Chapter 6
Cindy was fit to be tied by the time another few days had passed.
Don's lovemaking, which had been at least tolerable before she had succumbed to Ray, was now miserably inadequate. Try as she would to force a response, she was unable to do so. Her frantic motions toward the end convinced Don, however, that she was making it, and he was aware only of a certain edginess in her manner.
She wouldn't chase after Ray. So, what was she to do?
The obvious answer was that she should go out and pick up another man.
It wouldn't be difficult, she confidently believed. Strange men regularly gave her warm glances. All she would have to do would be to return one of those looks and that would lead to a lusty session in somebody's bed, if that was what she wanted.
Well, she wanted it.
But she didn't want to think of herself as the sort of woman who went around offering herself. She wasn't certain that she could, in fact. What had happened with Ray had just happened. He had been the aggressive one, and she merely had acquiesced.
Now, if some attractive man were to take it entirely upon himself, as Ray had, to make a play for her, and if all she had to do was say yes-well, yes it would be!
But she couldn't wait for that to happen, if it ever did.
She thought of leaving Don and taking up the life cf a single person, but that frightened her. Anyway, she still had a feeling for her husband. If only...
Those seemed to be the key words in her life these days.
If only...
One morning, when Don was at work, Cindy decided to take a bus ride to the edge of town. Perhaps subconsciously she was hoping she would meet someone, but in her conscious mind the bus ride seemed merely something to do to help her pass a boring day.
The route terminated at a little park. Just on the other side of it, a new subdivision was going in, and lots of men were at work on streets, sewers and underground utility lines. Pipes and other building materials were being hauled in.
She decided to remain at the park only long enough to have a cup of coffee at the outdoor stand there, after which she would take the next bus back.
Truck drivers and workmen, on their break, patronized the stand. Cindy glanced at them. Most of them were burly but many were old enough to be her father. They were dirty and rough. She got an excited little shiver when she thought about going to bed with one of them, but none really appealed to her. Until...
"Hello, honey. What's a pretty girl like you doin' out here all by yourself?"
She turned quickly and found herself staring at a large, blonde-haired fellow in a blue work shirt and jeans. He had prominent white teeth which he showed in a broad grin.
"I ... that is, I just came out on the bus. I'm going right back."
"Well, I didn't figure you flew. Want a sandwich to go with that coffee?" "No. No, thank you."
Her sexual nature stirred. This man was husky and confident. He couldn't have been older than twenty-five, and he seemed fairly clean.
Sipping coffee from a paper cup, he kept watching her over its rim. His gray eyes twinkled and hinted at illicit things.
Well, this was her chance.
Could she seize the opportunity? Was she ready?
A slight shiver went through her.
"What's the matter-you cold?" the fellow asked in his rumbling, deep voice.
"No." She forced a smile as she looked at him shyly. "I don't know why I did that."
He looked at her as if he believed he did know.
"Look, there ain't gonna be another bus back to town for a while. I'm leavin' right now, though. That's my rig over there." He pointed to a large, empty truck parked nearby. "If you'd like a ride..."
His mention of a ride almost made her shiver in anticipation again.
He watched her carefully.
"I'll drop you off wherever you say," he continued. "Well. . . "
He grinned. "Come on. Bring your coffee."
She found herself walking with him toward his truck.
It was a shocking thing to accept a ride from him, knowing, as she did, that he was interested in something more than that. And she believed he knew she was interested in it, also.
She wondered giddily if he could smell that she was in heat.
She got into the truck, her skirt sliding halfway up her stockinged thighs when she sat down. The husky man climbed in beside her and started the engine. She noticed, now that they were in the cab together, a slight perspiration odor emanating from him. Instead of offending her, this offered stimulation.
He backed the truck up, turned it, and headed toward town.
Her nerves began to sing.
"I'm Carl Jorgenson," the fellow said as he glanced at her. "What's your name?" "Cindy." "Just Cindy?"
"Yes." She could hardly speak now, and she didn't look at him squarely.
"Okay. Just Cindy, it is. Where do you live, Cindy?"
"On..." She was about to tell him, but then she caught herself. "Just in town."
