Chapter 1
Connie Minor was grinding her pelvis hard, bucking up into Shelby's hairy belly.
The big man was panting now, covered with sweat. Their breathing could be heard all over the little trailer.
He pushed her legs back, pressing her knees firmly against her large breasts. She could feel him completely filling her. It was the greatest time they'd had together in months.
Connie reached around and grabbed her husband's rock-like buttocks, urging him to penetrate even deeper.
"Do it! Do it, baby!" she moaned.
Shelby redoubled his efforts, driving his thick shaft against her back wall. He pulled out until only the head of his cock was still buried beneath the gripping, clutching lips, and then he slammed in again, making the little bed shake and squeak.
"Oh! Oh, God!" she moaned, wanting him to fuck with even more fury. When Shelby had her in his power, there was no feeling on earth to equal it.
She dug her nails into his buttocks, while her eyes stared straight into his.
"Ball me harder, baby! As hard as you can! Tear me open!"
He began to drive into her with such force that she almost begged him to stop. But she didn't. She continued to urge him on, taking the battering with no complaint. She'd asked for it, and she wasn't going to chicken out. Not even if her pussy got bruised and sore. It would give her something to touch and remember with on all the long nights when she would be alone.
Shelby hammered away for a few more strokes. "I can't keep that up, Sugar," his voice panted breathlessly. "I'll shoot if I keep that up!"
Connie threw her arms around his broad back and pulled their bodies closer.
"Then slow down, baby," she purred. "I want to make it last. It isn't this good enough of the time." She lowered her legs, still making sure he was seated firmly in the saddle. Shelby began to move in and out slowly, still penetrating as far as he could, and giving his cock an extra push when he was all the way inside.
He started kissing her then, and she wound her fingers through his thick, sandy-colored hair. Her tongue shot out to meet his and they explored each other's mouths. His beard was rough against her chin and face, but she didn't mind. He could have used sandpaper on her, as long as she could hold him close to her forever.
Connie loved her husband with a passion that was almost desperate. In their ten years of marriage she had followed the burly construction worker from one temporary residence to another, trying her best to make a home for them, never complaining.
Only when he was away for long periods of time did her life become hollow and scary. like lately.
She held him even tighter now, as he continued his long, slow grinds inside her. She hoped he'd never finish, never pull away from her arms.
Shelby grabbed her breasts roughly. He yanked his mouth away from hers and began to run his tongue over each of the beautiful mounds, paying particular respect to the diamond-hard nipples. He slipped the firm little buds between his lips, then let his teeth bite them gently, at the same time swirling his tongue over the ends until Connie almost cried out in her pleasure and excitement.
She grabbed large handfuls of his hair and held his head to her tits as tightly as she could.
"Eat me up, baby! Eat me all up!" she moaned, repeating the words over and over.
Then she felt his cock begin to hammer hard again, plowing into her cunt with the same force that she had recently asked him to use, driving and slamming and battering her until her head was shoved against the backboard of the little bed and he had no place else to push her.
"Aaaaaeeee!" he groaned.
She began to buck hard against him once more. She grabbed his buttocks again and dug her nails in, neither of them caring if she broke the skin. Her climax was rising up to meet his, and in a moment she knew they would both be soaring, riding their orgasms clear out of the universe.
With a little luck, she thought, as she humped as fast as she could to meet his every jab, he won't pull out this time. This time we might make a baby!
"COME IN ME!" she hollered as she felt her loins turning into hot lava. She had almost screamed the words against his ear.
"NO!" he grunted back, loudly.
"I took a pill!" she said, her voice coming in choking little sobs now. "Liar!" he grunted back. "Oh, please!"
"Shit no!" he gasped, finding it more and more difficult to talk with his heart racing out of control. "Ahhhh!"
She knew that the moment had come, and once more she'd lost.
Shelby yanked his cock out of her wildly clutching pussy and aimed it at her stomach. The first splashes of his hot lead hit her all the way up to her breasts. One hot jet flew onto her chin and began to dribble down her neck. She was almost screaming her sobs at him, and he quickly rammed his hand into her box and began to massage her with piston-like speed. Her thighs closed tightly around his hand and she rode out her climax.
"OH! OH! OH! AHHHHHH!"
He continued to massage the woman until her trembling stopped. She was still sobbing and speaking little incoherent words in the dark bedroom of the trailer, and he pressed her face into his shoulder and kissed her hair, murmuring, "There, there, there. That's my good girl. That's my good girl." He slowly rocked her back and forth in his arms until her crying stopped completely.
When she finally sank into the pillows, he looked down and saw the sticky mess he'd created.
"I'll get something to clean up with."
"Never mind," she answered, looking away from him. "I'm going to shower."
"I'll just be a minute then."
She waited until he finished washing at the sink. Then she left the bed and showered while he dressed.
By the time she had dried and slipped into a housecoat he was making coffee in the tiny kitchen. They passed each other several times in the cramped quarters without speaking. Neither of them felt inclined to enter into the age-old argument, but both knew that it would happen before he left to drive to the construction site.
"When will you be back?" she said, finally, as she poured both of them coffee and placed the cups on the table in front of the living-room sofa.
