I knew her the minute she walked through the door, Cynthia Marten, she'd been three years behind me in school, the younger sister of a friend, the year she graduated from eighth grade I was a junior in high school. Even if you work and live in a larger city you have a tendency to stay in touch with what happens back home if you came from a smaller rural area. There are always reasons to venture back home that never seem to leave your way of thinking. My work being seventeen miles from where I grew up made it easy to jump in the car and go see the folks, have a beer with the old bunch at Dilly's, or catch a fish fry at the Catholic Church on Friday night.
Though one may have moved away and now works in the city there are still events that bring you home on weekends, the Memorial Day parade and first tractor pull of the season, the annual Lions Club chicken roast, the Fourth of July parade and celebration with fireworks over the lake, no they weren't big city grade but they were ours. People would line the streets for hours, the different booster clubs and high school groups would hawk their goodies offering popcorn, pop and an assortment of other items. By the time it was dark the air was charged with anticipation as the first rocket flew into the air.
October brought the Fall Festival where most of downtown was cordoned off and filled with street vendors that ranged from locals selling produce and pumpkins to the city crafters selling their homemade trinkets and baubles. As you filtered through you met this one or that group, shared a beer, were made aware of the latest gossip and went on your way. It's how it had always been until the past few years when that sleepy little haven had become a bedroom community for the city people. No one minded them moving to town, it was their insistence on bringing and initiating large city policies they'd come to hate and moved to get away from. In the opinion of the locals, if you wanted that crap you should have stayed in the city.
Having joined the Air Force right out of high school, I ended up being stationed in Southeast Asia where some parts were extremely difficult to get in short order, one of them being replacement motors ranging from five to one hundred fifty horse. Having been trained as an electrician I was fortunate enough to be put in the rewind shop where I learned a trade rewinding and rebuilding motors. You seldom find those shops in the US, but overseas they're common.
Upon discharge I moved back home for a year, then moved to the city to open a shop of my own. It was during that year I learned many things about Cynthia known locally as Cyn, finally realizing during that period of her life her name should have been spelled sin. I knew she'd been a handful when still in middle school, her brother telling me he knew she was no longer a virgin at the age of thirteen. Apparently, her high school years were more of the same, screwing anyone she chose and was willing, including two teachers who lost their jobs and their teaching credentials.
In her senior year she suddenly had a come to Jesus moment when she faced charges of sex with a minor, she had never given a thought that the fifteen year old boy she robbed of his virginity would tell his parents. Being eighteen put her smack dab in the middle of a nasty situation. It being her first offense of any kind old Judge Foster gave her probation for a year, one hundred hours of community service and if she abstained throughout her probationary period she would not have to register as a sexual predator.
Nearing the end of the school year she caught the eye of David Carlsen, a kind church going young man with a quick wit and a head on his shoulders. He was headed to engineering school following graduation, it was over the summer months they finally began dating, by spring of the next year she'd suckered him into believing she'd changed, and they were married. According to the local rumor mill the first year to eighteen months things went well, that is until Sin, er I mean Cyn, got a job at the local clinic as office help. Manning the front desk put her in contact with every swingin dick that walked through the door, I say swingin dick because in Cynthia's eyes that's what they were, just another dick to slip between her legs.
With David at school and Cyn at home working, the petri dish of life became tainted very quickly. It was at the clinic she met Pete Showalter, the new high school administrator, it was like debauchery looking in the mirror, both were of a like mind and had picked up on it immediately. He was receiving treatment for a shoulder injury and was at the clinic twice weekly, by the third week they'd made a connection and were having a glass of wine at his lake lodge. They were naked and rooting around before they had finished their glass of wine.
There sat David four hours away at school while his relatively new bride banged the administrator every opportunity she had. This went on for over four months before her older sister Abby ratted her out. Dave filed right away, the judge ordered mandatory counseling at which time David learned things about his whore he never imagined. She admitted that David was kind and considerate, he was a good lover and actually had a bigger penis than Pete.
When pushed harder by the counselor she said Pete was a man's man and took what he wanted, he didn't ask. Everything she told David she'd never do plus some he'd never even imagined she readily did with Pete. Anal, blow jobs with swallowing, flying to cities on weekends where he'd have her dress like a slut and then fuck his friends. It fell apart when she wouldn't let the gym teacher fuck her at Pete's house, so he and Pete slapped her around and raped her. As they were having a beer in the other room she was able to run out of the house naked, her keys were in the car and she was able to drive away.
