Chapter 3
The little romance building between Mitzi 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 Mitzi 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.
So, on Monday morning, Roper was staring through the windshield with hung-over bloodshot eyes, only half-listening to the loud voices of Mitzi 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 the 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 Mitzi 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 to hell.
"Okay Mason, Mitzi, pile out. Ray, give them that box of elbow joints. Mason, grab that kit of wrenches. You and Mitzi 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 Mitzi 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 Mitzi 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 Mitzi'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," Mitzi 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 door 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," Mitzi 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 Mitzi 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 finally turned 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'!"
"Brrr! At the moment I feel more like Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother," Mitzi 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 out-lined 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.
Mitzi 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-deprived 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. If I 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 Mitzi, 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 Mitzi'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 improvished 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 Oscar. 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, Mitzi 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 she 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, Mitzi'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, Mitzi 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.
"Mitzi...?" 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 Oscar 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 her problems with Ted, Mitzi 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 as 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," Mitzi 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 Oscar 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.
Mitzi 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 tome."
"Baby," Ted suddenly blurted out. "Let me come over and make you feel good. You know how much I like you."
"No!" Mitzi 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 Mitzi'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 wouldbe 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!" Mitzi 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 back into her co-worker's own mouth, at the same time he pressed 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!" Mitzi 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 stronglybuilt man had been pulling the grasping 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 Mitzi 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 penis hardened 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 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 Mitzi'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 Mitzi'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 Mitzi violently reacted 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 Mitzi'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, Oscar's red-haired wife pitched crazily under Ted Mason, and he sensed that, before long, the young girl would be cumming like a cockstarved whore. The way this wild young thing under him was responding to his long hard ham mering thrusts, she must really be starved for sex!
Eagerly, Mitzi 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 charged, 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. Mitzi 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!" Mitzi 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 Mitzi'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 Oscar'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.
"Agggh! 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 started to fuck his painfully expanded cock slowly in and out of her cum-drenched cunt. Finally, he felt what he had hoped for-Mitzi 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, Mitzi moaning out low as she sensed the surprising 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," Mitzi 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 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, Mitzi 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 Mitzi'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. Mitzi 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 second 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 Oscar sat with her at the dinner table that night and asked her about her first day on the job? Mitzi 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 Oscar 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, Mitzi 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 Mitzi 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. Mitzi 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 of it 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 Mitzi, and sex.