The 1971 Chevrolet station-wagon was loaded down like a gypsy caravan. The back-end was stacked from bed to roof with luggage. More luggage, covered by a tattered tarpaulin, was piled onto the rack on top of the groaning vehicle. The rear door bowed out from the heavy load that pushed against it. And the sum total represented all the material goods that had been accumulated and deemed unabandonable in the lives of two married couples.
The driver was middle-aged and balding, his flower print Hawaiian shirt open at the front to reveal an abundant growth of wiry black hair at the neck and across the breadth of his broad chest. The man sitting beside him was younger and cleaner-shaven; in comparison, he looked almost like a boy.
The physical contrast between the two women in back was equally pronounced. The more mature-looking of the pair was a brunette in her thirties clad in a skimpy halter that emphasized her voluptuously rounded breasts and a pair of tight hot pants that were molded over the firmness of her flaring buttocks and clearly outlined the sensuous vee of her genitals nestled between her thighs. She had a lascivious glint in her dark eyes which gave the impression that she was ready to know adventure, ready to please or be pleased and that she would be almost professionally capable in both departments. The younger, virginal-looking blonde beside her was dressed more modestly in a loose cotton dress, and she radiated a sexuality of a different sort. The dress fell subtly over the soft curves of her thighs and hips, gently defining the tightly rounded swells of her breasts. The clinging garment left just enough to the imagination that it seemed almost asking to be ripped off, revealing the lushly sensuous body beneath it, just as the expression of innocence in her blue eyes seemed to be begging to be stripped away to unleash the fiery spirit that hovered dimly behind them.
Hank Dade drove the station-wagon well over the limit, weaving skillfully and aggressively in and out of the lanes of the Pennsylvania Turnpike as he overtook and passed the slower automobiles. Though his rear-view mirror was made completely useless as a safety measure by the luggage that blocked off the back window of the vehicle, he employed it quite frequently to look at the bashful and obviously uncomfortable young blonde who sat behind him and to his right. Occasionally their eyes would meet in the glass, and invariably she would blush and look away.
Joe McClaine admired the older man's driving. He drove like he owned the road, drove with the intensity and concentration of a flier piloting a plane. Joe also admired Hank's wife, and though he sensed his own wife Lucy's angry disapproval, he found it almost impossible to keep his eyes off the inviting and almost unencumbered mounds of the older woman's breasts. In spite of their size, Sylvia Dade's breasts sagged but the slightest bit. It looked as if any minute her thin halter straps might give way, letting her voluptuous breasts burst completely into freedom, and the material of the brief garment was so flimsy he could make out the mouth-watering outline of her pink, wide-coronaed nipples.
"Anybody for lunch?" Hank Dade asked, nodding at the large green sign that indicated they would reach a gas station, hotel-restaurant ten miles up the road.
"I'm just starved," his wife Sylvia replied, her slightly hoarse and lusty voice the perfect vocal complement to her physical sexuality.
"I could go for a sandwich," said Joe, conscious of the fact that he and Lucy were going to have to watch carefully every cent of their dwindling supply of cash if they expected to reach California with a few dollars with which to begin their new life in the promised land of the West.
Only Lucy refrained from voicing her opinion. Acutely aware of Hank Dade's eyes on her in the rear-view mirror, she crossed one of her slender bare forearms across the tightly brassiere-clad swells of her high firm breasts. But even though she avoided the older man's gaze, she could sense his eyes on her. He was looking at her as if she were a piece of meat on display, had been looking at her that way ever since the early morning when the four of them had embarked, and it irritated her to think that her husband wasn't sensitive enough to realize what his so called "friend" had on his mind.
"What about you, kid?" Hank said to the perturbed young blonde. "Feel like some grub?"
Lucy met the older man's gaze briefly in the mirror and found herself wondering when she'd ever met anyone so capable, with just the most casual look, of giving her the creeps. Then she turned her eyes away from the mirror and shrugged. "I don't care."
"Tired honey?" Joe asked, looking back over the seat at her.
Lucy muttered a soft "no" and stared out the side window at the green pastureland flashing by, marred by the advertising billboards that lined the highway.
"I think Lucy's sorry to be leaving home," said Sylvia condescendingly.
"Oh no," Joe put in quickly. "We're not sorry to go. Are we babe?"
Joe took Lucy's hand, clinging to it when she started to pull it away. But as she glanced briefly back at him she sensed his eager awareness of the teasingly exposed voluptuous body of the dark-haired woman sitting beside her.
I'm ready to leave," Lucy said dutifully, staring back out the window.
"The East Coast is finished for me," Hank said. "My brother is cleaning up out West. And I'll guarantee you, anywhere he can make a buck his brother Hank can make ten."
"I'll just be happy to get a job," said Joe. "Anything for a start."
"You'll do all right." That was Sylvia again. "A good looking young man like yourself...."
The words pierced Lucy's consciousness like small darts pricking her skin. Then she tuned the conversation out of her mind. She'd heard it all before in one form or another, many times during the two weeks that had elapsed since the two families had decided to pull up roots and go in search of a place where it was not so hard to earn a living.
And of course Lucy knew that she and Joe did have to go. That was not what bothered her about this trip. Since the economy had started its present general decline, her husband had been laid off from one job after another, each increasingly menial and poorly paid. A week ago his unemployment benefits had expired. So they had to go, there was no question about that. It was traveling with Hank and Sylvia Dade that Lucy didn't like.
Hank Dade was a salesman. When he worked, he worked door to door. He was also, Lucy was sure, a con-artist. Her husband had met him several weeks ago in a bar. Later they'd apparently been joined by Hank's wife Sylvia. And from the first words she'd heard about them, Lucy had been intuitively suspicious. When Joe had insisted the four of them get together for dinner and she had finally met his new friends, Lucy was certain her suspicions had not been unfounded. She'd always had trouble with lecherous older men and she could tell easily enough when one of them was interested in her body. And Hank Dade was interested, just as Sylvia Dade was obviously interested in Joe Bob. But what disturbed her even more was Joe's lack of sensitivity to the inherent danger in their relationship with the other couple. He idolized and envied Hank, even seemed to try to mimic him. He scoffed at Lucy's reservations, and he took no time to consider her opinions on the matter.
Lucy let her thoughts drift, reflecting that the real heart of the problem was not the Dade's at all, but her deteriorating sexual relationship with her own husband, when Hank Dade swerved the station-wagon off the turnpike to the exit that let them to the sprawling Howard Johnson's motor hotel and she was snapped abruptly back from her reverie. Hank dropped the three of them off at the restaurant entrance, then went on to the gas pumps to fill it up.
The three of them took a big corner booth and he joined them shortly afterward. The waitress took their orders and brought their food, a chicken-salad sandwich for Lucy, hamburgers for Sylvia and Joe and a big plate of spaghetti for Hank, washed down by a foamy mug of beer. As Hank described the Mexican border town across from El Paso, Texas, which he was determined to visit, Lucy picked disinterestedly at her food. Then she gave up entirely, left half the sandwich unfinished, and excused herself to go to the restroom.
The blonde-haired young wife paused in the anteroom, studying her reflection in the three-quarter length mirror on the wall. Her clinging cotton dress teasingly revealed the lushly sensuous curves of her slender body, and her awareness of her sexual attractiveness only served to bring into even clearer focus the problem that had occupied her mind while in the car.
Lucy had never had an orgasm. During the recent tense months her relationship with Joe Bob had been naturally strained, and the sexual problems had been accentuated. Vaguely, she sensed that Hank and Sylvia Dade recognized that she and Joe Bob were having problems, and worse, she sensed that they intended to exploit it somehow.
The preoccupied young blonde turned suddenly away from the mirror and entered the door marked ladies. Emerging a few moments later, she was momentarily startled to see the door to the men's room opening and Hank Dade stepped out. He seemed not to even notice her, his mind concentrating on what he was doing, and when Lucy's eyes unwillingly followed his gaze, she gasped at the shocking sight that greeted her.
Hank's trousers were still unzipped. He hadn't bothered to replace his penis back in his pants before coming out, and was just now doing so. Lucy's shocked eyes briefly glimpsed limber and limp in his hand, his long threatening uncircumcised snake-like instrument, as he unconcernedly pushed it back through the opening of his trousers.
The whole thing happened in a split second, but she had seen it, seen it clearly in all its astonishing and frightening length, and the unexpected glimpse of it burned into her mind even after he had finished zipping up his pants. His penis appeared to be so huge she could hardly believe it was real. Soft as it was, it seemed to be almost twice as long as Joe's penis was when it was erect, and each time her husband made love to her, his hard penis was almost more than the fragile blonde could comfortable accommodate in her own tender little vaginal tightness.
Lucy didn't know how long she stood there, spellbound, gawking straight at the crotch of Hank Dade's trousers. Only gradually did she realize that he had also stopped and was standing still before her. She felt the flush creep over her face as she slowly raised her eyes to see him staring back at her.
"Didn't expect to see you, kid," Dade said casually as if nothing at all had happened. Casually as if he hadn't just intentionally exposed himself to her. "Let's get back on the road," he continued. "Want to at least make Louisville by dark."
Lucy turned abruptly away and went out of the ante-room. Still stunned by the shocking thing she'd just seen, she walked briskly back through the restaurant and out the exit onto the sunny mall.
CHAPTER TWO
The walls of their room in the sleazy motel on the outskirts of Louisville were the kind of pale green one associates with prisons or mental institutions. The lighting was harsh accentuating the cracks in the flaking green paint. The faded flower-print bedspread reminded Lucy of Hank Dade's Hawaiian shirt.
The sensuous young blonde closed the door, staring forlornly over the gloomy interior. She couldn't remember when she'd felt so on edge, so incapable of dealing with a situation. If what had happened today outside in the restrooms of the Howard Johnson's was an example of Hank Dade's idea of a joke, then he was even more warped than she'd originally suspected. She shuddered just to think of it, and she still couldn't rid her mind of the memory of his outrageously exposed cock. My God, it was so big! It was so threatening, so nakedly obscene! She could hardly believe a man could have a penis like that!
Turning to face herself in the dresser mirror, Lucy began slowly to undo the buttons down the front of her dress. She desperately hoped Joe would join her soon. She'd left him drinking with the Dades in the bar across the street, but now she felt so terribly lonely and ill at ease. She needed his companionship and ... she needed to make love to him, to somehow reassure herself and reaffirm her bondage to him by giving him her sensuous and slender young body. It was a need Lucy hardly even comprehended herself, because lately she'd shown very little interest in sex. But suddenly she felt almost as passionate as she had during the early months of their marriage. Through the day she'd been plagued by a gnawing need she tried to repress, feeling that it was almost depraved in its obsession of her mind and being.
Parting the material of her dress slowly away from the proud high-standing swells of her breasts, Lucy wiggled her hips slightly to shed the garment off her narrow waist and the flare of her tightly molded buttocks. The dress dropped down the length of her slender thighs to fall in a heap on the floor, and she quickly reached up behind her back and undid the snap of her brassiere, shrugging her shoulders slightly and working the straps down off her arms. The brassiere fluttered free and her rose-tipped nipples jutted to rigidity from their sudden contact with the cooler air. She observed the proud high firmness of her rounded breasts with a twinge of secret inner pride, then walked to the bed and pulled the top sheet back and slipped beneath it.
Only moments later Lucy heard a crunching of footsteps in the gravel outside, then the door opened and Joe stepped through. He paused just inside, looking down at her with eyes that were slightly glazed from the alcohol he'd drunk, his gaze running slowly over her body outlined by the sheet falling lightly over the supple curves of her flesh. Then he looked back at her face, feeling the first excited stirrings of his cock in his trousers as he recognized in her soft blue eyes a look of willingness and passion he hadn't observed since the first few hopeful weeks after they were married. This afternoon she'd been angry at him for the attention he'd paid Sylvia Dade. Perhaps now that anger had turned to passion.
"Are you coming to bed?" Lucy asked, her seductive mood manifesting itself in her tone of voice.
"Yeah, right away." Joe hesitated thoughtfully. "Did you mean what I thought you meant a little while ago?"
"When?"
"When you said you wanted to go to bed. You didn't mean you wanted to go to sleep?" Lucy almost managed to say it, but a remnant of her puritanical upbringing stopped her at the last minute. "I'm not ... asleep am I?" she asked finally, managing a self-conscious smile.
Joe grinned with understanding. Then without further hesitation he walked over and sat down beside his wife on the edge of the bed, leaning over toward her and sliding his strong arms beneath the sheet and under her back as he kissed her on the lips.
But in spite of all the hints she'd given him, he still wasn't prepared for her lusty response. Instead of resisting as he pushed his tongue between her lips and teeth, she opened her mouth wide in lewd invitation, sucking on it hungrily as she squirmed her naked body eagerly up against him. He held her tightly to him, almost bruising her lips with the urgent pressure of his mouth as he immediately felt his cock begin to elongate toward erection inside his confining shorts.
He could feel the trembling of her body and hear the strained hoarseness of her breathing. She wanted it tonight. She wanted to give herself to him and he couldn't help hoping that the change in her attitude would somehow effect a physical change as well. He couldn't help hoping that tonight she wouldn't tense up and go frigid just at the point when she should be getting her climax.
Joe broke away from their extended kiss, panting to catch his own breath as he stared hungrily down at Lucy. Again his eyes traced the outline of her voluptuous body beneath the sheet. Then he seized the thin cotton sheet and drew it slowly down off her shoulders, over the full round swells of her nakedly swollen breasts, down to reveal her thinly clinging little panties which in their near transparency barely covered the inviting blonde triangle of soft cunt-hair nestled between her thighs.
Feeling his cock surge to greater hardness inside his trousers, the excited young husband returned his gaze to his aroused wife's nakedly exposed breasts. He licked his lips in anticipation at the slight trembling of her body as she waited prone before him. Then he quickly leaned lower, hearing the low gasp that welled in her throat as he took one of the already rigid nipples between his lips.
"Oooooooh," Lucy purred. She'd been in a tense and vulnerable state all day, but now she felt more aware of her body, of her own still untapped womanhood, than she had in ages. Her whole body was tingling electrically from the contact of Joe Bob's lips on her hard little nipple, and his lips pulled and sucked it to an even more rigidly tingling erection, his hand massaging and caressing softly over her other fully rounded breast.
Joe listened to Lucy's servile moans of surrender as they grew more pronounced with every move he made, and he ran his hand down from her breasts and over the smooth plane of her softly rounded belly, his fingers probing cautiously down beneath the tight elastic waistband of her sheer panties and into the soft silken tangle of cunt-hair between her thighs. He felt her tense slightly as he extended his middle finger, brushing it lightly over the sensitive bud of her clitoris. And then she squirmed her naked breast even more eagerly against his face as he stroked down the entire length of the already moistened slit of her cunt.
"Ooooouuuuuuuu!" Lucy whimpered from the heated sensation that surged suddenly through her belly. She let her long gold-tanned legs splay out wide apart on the bed to give him even greater access to her welcoming cunt, and she put all other problems from her mind and concentrated on the lewd pleasure she derived from the contact of his hand on her clitoris and the slit of her pussy as she felt the first drops of moisture ooze sensuously out into the golden strands of hair that lined the lips of her forbidden little vaginal orifice.
Joe continued the teasing movements of his extended middle finger up and down Lucy's lust-tingling cunt-lips, his thumb tweaking with maddening effect over the pulsing bud of her clitoris. Then, suddenly determined to have his wife completely naked before he continued his assault, he drew his hand out from between her thighs and urgently began to tug her panties downward off the ripely-clenching flare of her buttocks.
Lucy obediently arched her hips up off the softness of the bed, kicking her panties off her ankles as Joe Bob's hand returned to her lust-burning loins. She gasped at the renewed contact of his finger on her little clitoral bud, shivering in eager anticipation as he hesitated momentarily before thrusting his outstretched middle finger straight up into the elastic opening of her moistly heated cunt, working the probing finger gradually deeper and deeper up into the clasping inner folds of her flesh until it was buried to the knuckle and his palm pressed flat against the searing plane of her nakedly exposed cunt.
Joe gazed hungrily down at his wife's pronely surrendered young body. His burgeoning cock felt like it was about to rip open the fly of his trousers and he could see that she was almost as excited as he was. This was a mood he hadn't encountered in Lucy for a long time and he was determined to exploit it to the fullest. He wanted to make it better for her tonight than it had ever been before. He wanted to make her cum. And he was willing to do whatever he could to accomplish his goal.
Lucy moaned distantly, her naked body trembling as her husband suddenly slid down lower beside her on the bed. Then her eyes opened wide with surprise as Joe suddenly leaned over her and lowered his face down toward her wide-spread thighs. For a moment she didn't realize what he was doing. Then he dropped his head lower, and his tongue suddenly flicked from his mouth to come into lewdly chilling contact with the sensitive flesh between her navel and the first silken blonde curls of the hair of her cunt. She snapped out of her state of delirium.
"No!" she protested, raising her head to stare in shock down between her naked breasts at the sight of Joe's face hovering over her defenseless loins. "No, don't do that," she pleaded as he gazed lustfully back at her.
Abruptly, she jerked as she heard the door to the next room open and two sets of footsteps walking into the room. My God, she thought, the walls were paper thin and for a minute she feared Hank Dade and Sylvia might be able to hear her loud breathing or even the frantic beating of her heart.
Lucy stared back down over the naked softness of her lustfully writhing body as Joe's darting tongue trailed down on her legs to tickle the soft inner flesh of her thigh. Then, hardly able to bear the maddening sensation building unwanted through her loins as a result of the illicit oral contact, she reached down into his hair and jerked his face forcibly away.
The mortified young housewife could hardly believe the look of cold animal hunger and rage with which her husband stared back at her. And her own mind was a confused jumble, making it impossible for her to think clearly. The forbidden wisps of delight that had shot out like an electric current through her loins left her trembling with desire even as her mind rebelled against the obscene implications of the act. She didn't know when she'd been so perversely excited in her life, and she was aware of what her husband had wanted to do to her. He'd wanted to perform cunnilingus, to eat her pussy, and the mere thought caused Lucy to recoil with shame and disgust.
But it had felt good. His hot breath, blowing over the tenderly erected little bud of her clitoris and the lust-moistened lips of her hair-lined cunt, was like a wind of promise on her tortured loins and her intense physical need was almost enough to make her forego all moral considerations. Then she heard a squeaking of bedsprings through the wall as someone sat down on the bed in the next room, and she was again reminded that the Dades must be able to hear everything they were doing here.
"Loosen up!" Joe snapped, still staring at her angrily.
"Please," Lucy moaned helplessly as his hand dropped back between her inner thighs, his extended middle finger burrowing almost ruthlessly up into the flowering passage of her cunt. 'They can hear us," she whispered.
Her lustfully aroused young husband stared at her in silent rage, his middle finger working and stretching her clasping vaginal sheath with a vengeance that made Lucy almost cry out from the raw sensation. Then he glanced briefly at the green, flaking wall and looked back at her. "I don't give a damn if they can," he said aloud.
As Lucy quivered in shame and frustration, he yanked his hand violently from between her legs. She stared with lust-glazed, half-frightened eyes as he stood up and hurriedly started to pull off his clothes. From the other room she could still hear ill-defined rustlings of human movement, and her awareness that the Dades must clearly have heard her husband's last angry remark only added to her apprehension as he pulled his shirt quickly off his shoulders and tossed it over the back of the tattered easy chair.
Joe glared wrathfully down at his wife's nakedly waiting body. He could see she was a little bit afraid of him now and the knowledge of that only increased his sense of power and his determination to finally force her to shed the inhibitions which had always held her back. Tonight he'd almost succeeded in eating her. There'd been a long exquisite moment of hesitation before she'd moved to stop him. And before he got through fucking her she was going to wish she'd let him go ahead and warm her up with his tongue.
In a single quick motion the aroused young husband yanked down both his trousers and jockey shorts, and Lucy couldn't contain the audible gasps that rose in her throat as the hardness of his cock sprang suddenly to naked freedom. It looked bigger tonight even than it had when he'd deflowered her, and he seemed to be driven by a terrible demon of lust that made him seem hardly himself. Perhaps his knowledge that the older man he so idolized had heard her protest had embarrassed and hurt him. And now he was going to take the hurt out on her.
"Fucking tonight was your idea, baby," Joe growled as he kicked his trousers and jockey shorts off his ankles and stood completely naked before her. "So don't start getting squeamish because I can't afford the Hotel Ritz or the Hilton."
My God, Lucy thought. She couldn't understand what had come over her husband. He was really treating her with contempt right in hearing distance of the other couple in the next room. And yet his unkind treatment seemed to do nothing to detract from her physical response. His attempt to perform the obscene act of cunnilingus had secretly excited her; that excitement was still raging out of control through her naked loins in spite of all the confusion reigning in her mind.
The blonde-haired young wife waited motionless on the bed as Joe dropped down beside her. A little shiver coursed over her flesh as his hands moved eagerly to her nakedly lust-swollen breasts. He mauled her sensitive little nipples, his lips again meeting hers as he dropped his knees between her still slightly parted legs and lowered his body heavily between her thighs. Then before she had time to resist he lunged forward and she felt the burning hardness of his throbbing cock ramming against the softly-haired plane of her desire moistened loins.
"Oooohhhhh!" Lucy moaned spontaneously from the titillating pressure. In spite of her mistreatment at the hands of her angry young husband, she was still aroused much more than was usual for her. She felt completely vulnerable and dependent on him, almost alone in the world, and she knew further resistance on her part would only increase his anger and widen the distance that had grown up between them. Perhaps, she realized vaguely, this was a test of the remaining strength of their love for each other. And it was a test she didn't want to fail.
