"I'm as sorry as you are, honey, but there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. Some of the other guys checked with the front office and they said the same thing . . . Red's the last word on who gets laid off. Until business picks up again after the energy crunch, I'm just out of luck!"
Don Willard had tried to break it to his wife Diane as easily as he could, but there just wasn't any way to camouflage the truth . . . he was going to be out of a job in thirteen days. The company had suffered from the gas shortage and they were taking the easy way out. Like most businesses, they were laying off people who needed their jobs the most. None of the executives were feeling the pinch, nor the foremen like Red Collins; they were all cozy and secure in their homes out in Forest Acres, not over here on the east side of town worried about where the rent money was going to come from.
He had thought about not telling her, taking the time that the company owed him for leave to look for something else. But what was there in this one-company town? Nothing.
Diane kept a stiff upper lip until Don had finished with the bad news and gone on to work; then, and only then, did she allow herself the luxury of a good cry.
Why now? Oh, God, why now? she sobbed woefully, her pillow already stained with tears. And tonight was supposed to be my big surprise . . . I was going to tell him I might be pregnant! Pregnant and without a job. Some surprise!
Through sheer force of will, she managed to clean the house and do the laundry and be at 'the warehouse dock when Don got off at fours He had a ride in the morning,. but in the afternoons she always came for him in their five-year-old Chevy. Sometimes they would stop for dinner at one Of the town's five eating places. They weren't classy enough to be called restaurants, but the two of them had figured it out that they could eat about as cheaply as cooking at home, as long as they stayed dear of the expensive meats and stuck with chicken and pork.
She was a little early arriving at the dock and Red was outside at the tiny podiumlike desk that he kept, checking over the day's worksheets and manifests.
Red was a coarse looking man, the kind of man, she imagined, 'that would be a tough sergeant in the Marines. With his short-sleeve shirt on, she could see the Korean War vintage tattoos 'on his muscled, upper arms. He even wore his hair like they did then, in. an antiquated crew-cut that everyone laughed about -behind his back, of course, for Red wasn't the kind of man to take kidding. He lived alone since his wife had left him three years before. Some of the old-timers said that she ran. away with a salesman from up north, anxious for a shot at a better life somewhere away from this forgotten, decaying town in the Carolina coastal plain.
Evansboro was, no different from a thousand other towns just like. it. Once thriving and on the junction of two rail lines, with its own railway passenger station, it bore the promise of growth and prosperity. That is, until both lines cut out their passenger traffic and, finally, pared their shipping along this spur line to the bone. Talk of a boom-town faded quickly, and the younger people started moving west or north, anywhere that offered the hope of a good-paying job and a better life.
The textile products company that Don worked for was the one shot in the arm, the last hope for Evansboro, though most of the optimists had even given up now and were just fighting to keep the tiny town alive. The railway station was gone, burned down by unknown vandals on a wintry night. Four service stations had closed for good, leaving just Pop's Independent Self-Service, which was something of a local joke since it only had gas about one out of a dozen days. Most everyone, Don included, drove five miles to the nearest real town to buy from the stations that thrived there on the Interstate highway, another thing that passed Evansboro by.
"Hi, Diane, you're a little early, aren't you?" Red asked, climbing down from the loading dock. He walked over to her window, close enough to touch her if he had dared. Diane was the prettiest girl in town, almost everyone agreed, and though some of the older citizens whispered about her cut-off short jeans and miniskirts and sun-back halters that she wore during the warmer months, hardly anyone would deny that she was naturally beautiful, one of those clear, sparkling country girls born with earthy good looks that were the root of a hundred traveling-salesmen jokes.
"Yeah, I guess I am . . . but it doesn't matter. I won't be coming much longer, will I? Not after next week."
Red looked down, averting his eyes from hers. "So Don told you. I'm sorry, Diane, for your sake, but it couldn't be helped. He had the least seniority of anyone on the dock and . . ."
"But how about the year before that? The year he spent inside at the looms?"
He ran his fingers nervously through his short-cropped hair, his face flushed "Sorry, Diane . . . but I have to call it as I see it. Nothing personal, Diane, 'cause you know how I've always felt about you."
"Please, Red, let's not start that again," she pouted, not at all anxious to have old memories, especially painful ones, rekindled. She had gone out with Red a couple of times when they were growing up here; of course, he was a lot older, much too old to be dating girls in high school like she was at the time. But Diane was always a bit of a rebel, too high strung for this tiny town. Some of the folks who went to the Baptist church called her a "flirt" and a "man-teaser," but those kinds of words just rolled off her back because she knew what she was like inside. And that none of those rumors about her were true.
The rumors were the part that hurt, at least in the beginning And on more than one night Diane lay awake, tears on her cheeks, painfully wondering how anyone could start such stories when none of them were true. Sure, she had gone out often enough, and sometimes with older men, college men and occasionally a local boy who had gone off to the Army, but she never let them go all the way, not ever. But none of them had ever believed it until he tried his luck, and most of her Saturday nights were spent practicing the art of self-defense, often in the back seat of an old car out at the Highway 64 Drive In.
Red had been one of the non-believers, cocksure and confident that if anybody got in her pants, it would have to be him. And it almost took the police to stop him . . .!
* * *
Diane knew almost immediately that coming to this juke-joint with Red was a mistake. The place was on a lonely county unpaved road, hardly more than four shaky walls and a sawdust floor littered with cigarette butts and spilled beer. Whiskey was the drawing card, though, illicit whiskey from a backwoods still and served in Dixie cups at a dollar for a shot that would make a big city barman blanch. Most of the men drank it straight, while the women poured half into a cup sloshing with Coke and mixed it until they could get it down without choking.
Sal's had a reputation for trouble -women scratching each other half-to-death over a man. Men shooting it out for the favors of some country gal with sporting blood. But even with all that, Diane wanted to see what it was like. The element of chance, the taunting thrill of the forbidden, was always her downfall.. . or nearly so.
And this time, once she was inside and her eyes adjusted to the acrid haze of cigarette and cigar smoke, she knew that she had seen all of Sal's that she needed to see. There was a kind of stage made from upended Cola crates and a sheet of plywood that looked as though it would scarcely support its own weight, much less anyone else's. But there, on what passed for a stage, was a woman in her late thirties or early forties, obviously fast-approaching unconsciousness from too much of Sal's homemade corn . . . and she was stripping!
Diane turned to leave, but Red caught her with his huge forearm. "C'mon, honey . . . you've seen naked women before. This is just part of the fun!"
"Well, I don't want any part of it . . . I'm going home!" she said.
Red smiled confidently. "Okay, baby . . . go right ahead. There's eight miles of dirt track and swamp between here and the highway, and if you make it that far, there's only another five miles into town. There ought to be a lot of Marines on the highway tonight, heading back to the base down at Cherry Point. I'm sure a carload of 'em would be delighted to give you a lift!"
Diane shuddered at the possibilities and her stomach turned as she realized that Red was right; he had the car keys and she knew no one else in this foul-smelling place who would give a damn whether she got home or wound up gang-raped in some sleazy motel.
They made their way to a dirty, drink-stained table and Red wiped it clean with a soiled napkin that he found on the floor. "Here . . . just like one of them big city strip joints. Maybe not as fancy, but a lot more action!" he boasted.
Diane nearly laughed until she realized, with growing fascination and disgust, that he was serious. He really was proud to be a regular in this awful dump!
Diane tried not to look at the woman who was taking her clothes off as the club's seedy patrons cheered her on, but there was nothing else in the ramshackle place to keep her attention and her eyes kept wandering back to the pathetic stripper.
She was down to her brassiere and panties and she tried futilely to manage a sexy bump and grind, but when she did it, the sensuous movements took on an air of the grotesque, her heavy body undulating and twisting as if she were having convulsions.
Diane watched as she took off her brassiere and her enormous breasts sprang from the too tight cups like freed savage animals, shivering and shaking in great rippling shudders as she writhed to the music from the country jukebox.
"Take it all off!" Red shouted in chorus with the others. "Drop those drawers, Mama!"
Diane couldn't help herself -like a sightseer at a car wreck, she found herself watching even though her stomach churned at the sight of the pathetic woman degrading herself in front of these people.
She finished her strip, pulling her wrinkled panties down and wriggling her bare buttocks to the audience Diane had been so engrossed that she failed to notice Red's arm moving to the back of her chair. When she felt it there finally, she did nothing, for it wasn't exactly a gesture to become alarmed about, but when his hand slipped down her upper arm a few minutes later and his fingers hotly groped for her breast, she sprang out of her chair in a flash and turned to face him indignantly.
"Just what 'ya think you're doing, Red? You keep your hands off me . . . keep your hands off my boobs!" she blurted before she realized that most of the patrons had turned their attention to her now that the performance was over.
They all began to laugh and some of the men hooted derisively at Red.
"Hey, Red, you heard her! Keep your hands of them boobs, buddy!"
"Yeah, ol' Red's been grabbing aroun' in the wrong places, ladies and gentlemen! Yes, sir!"
Red blushed and his lips trembled, but not in embarrassment. Diane knew immediately what was going through his mind, for she had seen him tear a taunting rich-boy apart at a basketball game one night when he made fun of Red's bulky physique. The uppermost thought in her mind was escape . . . she had to get away from Red, she didn't know what he was capable of in this kind of ugly mood!
"That was a mistake, Diane . . . a big mistake!" he hissed through gritted teeth, pushing his sleeves up his thick muscled arms. Suddenly he lashed out at her and caught her shoulder in one huge, powerful hand.
"Aaawww!" she winced. "You're hurting me, you big bully!"
"Naw, I ain't hurting you. Not like I might if you talk back to me again, woman!"
"P-please, Red, I didn't mean anything . . . I didn't!" she cried as he moved her backward with a cruel vicious pressure on her shoulder. She grimaced in pain, expecting fully to hear and feel the anguish of her collarbone crushing under his meaty grip. Only when the backs of her legs bumped against the makeshift stage did she dare to think the unthinkable; it was only the faintest glimmer of a possibility at that moment, but still her blood ran cold in her veins at the very thought.
"Atta' boy, Red . . . let's get her on the stage! This joint could use a new act!" someone shouted drunkenly, and a cacophony of hoots and derisive taunts chorused their encouragement.
"C'mon, honey, give us a show! Let's-see them titties you don't want big Red to play with! Shit, they must be made of gold!"
"Hoo-ee . . . I ain't never seen no gold titties a'fore . . . let's git on with it!" a burly redneck in coveralls howled, his voice rising as he yelled until it sounded like a hound dog baying at a full moon.
Diane's heart froze in her breast and her mind refused, in a kind of last-ditch defense against the inevitable, to believe the words that she was hearing. It had to be some kind of awful nightmare, it had to be!
"Get your pretty ass up on that stage and give the good folks a show, Diane," Red snarled, his lips quivering in rage and his cheeks reddened with hot coursing blood. "You think you're somethin' special . . . too good for the folks down here in the hollow. Well, let's see what you got that nobody else ain't . . . c'mon, let's see that gold-plated tail o'yours!" He pushed her roughly and she fell backward onto the stage, sprawled humiliatingly as the crowd of revelers moved in for the show. There was a solid wall of men and women, most of them in blue jeans and work shirts or faded gingham dresses, and they pressed in tight around the stage, blocking her slightest chance of escape.
"Here you go, baby . . . have a drink!" a weaving farmboy leered, extending a paper cup full of whiskey in her direction. Diane shook her head instinctively, for she disliked the taste of straight liquor, but then she changed her mind.
"Yes, yes . . . give it here!" I'll need it. I'll have to have it to live through this nightmare!
She gulped the hundred proof moonshine down as though it were a chilled beer from a mug, and her throat and stomach mutely screamed their horror as the burning liquid seared its way into her belly. She gagged and choked and someone slapped her on the back as the others laughed and taunted her mercilessly.
"Let's see that bod, honey! C'mon, hurry up!"
"Shit, baby, I'm getting tired o'waiting . . . move it, doll!" a bleached blonde woman shrilly demanded, her arm around a man's waist and her fingers deftly wriggling into his fly as they stood close to the stage, pressed against it in the surge of anxious onlookers.
Diane looked around nervously, eyes fluttering, in a futile search for a way out, but it was growingly apparent that there was only one . . . to do as they said! To strip naked and let them see her parading around nude like some harlot!
She tried to stall, hoping that the momentum would ease and perhaps they would find someone else to vent their lusts upon, but it was hopeless . . . they wanted her! She was new here, she was young and from a better side of the tracks . . . and they wanted her stripped bare, down to the naked flesh!
"Honey, maybe you need some help," one husky, bare-chested country boy suggested, licking his lips as he tried to climb drunkenly onto the stage. Diane gasped . . . God, no, anything would be better than having him touch her, anything!
"N-no . . no, p-please! I'll do it, just don't touch me! I'll do it alone!" she tearfully sobbed. Her fingers trembled as they sought the metallic zipper that ran along her spine and when it opened, the onlookers cheered and raised their cups of whiskey and coke into the air, sloshing each other and the stage in a rain of cheap liquor.
"That's the way, baby . . . take it off! Take it off!" The words were like a shot of adrenaline to the crowd and they took up the rhythmic cheer, chanting and screaming until it seemed that the roof would blow off the run-down shack . . .
Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!
The night air was chill and foreboding as she eased the zipper down her back slowly, shakily, but she was finding some semblance of solace in the fast-rushing effects of the whiskey that she had gulped down. It didn't ease the pain, nor did it make this nightmare end, but it blurred the others and this lewd act into a drunken melange of unreal shapes and features.
With a deafening roar, the demanding chant continued, accompanied now by foot-stomping and clapping as the crowd of drunks and half-drunks worked themselves into a lusting blood-frenzy!
When she pushed the dress from her right shoulder, she felt her bare skin tingle with goosebumps, and then, when the other shoulder was down and the dress fell down her bare arms, the frenzied crowd seemed on the verge of storming the stage.
"That's the stuff, baby! . . . get them gold titties out here!"
"Ya-hooo! Man, that's some nice looking stuff! Take it off, take it all off, baby!"
Her dress had fallen down to her waist and she wore only a bra from the waist up, the white flowered cups barely concealing the full womanly mounds of her high proud breasts. Over the top of each cup was the teasing hint of pink nipple . . . and the men watched with bulging eyes as her hands nervously worked the tiny metallic clasps of her brassiere. Suddenly, it was free and she let it slide down her arms, her eyes closed in sickening shame and despair as a chorus of hoots and catcalls rose up spontaneously.
"Hey, Red . . . they ain't gold but they sure are nice!" the bare-chested man who had offered to help her strip exclaimed.
"Shit, what a pair of boobs!" Diane never fully knew what happened next. She was staring down at the floor, her vision blurred by the stinging tears of utter despair that trickled wetly down her cheeks. Suddenly there was someone with her on the shaky stage, then another . . . and still another.
She looked up just as one of the drunken Saturday-night revelers grabbed for her breasts; a scream lodged in her throat but it was drowned in the deafening roar of wanton arousal that cheered him on as he hotly fondled her naked breasts.
"Man, they're soft like a couple of kittens!" he drawled, his eyes wide with lust and glazed with the hope of something more than a feel . . . he wanted all of it, he wanted his cock in her tight little pussy, the stuck-up bitch!
He was a complete stranger to her, not even a face that she remembered seeing in the time that she had been at Sal's, but he was known to the others and they called him by name and urged him on.
"C'mon, Leroy . . . show the little lady what a country boy special looks like!" a busty blonde with teased and frosted hair shouted shrilly, her eyes flickered with the ecstasy of some forbidden memory.
He grinned back at her and tipped his sweat-stained cowboy Stetson at her politely, then zipped down his blue jeans and wriggled his half-erect cock from inside.
A few of the men shouted their approval, and a couple of the women looked away -the ones with their husbands too close to risk a furtive peek. But even those women, managed a quick glance before modestly looking aside.
One bosomy brunette with curly hair and thick makeup whistled like a drugstore cowboy leering at a pretty pair of legs.
Diane watched numbly, unable to comprehend what was happening, until he started to move closer with the thick, blood-heated pole of his cock gripped in his two fists like a medieval weapon.
"No, no!" she screamed hysterically. "Please!" And as if some divine benevolence had intervened, the stage suddenly heaved drunkenly like the bow of a small boat in a squall and the whole makeshift affair tumbled sideways onto the saw dust floor, knocking people and drinks and tables in a dozen different directions at once.
Diane sensed rather than saw an opening . . . her unconsciousness running wildly on the surge of adrenalin that poured into her frightened body. She darted like a rabbit before the hounds, furtively, desperately, in a head-long rush for the door before the confusion deprived her of her only chance.
"Get her! Don't let her out!"
"Grab her somebody! Grab her!"
Her body was slippery from the misted sheen of fearful perspiration that her plight had brought to her flesh and she slid from their hands like a greased pig at a county fair, her dress flapping from her waist and her discarded shoes left behind on the collapsed stage, a casualty of the fall. She tumbled and dodged and ran sideways in a pell-mell dash for the outside . . . and what passed as safety in her frightened mind.
A callused hand grabbed crushingly at her breast and a leering, drink-soaked pair of lips hotly kissed her there and yellowed teeth bit at her naked pink nipple, but she was too desperate to feel the pain.
One last man stood between her and the door, an especially sodden farmhand of indeterminate years and he rushed at her clumsily, his arms wide, and managed to grab her from sheer luck as she darted to avoid a younger man who seemed the more immediate danger. The old man shoved his hand up between her thighs, hooting with laughter through the fleshy opening of his mouth, and his fingers, toughened with years of manual labor, tore her panties in half as easily as a sheet of finest tissue and she moaned as he crudely poked between her trembling labial lips. She struggled desperately, kicking at his coveralled shins and scratching at his face, but he seemed impervious, his mind numbed to anything but the warm moist softness of her pussy!
"Aaawww! No, noooo!" she whimpered as his callus-hard middle finger stiffened like a man's cock, suddenly poked between her cuntal lips and into the tight grip of her twat!
Only the impatient lust of the other men saved her, for they grabbed her roughly away from the old man, anxious to be the first themselves, and a fight broke out that afforded her the precious last few seconds that she needed to escape.
Before she could breathe again, she was outside in the cellar-black night, running blindly along a dirt rut toward the distant twinkle of the highway, miles across the piney Carolina coastal plain. There was no moon, but enough starlight to show her the roadway, and she ran until her heart pounded in her naked breast like a trip-hammer.
She heard them behind her, then they returned for their cars and she glanced back over her bare shoulders to see the beams of headlights slicing the night like searchlight beacons as they bounced along the potholed dirt road, closing in on her. She knew that there was no hope unless she could get off the road, so she ran headlong into the pine forest, charging through the underbrush that bordered the road and into the relative clearness of the woods itself.
On and on she ran, oblivious of time or distance, just step after painful step as the limbs tore at her young nakedness and the forest floor ripped at the soles of her bare feet.
She remembered the snake hunts that her father had talked about in this part of the county, the nights they had gone out with flashlights and rifles after rattlesnakes and moccasins, and more than once she was certain that she heard the clicking sound of a rattler within striking distance. And every branch or fallen limb larger than a pencil beneath her bare soles seemed to move and coil, a slithering monster ready to sink its poison fangs in her naked flesh!
When at last she reached the highway, she was barely able to stand, and her mind, as minds will in the shock of desperation could dwell on nothing but the morning's papers . . . DIANE RAYNOR ESCAPES FROM GANG-RAPE! LOCAL GIRL FORCED TO STRIP AT BACKWOODS JUKE JOINT!
And the cops with their snide remarks and off-color questioning, the neighbors who would always look at her questioningly and whisper behind her back of what really happened that night!
She knew that she couldn't face it, that this awful nightmare had to be her secret, to share with no one! This small town was not like the big city, where a girl could escape her past . . . she had to pretend that this never happened. She had to try and forget those awful people at Sal's, the ones who had forced her into this wicked and despicable perversion . . . for they had won! She was defeated . . . there was no way for her to strike back!
