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I planned and plotted the seduction of Jenny McDonald from the first day we
began remodeling her kitchen and bath. She worked alongside my partner and I
as an unpaid helper to reduce the cost, a sort of a do-it-yourself with
professional help project. I had to have her and knock her up. I knew when
she used tampons. I knew when to strike. Poor thing didn't have a clue that
she never stood a chance. The first rule is never let the prey know they are
being stalked.

Jenny, half my age and married only six years, felt completely at ease with
me, a happily married man with six kids and ten grand kids. Red hardly gave
her the time of day. He didn't care for this bullshit arrangement that
dragged a one week job into a two month pain in the ass with very little
profit to show for the effort. The McDonald job soon became my project. He'd
only show up if I needed another man. He knew I just wanted to add another
notch on my tool belt, and he thought it was sick to want to knock up
another man's wife. He was still sore about me knocking up his wife - twice.
Other than that, we got along great and made a good business team.

Jenny was by far the finest piece of ass I had yet had in my sights, and the
setup was perfect. I took my time with this one. No way would this one
wiggle free and get away.
She had a body that you'd find in a Penthouse foldout with the personality
and character of a kindergarten teacher. She wore her long brown hair in a
pony tail for working and never bothered with makeup. I met with her once to
go over a change of plans. She was on her way out to a semi-formal dinner.
Good god almighty, what a gorgeous woman. Breath-taking. Absolutely fucking
stunning.

Jenny was a college girl who married well and could afford to piddle around
her spacious home making it even more spacious. She exercised often and was
proud of the muscle she could make. She could hold up her end of a three
quarter inch sheet of particle board, and knew how to lift using her back
and legs. She liked holding up her end and receiving praise for doing
something very well. Learning something new thrilled her. Being praised for
something other than her big tits, fine ass, or great legs thrilled her. She
knew she was drop-dead gorgeous and built. She didn't need to keep hearing
about it.

After working with her for over a month, she felt comfortable enough to wear
shorts and a T-shirt with no bra. Since the area we worked in was sealed off
from the home's air conditioning, restrictive clothing became very
uncomfortable, and bits of concrete and plaster getting inside a bra can be
like a rock in a shoe. I never showed the slightest interest, so she
gradually dressed for comfort and practicality right at the time of the
month when she shouldn't. When you plan your work and work your plan, those
things come together.

Part of the plan was to drive Jenny nuts by ignoring her body. She had
rarely worked so closely with a hetero male who didn't try to steel peeks.
She never saw me look up the loose leg of her shorts, down a top while
leaning over, or in through sleeves. A week before I moved in for the kill,
she began dressing to test me. Each day, her test became harder and harder
to ignore.

Three days before D-Day, her work uniform became loose and baggy shorts, no
panties, and a shaved pussy. Her top was her husband's T-shirt cropped just
below her breasts, cut down to the upper swells, with the sleeves cut off.
She wore this absurd outfit with construction boots and white socks. She
was, in effect, naked. In almost any position except standing head-on facing
me, she showed intimate flesh and I ignore all of it until she went up a
ladder that I held, then leaned out with her right leg thrust out as a
counter weight, giving me a shot straight to her cunt, one I could not
ignore.

In response, I calmly and dispassionately said, "I see you shave your
vagina. I try to get my wife to shave, but she says the itching drives her
mad. Is there some secret you know that she doesn't?"

She brought her leg back and looked down, seeing a face unaffected by what
it saw, most puzzling. She said, "The trick is to shave daily. If you let
the hair grow, even a little, it'll itch."

"That's her problem then. She'll shave her legs once a week, but she
wouldn't shave them at all if it weren't for me. No way would she shave
everyday."

She turned about to face out on the ladder which allowed me a good view up
both leg holes, the hem being six inches above my eye level. I didn't accept
the not-so-subtle offer to have a look. I looked over her smooth legs
instead while she said, "It is a bit of a hassle, but it beats itching, and
a lady can't very well scratch there without drawing attention to herself."

I brought my eyes up, straight up to her face without pausing as I'm sure
she expected, saying, "I suppose. Now that I think of it, you're legs are
always smooth. Do you shave them daily, too?"