"Put it in!"
Lucy's eyes had closed and now suddenly they again opened wide at her husband's forcible command. Pleadingly she stared up at him, but in his face there was not the slightest sign of tenderness or pity.
"Put it in," Joe said again. "Put my cock in your cunt."
Lucy could have screamed for shame at the thought that the couple in the next room have heard even that. She wanted to beg her husband to quit treating her the way he was, and yet the vulgar words and the knowledge that she was not the only person who had heard them only seemed to add to the inexplicable sensations brewing in her licentiously aroused flesh. The mixture of passion, fear and indignation that consumed her made her react immediately to avoid another verbal outburst on his part, and she reached quickly down between their bodies to seize the pulsing shaft of Joe's fully erected cock.
A little whimper of submission poured from Lucy's lips, and she took a deep breath as she bent the straining masculine member downward toward the hair-lined slit of her open-splayed cunt. It seemed so massive and hard, and she drew her breath in hoarsely as she worked his bulging swollen cockhead up and down along her lust-moistened vaginal lips, wriggling her buttocks involuntarily and working her husband's phallus like a lever to part the hotly aroused lips of her moist secret flesh. Then, as his cringing wife still clung to his battering hardness in futile self-defense, Joe grunted and lunged violently forward.
"Ooooooooooooh!" Lucy screamed without regard for the thinness of the walls as his blood-filled cock-head ravaged up into her cunt like a severing blade of steel. She still gripped his throbbing cock-shaft firmly in her hand, hoping to restrain her husband until she could adjust to the obscene presence embedded up inside the entrance of her loins. But the tightening of her soft vaginal muscles only increased the glove-like sensation on the tip of Joe's hungrily pulsing cock, and after but a second's hesitation he lunged again even harder.
"Uuuuuggggh! Ooooooooh God," Lucy gasped out in fearful abandon as his searing cock-head plowed deeper up into her liquidly resisting cunt, his thick rubbery cock-head spreading her velvety inner vaginal walls aside with relentless force as it drove ruthlessly deeper up into her tormented cuntal tightness.
The pressure of building cum in Joe's aching balls was excruciating. He had to have his cock all the way inside Lucy now and he half-feared he would shoot off just from the exciting pressure of her hand around the base of his cock-shaft. Then with a gasp she released her hand, and a third forward lunge sent his plundering cock-head all the way up into her belly until his pubic mound pressed hard against hers and his lust-hardened cock was embedded up inside her to the very hilt.
Lucy groaned from the raw sensation of the obscene invasion. She felt Joe sag down heavily on her for a moment. Then suddenly he flexed deep up inside her loins, and his lewdly impaling cock-shaft seemed to grow even larger inside the clinging glove-like tightness of her cunt.
The bushy curls of his pubic hair tickled her sensitive inner thighs and his sperm-bloated balls hung down in the slightly parted crack of her buttocks to lay teasingly against the little nether membrane that separated her pussy from the forbidden hole of her anus. She was stretched beyond belief and she couldn't remember when he'd had such an enormous erection. The defenseless wife was terrified to even more, skewered to the hilt, impaled as never before.
Joe stared salaciously down at his wife's lust-contorted face. She was" almost holding her breath to keep from crying out, and he knew he had her completely in his power. He didn't have the slightest doubt that Hank and Sylvia Dade were listening to them from the other room, and he was determined tonight to make a good impression. Hank Dade wasn't any prize as far as his looks went, but from the way he talked he got more than his share of stray women. Joe looked up to the older man like a father or a brother, and he sure didn't want Hank to get the idea he couldn't satisfy his own wife. And then there was Sylvia. She really seemed like she'd been coming on to him tonight in the bar and though because of his respect for Hank he'd never consider actually trying anything with her, masculine pride compelled him to prove to her he could handle himself in the sack.
Joe lay motionless for a moment longer. Then, his face twisted by an angry grin, he began to fuck in long extended strokes in and out of Lucy's ravaged loins. His driving surges pounded deep up into her womb, racking her body, pummeling the sensitive nub of her cervix as he increased his rhythm and force. She mewled in helpless submission beneath him. her face drawn tight, her eyes closed, her lips bared over gritted teeth. It was everything she could do to endure the force and fury of his relentless assault, but in spite of the pain she derived from his initial ruthless entry, she couldn't deny the little wisps of pleasure tingling out over her naked skin from the wanton and raw titillation.
The slightly inebriated young husband fucked his engorged cock with a vengeance in and out of his wife's openly throbbing pussy. His long-building lust had completely taken over his reason and he wasn't going to settle for anything less than complete surrender tonight. He knew he had Lucy where he wanted her, and he clutched with animal hunger at the quivering mounds of her nipple-peaked breasts as he pistoned his hard thick cock in and out of her deeply accepting cunt, levering himself even further up over her helpless and spread-eagled body to increase the pressure on her already lewdly-hardened clitoris.
The hair-lined lips of Lucy's obscenely stretched pussy were elastic-tight around Joe's pulsing cock-shaft, rolling inward each time he shoved forward, clinging reluctantly on the back-stroke as though to prevent him from drawing out. In spite of the pain the excited blonde had began to respond, writhing her naked body beneath him and squirming her hard firm breasts eagerly up against his chest, driving her tight-clenched ass-cheeks in eager little contortions against the racking force of his jackhammering lunges in and out between her wide-spread thighs.
"Oh yes," Lucy moaned, forgetting her resolution to remain quiet as she was caught up in the frenzy of Joe's assault. His huge lust-bloated penis felt as if it were going to rip right up through the linings of her belly, but she couldn't ignore the wildly erotic sensations his ravaging cock stimulated in her naked loins. Her swollen breasts were crushed beneath his perspiring chest, her nipples peaked to tingling rigidity from the gentle friction of his skin against hers. The palpitating bud of her clitoris sent electric currents shooting out through the nerve-endings of her loins. She was getting excited, excited in a way she hadn't known in a long time, and the vague realization in the back of her mind that someone besides her husband heard her every whimper and cry was doing nothing to quell her uncharacteristically lusty response.
The aroused young blonde arched her buttocks, opening her eyes to stare down between her own quivering breasts to observe the ravishment of her tender young cunt. Joe's penis withdrew until nothing but the full purplish tip remained embedded between the clasping lips of her cunt. Then, as she quivered in eager anticipation beneath him, he drove back with relentlessly increasing fury, pumelling up into her until his massive cock-shaft filled and stretched her like never before. Even now his prodigious cock still hurt her slightly, but the discomfort was little compared to the lewd joy she derived and the hope of the obscene promise of release building so compellingly in the depths of her ravished loins.
Joe could sense that Lucy's body was really coming to life, and he did everything he could to maintain his own control. His own brutal build up to the act of sex had gotten him extremely excited and he could have easily cum almost the moment he'd completed penetration. But Lucy had never responded like this before, and he was determined to exploit her mood to its full advantage. Her body was writhing and bucking in a wild frenzy beneath him, her thighs scissoring open and closed on his flanks, her hands clawing almost painfully at his own laboring back. A stream of moans and whimpers issued from her parted lips and she seemed to have forgotten completely the couple in the other room. She was really letting herself go, begging for more and more.
Spurred on by his own angry lust, Joe slid one of his hands beneath Lucy's squirming body, dragging it down the smooth line of her spine across the small of her back to her wantonly wriggling buttocks. Still racking her with his violent surges deep up into the warmth and softness of her loins, he slid his other downward, clasping one hand tightly over each of her tightly clenched ass-cheeks to guide her undulating motions beneath him. Then, possessed by an even crazier idea, he pulled the tightly molded orbs of her rounded buttocks wide apart.
Lucy blinked as she felt the cool rush of air caress the opened little hole of her anus, then whimpered softly as the extended middle finger of Joe's right hand crept down into the forbidden crack to press right against her tiny puckered ass-hole.
Joe strained to maintain control on his building cum as he felt the delicious contact. This was a liberty he'd never dared take with Lucy in the past, but once he'd gotten the idea in his head he knew he had to try it. And as he felt her shudder with fear, he quickly spread a few oozing droplets of the moisture of Lucy's cunt down over her cringing orifice. Then without further hesitation he shoved his outstretched finger into the opening.
"Oooooohhhh!" Lucy gasped in shock, feeling the resistance of the muscles of her back passage give way in spite of all her efforts to clench them tightly as Joe's probing finger popped past the yielding little ring and wormed slowly up into the tight elastic sheath of her forbidden flesh.
The aroused young wife was thrown completely off her guard by this strange new sensation. She didn't even know if it hurt or felt good but in spontaneous physical response she screwed her buttocks up and down even more frenziedly, flexing and clenching far up inside her rectum around his lewdly invading finger as she was, overcome by a wave of even more obscene and salacious delight.
Being finger-fucked from behind was really more than Lucy had been ready for tonight. It was a wicked shock that had the effect of elevating her consciousness to a new and heightened level, and she realized with eerie fascination that she was on the verge of experiencing something absolutely new. It was as though she'd been driven to the brink of a state of mind she'd never known to exist, and yet already she could taste the exquisite pleasure that lay in store for her if she could go just a little bit further. It was the great unknown of female orgasm, the magic pinnacle that had always eluded her, and now she was almost there.
"Oh yes, Joe!" she sobbed out in delirious abandon. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me like that!"
Her young husband grunted, his whole body quivering in rigid muscle spasm. Never had he heard anything like that from the lips of his usually inhibited young wife, and his churning cum-filled testicles felt as if they were going to burst out of the tight stretched sack of his scrotum. He tried to catch his breath. He tried to lie completely still. He tried to stop the continuing frenzied undulations of Lucy's waggling ass in order to gain temporary respite from the maddening friction of her succulently clasping cunt. Then in final desperation he tried to withdraw.
Lucy whimpered in shocked disbelief as she felt the sensuously filling presence of Joe's pulsing penis slip almost free of her loins. In a gyrating motion she lunged her buttocks up even higher from the motel bed. Her tender vaginal muscles clasped like snapping lips around the bulbous tip of his retreating hardness, her inner vaginal walls pressing tight together to form a warm-fitting vacuum. Then her pussy seemed to open; against all his attempts to escape, the trembling husband felt his throbbing cock being drawn back up inside, deeper and deeper as though caught in a whirlpool of quicksand.
Joe grunted from the hard-sucking pressure. Realizing it was too late to try to escape, he slammed forward even harder, driving his massively swollen maleness all the way back to the hilt as the hot liquid of his sperm began its maddening dash to freedom. The head of his huge penis pulsed and palpitated, flexing even larger as his searing load of semen burst forth in angry squirting droplets from the dilated glans at the tip. He bounced and bucked as drop after drop of the spewing cum spewed forth. His extended middle finger, still embedded far up in her ass, wormed in cruelly stretching circles around inside the deeply penetrated hole as all his driving lust poured forth.
It was the wildest ejaculation Joe had known in all the time he and Lucy had been married, and when it was over there was nothing left. He collapsed suddenly like a retreating soldier felled by a shot on the run. He lay heavily upon her, gasping for breath, his still jerking penis beginning almost immediately to deflate.
Beneath him, Lucy continued to squirm in futile little contortions. A despairing grunt issued from her lips as she felt his impaling finger pop from her wildly heated rectum. His now limp penis slipped from her cunt, and with a groan he rolled over on his back. Save for his heavy breathing and Lucy's continued gasps of frustration, there was silence in the dingy little room.
Then the disappointed young blonde heard her husband's breathing become smoother and slower and she realized he was asleep. She heard the soft, not quite intelligible voices from the other room, and she was almost overcome with shame as she remembered that Hank and Sylvia Dade had been listening to the
CHAPTER THREE
Hank Dade listened to Lucy's sob of frustration, to the leveling off of Joe's breathing, to the gentle creaking of bedsprings as he settled into a relaxed position for sleep. Probably the fetal position, Hank thought ironically to himself. Then the naked, heavy-bodied man who lay prone on his belly on top of the bedspread looked back over his shoulder at his naked wife, sitting upright in a half-lotus position beside him, her full jutting breasts standing out invitingly from her body, the parted position of her legs completely revealing the hair-fringed lips of her luscious cunt and exposing the pink little bud of her clitoris.
"Well?" Hank asked at last. "What's your verdict?"
Sylvia licked her lips. "Thumbs down. She didn't make it."
Hank nodded. "I didn't think so either." He pondered this for a moment. "Can you imagine that faggot punk leaving a dish like that hung up?"
"I wouldn't put all the blame on him," said Sylvia, running her hand lightly across Hank's broad, hairy back. "She should have cum. In fact, he didn't sound at all like a bad fuck to me. And he is good looking."
Hank rolled on his back. Below the bulging pot of his belly, his long limber cock stirred like a restless dragon, emerging slowly out of the dense jungle of pubic hair between his thighs. "Good looking!" he mimicked. "What the hell do looks have to do with it? Look at me."
In obedience to his own command he turned his head sideways to stare at himself in the dresser mirror against the opposite wall. Below the white of his balding crown his forehead was burned deep red, wrinkled like old leather wetted and dried in the sun. Bushy black eyebrows dwarfed a pair of small black eyes, sharp and somehow almost rodent-like. His nose wore a hump on the bridge from a barroom brawl years ago. A thin moustache crawled over a wide mouth. His lips were big-all the better, he liked to tell himself, for eating cunt. His best point was his chin, hard set and square. He liked to think it revealed character.
Hank started slightly as he felt a sudden cool moisture touch the tip of his still limber cock. Sylvia, still sitting in her cross-legged lotus position, was leaned nimbly over his loins, her tongue extended from her mouth to circle gingerly over his pulsing cock-head that was peaking turtle-like out from the opening of the foreskin.
The middle-aged man sighed, surveying his wife's naked torso with a deep appreciation, staring through her long black hair spilling over his belly to observe the slow and steady lengthening of his penis in response to her expert oral ministrations. He reached up to cup one of her breasts in his hand, bouncing it lightly as his penis twitched larger and began to grow hard, extending slowly upward between Sylvia's voluptuously parted lips.
Then as his stirring phallus suddenly jumped to full erection straight up into her mouth, he heard the muffled gurgle that issued from her throat, followed by a heavy gasping for breath as she was almost choked by the unnatural and gigantic invasion. He basked for a moment in the maddening titillation, then reluctantly seized her by the ears and gently lifted her face up from his loins.
Hank's pulsing cock left Sylvia's lips with a soft sucking sound and slapped down against his belly so loudly he was sure they must have been able to hear it in the next room. He groaned with frustration, restraining Sylvia with gentle force as she tried to plunge her face back toward his loins. Then, her cheeks flushed red with her own building lust, she turned to stare at him through her glossed-over eyes.
"I thought we'd give them a little demonstration of what the real thing sounds like," she whispered lustfully, twisting around to lie prone beside him on the bed, snuggling her swollen breasts voluptuously against his chest.
Hank managed a grin in spite of the slight throbbing in his balls. "And what's your interest in this?" he asked, though of course he already knew.
"No man ignores me the way that kid is ignoring me now," Sylvia said matter-of-factly. "I mean, I'm not a black widow spider of something. I'm not going to eat him."
"You're not?"
'You know what I mean. And I don't care if you do get the choirgirl. Maybe the frigid little cunt will remind you what a real woman can do."
"All right," said Hank, wrapping his hand around the still rigidly upstanding shaft of his cock and beginning a slow and vulgar up-and-down masturbating motion. "We know where we stand. And we will give a demonstration, tomorrow night."
"Why tomorrow night?"
"Because we'll be down around Texarkana by then, provided we screw around and get off a few hours late in the morning. There's a motel just out of town where I used to take chicks when I was stationed there right before Korea. They've got suites. Adjoining rooms. And I really want Lucy to watch me as you are sucking me off."
* * *
It was noon by the time they got on the road the next morning. First Hank Dade had refused to get out of bed. He sent Sylvia to the roadside diner where Lucy and Joe were having breakfast to make his excuses. He hadn't had enough sleep, he said, and he wanted to catch just one more hour. Sylvia explained that Hank was a holy terror when he hadn't had his beauty sleep. Lucy was not deluded by the gleam in Sylvia's eyes as she said this. Nor had she missed the tell-tale sounds, early in the morning after spending a long almost sleepless night in bed with her husband, of the Dades making wild and violent love in their own bed.
The near-innocent wife had never heard anything like it in her life. They sounded like wild animals locked in primeval struggle. Sylvia screamed like a wounded cat and her husband was snorting and grunting like an enraged Spanish fighting bull. They were banging against the wall until Lucy was sure they would knock it down. The squeaking bedsprings reached a chilling crescendo, and as the mature couple achieved what Lucy was certain must have been a mutual simultaneous climax, the bed itself seemed to be bouncing up and down on the floor.
Then came silence, then soft voices, then Hank Dade's loud, slow snoring. What seemed like only moments later, Joe awoke and then he and Lucy, her eyes red from lack of sleep, got up and went to the diner.
Hank arrived about eleven to make his own excuses, then proceeded to eat a breakfast that would have fed a football team. He said nothing about the night before and in fact seemed overly friendly and solicitous to Lucy. But her awareness of what both Hank and Sylvia must know about her hung like a shadow over the sensuous young blonde's head. It haunted her, like a skeleton in a family closet.
Joe took the first driving shift and Lucy sat in the front with her husband. Making good time, they rolled through the rich pasture lands of northwestern Tennessee, stopping for a mid-afternoon snack near Memphis. Hank insisted they drive into the lovely old southern city for a look around. It was five by the time they got back on the road and crossed into Arkansas. Bad roads slowed them down. Hank took the wheel and pushed on. It was just after nine o'clock when he pulled to a stop at the little rundown hotel on the outskirts of Texarkana.
"I don't know about the rest of you," Sylvia Dade said as Hank got out to go rent their rooms. "But I'm famished."
"Me too," Joe echoed, getting out of the car to stretch his legs.
Exhausted from lack of sleep and from the long drive in the heat of the day, Lucy got out of the back of the car and waited beside her husband. She became gradually aware that Sylvia Dade, standing on the other side of the station wagon, was looking at her face. Then as Lucy's evasive blue eyes met the eyes of the more mature brunette, Sylvia Dade smiled suddenly, a smile that was warm, kind, even empathetic.
"You're tired, honey. Have a good long bath before we go out to dinner. It'll make you feel better."
"Yes," Lucy nodded. 'That's what I'll do."
Then she heard the opening and closing of a door and, looking back toward the motel office, saw Hank walking toward them.
"Looks like we've got the executive suite," he said as he came up to the car. "Over there." He nodded toward the last of the motel cabins, considerably larger than the other. "Everything else was taken."
Lucy noted that there was only one other vehicle in the parking lot, and looked quickly at her husband, whose handsome face revealed neither suspicion nor concern.
"I'll take the car over," said Hank, getting back into the driver's seat.
Plagued by her vague and still undefined mistrust, Lucy walked with Joe and Sylvia across to the last of the cabins. She noted there were two separate entrances, at least. Then Hank got out and handed Joe one set of keys, and as her young husband unlocked the door she sighed softly with relief.
For Lucy had suspected that Hank Dade had intentionally arranged for the two couples to share their sleeping quarters for the night, and after what had happened the night before that would really have been more than she could have faced. But as she looked into the fairly spacious, though still somewhat gloomy room, the virginal young blonde realized that if anything they would have even more privacy tonight than in the first motel where they'd stopped. They did indeed have a suite, and through the little foyer that appeared to give off the single shared bath in the cabin, she could see the other almost identical bedroom which the Dades would be occupying. But where last night there had been only a thin wall separating them from the other couple, these rooms were divided by the little foyer and by the bathroom itself.
"Not bad," Joe said, following Lucy into the room, his eyes going immediately to the big double bed.
"Yes. It's all right," Lucy answered. Through the two open doors of the foyer she watched Sylvia come into the other room, Hank behind her with an overnight bag.
"Cozy, hunh kid?" Hank said with a wink. "Used to stay here when I was in the service, right before Korea."
"Yes, it's very cozy." Lucy walked over to the door and started to close it. Then Sylvia came through the other door into the little foyer and she hesitated.
"We've only got one bath between us tonight," the older woman said. "You go ahead and have your shower first. I'll take mine afterwards."
"Thanks," Lucy whispered.
Sylvia smiled at her again in that same warm way she had before. Then she turned and walked out of the foyer, glancing back over her shoulder as she closed the door behind her.
Lucy unpacked a blouse and skirt and a fresh pair of bikini panties from the suitcase Joe had unloaded from the station wagon. She left her husband lounging lazily on the bed, walked into the small but tidy bathroom and shut the door. She latched it carefully, then quickly peeled her short-sleeved sweater over her head, she reached up behind her back to unsnap her brassiere.
Her nipples tingled to instant rigidity as she shed the confining brassiere off her voluptuously rounded breasts. Then she pulled her tight-fitting pants down off the ripeness of her buttocks and long sensuous thighs. Stepping out of them to leave herself naked except for her low-hanging and almost transparent panties, Lucy reached past the shower curtain and turned the hot water on, wanting to give it a chance to warm up before she got in. As she waited, she let her eyes rove slowly over her own inviting nakedness, a little shiver coursing up the length of her spine at her awareness of her own sexuality.
