Chapter 7

Saturday found Connie with nothing but time on her hands and, to the best of her knowledge, still grounded. Neither Brian nor Alice had mentioned anything about the girl being free to leave the house. Connie also discovered she was alone for the day, or rather without either of the Hudds underfoot. Brian had to go into his office, and Alice was participating in a bake sale for her lodge.

Before Alice left, she had reminded Connie that the new carpeting was to be installed today. The men were scheduled to arrive at ten, and the young girl had instructions to let them in. All of the furniture had been moved out of the living room the previous night.

Going braless, Connie had slipped into a white shirt, tying the tails below her firm breasts, which left the creamy flesh of her midriff exposed, and a pair of skimpy shorts. She had elected not to wear any panties, so the crotch band of her short-shorts was free to ride in and out of her freshly deflowered cunt. She resented that the carpet was being laid today because with the house all to herself, she would have been able to romp around naked for hours.

That Connie was in heat again was an understatement. Lately, her pussy was calling all of the shots, but with no relief at hand—or rather, her only relief was by hand. It had been three days since she’d sucked and fucked with Jerry in the bathroom. Each afternoon, she arrived home from school to find the mail already delivered. Because the boyish-looking postman was so cute and well-hung, the college freshman was anything but embarrassed by their quickie sexual encounter. She was actually looking forward to enticing the young man out of his uniform again. There were hours when she could do nothing but daydream about his man-sized pecker and the intriguing sheath of foreskin capping his jumbo cockhead.

Brian had attempted to accommodate Connie’s newly awakened desires, but his wife always seemed to be close by whenever he threw a rod. The handsome man managed to change into his pajama bottoms shortly after dinner each night, wearing them low on his hips and with his buttonless fly gapping open. But other than a grope or two in the upstairs hall and a couple of quick sucks behind Alice’s back, Brian’s cock had been as unavailable as Jerry’s.

Connie’s relationship with Paul hadn’t fared much better. It had been limited to holding hands on campus and a few sexy phone calls. The basketball star was as eager as the little freshman to get bare-assed together again and didn’t hesitate to tell her so. But Connie’s being grounded restricted their display of passion to their between-class necking. She had neglected to tell him that she had lost her cherry, knowing that admission would be like cock teasing. She wasn’t a cock teaser anymore than she was a slut. Connie was just a nineteen-year-old who had finally discovered her womanhood. But for the little good it was doing her, she wondered if it had really been worth the effort. She was reduced to finger-fucking her snatch now more than ever.

When Connie let the two workmen in to lay the new carpet, she hardly gave either of them a second thought. One was a burly man in his late twenties, bearded and wearing a gray sweat suit. The other was closer to her own age, tall and lanky and blond. He had on red running shorts, a matching tank top, and beat-up sneakers.

But the carpet-layers had taken stock of the well-stacked little blonde from the moment they entered. They could tell by the way her firm tits bounced freely under her blouse that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and both noted how the meager crotch of her shorts sawed into the moist folds of her tiny cunt. When she sashayed down the staircase to make her way to the kitchen--which she had already done half a dozen times--they could see the silky fleece of her golden bush fringing the legs of her abbreviated shorts with every other stride. Her beaver was poetry in motion, a promise of lustier things to come.

“Now there’s one of the sweetest little cunts I’ve ever caught a peek of,” George, the bearded hunk, observed as soon as Connie was out of hearing range. The sound of the refrigerator door opening came from the kitchen. He’d been thinking about the girl’s snatch since the moment they started laying the carpet, and it was really revving up the starch in his cum-filled balls.