"Just Cindy, and she lives just in town," he said thoughtfully. "That don't tell me much. But then, I suppose it's none 'a my business."
She didn't say anything.
"You're married, hunh?" (He had noticed her rings.) "Yes."
"Where's hubby today?"
She kept looking straight ahead, and the thrumming within her grew stronger. "At his office," she said. "Does he know where you are?"
She turned to the man, her eyes flashing. "Do you have to ask all these questions?"
"Nope," he said slowly. "Not at all. I don't have to know a darn thing about you except that you're pretty as a robin on the first day of spring."
"Oh?" She glanced at him again. She hadn't expected him to say something with such a poetic sound.
" 'Course, I ain't ever seen a golden robin." He was looking at her as if he were trying to decide whether the blondeness of her hair was real.
"I suppose I'm more like a canary," she said for want of something better.
"Can you sing?"
"Not very well," she replied with a little laugh. She felt somewhat more at ease now.
"You and your hubby have been havin' a little trouble, right?"
She looked quickly at him. "How did you know?" "I know a bit about people. Has your hubby been steppin' out?"
"No. Why do you ask that?"
" 'Cause sometimes, when a married man steps out and his wife finds out about it, she figures the best thing to do is to beat him at his own game. Know what I mean?" His gray eyes searched her.
She almost lost her nerve. "That isn't the case with Don and me."
"Care to tell me what the trouble is?"
"No. I don't want to talk about it."
There was silence for a few moments as the heavy truck rumbled along. Then Carl asked slowly, "Just what do you want, baby?"
Oh, God! Why did he have to put her on the spot like that?
She said, "I just want a ride home."
She kept looking straight ahead, and she could feel his eyes on her. He knew she was lying, of course.
Well, then, why didn't he do something about it?
He did. And without further questions.
He turned the truck off the main road. They weren't headed toward town any more. They were on a narrow dirt road which cut across an open field.
Cindy tightened up, but her nerves continued to thrum like crazy. Also, she was aware of an embarrassing dampness between her thighs.
Oh, she was a wanton! But this thought didn't intimidate her. She had come this far, and she wasn't about to turn back now.
Carl drove a quarter of a mile off the main road and brought the truck to a stop beside a shack, which appeared to be a headquarters for a construction crew or perhaps a watchman's station. But it seemed deserted now.
"Where are we?" Cindy asked.
"Some place where nobody will bother us," the man replied easily. "But ... what is it?"
"There was some construction goin' on around here a little while ago-a pipeline job. This shack was the field office."
"And you want me to go in there with you?"
He looked at her hard. "Unless you'd rather screw right here in the truck."
She turned beet red immediately. But she didn't panic.
He grinned and said, "Come on. Get out."
He hopped down from the truck and walked around the front of it to help her down from the cab. He embraced her as she stepped down, and she slid along the front of his husky form. His hand slid up the backs of her thighs (outside her clothing) and stopped when it spanned her springy bottom. He pulled her hard against him and kept his hand there, burning through her skirt, slip and pants.
"I don't know why you decided to do this, baby," the man said. "But I ain't askin' any more questions. I'm just gonna take and enjoy it. I hope you enjoy it at the same time."
She didn't say anything. What could she say?
Her silence didn't seem to bother Carl. He led the way into the shack, which was unlocked. She followed, her knees feeling as if they had turned to jelly.
The small, one-room building was bare except for some papers strewn on the floor-newspapers, abandoned business forms of one kind or another, coffee and milk cartons and other small trash. The floor was of rough wood.
Cindy wanted to ask how in the world they were going to have sex in there. She would get splinters in her behind. But she still couldn't say anything.
Carl explained, "I'll take my clothes off and spread them out. You can lie down on them. It won't be so bad."
She almost shuddered, but the urge passed. Now she just looked at him.
He grinned. "You wanta go through with it, don't you?"
She had to say something. She forced herself. "Y-yes."
"That's good. Let's both undress, hunh?"
It was surely the strangest situation she could have imagined for sex. Had she been looking for romance, the surroundings would have been utterly unacceptable. But if she were looking for romance, she wouldn't have let this crude truck driver pick her up, either. What she was looking for he could give her, and he could give it to her right here.