Lucy realized that, though she would never have admitted it to anybody, she was still highly frustrated over what had happened last night. She had been so close, so close to experiencing something she'd never known in her life. She felt as if she could almost have tasted it, and then all that promise of ecstasy and release had been cut off sharply and suddenly as a life cut off at the prime. And Joe didn't seem to even care. Neither last night nor today had he even bothered to acknowledge what had happened. Or maybe, she realized, he hadn't even known.
But Sylvia and Hank Dade did know. Of that she could not have been more certain.
Lucy reached back into the shower to test the water and found it hot. Then quickly she adjusted it with the cold and stepped past the curtain beneath the refreshing spray. As she began to scrub gently over the lush curves of her naked body, working up a white lather of soap over her high-molded breasts and tweaking her fingers teasingly over her already hard-swollen nipples, Lucy recalled the kindness and understanding she'd noted in Sylvia's eyes a few moments ago when she'd found the woman staring at her over the top of the car. She thought now that perhaps her judgment of the other woman had been too harsh.
Comforted in the warming solitude of the bath, Lucy relished the cascading of the spray of water over her nakedly tingling flesh. Her mind wandered aimlessly and for a moment she was granted respite from thinking about her present problems. She was a child again, innocent of world-knowledge, growing up on a farm near Beaver Falls. She did not have to worry about how she and her husband were going to pay the rent and buy the groceries. She didn't have to worry about sex, about her failure to climax, about dirty-minded men lusting after her body.
Lost in her memories, Lucy almost lost track of time. She drifted away and came but slowly back to the present. Her return was like waking from sleep, as if in her exhaustion she'd gone to sleep and dreamed on her feet, and she realized suddenly that she must have been in the shower much too long. Sylvia Dade wanted to use it too, not to mention the two men.
Turning the water off quickly, the naked young blonde stepped out, retrieved one of the standard motel-size towels that hung on the rack and began briskly drying herself off. Then, hearing one of the foyer doors open and the footsteps crossing the foyer, she leaned closer to the bathroom door to listen as Hank Dade spoke to her husband:
"I was thinking, Joe, there's this little take-away soul-food place across town in the colored section. Used to get bar-b-cued spareribs when I was stationed here. I mentioned it to the guy that runs this place and he says they're just as good as ever."
"Sounds good to me," Joe answered. "And I don't think Lucy's ever had soul-food."
"I figured as much," Hank said with a little chuckle that sent a shiver down the virginal woman's spine. "So why don't you take the car keys and a five dollar bill and pick up supper to go for the four of us. No use taking the women all the way over there."
"Well, I don't know if I can find it. You've been here before and ... "
"No problem, buddy. I'll draw you a map. I just can't take another minute behind that steering wheel."
Lucy listened with growing apprehension as Hank Dade gave her husband directions. The thought of being left alone here with Hank and his wife was almost more than she could face, and the fact that she was trapped naked in the bathroom with nothing more than a couple of flimsy towels to protect her body only made it worse. For a moment she considered wrapping the towels around her and slipping out now to retrieve the blouse and skirt she'd unpacked. But the prospect of Hank Dade's leering eyes observing her in her state of near-nakedness caused her to immediately push the thought from her mind. Then an involuntary little gasp escaped her lips as Joe spoke to her from the bedroom:
"Lucy, I'm gonna go pick up some food. Be back in a half-hour or so."
"Get some beer, too," Hank directed as he went out the door.
"Joe...? " Lucy managed faintly, but the front door of their room closed to cut off her voice, and an instant later she heard the starting of the engine of the station wagon.
"You need something, kid?" Hank Dade said through the bathroom door. "Don't think he heard you."
"No," the naked blonde gasped. "No. I don't need a thing."
"Okay." Hank Dade's voice revealed his understanding of the awkwardness of her situation, and for the first time it occurred to Lucy that this whole thing might have been planned. She'd suspected something earlier when Hank had claimed all the cabins except for these adjoining rooms were full. Now she realized he might have carefully selected this motel precisely for the purpose of renting what he'd called the "suite". Perhaps this morning's delays had been contrived just so they would arrive here at nightfall. Upon that speculation came another disturbing thought: perhaps he had given Joe faulty directions to the food place. If that were the case, she could be stuck here alone for hours, because she knew her husband would doggedly search until he found it, if it really even existed. Then, coming quickly on the heels of these random and paranoid observations, the conclusion formed itself suddenly in Lucy's mind as a skin tingling and fearful question:
If this had all been planned, what were Hank and Sylvia Dade's plans for her?
CHAPTER FOUR
Her mind racing completely out of control over a series of sordid and chilling fantasies; the naked young blonde waited trembling behind the locked door of the bathroom. She reminded herself again of the look of sympathy she'd seen in Sylvia's eyes not long before, and now even that became a grim and frightening harbinger. Then Lucy stiffened as she heard the low cat-like sound that issued suddenly from the bedroom beyond the foyer. She held her breath; frozen by fear as the moan-wail was repeated; even louder.
Then as that sound was balanced by a deep masculine grunting, the abandoned and naked young wife realized what was happening. The Dades were going to have sexual intercourse while Joe was gone. They were going to make love, right here in the same cabin with her, and she would have to listen to them whether she wanted to or not.
It was only gradually that Lucy's shock and indignation were replaced by relief, and as the true significance of what she heard from the bedroom came over her, she couldn't suppress the audible sigh that rose from her lungs. In spite of all the vulgarity of their action, this hardly compared with the least of the fantasies and fears with which she'd recently been plagued. At least she wouldn't be harmed. She was still safe from Hank Dade, and that was what she'd really been worried about.
For what must have been almost a full minute Lucy stood motionless and listened at the door. Her jaw was slack and her mouth hung slightly open. Her heart was pounding furiously in her breasts and her body trembled slightly as the female moan was heard again, followed by another low male grunt.
Lucy's naked flesh broke out in tiny goose bumps as she listened, and again she remembered those few moments of ecstasy last night with Joe when she'd thought she was finally going to make it. Now hearing these lewd sounds of the Dades' wild sexual foreplay brought it all back to life in her memory, and her clitoris tingled in physical pleading to bring back to life the lingering desire and need that had lain dormant in her unfulfilled body throughout the day.
Of course she'd already heard the other couple doing it once before, this very morning as she'd lain in bed beside her sleeping husband. But now, being alone with them in this little cabin made it different, and though she knew she should only feel outrage at their lascivious and improper action, she found in fact that she was oddly excited by what she heard.
Almost unconsciously Lucy moved one of her hands up to her own sensuously naked body, caressing and massaging softly over the still damp flesh of her voluptuously unencumbered breasts, the nipples again pricking to tingling rigidity from the teasing contact. Then without thinking of what she was doing, she moved her hand slowly downward over her belly and into the silken-moist triangle of blonde hair that grew sparsely over the forbidden little mound of her pussy. She pressed her finger gently across the already hotly aroused little bud of her clitoris, leaning her head even closer to the door as the grunting and moaning sounds from the bedroom grew more feverishly intense.
Lucy listened like an eavesdropper for a few moments longer, then suddenly becoming aware of what she was doing, she pulled her hand away from between her thighs and drew back from the door, a wave of self-loathing sweeping over her as she realized what she'd been on the verge of doing.
She was falling right into the trap the more worldly couple had set for her. She was listening to them and she was getting excited, and that was exactly what they must have expected.
Trying as best she could to control her hastened breathing, Lucy looked quickly around the bath room. Her objective now was just to get back to her own room as quickly as she could and get dressed, then she could leave the cabin and wait outside for Joe to get back and the Dades' could have their fun harmlessly.
But there was still nothing to hide her body except the under-sized towels, and it was with a feeling of considerable apprehension that the vulnerably naked blonde looped one of the small towels around her waist and pressed the other almost uselessly over her upstanding nipple-peaked breasts. Then, blushing with shame and embarrassment, she eased the door open and started out into the foyer, ready to flee to her room.
Instead she stopped, staring with shock through the half-open door of the other bedroom.
Hank and Sylvia Dade lay completely naked fully in her view on the bed. She was so close to them she dared not breathe, and she could clearly distinguish their exposed bodies in the dim light of the nightstand lamp which illuminated the room.
Lucy pressed the one towel tightly against her breasts. The other towel, tucked loosely in around her waist, hung precariously on the flare of her hips. She stood motionless and rooted, her eyes taking in the scene before her with shocked fascination.
Sylvia Dade lay on her side across the bed. One of her legs was bent at the knee and Lucy could clearly observe the dark-haired vee of pubic hair nestled so appealingly between her parted thighs. She was moving her leg restlessly up and down on the cover of the bed, as though to cause her naked hair-fringed cunt-lips to rub together in teasing friction.
Hank Dade lay beside her. but as Lucy gawked in wide-eyed amazement, he raised himself to a kneeling position almost against the wall and right at eye level to his prone and naked wife. Sylvia's eyes shone in the dim light as she reached out, wrapping one hand around his broad hairy waist to pull his body even closer to her lust-stained face, and using the other hand to clasp the unbelievably enormous shaft of his upstanding cock.
Then Lucy almost fainted as she allowed her eyes to feast without restraint upon that obscene sight. Before, when he'd exposed himself to her outside the restrooms of the Howard Johnson's, his penis had been soft, and even at that too big to believe. But now it was fully erected, rock hard, thick and long, and the still-innocent blonde housewife shivered at the thought of any woman trying to take all of that up inside her vagina.
Lucy knew it was wrong for her to be watching like this, and she thought she would literally die if either of the Dades looked up and saw her peering through the half-open door. But she couldn't bring herself to move away. She was spellbound by the sheer obscenity of the spectacle. But Hank and Sylvia seemed too engrossed to care who watched them, and she realized with a strange sense of shame that she might actually learn something from observing another more experienced couple having sexual intercourse. Certainly Sylvia
Dade didn't have Lucy's problem with frigidity. That had been obvious enough from what she'd heard this morning. But seeing it would give her an even better grasp of their more worldly version of the act of sex.
As Lucy pressed closer to the half-open door and peered intently into the dimly lighted room; Sylvia pushed her naked husband back down to a reclining position on his back, then rose to her knees beside him. She knelt down, her voluptuously naked breasts swaying with her every move as she stared down at his exposed, hair-covered belly and loins and the up-thrusting hardness of his massive cock.
A shiver of anticipation coursed through the naked blonde's sensuous and slender body as she watched Sylvia reach out to take the monstrous hardness in her hand, bending it up from Hank's hairy belly until it was pointed directly toward her face. His thick blood-filled cockhead seemed to glow purple in the soft lamplight that illuminated the room, and Lucy thought his penis must be almost twice the size of her own husband's. It seemed to twitch and surge even larger as the voluptuous brunette began to stroke slowly up and down along his straining cockshaft. And as she leaned her face gradually lower over the excited man's naked loins, Lucy got her first inkling of what the other woman was really going to do.
Oh my God, the lustfully aroused young blonde thought, her mind whirling with the lurid sight as she grappled with the truth. Never had she even imagined anything so perverse, and yet merely from the lust-glazed look in Sylvia's eyes she knew it had to be. The dark-haired woman was looking at her husband's over-sized penis like a child relishing the first lick on an all-day sucker, her tongue flicking teasingly out from her mouth to moisten her lips in an intentionally suggestive gesture before she opened wide and with a bobbing of her head took the swollen end of his bulbous cock-head up between her teeth.
Sylvia Dade gave out with a groan of salacious delight as Hank arched his hips up from the bed in an attempt to drive his throbbing male hardness deeper into her mouth. For a moment Lucy thought she was actually going to try to take the entire length of the massive cock between her already cruelly stretched lips, but instead she suddenly turned her face away forcing his pulsing cock out of her mouth and quickly slid farther up on the bed beside him as he humped his lust-swollen cock futilely into the air.
Now Sylvia's naked torso was positioned almost directly above the thick, up-pointed pole of flesh, her swaying nipple-tipped breasts hanging just inches from the swollen tip. Her face was flushed red with her own lust and in Hank's eyes Lucy detected a ruthless animal madness; the near-naked young blonde bit the tip of her tongue as the other woman dropped lower down until the unencumbered swells of her breasts hung right down on the palpitating rod of flesh. Then, balancing herself precariously on her knees, Sylvia placed her hands up to her bare torso, and squeezed her breasts tight together around the throbbing shaft of her husband's ponderous cock.
Lucy gawked in lurid fascination as the voluptuously naked brunette began to roll her breasts slowly in her hands, stroking the rigid and erected column. The purple cockhead disappeared between them, then emerged again as she shimmied up and down in a masturbating motion, the mauve-tipped nipples swelling larger from the illicit physical contact. The whole eerie ritual was almost more than Lucy could confront, and through the fluffiness of the towel she still held clutched tightly against her own firmly rounded breasts she began to tweak and tease her nipples almost in time with the slave-like performance unfolding before her eyes.
Then with a low gusty whimper Sylvia Dade inched back lower down her husband's body, her tongue again flicking from her mouth in explicit invitation as she bent her face down toward the pulsing head of Hank's nakedly up-thrust cock.
Lucy almost passed out from her own lascivious anticipation as she waited for the inevitable. Then she shivered as Sylvia's tongue extended lower to lick up the glistening little drop of seminal fluid that had suddenly appeared in the slitted glans at the tip of the blood-filled cock-head. The woman's lust-narrowed eyes seemed to glow, and Lucy's own vicarious excitement at witnessing her groveling self-subjugation held her spellbound as Sylvia licked hungrily over the cock-tip and began to slaver her tongue slowly up and down the full length of the rock-hard shaft of erected flesh.
"That's it, baby," Hank Dade groaned, his hands moving suddenly down to seize Sylvia's hair and pull her face tightly to his loins as he lunged up from the bed to position the blunt-headed cudgel of his penis right against the entrance to her sensuously ovaled lips.
"Ooooooouuuuuuu," Sylvia purred in lustful masochistic delight, resisting but a moment longer before she took her husband's bulbous cock-head up into her wide-open mouth. Then her purr became a muffled gurgle as Hank arched her hairy buttocks higher from the bed, clinging to her long-flowing hair to close off any avenue of retreat as his lewdly throbbing hardness surged up between her teeth and plunged down the length of her tongue to embed itself all the way to the back of her throat.
Slowly and methodically the mature and experienced woman began to suck. Her hands stroked and clung warmly to the base of his palpitating cock-shaft and her swaying breasts cushioned softly down on Hank's thighs. She was on her knees on the bed, her tightly rounded ass-cheeks posed high in the air. Her head began to bob as she worked her lips up and down the length of the straining rod of flesh, and with each bouncing movement she seemed to inch lower down until finally she'd somehow taken almost the whole menacing length between her lips.
As Lucy watched trance-like through the door, Sylvia increased her wanton sucking rhythm. Her cheeks bloated out as she gobbled Hank's penis hungrily in. Then, further intensifying her efforts, she moved one hand lower between his thighs to massage his ponderous sperm-filled balls, her soft lips rolling tightly in and out as she sucked him without restraint. It was almost too much to believe, and yet as Lucy continued her furtive observation, she realized that, in spite of all the depravity of the subjugating spectacle, Sylvia was deriving almost as much enjoyment as her husband. She was sucking him off and it was exciting her just as much as it was exciting him. And worse, Lucy was getting equally excited herself.
Then, a gurgle swelling from deep in her throat, Sylvia suddenly wrenched her hair free from the grip of Hank's hands. She let his palpitating hardness slip from her mouth, and as Hank grunted in angry frustration she shifted suddenly about to completely change the direction of her own body on the bed. She straddled her own knees right over Hank's neck and head, her breasts hanging down on his belly as she again buried her face in his loins. And before Lucy had quite even grasped what was happening, the dark-haired woman spread her knees wide out to each side, dropping her buttocks downward to completely expose her open vagina both to his view and to the stunned eyes of the near-naked young spectator.
Lucy's heart was beating so fast she could hear it herself, and it was without thought that she reached one of her hands up beneath the towel still hanging loosely about her waist, her extended middle finger moving slowly along the soft surface of one of her inner thighs before coming gently in contact with the already lewdly moistened lips of her cunt. She knew what Sylvia wanted now, and in her strange vicarious identification with the other woman, the aroused young blonde found herself drifting into a state of anticipation that was almost equally lustful.
Then as Lucy's fingers parted the sensuously slickened lips of her own little burning cunt, Sylvia spread her knees out farther and farther on the bed until the soft pink flesh of her glistening dark-haired cunt was pressed down on her husband's face. And without a moment's hesitation he flicked his tongue from his mouth, licking greedily up into the moistened curls of hair that lined the lips of her cunt.
Sylvia moaned around his cock-shaft that had again surged up to fill her mouth, her buttocks waggling in lewd response as Hank reached around her body with both hands, his fingers digging into the tight half-moons of her naked ass-cheeks to spread them apart and give even greater access to her pussy for his urgently slavering tongue.
Lucy felt a shudder of awakened sensuality tingling out through her loins as the brown puckered ring of the other woman's anus was suddenly exposed to her view. Hank was holding her ass-cheeks forcibly wide apart and she could see the tight little hole clenching and contracting as his marauding tongue slashed up into the coral-hued crevice of her vagina, disappearing straight up between the hair-fringed lips to drive deeply into the moistly receiving depths of her cunt.
Now Lucy really let herself go. She dropped the towel she'd held to her breasts and the other towel was gradually working loose from her waist as she wormed her own extended middle finger slowly deeper up into her lust-tortured loins. The sight of the couple on the bed only served to remind her of the lewdly enticing sensations she had derived from Joe's hot breath blowing over her own cunt the night before. She had liked it in spite of everything, yet in the end she had rejected it. Now that rejection filled her with bitter regret and she thought that if she remained here watching this shocking oral exhibition a moment longer she would really go insane with the billows of passion and consuming need building relentlessly through her naked and unfulfilled flesh.
Sylvia moaned and gurgled about the cock-shaft plunging into her mouth, intensifying her own wanton sucking efforts even as she began to undulate her buttocks in an up-and-down fucking motion over her husband's buried face. His tongue was slavering deep up into her cunt and they were locked tightly together in the most obscene posture Lucy could have ever conceived. The dark-haired woman lay nakedly rolling and jerking on top of him. He was flat on his back beneath her, bucking and arching his hips like an Arab belly dancer to drive his elongated cock again and again deeply into her voraciously sucking mouth as he continued his own merciless oral ministrations on her gyrating moisture-gushing loins.
And Lucy could see that Sylvia was wrenching everything she could from her husband's kisses and sucking between her thighs. His tongue was flicking with lizard-like swiftness in and out of the moist passage of her cunt and at the same time his fingers probed straight down into the crack of her wide-parted anus. Lucy could almost feel the teasing pressure herself as his stabbing finger probed directly up against her clenching anus, but though she issued an audible groan Sylvia seemed to relish even the pain, wiggling her tautly ovaled buttocks wildly back against the humiliating intrusion as if she wanted him to push his finger right up inside her tightly puckered rectal opening.
Then the urgently sucking brunette gasped out loud as her resistance gave way and Hank's gouging finger popped suddenly up into the depths of her skewered back passage. From her vantage point Lucy could discern every detail of this perverted intimacy, and she almost whimpered aloud in her own shock and delight as the tight flesh of the other woman's anus gave way and Hank's thickly worming finger drove deeper up into her rectum, embedding itself to the hilt straight up between the cheeks of her ass. And as she shuddered and swayed above him, he began to move his hand to fuck in and out of her obscenely stretched anus in time with the limber penetrations of his tongue spearing up into her cunt.
Shivers rippled down Lucy's spine as she clenched her own tingling rectum in sympathy. She felt the towel slip suddenly from her waist and drop to the floor, but she made no move to retrieve it. Entranced by the wild oral fucking before her, she pressed her trembling outthrust middle finger swiftly deeper up into the moistly heated folds of her cunt. Her thumb brushed electrically over the rigidly hardened tip of her clitoris and any guilt she might have experienced at her own obscene and shameful action was completely swept away by the agonizing frustration of the ravishing need that had been unleashed in her naked loins and breasts.
Then slowly the bouncing movements of the two hungrily sucking and writhing people on the bed increased. Muffled grunts issued from between Sylvia's loins as Hank continued to kiss and suck her cunt, and she responding with her own gurgling mewls of delight around the pumping shaft of his impaling cock. The young and almost inexperienced blonde wife was lost in a libidinous daze of blinding sensual passion as she listened to the lascivious gasps and whimpers, and in the frenzy of her own wildly building excitement she thrust her extended finger even more swiftly in and out of the burning tightness of her cunt, now masturbating openly in the abandonment of her raging lust as she realized for the first time that what she secretly witnessed was not merely foreplay, but a means to an end itself.
They weren't just playing around for the purpose of exciting themselves in anticipation of orthodox sex. They were doing it for real, now. Even she could see that neither one of them had the least intention of stopping, and as that illumination dawned upon her, the stunned blonde experienced a fluttering tingle deep in her own belly that was beyond anything she'd ever known before.
A moment later Hank Dade gasped out the warning that confirmed what Lucy had sensed: "Uh-h! Suck it, baby. Suck it harder! I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ... I'm cummmin-nnnngggg!"
It was all too much. He was cumming right in Sylvia's mouth! His thighs had clamped tightly against her ears to hold her face in place and he was bucking up and down like a bull in heat, his jabbing finger driving in and out of her ass and his grunts of orgasmic release pouring straight up into the opened moisture of her wildly spasming vagina, and the fire of the blonde's own frantically building lust was raging suddenly completely beyond her control. A loud and audible whimper issued from her lips as she began to masturbate in earnest, parting her feet wider on the wood floor to give her fingers easier access to the passion-ravished flesh of her cunt.