* * *
Even today, years and years later, when she sat waiting for her husband, a full woman of twenty six, she felt her pulse quicken and her blood run cold as she remembered that night, how she had cleaned herself as best she could in a closed service station, using the leftover water in the hose. How she had pieced her dress back together with a pair of hairpins from her long blonde hair and hitched a ride into town with a college boy returning home from up at Chapel Hill.
She hated Red Collins with the kind of festering hatred that only intensifies with age, strengthening like a corked bottle of pepper sauce, but it was her private hatred . . . not one that she dared to share with even Don.
The shift-change whistle sounded deep in the bowels of the huge brick building and Diane heard the anxious shuffling of hundreds of feet as production workers, executives and foremen, and the dozens of miscellaneous workers like her husband Don began to leave.
Red started to leave, putting his hat back on and covering the bald spot on the top of his close-cropped head. "Maybe we could talk about it, Diane. I mean, about . . . well, about the job and all," he stammered, wiping his brow with the back of his forearm. "Tomorrow night, maybe That is, if . . ."
"You know Don has Army reserve meetings that night . . . he does every week."
Red managed a thin smile, though his lips threatened to twist into a leer. "Yeah, I know . . . I kinda' thought you could come, anyway. We could talk about it over a couple of beers."
Diane's face reddened and she would have said a lot more if she hadn't seen Don coming off the platform and moving quickly toward the car. "You . . . you must be crazy, Red Collins! You must be nuts to even think such a thing!"
He glanced up and saw Don approaching, a look of distrusting concern on his ruggedly handsome face. "Well, I'll be seeing you, Diane. Don, how's everything? . . . I was just shootin' the breeze with your wife. I hope you don't mind," he said without a trace of sincerity.
"No, I don't mind . . . but after next week, you'll have to find somebody else, 'cause she won't be picking me up, remember?"
Red scratched himself and looked up at the platform as if he hoped that something would happen. "Yeah, I guess you're right about that.
"Well, I'll be seeing you," he said to no one in particular and ambled off in his peculiar kind of limp, a left-over from the Korean War that brought him a disability check every month from Uncle Sam, though there wasn't a man within ten miles who would chance a fight with him unless he had a big stick and a head-start.
"What the hell did he want?" Don spat angrily as he got in and lit himself a cigarette, switching on the radio. "Trying to rub it in a little?"
"No, nothin' like that," Diane smiled, passing her hand over her husband's muscled thigh. "Just passing time, that's all . . . we were talking about some people who used to live in town, just gossiping."
"Well, who gives a shit," he grumbled, slinking down in the seat and resting his head on the back as she drove out of the crowded parking lot. "Who gives a shit about him . . . or this fuckin' one-horse town?"
"Aw, Don honey, you shouldn't talk like that. This town's been pretty good to us up 'til now. This is the first rotten break that's been dealt us, so we can't really complain."
Don snorted. "The hell I can't complain. I'm getting the shaft, baby, and that's something to complain about!"
"Is it that bad, Don? I mean, it's really final, huh?"
"Of course . . . that's what I was trying to tell you."
"Can't you find something else? There must be . . ."
"Oh, sure . . . just run downtown and pick up a job, is that the way? Honey, there can't be more than one or two jobs open in this whole God-forsaken dump . . . and there'll be more than twenty guys out of work. What'ya think the chances are? Some of these guys have uncles and brothers and cousins all over town . . . . Me, I'm still an outsider. No, there ain't a chance in hell . . . We'll just have to look somewhere else, I reckon."
"Leave Evansboro? Oh, honey, you can't mean it!" Diane blurted, taking her eyes off the road and stirring a cloud of dust as the wheels edged onto the shoulder.
"Look where you're driving! Yeah, I mean it . . . you're damn right I mean it. I'll leave first chance after next week and go up north and look for something. You'll just have to stay on here and wait for me to send some money."
Diane sobbed softly, keeping her head turned away from her husband so that he wouldn't see her crying. Maybe he wasn't emotionally tied to this town, but she certainly was . . . it was her birthplace, the town where she had grown up. Where her mom and dad had lived happily until their deaths . . . and now he wanted her to just pack up and leave? For what? Some cheap tenement housing in a northern town? A place where she had no friends? Where she wouldn't be able to leave the apartment for fear of being mugged or raped?
Even now, the faintest glimmer of an idea sparkled almost unnoticed in the back of her mind. It was nothing now, not even an idea . . . that was yet to come. But Diane knew that she had to do something -anything! -to turn this whole mess around. She had to!
CHAPTER TWO
"Diane, I just don't understand why you keep harping on it over and over," Don said irritably as they sat on the sofa after dinner. The news was on but he had turned the sound off and some nameless politician wiggled his lips and contorted his face silently on the television screen.
"I'm sorry . . . I really am, honey. But it just sounds so awful to me, that's all. I can't get used to the idea of leaving Evansboro."
He sat up and turned to face her. "But, Diane, we always talked about one day moving up to Raleigh and getting one of those nice houses with the fancy lawns and raising a couple of young'uns."
"Sure, but this isn't the same . . . It isn't Raleigh you're talking about. And there won't be any nice house with a lawn. Even if there is a . . . oh, skip it."
"Skip what? What're you getting at?" he demanded angrily. "There's something else bugging you, honey. Let's hear it . . . spit it out!"
"Nothing . . . ." She lowered her face sulkingly. "C'mon.. . don't play games with me. What is it? What is it?"
Diane swallowed hard. "I'm . . . I might be pregnant."
Don had the pained, stopped-in-mid-air look of a man just kicked in the gut; all the color had drained from his face and it took a couple of seconds before he was back to normal again.
"Pregnant? You think you're pregnant!?" he gasped, his eyes widening and his cheeks puffed with angry disbelief.
"Don, I'm sorry. But you know I just had to stop taking the pill because it was messing me up something awful. It must have been that night you came home from bowling late and we played around without using anything . . . you can't blame me. It took two of us, you know."
They were passing The Stop-Over, a local beer joint and hangout that offered pool tables and pinball and too-friendly hostesses. Don had often frequented the place, but it wasn't something that he told his wife about.
"Stop here . . . stop' the car!" he demanded. Diane wheeled up to the curb, her hands shaking as they tightly gripped the wheel "W- what's wrong, honey? P- please, don't make a scene here, right in town!"
"I'm not going to make any scene I'm just gettin' out. Go on home, I just want to stop off for a beer or two."
"In that place? Don, please!"
"Go on, damn it! I don't need you motherin' me all the time. I'll see you later!" He got out and slammed the door without looking back and strode hurriedly into the painted-glass-front bar. Diane heard the high-pitched giggle of one of the hostesses as she called him familiarly by name.
She quickly wiped the tears from her eyes with the soft fabric of her sleeve and drove away before anyone saw her. But still, as she steered the car along familiar streets, around corners that she had rounded a million times, she felt very, very alone, as if she had somehow taken the wrong turn and was in some dreary, unfriendly city . . . a city like the one that she knew they would soon be moving to up north.
People in their cars or standing on their lawns were all strangers as she drove home alone. No one smiled or waved or tipped his hat.
Never in her short, happy life had she felt so alone . . . and so desperately in need . . . Oh, Don, why, why? Why do you blame me? It's not my fault about the job or even about the baby! Why!?
* * *
She had finally drifted off to sleep, reconciled at last to being alone on this night of all nights to be lonely. She had thought once of calling the sheriff's office, just in case something had happened to Don, but she decided against it. Everyone in Evansboro knew who he was -if he had been in an accident or something, the deputy would have recognized him right off. But the alternatives that she had to face were almost as bad in their fashion . . . he must be with another woman, some hussy from the bar. Maybe they were in bed together right now, maybe he was kissing her . . . or' worse! Maybe . . . Oh, Don, come home, come home!
Suddenly she awoke with a start, her head spinning from the jarring awakening and the sound of noise in the living room. But the voice that soon followed it was familiar enough . . . it was Don and he was dead drunk!
"Goddamn it, what's that footstool doing there!" he cursed loudly. "Son of a bitchin' broad never cleans up!"
She stood silently in the doorway to the bedroom, waiting for him to finish venting his booze-soaked rage against the furniture and against her. He weaved even as he stood still and when he finally saw her he waved her away with a limp toss of his arm.
"Go back to bed . . . I don't want'a talk to you."
"Why, Don? Why do you blame me?" she asked softly, careful not to raise her voice for fear that she would set him off on another rampage. He had never hurt her, never even laid a hand on her in anger . . . but there was always the first time.
"Aw, shut your face and go back to sleep," he muttered, his voice suddenly losing much of. its incoherent drunkenness. "I'm all right just having a little fun, that's all."
"With a woman?" she asked before she could stop herself.
"Yeah! With a woman!" he shouted, waving his arm in the air, his fist clenched threateningly. "With three of 'em! I was fuckin' all three of 'em at once. What's it to 'ya? And not one of them got pregnant! Not one!"
She crossed the room to his side and put her arm around his waist and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He jerked away at first but she knew from years of marriage that he didn't mean it . . . he could have stayed away if he hadn't wanted to come home. Nobody forced him to come back to her.
"Let's go to bed, honey . . . you've got to go to work in five hours," she whispered softly in his ear. He let himself be led blindly into the darkened bedroom' and just fell across the bed diagonally. Diane undressed him and folded his pants and shirt and managed to straighten him out on the bed so that she had enough room to crawl under the covers.
"I have to know, Don," she said softly when they were both in bed. "I have to know . . . is it the baby? Or is it the job? Would it be all right, the baby, I mean, if you had your job?"
He lifted his head with the last fading strength left in his liquor racked body; his eyes were only slits and his voice was weak but clear. "Of course it's the job, honey . . . You know I wanted a baby as much as you. But now . . . Goddamn it, I can't feed both of you without a job. I can't even take care of us. It's a rotten fuckin' deal, Diane! A rotten . . . fuckin . . . " His voice trailed off and his head. sank onto the pillow again; almost immediately his breath began to come in snorting short gasps and he was asleep. Or passed out.
That faint glimmer of an idea, that spark that glowed in the recesses of her troubled thoughts, was growing now into a full fledged plan. Or at least the beginnings of one . . . she not only knew what she had to do, but she also knew when and maybe even how.
She turned onto her side, away from her sleeping husband, as if the lurid wantonness of what she planned made her unfit to touch him, even in their marital bed. It was a desperate plan and one that sickened her just to think of it . . . but she knew now that there was no other way.
CHAPTER THREE
It was the worst night of the week for Red, what with half the local guys off at Reserve meeting and the rest at the Moose Lodge. There was so little going on in Evansboro this night every week that most of the bars even closed up for lack of business; so it was either stay home and watch TV with a cold six-pack standing by or face the long drive over to Kinston where there was at least the chance of a little excitement.
Red was sort of in-between . . . too old for the Reserves and too young, he thought, for any of those hale-and-hearty fraternal groups like the Moose and the Elks, the only two that functioned in Evansboro. Of course, for the monied set, there was always the Forest Acres Club. Red could have joined, for as a house-owner in Forest Acres, he was automatically eligible, but he knew better than to try hob-nobbing with the company wheels over there. He might have been the last word on the loading docks, but with those front-office guys, he knew where he stood -one peg above the rest of the flunkies like Don Willard.
He was sitting in his favorite chair, one of those vinyl recliners with the built-in vibrator, a gift from his wife Louise before she ran off with some bum from up north. It was the only reminder of her that was left in the house- everything else was gone. Pictures, their wedding silver, even the clothes of his that she picked out. And the only reason he kept the chair was practicality -he liked it and replacing it would cost a bundle.
Red leaned far out over the chair arm and opened a drawer in the front of the telephone table. His fingers found a worn metal frame, the glass gone years ago, and he took it out reverently, like it was a holy relic.
He looked down in his lap at the photograph, nearly ten years old now and never too clear even when it was new. It was a photograph taken at the state fair up in Raleigh, the only one that he had of Diane.
She hadn't wanted to pose for the fifty-cent photographer, but after Red ran into her on the midway, she finally agreed, and the expression was perfect -the slightly sullen, bored look of a beautiful woman in a teenager's body. A woman who could have gone on to almost anything, but stayed on in Evansboro with a husband that would never amount to much more than a day-laborer.
Damn, you were some good-looking girl, Diane, and you're even nicer looking as a woman! You could have had me or a dozen other men just for asking, but you chose that grease-monkey Don Willard. You fool, Diane, you silly cunt fool!
Like he always did, he felt a hard-on coming as he stared at the faded photograph, his eyes undressing her and, in his mind's, boundless imagination, his hands hotly coursing over the smooth voluptuous curves of her ripe young body. He remembered those beautiful firm breasts, their high soaring pride as she stripped that stupid night at Sal's, the night that he got drunk and lost his temper. . . the last night that Diane ever so much as spoke to him until five years into her marriage.
He could imagine himself unfastening those tight little 'shorts, cut-off jeans really, and as he looked at her photograph there in his hands, she seemed to come alive, smiling at him with that pert little come-on grin that she always had, her head cocked to one side as if she was sizing him up for a romp in her bedroom. She had one hand on her hip as she stared at him from the photograph as she had for years now, the same mysterious expression . . . and the same inviting young body, barely contained beneath her cut-off jeans and the tight-fitting T-shirt that somebody had sent her from San Francisco. It was silk-screened in day-glo colors and he remembered how she seemed to wear it day and night that last summer before she married Don; even at night, he would see her a couple of blocks away, frolicking with some of her young friends. One late summer's night, driving home from a stint on the swing-shift, he could see a group of teenagers down by the floating pier at Johnson's Pond. They were dancing in the moonlight to somebody's car radio, and he could clearly see the phosphorescent colors of Diane's California T-shirt as she wriggled to the latest surf music from the West Coast. He wanted to stop the car, to run down to the pond and grab her and take her away from those pimply-faced boys and show her what a real man was like. But he didn't. He drove on, like he had a thousand nights, home to his loveless marriage. Home to his unfaithful wife.
And now there wasn't even Louise to return to after a day's work. He missed her more than he liked to admit -after all, she had been around a long time. And despite all her faults, she could be a good woman and a loving wife when she wanted to be.
But she was like all the rest of them, slutbitches every one of them! Let a good-looking stranger with a fancy new car pass through town and they all start getting itchy drawers!
* * *
Red heard the car door slam outside and he hurried first to put away his prized photograph. There were few visitors at the Collins house -the executives never slummed with the production people like himself even though he was a foreman. And his men never bothered to come around, none too anxious, he guessed, to spend their off-work hours with the boss.
He slipped the time-worn photo into its resting place beneath the telephone and walked quickly to the door. Through the parted curtain that covered the glass front door, he could see a car parked at the end of his driveway and someone walking up the drive in none too great a hurry. He squinted, unable to make out who it was . . . Damn, it better not be somebody selling door-to-door. I'm in no mood for sales pitches tonight!
Suddenly his caller stepped into the pool of light cast by the porch light and his breath burst from his lungs as he realized who it was . . . His photograph had come to life, his dream girl was there at his door, alone.
It was Diane!
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hi, Red . . . can I come in?" she said timidly, standing at the far edge of the front porch. She was wearing a pair of shorts, just like the ones in the picture, he convinced himself . . . and a stylish halter top that was perfect for her beautiful figure. She had sandals on, her feet almost bare . . . Like she used to be with those boys at Johnson's Pond!
"Yeah, sure . . . come on. I hardly expected you to be calling, Diane." He motioned her in and held the door, suddenly ashamed of the mess in his batchelor-kept home. "I apologize for the way everything looks, but I only have a maid one day a week. You know, that high-yaller gal that used to work down at the plant."
Diane nodded, her mind flashing with the lewd imagery of Red Collins and that mulatto girl that everyone talked about. She had been fired from the production line down at the plant for slipping off with the men workers during lunch breaks. The story was that she got caught with three men in the employee's bathroom.
"What brings you here, Diane?" he asked cautiously, feeling his way on unfamiliar ground. After all, it wasn't every day that Diane Willard graced his home. In fact, this was the first time ever!
He didn't sit down and he made no offer of a chair for his guest. "It's Don's job, Red . . . she began. "Just like I said yesterday. He needs it, Red, awful bad, and I'm afraid it might be the end for us if he gets laid off now."
Red tried to conceal his grin. "Oh, come now . . . it ain't all that bad. There's other jobs."
"No, Red, there aren't any more jobs. Don's talking about going north to look for work. To some city full of strangers. And there's more . . . I think I'm gonna' have Don's baby. It's just an awful time for all this to happen."
"Tell it to Nixon, Diane . . . I didn't have nothin' to do with it. I just got my orders."
She managed a thin trembling smile. "But you could change the orders, couldn't you? I mean, you've got the say-so to keep Don on the job if you wanted to, right?"
He grinned openly now. "Yeah . . . I suppose I could, but there'd be a lot of static from the front office. Too many questions and nosing around, unless . . ."
Diane gulped hard, but kept her thin smile intact, though her stomach already knotted with revulsion. "Unless what, Red?" she purred.
He suddenly became very nervous and his fingers began to fidget with his belt buckle, a brass replica of a tractor cab, that one of the trucking companies had given him. "I think you know what, Diane. There ain't but one thing that would make me change my mind about laying Don off . . . and there ain't but one girl in Evansboro who could make me say that." He reached out to her shoulder and pulled the strap of her halter top down her bare arm.
Diane closed her eyes in shame and humiliation but she did nothing to stop him. He took the other side of the flimsy top and pulled them together, along her arms, tingling with goose bumps as her stomach churned with naked revulsion!
Red remembered her beautiful breasts, his mind rushing back eagerly to that night at the juke-joint when he had seen her naked to the waist. He tugged her halter lower and the rounded swell of her breasts peeked over the top, still in the overflowing cups of her brassiere. He leaned close to her, so close that his breath felt hot and moist on her bare chest, and as he pulled her halter down around her waist, he dropped his face to her breasts, his tongue sneaking wetly into the deep cleavage between her bulging boobs.
"R-Red, pleasseee! Get it over with, please! Please!" she mewled' in gut-rending despair.
Suddenly, 'Red's face was inches from hers and she shuddered as he gasped and sputtered with rage, his breath reeking of booze an rising bile. "You listen to me, bitch! You came to me, remember? And this gets done my way or not at all. You want Don to keep his job, don't you?"
"Y-yes . . . yes!"
"Then put a little into it or the deal's off. I don't want no cold fish . . . I want a real woman. The woman I know you are Diane! I deserve that . . . I deserve all of it!"
He began to finish the savored task of undressing her, unhooking her bra and letting it slide slowly down her arms, just as it had on another night years before. The brassiere fell from her wrists to the floor and he planted a kiss on both her firm young breasts, lifting them with his palms and murmuring to himself as he hotly licked her pink crinkly nipples.
Diane nearly swooned from the vile wanton sensation on his thick wet tongue swiping between her breasts, but she suppressed the need to cry and plead for his disgusting act to stop, for she knew that she had to go through with it to save her marriage . . . she had to!
He opened the button at the front of her shorts and eased the zipper down gently, his fingers working their way inside her pants. He could feel the shiny elastic sheerness of her panties under her shorts and he knew that in a few minutes he would be peeling them down her long supple legs and she would be naked in front of him, stripped to the flesh like a golden goddess!
He pushed her panties down over her hips and they fell to the .floor at her feet like a hastily lowered flag of surrender . . . unconditional surrender!
Suddenly, unexpectedly, he was kneeling at her feet on the shag-carpeted floor, his fingers worked into the elastic of her thin sheer panties. He tugged them down, exposing the vee-shaped fleece of her pubic mound, there, just scant inches from his face and nose. The sweet womanly pungence of her slit was already filling his nostrils like heady perfume and he licked his lips in eager anticipation as he moved closer until his nose was lightly tickled by her soft naked pubic fluff. He dropped her panties lower down her thighs, pushing them along until he reached her knees, when he kissed her fervently there in the fleecy softness of her pubic hair.