"No, I'd say every third day. Legs never itch. The vagina demands daily
attention or it gets angry." Again, I looked her legs over, then straight
back to her face when she said, "Are you a leg man, Jack?"

"A leg man?"

"Yes, you know, there are leg men, breast men, fanny men. I have been trying
to figure out what you are. Until now, you didn't fit any category."

"Legs are okay, I guess. You have a nice set. I guess I'm just one who can't
decide; besides, when you're married, you get the whole package. You need to
get back to your spackling. That big crack needs another going over before
it sets."

"Yes Sir! Right away, Sir." After turning and throwing her leg back out, she
said, "Speaking of big cracks, don't look at mine. Whatever you do, don't
spackle it...Oh jeez, I can't believe I said that. Jack, I am so sorry."

"Relax. This is a construction site. I'm not a preacher, I'm a contractor
with thirty-two years on construction sites. When you come up with a good
one like that, you're supposed to throw in some gratuitous profanity."

"That was a good one, was it?"

"Yes, very good, but it violated the profanity rule."

"How should I have put that?"

"Well, let's see...You could have said, 'Speaking of big cracks, don't look
at my cunt. Whatever you do, don't spackle the fucker."

She laughed hard and had to set her spackle board and putty knife down to
grip the top of the ladder, saying, "That sounds like construction site
talk. Would you believe I have never referred to the vagina as a cunt and
the only time I ever say the word fucker is if I'm driving alone and one
cuts me off. My husband has never heard me say fuck, fucker, fucking, fuck
me, fuck this, fuck that, mother fucker or a few dozen other construction
site words that I know quite well."

"That's because he doesn't work on a site with you."

"You got that strait. That fucker wouldn't get his hands dirty for fear it
might contaminate his cock. A fucking splinter would kill him, the pussy.
Jeez, listen to me. I talk like a drunk sailor, now."

That lady sure loved to talk filth. From the time she began flexing her
dirty words I was looking up the leg opening, and that magnificent cunt
blossomed with every word. She could see me staring at her cunt as I said,
"Don't worry. You'll work your way up to full fledged construction worker in
time. Just keep practicing."

Again she laughed and did her turn about on the ladder to look straight down
her front at me. I looked up past the undersides of her breasts as she said,
"God, Jack, you are so easy to talk to and work with. I feel so comfortable
around you. Here I am saying anything I feel like saying, discussing my
vagina...my cunt, and I may as well be doing it in the nude for all the good
these shorts and this dumb T-shirt do. What is there about you, or is it the
work?"

"Well, I raised five daughters that were the same way. They all helped out
on sites at one time or another. That might have corrupted them, but I think
they just felt at ease and unthreatened by me. There wasn't a one that
wouldn't plop down naked in my lap, play with her pussy, and tell me about
some guy she wanted to fuck. They'd even ask me how to go about it, as if I
knew."

"That's incredible, but I can see a girl doing that with you. I feel totally
at ease with you, and I'll tell you something. I have been sorely tempted to
come out prepared to go to work wearing nothing but my boots - puss 'n
boots."

"Good one, Jenny, but don't you even think about actually doing that."

"Oh? Why not? Would I be in any danger?"

"Ask my daughters."

"Jack, you rascal. You didn't...did you? Did you fuck your own daughters?"

"I ain't tellin', but if I did, they had it coming, wouldn't you agree?"

"I would say they were asking for it."

"Yes, and you'd be asking for it, too."

"But I'm not asking for it in this get-up?"

"Maybe you are, maybe you're not. I figure you wear what you wear to work in
comfort."

"Don't you think this is over doing it a bit?"

"I try not to think about it. You're a classy lady married to a great
looking man who makes damn good money. You appear to be very happily
married. An old fart like me would have to assume you are dressing for
comfort."

"You are not an old fart, Jack. You are a very attractive man, strong and
virile. True, John is handsome and makes a good living. That does not mean
he's a good fuck, or that he has a good cock. To be happily married, a woman
also needs to be happy in the bedroom."

"And you're not?"