He gave a rueful little snort. She knew as well as he, did when he'd be back.
"Can't you ever come back during the week?" she asked, not waiting for an answer to her first question.
"Jesus Christ, sugar, you know I'm working over a hundred miles from here!" He tried to keep the annoyance he was feeling out of his voice, but it was no use.
"Well, why can't I come up there then?"
"What, and sleep in the car? I told you, all there is out there is a kind of barracks for the men who are building the bridge. This is the closest community! There isn't even a lousy motel!"
"All right, all right," she said, "don't get in a huff."
"I can't help it," he said. "You keep hammering away at the same thing. Half the time you have me feeling guilty or something. If I didn't work so far away I'd be home every night, you know that."
"I know you say that. But I haven't spent one whole week at a time with you since we got married."
"Well," he replied, sipping the scalding liquid from his cup, "you were warned about marrying a hard-hat."
"I should have been warned about marrying a stubborn mule!" She was immediately sorry she'd said it.
"And just what does that mean?" Shelby asked, putting down his cup and staring at her, his gray-blue eyes becoming cold.
Connie quickly lit a cigarette. It was her standard dodge when she needed time to think.
"ANSWER ME!"
She looked at him and blew smoke slowly through her nose.
"Don't scream at me. I am not hard of hearing."
Shelby got up from the sofa and paced into the kitchen and back. He stood by her chair and roared down at her.
"Why the fuck can't I just once--just once--go to work without this goddamned argument? I'm fucking sick of it, do you hear? Fucking sick of it!"
"Who said anything about an argument?" Connie replied calmly, continuing to smoke her cigarette.
He laughed sourly.
"Don't try that little game with me again! You get this thing going every Sunday night, and then you pretend I'm the one who started it! Well, now that we're just about at each other's throats, lets have the rest of it! Let's bat the unborn kid back and forth like a tennis ball, then let's have the tears and the screaming and the throwing things! Go ahead! You probably enjoy it!"
Connie crushed out her cigarette angrily.
"Oh, I enjoy it, do I?" she asked, her voice becoming as angry as his now. "That's very interesting. I find it very, very interesting that you should thing I enjoy fighting about something as important as a baby!"
"You don't have to fight about it ever!" he answered, still looming over her. "Just act like an adult and forget the whole thing, and there won't be any more fights! There won't be anything to fight about!"
She jumped to her feet and stood facing him, holding her ground.
"Not on your life!" she almost spat. "I'll push this subject until it's up to your neck and you choke on it!"
"Oh, for God's sake!"
"Don't you 'oh, for God's sake' me! You told me to act like an adult. Do you realize that I'm thirty-five years old? Do you think I'm not aware of that fact every minute of every day? And do you know something else, Mr. Mule Head? In just a few more years I'll be too old to have a child! Yes! Oh, I know that doesn't mean a thing to a big strong male INFANT! You can knock women up till you're in your seventies, probably. But women have to do their thing by a certain age!"
"Then why don't you contact a stud service?"
"Maybe I'll just do that!" she said, brushing past him.
He caught her roughly by the arm and swung her around.
"Listen," he said, forcing her back into the chair. "Don't you think I want kids too? Don't you think I want a house and a front lawn, and everything that goes with it? For Christ's sake, Connie, why can't you even try to understand?"
"BULLSHIT!" she screamed back at him. "If you wanted those things we'd have them! You won't give me a child because you're afraid of responsibility! That's why we live in a trailer park instead of having our own house!"
He made an effort to control his temper. When he spoke, his voice had softened.
"Look, sugar, we're both upset. Let's not say a lot of things we'll be sorry for later."
She didn't answer him. She continued to sit, staring straight ahead. After a few moments he put his wind breaker jacket on, grabbed the overnight bag that he'd been carrying back and forth on his weekend visits to the trailer, and quickly gulped the rest of his coffee.
"Gotta go."
When she didn't answer or look at him he started for the door. Suddenly, Connie jumped up and rushed to him before he had a chance to leave. She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a long, hot kiss.
"Drive carefully, darling," she said, hugging him even more tightly. He held his bag in one hand and squeezed her back with the other. He could feel her breasts pressing hard against his chest, and he wished he could stay a while longer.
Finally, she let go of him. Her eyes were becoming misty, and he knew that she was on the verge of tears.
"Don't worry about my driving," he said, smiling. "Be a good girl until next week."
She smiled back, and then looked away.
"You'd better hurry, or you will have to drive fast."
"Check." He gave her another kiss, a light peck on the nose, and was gone.
Connie leaned against the door until she heard his car pull away from the house, then her tears started. Her cheeks were streaming. She almost stumbled into the bathroom to wash her face.
A pair of his discarded brief shorts were lying on the floor in a corner, carelessly thrown there when he showered.
"Slob!" she hollered at them. "Goddamned slob!"
Her face still wet from the tap water, she bent down and picked them up. Then, without realizing what she was doing, she began to dry her face with the cotton briefs.
She walked back to the bedroom, got into bed, and continued to inhale Shelby's masculine odors through the white material. Within seconds, she was asleep.