He began to take his clothes off, looking at her all the time. His thick fingers moved down the row of buttons on the front of his shirt, and the shirt flapped open to reveal a barrel chest, covered with wiry blonde hairs.
She would have to undress, too.
Oh, God!
She wasn't sure her arms would work when she ordered them to lift and her hands to reach the fastener at the back of her neck, but they did work, and she got the dress open.
Carl was pulling his shirt out from under the belted top of his jeans. His belly button peeped over the top of the low-riding trousers. His belly was straight and it looked very hard.
Cindy opened her belt. She felt a humming pressure at her ears as her blood raced. She knew that her cheeks were still on fire. The crotch of her panties was damp, and her vagina burned.
Carl watcher her as she bent and hauled up her dress. Her white half slip came part of the way, then dropped back. She took the dress off over her head.
Feeling very embarrassed as she stood in her slip and bra, she looked around for a place to put her dress so that it wouldn't get too dirty.
"Here," Carl said, reaching for it. "There are some hooks on the wall."
Sure enough. There were. With his belt hanging open and the top snapper of his pants undone, he carried the dress to the wall and hung it up.
Cindy hesitated, her hands hovering at her waist.
What was the matter with her? She was here to do it, wasn't she?
Blushing fiercely, she drew her half slip down, exposing her sleek, white nylon briefs. They were opaque, and her pubic hair didn't cast a shadow. White garters traveled from beneath them to grip the tops of her sleek, light-brown stockings.
Carl let his eyes slide over her, then looked downward and bent to pull off his boots.
Cindy turned her back to him, her heart thudding so that she almost feared it would leap out of her chest. She bent and began ungartering her stockings. She would have left them on, except that the rough floor of the shack would have been sure to snag them.
Carl looked up just in time to catch a tantalizing view of her rounded bottom in the skin-tight white briefs as she thrust it toward him.
His penis began to harden.
He quickly opened the fly of his jeans and worked the snug garment down.
Cindy proceeded to pull down her nylons, showing the man an even more tempting view of her ass as she bent farther forward. The panties covered her crotch, hair and all, but they pulled very tight against her pussy, and the nylon creased in her split.
Carl hopped from one foot to the other, pulling his jeans off his legs. His jockey-style briefs were badly out of shape, with his monstrous cock standing up inside them.
As soon as Cindy had removed both stockings, she turned to hand them to Carl, along with the slip which she had been gripping in her hand. Her gaze dropped to his lower front, and she drew in her breath audibly.
With her eyes trained there, Carl grasped the top of his briefs and brought the garment down. His prick fairly leaped at her, and it locked into a fierce erection thick and long and quivering as it pointed at her face. The head of it was huge and bare.
"Well, baby?" he said.
Numbly she held out her stockings and slip. He took them, grinning. He turned to hang them on the wall.
Cindy quivered inwardly from head to toe. This man was a tremendous brute-much bigger sexually than either Don or Ray. And she didn't know him or what he was apt to do. She was entirely at his mercy, out there in that shack.
Fear almost overcame the itching desire which had brought her to this place. If it had, she might have run from the shack and gone scampering across the field in her bra and panties, with garters whipping against her thighs.
And the big blonde Swede might have followed her in the nude, with his monstrous prick bobbing before him like the bowsprit of a storm-tossed schooner.
But that didn't happen. Cindy didn't run. She wanted too strongly to be screwed, so she took a further grip on herself and went ahead with it, in spite of the risks which she could sense in the situation.
Gazing at Carl with eyes which were wide but had become strangely glazed over, she slid down her bra straps and freed first one breast, then the other. The man's eyes burned as he gazed at the luscious tits with their rosy nipples sticking out, already as firm and full as they could get.
Cindy turned her bra, unhooked it, and held it out him.
He took it without taking his eyes from her. He held the bra and waited for her panties.
She hesitated just a moment before proceeding with the next and conclusive step in the disrobing process. Then she gripped the top of her panties resolutely and stripped them down.
Now it was Carl's turn to suck in his breath.
He was gazing at a cunt which was as blonde and beautiful as any he could have hoped to see in Stockholm.