She could see headlights well back knowing it was Pete coming after her, the road went into a curve at the highway junction of County O and Fish Trap Road, she veered onto Fish Trap instead of straight ahead. A mile up the road she sat with the lights off as she watched Pete's car fly past onto County O, waiting another minute she left for her sister Abby's. She was naked, bruised, scratched up and looked like hell as Abby answered the door at one thirty in the morning. The female deputy first to arrive took pictures, hair samples, did a field rape kit and took her statement.
Long story short, small town justice was in full play, Pete got a bulldog lawyer from Minneapolis who painted Cynthia as a wanton and willing whore trying to blackmail Pete. The gym teacher lost his credentials and did a year in the county lock up. Pete, the slimy bastard was forced to retire with a severance package of ninety thousand dollars. Once David moved away, Cynthia was once again nothing more in the eyes of the community than a common whore.
I was home on leave nine months before my discharge and had run into her at Dilly's, we exchanged the perfunctory niceties before she walked away. Mother had sent me clippings of all the chaos from the local fish wrap which made me aware of the lion's share of the story. I was ready to call it a night when Cynthia reappeared wondering what I was up to. I could see it coming a mile away.
"Why, you looking to go home with someone? Not sure I want to do that Cyn, how do I know who's cock has already been in there tonight?"
She didn't miss a beat, "Nobodies cock has been in me tonight, after the David and Pete fiasco I couldn't get laid in this town if I paid them. I'm tainted goods don'cha know."
I glared at her not sure whether to be polite or deck the bitch. "You fucked Dave over pretty good, so don't be blaming him, he only wanted to love you."
"Dave was too nice, almost a pussy, he always asked, wouldn't take."
I grabbed her by the pussy and squeezed as I pulled her to me, "You mean like this? Is that what you like, being manhandled?"
"If David would have done what you're doing, I'd have never gone looking for more. How about you Alvin, you in the mood to take me anyway you want me?"
I flipped a ten onto the bar and headed out the back door with Cynthia right behind me. With the door closed I unscrewed the light bulb, pushed her to the other side of the dumpster, spun her, lifted her skirt and literally ripped her panties off. I quickly put on a condom and pushed her forward.
"Hands on the wall, ass out bitch, you'd better be wet, or this will hurt like hell."
Her pussy was sopped, my cock slid in with ease, with a steady rhythm I began fucking her, when she pushed back harder, I decided to change venue's. I pulled my cock out and in one movement pushed against her asshole, there was enough juice from her pussy that I made it in with one thrust. Her head went back as she cried out, I let a huge glop of saliva fall onto my dick and started fucking her hard. She wasn't enjoying it, but in my mind, I didn't care, I was fucking her for Dave. Just as I was getting ready to cum I pulled out, pulled off the condom, grabbed her arm spinning her and came all over her face.
I stood her straight, "That's for fucking Dave over, he didn't deserve a bitch like you."
As I walked away I could hear her crying, I could have cared less. I left a day later and hadn't seen her since. When I returned home after being discharged mom said Cynthia had found the next sucker over in Ashville, an older man with a pile of money. I was able to get a job at the feed mill delivering to farmers in the area, at one of those farms I met a cute twenty year old named Helga. We dated off and on the year before I moved and opened my shop, nothing heavy, lots of necking and some petting. I think I dipped into her panties no more than a few times.
I met her several months later at the mall food court in the city where my shop was located. It was like old home week, she wanted to see my business and apartment, I took her out for pizza and then bowling before she said he needed to head home. We talked on the phone a few times, then one Friday night she showed up at my apartment.
"Hi Al, I'm in town and thought I'd say hi. Got a beer?"
By nights end we'd gone through a six pack, she was fairly buzzed and I didn't want her driving in that state. I called her dad and told him where she was, that I'd put her in the spare room to sleep it off and send her home in the morning. She began to stir a little after ten the next morning, I'd been up for hours and was on my laptop at the dining table. As she walked out of the hallway I was taken aback, she had obviously undressed at some point in the night since all she was wearing was a pull over shirt and bright red panties. The shirt barely covered her tummy, the tight red panties were simply on display.
She looked at me blurting out, "Wow, did I make a fool of myself? You didn't fuck me did you? I need to call my dad, he'll be worried."
"I called your dad last night, he knows where you're at. No ... I didn't fuck you, I can't bring myself to take advantage of an innocent girl who's drunk."
Her face turned red as her anger rose, "I'm not an innocent girl, I've been around. Maybe I was only pretending to be drunk."
"Did you also pretend to puke while I kept your hair out of the water, have me take down your panties so you could pee, dry your puss, then slide them back in place? Was that all pretend? I don't think so. Nice bush by the way."
She went from being angry to being embarrassed. After sniffling and wiping her eyes she finally spoke to me.