"I'm not telling. He might be a great fuck endowed with a great cock. You
shouldn't assume anything, Jack. I may be dressing this way for comfort. I
may be asking for it. Maybe it's a little of both."

"You missed a spot, there in the corner."

"Change the subject. Getting too hot for you, Jack, or did you just want to
get another good long look at my cunt to see if it got any wetter."

"Now, you're asking for it. Get the spot, Jenny."

She shrugged, turned, gathered a wad of spackle on her knife, reached out
and hit the spot saying, "Get the spot, Jenny. Spackle that crack, Jenny.
Fuck me, Jack."

"I've done you enough favors. Fuck yourself."

That floored her. She stopped hitting the spot and simply braced herself on
the wall, saying in exasperation, "Do me a favor! Fuck myself? Did you just
tell me to fuck myself?"

"Yes."

"No man has ever told me to fuck myself. You must be one hell of a fuck,
mister, or are you using reverse psychology on me?"

"I don't know squat about psychology, but I do know spackling, and you need
to hit that spot and get your head out from between your legs. What you need
is a god damn vibrator or a horny dog."

"WHAT! You fucker! A dog? Me? You think I can't get laid without resorting
to a dog?"

"Not if we're going to keep to the job schedule. You need a handy fuck. It's
time we took a break. Why don't you go masturbate while I have a smoke."

That got her. She came down the ladder, got face to face with me, and said,
"I'll do that. I'm leaving the bedroom door wide open. Watch if you want,
but you're not getting any."

"You have ten minutes. Don't waste time looking for me. I've seen it before
and I've seen everything you have. I can put the two together in my mind,
but I need to figure a routing plan for the vent stack." I turned her and
smacked her butt, saying while impelling her forward, "Go on. Get going. I
want you back here ready to work in ten minutes, no more."

She left in a stupor, and I collapsed in a hard sweat. That was rough, but
she wasn't quite perfectly ready. In most situations, I would have gone for
it and followed her to the bedroom. Chances are we'd have fucked, but that
may have been the last and two more days would be the optimum time should
one do it for her. She was intrigued by a man who didn't chase her or show
interest in fucking her. There was also the possibility that she'd turn when
I turned typical man. She wasn't the cheating type, but she did get horny
and she did get curious. I'm good, but not that good. I win because I know
that good sex is ninety percent mental, and a good part of that is
anticipation and foreplay. We had begun the foreplay, and we had two more
days of it.

She returned late, just as I expected. She wanted me to come get her. She
found me hard at work. With her itch temporarily scratched, we got into some
serious destruction, messy sweaty stuff that covered us both in caked dust.
We looked a sight. We felt anything but sexual. We plopped down exhausted at
quitting time. She would have to begin cleaning up soon. All I had on was
shorts. We sat shoulder to shoulder, sharing sweaty body heat. She fanned
her face with her top, giving me full top views of both caked breasts. Only
the nipples were clean from rubbing against the inside of the T-shirt. We
were both looking at them after she stopped fanning and just held the loose
top out.

I said, "You'd better get those titties washed off before that hardens."

"I'd have a permanent bra with the nipples poking out. I've never seen my
titties look like this. I really have nice titties, Jack, honest I do."

"I've seen them - top, bottom, and from both sides. They're not bad."

"Not bad my ass. I have great tits, fantastic tits. Men drool over my tits.
Why are you fucking with my head? Why aren't you fucking my tits, or at
least trying?"

"For one, I'm too tired."

"And two?"

"Those tits don't belong to me."

"Your wife's tits don't belong to you either. Don't you ever cheat on your
wife, or do you only screw daughters?"

"I cheat all the time. How about you?"

"I haven't yet. Does your wife know you cheat?"

"Yeah, she knows."

"Then why don't you want to cheat with me. No bullshit, Jack. What is it?
Am I too young, too beautiful, too intimidating. Are you afraid you won't be
able to get it up, or keep it up, or satisfy me? Don't tell me I'm not good
enough. I want the truth, Jack."