Diane moaned in shame and nearly fell from the retching humiliation of the moment . . . he was stripping her naked and he was kissing her there, at the secret altar of her marital fidelity. His lips were poised just inches from the naked unguarded slit of her womanhood!
Diane gasped loudly as his fingers moved through the light sparse fleece of her pubic mound and his mouth pressed hotly against the labial lips of her cunt in a fervent soul-kiss that sent a rippling spasms of shame racing through her belly and into the depths of her soul.
The sudden lingual caress there at the secret cleft of her vagina took the strength from her naked body and she fell backward helplessly, clutching at Red's close-cropped hair in a gesture of self-protection that he thought to be her intimate signal of submission. She toppled over backward, crashing into the arm of a chair that broke her fall, and she fell unhurt onto the floor. Red's face worked frantically up between her thighs, splayed helplessly in her fall, and she groaned in abject humiliation as his tongue laved wetly between the warm pink lips of her pussy. She writhed in involuntary spasms of sensation that Red was sure were the squirmings of a hot-blooded woman . . . when in truth, they were the helpless motions of a young wife lost in the shame of her vile and despicable adultery!
But there was something else . . . something that Diane at first denied to herself, but the strengthening sensations wouldn't be denied. There were the first undeniable wisps of pleasure . . . the naked ticklings of lust as his tongue worked back and forth along the fleshy moist furrow of her vagina. His tongue splayed the soft pink folds and wriggled into the hot wetness of her cuntal orifice; as it laved upward along the quivering slit, his tonguetip searingly brushed over the fleshy node of her clitoris, naked and vulnerable as he parted the pouting lips of her vagina and licked eagerly, at the oily marble that was the very center of her sexuality.
His thick tongue was everywhere at once, lovingly swiping through the quivering furrow of her pussy, dipping into the clenched nether cheeks of her buttocks. All along the moist pink slit, his tongue splayed hotly between the fleshy ridges of her genitals, deftly arousing a kind of naked and wanton passion that she had hoped was submerged in her soul forever . . . the hungry carnal desires of her wild impetuous youth! It was that night at Sal's all over again, only this time, she didn't want to escape. There was no need for running half-naked through the woods in search of salvation . . . for this time she would get the vicious, sadistic ravishment that she had fantasized about since that long-ago night. At last she would know what it was like . . . what would have happened if she hadn't escaped. And the naked lusting thoughts excited her animalishly, fanning the flames of adulterous passion that surged in her blood-heated loins!
"Mmmmm . . . yesss, yeas! Lick me there, lick my pussy!" she moaned between clenched white teeth, her lips drawn back quiveringly.
"Oh, God, it feels sooo goooddd!"
Red grinned as his tongue slipped between his fleshy lips and wriggled into the hot moist hole of her vagina . . . she was going to beg him for more before he was through! All those years of wanting her . . . and now she would have to beg him before he would stick his thick cock between her legs! She would beg like the hot-blooded bitch that she was!
Her head flailed from side to side and she whimpered soulfully in abject shame and humiliation as Red's thick tongue hotly splayed the lips of her pussy. A gurgling moan of animalish subjugation rippled from her throat, but still she was powerless to ward off the hot tickling wisps of forbidden cuntal pleasure that tickled her loins like a huge feather.
Red grabbed at her naked breasts, his fingers groping for them and squeezing the soft resilient flesh until it rose in ridges between his thick callused fingers. She heard him wheezing with carnal frenzy as he tongued and licked her wanton cunt like an animal dosed with Spanish fly . . . and she was climbing the walls from his delicious lavings!
Diane had never known such shame but she was glued to this position by the rousing lingual caresses that triggered the spasming strength of her feminine passions. Tears flooded her eyes and ran down her quivering cheeks . . . she was wallowing in the adulterous depths of her shameful lusts, but she couldn't summon the strength to resist . . . How can I go home to Don and face him after this? I'm not fit for any man now, I'm nothing but a whore!
Red looked up between her crushed breasts, coldly watching her for the hint of unconditional surrender that he awaited. He wanted her completely whipped, her resistance destroyed . . . utter and unquestioning obedience. She would beg him . . . she would be his slut or he would drive her crazy with his tongue between her thighs!
He chuckled under his breath at the realization that he had been right about her all along. The teenager-queen, the town's prettiest girl . . . and she was nothing but a cock-hungry whore like all the rest! Dig beneath that cool, icy beautiful exterior and you had the real Diane . . . a whimpering, writhing tramp!
He grinned victoriously and pushed her legs behind her knees, doubling them backward until they crushed down into the soft white mounds of her naked tits. Her whole crotch was his now, unguardedly vulnerable and utterly naked to his touch, to his kiss, and he continued his cunnilingual lovemaking with the fervor of a zealot. Again and again, his tongue swiped through the full naked slit of her hair-rimmed pussy, not stopping until his tonguetip hotly rolled the pearl of her clitoris like the jewel that it was, sending electric jolts of pure wanton lust racing along her naked spine.
"Ummm . . . that's it, lick me there! Lick my clit! Lick it, pleassee!" She heard him laughing at her as she begged to be relieved of this gnawing lust, but she was beyond caring now . . . whatever he wanted to do to her, she would let him!
She spasmed gaspingly as his tonguetip suddenly speared at the clenched nether lips of her anus. Groaning in undiluted humiliation, she tried to squirm away from this unnatural invasion, but her own body betrayed her, quivering in unmistakable carnal arousal as his tongue probed the hidden recesses of her buttocks-cleft.
Diane was secretly grateful when his tongue returned to the lust-bloated lips of her pussy, glad that he was leaving her forbidden nether orifice alone, for that was something that she had never thought of doing. No man, not even Don, had touched or entered her there.
Her clitoris filled with lust-heated blood and throbbed as his tongue curled around it, surrounding the nerve-filled bud that was the center of her sexuality, and sending shudders of lascivious arousal shimmering up through her belly and into the very tips of her hardened, pulsing nipples!
"No, noooo . . . I can't!" she whimpered as if to convince herself that she really meant to stop this before it was too late . . . but she knew in her heart that it was already too late, much too late.
Suddenly, the last pretense of marital fidelity was gone and Diane discovered that she was betrayed by her own naked young body as it began a sensuous rhythm of arousal, squirming against the brutish man's laving tongue and fervent lips. She moaned huskily, her voice rich with lust, and her fingers coursed through his short hair and she grabbed at his head and pulled it hard up between her wide-splayed thighs, into the soft moist fissure of her hotly steaming cunt!
Diane writhed and gasped for breath as she felt the pangs of wanton lust throbbing in the passion-bloated lips of her pussy. Nothing mattered now . . . nothing on earth existed for her, save the pleasure-giving sensations of this man's lips and tongue! There could have been a roomful of spectators now, all of her friends from Evansboro, and still she would have been powerless to stop . . . she was lost to the rapturous thrill of forbidden cunnilingus!
Red lifted his face enough to sight up between the crushed soft mounds of her breasts, to grin as he saw the contorted expression on her face, her lips quaking and her nostrils flared in the heat of her ravenous passion. He licked her harder, each lingual caress searing through the full-splayed length of her hair-fringed slit, his thick tongue spreading the blood-heated labial lips until he tormentingly speared the tip of it deep into the warm clasping sheath of her pussy. He could feel the soft fleece-like curls of her pubic hair against his cheeks and tickling his nose as she groaned incessantly, her naked crotch squirming hotly against him, working back onto his tongue and lips in a slow, sensuous dance of pagan lust!
Red chuckled under his breath, heady with the sweet wine of total victory . . . at long last, she was his! After all these years, she had just come to him like a vision in the night, and now she was naked on his floor, hot and writhing with lust . . . just waiting for his lust-maddened thick cock between her legs!
Suddenly, he took his passion-stirring lips away from the pouting warmth of her labia, and she shamefully moaned as she heard the lurid sound of her own pussy lips pouting noisily as he ended his cunnilingual kiss. She lay there on the floor, breathing heavily, her vision blurry with the stinging river of tears that trickled down her cheeks.
He was undressed almost before she realized what he was doing, but as he dropped his boxer shorts to the floor along his hairy thick legs, she gasped in horrified amazement . . . My God, that's the biggest thing I ever saw! No woman could take that without splitting in half!
Her eyes were drawn to its immense uncircumcised thickness, much like a moth is drawn to the glimmering image of a flame, knowing it will mean his sudden painful death. He gripped it with both hands and grinned proudly down at her as he peeled back the fleshy purplish foreskin, like a schoolboy is exposing himself in the bathroom to the girl from next door.
"R-Red, no . . . . Please, I . . . I can't go through with it! I c-can't!" But she might as well have been talking to the four walls for all the hope she had now . . . he had tasted the sweet perfume of her womanhood and nothing short of death would stop him now from having his fill of her. Nothing!
He dropped to his knees and walked on them up between her trembling legs, pushing them further apart and bending them back cruelly, levering the naked pink slit of her cunt upward to give his anxious cock greater access to the secrets of her loins. He stretched easily into a push-up position over her small tender nakedness, taking the weight of his paunchy bulk on his hands and knees as he looked directly down into her face.
She groaned in sickened submission as he kissed her full on the lips, his mouth still pungent with the scent of her vagina. His tongue searched between her teeth and then chokingly probed down her throat until she nearly gagged. His eyes were hardly more than cruel slits as he left her lips and lowered his searching mouth to the bruised pink peak of her nipple. His lips encircled its tender rigidity and he could feel the tiny crinkly mound harden involuntarily as his tongue swirled it about as he had done minutes earlier with her clitoris.
His jutting erection surged up between her quaking thighs, prodding at the steaming fissure of her cunt. She moaned throatily in spite of her shame as his rigid cock slid along the slit of her pussy like a knife through butter, parting the pink hair-lined folds until the lustbloated head of his prick rubbed arousingly over the tiny pearl of her clit!
"Aaaawwww, please . . . don't tease me! I can't stand any more . . . do it to me now, please!" she begged, anxious to end the shame and despair of his taunting foreplay. She bit painfully into the softness of her lower lip, perhaps in some misguided notion that the pain would erase the hurtful shame of her naked submission. Never had she known such utter unfathomable humiliation . . . as if she had been thrown head over heels into the deepest pit of hell!
"I'm gonna' fuck you, honey . . . but not 'til you beg me. I begged you once . . . and I've begged you in my mind a million times since, but tonight it's you who's gonna' beg . . . beg me! Beg me to fuck you!" he snarled bestially.
"Oh, all right . . . I'm begging you! Do it, please!"
He nipped playfully at the pink budlike peak of her left nipple and she squirmed from the added pain. "That's not good enough . . . say it the way I told you!"
"Oh God, God . . . yesss, yess! Fuck me, please, fuck me, Red, I want it!" she screamed, unsure of whether it was out of desperation or perhaps really meaning it now. But his words quickly penetrated her confusion and despair, bringing her back to the lurid adulterous reality of the act that she was about to perform . . . she was about to be fucked by another man, her husband's boss!
"Put it in, Diane . . . grab it and put it in your pussy where it belongs, where it's always belonged!" he slobbered, his eyes bulging from their sockets.
There was no need for resisting now, no need for pretending, and she reached down over the quaking flatness of her belly to where his lust-stiffened erection was stuffed between her thighs, so huge that she couldn't bring her legs together. In her tiny timid grip, it seemed impossibly large, so thick that her fingers wouldn't reach around its virile circumference. It throbbed in her lightly clasping grip and she could feel the rush of his lust-heated blood surging into it, stiffening it even more until it was like a fence post in her hand, the blue veins throbbing and pulsing against her palm.
"C'mon . . . hurry it up, get it in, get it in!" he breathed, his voice rising in the frenzy of his anxious desire.
Diane dared not rebuff him now, and she was afraid to even breathe as she moved the huge knob of his cock between the pouting folds of her pussy. Again her own body shamed her, and she felt the pink moist lips of her cunt flower in expectant desire, opening to accommodate this huge male rod and she shuddered under his heavy bulk as her naked body began to attune itself to the task at hand . . . the adulterous fucking that she was about to get from his paunchy, liquor-reeking savage!
Suddenly . . . !
"Unnnghhhh!" she cried out, arching off the carpet in very real pain as he gave a punishing push forward with his powerful legs. His cock surged into her as if she were some unfortunate cow in a pasture and he was a stud bull with a hard-on. His entry was brutal, not gentle and easy, but a vicious cock-thrust that brought wincing contortions of pain to her face and tears to her eyes. He bored relentlessly into her belly, his huge cock plummeting into the deepest virginal recesses of her cunt, deeper than any man had been. He filled her like a tree stump and her eyes rolled and flickered in their sockets as her lips quiveringly mouthed the unsaid screams that wouldn't come. She finally managed to regain enough of her breath to cry out again and she pounded at his back and shoulders.
"Red, Red . . . please, take it easy! You're killing me with that thing!" she gasped, but she could as easily have been speaking Spanish or even Greek for all it did to slow his ravaging thrusts. His weight was heavy now on her and she felt as if every pore of her lithe young body were being squeezed into the fleshy corpulence of his own . . . and she prayed for the moment she had dreaded to hurry and arrive, the instant when he would empty his lust-bloated balls into her belly and she would slosh with his viscous cum, her adultery complete!
His vicious cock-thrusts were hurtful and cruel, each backward grind of his powerful, hair-shrouded pelvis drawing his cock nearly free of her cuntal lips until the blood-bloated purplish head remained inside her pouting vaginal lips; then, with an animalish grunt, he would push all of his strength behind his deep thrust, skewering wetly into the tightly gripping walls of her pussy, rippling into the soft yielding cuntal flesh in delicious surging swelling until he slammed his huge meaty cock home with a thudding smack that sent his balls slapping into the hairless fissure of her naked buttocks.
That sound, the lewd noise of his bloated testicles slapping into her ass-cleft, seemed to epitomize the gnawing despair and humiliation of her wanton passions, and salty stinging tears dribbled from her quivering eyelids. But now the pain of his cruel skewering entry was gone, and a far worse misery had taken its place . . . the degrading knowledge that her man-hungry loins were beginning to twitch with feminine arousal, that her cunt was burning for his virile seething cum!
Bent nearly in half from his crushing weight pressing her knees backward, her thighs crushed the soft fleshy mounds of her breasts and her tiny budding nipples hurt from the smashing assault on her loins as they throbbed and quivered in sensual rhythm with Red's deep-skewering thrusts. Her whole body was tuned to his carnal tempo and she felt the crescendo of ecstasy that she knew would bring on the inevitable . . . her screaming, scratchy orgasm!
Her head tossed from side to side and her hair flailed around her head like a golden halo. The veins in her neck throbbed with man-hungry blood and stood out cordlike as she whimpered like an animal, every muscle and sinew in her fragile young body tautened, winding tighter and tighter with Red Collins' brutally impaling thrusts
Diane shuddered as she heard the brutish man groan and she felt his chest filling and emptying with rising furor as the pace of his deep-thrusting fucking slowed to a sensuous rhythm of naked pagan arousal, a slow, deliberate pace that seemed to draw out the very act to an unspeakable moment of passion . . . the delicious feel of cunt gripping cock, her naked moist walls clasping the huge meaty thickness of his prick!
Her teeth bit more deeply into her lower lip and Diane shuddered from the salty taste of her own blood. Her arms encircled him out of lustful desperation and her legs splayed widely around his paunchy hips as her body hungered for his lust quenching hardness . . . the irreplaceable ecstasy of his cock between her legs.
He's taunting me, he's deliberately slowing down like this to tease me! Goddamn him, why doesn't he hurry . . . I can't stand it like this, I can't stand it!
"Gettin' to you, huh, Diane? You ain't ever had it from a real man, likely as not. Quite a difference, ain't it?" he lewdly breathed into her face.
Diane could stand it no longer and she began to scream and whimper. "Yes, yes . . . whatever you want, I'll say it, I'll say it, only fuck me . . . fuck me hard, FUCK ME HARD, DAMN IT!"
He had heard all he wanted to hear . . . the ultimate victory was his and now he could bring himself the delicious sensation of emptying his seething load right into her belly. He would make up for those years of wanting her, hungering after her. He would fill her naked young belly until it sloshed with his cum! Then she could take that home to her old man!
Her fingernails ripped at his back as he delivered thrust after thrust of thick, blue-veined cock right down the clasping love-tunnel of her twat, nearly straight down now as she doubled back inhumanly and thrust her crotch up at his adulterous loins. Suddenly, she could feel the full flowering of her pussy in wet gushing ecstasy as a warm bath of girly-cum flowed around the thick rod of his cock . . . I'm almost there, almost.. . God, I think I'm going to scream! I may die if I don't cum soon . . .
Suddenly, Diane arched so high off the shag carpet that she nearly bounced Red's heavy bulk off of her; her toes curled in against the soles of her feet and she screamed . . . a long, siren like wail that seemed to start deep down in her belly and grew more intense as it surged upward and spilled from her trembling lips.
She bucked and writhed and kicked and clawed as though she were possessed by the devil himself and even Red was surprised at the ferocity of her orgasm. But he managed to stay astride her naked loins, and his cock seemed to swell to twice its normal size, gripped tightly in the warm velvety fist of her insatiable cunt!
She criss-crossed his bare back with the tearing trails of her fingernails as her fists pounded out their gushing relief. Red's face was inches above hers and his cheeks were distended and flushed, his eyes bulging in his head. Suddenly he gasped and cursed hotly into her face and Diane knew that the ultimate degradation had begun . . . he was cumming in her belly!
She felt his cock throb and jerk like it had a beating heart of its own; her pussy lips nibbled fervently at the thick purplish lust-pole as it began to spurt its creamy warm load into the adulterous pit of her womanhood. Gush after gush of the viscous liquid spurted from the mushroom-shaped head, filling her like the nozzle of a hose until the sticky hot goo oozed from around the deflating turgid pole of his cock and dribbled down the cleft of her buttocks.
"Ooohhh, noooo! Noooo!" she cried in utter shame as Red grunted and sweated over her. Great wet beads of his sweat dripped onto her breasts and trickled down into the cleavage between them . . . and then it was over.
* * *
"You ain't gonna' do nothing stupid like running home and telling your ol' man, are you?" Red asked casually as he pulled on his under-shorts. Diane was half-dressed already and standing uncertainly, bracing herself on the arm of a chair.
She laughed ironically. "Red, I did what I did to save my marriage . . . not destroy it. No, this secret is safe with me. No one will ever know. But you won't try to double-cross me about Don's job?"
Red grinned. "No way, honey . . . I might want another get-together sometime."
Her cheeks drained of color and her eyes widened. "Red! That wasn't the deal! You said . . ."
"Take it easy, take it easy . . . we can always talk about it later. But don't worry . . . I'll take Don off the pink-slip list in the morning."
The pretty married blonde decided to leave well enough alone and not, argue. There would be other days and other nights for that.
Red had the door open for her and she walked shakily, like a newborn colt on its spindly untried legs. She tried not to look at him but he insisted on kissing her good-bye. She managed it, though her stomach churned with a burning wad of nausea. Outside, the night was clear and warm, just a night like any other. Perhaps for the rest of the world . . . but not for Diane Willard.
She turned the key in the ignition and hurriedly backed from his drive, anxious to be as far from there as she could manage. Her hands clenched the wheel like it was life itself.
Oh, Don, darling, darling . . . I did it for us! For you and me and for your baby!
But Diane couldn't help asking herself again and again . . . Had she saved her marriage or just nailed the last nail in its coffin?
