man's cock-required and she always gave it her best ... thick, thin, four inches or a foot, Connie loved a cock down her throat more than anything!
"Goddamn, suck it, honey!" he belched, his thoughts of lechery with his young assistant's wife momentarily forgotten as Connie cupped the wrinkled, leathery flesh of his sperm-bloated testicles gently with one hand and twirled her thumb and forefinger about the thick hair-matted base of his cock. She swirled her wet tongue about inside her mouth, lavingly caressing the shaft of his thrusting hardness, letting her tongue-tip playfully tease the tiny slit in its purplish head. She sensed his throbbing arousal, knew that the end was near, and began to suck his huge cock harder, scraping gently along the blue-veined rigidity with the edges of her teeth; she was taking more and more of his immensity down her cock-starved throat, swallowing expertly to allow the thick cock deeper, mouth-fucking thrusts that would have choked a lesser woman to death. Her own passion fervently aroused as well, she swished her tongue around and around the lust-swollen knobbish head until she could feel the blood pulsing inside it and she was taking nearly every inch of his hugely erect cock down her tender throat passage!
Connie immediately tightened her fleshy thighs, massaging their soft fullness against one another lewdly, squeezing the lust-flushed lips of her vagina moistly together and arousingly caressing the tiny marble of her clitoris. Instantly, she could feel the surging swell of passion rage up from her loins as her husband began to grunt and groan incessantly. Frantically, she strained her thighs against each other to bring herself up to the very pinnacle of shuddering ecstasy as her husband neared his gushing climax in her clasping throat ... all she needed to set her off screaming was the first sweet drop of his cum!
Jake Ralston raspily grunted down at her. "Ummmfffffff ... yeah, baby, suck it good now ... almost there ... almost!" There was a moment's deathly silence and then, "Aaaaahhhhhhhh ... I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!"
Connie shivered amusedly with a chill of wanton passion as the gush of liquid fire swirled down her velvety throat passage, spurt after spurt of the rich creamy liquid flowing copiously into her receptive belly. His hands knotted in her short teased blonde hair and he moaned again and again as she hungrily gulped every precious drop down her throat; between her legs, she felt a soothing spread of wetness as her own love-juices soaked the crotchband of her panties as her own orgasm, triggered by the pungent taste of hot viscous cum, eased her frantic, urgent passion ... for the moment.
"Honey, did you mean all that about that Melton broad?" Connie was sitting on the floor, her head still between her husband's meaty thighs. Absently, she had performed the ritual of licking his heavy, thick-fleshed cock clean of his orgasm, as she always did when she had sucked him off.
"Sure, why not," he answered, his voice seemingly far away as if something was on his mind. "You gotta' admit she's a sweet looking piece!"
Connie chuckled and gave his rubbery, flaccid cock a teasing lick, like a child with a popsicle. "And what about me? You going to bring her ol' man into this thing too? He's kinda' good-looking, you know. It might be nice getting some college-trained cock. I've had enough of you and your truck-driven' friends."
Jake took a good-natured swipe at the side of her head. "Shit, Connie, you don't ever get enough. But I'll have to think about that Melton kid. He's as straight as an arrow and that wife of his is just as bad. They probably fuck with their clothes on, if they fuck at all. Man, I could sure educate that pussy o'hers in a hurry!"
"I thought you didn't like the kid."
"I don't ... he's just like all the rest of them college boys, thinks he knows everything just 'cause he's read a few books. But I'd overlook that just to get in his wife's pants, yes sir! Man, I'll bet that li'l pussy's so sweet she don't even have to wash it!"
Connie was busily tucking her husband's soft, spongy cock away in his pants; she knew there would be time later for some more of the same. There was always time with Jake. "Well, honey," she purred. "You can have that city girl, but don't forget ol' Connie, all right? I ain't never been fucked by a college boy before and I'd like to see what they teach 'em in those fancy universities." There was an odd grunting noise from her husband and then silence; Connie Ralston tilted her head up and then shrieked in mock ferocity. "You son of a bitch! I should have known!" Jake looked down at her with a greasy grin sprawled across his fleshy face ... in his right hand was a nearly-finished leg of fried chicken.