"I'd love to fuck you, Jenny, but we have a job to do. Mixing business and
pleasure is bad business. After the job, if you still want to fuck, I'll
stop by and fuck you. I'll satisfy you, too. I have a cock that never fails
me or the women I fuck. If you like your cocks larger than average, you'll
love Brutus."

"Show me Brutus. I want to see your cock."

"No, that'll just make things worse."

"I let you see my cunt. I've been showing you my cunt all day. Would you
like to see it all?" She lifted her ass and shucked she shorts all the way
to her ankles, then sat in a frog spread looking at one crusty, caked,
cruddy crack between her legs, saying, "Shit! I'm sorry I did that. Here,
wait a sec." She grabbed our water jug and poured water over her loins,
quickly washing away all the crud, leaving a gorgeous, sparkling clean,
hairless cunt for us to look at. She was damn proud of this cunt and beamed,
"There, that's what she looks like, bald as a baby's butt - prime, grade-A,
All American pussy. Now, show me your cock."

"No."

She reached. I blocked. She kept trying, saying, "Damnit, Jack, I just want
to see it!"

"I know you do, but that will make things worse."

"I won't touch it. I just want a look."

"No."

"Let me see your cock and I'll suck on it."

"Every woman that sees it wants to suck it."

"I'll suck till you cum."

"No shit!"

"I've never done that for anyone."

"Me neither."

"Jack, let me see it. Jackoff in my face if you want. Stand up and piss on
me, but let me see Brutus."

I struggled to stand, then stood over her. I reached for my fly and she
said, "Jack, I was just kidding." I moved my hand away from my fly. "All
right. Piss on me, then."

"I was kidding. I'd better be going, Jenny."

"JACK!"

"Jenny, no! After the job, if you're still interested, we'll discuss it."

"Damn you, Jack! There's nothing to discuss. I never said I'd fuck you, or
that I wanted to fuck you, or that I would ever cheat. I just want
to...I...I don't know what I want. Help me up."

I helped her up, then pulled her shorts up for her. I gave her a fatherly
hug and said, "Look, I understand more than you think. I'm not playing games
with you. I like you and don't want to complicate our relationship any more
than it already is. You're fun to be with, a ball to work with, and I'll
miss you very much. Two cheaters always turn away from each other unless
they become lovers. I don't want a lover and I don't think you do either, so
we shouldn't cheat with each other."

"But, I want to."

"You do and you don't."

"I know. I'm mixed up."

"But I'm not."

"This is going to get worse, Jack."

"No it won't."

"Yes it will. I can feel your cock. It is a big one, real big. I like them
big. John has a little one, and he doesn't know how to use it, and I'm not
happy in the bedroom, and I'm asking for it. Tomorrow, you are working with
puss 'n boots."

"If I see puss 'n boots, I'll turn around and go home."

"Can I at least work topless?"

"You may as well. That thing is hardly a top."

"Goody! Rip it off me. I wanna show my jugs."

I ripped it off her, then picked up the water jug and uncrusted them, making
her giggle. I had to see that sight before leaving. What a set of jugs. Her
long nipples looked fantastic, puckered, tight, arching from the cooling
water. Shit, I had to see puss 'n boots before leaving, so I took her shorts
and dragged them to her feet. She stepped free, giggling, then struck a
pose, saying, "Are you sure you wouldn't rather work with this?" She turned
slowly so I could see front and back with her arms held high. She came to
rest in a wide stance, bringing one hand into her crotch to play with her
pussy while saying, "I'll be horny all day if you work me like this. I'll do
all the ladder work."

I gathered my things so she wouldn't see how hard Brutus was getting. Fuck,
puss 'n boots could be my undoing. I stopped at the door to say, "Topless,
Jenny. We'd never get anything done if you stayed horny all day. See you
tomorrow."

As the door closed behind me I heard her wail, "JACK! Brutus...come back..."

That was close. I came to her house the following day to find a note pinned
to the front door. All it said was, "I need time to think and sort. Sorry."
Her car was gone, so I left.

That was bad but could be good. I couldn't get through another day. I
figured she'd think and sort and back off, but tomorrow was D-day. As long
as she didn't back off too far, I'd be all right.