CHAPTER FIVE
Don was the best customer in the bar. In fact, he was the only customer, but he seemed to be trying to make up for all those who were doing their duty at the Reserve meetings or playing cards, and fraternizing with their brothers down at the Moose Lodge. It was his fifth quart-size frosted mug of cold draft beer and he was noticeably pitched at a steeper angle over the wooden table scored with thousands of names and telephone numbers, some dating to the days when three digits was all the tiny town boasted. He knew how much Diane hated this place because of its well deserved reputation as a hangout for the town hell-raisers, but he didn't care. Besides, he was well on his way to another rip-roaring drunk.
He was in one of those stupid self-pitying moods that often come after the one-drink-too many, the kind you hate yourself for but you can't do a damn thing about it.
What if he had it all to do over, he wondered. Where would he be if he had never piled into Jake's new Chevy that spring afternoon for the drive south in search of a job? Where would he be today . . . rich? He doubted it.
Worse off? Well, that was a definite possibility, without Diane around to keep him out of trouble.
He laughed aloud and the bartender cast him a suspicious look, but Don was already on his own private time-tunnel voyage back a few years . . . back to that crazy night when Lou Ann greeted them in her own special way and welcomed them to Evansboro . . . Where was she now, he wondered. Hah, maybe she married Jake . . . or even Tom! Or both of 'em. She was woman enough to do it!
That nutty spring evening she turned up alone at the big unfurnished house they had rented, pooling their resources to come up with enough for a deposit . . . was it really so long ago? Hell, that was a night. he would always remember as vividly as yesterday . . . with a hard-on!
* * *
"Hey, Don, get the door, will 'ya! I'm trying to take a shower in this crummy little tub!" Jake shouted down from the head of the stairs. Tom was asleep on the floor in the dining room, sprawled on a makeshift mattress of dirty clothes in his undershorts and still sweating in the sultriness of this Carolina night.
"Yeah, yeah, all right . . . maybe it's the mayor with a key to the city," Don muttered irritably. Probably the sheriff, he thought cynically, with free transportation to the town limits.
He opened the door and switched on the porch light . . .
"Hi . . . you must be one of the new guys. I'm Lou Ann . . . Lou Ann Ledbeuer, and I just stopped by to welcome you to Evansboro." Don blinked and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand; he had been half asleep and he wanted to be sure that he wasn't seeing things. There was a slender teenage girl in the doorway, clad in what passed that summer for a uniform among the girls thereabouts -cutoff jeans and a man's T-shirt. Only most of the girls deferred to parental displeasure and wore a bra underneath . . . Lou Ann had nothing under hers. And it was excitingly obvious!
"Uh, thanks, Lou Ann," he mumbled nervously. "Do you want to come in?"
She glanced around the empty parlor -there was no furniture, just a few overturned boxes and a single burn-marred mattress. "Well . . . I guess it would be all right," she smiled impishly. When she stepped into the entry hallway, Don got a better look . . . she was at that delicate brink between the innocence of girlhood and the sexy charms of being a grown woman. But when it came to sheer sexiness . . . she was already there. She had a way of looking at you that made your pulse race like a shot of adrenalin, sleepy bedroom eyes that seemed to already be glazed with that heady kind of passion that some women seem to be born with.
She was a brunette, not overly pretty like a lot of extremely sensuous women, and her breasts seemed to be straining to burst through the white cotton sheerness of her T-shirt. Her nipples were hard and quarter-size, pink and crinkly under her thin garment.
Jake came to the edge of the stair rail upstairs, almost directly over their heads and shouted down. "Hey, who was it?"
Lou Ann glanced up first and Don saw her blush, but she didn't look away. 'He followed her line of vision upward and found himself staring up under the towel that Jake had thrown around his hips when he stepped dripping from the shower.
Jake looked down into her eyes and stayed close to the rail . . . he knew what she was looking at and he could read that glistening sparkle in her teenage eyes as well as Don.
"My, my . . . hi there, baby. What brings you to this den of wickedness?"
"I just wanted to welcome you to town," Lou Ann purred. "And I'm glad I came." She was staring right at the long thickness of Jake's cock, already hardening now as they had all been nearly a week without women.
"Come on up, honey, and we'll talk about . . . uh . . . things," he grinned wickedly. Just then Tom stumbled into the hallway, sleepy and disoriented. He saw the pretty young girl standing there and did an abrupt about-face, still in just his jockey undershorts.
"Oh, don't leave . . . I'm not embarrassed if you aren't."
She turned with a wink and started upstairs at Jake's invitation with Don and Tom right at her heels like faithful puppies. It was almost too fast, too unexpected, and they just looked at each other in wonderment and disbelief . . . was this a joke? A trick played on them by the town fathers? Or a setup? Was there a car full of deputies outside waiting to rush in and bust them for some unspeakable sex crime?
Only Jake rose to the occasion . . . he was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, whatever the circumstances. He tucked the edge of his towel inside the rest, but the bulge of his erection beneath it made it spill from his hips, leaving him naked right there in front of the young girl.
Coolly, she reached down for the towel at his feet and handed it to him. "I think you dropped this, honey."
"Thanks . . . but maybe I won't be needing it, right?" He cocked his head and looked sideways at her, trying to gauge her response before he went too far and found himself in trouble.
He reached out to her and took the bottom of her T-shirt in both hands and began to pull it up her slender girlish body. She merely looked at him with eyes smoldering warmly with adolescent desires.
He lifted her shirt until it stopped just under the firm curve of her ripely formed breasts, exposing the flat suntanned plane of her belly and the tiny dipping cleft of her navel. She looked at him wordlessly, but a dozen carnal thoughts and desires passed silently between their eyes . . . and she slowly raised her arms over her head in naked, unquestioning submission.
"You've seen all my secrets, Lou Ann . . . now I ought'a get a look at yours!" he breathed excitedly as he tugged her T-shirt up and over her breasts and then along her arms until she was naked to the waist. She crossed her arms sullenly, not over her breasts as most girls might have, but under them so that their ripe fullness was lifted even higher and her nipples turned up at him.
Don and Tom merely stood by speechless, their eyes bulging with excitement as they ogled the half-naked teenager who had popped into their lives so mysteriously and suddenly. She was slender but nicely built, with full delicious boobs that stood high and proud without her added support, the kind that never needed a bra.
Jake opened the snap of her beltless jeans and pulled them down over her trim girlish hips. Once clear of the slight bulge of her upper thighs, they fell to her ankles and she kicked them clear of her bare feet without looking down . . .
"These too," she whispered, her voice strangely hoarse with the rising heat of her girlish passion. Her fingers were in the waistband of her crisp white panties and Jake took them in both his huge hands and tugged them free . . . until she stood in front of the three men completely naked, like a teenage Venus!
She looked at Tom and Don, her face blushed with color but her composure hardly rumpled. "It isn't polite to keep a lady standing around alone with nothing on . . . how about you fellows? Or maybe you're bashful?" There was a mocking tease in her voice that only a budding adolescent can manage with aplomb . . . and Lou Ann managed it fantastically!
"You heard her, guys . . . get your clothes off before you hurt the young lady's feelings!" Jake laughed, already naked from his shower.
"Oh, I don't . . ." Don started to protest, but Jake silenced him with one cutting glance. Don was no coward, but Jake was the undisputed leader of the threesome, and both men knew that dealing with his temper would be far worse to endure than a brief moment of embarrassment. They undressed, Tom first since he only had his undershorts; Don discovered that he wasn't embarrassed at all . . . maybe it was something about Lou Ann's rousing sensuality, but he felt urgently proud of his nakedness, strangely exhibitionistic.
"A little closer, baby," Jake hissed at the small lithe teenager. "Let's see if you're just a prick-tease or what." He pointed to his cock and pushed down on her shoulders -he expected a fight, for after all she was still a country-town girl, but Lou Ann was no newcomer to satisfying men. She had had lots and lots of experience, most of it in the back seats of cars with three or four of the local high-school boys.
She winked mischievously and dropped to her knees, so close that the pink-tipped nipples of her breasts rubbed lasciviously down his hairy legs as she settled herself subserviently at his feet.
"Like this, honey?" She took his fully erect cock in her small anxious grip, squeezing it and easing back the fleshy thickness of his foreskin until the purplish, blood-engorged knob at its end came into view. There was a single glistening drop of semen there at the tiny glans and she licked it from his penis with a single teasing swipe of her small pink tongue.
"Yeah, sweetheart . . . just like that!" he coughed, 'grabbing her head around her ears and shoving his cock forward in one cruel savage lunge that speared right into the choking warmth of her throat . . .
Lou Ann gagged and shuddered and managed to talk around the thickly swollen erection that held her tongue to the floor of' her mouth.
"Take it easy, honey . . . I'll suck it! I'll give you one helluva suck, baby! Just don't get mean!" she implored, holding his cock with both hands and licking it tenderly with her tongue. "But how about your friends . . . they might feel left out!" . . .
"Yeah, that's right . . . come over here closer, you guys. Lou Ann thinks she's a match for the three of us!"
They moved in close around the kneeling naked teenager, their cocks inches from her face, and she took both of them in her warm gentle grip, one hand on each throbbing prick, and began to lovingly stroke them, back and forth, in a rousing hand-job that brought groans of pleasure to both the naked young men.
Lou Ann began to suck ravenously on Jake's lust-stiffened cock, swirling her tongue around the face-fucking thickness of it as it levered in and out of her ovaled lips. Her nose pressed into the thicket of pubic hair at its base and she managed, with only infrequent coughing chokes, to accommodate all of his good-size cock.
"That's the way . . . all three at once! And don't stop when I cum baby! I wanna' feel my load going right down your throat!" Jake hissed in feverish passion, his hands gripping her head and moving it back and forth on his distended erection as her lips and tongue moved incitingly around his prick.
She moved her head from side to side, turning her lips around the stiffened thickness of his prick as it slithered down her throat. Gurgling noises of animalish passion rippled from her lungs and her breasts danced nakedly as she wriggled at his feet, on her knees in a kind of circle between the three men.
Jake loosened his grip on her head, confident now that she needed no further roughness . . . Hell, she wanted it! She sucked his cock like an all-day sucker, licking and pulling at it until he moaned with exquisite pain.
He could feel the sharp ridges of her bottom teeth as his cock drew over her lips; her top lips curled in over her teeth and he could feel the taut elastic grip of her mouth around his achingly stiff cock.
His balls swung heavily, fast swelling to weighty fullness with the rising heat of his lust, and they bumped against her chin as she gulped and choked to get all of his cock between her ravenously sucking lips.
Lou Ann nuzzled her nose in the fleecy curls of his thick pubic hair, like an animal nosing its food before eating it, and her nostrils flared as she savored the virile pungence of his sweaty pelvis.
Her long tongue managed occasionally to squirm along the underside of his cock to lave caressingly at the leathery flesh of his balls and a grunting acquiescence rumbled in her throat as she sucked and sucked, 'hardly managing a breath as she gulpingly drew him closer to the gushing luridness of his climax.
Don looked down at the naked slender teenage girl at their feet, his loins heated with the carnal passions of this furtive act . . . it was so wildly spontaneous, so forbidden, that he had to clench his buttocks to hold back his ejaculation as she delicately pumped the length of his prick with her clenched fist.
Suddenly, Jake started to curse . . . a long, mindless spiel of empty curses and foul-mouthed obscenities as his pelvis began to hump back and forth in rapid staccato thrusts that signaled the onrushing flood of his viscous sperm.
His head went back and his voice seemed to spit from between his lips.
"Shit, shit . . . don't stop suckin', honey! I'm gonna' cum right down your throat! Yes, now . . . now!" He shuddered visibly and a groan of ecstasy started deep in his muscled belly and rippled up his chest until the empty house echoed with the impassioned moans of his naked, ball-emptying lust!
Lou Ann began to choke, but she managed to keep his gushing, flailing cock in her lips without missing a single stroke with the other two men. His cock stiffened and throbbed upward, pushing up against the roof of her mouth as his ejaculation neared . . . it started with a pulsing deep in his balls that she could feel against her chin, and as the rushing cum seared up along the length of his prick, she tensed and readied herself . . . until it began to spurt wildly down her throat, great gushing torrents of rich, cream like sperm that rushed hotly in great gulping mouthfuls into her belly.
On and on she sucked, grunting and moaning around his cock, and when he had emptied himself down her teenage throat, she waited long enough to lick the last traces of his semen from the sensitive purplish head of his now-flaccid prick.
Jake shuddered and then sighed with bestial relief as his rubbery prick slipped wetly from her mouth and smeared her lips and chin with the sticky remnants of his lust.
Suddenly, she turned her head to Tom's naked pelvis, still pumping lovingly on Don's cock, and the two men moved closer together, almost side by side, as she began now to finish the hand-job she had started . . . with a lip-smacking hungry suck!
Tom was momentarily stunned by her eager wantonness, but he quickly began a deep-thrusting tempo of face-fucking thrusts that brought tears of joy to the ravenous young brunette's fluttering eyelids.
He was close already just from watching her give his buddy head, but now he was nearly there . . . just the delicious warm sensation of her mouth closing around the achingly hard pole of his erection brought him almost to the shuddering brink of climax. And when her tongue began to swirl hotly around his cock, it was all over . . . and another mouthful of heavy rich cum sloshed down the young girl's throat! And still she wasn't finished . . . incredibly, she wasn't getting off her knees until she had brought them all the bliss she savored . . . the ecstasy of their viscous sperm gushing down her man-hungry throat!
"Look at her go! I'm a son of a bitch if I ever saw anything like it!" Jake admitted, his eyes bulging with disbelief as he watched her now go for Don's long thick cock.
Her eyes were closed as she sucked it between her ovaled cum-moistened lips and Don could feel the heat of her mouth around his desire-bloated prick, and the sloshing wetness of the other men's ejaculations still staining her lips and throat.
But that lurid incitement only added to the flames of sadistic lust that he felt in his belly and he grabbed her head and began to shove his cock hurtfully and mercilessly down her throat as she gasped and choked on the gagging stiffness. But she managed to swallow and relax her throat muscles and his cock slithered hugely down her gullet, lubricated obscenely with the viscous leavings of his buddies.
And when he came, it was in bucketsful, great heaving spurts of sperm that added to the sloshing luridness already in her tiny young belly. She could barely breathe, but she sucked and swallowed until he was completely drained. and then and only then did she relax, sinking exhaustedly to the floor in a crumpled, naked heap.
Jake was ready again now, and he began to roll her onto her belly, struggling to lift her near dead weight until she was on her hands and knees. She finally summoned the strength to aid him and she lifted herself and pushed her naked buttocks out at him in naked submission. The three men looked down at her on her knees there on the floor . . . already, her pussy lips were pouting and distended, moist and beaded with glistening dewdrops of girlish excitement.
"Yes, yesssss . . ." She was whimpering animalishly, her naked bottom waving and wriggling from side to side. "Fuck me . . . all of you! Fuck me until I can't stand up!" * * *
Don laughed over his beer, trying without success to envision Lou Ann as a contented housewife with a couple of kids and a color TV to watch the soap operas on., It was a hopeless attempt . . . he could only imagine her naked and screaming with a cock between her legs, for that was the only way he saw her for three full days, until a sheepish, humiliated younger brother came with a message from her widowed mother.
Lou Ann laughed at the note, but she was soon on her way, out of his life for good, as by that time he had met Diane and was beginning the downhill-run of their courtship. And the marriage that seemed so close to bottoming now on the shoals and tearing itself apart like a gutted ship.
"You'd better take it easy on that beer, honey," the waitress purred, leaning so close that he could feel the rising heat of her ample bosom. When he turned his head, he could see right down between her large full breasts, into the tempting depth of her cleavage.
"Why? I came out to get drunk . . . and drunk I'm gonna' get!" he roared loudly, his voice sounding especially raucous in the big empty room.
The bar had a kind of Country and Western decor, complete with a jukebox filled with the latest out of Nashville, and one whole wall lined with autographed photos of C & W names, souvenirs of the owner's frequent trips to the home of country music. He liked to brag that he had spent about as many nights at the Grand Ole Opry as Grandpa Jones.
"I wasn't worried about you gettin' drunk, honey, but I didn't want the missus storming in here and blaming me. It wouldn't be the first time."
Don looked up fiercely but ruined his image with an unexpected burp. "Excuse me . . . maybe you're right, I'd better slow down. What time is it, anyway?"
"Almost nine . . . another hour before the crowd comes rushin' through those doors," she said almost woefully.
"Shit, I'll be flat on my ass in a half hour . . . but I did want to see my buddies," he mumbled thickly. He could feel her standing close to his side, close enough for his bare arm to sense the warmth of her curvaceous female body.
She took off her cocktail apron and tossed it casually onto the table beside him. "C'mon, handsome . . . let's go get some coffee and maybe you'll be in shape for another round."
Don started to argue hut realized that it was stupid so he pushed his chair back with his legs and stood up, bracing himself uncertainly against the edge of the table against the dizzying reeling that he knew was sure to follow . . . it did.
"Whoa, baby . . . maybe I'd better let you kinda' prop on me. C'mon, we can do it together," she purred. Don fell against her, resting a lot of weight on the tall bosomy blonde. She was strong and apparently practiced at maneuvering unsteady drunks, for Don found himself moving along quite briskly as if he had had nothing to drink at all. He missed the wink that she aimed at the bartender as they slipped amiably out the side door and onto Maple Lane.
Don instinctively started to turn left, toward
the Blue Plate Diner that was also the town's contract bus station and consequently was open all night. It was the only place open after nine and usually a few late-nighters straggled in for a cup of day-old coffee or some greasy eggs and bacon and cold toast.
"No, honey . . . this way. No sense spending money in that dump when I've got the best coffee in town right over there." She pointed to an old wooden house covered with asphalt siding and split down the middle into two railroadflat apartments. Don tensed a little, his muddied thoughts gelling as he realized that he might be making a mistake. He was no hometown boy like the rest of the yokels around here; he had lived in enough big cities to recognize when he was being taken. He stopped dead in his tracks on the sidewalk, but the woman seemed to read his thought.
"I know, I know . . you're wondering why I'm doing this," she whispered though there was no one else on the street. "Well, I'm wondering myself, but let's not ask questions. By the way, my name's Lucy . . . what's yours?"
"Don . . . Don Willard," he grinned boyishly. "And I'm ashamed of myself for thinking what I was thinking."
"It couldn't be any worse than what I'm thinking, honey," she giggled.
"No, not that . . . I ain't ashamed of thinking that. That's only natural with a good-lookin' woman like yourself. I was thinking something else . . . that you might be settin' me up to get rolled."
"Rolled? Oh, baby, you cut me deep . . . do I look like a criminal? is this the face of a criminal, honey? Are these the lips of a thief?" she teased. Don leaned close to her and kissed her lightly on the lips and felt her shiver anxiously beneath her tight-fitting barmaid's outfit, a one-piece dress cut high on her voluptuous thighs
The house was cluttered and in need of straightening but not dirty. Don was pleased, for there was little that he hated more than a dirtied woman's apartment, smelling of soiled panties and stockings and littered with tissues smeared with lipstick and crumpled undergarments Lucy's place was nothing like that; in fact, it even seemed to have a pleasant fragrance all its own, which he soon attributed to the vase of freshly cut flowers that sat on the dining table.
"Sit anywhere you can make a spot . . . I'll go put on the coffee," she said and turned to walk down the hallway that formed one whole side of the apartment. The former house had been split exactly down the middle, and the central hall, a feature in most of the area's old homes, had been halved into two narrow corridors framed with incongruous imitation walnut paneling.
Don watched her as she walked to the kitchen, the first time he had seen her in anything brighter than the dim light of the bar. If anything, she improved in the light . . . she was wearing no slip beneath the summerweight dress and when she paused in the kitchen doorway -deliberately? -he could see the stark outline of her thighs and hips beneath her clothes. It was strangely exciting, maybe more so than if she had been naked, and Don found that he was watching eagerly, hoping that she would turn sideways so he could get a glimpse of her large full breasts as well. She was older than he was, though only a few years. Not enough to be called an "older woman" but enough to be mysterious and exciting . . . Where had she come from and what had brought her to Evansboro? And why was she working tonight, of all nights, there to be with him as he pondered the inevitable destruction of his marriage. Was it fated? Was there the hand of Someone else involved? He could only shake his head and wonder . . . and at the same time, he knew that he would never know the answer. Or that he would want to.