Cindy didn't look at him as she bent quickly, titties shaking, and swept the panties off her legs. Her cheeks were rosier than ever as she straightened up and held the white briefs out to him.
He took them in the same hand which held the bra and continued looking at her.
She removed her garter belt and handed that over.
Now he turned and hung up all the lingerie on a wall hook.
Cindy was shivering, although it wasn't cold in the shack. The day was warm. Little goose bumps rose on her creamy skin.
Carl turned to her again and said, "You're very beautiful."
"Th-thank you."
"Here ... I'll spread out my clothes for you to lie on."
He bent and picked up his jeans and shirt. He quickly spread them out and arranged them on the floor. It would be a poor bed, to be sure, and scant protection. From a standpoint of cleanliness, the floor was hardly worse than his clothes. But the clothes would at least furnish some protection from splinters.
"Go ahead," he said huskily as he straightened up. "Lie down there."
Again fear struck her with such an impact that she almost ran. But again she withstood the urge. She wanted sexual satisfaction more than she wanted safety, and she knew that this huge man could give her wonderful satisfaction-if he would.
She lay down on the floor.
The wood was very hard, and she had to shift her position because of Carl's belt buckle. Then there was something in his pocket which gouged into her tender buttock, and she had to shift again.
He watched until she got comfortable. His cock remained high and throbbing. A pearl of moisture glimmered at its tip.
Cindy propped up her knees and parted them, shoving him the pink, blonde-fringed treasure at the juncture of her satin, creamy thighs. Moisture was oozing out of the split, causing the rosy flesh to gleam deliriously.
Carl gazed at it, then with a little growl in his throat he dropped onto his knees in front of her. He gripped her calves from behind and boosted them onto his shoulders. He bowed his head.
"Ooooooooh!" Cindy cried in ecstatic delight as his eager mouth came into contact with her pussy.
He went at her more hungrily than Ray had and without Ray's tenderness. His lips clamped onto the moist folds of her vulva, spread them and began ravenously to suck. His tongue lapped in and out of her at the same time, and he drank up her honey.
She throbbed so intensely that she felt as if she couldn't contain herself. Her belly bounded against his face, causing his mouth to skid on the slick pussy-flesh. She gripped her own breasts hard and squeezed them as she squealed.
Now Carl quit lapping in her cunt and, with a husky growl, began to lick all over her crotch-up and down along the edges of her cunt, through the straggling hairs, below the cunt and into the little depression of her ass-hole. He licked up every bit of the slick juice which had flowed over her soft, wild-scented crotch.
Then, with Cindy trembling wildly at the brink of completion, he lunged atop her, gripping his cock in his fist and pointing it into her spasming, soft hole. He sank it and, even as open with excitement as she was, the prick crowded her slick vagina as neither Don's nor Ray's ever had. It couldn't go all the way on the initial lunge.
Carl pulled back, then jammed it into her harder.
"Ooooh!" she cried, for it had hurt.
He sank more deeply this time. He withdrew again and came plunging in a third time. She hurt more.
She whined, "Ooh, please...! Please..."
But he paid no attention. He proceeded to screw her vigorously, jamming his huge cock in and out.
The hurt had momentarily held up her surge toward a climax, but her vagina rapidly adapted itself to the massive dimensions of the invader, and she began to derive pleasure from Carl's strokes. She panted, moaned and went to work with him.
His great chest pressed against her, squeezing her upper body against the hard floor. She jammed her eyes tightly closed and gave herself over to the massive throws of pleasure which coincided with Carl's filling plunges, which were going deeper and deeper every time. She sensed that he was stretching the bottom of her passion pocket with that monstrous rod.
His motions weren't like either Don's or Ray's. There was none of the shallow, rabbity quality of Don's attack, but Carl's strokes also lacked the methodical, slowly sensuous character of Ray's. Carl obviously was proceeding from raw emotion rather than method, but he was giving her the satisfaction she needed-if only he would last.
As the big Swede lay sprawled upon her, screwing her with vigor, a second man approached the crude cabin.