She backed off two weeks, returning to her shorts with panties, T-shirt and
bra uniform. She met me at the door and said, "I'm sorry I bailed on you
yesterday, but I had to get away at the last minute. You were right, and
this was all my fault. I don't know what came over me. I'm not like that,
Jack, honestly. I never talked that way or acted that way in my life. I can
imagine what you must think."

I brushed past saying, "I thought you got horny. It happens. It happens to
men, women, boys, girls, dogs, cats, rats, bats. It happens to me sometimes.
Forget it."

She was on my heels, saying, "Forget it! How can we forget it? Don't you
remember what happened, what almost happened. You saw me naked, naked and
playing with my...my vagina. You can forget that?"

I dropped my gear, turned quickly and pinned her to the wall, holding her by
the shoulders as I said, "No, I can not forget the most erotic image I have
ever seen in my entire fucking life. That image hasn't left my mind for one
waking moment, and it was your cunt you were playing with. This is a
construction site, and you will conduct yourself accordingly - understood?"

She nodded. She looked stunned and frightened, off balance. I shook my head
as though to clear the cob webs, eased off on the pressure, then slid my
hands softly down both arms saying, "I'm sorry, Jenny. I guess I'm a little
on edge. Please, don't ever be frightened of me. I have never raised a
finger against a woman in my life. A simple no is all it ever takes to stop
me cold - not three or ten, just one. I hope I never see that look in your
beautiful eyes again."

I melted her. She stopped me from going away by using both hands to capture
my face. When she had me back, she said, "You don't frighten me, Jack. You
startled me, yes. I feel totally responsible for you being on edge today. If
you'd like, we can take another day off, maybe pick up on Monday and make it
a four day weekend."

"No, we need to get this part done as quickly as possible. We can't leave
your house open and unsecured that much longer."

"I appreciate your dedication, but it has been this way for three weeks and
I haven't been raped even once. Four more days can't hurt, and day four may
be the charm."

She was just being cute. Brutus was rock hard and she hadn't felt a rock
hard Brutus, yet. I moved in tight to press Brutus into her lower abdomen
while saying, "If you keep talking like that, you'll be sealing a rapist
in."

I lit her vaginal fire in a hurry. She had that same look, the puss 'n boots
look as she said, "Were you serious about me remembering that this is a
construction site?"

"Yes, very."

"In that case, your fucking great big cock is making my horny cunt wet and
gooey."

"I want your cunt wet and gooey. If I have to work with a mother fucking
hardon all day, you're going to work with a gooey twat."

"Puss 'n boots would keep my twat wet and gooey all day."

"Then get that way and stay that way."

While removing the T-shirt, she said, "All right. Why don't you work naked
in boots, too?"

"I might. If I do, saying no may not work."

While removing her bra, she said, "If you do, I may not try saying no. I
certainly wouldn't expect you to take no for an answer."

"I doubt I'd care. I have never raped a woman before, but from what I
understand, rapists don't listen to a word they say."

While shucking down her shorts, she said, "If you were to rape me, I would
not report it. I asked for it. By taking my panties off, I'd practically be
begging for it."

"I heard you loud and clear. Now, take your fucking panties off."

While shucking her panties, she said, "If you feel the urge, you won't need
to use force. Just be forceful. I'll go quietly to the bedroom. All I ask is
that you pull out in time or use a condom. John and I use the rhythm method,
and you could not have picked a worse time to rape me. I'm ovulating, Jack.
I get extra horny right before I ovulate. I am one fertile bitch today."

Again, I backed her into the wall and pressed Brutus in tight, saying,
"Brutus doesn't shower with a raincoat, and I have never pulled out of a
fertile bitch in my life. Ask any one of my daughters or thirty-three other
housewives in the greater tri city area. Letting Brutus know that there is a
fertile cunt in the house with him is like waving a red flag in front of a
bull. Can you feel him throbbing?"

She swallowed hard and said, "Yes."

"Now, do you wish you'd kept your clothes on and your mouth shut?"

"Well...I'm sure I will tomorrow, and a few months from now, especially nine
months from now. Right now, right this minute, I'm kinda glad the cat's out
of the bag and there is nothing on my body to get in his way."