She came back with the coffee in a few minutes and he took his cup clumsily, nearly dropping the saucer when he forgot to grip it as well.
"You'll feel better when you get some of that stuff in you," she said. She held his hands with her own, steadying his shaky grip as he sipped the strong black brew.
He knew coffee was a joke when it came to sobering up a drunk. What was the line -Give coffee to a drunk and all you get is a wide-awake drunk! But still he felt better, more human, after a few swallows of the thick black coffee had settled uncertainly in his stomach.
"Aren't you having any? I hate to drink alone," he joked and then promptly proceeded to spill a trail of dark staining coffee down the front of his shirt and trousers. "Damn . . . I knew I was doing too well."
"Well, no harm done . . . just get out of those clothes and I'll clean 'em up. We waitresses are wizards at things like that. I've cleaned up a lot worse . . . some things I wouldn't even tell you about."
Don glanced around. "Right here?" he asked uncomfortably.
"Sure . . . I was 'married for six years until the bastard took up with a kid with swivel hips and a hunger for older men. I've seen all there is to see," she winked. "And besides . . . you've got on undershorts, haven't you?"
"Yeah, but . . ."
"C'mon, bashful . . . you'd go swimming at the pool with a lot less on, I'd bet. Let's get that coffee out of your clothes before it stains."
Don undressed nervously as she turned away. He felt uncomfortable yet perversely excited at the same time. He wasn't ashamed for her to see him. He knew that he had a nice body, hardened in all the right places from honest work. Only one thing . . . tonight it was hard somewhere else as well!
She pretended not to notice, but she caught the furtive downward glance and the slight turn of her lips as she saw the bulging ridge in his shorts. "Okay . . . I'll clean 'em up and put them in front of the oven to dry."
"Uh, yeah . . . where's the little boy's room."
She turned as she was leaving the living room.
"Oh . . . you need any help?"
"Not this time," he smiled, his cock nearly bursting out of his drawers. "Maybe later."
She winked again. "That's a deal."
She was already back when he finished in the bathroom, emptying his beer-bloated bladder of a night's accumulation of beer. She had loosened the first few buttons on her dress and one or two at the bottom as well, exposing deliciously the rich fullness of her curvaceous breasts and the milky smoothness of her white inner thighs. He couldn't help staring but Lucy didn't seem to mind . . . she opened another button, grinning invitingly up at him as she sat on the sofa.
He watched in rapt fascination as she unbuttoned her dress to the waist and he could see the soft curving swells of her breasts straining at the cups of her brassiere.
"Damn, they're beautiful!" he blurted with out meaning to. "Oh, I'm sorry . . . I guess I was just thinking out loud."
"Don't apologize, honey . . . that's the kind of thinking I like to hear." She finished opening the last button and waved him over to the sofa. "Kiss me, Don . . . kiss me, please!"
He leaned over her and kissed her on the full redness of her lips, smiling and trying to act nonchalant . . . like this kind of thing was everyday to him. The real truth was that he had never strayed in the years of marriage to Diane, not even once.
Don sat on the edge of the sofa and the waitress moistened her lips with a swipe of her tongue, at the same time grasping his hand and forcing it between her breasts. She squeezed her full voluptuous tits in together and he could feel their hotness crushing his opened hand.
Suddenly, she twisted around and stretched out on the sofa, bringing him down on top of her as she reclined. Her legs opened brazenly and then closed around his; he could feel the warmth of her crotch against his upper thigh as the bulging rigidity of his prick insinuated itself against the softness of her bare leg. She wore only panties under the opened dress and he could see almost all of her now, her slightly rounded little belly and her crisp white undies with just the faintest hint of a dark vee-shaped mound beneath them. His stiff erection ached inside his shorts and she caressed it with her thigh until both of them could feel the warm stickiness of his seminal secretions staining his drawers.
"Honey, you've got a nice hunk of cock down there . . . I'll bet it would like to wiggle between my legs, how about it?" she purred invitingly, still rubbing his cock with her leg. She threw her arms around him and kissed him anxiously, with the frenzied passion of a woman without a man, the special kind of almost legendary divorcee passion. Her body twitched in anxious eagerness and her hot tiny tongue wriggled between his teeth and played tug-of-war with his own until he forced his own down her throat. She sucked on it demonically, biting and nibbling at the fleshiness of it as she ground her crotch against his leg . . . the fervent heat of her steaming slit was like an iron against his thigh!
"Oh, baby . . . I can't wait any longer. Get out of your drawers and put it in me. God, put it in my cunt before I scream!" she choked.
Don pushed himself off her warm curvaceousness reluctantly, and modesty made him turn away from her as he stepped out of his jockey shorts. He turned back just as she lifted herself off the sofa and unhooked her brassiere -her breasts spilled free in a cascade of womanhood, huge resilient mounds of naked tit-flesh! She wiggled seductively out of her panties and lay back on the sofa, as naked as a jaybird for she hadn't been wearing stockings in the summer heat. His eyes were drawn to the pink caps of her nipples and he hungered to take them in his mouth and kiss and lick them until she groaned with desire.
She smiled up at him, her breath shallow and irregular as she stared numbly at the rigid beauty of his erection, long and hard as it jutted from his crotch. Her legs parted and Don could see the hair-rimmed slit of her pussy, already pouting and beaded with tiny dewdrops of moistness.
"Mmmmm, baby.. . I knew you'd have a nice big one! I knew it!" she gasped appreciatively and wiggled against the back of the sofa to make room for him.
Don crawled in beside her, resting his hand gently on the warm swell of her hip. His fingers moved down the voluptuous curve to the firm cheeks of her buttocks, smooth and unblemished like a teenager's behind. She was hot and quivering. against him and she hungrily searched again for his lips and kissed him with renewed animalish desires.
"Oh, hurry, lover . . . we don't have a lot of time and I want you in me as long as I can have it!" She reached down between their naked bodies until her trembling fingers brushed the blood-engorged thickness of his erection. Her fingers encircled it tenderly, lovingly and she squeezed it fondly in her palm.
Don groaned from the exquisite pressure of her fingers around his cock. It had been a long time since he had known a moment like this, for marital sex, no matter how good, was never as wickedly thrilling and exciting as a romp in the bed with a stranger. The joy of discovery, the thrill of arousing passion in someone you don't know . . . it was a thousand times better than sex with his wife, and he knew it!
Her aroused feminine nakedness squirmed against him and he shivered at the feel of her bare breasts against his chest. Her wriggling loins rubbed against his and he felt her thighs clamp, hotly around his cock as if she wanted to trap him and hold him for her naked lusts!
Suddenly, she pulled at his shoulders, urging him onto her full squirming nakedness. He obliged willingly and her thighs splayed widely around his lean muscled hips.
"Mmmmm, you're so strong and hard! Fuck me, honey, hurt me with your big hard dick! Hurt me soooo goooodd!" she begged, tears of desire actually trickling from her fluttering eye. lids. Her hands were everywhere, caressing, touching, searching all the secret masculine hollows of his firm muscled body as his prick jutted upward between her thighs. The knobbish head of his cock rubbed incitingly over the pouting moist lips of her, vagina and she squirmed upward against his hard young torso; she ground her. loins invitingly up at him in anxious arousal. She reached between her legs and wantonly spread the fleshy labial lips of her cunt, allowing him greater access to the flowering heat of her cunt.
"Now, lover, now!" she whimpered, beads of perspiration forming on her neck and trickling down between her huge full breasts. She ripped at his back with her nails in an act of unspeakable frustration and wriggled her pelvis under him so that his cock plowed the naked steaming slit of her pussy like a paddle through rich warm cream!
She had to have him . . . she had to have him now!
Her legs moved hungrily open and she doubled her knees back hard against her breasts. Her legs snaked around his hips and tightened against the sides of his firm youthful body.
"Oooohhh, yess! Yes, now . . . now, lover! Put your big cock between my legs, honey . . fuck me! Fuck me 'hard!" she cried, her 'lips trembling and her eyes clenched shut as she suffered through that moment of every woman's passion . . . the instant before penetration when it doesn't matter who her lover is, or what his color or shape or age. All that matters is that thick hard piece of meat dangling between his legs . . . all that matters is his prick!
Don, tried, to reach for his cock to direct it between the soft pink lips of her pussy, but Lucy was so anxious that she beat him to it . . . both her hands surrounded the lust-stiffened flesh of his long hard cock and worked its purplish head into the naked warmth of her cunt, spreading the pliant fleshy lips as she moaned in tremorous passion under him.
He gasped pleasurably as he sensed the first nibbling pressure of her labial lips as his cock rode up between her thighs and into the liquid warmth of her twat. He felt her dark fleecy pubic hair around the naked shaft of his prick and he knew that she was ready for him . . . Man, was she ever ready!
"Now, Don darling, now . . . stick it in me!" she shrieked, pounding on his back with her fists and kicking at his buttocks with the soles of her bare feet as her legs closed around him.
He surged into her with the strength of a hard right jab, throwing everything he had into the' deep-thrusting penetration of his lust-stiffened erection. He groaned as he felt the warm clasping grip of her pussy tighten deliciously around the thick' blue-veined ,hardness ,of his cock, and he bored deeper between her splayed soft thighs, deeper and deeper until the head of his prick battered the sensitive depths of her womb and she gasped and moaned in that 'exquisite heady mix of pleasure and pain that's sex at its finest!
"Aaaaawwww, yessss!" she hissed through half-closed lips, clenching and unclenching the muscles in her thighs and buttocks to better squeeze the wondrous stiffness of his long virile cock.
Don gasped and thought in astonishment . . . She's gotta' be thirty-five, maybe even forty, but she's got a twat like a teeny-bopper! Man, what a cunt, what a beautiful tight hot cunt!
Don gasped from the indescribable hot tightness of her pussy as his lust-stiffened erection surged into the yielding heat of her belly. She was SO tight around his desire-hardened cock that he gritted his teeth to keep from yelling, but his deep, skewering strokes soon were lubricated by the gushing warmth of her 'love juices and his deep punishing strokes slithered easily in and out of her rubbery cuntal 'grip, though he crammed every inch of his stiff young cock into her twat until his balls slapped into her hairless butt-cleft.
He hadn't even known her a few short hours before, and less than thirty minutes earlier, he hadn't known her name . . . but now she whimpered and writhed under him with feverish passion, naked and lusting as he lucked her wantonly, savagely. She was as livid and tremorous as a virgin tasting her first inch of cock and she mewled and purred incessantly beneath his weight now as her loins ground salaciously up to meet his deep passion-stirring strokes.
Don wondered if it was all the beer that he had consumed or whether perhaps it was Diane's revelation about the baby. Or the loss of his job that soured him on everything. Whatever it was, he was experiencing a thrilling surge of unaccustomed sadistic desires . . . he wanted to hurt her, to brutally fuck her with his long hard cock until she screamed and pleaded for mercy! And he knew he could do it . . . that age-old story of man's universal dominance over woman. He could hurt her, make her scream and cry, and she was powerless in the sex act to get even. Man would always be victorious, for it was the way of the cosmos . . . man was the master and woman the lust-slave of his cock!
His breath came in deep, furtive gasps and he ground his potent loins down hard against the fervently aroused softness of her steaming cunt. He was surprised at the strength that she possessed, and she bucked and arched under him with amazing staying power, grunting and moaning as she moved toward the screaming cataclysm of her climax!
Her legs strained to hold him, her ankles locked around his back so that they writhed and squirmed as, one, flesh against naked flesh, as every delicious thrust of his hugely stiffened cock brought her closer . . . closer!
She gripped him incredibly tight with the in. sides of her white creamy thighs, scissoring them frantically in rhythm with his brutally impaling thrusts. Her whimpering mews of animalish pleasure had degenerated into a long low whine now as her pore in her body, every cell, every inch of naked flesh, rose in the shuddering crescendo of her orgasm.
Until . . .!!
Her whole body came off the sofa and she began to spasm hotly under him, gasping and grunting, her eyes bulging and glazed. "OH... OH! . . . AAAAGGHHHH! I'M CUMMING, I'M CUUUMMIINNGG!" she screamed inhumanly, rattling the windows in the small apartment. Don was momentarily afraid that her noise would bring the neighbors but he forgot his fears as the moist soft plane of her crotch squirmed under his pelvis with lustful ferocity. He felt the unbelievable feverish heat of her nakedness under him, such mounting torridity that it seemed as if their bodies would fuse together as one, Lucy groaned and choked with the agonizing pleasure of her climaxing desires, her feet rising up his back and her toes curling in the longish length of his hair. She shuddered convulsively, her hips quivering as the carnal gurgling of her lust finally died down in her throat. And finally she was still, very still as if her whole life had ebbed away in the furious exhaustion of her lovemaking.
"Damn, damn, damn . . . I've never had any. think like that, baby! You're somethin' else honey," she breathed, her naked breasts rising and falling as her lungs ached for air. His cock was still hard and still in her cuntal grip, though it felt to him as though he had dipped it in a bucket of heated oil as her orgasmic juices flooded him and trickled down her buttocks onto the sofa.
He started to pull out of her and she grabbed him frantically. "Mmmm, not yet . . let me feel you there a minute longer. Baby, you're still so hard . . . what a lover!"
"Thanks . . . you ain't so bad yourself."
"Oh, but I really mean it . . . Listen, honey, if you can sneak out of the house, you can come see me anytime. Day or night, baby, just ring the bell and I'm yours! You can call me ahead of time and I'll be naked for you . . . I mean it!"
"I appreciate the offer, Lucy," he said, sober now from the sweaty bout of. loving. "But I reckon we'll be leaving pretty soon. I'm getting laid off over at the plant."
"Oh, no! Say you don't mean it. I find one man in this dump who knows what a woman likes . . . and now he's packing up!" she wailed. "How soon? Will I see you again?"
"I don't know. I've got another week at the plant and then . . . well, who knows. There's a problem with the ol' lady."
"You want to talk about it"
"Naw, not really.. . it's my problem and I'll have to come up with the answer I suppose."
She kissed him tenderly and pushed his shoulder up from her. "Take it out, sweetie . . . Lucy's got a surprise."
"Huh?"
"Take your cock out of me and lie down here on the sofa . . . I'll be right back." He did as she said, raising his lean body up and letting his cock slip from her cuntal tightness with a lewd slurping sound of reluctance.
Still completely naked, she hurried from the room and a moment later he heard the sound of a toilet flushing and the water running in the bathroom. She returned with a washcloth and a plastic pail of water.
"Stretch out on your back and close your eyes . . . just relax 'cause this ain't going to hurt one bit." She kneeled beside the sofa and began to wash his genitals lovingly, letting the warm water, scented with bath oils, drip onto the jutting stiffness of his cock, still sticky with her love juices and down between his legs to the leathery heaviness of his sperm-laden balls. She washed him everywhere, his balls, his cock, his thighs, even the hairy furrow of his ass, and through it all Don sighed as her fingers deftly went about their loving task.
She put the pail and cloth aside and began to lovingly stroke the fleshy outer skin of his cock, rolling it up and down between her fingers until Don was sure he would come in a geyser of white sticky semen. His pelvis began to move up and down as she pulled powerfully at his blue-veined rigidity, bringing groans of cocklust to his lips.
But then she leaned further over him and breathed hotly on the purplish, bulbous head of his prick. Suddenly she licked it . . . a long slow swipe of her tongue that encircled the whole head and moistly laved the tiny slit in the end. She moaned almost as loudly as Don when her lips ovaled around his cock and she took him ravenously into her voracious mouth.
To Don, it was like a warm moist condom being drawn tightly over his fully erect cock and he shivered lustfully as her warmly clasping lips clung to the length pole of virile hardness, encasing his prick in a rousing pressure of fantastic excitement. He nakedly squirmed beneath her as she brought rippling shudders of undiluted lust to his loins.
He groaned under her and pushed his pelvis up, burying his cock in the hot warmth of her throat, for Lucy had that special knack of swallowing just at the right moment. And instead of gagging and sputtering as Diane did the one time that she had tried this, Lucy relaxed her throat and the full throbbing length of his prick slithered down into the exquisite velvety grip of her throat.
Don lifted his head enough to see what she was doing, and see he did! Her lips ovaled wide around the circumference of his naked erection as it disappeared into the moist cavern of her mouth and slid down into the buttery-smooth tunnel of her throat. Her hands as they gently caressed the swollen roundness of his balls. Her nostrils flared as she breathed anxiously, awaiting the gushing eruption of his virile young stallion!
Lucy could feel the bloated pressure of his seething passion against the palm of her hand as she caressed his testicles and her tongue swirled incitingly around and around his prick, her tonguetip flicking teasingly into the tiny slit at the head.
He saw her cheeks hollow with the exquisite pressure of her ravenous sucking, her neck stiffened and veined from the exhausting exertions of her wanton act of fellatio. Again and again she sucked him as though every mouthful of tasty cock was the food that would save her life and every time that she gulped and sucked, his achingly stiff prick was swallowed deliciously down her throat in a slithering thrust of unspeakable ecstasy!
Lucy whined and breathed around the mouthfilling thickness of his cock, her own sexuality rising again in a near-crescendo as she relished the peak of carnal delight that she was bringing this naked man.
Not missing a single stroke in the lascivious fellatial rhythm that she had established, she climbed onto the sofa and knelt over him, sucking his prick even deeper now down her throat. Her muscles there were like a thousand tiny fingers, hotly massaging the naked flesh of his cock and urging him closer and closer to gushing, sperm-spurting climax. She reached under his buttocks and lifted him, sucking frenetically, swallowing and gulping like a ravenous animal as she sucked him with such ferocity that he gasped from the exquisite pain. "God, Lucy . . . here I go Now, baby, now suck it, honey, I'm gonna' cum right down your throat!" he coughed as she lightly squeezed his balls, milking the seething sperm up from his scrotum and along the long thick stiffness of his penis. He gasped and choked under her slavishly erotic sucking, her tongue and lips working at a feverish pace around his blood-engorged cock. And then he came . . . with the gushing ferocity of a stud bull!
There was a single spurt to clear the way, a rushing mouthful of sperm that raced up from his balls along the achingly sensitive length of his cock and sloshed from the head into the hungrily gulping depths of her throat. Lucy nearly gagged on his orgasm, amazed at the bulletlike intensity of his erupting sperm, but she managed to swallow every drop of the precious life-giving liquid, her cheeks hollowing to accommodate his enormous capacity. She. didn't stop swallowing until the last solitary drop was down her throat and then she licked his cock clean, giggling as he shivered when her tongue encircled the super-sensitive head.
She stood up, her huge naked breasts swinging like twin pendulums. "Now, honey, now you can get up . . . I couldn't leave you with that hardon. You might'a gone out of here and raped somebody. Get dressed now, it's about time for the rush back at the bar. But your drinks are on me for the rest of the night . . . anything you want, you big-dick rascal!"
CHAPTER SIX
Diane was in shock, numb in that special kind of reaction people have to something so awful that the mind simply refuses to comprehend any longer. It was the kind of glazed-eye numbness that could linger for days or longer . . . but Diane knew that she didn't have even hours to wallow in the luxury of not thinking. She was at home again, somehow, and she had survived . . . that much she was grateful for, though her legs were still wobbly from Red's brutal ravishment and between them there throbbed the aching phantom pain of something still shoved between the ravaged lips of her vagina.
Trembling and wanting a drink or a cigarette or a pill, anything to calm her nerves, she made her way to the bathroom and switched on the light.
"Oh, my God!" she gasped as she saw herself in the mirror. There, staring blankly back at her, was the shame-branded face of an adulteress. Her lower lips still bore the bloodied traces of her flesh-biting passion and her cheeks were tracked with the still moist streaks of her tears.