His shabby, soiled clothes, whiskered countenance and bedroll marked him as a destitute vagrant. He had dropped off a freight train when it had stopped to deposit a car on a nearby siding. His purpose in cutting across the open field had been to reach the chicken farm on the other side, where he hoped to help himself to a bird. However, the arrival of the truck at the construction shack and the stepping down from it of a man and a woman, which he had observed from a distance, had spurred his curiosity-and more than that.
Hogie McGuire, the ass, hadn't had sex with a woman in more than a year. He had lain with a few fags here and there, but Hogie was heterosexual by nature, and he had regarded the interludes with the fags as hardly better than masturbation.
The sight of the blonde woman entering the abandoned construction shack with the truck driver had aroused in his old head the suspicion that they were there for nookey. And he was encouraged to believe that he might catch a glimpse of some sex going on. In his long-deprived state, that seemed better than nothing. So he crept up to the shack, aiming for the small, open window in the near wall.
He hesitated cautiously for a moment, listening for sounds inside. He heard nothing. Slowly he moved in front of the window.
The sight which met his tired old eyes was sheer delight, and it immediately sent the blood coursing in his veins more briskly than it had in months.
The young blonde woman had her thighs widely spread and was flopping about like a beached flounder while the huge man atop her as pumping away for dear life. His ass was pointed Hogie's way, and the ass could see the man's massive prick sliding in and out between the blonde's pussy lips. Juice oozed out of the soft hole and streamed down the young woman's crotch, trickling over her winking anus.
Hogie's long-dormant prick began to grow in his baggy trousers, stiffening and standing out against the grimy cloth.
Cindy was blind with lust by now. Her whole world was filled with the pump-pump-pumping of Carl's massive cock in her throbbing, elastic hole. She coul'n't see, feel or think of anything else.
She was nearing her reward. Carl was lasting beautifully, and his organ was so thick that it gave her little clit all the firm, steady pressure it needed. Only a few strokes more would take her to heaven.
Outside the window, Hogie had gripped his risen penis through his clothes. He was pumping it. Unsatisfactory as a jack-off might be, when it was accompanied by a sight such as the one he now had spread out before him, it could almost take the place of the real thing. Anyway, Hogie had no choice. He was aroused and there was no hope of getting to the young, spread-legged blonde.
He wheezed as he stroked his dick through his clothes. Lust surged, goaded now by his hand as well as by the delectable sight of the pretty blonde's pussy taking the man's slippery, pumping rod. The thrill went to Hogie's head and momentarily he lost his balance. He bumped against the wall of the flimsy shack, causing a sharp sound and shaking the structure. Cindy's eyes popped open.
When she saw the whiskery, intense face staring in at her, the shock penetrated her erotic euphoria and destroyed the spell. She screamed harshly and hammered at Carl's beefy shoulders.
"Look ... look!" she cried. "The window!"
Carl was almost at the point of climax. Now he stopped stroking and turned his head just in time to catch a glimpse of the peeper before Hogie sidled out of sight. Responding automatically to the shock, Carl pulled his rod out of Cindy's quim, and at just that moment he came, splattering his thick, white come all over her belly, breasts and up as high as her neck.
He cursed and Cindy wailed, because it appeared now that she would be left dangling.
Running around without his clothes on was one of the last things Carl ordinarily would have done, but now he was so enraged over having missed the full splendor of a climax in Cindy's belly that he sprang to his feet and lunged to the door of the shack, flinging it open and racing outside.
The ass, who also had been robbed of fulfillment and was in a painfully hung-up state, lurched away from the cabin, running as best he could with his swollen rod pressing against the inside of his pants. Yelling an obscenity, Carl took after him.
In the cabin, Cindy sat up and held her hand against her face. God! Oh, God, what had she sunk to, letting herself be put in a situation like this?
She would have to get dressed and get out of there. Now!
She jumped to her feet and, though her vagina was' burning with unquenched lust, she rushed to the wall where her clothing hung.
The globs of semen, which Carl had splattered onto her, were sliding down her front. God, she couldn't get into her clothes like that! As she held her lingerie in her hand, she decided to use her pants as a cloth to wipe up the spilled come. She began to swab the front of her body.
Suddenly through the doorway of the shack came the bewhiskered ass and right behind him, holding the peeper's arm twisted against his back, was Carl.