Friends, pussy doesn't get any riper than this. If one fuck was all I was
after and one shot would do the job, I had what I came for. I wanted to keep
this pussy in fresh sperm for at least a week, all through her fertile
cycle. To do that, the sex had to be a toe curler. I wanted her to want it
again all day Friday. I wanted her to meet me on Saturday and Sunday, then
pick up again on Monday. I had to make her want to bear a bastard - my
bastard.

Remember what I said about anticipation and extended foreplay. We were now
going for the home stretch. I backed off, leaving her grinding her cunt on
air. I pulled her away from the wall and sent her into our work area,
handing her a sledge hammer. She just stood there looking dazed and stupid.
I said, "Come on. Let's get to work before we do something stupid."

"But, I want to do something stupid. Brutus wants to do something stupid. At
least let us do something stupid. You won't be held responsible. This is my
problem. Let me worry about it."

"No, come on, Jenny. Work off some of that sexual energy on this wall."

I finally got her to take a few swings but her heart wasn't in it. She grabb
ed me from behind and had Brutus in both hands, saying, "Jack, please, fuck
me! I want Brutus. I want his sperm in me not on me. I want to get my
cheating whore ass knocked up."

I pried her fingers off and turned to face her. I took hold of her wrists to
keep her from attacking Brutus, but she sank to her knees and attacked him
with her mouth, blowing her hot breath into my skivvies. Foreplay is always
harder on the guy than the girl. I dragged her back up and held her in a
bear hug. She looked drunk. She felt drunk, too. I said, "Damnit, Jenny,
think about John."

"John who?"

"John your husband, the guy you married, the man you swore to be faithful
to. The guy whose children you should bear."

"I tried, but his dick isn't long enough. He has a low sperm count. I make
him wear rubbers when I'm fertile or even near fertile. We need help. Won't
you help us make a baby?"

"Sure, if John asks for my help."

"Forget that. He doesn't think he needs any help."

"Most husbands don't. Maybe if you let him take the rubbers off, he
wouldn't."

"Forget that. He might get me pregnant. That's no fun. I want a bastard. I
want to bear him another man's child. I want a baby with a big dick. I want
to give birth to a mother fucker."

"Jenny, you're acting like a slut."

"I'm not acting. Turn me loose and see what happens."

That gave me a great idea. I bound Jenny with duct take to a dining room
chair, one with arms. I placed her arms behind her back and taped her legs
at the knees to the armrests after hanging each leg over. I had her butt
perched at the edge, her cunt wide open - rape bait. That's when I took
Brutus out and teased her with it.

When that slut saw Brutus it was love at first sight. Her mouth was all over
that organ, balls too. I dropped down to her pussy and teased that. I had to
tape her across the middle to keep her ass on the seat. I had to tape her
mouth shut to stop her incessant whining and begging. When she was no more
trouble, I sent Brutus in for a few deep dips that made her eyes go cross.
And then, I went back to work. I thought she'd tear that sturdy chair into
toothpicks.

I took breaks to relieve her suffering, but that only made things worse when
I'd return to work. By noon, she was a basket case. By one, I had to set her
free, carry her to the bedroom, and put her in the family way.

No woman ever made love to me the way Jenny did. I had a screaming wildcat.
She fucked my brains out and I swear her orgasm was one long continuous
mother fucker with a few valleys in it. I came, then stayed inside while she
worked up another hardon, then came again. We fucked non-stop until three.
She had four loads in her and she was a pussycat - a pooped pussycat,
purring.

That's the way you want to leave them, glassy-eyed and purring. She was
raring to go on Friday. She met me three times on Saturday, twice on Sunday,
and we were hard at it again on Monday. We worked, but we took fuck breaks.
We were making a baby. We made a baby, a seven pound four ounce baby boy
with a big dick. I came to see her in the hospital, and she wanted to fuck.
Every time I see her, she wants to fuck.

That's how it is with Red's wife, too. He wishes I'd get my mind on business
and stop fucking around. Hey, my business is fucking around. Remodeling is
my hobby. Ain't life grand.