I have to do something before Don gets home, she thought fearfully, shaking her head in a, near-futile attempt to force her mind to function normally again. I can't let Don see me like this! He'd know from just one look . . . he'd know what I've done!
She turned on the water in the bathtub full force and splashed a handful on her cheeks to hide the trail of her tears. With her fingers still trembling, she undressed quickly, tip-toeing out of the -bathroom only long enough to pour herself a drink from Don's rye whiskey. She hated the stuff but she needed all the courage that she could muster to face the rest of this night . even cheap courage from a bottle.
Diane looked at the pile of soiled clothes on the bathroom floor before she dumped them all in the hamper. She hated them -she wanted to light a match to all of them, for they reminded her painfully of the shameful thing that she had done. In her giddiness, she fantasized that if all the clothes that she had worn to Red's were gone, then somehow the act would vanish from her memory.
A glimpse of rational cognition sparked in her jumbled thought and she realized, with alarm, that she was totally incoherent even in her own mind. What would she be like when Don came home? Would she even be able to talk to him without breaking apart?
Suddenly she remembered something that she had thought of on the drive home and she went into the hall to the full-length mirror, turning slowly and bending from the waist for a better look at her lust-damaged young body.
Jesus, look at the bruises! If Don sees those, I'm a goner!
Afraid and nervous, she climbed into the tub and let her bruised and battered body slide beneath the soothing warm water. The bath had an amazing tranquilizing effect on, her nerves and for a few moments, at least, she enjoyed the luxury of a soothing respite from her nightmares.
Her mind reeled with countless images, as if somehow her unconscious suspected that flooding her with a million jumbled thoughts would save her from the torment of remembering the events of this night.
Most of her thoughts were of Don, of the first weeks they had enjoyed together, and she got the uneasy feeling that, like a drowning person, the best of her life was flashing before her eyes . . .
* * *
"There's a whole bunch of 'em, Diane! Three or four at least, and they've all moved into the old Raynor place until those new apartments are finished out by the school." Lou Ann Ledhetter, the town's closest runner-up for the title of tramp, was wide-eyed with joy at the prospect of three new men in town. She had to be . . . because all the rest of them had had her and now no one would go out with her unless it was a sneak-date or a dark drive out to Johnson's Pond for some back-seat loving.
The teenage blonde was wiggling out of her pleated skirt, part of her cheerleading uniform, and her girlfriend Lou Ann was waiting for her. Diane was called a lot of -names by some of the others for palling around with a girl like her, but she didn't mind. She knew that Lou Ann had her own peculiar set of problems and she liked her despite her trampish behavior. She had tried to change her, subtly at first and then more forthrightly, but nothing seemed to work. So Diane, in her fashion, merely shrugged and still kept her as her girlfriend.
"I don't really care, Lou Ann . . . I'll leave the new boys in town to you. That's your department." Diane often teased her now, but it was good-natured kidding, the kind that can pass between friends without hurting.
"They're not boys, they're men . . . all of them! And they don't know anybody in town. Wow, I wish I could meet them!"
"Why don't you stop by the Raynor house and tell them you're from the Chamber of Commerce," Diane teased.
"Do you think that would work? I mean, does Evansboro even have a chamber of commerce?" Lou Ann was half off the sofa with enthusiasm. Diane laughed until she cried.
"Lou Ann, you're too much . . . you really are! Listen, if you really want to meet those guys, just go over there -in the daytime, and tell them you'd like to welcome them to town, that's all. There's nothing wrong with that, as long as you do it correctly."
Lou Ann didn't answer, but Diane could see from the glazed look in her eyes that her suggestion had struck home.. . or a home run, more likely. She didn't see her for three days; in fact, no one saw her except in the two morning classes that Lou Ann took as part of her Distributive Education program. She worked in the afternoons at the dime store, but she missed work for three days running and they were on the verge of firing her when Diane finally ran into her downtown . . . in the company of three men whom she had never seen before.
One of them was driving a sporty new Chevrolet convertible and Lou Ann was in the middle up front. But it was the quiet one sitting by himself in the back who caught Diane's eye.
Was it love at first sight, she would ask herself later. No, but it was at least hope . . . the hope of some chance of something lasting and special between them. He was nothing like the o guys that she knew from town. He even talked different, not running all his words together like the rural types around here did. But he wasn't from up north . . . Lord knows, Mama would have fainted dead away if she had gone out with a yankee boy, 'cause everybody knew what they 'were like with Southern girls. They only wanted one thing!
His name was Don, Lou Ann told her later, and for days Diane was afflicted with that same ailment that seemed to plague her girlfriend almost all the time. Only it wasn't the same kind of general malady that Lou Ann had . . hers was more specific. Don Willard, to be exact.
He finally asked her out, through Lou Ann's prodding, she suspected, though he never admitted it, and when he took her home -on time, with no arguments- Diane knew that he was the man for her. No hot breath in the face, no pawing and grabbing, just a gentle kiss on the lips like in the movies . . . and when she went inside to bed, her knees were wobbly with teenager love!
A year later, after she finished high school, they were married, and again like the movies, their marriage was consummated on their wedding night, in a resort called South of the Border in South Carolina.
He never asked her, then, whether he was the first, and she volunteered nothing, though the truth was that she had lost her maidenhood to a smooth-talking basketball player from another county hardly a month before she met Don. She eventually told him, and it pained her to see that look of despondency on his face, but he got over it and the subject never came up again.
* * *
But this . . . this was no one-nighter with the captain of a neighboring basketball team. This was adultery . . . and with a man as disgusting as Red Collins, it would kill Don if he found out! No, it had to be her secret, her lifelong cross to bear.
Don must never know, never!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Don took the three steps one at a time, like they were a hundred and he was shaky with age. But with each step up, the front door seemed to move backward away from him, like the house was amusing itself in a sadistic contest with its master as he returned home in no shape to argue.
"Goddamn . . . I'll never make it," he mum bled aloud, not caring whether the neighbors were all watching. "I'll have to sleep out here on the fuckin' steps. Serves me right, I reckon, it's better'n I deserve!"
He made the top step and braced himself around the square pillar that supported the front stoop. He swayed dangerously and once he nearly tumbled backward down the stairs but he caught himself with one arm and a leg around the pillar.
Getting the key in the tiny keyhole was an almost impossible task and it wasn't made any easier by his outrageous laughing at himself and muttering, "Put some hair 'round it, Don, ol' boy . . then y'can find it!"
The living room light was switched on but there was no sign of Diane. He silently thanked Whoever up There was listening to a drunk's supplications and stumbled into the bathroom to undress before Diane heard him and got out of bed. He left his clothes on the floor next to the hamper, forgetting to open the lid and toss them inside next to Diane's, and he edged along the wall to the bedroom like a two year-old practicing walking, step-by-step as he leaned against the doorways for support.
Diane didn't stir as he pulled back the covers and he tried to kneel on the edge of the bed and climb in without disturbing her, but he lost his balance in the dizzying darkness and he fell with a bed-tossing thud next to her.
He lay perfectly still, waiting for her to wake up, trying to stay conscious long enough to sound reasonably coherent. He looked at her, primly clad in her favorite nightie, but all he could see was the hazy image of Lucy the cocktail waitress stretched naked beside him. It was a haunting, shimmering image that seemed to come and go, but it nagged him and gnawed at his soul.
* * *
Oh, Don, I'm so sorry, I really am . . . I'm not asleep, but I want you to think I am. How could I face you tonight, how could I touch you or let you touch him after the sins I have committed . . . I'm not worthy of you any longer, Don, I'm dirty and unclean!
* * *
Don slid under the sheet and stretched out languorously 'beside his wife; when he closed his eyes, the room. swirled drunkenly as if he had fallen onto an all-night carousel and was spinning around and around. He felt his wife's slender body against his, the frail warmth of her nakedness beneath her sheer nightgown, and he cringed away instinctively. Just the thought of making love to her, of trying to make up for his drunken ribaldry, was sickening . . . . How could he make love to his pregnant wife with the same cock that he had used on that shameless tramp from the bar? He wanted to touch her, to caress her and hope for her tender forgiveness, but he stayed away instead, far over on his side of the bed.
And for the first night since their marriage, they slept together as strangers, each with his own private shame.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Hey, Don, are you deaf? That's the third time they've called you on the squawk box!" his friend Eddie shouted to him from his seat on the fork-lift truck that he operated.
Don turned to the source of Eddie's voice. "Oh, I guess I was thinking about something.
. . . Thanks, Eddie."
"Thinking? Man, you must have been unconscious to miss that thing!" Eddie yelled as the loudspeaker was beginning to call Don Willard for the fourth time, the operator's voice showing signs of growing irritation.
His head throbbed with the sick-pain of a hangover, but it wasn't his morning-after-malady that made him miss the message three times running . . . it was his worries about Diane. He had awakened ahead of the alarm this morning and switched it off so that she wouldn't get up to fix him his usual coffee and orange juice. He dressed quietly and slipped out of the house without waking her to catch his ride to work. And all the way there he chided himself for his dishonesty . . . He had to tell her about the night before sooner or later, only he just couldn't bear to spring it on her now. Hell, she was carrying his kid . . . what kind of man would tell a pregnant woman something like that?
He shook his head -slowly, so the throbbing wouldn't become worse- and laughed at himself as he walked across the floor to the switchboard to get his message. You're full of crap, Don Willard . . . what kind of man would even do what you did? You went out and got laid and left your pregnant wife at home? You're rotten, buddy, rotten like bad meat!
"Well, there. you are," the elderly telephone operator said snippily. There was a rumor go. ing around that she was older than Mother Nature, but nobody could prove it. She had white hair that was purple now from countless rinses and a perpetual sneer on her lips like she owned the factory and everyone else just worked here. "I was about to go looking for you. Mr. Collins wants to see you." Don nodded and headed outside to the loading ramp. "Not there . . . in the personnel office."
The bastard, he thought. He's probably going to lay me off ahead of schedule! They can't wait to hand me that pink slip!
Sanderson, the personnel director, wasn't in his office when Don arrived, but Red was there, standing beside the personnel man's big walnut desk. Don winced as he saw the smirking grin on Collins' face and he wanted more than anything to knock his head around backwards, but he knew that he would need a good reference if he hoped to find another decent job.
"You wanted to see me?" Don said coolly.
Was it his imagination, or was Red looking at him strangely, like he knew some special secret? Oh, it's just my imagination . . . I'm getting punchy now that I'm almost out of work. A few weeks and I'll be like those winos down on Main Street, punching at their shadows and flinching every time a horn blows.
"Yes, Don . . . I have some news for you," Red smiled . . . or was it a smirk?
"I'll bet."
"You're off the list . . . you're being kept on . . ." "I'm what?" Don suddenly perked-up. "Just what I said . . . you're not going to be laid off or furloughed. You can keep your job," he said.
Don stammered for words. All his defenses, all his fast comebacks had been shot down by this inexplicable turn of events. "But I don't get it.. . . why me?"
Red laughed nervously. "Well, let's not question the front office . . . now run on back to work."
Sanderson returned to his office once Don was back at the loading dock. "Well, did you do it?" he asked irritatedly.
"Yeah, he's back on the payroll"
The personnel director settled at his desk and sifted through his papers. "I still don't like it . . . it's sure to cause trouble with the other men. But I'll go along with you this once, Red, because I've had no reason to distrust you."
"Right, .Sandy . . . and that business about Mr. Cooley's wife had nothing to do with it, huh?" he grinned.
The personnel director flushed and waved the burly foreman out of his office. "I told you before, Red . . . I was just giving her a lift home and we stopped for a minute to talk. That was all."
Red laughed as he opened the door. "I don't care if you fucked her or not, Sandy . . . but whatever your reasons, thanks for the hand. I'll be seein' you."
He sighed deeply when the foreman was gone and reached for the pint bottle of Jack Daniels that he kept in the locked middle drawer. Only after he had downed a solid mouthful and popped a chlorophyl mint in his mouth did Sanderson breathe easily again. He didn't know what Red Collins was up to . . . but he didn't care. His own secret was safe for another day.
* * *
"Diane, Diane, where are you?" he shouted as he ran into the house.
She hurried from the. kitchen, wearing an apron and wielding a half-scrubbed pot in one hand. "Don . . . what is it? Is something wrong?" My, Cod, he's found out . . . he knows!
"Nothing's wrong, honey . . . I got my job back!" he beamed. "We don't have to leave and you can have your baby right here in Evansboro!"
"Is that all you can say? I just told you all that and you just smile and shrug like it was nothing." His voice showed signs of bitterness and hurt.
"I'm sorry . . . I guess the shock hasn't hit me yet. It'll take a while," she explained weakly. "I'll probably start screaming in the middle of the night when it finally comes home."
"That's better . . . I rushed all the way home without stopping for a beer just so I could tell you." He still had on his work clothes and his light windbreaker and he made no move to take them off.
"You're not staying?" she asked hopefully, though she already knew the answer. It was written all over his face . . . he wanted to get back to that awful bar and those women.
"Uh, no' honey . . . I think I'll just slip back to the Stop-Over for one or two beers. After all, I've got something to celebrate tonight!"
* * *
And that's the way it went for three days running . . . Don would rush home from work, ,sometimes not even having dinner, and then it was back to that bar and his friends. Diane hardly saw him at all, like it used to be when he had to work overtime practically every night. Only then it was for them, for the down-payment on their little house.
Now . . . well, she was afraid to guess why he stayed gone so much, though in some secret moments she was glad. At least she hadn't been faced with the dreaded moment of making love again. He scarcely touched her now, slipping into bed after she was asleep, and hurrying away in the morning without even his coffee. For a couple of days, her relief at being spared the agony of lovemaking with the memories of her adultery still vivid in her mind blinded her to the real situation . . . he didn't want to make love. He was avoiding it as surely as she was that night after leaving Red's.
But like any problem, smothering it beneath the surface was no long-lasting solution. Sooner
or later, like a volcano, it was sure to erupt . . .
* * *
"Diane . . . Diane, wake up . . ."
The voice came to her through a shocking mist of grays and blacks, an overpoweringly sinister cloud that had swirled about her and cut her off from the ones that she loved. In the distance, she could see her house . . . her unborn baby . . . her darling Don . . . but the misty fog obscured her way 'and she stumbled and groped blindly, never quite reaching them, always taking the wrong path . . . until she awoke.
His face came into focus slowly, as through the lens of some avant-garde filmmaker's camera. "Oh, Don . . . I was dreaming. What is it, honey?"
"Diane . . . I know this sounds stupid, but were you in Forest Acres last week? The night I was, uh, at the armory for Reserve meeting?" He looked more worried than angry and in her grogginess she let it slip out.
"Yes, I was there . . . how did you find out?" she asked before she could stop herself.
"A friend. Or that's what he calls himself. Anyway, he came to me tonight at the Stop-Over and told me, in front of some guys from work, that he saw my car in Red Collins' driveway the night before he changed his mind about firing me. They all teased me about it, but no. body knew that it wasn't me driving . . . Were you at Red's that night, Diane? God in heaven, tell me you weren't . . . tell me!" His voice rose in his anguished concern but Diane knew that she had gone too far now to change her story.. the moment that she had dreaded now for days was upon her at last. And strangely, she was almost relieved to let it all spill free, exorcised at last of this awful shame!
"Yes, I was there! Oh, Don, I'm sorry . . . I did it for us! I wanted to tell you, but . . . " A resounding smack echoed through the bedroom as his open palm searingly slapped her across the cheek, knocking her sideways on the bed and almost onto the floor. She caught herself on the edge of the mattress before she could fall.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry!" he cried mournfully, grabbing her and pulling her back to a sitting position." I'm so sorry, honey! The baby, I didn't hurt the baby, did I? Oh, Diane, tell me the baby's all right!"
She smiled crookedly, tears glistening in her eyes. "I'm okay . . . and so's your baby."
"And it is mine, isn't it?"
Diane's face twisted into a fierce scowl but soon relaxed into an understanding smile again. "Yes, its yours, Don. There's no doubt about it."
"How about Red . . . do I get to hear about it now?" he asked bitterly. "Or is that a secret between you two?"
Diane leaned close to him and touched his bare arm. "No, Don . . . there's nothing at all between us except the hate I have for that animal. I went there to see if he would listen to reason, because of, well, because of something that happened once."
"At Sal's, that place that burned down east of town a few years ago?"
Diane's eyebrows raised in surprise, but then she remembered that Evansboro was, and would always be, a small town. A small town full of gossips and busy-bodys. "Yes . . . that's it. I thought, well, I thought he might do me a favor. But he didn't see it that way."
"Did he force 'you to do something, Diane?" Don glowered. "Because if he did, I'll kill him."
"No, honey . . . it wasn't that way. He gave me a choice. And I took it . . . to try and save our marriage. To get your job back for you. But..." "Don't tell me anymore . . not. now." He got up and walked out of the room. When he came back, she saw that he was carrying his bottle of rye whiskey. He took another man-size slug of the strong Canadian liquor and put the bottle down beside the bed.
"Since we're telling secrets, honey, I, too, have got something to confess . .. and it happened that same night!"
He told her about Lucy, everything, and as he watched her face, he saw that the tears dried up and the lines of grief melted into the prettiness of her smile and suddenly he wanted her like almost never before . . . more than Lucy, more than any woman. He wanted Diane, his wife!
"Oh, darling!" she moaned breathlessly as they hugged. She nearly swooned from the ecstatic sensation of his powerful arms around her once again.
He felt the fervent hardness of her nipples pressing against his chest, even through the fabric of his shirt, like two hot pokers burning at his flesh. He took his clothes off on a passionate impulse, stripping to his shorts 'as he crawled onto the bed next to his wife. She pushed them down as she snuggled beside him and they kissed frantically, desperately, as he pushed her nightie up and their bodies could crush together nakedly.
She gasped in his arms as she felt the long. dreaded prodding of his erection as it surged between her thighs. Only now the fear and concern were gone . . . and in the void they left behind, a raging passion that threatened to consume her alive!
Don felt her shuddering in his grip as if she were in the throes of feverish convulsions but it only excited him more. Who cared about Lucy and the dime-o-dozen broads like her? He had this beautiful passionate creature to come home to!
They kissed passionately again and their bodies rubbed lasciviously together, moistened with a misty sheen of perspiration from their anxious arousal. Don pushed his naked wife's legs up and let them drop over his, angling the warmth of her loins tight against his own.
"Oh, Don, darling . . . darling!" she moaned as his fingers moved down over her flaring hips and over the cheeky mound of her buttocks. She clenched her asscheeks closed around his fingers as he searched hotly in the smooth hairless cleft. Suddenly she cried out in rapturous delight as they discovered the pink quivering lips of her pussy. He caressed her anxiously there and she squirmed excitedly against him, her head tossing on her pillow as she grunted and whimpered in frantic incitement. She reached down between them and closed her fist around the turgid flesh of his cock and, with a gasping cry of relief, slipped it into the liquid heat of her cunt. He pushed toward her-as they lay on their sides and she pushed back, swallowing most of his cock between the trembling lips of her pouting vagina.
Don groaned from the exquisite grip of Diane's twat around his burning erection, like a hot hand greased with butter and he pushed a little deeper into her cunt, slipping his thick tumescent prick between the clasping pink folds of her vagina. Suddenly, Diane could stand the wait not a second longer . . . she had to have him, all of his!
"Darling, darling!" she cried as she threw the sheet off of them and swung herself strongly. over him and into a straddling position over her husband. Her head snapped back convulsively as the rest of his pleasure-pole slithered hotly into her belly. Her cuntal lips slid downward
along the naked thickness of his erection until he was sunk to the hilt inside her and she began to lift her buttocks with her slender thighs and move up and down on his jutting stiffness. Her breasts jiggled and danced as she bounced up and down on his loins; a hissing moan escaped her quaking lips with every downward, skewering movement of her naked hips.