As Lucy listened to Sylvia sucking and swallowing down the ceaselessly erupting volcano of Hank's ejaculating cum and heard the woman's own garbled whimpers of orgasm, she lost herself in her own eager masturbation. The rhythm of her plundering middle finger gained swiftly in momentum as the moistly tight walls of her cunt flowered open to pull and suck at her probing digit. She rammed it deeper and deeper, her lustfully aroused body humping and gyrating in a turbulence of sensual excitement as she climbed toward the clouds of release.
And moments later it came.
Lucy's body was seized by a sudden spasming tautness. Then her mind almost went blank as a new more intense fluttering began. She blinked, staring through blurred vision at the now hazy figures writhing on the bed, her consuming joy screaming out silently inside her mind as her cunt contracted around her deep-sunken middle finger and the wetness of her vagina spilled out of her pulsing cunt-lips to flow in a stickily oozing stream down over her hands and along her sensitive inner thighs.
She gasped in building excitement, her legs almost buckling beneath her as the waves of ecstasy flooded through her arms and breasts. She worked her thumb madly back and forth over the trembling bud of her clitoris as her soul spiraled upward and soared almost out of herself in the exquisite fantasy of release.
Then it was over and she leaned forward panting against the door, the weight of her body pushing it slowly shut, and she stared dazedly through the narrowing crack at Hank Dade's smiling face. His head was sticking up from between Sylvia's thighs, his cheek pressed against the firm round cushions of her ass. And Lucy almost fainted as his eyes met hers.
Then the picture was cut off, to the sound of the closing door.
CHAPTER FIVE
Perhaps twenty minutes passed between the time Lucy fled naked from the foyer back into her bedroom and the moment she saw the spraying of headlights across the curtained window that signaled her husband's return-twenty agonizing minutes during which the shattered young blonde questioned the whole basis of her marriage, of her love for her husband and their sex life together, and of her own very existence itself.
When she'd met those leering eyes she could have happily died on the spot, and the natural conclusion to which she had jumped was that Hank Dade had seen her finger-fucking herself to the first real climax she'd ever experienced in her life. It was only later, after she'd entered her room, locked the door and climbed, still naked, between the sheets, that it occurred to her the situation might not be as serious as she'd first assumed. Not that there was a possibility Hank hadn't seen her and was not aware she'd been witness to him and Sylvia performing their lurid act of oral love. He had seen her, all right. But he'd only seen her face. Her body had been pressed against the door, thus concealed by the door itself. And though her face would certainly have revealed her hysterical state of excitement, he could not possibly have ascertained merely from her expression that she had actually been masturbating as she watched him and his wife kissing and sucking one another's genitals in the lewdest embrace she'd ever observed.
Joe entered, laden down with the bag of spare-ribs and a six-pack of beer, stopped and stared down with concern as he saw Lucy beneath the covers of the bed. "Is there something wrong, honey?"
Lucy shook her head, hardly able to even meet his eyes. For a moment she toyed with the idea of telling him what had happened-not the whole truth, of course, but telling him at least that Hank and Sylvia had performed sexually for her to see, and making clear her certainty the performance had been intentionally staged. But that would still entail her admitting she had watched them, and it was an admission Lucy didn't have the courage to make.
"No," the sex-spent blonde said after a moment. "I'm just tired from the trip. I thought I'd try to catch a nap and ... and wait for you to get back."
Joe studied her silently for a moment, then put the bag and the six-pack down on the small divan against the opposite wall and turned to the door that led to the foyer and the bath. He unlocked it and stepped through then paused and looked back at Lucy. "You locked the door?"
"I ... I just did it out of habit," Lucy began, her own welling remorse at the lewd act she'd committed almost causing her voice to break. "I thought I was going to sleep and ... " Her voice trailed off as she found herself at a momentary loss for words.
Joe nodded thoughtfully and cleared his throat. Then he stepped back into the bedroom and closed the door. He came across to the bed and sat down beside her, laying his hand softly over her shoulder on the outside of the cover. He looked silently into her eyes for a moment before he spoke:
"Look, honey. I wish you'd be a little more open-minded about Hank and Sylvia."
Open-minded? Lucy thought with inner derision.
"I know Hank seems a little vulgar sometimes. And Sylvia ... Sylvia seems like she's flirting. But that's just their way. They're good people, really. And they are helping us out a lot by giving us this ride. Hank hasn't let me pay for any of the gas, and all. And when you make it so damned obvious that you don't like them ... or don't trust them ... " Joe shook his head.
"Aw hell, honey. I don't know. I just wish you'd try a little harder to ... get along."
He stopped, removing his hand from her. Lucy stared at her husband, saying not a word, and for the first time in her life she found herself feeling openly contemptuous of him. A moment later Joe got up and went out to the bath. When he left the room, Lucy slid from the bed and quickly dressed, musing as she did so that in spite of everything she did feel better, physically at least, as a result of the rousing climax she'd derived from her shameless act of masturbation.
Somehow, Lucy got through the night. Perhaps it was her bitterness at Joe for his naivete that sustained her, but as the two couples dined on the hot-tasting spare-ribs in the Dades' room, Lucy couldn't help but think that her knowledge about the other couple and Joe's ignorance of what she knew made her somehow superior. She felt as if he were the innocent, she the initiate. Neither Hank nor Sylvia referred in any way to what had happened earlier, yet in their very silence Lucy sensed a conspiracy. Joe was excluded, somehow set apart from the three of them. Perhaps as a cover-up for her own remorse Lucy relished his symbolic exclusions.
When they retired that night, Joe tried to make love to her but Lucy adamantly refused. It wasn't so much that she was physically not in the mood, for the fact was that her illicit masturbatory climax had only served to whet her taste for sexual satisfaction. But she was still plagued by remorse and as a subconscious protective mechanism she turned her bitterness not in toward herself where it belonged but outward, toward her husband. She insisted that she was exhausted, refused to even remove her panties, and turned her back on him. Joe sighed, kissed her softly on the neck, and said, "All right, honey. Good night."
Moments later Lucy heard the slowing of his breathing that signaled he was asleep. Then she rolled on her back, her own eyes still open wide, and lay staring for hours up into the darkness. Though she'd had almost no sleep the night before, she knew instinctively that neither would she be able to sleep tonight. Too much had happened in such a short span of time and she had to work things out in her mind.
First, in spite of the fact that she'd managed to endure the evening, she still didn't see how she would ever make it through the rest of the trip under almost communal living conditions with the Dades. Hank may have said nothing at dinner abut what had happened earlier, but she knew he wasn't going to forget about it. Sooner or later the question would come up. Lucy would have to acknowledge what she'd done and answer for it, and the very thought of that filled her with shame.
Then there was her relationship with Joe. She had the feeling that now they were really in a crucial period of their married life, a period of crisis. Something was about to happen, and with her in her present state of mind there was no reason to think it would be good. And yet last night when they had made live it had been almost good for her. Perhaps in some strange way that lovemaking with her husband had prepared her for the climax she'd finally achieved tonight. So perhaps there was still hope for them.
Her breath coming slightly harder at the mere recollection, Lucy turned her head sideways on the pillow and stared in the darkness at her sleeping husband's shadowy form. Perhaps if she hadn't refused him tonight, the very momentum of what had happened earlier would have made it work the way it had never worked before. But she had refused him and he had accepted her refusal, complacently. He could have insisted. Certainly his hero Hank Dade would have insisted if it had been Sylvia who claimed she was tired.
Lucy stiffened suddenly in bed at the thought that had entered her mind. She couldn't imagine why she should be thinking of that. Yet at the same time she knew it was true. Hank Dade was the kind of man who wouldn't take no for an answer, and in some perverse way she now found that idea appealing. He was at least a man, and he could satisfy a woman, which she'd seen all too clearly with her own eyes.
And maybe, she thought, trembling from the very idea, he could even satisfy her.
Lucy's heart was pounding frenziedly in her breast and her body was tense with a strange gnawing kind of excitement and fear as she allowed herself to dwell on the unthinkable. What would it be like to make love to Hank Dade? My God, it was too unreal to believe that she could even be asking herself such a question and she thought that she must actually be in serious psychological trouble if she could even dream of such a thing. And she wasn't even attracted to him. She found him, because of his attitude as much as his looks, almost repulsive. And she could never ever have actually taken his giant cock in her vagina. Just the aspect of the situation alone made the whole thing a moot consideration. And yet as she lay in the dark, beset by the lurid images that fluttered through her consciousness, she couldn't help asking herself what it would be like to try.
* * *
From Texarkana to El Paso they did not stop except for food and gas. They streaked through the pine forest of East Texas, the farm and ranches in the central part of the state. By late afternoon they were in the desert. The road was a straight, endless-looking ribbon that ran to a sky set down like glass against the apparent edge of the earth. The sun settled like a sulphur ball on the blue mountains to the west. And Hank Dade kept driving.
By eleven that night Lucy was so exhausted she could hardly hold her head up. Because of the guilt and apprehension gnawing at her consciousness the day had been strenuous psychologically as well as physically. Within the cramped confines of the heavily loaded station-wagon she felt like an animal caged in a zoo among predators that thrived on its species. Hank, and to a lesser extent Sylvia, was constantly a menace. In her mind's eye a vision of his smiling face looking at her through the closing bedroom door was a constant hovering presence. And the fact that Hank made no reference, either cloaked or overt, did nothing to console her. She could only assume that he was keeping quiet as part of a long-range strategy. He was playing with her, she was sure, as a cat plays with a mouse it intends at its leisure to kill and eat.
Sylvia was also tired and by midnight even Joe showed enough gall to argue with Hank about stopping. But Hank would not be swayed. They would stop in the morning in El Paso. They would sleep through the day and then visit Juarez that night. In her own near-dream state of fatigue Lucy drew one conclusion from his unwavering determination: Whatever Hank had planned for her was planned for tomorrow night in Juarez.
The first light of dawn was creeping up from the east when they passed Fabens. Lucy had drifted in and out of uneasy slumber during the last several hours of the drive. Sylvia was sleeping peacefully beside her in the back seat. Joe, in the front beside Hank, looked like a disk jockey who'd finished a week-long marathon of continuous broadcasting. Only Hank Dade was still fit, and Lucy was astonished at his energy and stamina, not to mention his appetite, when they stopped at a little cafe on the edge of El Paso. After breakfast was finished they drove to a motel. Hank woke up the manager and rented a couple of rooms.
Lucy and Joe staggered exhausted into theirs. She stripped off her dress and brassiere, letting the garments lie at her feet on the floor, and fell into bed.
Joe got in beside her. His snoring began almost immediately. Sleep overcame her but minutes afterward and the next thing she knew it was two in the afternoon and Sylvia was beating on their door. She'd brought coffee in paper cups from a restaurant across the street. She announced that Hank wanted to take Joe for a scouting expedition over to the Mexican side of the river. They would come back in the evening and take the women over that night. Lucy had her coffee and showered. By the time she got out of the bath, Hank had arrived with a bag of hamburgers also from across the street. The four of them had lunch in the McClain's room. Then the men said goodbye and got up to leave. Lucy watched them go with a feeling almost of relief. She knew the time for at least her first trial had come. Since the night before last when she'd watched the Dades making oral love she'd managed to avoid confronting either of them alone. Now she could only be thankful it was Sylvia rather than Hank whom she was obliged to face.
The two women sat silent for a moment, facing each other across the room. After her shower, Lucy had put on a light summer dress which clung teasingly to the soft curves of her flesh. Sylvia was attired in the same tight shorts and skimpy halter she'd been wearing the day they'd embarked on the trip. She was sprawled in the easy chair, while Lucy sat on the edge of the bed.
"Well. . . " Sylvia sighed after a moment, as though to break the silence. She was looking Lucy in the eyes, smiling again in a warm, friendly way. But in her dark eyes there was a gleeful twinkle Lucy couldn't quite ignore.
The young blonde met the more mature woman's gaze for a moment. Then, almost absently she let her eyes descend to the voluptuous curves of Sylvia's richly tanned body, teasingly exposed by the skimpy halter and tight-fitting shorts. Looking at her, she couldn't forget the memory of what she'd seen two nights ago when she'd watched Sylvia and Hank making lurid oral love in the motel room back in Texarkana. And that memory matched with the air of worldly self-confidence Sylvia seemed to exude gave the more innocent female the most discomforting sensation of being in the presence of a person who was more of a woman than herself. Because she knew Joe was attracted to Sylvia, Lucy had disliked her from the beginning. But she had to concede his attitude was only natural. Hank Dade's wife exuded a femininity and sexuality it would have been impossible for any healthy male to ignore.
"I guess this is really the first chance you and I have had to be alone," Sylvia said.
"Yes. I guess it is," Lucy nodded.
"And I think it's long overdue," Sylvia continued. "I think we have things to talk about."
Lucy merely waited in silent resignation.
"Perhaps a drink would help?" the brunette offered, standing up from the chair.
Again Lucy ventured to gaze up the length of Sylvia's lush, attractive body. She wondered idly if this was Hank Dade's scheme, to have Sylvia get her drunk while he had Joe with him across the border.
But now oddly she hardly cared. She felt defeated already, completely defenseless and at the mercy of the other couple. And if she were going to be shamed and humbled for her own disgraceful action the other night, a little alcohol might at least make it easier to endure the ordeal.
Without waiting further for an answer, Sylvia turned and walked out of the room. She returned a few minutes later, bearing a bottle of gin and a small bucket of ice, which she explained she'd borrowed from a bar.
There must be glasses in the bath," she said, setting the ice-bucket down on the table and opening the gin.
Lucy rose obediently and walked into the bathroom and retrieved the two small glasses from the sink. Sylvia poured two generous shots over the ice and handed one of them to the blonde. Lucy returned to her place on the bed, sipping her drink nervously. She grimaced slightly from the burning after-taste of the gin, but almost immediately felt the effects of the alcohol in her head.
These are rough times," Sylvia said casually. "I remember how my father used to talk about the depression. He went to California then. They moved back East during the war. I don't know, I guess Hank and I are a little better prepared to deal with it. After all we've been through in our marriage being broke and blowing along like this, like being blown along in the wind ... it's just another phase. I know things are hard for you and Joe."
"Yes," Lucy said, then fell silent again. The two women continued to sip at their drinks and Sylvia continued to chatter idly, about the recession, about their trip, about what they might find when they reached California a few days hence. When Lucy had drained her glass Sylvia came over and refilled it, then resumed her seat and continued to speak. The young blonde was beginning to wonder if her fears about this encounter hadn't been completely unfounded. Then Sylvia fell silent for a moment, smiling at her in that same warm way, and said point-blank:
"You and Joe have your share of troubles in bed, don't you?"
A few moments earlier Lucy would have been prepared for a remark like that. But Sylvia's chatter and the alcohol she'd imbibed had lulled her into unwariness, and she was completely stunned, incapable of any response but an open-mouthed stare.
"Don't look shocked, honey," Sylvia said lightly. "After all, we are both women."
"But I don't see where you get the right to say that," Lucy blurted foolishly, drinking down almost half a glass of gin in hardly more than a gulp.
Sylvia smiled. "You don't? I think you do."
Red-faced, Lucy stared at the floor. At last she nodded. "You're right. But it's still not fair. I know what you're trying to do and it's cruel and heartless. It's like kicking a person while they're down. I just wish ... I wish you two would never have come into our lives."
"Maybe we're trying to help."
"Don't insult my intelligence. We don't need your kind of help. I don't need it and Joe doesn't need it either."
Now Sylvia's smile was superior, condescending. "Honey, we heard you fucking."
Though the revelation came as no surprise, the voluptuous brunette's blunt way of saying it caused Lucy to recoil with shame and indignation. Desperately in need of support, she rose abruptly and walked to the table and poured herself another stiff shot of gin.
Sylvia looked admiringly at the younger woman's slender inviting body. "And you didn't quite make it, did you honey? That night in Louisville?"
Lucy stared in helpless exasperation down at the other woman. This was turning out to be even worse than she'd expected. She felt absolutely without defense, stripped of all her dignity and pride.
At last the young blonde shook her head, her eyes reddening with tears. "No. I didn't make it. I never have except...."
"I know," Sylvia said casually.
Lucy stared suddenly back at her, going pale at what she'd heard.
"But I would have made it very easily that night with Joe. I would have made it more than once. And you would have made it if Hank had been fucking you instead. Hank, as you already know, is a regular trapeze artist in bed. And he can go as long as he has to. And you can cum. We both know that."
"What do you mean?" Lucy gasped, still clinging desperately to the hope that Sylvia was referring to something other than what she feared.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Sylvia said gently. "Every woman does it one time or another."
"But ... but you knew I was ... ? "
"Masturbating? Well, it was fairly obvious, unless you were getting off on the doorknob."
"Oh my God," the shattered blonde gasped. Then suddenly an even more disturbing thought entered her mind. Joe and Hank might be alone in a bar somewhere over in Juarez, speaking at this very minute about precisely the same thing, and that would really be more than she could endure.
"Don't worry," Sylvia soothed, as though she had read Lucy's mind. "Your secret is safe with us." She stood up and placed her hand gently to the younger woman's cheek. "And think about what I've said. Hank and I can help you. We want to help you."
Leaving the gin on the table, Sylvia said goodbye and left.
The bottle was half full at six that evening when Joe and Hank got back from Juarez. Lucy, completely crushed by Sylvia's revelation that she and Hank knew she had been masturbating while she watched them in bed, sat in the easy chair the more mature woman had occupied earlier. She didn't even look up when her husband came in. She just stared blankly across the room. In her hand was an empty glass.
"That's a whole other world over there," Joe exclaimed enthusiastically. "Mexico, right out of the movies or ... " Then, seeing the gin bottle and the glazed look on Lucy's face, he let his voice trail off.
"What the hell's going on here?"
Lucy lifted her face slowly and looked her husband in the eyes. "Joe," she began in a quivering voice, "if you really love me, there's only one thing we can do and we have to do it right now."
"Hunh? What are you talking about?"
"If you really love me we'll take the last of the money and buy bus tickets on to Los Angeles and we will leave, alone, tonight."
"Are you crazy?"
"No."
"But you are drunk."
"Yes," Lucy sighed. "I'm drunk. Now do you love me or not?"
"Of course I ... uh ... of course I love you," Joe stammered. "But I'm not going to do some damned stupid thing like spending the rest of our money on bus tickets when we can ride for free."
Lucy sighed. She knew it would do no good to argue. She didn't feel like arguing any more. Or maybe it was that she didn't really care.
"All right," the young blonde said, refilling her glass. "But I'm warning you: Our marriage will never be the same if we don't leave these awful people now, tonight. I know it. I can feel it."
"What you can feel is alcohol soaking your paranoid brain. You're ruining this whole trip and it could really have been fun. Now go wash your face or something and try to sober up a little. We're going to Mexico tonight. I don't know what the hell it is that's really worrying you anyway."
Lucy again turned her eyes toward her husband. Now her expression revealed only contempt. "I bet you don't, do you."
The angry young husband cursed under his breath. "If you think there's something going on between me and Sylvia, forget it. I've got too much respect for Hank."
Lucy laughed, bitterly, drunkenly. "All right, Joe. Just don't tell me I didn't warn you. And you go on with them tonight. I'll stay here and finish the gin."
CHAPTER SIX
A small jazz band played outdated dance music on a stage at one end of the dance floor. A bar ran the length of the spacious smoke-filled hall. It was lined with drinking men-G.I.'s out of uniform, American ranchers in boots and Stetson hats, Mexicans in straw sombreros. Most of them were accompanied by women, dark-skinned, black eyed and lovely. Before the stage a young brown-skinned girl was doing a strip-tease act. Now she was down to her brassiere, garter belt, nylons and panties. But few people seemed to notice. On the other side of the dance floor a spacious area was populated by wooden tables where more men sat drinking with more women like the women at the bar. The dance floor was populated with couples, locked in tight embrace though the music tempo might have called for more movement and less body contact.
Hank Dade danced with a fourteen year old, who claimed she was a virgin, from a village south of Guadalajara. He held her supple body tightly to him, rubbing one of his thighs up between her legs as he guided her slowly across the wooden floor. She wore a low-cut silk dress that revealed a pair of amber-hued breasts that defied her stated age and that was split far up her thigh on the side.
Joe and Sylvia watched from the bar. They were drinking tequila and that, coming on top of the beer they'd had with dinner, was having a profound effect on his sense of balance. But it did nothing to dull his other senses. He could smell the aroma of rich perfume that permeated the air, and out of this aromatic melange he could clearly distinguish the musky odor of the perfume with which Sylvia had spiced her own shapely body. He was acutely aware of her voluptuous breasts, exposed almost to the nipples by the low-cut cocktail dress she wore. And he was aware of the lusty sexuality in her voice when she spoke:
"Looks like Hank's decided to get himself a little." She smiled at the slight reddening of the younger man's face, as she moved a couple of steps closer to him along the bar. "I guess it's my fault Lucy couldn't come along. I shouldn't have gone off and left the gin bottle in your room. But I didn't think she'd drink that much of it. I just thought a little alcohol might help break the ice between us."
"It's just as well," Joe grunted bitterly.
Sylvia smiled hungrily up at his face. "What do you mean by that?"
"She's too up-tight to come to a place like this." He paused, looking around the spacious dance hall with a kind of wonder. "They're all whores, aren't they?"
"Every last one of us," Sylvia said with a light little laugh.