Carl was usually quite civilized and agreeable-not the sort who would wish to hurt anyone-but he was suffering under extreme provocation now. He had been deprived of a sweet pleasure, and he blamed, irrationally perhaps, both the ass and Cindy. If the transient hadn't showed up, there would have been no problem, but if Cindy hadn't screamed with alarm and destroyed the mood he had built with her, he would have come in her body.
Now he wanted to pay them both back and to salvage a measure of grim satisfaction. He didn't care any more about Cindy than he did about the ass. She was a ass in her own way-just a cheap slut. She deserved whatever might happen to her.
Cindy squealed now and clutched her panties against her loins, while she sought to hide her bosom with the clothing in her other hand.
"Don't let him in here!" she cried.
"Why not? He wanted to see something. Let him get a good look!"
"Lady, I didn't mean nothin', " the ass blubbered at Cindy. "Tell him to let me go. I won't bother you any more. I promise."
"Be careful what you promise, crud," Carl warned, and gave the ass a shove.
The man fell sprawling in the center of the floor.
Cindy gasped and continued to hold her clothes tightly against her body as she gazed helplessly at Carl.
"Get down where you were before," he told her. "Noooh! Oh, Carl, you can't mean that!" "I do," he grated. "Get down there with that bastard!"
She couldn't fathom why he would ask her to do such a thing.
"You're joking," she said foolishly. "Please get him out of here!"
"I ain't joking. Get down there with him before I throw you down!"
The ass, on hands and knees, looked up at them. He didn't know what to make of this, but the prospect of getting to screw the luscious blonde was so exciting that he wasn't about to ask questions, even if the big guy knocked his block off afterwards. At least, he would die happy!
Cindy was frozen with shock.
Carl grasped her by the arm and swung her toward the ass. She lost her balance and fell to her knees on Carl's clothing.
As the beautiful creature dropped beside him, her luscious tits bobbing and her golden loins exposed, Hogie sprang into action. He helped to flatten her on the hard bed and began to scramble atop her.
Cindy couldn't believe what was happening. She looked up at Carl, still clinging to the vain hope that this was some kind of sick joke and that he would reprieve her at the last moment. But he didn't. The giant just stood there with his arms folded across his brawny ' chest, his naked sex dangling, and smiled grimly down at her.
Hogie clawed at the front of his trousers and let out his aroused organ. Unclean as it was, it smelled strongly. He pointed it toward Cindy's wetly-gaping cunt, breached the soft portal, and sank his pecker all the way into her thrilling warmth.
She gasped.
Hogie grinned down at her and began to screw.
Cindy let her eyes fall closed. She was mortified. But, as Hogie stroked, she responded in spite of herself. His penis wasn't the equal of Carl's, either in size or in the vigor with which he applied it, but it rubbed her sufficiently well to catch her up in the excitement.
She opened her eyes once more, looking past the foul-smelling, grimacing tramp at Carl, who regarded the action with bemused detachment, now that it was under way. He had wanted it to happen-it had seemed fitting. But now that the filthy tramp was actually taking the sweet, young blonde, he wasn't sure whether he liked it.
Hogie had no such doubt. He was in hobo heaven as he slid his happy cock up and down, in and out, of the lovely woman's warm, slick cunt. He grunted and moved with increasing tempo.
Cindy, gazing at Carl, moved against Hogie's screwing thrusts. Somehow Carl was a part of the act. His watching had turned what would otherwise have been a mostly repulsive experience into something that was exciting in a strange, new way.
She kept gazing at the big blonde man, and she moved harder and harder against the front of Hogie's pants, sheathing his plunging penis again and again. He began to wheeze. He moved as fast as he could. Cindy's eyes burned into Carl's as the hobo came and began to eject his load of cream into her. Cindy came, too, spasming around his twitching prick, bumping and blinking but reopening her eyes to gaze at Carl.
The ass got up, looking shamefaced now. But he was happy. He pulled his clothes together.
"Get out of here," Carl growled at him while continuing to look at Cindy.
The ass obeyed.
"He made you come," Carl said to Cindy.
"Yes." She thought that she should have said, "You made me come," because that was closer to the truth. But she kept her secret.
"Get dressed," Carl said and turned away.