Don had never seen her quite this turned on . . . but he knew that he liked it! She was sexuality itself, womanhood in her finest glories, all rolled into one beautiful body . . . his wife Diane!
She was humping him with frenetic delight, lifting herself with the strength of her legs and then shuddering as she dropped her weight onto the upraised, impaling pole of his blood-heated prick. Don could see every inch of his good-size cock disappear wetly up between her legs, nibbled ravenously by the rubbery lips of her twat. Every time she skewered herself on his erection, her head tossed loosely on her shoulders and her hair flailed around her face like a thousand tiny whips and she moaned inhumanly as if possessed by a she-devil!
* * *
What was it that was transforming his wife Diane into a screaming, lusting demoness? Where was the usually reserved girl that he had married? Then one who still blushed like most Southern girls when the sex act was at hand? And what had changed her . . . ?
* * *
"Oh, Don, darling!" she hissed, her eyes clenched tightly shut. "Push up, push up hard!" She was throwing herself down onto his impaling lust-rod with such force that he had to gasp for breath between her passioned skewerings and he feared that the mattress would collapse with the wild savagery of her fucking.
She leaned forward, supporting herself with her hands on his shoulders and he lifted his head enough to capture one of her breasts with his lips. Diane groaned as he hotly kissed her bare, squirming tit and his tongue twirled wetly around her crinky nipple as she pumped up and down ravenously on his cock.
Bit by bit, as the minutes passed, Diane's frantic ravishment slowed into a mellower rhythm of absolute connubial bliss and the passioned grimace on her lips melted into a smile of pleasurable arousal.
She could talk again, though her voice was still throaty with the emotion of her impassioned act. "D-Don . . . tell me about her."
"What . . ."
"Tell me about that woman . . . I want to know about her, what it was like," she breathed gaspingly as she pushed her naked crotch down onto the upraised stiffness of his virile, potent erection.
"I told you. .. it just happened. I was drunk and..."
"No!" Diane grunted with loin-searing passion as she lowered herself hurtfully on her husband's naked erection. "That's not what I mean . . . tell me what it was like . . . tell me about her body. Tell me how you . . . fucked her!" When she said the word, it seemed to hiss through her teeth as though she wanted to spit it out at him.
Don had never seen her like this, not ever, but it was incredibly sensual. Diane was climbing the walls with desire and now she wanted to hear him describe how it was with another woman. Suddenly, he had an idea . . . it was so dirty and cruel that he immediately dismissed it as an impossible fantasy. But then . . . Why not? They say nothing's wrong or dirty if you and your partner enjoy it, so here goes!
"I'll tell you . . . everything. But I want to hear about Red," he teased.
"Oh, Don, do I have to?" his wife cried, still moving up and down on his upraised cock in a slow sensuous dance of naked passion. But she knew in her most secret thoughts that she didn't mind . . . she wanted to tell him. She wanted to talk about it now, to purge herself of the memories that she had borne in lonely solitude!
"Yes, yes . . . he kissed me down there, he used his lips and tongue there . . . ."
"He ate you, say it, he ate your pussy, Diane!" Don blurted.
"Yes, he ate me! He kissed my pussy and licked it and I went crazy! I think I wanted him to fuck me after he kissed me there between my legs!"
"That's what Lucy did to me . . . Man, what a blow-job!. She nearly sucked my cock off! And that pussy . . . shit, she had a pussy like a teenager!"
"It couldn't have been better than Red's cock . . . it was huge!" Diane choked, not certain whether she had gone too far in their wicked new game of lovemaking, but Don only winced and gave her an especially deep thrust with his cock.
She groaned submissively. "But it was nothing like this, lover . . . nothing could beat this!"
"Same here, Diane . . . you're the best! Ride that thing, baby! Pump up and down!"
"Oooohhh, yes, yes . . . stick your finger in my ass while I fuck you, darling Hurt me, hurt me soooo gooooddd!!"
"I'll hurt you, baby! I'll hurt you like you ain't ever been hurt!" he gasped, but it wasn't in anger . . . instead, he was burning up inside with a frenzied kind of searing lust!
He gripped her shoulder with one hand, bracing her in position as he pushed up with his loins, burying his cock savagely into her tremorous belly. His other hand reached behind her and searched along the smooth naked cleft of her buttocks until his fingers found the tautly puckered little mouth of her anus. She groaned anew as his stiffened middle finger prodded at the unguarded muscular grip of her anus . . . then, with a vicious thrust, he shoved his middle finger deeply into the rubbery nether-grip of her rectum.
"Unngghhhh! Yesss, hurt me, hurt me!" she screamed, writhing and bucking over with demonic-frenzy, pushing up and down with her slender thighs, each downward jerk of her hips impaling her on his hugely jutting erection.
His finger probed hotly inside her velvety rectal sheath and she squirmed back onto it animalishly as a rising shrill cry rippled from her throat . . . she was nearing her climax, she was going to come!
"Oooohhh, yesss . . . harder, harder! Fuck me, darling! Stick your beautiful cock in me and make me scream . . . Aaaaagghhhhh!!"
Her naked body spasmed, tautening and releasing, as if she had brushed a high-voltage line and Don felt the warm gushing flood of her orgasmic love juice as it steamed from the lustheated slit of her pussy.
He had held back as long as he needed and when she relaxed, his own spurting climax was added to the oozing wetness in a gush of hot viscous cum!
Diane shivered again as she felt his geyserlike eruption ricochet up into her belly until she glowed inside from the warmth of his sticky ejaculation. Finally, she stopped shaking and leaned over, her breasts close to his lips.
"Kiss them, darling . kiss my tits!" she pleaded and as his lips ovaled around the lust-hardened flesh of her nipple, he felt her amazingly start to quiver with yet another orgasm!
At long last, they were both completely finished . . . sated and relaxed, full of each other, and Diane finally rolled off her husband and onto the bed beside him. In seconds, she was sound asleep, a smile on her lips as she snuggled close to Don's side.
He rested himself on one elbow and looked at her, still naked and uncovered. He was confused . . . confused about himself, about his own sexuality. About Diane and what this sudden change in her desires meant to the two of them . . . but he knew that this would all sort itself out sooner or later.
Don had something else to think about . . the part that he hadn't told Diane for fear that she would have tried to stop him. In the morning, after she was packed for the drive west, he had a stop to make. It would be Saturday and Red Collins' day off . . !.
CHAPTER NINE
He hadn't taken his picture from its reverent resting place for days now, content with the memory of that night to sustain him. He didn't need that faded photograph to fuel his fantasies any longer . . . for he had very real memories of the very real thing!
Read had been up for less than an hour and had just finished a variety-pack box of cereal, sloshing it down with some of the previous night's re-perked coffee.
He looked at his watch -nearly an hour before the preacher's kid was due to cut the grass. On an impulse, he took Diane's picture from the drawer, carrying it with him as he went to the bathroom.
He propped it on the back of the toilet and took his fleshy cock in his hand as he stood over the toilet. It was morning-hard and sensitive, but he began to pump its thick length in his right fist, his eyes glued to the photograph.
Only now, there were no years-old memories of a teasing teenage Diane. There were the vivid memories of Diane's adultery to excite him as his old remembrance had done for years.
He masturbated feverishly, his tongue between his teeth and his eyes half-closed as he remembered that night with breath-taking total recall . . . the smell of her soft naked body . . . the delicate taste of her pussy as he tongued her until she creamed into his lips . . . the tight cuntal grip of her married pussy as he fucked her . . . Mmmm, what memories! What a night!
I'll have to call her soon and get her over here again, he drooled excitedly. She'll do it, I know she will . . . she'll have to if she wants that jerk husband to keep his job! She'll come crawling back to me again like before . . . she'll beg and plead but it'll be the same . . . I'll eat her sweet pussy and fuck her until she can't walk! I've got a lot of years to make up for!
At first, his unconscious refused to admit the irritating intrusion, but after the third grating sound, there was no choice . . . Goddamn it, that kid's an hour early! he grunted as. he stuffed his lust-sore prick back into his shorts. I'll set his ass straight, all right . . . what a hell of a time to bother me!
He was still in his undershorts when Red arrogantly threw the door open. His eyes widened with a strange mixture of incomprehension and surprise.
"What the . . .!
* * *
It was like that drawn-out moment before a head-on collision, that instant that one relives forever, if he's lucky enough to survive. Time seems to stand still, instants become an eternity, and you stand helpless in the face of oncoming disaster and pain . . . but it was no automobile that slammed into his face. It was the revenge hardened fist of Don Willard.
Red would later remember just the horrifying look of vengeance in the younger man's dark eyes, for he never even saw the punch that slammed into his chin from beneath. It was a splendid uppercut, a roundhouse punch that had a hundred and seventy pounds of wrathful husband behind it. And every single pound bounced off Red's chin in a bone-shattering explosion of working man's knuckles against his boss' jaw.
He was standing over him when he came around enough to see.
"You son of a bitch . . . I'll fix your ass!" Red screamed in pain. Only it sounded more like "Yousnfbic!" as his jaw and chin were swollen to the size of a half-grapefruit.
Don looked down at the disgusting sight of the broken man lying there in his undershorts. His cock was half out of his drawers, like an invalid in some rest home, unable to attend to his own hygiene.
"You won't do a goddamn thing, Red. You won't even talk about this because you wouldn't want anyone to know I decked your candy-ass with one punch. But just in case you get any stupid notions . . ." Don knelt down, his face close to Red's. ". . . I know the whole story of what happened to Diane, everything. And I wouldn't hesitate to go straight to the top . . . the president of the company if I had to. And Diane would be right beside me. Just think about it, Red, and thank God I didn't kill you instead."
Don cleared his throat hugely and spit on the cowering man's cheek before he stood up. He walked away without looking back, though he could hear Collins' muffled obscenities at his tail as he walked to the car.
He breathed the air a new man, full of excitement and vitality and charged with the thrill of a new job . . . and a new life with Diane!
CHAPTER TEN
She sat close to him as he drove, like they used to do when she was a teenager and he was the handsome new man in town. He felt powerful and strong beside her and she snuggled under his right arm and nuzzled his shoulder as his hand listlessly toyed with her breast.
"We haven't done this in years, Don," she said softly as they motored along in the late evening twilight. The lights of the city were ahead, an inviting glow on the tree-shrouded horizon, and the highway signs indicated that there were only ten miles to go.
"I know . . . I feel like a teenager again."
"You're sure we did the right thing . . . I mean, just packing and leaving like that. Won't the company be angry?"
"No . . . I left word I was going to look for work. And I'm sure Red'll cover for me."
"Red? Are you nuts, honey? After what . . ."
He pressed a finger to her soft lips. "Shhh just trust me, honey. Everything's under control. Just a few more miles and we'll be at Jerry's house."
"I'm still not sure we ought to impose like this. I mean, we haven't seen Jerry and Irene in years!"
"We're not imposing . . . it was his idea. He told me on the phone to be sure to stay with them. No motels, he said . . . so I'm just following his orders. He's gonna' take me to meet his boss Monday and if all goes well, we'll just have to drive back to pack up our furniture and the rest of our stuff."
"Okay, honey," Diane sighed. "Whatever you say . . . but I hope Jerry and Irene haven't changed too much. They were getting a little strange the last time we saw them. You know, hanging out with that college crowd and all."
"Oh, you worry too much, honey. You pregnant women are all alike . . . worry. worry, worry!"
* * *
"Goddamn it, Irene, can't you get some fucking clothes on! They'll be here any minute! What're you going to do, answer the door in your birthday suit?" Jerry Darby was combing his neatly styled long hair over his ears, adjusting the collar of his expensive shirt as he peered at himself in the hail mirror. Irene, a tall slinky redhead with hair that trailed over her large high breasts, was in the living room with the others . . . two couples, one of them completely nude and the other well on the way.
"Don't yell at me, lover . . . I wasn't the one who invited those hillbillies to stay with us. What you were thinking of, Jerry, I'll never know . . . they'll take one look at this scene and run straight back to Evansboro . . . or maybe to a church to get the sin off their hands."
"I think you're wrong this time, Irene," Jerry smiled. "I remember that little Diane from the first days in Evansboro. I can still recall the way she went after Don . . . and man, what a body she's got!"
Irene jokingly puffed up her chest. "And what's wrong with mine?"
"Nothing, baby, nothing at all, but remember, variety's the spice of life!"
Irene closed her eyes and moaned seductively. "You're telling me . . . Mmmm, Doug's in there with that skinny wife of his and he can't keep his hands off me. But you had to go and invite a couple of yokels to dull the fun!"
"But I told you . . . Don knows what to expect, I filled him in on the phone and he sounded ready enough to me."
"Don, maybe . . . he always was a swinger at heart. But what about Miss Southern Belle of seventy-four . . . do you really think she's going to waltz in here and buy this whole swap scene like there was nothing to it? I'll bet you a week's paycheck that she's never been laid except by Don, how about it?"
Jerry grinned impishly.
"You bastard! You didn't! She was engaged to Don the whole time you knew her in Evansboro!" Irene protested, her hands on her girlish hips and her freckled nose quivering.
"No, I didn't . . . but that doesn't mean I didn't want to. Anyway, we can stop arguing about how it's going to go. I think I just heard another car outside . . . now, will you get some clothes on so you don't scare them off?"
"No . . . if they're ready for this, then they won't mind. I'll be in the living room with the others!" she pouted, then hurried off before her husband could grab her and make her get dressed. Her breasts jiggled as she ran to the living room and closed the door behind her and her heart-shaped behind seemed to be taunting him as it disappeared behind the closed door.
He opened the front door before they rang the bell. "Don, how the hell are you?" he gushed to his ex-roommate. "And, Diane . . . looking even better than ever! Man, you're a lucky son of a gun!"
"Thanks . . . and where's that beautiful redhead you lucked into?" Don inquired, glancing around a bit nervously. Jerry motioned with his eyes to the closed living room door, where the sound of muffled music sifted from, punctuated with an occasional giggle or laugh.
"I hope this isn't an imposition," Diane smiled sweetly. "I mean, it was such short notice and all. You and Irene didn't have any other plans, did you?"
Jerry grinned broadly at his old friend. "You didn't tell her, did you? You old chicken-shit! I knew you wouldn't!"
Diane looked at her husband, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Tell me what, honey? What didn't you tell me?" She tried to smile and act nonchalant, but she had a growing sensation that she was being left out in the cold.
"Go on . . . tell her, Don!" Jerry teased.
"I was going to . . . but the time just wasn't right. And it's still not too late to go to a motel, if you'd rather."
"A motel? But why, aren't we invited to stay here?" Diane asked, puzzled.
"Sure, we're welcome . . . It was Jerry's idea to spend the weekend here, not mine. But you see . . ."
"Go on, chicken . . . tell her about the party!"
"Yes, Don, tell me . . . I'm getting kinda' tired of not knowing what's going on," Diane said irritably.
"Well, Jerry and Irene are having a party, sort of . . . but you don't have to stay if you don't want to." Don was clearly uncomfortable and searching for an easy way out of this spot his bravado had lured him into . . . . He should never have agreed when he talked to Jerry on the phone. Diane was a small-town girl and always would be. This was no scene for her!
"Maybe I'd better tell her, Don, or we'll be out here in the hall all night." He grabbed the pretty blonde's shoulders and moved so close to her that he could feel the warmth of her curvaceous chest close to his. "Irene and I have some friends coming over . . . a few are here already. It's our week for the party, or our weekend, I should say, because some of the gang will be staying over."
Diane was beginning to get the message. "Just what kind of party is it, Jerry?"
"A swap-party, honey . . . an honest-to-God swappers party. And Irene's in there right now with the hots for some kid from the school who looks like he might have modeled for Michelangelo."
Diane took a second to get her breath. She swallowed hard and managed a thin wavering smile. "Okay . . . it's all right with me. It might be fun."
Now it was Don's turn for the double-take. "Diane! Are you sure? I mean, don't feel like you have to go along with this. I was planning to tell you so you could think about it, but . . ."
"But you didn't," she smiled sarcastically.
"Well what're we waiting for . . . let's go join the party!" Jerry exclaimed anxiously, his eyes already coursing hotly over the tempting curves of the young blonde.
Diane bravely held her chin up and followed Jerry through the door into the dimly lit living room. It was nicely furnished in Scandinavian decor and there were candles burning in metal holders over the fireplace; stirring rock music pulsed from four quadraphonic speakers and the room seemed to throb with the deep bass rhythm. But nothing could have adequately prepared Diane Willard for the first glimpse of the lovemaking that was already underway there were five naked people in the room and they seemed to be randomly caressing and groping each other as they all sat cramped on the huge Chesterfied-style sofa.
"Hi, Diane . . . welcome to sin-city!" Irene giggled,. holding a smoldering hand-rolled cigarette in her fingers. It didn't take much guess. ing to know what she was smoking.
Diane gulped and nodded hello as Irene ran through the introductions as casually as if they were all fully clothed and watching television instead of feeling each other in naked arousal!
There was Neal, a college instructor, and his busty, slightly chubby blonde wife, Marsha. Jerry and Irene, of course, she already knew, though she had never seen quite this much of them . . . even Jerry was starting to take his clothes off as Diane gaped incredulously. But the one who caught her eyes was Doug . . . he was built like an Adonis and his slim muscled body seemed to ripple sensuously even when he was standing still. He made his acquaintances and she was certain that he looked at her an awfully long time, then retired to the far corner of the huge living room with Neal's wife Marsha!
Diane watched in bug-eyed amazement. It was all so casual, so matter-of-fact! lie just walked over to her and she got up and walked away with him, her arm already around his trim athletic hips.
"Never seen anything quite like it, huh, Diane?" Jerry whispered in her ear. "Well, we all had to start somewhere. This is only Marsha's second time . . . she's a newcomer like you and Don."
Diane was strangely indignant, for some reason she couldn't quite put her finger on. "And what makes you think we're new at this? Just because we come from a small town doesn't mean we're a couple of rednecks, Jerry."
Jerry smiled indulgently. "Then you do swing?"
"Swing? Oh . . . yes, sure. Life's not that dull in Evansboro," she replied defensively. Don was across the room already, talking to a very naked -and very obvious- Irene. She looked up at him with bedroom eyes as they talked and made no effort to hide her sensuous nakedness. And Diane quickly noted that Don seemed to be enjoying it as well . . . while she watched, she saw him touch her, just a light brushing caress, on her bare hip and Irene looked down at his hand and said something that made them both laugh. Wow, he's not wasting any time! Diane thought. Well, he's not the only one who knows how to play this game!
"There . . . that's what it's all about," Jerry whispered close to her ear, his chest brushing her shoulders. He was still wearing his pants but they were unzipped and Diane suspected that he would be as naked as the rest of them in a few seconds. She followed his line of vision . . . and gasped in spite of herself!
"What's wrong? Don't you swingers down in Evansboro go in for the more exotic stuff?" he teased.
Diane couldn't take her eyes away from the naked couple on the thick carpet against the far wall. The light was dim from the flickering candles, but their images were clear enough . . . he was on his back on the floor and she was lying over him. And they were eating each other in an open, unashamed act of sensuous "69"!
"How about it . . . are you going to join in or just be a spectator?" Jerry asked hopefully, his eyes on the ripe full bulge of her breasts under her pullover blouse.
Diane looked over to her husband for some unspoken encouragement or a disproving nod, but she was in for still another surprise Irene had his shirt off already and was running her fingers hotly over his muscled chest. Diane watched as her husband laughed at some shared secret joke and then, though she wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, he started to caress the redhead's bare breasts!
So that's the way it is, huh? Well, two can play at this!
"Sure, Jerry . . . I'm ready," she said bravely, though her chin was trembling.
"Great . . . let me help you," Jerry offered anxiously, already lifting the hem of her pullover blouse. He pulled it up and off, along her arms, leaving just her brassiere before her beautiful firm breasts would be naked and ready for his touch. In a flash, that was gone as well, unhooked and dropped to the floor.