Then her eyes abruptly focused sharply on the dance floor. Joe followed her gaze. To his astonishment, he saw that Hank was in the process of peeling several one-dollar bills off the roll he carried in his pocket. He counted out five of them, handed them to the girl. She smiled and stuffed them into her brassiere. He put his arm around her and they walked away, exiting through a door off to the right of the stage.
Joe turned slowly back toward Sylvia. When he saw-that she was still smiling, he was hardly able to believe his eyes. Her husband had just gone off with another woman, a prostitute, and she didn't even seem to care.
"Well," Sylvia shrugged, toasting with her salt-rimmed glass. "Looks like that leaves just the two of us." She paused, moistening her lips in an intentionally seductive gesture, her eyes sparkling mischief. "Fucky-sucky, two bucky."
"Hunh?" Joe croaked, certain he'd misunderstood.
"That's my recession special. Two dollars. Come on now, don't be a cheapskate."
As Joe stared in disbelief, Sylvia reached behind his back and pulled his wallet from his trousers. She opened it and extracted two one-dollar bills from the rapidly diminishing roll, two dollars, he was thinking, he couldn't really have afforded even if she had been serious. She moved away and leaned over the bar to whisper something in the bartender's ear. They both looked at Joe. They both laughed. Then she handed the bartender the bills.
"Come on, lover," Sylvia said, moving back to take him by the arm. "The house claimed the whole take but I'll stick to my part of the deal.
Joe swallowed hard, his cock jerking in his trousers in primal reflex to the lewd suggestion. Of course he knew she couldn't be serious, and he was still wondering how he was going to get his two dollars back from the bartender as she led him across the dance floor and through the door by which Hank and the young whore had previously exited.
They found themselves in a long, dimly lit corridor lined on each side by doors. Sylvia still held Joe tightly by his upper bicep, and she was pressing her own body disturbingly close to his as they walked along the hall. She inspected the numbers above the door, then, reaching the one marked. "Ll", she stopped. "Here we are," she said in an even lustier voice. The sexy brunette opened the door and ushered the astonished young man inside. She found a switch on the wall and turned on a dim naked bulb dangling from a cord in the center of a shabby little room furnished with a double bed, a single straight-backed chair, and nothing else.
"It's a whore's cubicle," Joe said with a gulp. "I read about a room like this in a book one time." He glanced back at the stark wooden chair, noting the wash pan and bar of soap that rested on it. "But I still don't understand what we're doing here."
"What do you think?" Sylvia said teasingly. She pushed the door closed and threw the latch, then before Joe could make a move to resist, her arms were around his neck, her open mouth covering hungrily over his, her full sensuous breasts pressed hard against his chest as she squirmed her voluptuous body tightly to his own.
Joe kissed her back out of sheer reflex, his cock lurching to almost full erection in his trousers as she squirmed her thighs against his crotch. His hand dropped down between their bodies, covering firmly over the voluptuously rounded mound of one of her half-exposed breasts. He was gasping for breath, his tongue snaking hungrily into her mouth, his whole body trembling with excitement as he almost forgot that the woman in his arms was his best friend's wife.
Then, suddenly realizing the danger of this kind of playing around, Joe pulled forcibly free. "Are you crazy?" he gasped through the panting of his breath. "I can't take too much of that."
Sylvia's face was flushed with her own building excitement and her eyes were tinted with lust as she stared back at him. Joe was even more naive that she thought and it was beginning to look like she was going to have to rape him to get the message across. But then it wouldn't be the first time for that either.
"We better get out of here right now," Joe continued doggedly, feeling his cock twitch even harder in his trousers in spite of his resolution not to let himself get further aroused.
"You paid for it," Sylvia said teasingly. "Am I going to have to serve it to you on a silver platter?"
"But you're Hank's wife."
"And Hank is fucking another whore down the hall right now."
Joe's throat was so constricted he could hardly find the words to speak. He'd wanted Sylvia Dade ever since the first time he saw her. She was exactly the physical opposite to his own beautiful and innocent wife, sexy and free, the perfect piece of variety. And he knew instinctively she had none of Lucy's sex hang-ups, which was what made the idea of what she was suggesting even more appealing. But he couldn't do it. No matter what Hank was doing, Joe didn't have the right to sleep with his wife.
"That's different," the excited young man said after a moment. "Hank and I are friends. What he does is between him and you, but I can't...."
"Hank doesn't care," Sylvia purred. "Can't you see, this is all part of the game. Now come on, don't act like a kid. Come here and kiss me again and start getting me ready to fuck."
Joe started to ask what game she was talking about. Then he forgot about that as his eyes trailed slowly over the lush softness of her bare shoulders and arms, the full up-thrust swells of her breasts. Then he looked back at her lust-flushed face and he knew it was too late to say no.
A moment later he made his move. He stepped suddenly forward to force his lips over Sylvia's mouth, one hand moving again to the lush swells of her breasts, the other slipping between their bodies to move up her inner thighs and press hard against the flat plane of her cunt on the outside of the light cocktail dress.
"Ooohhh," Sylvia moaned, thrilled by the naive young husband's sudden change of attitude. She opened her mouth wide and ovaled her lush hungry lips, taking his searching tongue willingly into her mouth as she felt him work his hand down into the low neck of her dress to begin to tweak almost viciously at the tingling little lust-swollen bud of her nipple. At the same time he moved his other hand back down her thighs, seizing the hem of her skirt to tug it up into a bundle at her waist, leaving the lower half of her body completely naked except for her panties, garter belt and nylons.
Joe was trembling with the urgency of his own lust, and he could feel his cock straining against the constricting tightness of his trousers. The wife of the man he so respected and idolized seemed to be melting in surrender in his arms and even if what they were doing was wrong it was too late to stop himself now. Her breasts were squirming hard against his chest and she parted her thighs as he reached between them and pulled aside the crotch band of her panties, finding easy access to the naked moistness of her lust-heated cunt beneath.
Then Joe withdrew his lips from the aroused brunette's mouth. He pulled his head back, staring wild-eyed at her lust-masked face. Her body was waiting to be taken and in a sudden fury of animal aggression he pulled the neck of the low dress down off her breasts so that they popped completely into freedom out of the half-cups of her brassiere, the nipples visibly perforated and swollen to hard mauve points that crested the exposed and up-thrust swells.
Sylvia gave a low sigh of delight as Joe leaned back toward her, stooping slightly to take one of her urgently erected nipples in his mouth. His tongue whipped over it in hungrily lashing strokes that prompted the little nub to peak even harder.
His other hand remained between her thighs, his marauding fingers hopelessly stretching the crotch-band of her panties as he worked feverishly at the hair-lined lips of her moistened cunt. He parted the soft folds of her flesh, spreading the moisture up and down her lustfully burning slit, then cautiously began to probe at the entrance of the still softly resisting little orifice. And at the same time he walked her forcibly back to the bed. It seemed that once he'd begun he wouldn't stop for anything, but Sylvia had been plotting this too long. She had the whole fantasy worked out in her mind and she was determined to have her way. And anyway, it was all part of the bargain she'd made in the bar.
"Just a minute," Sylvia gasped as she felt the backs of her thighs touch the edge of the bed and she almost lost her balance. She wrapped both her arms around his head, cradling his face warmly to her naked breasts, staring down through lust-glazed eyes as he kissed and sucked at the tingling bud of her nipple.
Then her face contorted from a slight stab of pain as his outstretched middle finger thrust deeper up into the sucking tightness of her cunt. She heaved out a low sigh of wantonly building passion, dropping her right hand from around his neck down to the crotch of his trousers, pulling desperately at the zipper and then reaching in to completely free the fully erected hardness of his cock. And as Joe raised his head to gawk at her in excited surprise, Sylvia completely freed herself from his arms, pushing his hand down away from between her lust-soaked thighs and stepped back to put herself completely out of his reach.
Joe stood beside the bed, his mouth hanging slightly open and his eyes bulging wide with his hard cock sticking straight up angry and red from the open fly of his trousers. Before him, Sylvia looked like a society woman photographed midway through her most thrilling rape. Her breasts stood up in full naked freedom over the neck of the black low-cut dress, the pressure of the now useless brassiere cups on their rounded undersides pushing them even higher. Her cheeks were red, her eyes glazed and narrowed. Her long black hair hung gypsy-like over one side of her face. Her skirt was bunched at her stomach above the waistband of her tight-fitting panties, and through their near transparency the silken black triangle of the hair of her cunt was distinguishable. The tops of her dark sheer nylons were moistened by a few drops of glistening female lubricant that had dribbled from her cunt and down her naked inner thighs.
'Take it easy, sonny," Sylvia said teasingly. "You don't have to rape me. Now lie down on your back on the bed and I'm going to do something for you I bet your wife never did."
Still hardly able to believe what was happening, Joe reclined as Sylvia urged him onto his back on the bed. He felt ridiculous lying there with his cock sticking fully hard and pulsing out of the fly of his pants, and he could only groan in lust as Sylvia dropped to a sitting position beside him on the bed and reached down again to take the palpitating shaft of his swollen cock in her tenderly experienced hand.
A low moan of approval rose in Sylvia's throat as she tested the pliancy of his pulsating trunk of flesh. Of course it wasn't nearly as big as Hank's, but then she'd never seen any man hung as well as her husband and sometimes being fucked by someone less incredibly endowed was a pleasant change of pace.
Relishing the younger man's stunned expression, Sylvia clasped his jerking cock even tighter, beginning to move her hand slowly up and down in a teasing masturbatory motion. She drew the taut-stretched skin as far down the shaft as it would go, then peeled it back upward almost over the purplish blood-filled cockhead. She clung to his turgid cock tightly, basking in satisfaction at his building excitement as she felt his hands reach back up over the exposed swells of her breasts.
Then, as Joe's throbbing cock seemed to distend and thicken from the expert manipulations of her hand, she shifted about on the bed and leaned toward him, lowering her face slowly toward his loins and hesitating only when her lips were poised just inches from the naked head of his up-pointed cock.
As Joe groaned in anticipation, Sylvia exhaled her breath hotly down over his distended rod of flesh and the sensitively pulsating cock-head. A twinkle came into her eyes as she watched a little droplet of seminal fluid appear suddenly at the slitted opening of the glans, then her tongue darted lizard-like from her appetite for the perverse act she was about to perform. Joe arched his hips up slightly from the bed and without further hesitation Sylvia dropped her face lower and took the whole of his naked cock-head into her mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," the half-naked lust-aroused brunette moaned as she experienced the strong pungent male taste and tightened her lips down to suck more of his desire-bloated cock-shaft into her hot mouth. Her lips were cruelly stretched and she reached her hand down into the fly of Joe's trousers to cup his sperm-filled balls as she lowered her lips farther down the shaft of his lust-surging hardness. Her own temporarily neglected cunt was burning almost beyond her ability to endure but she knew that would only increase her excitement once she put it back to use, and she continued her agile sucking without restraint, gurgling and licking in eager submission as Joe began to squirm and hump his buttocks up and down on the bed.
Then suddenly the adulterous husband could stand the teasing no longer, and with a low animalistic groan he reached with both hands to seize Sylvia's hair, pulling her face tightly against his loins and thrusting his buttocks up in a wild bucking motion to ram the engorged length of his cock all the way down her throat.
Sylvia almost gagged from the hard prodding of his nub-ended cock-head deep in the back of her throat. He was plundering her mouth almost as ruthlessly as Hank ever had, and she derived a lewd masochistic pleasure from his submitting eagerly to his assault as she sensed his building desire, mewling and gurgling, bobbing her head swiftly up and down over his loins as she gauged the increasing fury of his lust. Then, sensing he was almost ready, she reached up to loosen the button at the top of the zipper of his lust. Then, sensing he was almost ready, she reached up to loosen the button at the top of the zipper of his trousers and in a sudden desperate motion she freed his hands from her hair and jerked her face up from his loins, letting the saliva-coated shaft of his penis slip from her mouth as she raised herself forcibly to a sitting position beside him on the bed.
Sylvia smiled with satisfaction as Joe frowned at her in anger and frustration, his cock springing up and down as he flexed the blood-engorged muscle. He looked like a teenager who'd just been cut off after a serious bout of petting and she relished the energy he would put into the act of fucking once she had that hard cock of his deep up inside her own lustfully throbbing vagina.
"That's enough sucking for two dollars," she purred, her voice quivering with the lust welling through her heated loins.
Sylvia unsnapped her hose from the garter belt and peeled them slowly down her thighs, then pulled the little belt along with her tight-clinging panties slowly down off the ripeness of her buttocks. Her skirt was still bunched precariously at her waist to leave the lower half of her body completely naked to Joe's eager view, and in her state of lewd near-undress Sylvia's physical contrast to Lucy was all the more pronounced.
Lucy's body was fragile, virginal. Even stark naked she looked angelic, a creature to be treated with a certain respect and care. Her blonde pubic hair between her thighs was thick and black, awesomely beautiful.
Then Sylvia reached behind her back to unzip the dress, pulling it quickly down off her body to stand completely naked, looking against the background of squalor of the stark little whorehouse room like a voluptuous aristocrat gone astray. Joe had been tugging at his own trousers while she was taking off her dress and though he still wore his shoes and shirt the trousers were pulled down to his knees. Sitting up on the bed he started to unbutton his shirt. Then Sylvia was upon him, pushing him down on his back.
The naked brunette could feel the nerve-ends tingling over her naked flesh as she undid the last several buttons of the young man's shirt and parted it off his muscular chest. He lay again on his back, looking up at her almost dazedly as she leaned down to run her tongue across his work-hardened pectorals. Then his hands moved back to the lush voluptuousness of her breasts as she lifted one of her knees and planted it beside his pelvis, lifting herself into a straddled kneeling position over his prone tense body.
Sylvia whimpered softly deep in her throat as she felt Joe's strong hands pawing hungrily at her breasts. Her wanton cock-sucking had whetted her desire to a keen raw edge and the sensitive inner folds of her cunt were crying out to be touched, to be filled, to feel the plundering friction of a cock sticking far up inside her. But still she held back for a moment longer, relishing her anticipation as Joe's buttocks jerked beneath her naked ass-cheeks and the saliva-slickened hardness of his cock brushed teasingly between her thighs.
She held herself poised above him; reaching down again to take his tautly straining instrument of flesh in her hand and guide it straight up toward her moistened loins. Then slowly she lowered her buttocks downward, working the spongy burning head of his cock slowly up and down the length of her hair-lined cunt-slit to further spread the moisture now flowing freely from her loins. She sucked in hoarsely from the slight stab of pain as his hard cudgel of flesh pressed against the entrance of her tiny orifice. Then as just the head of his turgid cock popped up into the tight folds of her pussy, she leaned her torso forward; laying her full voluptuous breasts lasciviously down over her throat as he again took one of them into his mouth.
"Yes," Sylvia purred as she felt his hard pulsing cock-shaft prodding up against the warmth of her faintly resisting pussy. "Yes, come on, fuck me, fuck me!"
Then she gasped, her body stiffening as Joe lifted his buttocks higher off the bed and the pressure against her faintly resisting cunt-hole was increased. At the same time he bit down hard on the nipple he held in his mouth and the two searing sensations seemed to set up a current of electricity dancing back and forth between their physical focal points on her body. She shuddered as his hands clawed down her back to seize the naked round half-moons of her ass. Then he pulled her violently downward, ramming his buttocks up at the same time; and she squirmed with sheer delight above him as she felt the resistance give way up between her thighs and his slashing cock plunged deeper up into her cunt. Again, he bucked upward and with a long sliding motion the bludgeoning shaft of his penis surged slowly deeper, pushing aside the tight clinging walls of her clasping inner pussy until his lust-hardened cock was embedded up inside her to the hilt.
"Uuuuggghhhhhh!" Joe groaned from the sheer effort and whimpering like a cat, her buttocks undulating in wildly circular motions above him to change the angle and further increase the intensity of the lust-compelling friction of glove-like vaginal tightness around the hardness of his cock. She was milking his rock-hard pole of flesh with her pussy in spasmodic and maddening clutches, taking complete control and fucking him as if he were the object and she the hard and merciless aggressor.
Then, suddenly determined to exert a little force on his own in this illicitly adulterous act, Joe bucked up even harder, driving his pelvis with shattering impact against Sylvia's bouncing buttocks. At the same time he slid his right hand between their torsos, cupping one of the heaving mounds of her breasts and pushing upward with all his might, lifting her almost completely up off the bed before he rolled her on her back and landed on top of her, his body dropping back down between her still wide-parted thighs and his mouth covering hard over her surprised, parted lips.
He kissed her ruthlessly and hungrily, beginning to lunge savagely against her in a series of pile-driving strokes up into the heated tightness of her loins. She arched her body up beneath him, sucking his tongue deeply into her mouth as he built his movements toward a racking crescendo.
Then she dropped her head back to the bed, her eyes glossed, her face strained taut as she cried out her final wailing surrender:
"Yes! Cum in me. Cummm in me nnnnnooo-wwwwwww!"
A moment later it happened. Joe felt his friend's wife tear at the skin of his back with her fingernails as she lifted her thighs high up to lock them firmly about his flanks, pulling him so tightly against her loins he thought she would almost swallow him up inside. The plane of her cunt was presented flatly and openly to his ruthless assault, the fissured slit stretched and wet as he fucked into her with bulldozing thrusts. Her mouth was open, working fish-like, her eyes glazed and her nostrils flared. Her eyes rolled up until he could see nothing but the whites, then again found lewd hungry focus on his face as she gave out with a sudden squeal of delight and dropped her legs down to plant her feet on the bed, bucking up frenziedly against him as his cum surged up from the sanctuary of his sperm-swollen balls and raced the full length of his bludgeoning cock to spurt in hot ceaseless droplets far up into the depths of her belly.
Beneath him Sylvia was trapped in orgasmic throes, her pussy spasming wildly around his ejaculating cock as she basked in the delirium of adulterous delight, milking his jerking penis dry until he sagged tired and spent upon her.
Gradually Joe caught up with his breathing as Sylvia relaxed beneath him, her breath blowing softly into one of his ears, her hands moving now gently over the muscles of his perspiring back. For a few moments longer her practiced cunt muscles continued to suck and nibble teasingly at his deflating prick. His mind still functioned hazily as a combined result of the tequila he'd drunk and his delirium of animal lust. His first thought was a profound appreciation of what had just happened, a conscious awareness of the fact that he had needed this more than anything else in the world. He had needed to prove to himself that he could still satisfy a woman. And he had proved it.
Then he remembered Hank.
His conscience racked by guilt, Joe withdrew suddenly and rolled on his back. Hardly able to come to grips with the probable consequences of what he'd done, he stared grimly up at the flaking ceiling. In his consuming remorse, the squalor and depressiveness of the little whorehouse cubicle closed in on him like prison walls, and as Sylvia lay her hand across his chest he stiffened and pushed it angrily away.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After Joe left with Hank and Sylvia Dade, Lucy went to the manager of the motel and borrowed a tray of ice. She fixed herself another stiff gin, turned on the television and settled into the easy chair to watch. The alcohol had dulled her mind to the extent she felt only depression, not the pain she should have experienced. Because Lucy knew deep in her soul that her warning to her husband that their whole marriage relationship would be irrevocably changed if they didn't rid themselves of the evil influence of the Dades had not been an idle threat. She knew it was true, even if she wasn't sure how she knew.
But now she couldn't bring herself to really feel the loss, it was hard for her to understand herself, but Joe seemed not to have the slightest glimmer of what was realty going on. He thought she was only afraid of something happening between him and Sylvia. Perhaps she was, but that was the least of her worries. And She was vexed by the fact that her young husband was so naive and self-secure to even consider the other side of the coin. It still hadn't occurred to him that Hank was also interested in her, or that Hank, in some perverse and self-destructive fashion, might even held a lurid fascination for her.
Sylvia drank a couple of gins down slowly and watched some boring television shows. Then she got up and turned the set off, and for a few moments paced restlessly around the room. The alcohol seemed to have further numbed her emotionally. But her nerves were on edge, and she was in a state of almost hypersensitivity. The heat of the night seemed almost unbearable. It was a desert heat, like nothing she'd ever experienced back in Pennsylvania, and her loose dress was damp with perspiration.
Deciding she would be cooler in just her brassiere and panties, Lucy unbuttoned the dress and pushed it from her shoulders. She quickly found that near nudity still did very little to make her less uncomfortable from the heat, but the exposure of her body to herself in her isolation in the lonely room did have a psychological effect. It made her feel sensuous, ultra-conscious of her unfulfilled sexuality, and perhaps because of the alcohol she decided she might as well go one daring step further and take off her brassiere.
As she reached up behind her back and loosened the snap, then worked the straps down off her arms, Lucy wondered momentarily if she hadn't made a mistake by not going with the others tonight. If Joe was going to plunge blindly deeper into his involvement with the Dades in spite of all her warnings, then there was nothing she could do to stop him. Things hadn't been that good between them anyway, so now with the influence of the alcohol she was able to ask herself why they shouldn't try something new. That question only served to remind her of what had happened two nights ago back in Texarkana and the memory had a strange effect on her near-naked body. As she shed the brassiere straps off her shoulders and arms to completely free her breasts, she felt the first warning tingles down between her legs that indicated that instead of merely regretting what had happened she was being excited by the recollection.
Then suddenly Lucy felt the compulsion to be completely naked. She stood up from the bed, looking down at her slender torso and the full nipple-peaked swells of her firm young breasts standing up completely without the need of artificial support. Her breasts glistened in the dim light with the thin beading of perspiration that coated her body, and as she rolled the waistband of her panties slowly down over her tightly rounded buttocks the gnawing need in her loins only grew more pronounced.
She studied her supple naked form in the mirror for a moment, then sighed and reclined on her back on the bed. She let her eyes gently close and extended her arms and legs out in a spread-eagled fashion. Both her armpits and her inner thighs were completely open to the hot air, but the openness made her feel now surprisingly good on a purely physical level. She found something very comforting in the idea of being able to lie here completely naked without being disturbed by anyone. She knew Joe and the others would probably be drinking or carousing around Juarez until very late. But as far as she was concerned the later they stayed the better. She didn't even want to see her husband now. And in spite of the lusty sensuality of her mood, the idea of having him pawing around on the lush curves of her flesh like an eager over-sexed teenager was the last thing she would have wanted.
As Lucy began to relax, her mind began to drift, and lying naked and spread-eagled with her eyes closed she found herself drifting quickly into a dream-like state of consciousness. She let her thoughts move hazily though a series of surreal recreations of the shocking series of episodes she'd been through since this crazy trip began, and oddly now she found the memories hardly even disturbing.
She found herself wondering what Hank Dade would think if he could see her now, lying here like this in naked and open surrender. In spite of her loathing for him, she was secretly flattered by her knowledge that he wanted her so very much, and the thought of making him want her even more was now perversely appealing.
Then without really thinking of what she was doing, Lucy moved her hands slowly down over her firm naked breasts. She cupped them tightly, languishing in the teasing sensation of the friction of her palms over the hardened buds of her nipples. She rolled her hands slowly back and forth, tweaking the ripe pink points of flesh to a state of tingling rigidity, her breasts rising and falling visibly as her breathing began to increase.
She left one hand on her breasts, the palm covering one nipple while her middle finger reached across her generous cleavage to tease and fondle the other. Then her left hand moved slowly down across her flat belly, the contact with her satiny flesh creating a magnetism of unfulfilled desire as it ventured closer and closer to her loins. Again she recalled the sheer and unprecedented delight of her self-inflicted orgasm the night she had peeped at Hank and Sylvia Dade, and she drew in a deep quivering breath as her fingertips glided down into the soft blonde strands of the hair of her cunt, brushing lightly over the curling ends so she derived a strange sexual tickle from the feather-like strokes.
Then her hand moved lower, down across the crest of her pubic mound and her tingling clitoris, on down along one of her inner thighs almost to the knee. She paused for a moment, sighing deeply as she continued to fondle and tease her nipples with her other hand. She stroked back up her inner thighs along the taut sensitive tendons, clawing gently with her fingernails as they moved ever closer to her naked young body's center of physical sensuality.
"Oooooohhhhhhh," Lucy purred softly to herself as her fingertips found contact with the lust-dilated lips of her pussy. A few drops of moisture already glistened like dew in the silken hair that lined them, and she could physically sense the moisture seeping freely just inside the hair-lined crevice. She was already wildly excited and she knew that if she had really been serious about masturbating again she could have inserted her finger immediately. But her intention still was only to tease herself to help pass the time until she fell asleep, and instead she moved her other hand down and cautiously parted the tingling lips of her lust-hungry pussy, spreading them out wide until she could feel the warm air caress softly into the sensitively aroused little opening.
Now Lucy was slipping into a genuine dream-state of consciousness, her mind spinning with the alcohol she'd drunk and with the lurid erotic images that occupied her. The wanton self-caress was stimulating her almost beyond belief and she was possessed of a sensitivity she'd never known before. She was exciting herself even more easily than she had the night she'd masturbated while watching Hank Dade perform cunnilingus as his wife sucked his penis to orgasm, and gradually an idea began to form in her mind:
By just the manipulation of her hand on her vagina, she could masturbate herself again to climax. The possibility was there and all she had to do was to act. And in her present psychological state she could see no clear reason why she should deny herself what her body so desperately craved.
Then with a sudden whimper of surrender she yielded to temptation and suddenly pointed the middle finger of her right hand straight up toward the throbbing bud of her burning little clitoris. She had made up her mind and now she was determined to carry through with her shameless scheme. She wanted this one time to have an orgasm that was free and complete, totally fulfilling, and something she would have to answer for to no one but herself.
The aroused blonde's naked body jerked in a sudden spasm of delight as her extended finger found contact with her pinkly swollen little clitoris. A stream of running sensation climbed up her spine and the delicate little nerve-end swelled suddenly even harder as her prodding finger twitched lightly and teasingly across it. Each time she touched the little bud of flesh the sensation became greater and even more demanding, and slowly Lucy began to writhe on the bed, simulating the rhythm of sexual intercourse as her fingers again spread her hair-lined vaginal lips and she worked her long middle digit slowly up into her lust-tortured loins.
Lucy's vagina was already so freely moistened that her burrowing finger met almost no resistance. The extended digit dipped uninhibited up into the hungrily gaping little mouth of her cunt, the elastic-like circle of flesh parting easily as the walls of her incited pussy seemed to be trying to suck her whole hand up inside. It felt so good, so warm and soft and wet, and the slickly moist flesh clung tightly around her probing digit until she'd penetrated all the way to her knuckle up inside the warm inner tightness of her womb.
Lucy seemed to hang on pins and needles as the devastating sensation of the illicit physical contact rippled out over her lustfully writhing body. Her nerves were charged, her burning flesh demanding to be touched. Yet as the physical sensation increased, her thoughts became more hazy, her mind almost going blank. It felt so good that she momentarily forgot to move her hand. She even forgot the purpose of her lewd action and was merely content to bask in the simple joy of the contact itself, losing sight of the ultimate objective she'd wanted to attain. And as she relaxed completely in her naked and peaceful splendor, she slipped slowly off to sleep.
Then, her finger still embedded deeply up inside her loins, her body still prone and naked in a posture that invited sexual intercourse, Lucy began to dream.
She was riding in the front seat of the station wagon with Hank Dade. She was naked and it was vey warm. She was in a state of lassitude that made it impossible for her to move to try to retrieve her clothes. Behind the steering wheel Dade was dressed in his usual Hawaiian shirt and trousers, but his fly was open and his penis was sticking out, thrust straight up in the air almost to the windshield in the most obscenely pulsing erection Lucy had ever imagined. Then she looked at his face and he winked at her.
Without transition, Lucy found herself out of the car. They were on the mall before the Howard
Johnson's restaurant where they'd stopped back in Pennsylvania. She lay on her back on the pavement, naked and spread-eagled. Hank Dade stood over her, leering down with the most lecherous smile she had ever beheld. Now his penis, though still fully erect, was pointed down at her face. As she tried to cringe back along the pavement it followed her with its aim. It sought her out like a divining rod seeking underground water and there was no way she could escape the gaze of that all-seeing eye of the little slitted glans at the tip.
Then the pavement beneath her back became soft. She was lying on green grass. Hank Dade was on his knees between her wide-spread thighs. He held the menacing hardness of his cock in his hands and he was stroking up and down along the astonishing length and thickness of the blood-engorged shaft. He was smiling diabolically down at her surrendered body, and the glint of lust in his eyes was devilish. Lucy tried to scream and no sound would come to her lips. She tried to move and found she did not have the will. She might as well have been tied to a bed. Her body was completely spread-eagled and open, defenseless no matter what he wanted to do to her.
Then as Lucy watched in spellbound horror, Hank leaned slowly over her body. Her blurred vision found focus on the gigantic cock-head extending slowly toward her naked soft-haired loins. The shaft was almost as thick as her own slender thighs and the veins stood out from the taut-stretched skin as though they would burst. The rubbery head of flesh looked thick and menacing as a boxing glove, ready to knock her unconscious with the force of its obscene and evil lust..
"Oooohhhh!" Lucy cried out loud in terror as the cock suddenly distended even larger, the enormous knob-like head thrusting suddenly upward against her loins though Hank Dade had not moved the rest of his body and looked indeed small and far away, now dwarfed by the redwood like trunk out of his bushy-haired loins. She blinked. For an instant she actually opened her eyes, glimpsed the gray ceiling of the El Paso hotel room where she lay. But the nightmare was too compelling; she slipped relentlessly back into sleep, her body shuddering at a sudden fierce contact of hard cock-flesh against her vagina.
Oh my God, she thought. She was really going to be ripped apart at the seams! She would be damaged forever, no longer of any use to her husband or any other man, just when she was beginning to think she might someday be able to enjoy sex.
And then the blunt cudgel of flesh plunged suddenly up into her cunt. And it was no longer an over-sized pole but an exquisite instrument of pleasure, working and worming gently deeper up into her lust-heated vagina, scraping teasingly back and forth over the tender-little bud of her clitoris, driving her suddenly almost to the very brink of ecstasy.
Then Lucy opened her eyes. The motel room door opened and Hank Dade stepped through and came toward the bed.
"Well look at this. Don't think I ever saw anything so nice in my life."
Lacy blinked. It took her a split-second to grasp the fact that this was no longer a dream. It was really happening. Hank Dade was really in the room and it really was El Paso, Texas, and she was lying naked on the bed, her hands covering her vagina, one of her fingers thrust all the way to her knuckle up into the pulsating softness of her lewdly aroused cunt.
"W-what are you doing here?" Lucy asked dazedly, lacking the presence of mind to even move to cover her naked body.
"You're husband is fucking my wife for two dollars in a whorehouse over in Juarez. I figured there might be tension among our little group unless I came over here and evened things out."
Hank Dade took the roll of bills from his pocket and peeled off two of them and pitched them onto the bed. It occurred to him he was splurging an awful lot of money on women tonight, considering the state of his finances. But from the looks of this hot little blonde she was going to be well worth it. This was going to be easier than he'd expected. She wasn't even making a move to try to escape. She was just lying there naked, ! waiting for him.
Lucy watched the two green dollars flutter down to land beside her on the bed. Dumbly she tried to comprehend what Dade had said. He'd said of course that Joe was making love to his wife Sylvia across the border in Mexico. That didn't surprise her. Oddly, it hardly seemed to matter after the argument they'd had and the warning with which she'd sent her husband off this evening. In her hazy mental state she was barely able to comprehend what was happening. She only felt that whatever it was it was the inevitable. It had been irrefutably decided when Joe had turned down her plea that he take her on the bus and get away from the people who were going to so corrupt her morals. It was predestined. And perhaps it always had been, ever since the night Joe first met Hank and Sylvia Dade.
Then the naked blonde's eyes widened as Hank Dade unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his broad, hairy shoulders. She'd seen him naked before, but that time he was in bed with his wife and she'd been secure in the knowledge that she'd had nothing to fear physically from him. But now he was alone with her, and she was naked and defenseless, as incapable of making a move to resist as she had been moments ago in her lurid erotic dream.
Lucy watched the shirt flutter to the floor, watched him kick off his loafers and unbuckle his belt. Then he unbuttoned his pants and let them drop straight to his ankles from around the heavy swell of his belly, and a little moan of excitement and fear burst spontaneously to her lips as she saw the enormous tenting of his jockey shorts from his erect cock looming up like a pole beneath them. A moment later he jerked the jockey shorts down and stepped out of his trousers, and she was confronted with the whole length of his cock pointed straight up from his loins in all its nakedly erected magnificence.
Lucy didn't move. And she didn't say a word. Her mind was completely possessed by the sight of his enormous instrument of flesh. It wasn't as big as in the dream but it still looked inhumanly large. It stood out almost straight from his body, threatening and purple, so big it made her tremble at just the thought of having to actually take it into her cunt. But she wanted it, Sinful and perverse and suicidal as that might be, she knew she had to have it. And perhaps it was just this sense of the inevitable that had been the source of her original resentment of their fellow travelers.
"Like that, kid?" Hank Dade asked in a voice of triumph, running his hand over the bulbous glistening head of his cock, bending the shaft downward and then releasing it to spring up with a vulgar slap against the overhang of his belly.
"Don't make it harder for me," Lucy begged weakly, recognizing in her own words acknowledgement of her willing surrender.
"You do want it, don't you?" he gloated as if to rub it in. "You've wanted it ever since the first time you saw it.
Her face flushed with shame, her hand still planted firmly between her parted thighs on the pulsing surface of her cunt, Lucy could only nod in affirmation.
"Say it," Hank commanded, again seizing his cock and tugging the foreskin back and forth several times over the nakedly spongy cock-head. "Say it!"
Lucy sensed that Dade was capable of giving her the complete satisfaction she'd never enjoyed with her less-experienced and less-aggressive husband. And that was what she had to have, even if it demanded her complete humiliation and degradation.
"Yes," she whimpered at last. "Yes. I want it."
"And you're gonna get it, kid. Soon as I'm ready to give it to you."
Not daring to even imagine what the stallion-endowed gorilla of a man meant by that, Lucy waited trembling as he walked naked toward the bed. Her eyes were transfixed by the sight of his pulsing cock as he climbed up onto the foot of the bed and assumed a kneeling position between her still wide-parted legs.
Relishing the sensuous blonde's cringing surrender, Hank reached out to cup his hands over her firm lust-swollen breasts, squeezing them almost cruelly as he massaged and teased them in appreciation of their tightly vibrant pliancy and firmness. Then he moved his hands down over her narrow rib cage and smooth flat belly to seize her wrists still lying just at the top of her parted thighs. In a forcible motion he pulled them upward, pinning them almost violently above her head, arching her breasts even higher to increase her sense of her utter vulnerability, and exposing completely to his leering gaze the lip-parted opening of her naked young pussy.
"Holy fucking Christ!" Dade leered down between her thighs, now held forcibly spread by the position of his firmly planted knees. Then he released her arms and before Lucy even realized what he was doing he slipped his arms under her legs and lifted, doubling them back until her knees were practically jackknifed to her breasts, leaving the blonde-haired mound of her pubis and her lewdly moistened cunt-slit completely open and helpless before his leering eyes.
Lucy could feel the juices of her seething vaginal passage flowing even more freely as she realized what Hank was going to do. His face was just inches from her upturned buttocks and she could feel his breath blowing hotly into the crevice between them. The strain on her legs was almost unbearable and her body was stretched to the limits of its elasticity, the naked hair-lined slit of her cunt pulled open and helpless by the strain on her legs. The fire in her pussy was burning completely out of control and she felt shamed and humiliated beyond her wildest dreams. But she knew it was too late to save herself and retreat back into the past. She had to have it.
Hank Dade took a deep breath, staring with diabolic delight down at the pink-moistened cunt-lips exposed before his face. This little bitch was really screaming with lustful passion and he was going to show her a few things she'd never experienced in her life. He'd been dreaming of this moment ever since that dim-witted young husband of hers had shown him her picture that first night they'd met in the bar.
The domineering middle-aged man relished his imminent conquest for a last exquisite instant, then crawled quickly forward up over Lucy's jackknifed body, dropping his face toward her naked torso to take the already rigidly erected top of one of her quivering nipples into his mouth. He sank his teeth hard into the sensitive flesh, the sheer pain and sensation sending an electric thrill darting all through the virginal blonde's helplessly pinioned body.
"Ooooooh!" Lucy cried out as he bit down hard again. She was aroused like she'd never been in her life and she trembled in gleeful masochistic delight as Dade kissed and sucked and nibbled at her swollen breasts, moving from one of them to another until both her nipples were tingling hard before he began to trail a stream of kisses and love-bites down her soft flat belly toward the silken blonde triangle of hair at her cunt.
His arms still held her knees pinioned back toward her shoulders and she could do nothing but tremble in anticipation as his hot slavering lips ventured closer and closer to the open-splayed cunt-flesh that was his goal. She knew he was going to lick her. She'd known it ever since he first pushed her legs back to place her in this humiliatingly helpless position, and she was suspended in an instant of time when her desperate anticipation made everything else stand still. She wanted it now. She longed for the moment when his mouth would finally make contact with her lewdly excited young cunt, and if it had not been for her resigned certainty that there was no way to escape even if she'd wanted to, the last few seconds of waiting would probably have been more than she could bear.
Then suddenly Hank ducked his head down again toward her naked hips. Once more she felt his breath caress over the open-splayed lips of her lewdly dilated cunt. Then his tongue flicked out of his mouth and she almost passed out from the maddening electric current of erotic sensation as she felt its wet slavering softness lick right up along her lust-burning little orifice.
"Ooooohhhh!" Lucy moaned in abandoned delight as she felt his slavering tongue tip caress up against the swollen little bud of her clitoris nestled so daintily at the top of her hot pussy slit. Hank drew back several inches, contemplating the visibly erected little bud with salacious anticipation. Then he opened his mouth and hungrily sucked it in between his lips, biting his teeth down over the twitching little nub so hard Lucy cried out.
The nakedly jackknifed blonde was almost going out of her mind from the sensation down between her forcibly pinioned thighs. Her hands instinctively reached out to seize his hair and she clung to it in desperation, holding his face tight up against her loins as though she would never let him go. She didn't want him to stop. Nothing had ever felt so incredibly pleasing as this and she thought if she quit now her spirit would fly from her body and she would die naked in this bed of the sheer frustration of it all.
Hank's tongue tweaked wildly over the miniature phallus-shaped clit, pulling it greedily into his mouth and nibbling at it mercilessly with his teeth. He worked and lashed his agile tongue fiercely over the little nerve-end, and beneath him the aroused young blonde began to jerk her hips in violent humping spasms of delighted response. As he continued his merciless oral assault he moved his hands back up her body, cupping over the quiveringly naked mounds of her breasts to fondle and maul them until she thought they would be bruised by his brutal hands.
Lucy was really beginning to lose her inhibitions now. Her body was almost cramped from the painful position she'd been forced to assume and yet she knew the complete opening of her loins made it only easier for Hank to give her the exquisite pleasure she so desperately craved, and she made no effort to free herself from his grasp. She bucked her hips in wild little contortions in time to the slavering of his tongue up and down the length of her moistly parted cuntal opening. She flailed her head from side to side, her eyes glazing over with her lustful passion, her lips curling back over gritted teeth as she struggled to endure and survive the enchanting and humiliating ordeal.
Then Hank's mouth opened wider and he trailed the saliva spreading limberness of his tongue lower, licking right down over the tight elastic opening of her cunt until she wanted to beg him to thrust it up inside the warm tight little crevice. Cruelly he held back, teasing her to a pitch of delirium as he savored gourmet-like the pungent tastes and smells of her loins. He used his biceps to hold her legs in place, resting almost all the weight of his body on her bent back thighs, and brought his hands back down between her buttocks to spread her golden-hair-lined lips completely apart to his gaze. He stared into the gaping hole of her cunt as if through a window on infinity, holding back as long as he could.
Then at last he plunged, swift and vicious, his tongue shooting straight up into the moist sheath-like opening of her loins. As Lucy cried out in sheer shocked abandon, he began to lick swiftly in and out of the pinkly dilated hole, simulating the plundering of a hard erected cock with the limber softness of his tongue.
A stream of delirious pleadings issued from Lucy's lips as Hank's ravaging tongue skewered in and out of the velvety inner softness of her cunt. Still holding her knees pinioned in place, he brought one of his hands downward and began to massage and claw brutally at the hopelessly stretched cheeks of her ass.
The sensuous thrills racing through Lucy's loins and breasts had taken complete possession of her body and mind and she cried out her assent as Hank intensified his oral ministrations to her lust-seething little cunt. Then suddenly he pulled his tongue out of her vagina and without giving Lucy the slightest warning he trailed it swiftly straight down over the little membrane at the back of her cuntal slit to dip right into the tight-puckered little hole of her anus.
"Oooohhhh!" Lucy whimpered in astonishment at the unnatural sensation. Good Lord, what was he doing down there anyway? It was a question she couldn't have attempted to answer, but whatever it was sent unprecedented chills of shivering magnificence running up and down her spine. His tongue was like a snake striking the sacred fruit of the most forbidden orifice of her body and the lurid visions that flashed through her mind as it slithered right up into her bizarrely excited rectum made her face turn red with shock.
As Hank continued his weird assault on the tasty little opening of Lucy's rectum her voluptuous young body shook almost beyond control. She was really going out of her mind and he knew that already she would be perfectly willing to repay the homage he was so ruthlessly forcing on her. Then, licking one last time up along the slit of her momentarily neglected cunt, Hank suddenly pulled his head free from between her thighs and twisted quickly around on all-fours to face the opposite direction on the bed, his legs straddling Lucy's face so that his stallion-sized penis was pointed straight down toward her mouth as he again plunged his face between her loins to take a hungry nibble at the witching little bud of her clitoris. Then, his voice muffled by the wet cavern of her cunt, he presented the confused and aroused young housewife with the most blunt and shocking command she'd ever been given in her life:
"Suck it."
Lucy realized that she should never have expected something for nothing from the--likes of Hank Dade. But she hadn't been planning on this. Now Hank's giant cock was so close to her face she could have reached up and kissed it, and as an added bit of insult a little glistening droplet of seminal fluid oozed from the tip and landed right on the end of her nose. Then, as she lay hesitantly contemplating the enormous cock-shaft that was about to violate her virgin mouth, Hank Dade lost patience completely, lunging his buttocks down to drive his glistening mushroom-shaped cock-head straight down between her lips, his body weight shoving his bulbous cock-head past her softly parted lips to drive it down the length of her tongue, all the way to the back of her throat.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lucy gagged. For a moment she thought she would choke to death right on the spot She reached up with her hand to grab the shaft of the enormous male hardness that was so cruelly stretching her virginal lips. She squeezed this massive cock-shaft as tightly as she could and pushed upward with all her might, but to no avail. Then, just when she thought she would choke, Hank raised his hips and withdrew the thickly throbbing cudgel until only the sharp-tasting head remained between her open lips. With a little added effort, she pushed it the rest of the way out and gasped to catch her breath.