Diane shuddered from the chill, but not from the surge of shame that she had expected. It was true, all she had thought of and dreamed of these last troubled days . . . she was a changed woman, a real swinger now! She wasn't ashamed or embarrassed . . . why should she be? She had the best body in the room . . . it wasn't something to hide, it was something to show off!
"Hey, honey . . . you're all right! You're even better than I'd hoped!" Jerry sighed disbelievingly. His hands cupped her breasts and fondled the crinkly hardening flesh of her nipples with his fingertips. Diane saw Marsha's husband, Neal, move toward his wife and Doug and she watched, expectantly, wondering what was happening. But to her ever-lasting amazement, he merely kneeled beside the lovemakers and began to kiss his wife along her bare back as she sucked the other man's cock!
She saw Irene finish undressing Don, and she looked on in mesmerized arousal as the naked redhead dropped to her knees and began to suck him . . . her cheeks hollowing and her throat gurgling with her feverish passion!
Diane felt the glowing warmth of her sexuality between her legs and the spreading wetness of her own crotch as Jerry fondled her naked breasts. Suddenly . . . like something had triggered spontaneously in her unconscious, she began to squirm and groan with anxious desire . . . she knew what would happen next, and she wanted it. She wanted it badly!
It seemed like another woman who was wriggling out of her skirt and pulling down her pantyhose. Could it be her . . . was she really stripping down to nothing with this man?
But she knew all the answers now . . . there could be no deception, no excuses, for what was going to happen. Her husband's job wasn't at stake, she wasn't being forced into it this time . . . she wanted to do it! She wanted her husband's old friend to kiss her and fuck her while his wife sucked Don's cock! God help her, she wanted it this way!
"Get down on the floor there!" Jerry breathed anxiously as he pulled off his pants. "Get on your knees and you can watch Irene and Don!" Diane's eyebrows rose with wonder as he seemed to read her mind and she did as she was told, kneeling on the thick shag pile that reminded her of Red's house.
Jerry moved up between her bare slender legs and spread her warm clenched buttocks cheeks with his fingers. Diane moaned a throaty surrender to her naked passion as his fingers moved searchingly over the sensitive, pouting lips of her pussy . . . they already pulsed and quivered with ravenous desire and, at his touch she nearly wet herself!
"0000HHH, YESS . . . PUT IT IN ME, JERRY!" she breathed huskily . . . still watching Irene and her husband through the watery blurred vision of her lust-clenched eyes.
Jerry looked down excitedly at the dewlike beads of warm moistness that lined the pink slit of her cunt. Suddenly he gripped his thick, passion-distended erection and pulled the fleshy foreskin back with his fingers. The knoblike head popped clear of its sheath of rubbery skin, already, dripping with semen as it moved close to her hot liquid love channel. He maneuvered the mushroom-capped head up between her naked buttocks and Diane heard him chuckle as she squirmed back in a maddening attempt to clench his hardness with her nether cheeks and pull him into the hot grip of her tightly grasping cunt!
Jerry moved into her gently at first, letting the bulbous head of his prick slip through the tickling fleece of her pubic hair and into the flowering grip of her cunt! He could feel her incredible labial heat envelop his prick and draw him deeper into her pussy, like a warm velvet fist was pulling at him.
She whimpered animalishly as his cock slithered into her hair-rimmed slit and she wriggled back against him in a desperate effort to force every inch of his lust-quenching erection into her belly. She wanted it there . . . she wanted all of it, and she wanted Don to see!
Her naked labial lips, hungrily nibbled at his long hard cock as he rocked it lewdly in and out, dripping warm cuntal juices as it slithered in and out in taunting rhythmic strokes that drove her insane with desire . . . with screaming, writhing adulterous passion!
"P-please, now . . . nowww!"
He gripped the soft resilient flesh of her buttocks, his fingers so powerfully squeezing her that her delicate nether checks were welted with the marks of his anxious desire. Then, with a grunting shove, he pushed all of his desire-stiffened erection between the warmly clasping lips of her moist pussy.
She cried out with a heady blend of passion and shame, her naked buttocks working back against him as she came alive with savage desires. Her hips ground lasciviously around his impaling hardness and she gasped mournfully with a soul-stirring cry of fervent arousal as he began to fuck her with deep, punishing. strokes that swung his heavy, sperm-bloated balls into the cleft between her legs, their fleshiness grinding against the, tumescent pearl of her clitoris. She shuddered and shook with rippling waves of adulterous passion that were visible as they surged along her bare back over the ridges of her spine.
In the flickering candle light, her body seemed to dance with colors almost prismatic as. the light reflected in the sheen of perspiration that covered her young nakedness.
"Yes . . . yes! " she blurted. "Fuck me, Jerry fuck me hard!" Her eyes were open enough to see the nude form of Jerry's wife on her knees at Don's feet. He had his hands on his hips, his head back and was pushing deeply into her mouth, face-fucking her with long delicious strokes that went right down her throat!
Don turned enough to see her and Diane could see his eyes widen in disbelief . . . . I'll show him now! He's looking! I'll show him!
"Harder, Jerry . . . fuck me with your big beautiful cock! Oh, yes, I love it . . . I love it!" she nakedly screamed, grinding her buttocks back onto his cock with near-frenzied lust.
Jerry's hands were on the outsides of her nether cheeks and he spread them apart like halves of a hot buttered roll. He could see the winking little hole of her anus, clenching and unclenching as she squirmed back onto his cock and an idea of such wanton immensity flashed in his brain that he almost shouted out loud. Of course! She wouldn't dare refuse me, not now! She's trying to out-do her husband, trying to show him she's a real swinger! It's perfect . . . man, what a fuck this is going to be!
Diane blushed at the lewd noise of his cock as it slipped from the tight wet grip of her cunt. She groaned and opened her lips to speak, but it was all so quick that she never knew what was happening . . . until it was too late!
With superhuman exertion, Jerry held her asscheeks in position and pulled her back over his cock like she was nothing more than a huge condom. His cock rubbed salaciously over the quivering nether ring of her anus and Diane gasped as she felt the lust-hardened prodding of his prick as it pushed into the naked, vulnerable nether grip of her rectum! If he had taken his time, or even given a hint of what he was going to do, she might have stopped him, but he surged into her rectal tightness like a pile-driver!
She gritted her teeth and tears trickled cooly down her flushed cheeks as she stifled the scream that she, wanted to let explode from her lungs so badly . . . No, I won't! Don'll laugh at me, they'll all laugh at me! I won't scream! I won't!
Through the stinging fog of tears, she was only vaguely aware of the others moving closer for a better look, forsaking their own sensual pleasures for the vicarious thrill of watching Jerry with this beautiful new blonde . . . watching him sadistically sodomize her while Irene gave her husband the blow-job of his life!
They all watched as the blue-veined stiffness of Jerry's long hard cock worked between her buttocks cheeks in a deep-thrusting tempo that, brought incoherent gurgling noises from the hapless blonde's trembling lips. Jerry slaved over her nakedly grinding ass with feverish ecstasy, groaning from the exquisite pressure of her rubbery nether grip as her rectum clenched tightly around his prick.
His hips moved in a rhythmic movement, each backstroke of his pelvis, drawing his cock from the fleshy pink grip of her rectum as Doug and Marsha, and Neal leaned close for a wide-eyed look. The moist softness of her rectal flesh was pulled, still clinging, from inside her, only to be roughly crammed in again with his next skewering lunge.
She choked and gasped for breath, as if his huge cudgel-like cock had filled her completely in its unnatural invasion, but everyone -even Don from nearby as he watched disbelievingly -could see her growing shameless arousal as she began to hump back onto his sodomizing cock, working her ass in tiny concentric circles of rising passion around the thick, blood-heated pole of his prick!
"Mmmmm, Jerry . . . It's so big there in my ass! It's so big . . ." She was babbling mindlessly now, her eyes clenched shut as if nothing else in the whole universe mattered except the delicious ass-fucking that her husband's friend was giving her!
Naked squeals of carnal ecstasy rippled from her throat and her skin tingled with goose-bumps as he fucked her again and again . . . long deep strokes that seared heatedly right up into her belly!
Her ass was moving in a sensuous grinding dance around the thick, lust-engorged length of his hung-like cock; her buttocks cheeks clenched and unclenched with naked ferocity as they milked wantonly at the lust-pole of his virile manhood. She was squeezing him incredibly and he groaned with every sinewy clenching of her ass around his aching prick.
* * *
Don could see it all, like a super-dirty, X-rated movie. Only this fantastic, sexed-up girl was no actress working for money . . . this was his wife, Diane! He found himself gripping Irene's head like a melon and pulling her face hard against his loins as she sucked his cock deliciously. He shook his head slowly as he watched his wife's wanton performance. Half of him screamed for some kind of moral sanity . . . demanded that he stop this and run to take Diane away from this whole scene before it was too late. But the other half, in a louder voice, urged him on . . . and he already knew what urge he would obey. He wanted to watch her get fucked out of her mind . . . and he wanted to cum right down Irene's cock-suckin' throat while he watched Jerry screw his wife!
* * *
"Oh, Jerry,. Jerry . . . fuck my ass! Fuck it hard!" she panted mindlessly as the others laughed at her sudden metamorphosis; They had known in advance what this brutal sodomization would do to her eventually . . . that sooner or later the hurtful sadistic thrusts would intrude on her unconscious and drive her mad with masochistic hunger! She was wild with a burning, screaming cock-hunger now and nothing would quench it but the thrill of Jerry's virile erection gushing into the ravenous nether grip of her asshole!
Diane heard their voices, heard them laughing at some private humor but she never, really suspected that it concerned her. Who cared if they laughed . . . she was getting what she wanted -seven inches of rock-hard cock up her tail!
But suddenly there was someone's hands, on her, someone besides Jerry . . . she opened her eyes to see, but before she could comprehend, she was lifted bodily by a pair of strong masculine arms . . . and was flat on her back, her asshole still stuffed with Jerry's upraised cock as he lucked her from below!
"Atta'boy, Jerry . . . you never missed a beat!" a feminine voice exclaimed.
"Now, Doug . . . let's see this sandwich routine. I never saw it except in a movie!" It was Marsha, Diane guessed, for it was a woman's voice that she didn't recognize. She was still confused, her eyes darting from face to face as the others leered down at her. Their features, in her blind sodomistic lust, were distorted and inhuman and she whimpered fearfully as Jerry pumped thrust after thrust of naked, glistening cock up her ass.
Suddenly she knew what was in, store for her . . . and she tried to scream but the cry stuck in her throat like bad meat. They were going to fuck her together . . . Doug and Jerry were going to fuck her at the same time, one in her cunt and the other hugely in her rectum!
The handsome Greek-God crawled over her, his legs between hers until he pushed her thighs back, pressing her legs down into the crushed softness of her breasts. He did a kind of powerful push-up over her, the muscles in his Adonis-like body tautening as his long hard cock slid up along the moist slit of her pussy until he felt the soft fleshy lips yield to his insistence and he dropped his muscular loins to hers, sinking his cock in a single, slithering thrust . . . right into her belly!
"Unngghhhh! God, I can feel both of you inside me! Both your beautiful hard cocks so hot and thick inside me!" she grunted as the two men developed a joint rhythm of pagan lust as they buffeted her cruelly between them, impaled on their poker-hot cocks!
"Aaawww . . . aaaawww!" she bawled as she ground alternately up and down, taking everything they could throw to her, every inch of their long, deep-thrusting erections. She had her arms around the young man on top of her and she began to kiss him mindlessly, her lips wetly caressing his lips and his cheeks and neck as the flames of her passion consumed her with masochistic desire!
Both of them could feel the wildly erotic sensation of sharing her love-channels . . . Doug in her flowering vagina as Jerry thrust up from below, sodomizing her savagely with long, punishing strokes that seared deeply into her insides. They could feel themselves inside her, their twin, hard cocks separated by just the membrane between her rectum and the clasping pink wetness of her pussy. Without intending it, just in response to the naked primeval rhythm of their wanton act, the two naked men developed a tempo of sandwich-fuck incitement. They pushed her back and forth between them, first Doug in a deep cock-thrust of his long youthfully rigid prick that bored deep in her lust-tautened belly. And then Jerry from under her, pushing his prick up into the nether grip of her rectum as she clenched at it with the fleshy cheeks of her bottom!
She alternated passionately between them, squirming down onto the upraised stiffness of Jerry's erection, then salaciously grinding her loins up at the young naked man's glistening prick as it bored relentlessly into her belly like a hot poker!
He was young and almost too good looking . . . beautiful really, if that could be used to describe a young man as virile and unmistakably manly as he was, and Diane grabbed at his slender young body, pulling him down onto her and kissing him arousedly.
Oh, I hope you're watching, Don . . . You've got your blow-job from Irene, but look at me, lover! I've got two beautiful cocks in me at once . . . two!
Suddenly . . . she was there. It happened as fast as Doug's unexpected entry, a swelling crescendo of naked passion that suddenly overpowered her and she began to gurgle incoherently. Her body tensed so incredibly that Doug and Jerry feared that something was wrong . . . until the mindless, window-shaking scream of her orgasm blasted from her naked chest . . . "AAAAAGGHHHHHHH! I'M CUMMING, GOD, I'M.. . CCCUUUMMIINNNGG! !"
Her breasts danced wantonly under Doug's feverish buffeting thrusts and she writhed convulsively in an age-old dance of ecstasy as she shivered and choked from her breath-taking orgasm. She pounded powerfully on Doug's bare back, glancing punches that the athletic young Adonis hardly felt and she ground her pert asscheeks down onto Jerry's achingly hard erection with such wanton vigor that he could hardly manage a breath.
"Unnggh . . ." Jerry grunted into her ear and she felt the throbbing jerk of his cock. Their cocks, like the two-pronged cocks of an incubus, were so close inside her that Doug easily felt the other man's throbbing ejaculation, like a big fist tightening inside the writhing blonde, and his own gushing eruption was just seconds behind Jerry's.
Like a twin-headed nozzle, they gushed torrents of viscous, seething sperm into her until she sloshed inside with the mingled flood of their combined orgasms.
* * *
He had held it back as long as he could, and even now his balls ached with a ferocious kind of lust-bloated heat, like some sadist was holding. a blowtorch to his nuts. He grabbed Irene's small head with both his hands . . . he had worked forward so far as she sucked him that she was practically between his-legs now and his thighs closed around her head as he facefucked her to the trembling brink of his cumgushing climax!
His hands clamped over her ears and he pushed his cock deeply down her throat. She swallowed . . . neatly choking . . . and his prick slithered wetly down her throat, lubricated with the warm pungence of his seminal emissions.
"Suck it, suck it hard . . . I'm gonna' cum!" be choked as he watched his wife's wanton performance nearing its screaming leg kicking climax.
His cock was buried to the hilt down her gullet and she could scarcely breathe as, her nose was pressed into the curly thickness of his pubic hair.
Suddenly, with a gasp that hissed between his teeth, Don started to cum . . . His lust-bloated balls exploded their viscous eruption and it raced along the thick, blood-heated pole of his cock. The rushing tide of fellatial orgasm paused for a butt-clenching instant at the end of his cock . . . and then it fired down her throat with a ferocity that choked her as she tried to swallow it all down without gagging.
"Mmmmm, yes, baby . . . yessss! Suck it, honey! Swallow every drop, you cock-hungry bitch . . . nowwww!"
And as the gushing thick cream of his orgasm filled her mouth and throat until it overflowed and trickled from the corner of her lips, he could see Diane's body, her nakedness sandwiched between the two men, still quaking and trembling with the after-shocks of her wild sodomistic revel!
How much later was it? Well, they had no idea whatsoever. It could have been hours, days, even weeks . . . but they were all sated, grins of absolute satisfaction on their lips as they lay nakedly sprawled around the room.
Diane had worked her way back to Don . . . first with the two men and then with Doug alone, followed by a brief bout of sensual lovemaking with Neal that was like dessert after an especially tasty meal.
Where Doug and Jerry were rough and forceful, Neal was gentle and caressing. He was like a poet to their virile working man's coarseness and the perfect cap to an incredible evening that she would long remember.
"Are you mad at me for not telling you?" Don whispered as they sat on the sofa, leaning precariously onto one another.
Diane opened her mouth to speak, but the words just wouldn't form. She smiled and kissed him instead, and Don looked at her small feminine head on his bare chest . . . Oh, honey, I hope I did right bringing you into this. I really hope it wasn't a mistake!
She wriggled as he looked at her and her fingers went down to his sore and battered cock, now flaccid and limp. She teased it mercilessly until it was hard again and then squirmed over onto his lap, placing it deftly up between her thighs. One tiny adjustment, one final wiggle, and he was in her again.
Don smiled thinly and began to fuck her but he couldn't escape the blank expression on her face. She was enraptured with the salacious thrill of his erection up between her cuntal lips and she gurgled with rousing incitement as he pushed hard into the ravaged depths of her warm and clasping vagina.
Yet there was something peculiar about the way that she looked, a kind of strange distant expression that masked her pretty face and made a near, stranger out of his wife.
It took him a while before he recognized it, before he realized what it was that was making her look this way . . . it was the blank nakedness of a woman just before her climax, the emptiness of character that cried aloud . . . I don't care who you are or what are, give me your cock! Give me your cock!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was Thursday before they finally returned to Evansboro, eager to start packing for the movers and anxious to arrange the sale of their house.
Don's job-hunting had paid off and he was scheduled to be on the job at eight on Monday, at a salary that was fully a third more than be could have ever made here at the plant.
They drove slowly down the main street, realizing without emotion that it might be the last time they saw it together, yet they shared the same feelings . . . Had the streets really grown dirtier and narrower since they had left? And had the houses suddenly become cramped and dingy . . . or had it always been like this?
They knew quickly enough when they saw the familiar small-town faces, the same ones they had seen for years . . . they were strangers in their own town.
* * *
After dinner, as they sat quietly in the cramped kitchen of their small home, Diane finally spoke. "Are you going to see any of the guys from work? Other than Red, I mean."
Don did a double-take, then remembered that, after one drink too many the night before, he had told his wife the whole story about what he did to Red Collins before they left town. It wasn't a pretty story now that the heat had died to a slow burn, but he wasn't ashamed . . . if he had to do it again, he would have done exactly the same thing.
"I was kinda' thinking about dropping in for one last fling at the Stop-Over, he admitted.
"And Lucy . . . how about one last fling with her," Diane suggested cynically.
Don smiled wickedly. "Maybe . . . but she'd be sloppy seconds after that bunch we've been with for the last five days!"
"Go on, enjoy yourself . . . you won't be back this way for a long time. You might as well leave Evansboro with a bang. It'll give 'em something to talk about."
Don watched her eyes to see if she was kidding, the way that she sometimes did when she really wanted just the opposite. But this time the look was sincere.
"Okay . . . it sounds good to me. You want'a come along?" he asked, getting up from the table and bumping his knee on the edge of the stove.
"No, you have fun . . . I'll turn in early, I suppose. We've got a lot of packing to do in the morning." She walked him to the door and stood outside until he was around the corner in their car.
She walked quickly to the phone, the glowing heat that was so familiar now already burning hotly between her legs so that it made even walking uncomfortable. This was the first night since the weekend that she hadn't had her choice of men . . . Jerry's and Irene's party had spilled over into a week-long orgy with couples coming and going, some of them coming back three nights in a row. But tonight there was no one, not even Don, and she wasn't keen on spending a half-hour with her fingers between her legs trying to find some semblance of satisfaction alone.
It rang only once before the familiar coarse voice answered gruffly. She swallowed hard and fought back the bile of nausea that sickened her like poisoned food; the memories rushed back in a flood of anguish and shame, but the burning heat of her loins, the knotted tightness of her belly, were more important to the young married woman now.