Take a little getting used to," Hank said down between her own wide-spread thighs. I'll go a little easier this time."
Thank you," Lucy replied with genuine gratitude, realizing she'd reached the moment of truth of her whole short life. Between her legs Hank had resumed his own wanton licking and sucking, but she knew he wouldn't keep it up for long if she didn't replay him in kind. Still she hesitated a moment longer before cautiously reaching out with her tongue to lick abjectly over his purplish cock-head and into the slitted little glans at the tip. She felt the rubber-like thickness of flesh twitch in her hand, seeming to jerk to even greater size, and using the technique she'd witnessed with Sylvia as a model, she ovaled her soft young lips and prepared to try again at the seemingly impossible task of actually sucking his enormous cock in her mouth.
Lucy waited for the fluttering sensations in her loins and belly to build toward a peak as Hank continued swirling his tongue deeper and deeper into her hungrily accepting cunt. Again she flicked her tongue from her mouth, spreading her own saliva over the thickly rounded cudgel-head of his cock, teasing it with an intensity of raw tantalizing sensation.
Then she ovaled her full lips, holding her mouth open wide and slavering her tongue along the sensitive underside of his spongy cock-head, until Hank suddenly lunged downward in another shattering mouth-skewering thrust.
Out of sheer instinct Lucy again tried to fight this lewd and most intimate invasion, closing her jaws tightly over the swollen phallus as the relentless pressure continued. She licked and rolled her tongue desperately around her mouth and pressed her head hard down in the softness of the bed in retreat.
But still his gigantic cock kept ramming deeper and deeper down the length of her tongue, the pungent male odor and taste whetting her appetite in masochistic titillation until finally she shoved her head back up to plunge her lips almost all the way down the length and thickness of his rigidly erected cock-shaft. Deep in the tender orifice of her loins, she felt an almost instantaneous rewarding of her efforts as Hank swirled his tongue in a wildly stimulating circle around the hotly clasping ring of inner vaginal flesh, and she responded like a salivating Pavlovian dog, no longer even pretending to hold back.
Lucy's mouth became a wanton instrument of pleasure. She took Hank's cock into the most liquidly heated depths of her throat with a passion and fervor that astonished even him. She nibbled and scraped with her tiny little teeth. She sucked furiously and hungrily as a milk-starved child. She mewled and whimpered out around the hairy base of his lust-hardened shaft of flesh, hungering finally even for the obscene ejaculation of the hot salty cum he could already feel building almost to the bursting point deep down in the sperm-bloated balls.
At the same time Hank continued the wild thrusting of his tongue in and out of her seething loins and the gluttonous nibbling of his teeth over the quivering little bud of her clitoris, and from the bucking and tossing of her nakedly pinioned body he realized she was already nearing the final flood of orgasmic climax. Her body was readily coming to life and she had become fully accustomed to his thick shaft of hardened cock-flesh surging in and out of her ruthlessly violated mouth. Her tongue worked frenziedly around his bludgeoning cock-head, whipping it eagerly toward final explosion as his massive penis stretched and throbbed, almost choking her with each racking thrust to the depths of her aching throat.
Lucy's shame and humiliation were almost obliterated by her own lascivious anticipation as also she sensed Hank's rapidly approaching climax. Her own body had completely betrayed her in a flurry of salacious excitement and her lust-hungry belly seemed to take flight into a world of fluttering magnificence she never before dreamed could have existed.
Then suddenly and almost simultaneously the two of them began their mutual rushes to final release. Lucy's head bobbed up faster and faster, subserviently slavering her hotly sucking lips up and down the length of his distended and inflated shaft of flesh. She ground and undulated her loins savagely up against Hank's face, her cunt nipping hungrily at his still endlessly licking and thrusting tongue. The rapid humping of his naked buttocks above her face were building rapidly to a crescendo and she was almost smothered under his hairy loins as he slapped down heavily against her buried face.
She was almost there and every nerve-end fiber of her being had become suddenly hypersensitive to the depraved ravishment of her eager young body. She experienced a fantastic surge of ripping sensation coursing through her loins with devastating eroticism. She cried out in joy and suffering as Hank slammed his cock all the way to the back of her steaming throat, then she soared almost out of herself as his tremendous cock swelled finally to full size and the tip seemed to explode like a cannon into her defenseless mouth.
Hank's hot load of cum came gyrating up the length of his convulsing cock in an eruption of sheer energy and power that Lucy had never dreamed possible, and the suddenly splashing deep in her throat caught her by complete surprise. The great droplets burst forth in a hotly flooding current and with the first white-hot spurts her mouth seemed completely filled with his viscous semen. Yet the continued twitching of his hard surging shaft warned her Hank's orgasm was just beginning. She had no choice but to swallow and she opened her throat wide, gulping down the pungent heat of his thickly gushing sperm as rapidly as she could. She was being flooded and inundated and she had no choice but to try to suck him dry.
Yet even this added indignation did nothing to stop the cycle of passion-soaked release that had begun in her own body. Her cunt-muscles were spasming with a frenzy of excitement around Hank's still hungrily slavering tongue. Her whole nakedly pinioned body was cringing and writhing in a fervor of joyous orgasmic abandon, the juices of her climax flooding out in a scalding torrent that almost matched the ceaseless ejaculation of semen in her mouth, the liquid secretions spilling freely from the dilated lips of her cunt to run wetly down the wide-spread crevice of her buttocks and bathe the clenching crack of her ass as the fury of their perfectly timed orgasms rose to a crescendo of splendor and uncontrollable bliss.
Then it was over. Hank felt Lucy's body sag beneath him. Her ravaged pussy contracted one last time around his tongue and she dropped her head back onto the bed to let his deflating cock slip from between her cum-slickened lips. He raised himself up on all-fours, peering back between his own legs to observe the look of contentment on her passion-spent face, feeling a faintly responsive twitch in his now almost limp cock as he noted the little droplets of sperm that still clung to the corners of her voluptuously bruised mouth. Then he shifted about on the bed so he faced the other direction, and as Lucy smiled weakly and gratefully up at him, he reached down to her narrow flanks and rolled her forcibly onto her belly. Then before she could move to resist he dropped heavily down on her back, the weight of his body pinioning her on her belly as the limber length of his penis began to grow hard again, distending slowly up her inner thighs toward the naked cushions of her helplessly proffered ass-cheeks.
Still in a state of orgasmic delirium Lucy could hardly even comprehend what was happening. She'd been too dazed to resist as Hank rolled her on her stomach, and though she was embarrassed to be placed in this even more humiliating position with her buttocks completely turned up toward him, she derived a strange sensation of comfort from the weight of his warm body settled down on her naked behind. Then, as she felt his cock beginning to grow hard again up between her thighs, she realized what he had in mind and her eyes opened wide with shock and fear at the lewdly inspiring revelation.
He was going to fuck her. After everything she had already been through he still wasn't satisfied. He was going to have her body completely. To add to her shame he was going to take her from behind in the humiliating dog-fashion position, and she experienced a sudden fluttering of her heartbeat as she recalled again the awesome fact that she was still going to have to take his whole massive cock up inside her vagina.
"Oh my God," Lucy whimpered, staring fearfully back over her shoulder at Hank's gloating face. His appetite was insatiable and she could feel his over-sized cock twitching this very minute almost to full erection between her soft thighs. She thought she had been spared but now she knew there was no escape from the thing that had held for her such dreadful fascination ever since the trip began. And yet even this seemed fitting after everything else that had happened. And if she were injured beyond repair she knew she would have no one to blame but herself-and Joe.
"Make it hard," Hank grunted in hoarse command.
"Use your hand and make it hard."
"It is hard," Lucy mewled, reaching obediently back beneath her body and up between her legs to seize the thick shaft of his already fully erected cock, feeling it seem to jerk to even more frightening size from the tantalizing contact. She stroked with eerie wonder up and down the taut flesh of his monstrously hard penis, again experiencing an almost nauseating twinge of terror as she imagined that massive pole of flesh actually ripping up inside her tender little cunt. But now her desire over-rode her fear and to even Hank's astonishment she guided the blunt cudgel-head of his throbbing cock straight up to the still liquidly moistened lips of her defenseless cunt, her body twitching with fright as she compared the size of her little pussy orifice to this thick blunt-end of flesh.
"Oqooooooo," Lucy quivered as she felt the older man lever himself up on top of her from behind. She clung to the enormous pole in desperate self-defense but the warm clasp of her hand seemed only to prompt it to greater size and resiliency. Then she whimpered in groveling submission as Hank seized her pelvis and pulled her to a kneeling position that lifted her ass-cheeks even higher and more helplessly into the air, and as he shoved his hips suddenly forward she shuddered from the increased pressure of his hard rubbery rock-head against her soft little pussy orifice.
Hank grinned as he perceived the stiffening of Lucy's body. He held her tightly around her waist to keep her in place, then with a wild thrill of conquest he rammed suddenly forward against the upturned cheeks of her buttocks, feeling her tremble in pain and fear as his lust-bloated cock-head wedged itself forcibly up between the tightly resisting lips of her open-splayed cunt.
"Aaaaaggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" Lucy cried aloud in sudden abject terror. "It's too big. I can never take it inside me!"
But as she glanced pleadingly back over her shoulder she saw from the look on Hank's face that her protests only flattered him. And slowly the straining cock-head wormed its way up into her tight-clasping vaginal sheath, its awesome strength and power sweeping aside all her resistance to spread and stretch her lust-seared vaginal walls until she thought she would die. His spearing cock seemed to surge up into her forever, filling her helplessly as she trembled and quivered on her knees before him. Then she groaned as she felt the hard rubbery head of his cock lodge against her cervix, and she was aware of the strangely contrasting tickle of Hank's wiry pubic hair as his loins cushioned down against her ass.
"Aaaahhhh," Lucy sighed, relieved that at least the worst was over. He had penetrated her to the hilt with his outrageous hardness and somehow she'd managed to endure it. Then, as if to remind her that this stage of her ordeal had only just begun; he flexed his cock even deeper up in her loins to cause a shudder to course the whole length of her body. And without giving her further chance to adjust, he began to move.
Crouched above the kneeling blonde like a dog mounting a bitch in heat, Hank drove the massively impaling instrument of his cock deep and hard in and out of the naked, tight stretched sheath of her defenselessly exposed pussy, racking her buttocks with the vicious slaps of his body against her. He was almost exhausted from eating her out and shooting in her mouth but he wanted to give her at least an idea of what a real cock could do to a cunt, and he drove himself to the limits of his own endurance, assaulting her swiftly and without mercy from almost the moment of entry into her exquisite little vaginal tightness. She'd already cum once and in her present heightened erotic state he knew she could cum again. And he decided there was no need for self-control.
"Ooooooooh," Lucy moaned, gradually accustoming herself to the out-sized invasion of her loins from behind. Her breasts joggled before her middle-aged aggressor. He was still hurting her, but now she was enjoying the hurt, beginning to respond in spite of herself as Hank increased the intensity of his rear-end assault. Her loins and belly were a boiling inferno of erotic sensation as she gave out a final whimper of abject surrender, and she began to pound and grind her own buttocks back against him in response to his every racking forward stroke.
Hank could feel the renewed pressure welling up in his balls already. He knew Lucy was also nearing the breaking point and he tensed his muscles and moved swiftly into a series of staccato lunges, ramming his hard rod of flesh again and again to the very hilt into the aroused blonde's cringing little cunt. The wet flat smack of his thighs slapping against her buttocks resounded through the room, punctuating his own grunts and her ecstatic whimpers of subjugation.
Then suddenly Hank's cock began to pulse and flex even deeper into Lucy's sex-ravaged loins. His hard rubbery cock-head flared and expanded until she feared it would rip straight through the vaginal membrane and fill her rectum as well. She knew he was going to cum and she squirmed her own buttocks even more wildly backwards in invitation to this final degrading indignity as his climax boiled suddenly up from the depths of his bloated testicles. He jammed his heavily loaded cock all the way to the hilt up into her hotly contracting pussy, his sperm erupting in a lewdly saturating torrent all the way up to her womb.
Then Lucy almost fainted as she felt a sudden fluttering begin anew in her own irredeemably skewered loins. At first she didn't know what was happening. It seemed too impossible to believe and she blinked her eyes in amazement as her sobbing moans rose to a breathless cry and her ravaged vagina flooded forth again in an even more magnificent and dazzling splendor of relief.
"Oh my God," she cried, her mind boggling at the very thought of it all. "I'm cumming again. I'm cuuuu-mmmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnng agggaaaaiiiinnnnnn!"
CHAPTER NINE
When Hank beat on their door to awake him and Lucy at seven a.m. the next morning, Joe was certain his head couldn't have felt worse if he'd been suffering from a brain tumor. For the first few minutes the pain was so bad he didn't even think about the guilt he should be feeling for what he had done last night. Then gradually the remorse came flooding back over him as he remembered going to the whore's cubicle with Sylvia, then returning to the bar and drinking tequila until the wee hours of the morning before Hank returned from his own "quickie" with the Mexican girl. He could but vaguely remember Hank and Sylvia carrying him into the room and putting him into bed.
By the time they were on the road, with Tucson, Arizona, as their goal for the day, Joe was certain that Lucy knew what had happened, or at least strongly suspected it. Not that she said anything, it just seemed that her whole attitude had changed. And the change was not just toward him, it was toward the other two members of the group as well. She was cheerful and chatty with Sylvia and after their first rest-stop in New Mexico she volunteered to sit in the front seat with Hank and let Joe have the back to stretch out and nurse his hangover. That would have been fine, except that Joe was left in the back with Sylvia and from the way she kept playing around with him he was certain Hank would surmise what had happened. Somehow, to Joe, that seemed equally as bad or even worse than having Lucy know he'd been unfaithful to her.
They rolled west through the mountains and across arid semi-desert. The drive was almost unbearable for Joe because of his headache, because of his guilt and fear that what he had done would be found out and, as the day wore on, because of his growing suspicion that not only his wife but Hank also already knew. And that was what he could least understand. Though Hank seemed by no means suspicious or unfriendly, his manner of dealing with the younger man had also completely changed. He looked at him with a knowing amused twinkle in his eyes, as if he shared a secret knowledge about Joe that Joe hardly knew himself.
They stopped for lunch still short of the Arizona state line. After they'd finished eating and started back to the car Joe cornered Lucy outside the restaurant and let Hank and Sylvia walk on ahead. For the first time he noted that she wasn't wearing a brassiere. He could clearly distinguish the sharp little points of her nipples through her dress and that uncharacteristic action on her part only increased his certainty that she knew what had happened.
"What is it?" Lucy asked impatiently.
Joe waited until the others were out of hearing range. "About last night...."
"Forget about last night, it's past," she said matter-of-factly as if she were referring to something of complete indifference to her.
Joe bit his lip. "But ... I was thinking about what you said. About wanting to get away from Hank and Sylvia."
"Yes?" Lucy smiled.
"We'll be in L.A. tomorrow night. If you want to, we'll just take off on our own from there."
Lucy moistened her lips, watching him with a teasing smile. "It's a little late for that now, don't you think?"
She turned, saying nothing else, and walked away toward the car. Dejected, Joe followed behind her. When he got to the car Lucy was just taking the wheel, the first time she'd volunteered to drive since the trip began. Hank sat in front with her and Joe remained uncomfortably trapped in his place with Sylvia in the back.
"Tell me," Lucy said playfully to Hank as she pulled the station-wagon back onto the freeway. "Your brother we're going to see in L.A.? Is he anything like you?"
Hank laughed. "You'll have to decide that for yourself. Once you've known him.
Sylvia laughed raucously. Only Joe had missed what seemed to be a private joke among the others.
They drove on through Tucson and stopped for the night in a motel on the western edge of the city. Hank left the others settling into their rooms and went to the office to make a phone call to L.A. Then he came into Lucy and Joe's room and said he'd just talked to his brother. There would be plenty of room at his place to put both couples up until they could get on their feet. Joe glanced quickly at Lucy, looking for any sign of reluctance toward that idea in her expression. He saw none.
"Now. What about a few drinks before bedtime?" Hank asked. "We can pick up a bottle and bring it to one of the rooms to save money."
"No thanks, Hank," Lucy answered before Joe had a chance to voice an opinion of his own. "I'm ready to turn in. And sleep," she added, looking meaningfully at her perturbed young husband.
In many ways the last leg of the journey was the longest of all. Hank and Sylvia were anxious to see his brother and to meet his young wife, whom they didn't know. Lucy seemed equally anxious. Joe dreaded their arrival like a trip into the unknown. He'd been completely unable to communicate with Lucy the night before. He'd wanted her like he'd never wanted her in his life, and watching her strip off naked and get into bed had almost driven him out of his mind. But she'd wanted nothing to do with sex. For a moment, he'd even considered openly confessing what she obviously already knew, in the hope that if it were brought out into the open they could come to some agreement and she would forgive him for his wrong. But he hadn't had the courage, and he was beginning to doubt if she would ever get over what he had done.
And he still felt equally bad about Hank. The older man had done a lot for Joe and Joe wasn't the kind of person who would betray a friend. He didn't like to deal under the table with anybody and as they neared Los Angeles he began to grope with what he thought must have been the most difficult decision in his life. And yet he knew he had to do it. He had to confess to Hank what he had done and try to explain that it had been an accident. Otherwise, he would never forgive himself.
The sincere young man was still trying to rally his courage up to call Hank aside and talk to him alone when they pulled off Santa Monica Boulevard late that afternoon and, following directions Hank had gotten at a gas station when they left the freeway, drove to a stop before the spacious single story ranch-style house where Jim Dade lived.
He fidgeted nervously as Hank got out of the car and started up the walk. Then suddenly he opened the back door and clambered out and hurried after him. He knew that once they'd gotten involved with Hank's brother and his wife, he would never have the courage or the opportunity to say what he had to say. And he was too proud and honest to continue, after what he had done, to exploit a man's hospitality under the present circumstances.
"Hank!" Joe called, panting nervously as he hurried up behind the older man. "Just a minute. There's something I've got to tell you."
Hank paused and looked back at Joe. He was hardly able to conceal his own amusement as he noticed the kid's troubled expression. He had a feeling he knew just what was bothering him, but if Joe was actually going to "confess" that he had "seduced" Sylvia, then he had further to go in growing up than even Hank had suspected.
"What's on your mind, kid?"
Joe flinched slightly at that term of address. Then he looked down at the sidewalk, unable to meet the other man's eyes. "I went to bed with Sylvia. It was an accident and ... and I didn't mean it as any disrespect to you. It was just ... something that happened." He looked up, shocked to see the smile on Hank's face.
Hank put his hand condescendingly on Joe's shoulder. "I know you went to bed with Sylvia. And from the way she describes it, we both got a fair trade out of the deal."
Hank squeezed his shoulder playfully and winked.
Lucy smiled as if to say I told you so as she saw his face go ghastly pale.
Then the door opened and a middle-aged man in a T-shirt and bermuda shorts emerged onto the porch. For a moment Lucy could hardly believe her eyes. The man was a spitting image of his brother, an exact physical replica.
"That's right, they're identical twins," Sylvia said in explanation. Then she smiled and added. "From head to toe."
CHAPTER TEN
Still reeling with shock at Hank's stunning revelation, Joe had allowed himself to be introduced to Hank's twin brother Jim. The young man's eyes had flashed as he saw the appreciative way Jim Dade looked at Lucy when the women came up the walk and Lucy was introduced. Then a slender and sexy redhead of twenty-five emerged also from the house and there was more handshaking and conversational banter. The redhead was introduced as Glenda Higgens and from the dialogue that entered his stunned consciousness Joe put together the information that she was not Jim Dade's wife at all, merely the woman he had been living with for several years. She worked as a part-time model apparently, but according to her common-law husband she could mix a fair drink and show a man a good time.
Then Jim Dade announced that they'd organized a little welcome party for the Easterners. The three men set about unloading the station wagon while Glenda went in to finish getting ready for the guests and Lucy and Sylvia retired to their respective bathrooms to freshen up. After that everything happened almost too fast and Joe didn't get a chance to confront his wife in private until after the first of the guests had begun to arrive for the party. At last he cornered her in the bedroom where they were to sleep, outfitting herself in an expensive and revealingly low-cut gown Glenda had loaned her for what she was already referring to as her "Los Angeles debut." His rage almost blinding him, Joe imposed himself in the doorway to prevent her escape from the room.
"I had a talk with Hank a while ago."
"I know," Lucy said without concern, turning her back to him and adding: "zip me up."
Awkwardly Joe tugged the zipper up the back of the silk, viridian-green dress. "Was what he told me true?"
"I don't know," she said coyly. "What did he tell you?"
"He told me it was a fair trade." She turned and smiled gloatingly. "Then if Sylvia was satisfied I guess it was."
Joe could hardly see for the tears of anger that filled his eyes. "You whore!" he hissed. "You goddamned lousy whore."
Lucy's smile never left her face. "You can call me that if you want to. It may be true. But don't you say I didn't warn you."
"But I didn't know that was what was going to happen. I thought you were just worried about...."
"Well you thought wrong. You and Sylvia were the least of my worries, from the first time I ever laid eyes on your friend Hank."
* * *
The party guests consisted of six couples, most of the men in Hank's age group, most of the women as young and sensual and lovely as Jim's mistress, Glenda. Soft music played in the spacious comfortable living room lit by soft romantic lighting. There was a buffet and all a man could want to drink. And all Joe wanted was drink. He stood alone in one corner of the room, greedily gulping straight Scotch over ice, watching his wife dance alternately with the two Dade brothers. Now they both wore Hawaiian shirts, yacht-pants and white canvas loafers. Except for the difference in the print on the shirts, Joe couldn't tell them apart.
The jealous young husband scowled angrily as he watched Lucy squirm her body snugly against Jim Dade, burying her face warmly on his shoulder and pressing her thighs tightly to his. It was about nine o'clock and the party was really getting into swing. One or two couples had already gone off to more private quarters and even here in the living room a man and woman who were snuggled together on the couch looked like they might start fucking right in front of everyone.
Joe took another long drink of the whiskey, feeling almost no effect from the booze. The song ended and Lucy remained locked in Jim Dade's arms for a few seconds before he turned her loose. Then they rejoined Hank, who made an unintelligible remark that prompted a peal of gay lusty laughter to burst from her lips.
"I ought to go bust that bastard in the mouth," Joe muttered to himself as Jim Dade poured a tall drink down Lucy's throat, holding the glass himself and tilting it up so vertically that the alcohol spilled down her lips and chin as she drank. Then she laughed again. Joe shook his head and turned away. He knew that hitting either of the Dade brothers was not the answer to his troubles. It was Lucy who had to be taught a lesson, and he still didn't know how he was going to do it. Then Lucy gave out with another burst of laughter and, unable to listen and watch any longer, Joe turned and walked out the living room, down the hall and out the side door of the house to the lighted, well kept yard.
Hank Dade nodded at his brother with satisfaction as he watched Joe leave the room, then turned his eyes back to the lush sexy body of the naive young husband's wife. He'd had her already and he had no doubt he could have her again, but Hank Dade was the kind of man who liked to push a good thing to the limit. And the way this hot little blonde cunt was putting down the booze he knew it was time to make his move.
Sliding his arm around Lucy's waist, he ushered her a few steps to the side, his eyes roving hungrily over her sensuous body exposed by the sleazy low-necked gown Jim's old lady had loaned her for the party.
"I wanna ask you a question."
"Sure Hank," Lucy beamed drunkenly up at him.
"Do you like my brother?"
Lucy giggled. 'That's like saying 'Do you like me?' You're almost the same," he continued after a quick glance at the other twin.
"Well Jim and I have a little bet. I've had you, and he hasn't." Hank paused, noting the blush that crossed the still virginal-looking blonde's sensuously lovely face. "I say you can tell the difference. He says you wouldn't know one from the other the next time. So I've proposed a little test to see who wins. All right?"
"Sure," Lucy said, not exactly sure what he meant.
"Okay. Come on. Jim!" he added to attract his brother's attention.
Hank took Sylvia's arm and started toward the door opposite the one through which Joe had exited. As Jim joined them she looked back anxiously where, moments ago, her husband had stood. Seeing he was no longer there, Lucy felt a faint twinge of disappointment and apprehension, the source of which even she couldn't have pinpointed. Then they were out of the living room and Hank Dade led her almost forcibly along down the hall.
They entered a luxurious bedroom and Jim switched on a speaker that brought them music from the stereo in the living room. Lucy looked anxiously at the bed, beginning for the first time to faintly suspect what the two twins had in mind as a test for their bet. Then she gasped as Jim Dade closed the door and switched off the light and they were cast into total blackness.
Lucy waited breathlessly, able to see nothing, hearing nothing but the slow dance music over the speaker. Then a voice said: "Ready?"
Another voice said: "Yes."
The light was switched suddenly back on and a little gasp of surprise burst to the inebriated young blonde's lips at the awesome sight that confronted her.
Hank and Jim Dade were both completely naked, their clothes piled in heaps on the floor at Lucy's feet. They wore identical grinning leers. Their naked bodies were indistinguishable one from the other. And even their enormous, still limber penises looked exactly the same.
Her breath coming in strained hoarse gasps Lucy stared from one of the half-erected snake-like cocks to the next, almost transfixed by the sheer originality of the sight. Then she winced as simultaneously they began to thicken and distend, the purplish glistening cock-heads emerging slowly from the foreskins, the shafts growing gradually rigid and levitating slowly into the air.
"Well?" asked one of the naked men.
"Well?" asked the other.
Lucy had to wrench her eyes away from the compelling sight of the two obscenely growing cocks. "W-what?"
"Can you tell which of us is which?" one of the Dade brother's asked.
Lucy looked nervously from one naked hairy-chested man to the next. Then she shook her head. "I ... can't. I haven't the slightest idea."
"Whatta you think?" one of them asked.
"I don't know. Looks like step two."
"Step two?" Lucy stammered.
"Step one was the visual test. Step two is physical contact."
By the time the meaning of those words sank into Lucy's mind and she realized the actual reason for their bringing her to the bedroom, it was too late for her to even try to escape. Both the awesomely enormous cocks had swollen to their full devastating lengths and thicknesses. And as Lucy gasped in helpless shock, the two naked men moved to take her.
One brother moved behind her back to quickly unzip her dress. The other stood before her, pushing the straps to her shoulders so that her dress fell freely away from her torso and hung precariously at her waist. The man behind her deftly unsnapped her little half-cup brassiere and the one in front pulled the straps from her arms and jerked the garment away from her proud high-standing breasts. The skirt of the evening gown was urged down off her hips and dropped uselessly at her feet to the floor. An anonymous brother's hands seized her sheer nylon panties and worked them swiftly down off over the clenching cheeks of her ass. In a twinkling she stood totally naked between them. It was faster than she could have undressed herself and as the twin brother team led her unresisting toward the bed Lucy felt the first compelling twinges of excitement surge through her loins to replace the fear that had initially gripped her.
Incredible as it seemed, even in her naivete she knew that they were going to do to her They were both going to fuck her with their monstrously frightening cocks, then shame her by making her try to guess which was Hank and which was Jim. It was too degrading for words but she knew from her previous experience with Hank-whichever one of them was Hank-that it would be futile for her to try to resist. Joe had abandoned her to Hank Dade's lecherously obscene lust. There was nothing she alone could do to defend herself and that had already been proven.
Then they pushed her onto the bed, their hands cruelly eager upon her tender white flesh as they rolled her onto her belly and one of them positioned himself behind her to pull her body into that same humiliating ass-proffered position Hank had forced her to assume when he'd ravaged her two nights before. She swayed weakly, her shame almost causing her to cry as the other identical twin positioned himself up on his knees in front of her face.
Lucy felt anonymous hands pawing over her body, fondling her breasts and loins in the eager exploration of her already lewdly moistened cunt. She was held forcibly in this degrading position, every muscle in her body stretched beyond belief as the abnormally-endowed man behind her pushed her knees out wide apart to completely open the plane of her helpless little pussy. Then suddenly and without further preparation the man behind her inserted his engorged cock-tip straight up between her thighs, his buttocks jerking as he lunged violently forward and rammed the huge blood-filled tip of his penis mercilessly up into the fleshy folds of her cunt.
"Uuuuuggggggghhhhhh!" Lucy moaned, tossing her head protestingly from side to side from the sheer raw sensation of the unnatural entry into her inadequately prepared little cunt.
And as the cruel penetration continued she jumped forward in spontaneous retreat and the other Dade twin guided the thickly surging length of his massive cock straight between her half-parted lips. The turgid cock shoved without warning into her moist held-open mouth, almost gagging her as the knob-like cock-head plunged far into the back of her throat.
Then, in the same rhythm, the two twins began to fuck her from both ends, buffeting her helpless body violently back and forth between them as their slamming cocks plunged simultaneously in and out of her two impossibly stretched little orifices. At first the pain was almost more than she could bear. The burning in her cunt was a cruelly searing presence that nearly caused her to pass into unconsciousness and the obscene use of her mouth by a man she couldn't even identify shamed her beyond anything she'd ever known before.
But there was no escape. She remained lucidly conscious and hypersensitive as her pussy and lips hopelessly stretched until the unspeakable humiliation to which she was being subjected began finally to create a stirring of strange masochistic excitement which coursed through her tortured flesh. She was being fucked. She was being fucked like Joe had never fucked her in his life. She was being forced into this subservient role because of his stubbornness and insensitivity to her feelings, and in spite of everything her traitorous body was beginning to enjoy it.
Then at last with a little muffled whimper of glee, Lucy began to respond. She rotated her nakedly vulnerable buttocks backward to meet the hard-driving thrust of the Dade brother mounting her from behind, at the same time licking and sucking in servile dog-like obedience on the bloated penis ramming repeatedly between her stretched and ovaled lips.
"Mmmmm yessssss," she groaned almost unintelligibly as they mauled her helpless young body violently back and forth between them, using her two precious physical orifices as shameless receptacles into which they would both spew their obscene seed of life. She still didn't even know which of them was which and the obscene humiliation of partaking in such an impersonal act of love making only increased her lewd masochistic enjoyment.
Finally, letting herself go completely, Lucy began to fuck back with a vengeance on the man ravishing her from behind, at the same time sucking furiously on the turgid cock that plundered her mouth. She rolled her up-thrust buttocks in wildly tantalizing circles, tightening her hungry inner muscles warmly around the rock hard cock skewering into her loins. She increased her subservient sucking on the other identical penis that filled her mouth, giving herself up completely in her determination to milk them both dry until she was completely soiled and filled from one end to the other with their obscenely spewing cum.
Neither of the Dade brothers was exerting the least bit of self-control. It wasn't necessary considering her enthusiastic response. The man behind her was ramming harder and harder up against her ass, battering her mercilessly, and the saliva in her contorted mouth was becoming sticky and thick with the viscous lubricating fluid that seeped from the penis that soon would be ejaculating down her throat. And her own raging excitement was already building almost out of control. She sucked and fucked with all her heart, waggling her upturned buttocks and gurgling shamelessly in her throat without will to resist as she felt her own orgasm relentlessly building in her breasts and loins.
Then suddenly the lust-hardened cock fucking mercilessly into Lucy from behind began to tense and inflate even harder. Her trembling thighs were swept out wider apart as the hairy-chested middle-aged man drove his over-sized cock all the way to the hilt up into her quivering belly and began to spew his hotly teeming load of cum in a scorching torrent up into the wildly contracting depths of her womb.
A second later the other brother's pulsing cock burst forth into her mouth, filling her cheeks with the pungently boiling liquid until she was forced to swallow to keep from choking on the lewdly saturating flood. She ground her hips in wanton abandon while clasping her lips tightly around the lurching cock-shaft and swallowing every drop of the precious life-giving semen.
Lucy continued her vaginal and oral ministrations with frenzied willingness as she felt the exquisite spasm of relief flooding with equal fury through her own soiled and ravished body. She humped and bucked and gurgled like a slave to the joys of sex and depravity as drop after drop of the searing male sperm was pumped into the wetness of her cunt and the moistly warm softness of her mouth. She felt her body soaring with ecstasy, her brain reeling at the sheer shattering delight of her ultimate release.
Moments later it was over and Lucy sagged tiredly between the two man, feeling their deflating but still enormous cocks slip almost lightly from her cum-drenched loins and mouth. She basked for a few tender moments in the sheer intensity of her fantastic physical release. Then, with a courageous grin at the bitter irony of her own swift and irretractable downfall, she rolled over and looked at the two naked and panting twins.
"I give up," she gasped. "I still don't know. Which one of you is which?"
The two men smiled tiredly. "That's for us to know," said that man who'd taken her from the front.
"And you to wonder about the rest of your life," added the one who'd fucked her from the back.
Then the door opened and Lucy looked up paralyzed shock as Joe came staggering through.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Blinded by his rage and lust, Joe stalked angrily toward the bed while the three naked figures stared back at him in shock and fear. He didn't know why he hadn't opened the door before. He'd been listening outside for several minutes, knowing deep in his heart that the woman he heard sobbing and moaning in shameless passion was his wife, yet unwilling to admit to himself that it really could be her, unwilling to admit another man had succeeded where he had failed so terribly. It was only when he'd heard the two answering voices that he realized this resounding conquest of a woman's spirit and body was not the work of one man but two. It was only as he was almost upon the bed that he noticed first one and then the other of their over sized cocks and was stunned to immobility by his sense of his own comparative inadequacy.
"Joe," Lucy gasped weakly.
"Cool it, Joe," said another nervous voice that sounded like Hank Dade's. "We're not looking for trouble with you. Me nor my brother either. And what Lucy did she did of her own free will."
Tears of shame filling his eyes, Joe stared at his white-faced wife, then looked back and forth from one of the men to the other. It gave him little consolation to see that they were scared. He couldn't see how anyone hung like these guys could ever be threatened by any normal man, and it chilled him to think what damage they might have done to his wife's once tight and precious little cunt.
But strangely he didn't want to fight them. He felt so foolish and naive that he was hardly even able to bring himself to hate them. His anger was all directed at Lucy herself. But the anger was channeled into a crazy sadistic kink of lust he'd never felt before in his life. And after what had just happened, there seemed only one thing he could do to her physically that would even compare with what she had just endured.
"Hold it, son," one of the Dade brothers said as Joe took another step toward the bed. "You're not tough enough for the two of us."
Joe stopped, staring through blurred vision at the two naked men. "It's not you I want. It's her."
"Whatta you think?" one brother asked. "She's his wife."
Lucy gave out with a soft sob of fear as the two naked men retreated to leave her alone on the bed. She gazed pleadingly at them, futilely trying to conceal her own naked breasts and loins with her arms. Then she dropped her arms and waited, her body convulsing with her softly fearful sobs, as Joe unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers to his knees, climbed onto the bed without even bothering to take off his shirt or shoes. She closed her eyes, letting her body almost go limp as her enraged husband forced her back into that same now all-too-familiar kneeling position and moved into his place behind her, his hands mauling cruelly over the sensitive flesh of her back and buttocks as he guided his already rock-hard cock up between her ass-cheeks from behind.
Then she shivered as he used his thumbs to separate the soft naked mounds of her buttocks and she heard the quick intake of his breath as the secret warm crevice between them came fully into his view. One of his fingers dipped quickly down to flick up a few warm moist droplets of mingled cum and vaginal lubricant from the still-pulsing slit of her cunt. Then Lucy's eyes opened wide as he spread it right across the cringing little hole of her anus, working it forcibly around to soften and lubricate the tightly puckered little orifice. She sighed from the weirdly tantalizing sensation, feeling already the first stirrings of rejuvenated desire begin up in her loins as she reminded herself that after everything else that had happened the last few days she might finally even be able to get sexual satisfaction from making love to her husband.
Then Lucy got the surprise of her life as Joe's finger was replaced by the pulsingly bulbous head of his cock, and she got the first inkling of the punishment he actually had in store for her.
"Aaaagggghhh!" Lucy gasped as the hard pressure against her tightly puckered little anus suddenly increased. "W-what are you doing?"
"What the hell do you think I'm doing? I'm fucking you in the ass, you good for nothing little whore!"
Lucy almost fainted with helpless terror as the startling realization came over her. Then Joe reached his arms tight around her waist and with an angry growl lunged his hips forward to ram the rock-hard head of his penis violently up against the slavishly clenching little opening of her rectum. He pushed with all his might, grunting and straining as Lucy cried in terror and struggled vainly to resist this unnatural assault. For a moment longer he was stymied, then suddenly the little ring of her anus seemed to give way and the sensitive head of his turgid cock popped right up inside the warm little entrance of her rectum.
"Aaaaggggghhhhhhhh! Oh God no!" she cried. "Joe, please! Your hurting me!"
"You need hurtin', " Joe growled, lunging forward against her more savagely than before.
Lucy's helpless scream reverberated through the room as Joe rammed his long hard penis deeper and deeper up into her heatedly cringing anus. Pain jolted through her body like an electric shock and for a moment it seemed that nothing mattered but to rid herself of this terribly stretching presence embedded between her buttocks.
Behind her Joe snickered sadistically and flexed his ravaging penis deep up in the hot buttery confines of her obscenely skewered rectal orifice, and sobs of pain and misery began to fall from Lucy's lips as he lunged the full length of his punishing rod of flesh again and again up into her agony-seared little ass-hole. Lucy wap vaguely aware of the bulging eyes of the two Dade brothers watching her humiliation from the end of the bed, and she thought she had never experienced anything so terrible as her husband began to pump vengefully in and out of the unnaturally penetrated little hole of her ass.
Yet Lucy seemed to be possessed of a capacity for debauchery that even she could have never imagined, and as the devastating assault continued she discovered that the pain she'd experienced at the beginning of the cruel penetration was beginning to diminish. In a way she didn't quite understand it was becoming almost pleasurable and as a natural masochistic reflex she had begun to subtly screw her buttocks back in response.
And as she began to cooperate, the first stirrings of this weird new passion only increased up in her ass-hole and loins. She was expiating her guilt, the wrong she had done to herself and her husband, and she actually was beginning to enjoy it. Though she felt as if she was tempting the devil she had a compulsion to show Joe that he could never hurt her after what he'd already done by forcing her to come along with the Dades on this trip. She wanted to make it clear to him that now he could never triumph over her, and desperately she began to wave her slavishly up-thrust buttocks back against his cruelly penetrating thrusts, her ass-cheeks starting to swing in wildly rotating circles as she clenched the muscles of her bowels tightly down around the shaft of his marauding cock.
Sweat poured from Joe's face and he stared down in astonishment as his wife began to fuck furiously back against him. He shoved his rock-hard cock deeper and deeper up between her buttocks, holding his throbbing penis embedded deep up inside her and flexing it tightly up in her squeezing rectal sheath before he withdrew for another shattering lunge. And then he could hardly believe his eyes and ears as she suddenly turned to look wild-eyed back over her shoulder at him, screaming out the first words of genuine sexual submission he'd ever heard her use:
"Come on, Joe! Fuck me! Fuck me! Don't hold back!"
Don't hold back? Joe realized that he'd been holding back all of his married life, and his breath came in angry gasps as suddenly and completely he let himself go, bucking and pounding upon his wife like a rider on an untamed horse, brutally slamming his lust-swollen cock into her ass-hole with all the fury of his anger and lust as his fingernails tore cruelly at the softly perspiring flesh of her back.
Lucy waved her buttocks joyfully back against Joe's uninhibited thrusts, her mind blurring from the sheer intensity of the sensation blending in her anus and loins. She no longer felt any pain at all and she found herself longing for the moment when Joe would lose his control and spew his own hot load of cum up into her welcoming rectal depths. Then, as she felt his steel-hard penis begin to throb and flare to even greater hardness, she strained back until she thought her body would break, flexing the muscles of her inner ass-hole to a exquisitely tight sheath of flesh as she prepared for the imminent ejaculation that was sure to come.
And that last increase of sensation was more than Joe's excited cock could take. With a sudden growl of fiendish delight he slapped Lucy open-handedly across her buttocks. Then with a howl he let himself go.
Lucy chanted her own weirdly masochistic pleasure as she felt the thickly spewing drops of his cum even further lubricate her ravished little anus. Her body tensed and shuddered as her own frenzied peak of orgasm was attained, and for the second time that night she felt the new and magic sensations that had eluded her for so much of her life. She screamed and whimpered in a banshee chant of final masochistic submission as her husband's searing cum surged like a volcanic eruption up inside her rectum.
Then Joe gasped and sagged heavily down on her. He panted to catch his breath, raising his eyes slowly to look at the other men, now clothed, who'd lingered in the room to watch. He stared them both down, then returned his eyes to his wife's limp, sex-spent young body.
Then he grinned. "I guess that'll teach you to fuck around on me."
CHAPTER TWELVE
The camp was surrounded by an allied fence and there was a guard-booth at the single gate. The old Mexican sitting beside Joe in the bus explained it was to keep them from smuggling in women or booze. Two rows of green barracks lined the road. A sign on one of them read Recreation Facility. A sign on another said Mess Hall. Both signs were repeated in Spanish.
The bus pulled to a halt and the men, young men and old men, black and brown and white, filed grimly off. As they descended from the rattling old bus they were handed a paper with a number and letter scrawled in red ink across it. That would be their room, Joe figured, noticing that the barracks, excluding the Recreation Hall and the Mess Hall, were lettered A through M.
He sighed and walked to his own barracks and inspected the room he shared with an old man who looked as though this was the first day in his life that he hadn't been falling-down drunk. The old man introduced himself, shook hands and said he used to be the captain of a fishing boat. He asked if Joe had ever worked lemons before.
"Naw," Joe said. "I never picked any fruit at all. I just came out a month ago from the East. What can we make?"
The older man spit a chaw of tobacco on the concrete floor and slapped his bunk as if to see if it would break down. "If they're good lemons ... I can make twenty-five a day, because I been doin' it five or six years. You're young and strong but you're lazy. After room an' board, working Saturdays, you'll go home with ... ninety ... a hundred a week."
"I didn't have no choice," Joe said. "That ain't even enough to get out of this damned place." He stared out the small window. "Looks like a concentration camp. My wife's got a job as a car-hop weekends. But this was all I could find."
'Time's is rough," the older man said and left.
That night Joe's roommate at the farm labor camp where he'd come to try to get together a little cash snored and kept him awake. Some time in the wee hours of the morning he lit a match and took a picture of Lucy from the wallet. It was the same picture he'd first shown Hank that night he'd met him in the bar back home. She was probably sleeping with him now. Either him or his brother.
"Hell," he said aloud to himself. "I thought I had her back. But I didn't. I don't guess I ever will have really. Not like it used to be."
