Should a girl remain a virgin until she is married?
To some readers, this question may seem ridiculously old-fashioned; to others, it may appear irrelevant in today's fast-paced, sexually liberated society. But while it may be debated rarely outside of high school locker rooms and college dorms, it is a question every girl has to ask herself-and to answer-at some point in her lifetime. And her decision will influence her life from that point on.
There are no reliable statistics on how many girls actually do reach their wedding nights in a state of virginity, but research that has been conducted on premarital sexual activity indicates that they are in a minority. On the other hand, a great many men insist that the girls they marry will have to be "pure." A man may try to be as modern and sophisticated in his thinking as possible, but long-ingrained habit patterns are hard to conquer-and virginity has been a rather sacred thing in the public consciousness for hundreds of years.
One very wise and helpful view is presented in a new book, The Unused Potential of Marriage and Sex by Betty Grover Eisner, Ph.D. (Dr. Eisner, a clinical psychologist, was involved in the first research project on the West Coast investigating the therapeutic effects of LSD, and is now at work on a book based on her experiences in group therapy for the emotionally disturbed.) Betty Eisner says:
"Actually, there should be some sort of legal arrangement of one to three years for a young couple to live together. It is being done anyway, from the Atlantic to the Pacific, on and off college campuses. There should be a socially acceptable relationship of long enough duration so that sexual maturation could be guaranteed and the young couple could discover whether their interests were really mutual. A number of months are required for partners to adjust sexually-longer if there has been no prior experience-so sufficient time must be provided for in the relationship.
"The ideal manner to handle preparation for marriage... is a series of socially sanctioned and if possible legally defined relationships to allow young people to experience sexuality legitimately and to enable them to move toward maturity and the related capacity to live in close relationship with another human being first in comfort and then in fulfillment.
"The timetable might look something like this:
"(1) Relationship for initial sexual experience which would hopefully last until sexual maturity;
"(2) Relationship until certain goals are achieved (school, preparation for careers, economic stability), plus coming to terms with authority;
"(3) Relationship to determine whether the couple are suited to each other for a lifetime together;
"(4) Relationship to have and raise children- a minimum of fifteen years;
"(5) Lifetime relationship (today known as marriage)."
Dr. Eisner's wisdom is as invaluable as her approach is refreshing. Unfortunately, it will be many years before such a program as she suggests will be fully accepted by society and officially sanctioned. Religious groups in particular will fight against its adoption, and they will be far from the only ones. In the meantime, we will continue to have many marriages in which the first few years are the hardest-and we will continue to have many young ladies with problems like that of Janice Beecher, the heroine of Captive of the Studs.
Janice is engaged to be married as the book opens, and her fiance has very positive ideas on the subject of virginal brides. He definitely doesn't want to marry a virgin; he wants Janice to sacrifice her maidenhead to him first. But Janice's ideas are more conventional, and even though she feels physical temptation, she knows that her mother would be utterly horrified. And her mother's reactions are terribly important to her....
Nevertheless, under the double pressure from her mother and her husband-to-be, Janice feels she has no recourse but to escape from the entire situation for the time being. As a native Texan, she does not have to go too far geographically to change her entire situation and life-style. And, since she is fleeing to the bosom of friends she has known almost all her life, she considers the move perfectly safe.
The novel that follows is the result. This is Ward Fulton's second novel for us, and we feel that he is improving with every page. We are confident that you will agree.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
South Akard Street was teeming with traffic as Janice guided her new MG through the five o'clock rush. Jeez, she thought, where the hell does everyone come from? Dallas didn't have that big a population, and yet it seemed like New York City. Almost as much smog, too; she coughed as a city bus discharged a cloud of fumes over her. This was the only time she was sorry she had bought the MG. No top, and she sat twelve inches off the ground, target for everything from exhaust fumes to horny young men at street corners. Janice smiled as she remembered the one that morning, on the corner of Mockingbird Lane. He had been kinda cute, with tight blue jeans, a sport shirt open to his navel, showing a smooth muscular chest. As she pulled up, waiting for the light to change, he had moved his hips suggestively, showing his ample crotch, and grinned at her. "How 'bout a ride?" he said, and she knew from his accent he was definitely west of Fort Worth. She smiled at him, but fortunately the light changed at that moment, and with a scream of tires, she had barreled down the street, leaving him standing there, staring after her, pursing his lips.
He had been cute, she had to admit. And that bulge in his jeans had given her a twitch between her legs. Yes, he was obviously well-hung but then what Texas cowboy wasn't? Or maybe it was the way their jeans folded in front that made them look that way. She had never really found out. Even with Glenn, she had yet to find out. She giggled to herself as she realized: eighteen years old, and still a virgin. She was probably the only girl at school who was, judging from the way the others talked. But maybe it was just talk. Janice didn't really care, but there were times, when she saw a young man with a particularly large bulge in front, that her thoughts strayed to sex. How was it? she wondered, what was it like to feel a man's penis sliding into that deep cavern between her legs, bringing her to a height of ecstasy? Was it better than when she stuck her own finger in like she did at night sometimes, alone in bed, fantasizing in her mind over someone? Janice knew it had to be. A penis was thicker than her finger. Sarah Sue Kilkenny was always talking about the guys she shacked up with, and how thick their cocks were. "It takes a thick one to really make me come," Sarah Sue had said, and Janice had blushed, but secretly she yearned to be able to say the same thing. But Sarah Sue was from Pecos, and confessed to having been raped at the age of eleven by one of her father's ranch hands, a lanky youth by the name of Slim, who was run out of town when Old Man Kilkenny found out. The Kilkenny family ran Pecos, and had for years. Money talks, and the Kilkenny millions were legendary.
Also legendary was the availability of the Kilkenny girls, who might have been called trashy whores if their father hadn't owned the town; instead they were sheltered behind the respectable facade which money provided. Yes, the Kilkenny home was something else, too. Janice remembered the first time she had visited there, when she was only fifteen. She had been suitably impressed when the old man displayed his five original paintings by Renoir, Manet and Utrillo.
"Got them in Paris last year," the ruddy-faced oilman had boomed out. "Paris, France, of course. Real bargain for two million."
And Janice had felt slightly put-down because she knew her own father was only worth one million; but then she was able to feel superior to the Kilkenny girls because everyone knew they screwed like rattlesnakes, and Janice was still a virgin.
Yes, and she'd remain that way until she and Glenn were married; as much as she loved him, she would never give in to him. She grinned, remembering his words over the phone: "Meet me outside Neiman's at five-thirty. We can have dinner in town and take in the show at the Majestic."
That was for the benefit of anyone who might have been listening in on the house phone; in truth, they were going out to White Rock Lake to, set in the car and neck. Janice felt a warm glow as she remembered the last time, when Glenn had aroused her to such a peak of excitement that she almost let him do it, but at the last minute, she pulled away. She wouldn't, she wouldn't, she reminded herself, not until they were married.
She hadn't even felt his penis, although she had allowed him to undo her bra and kiss and fondle her breasts, while his hand slid up between her legs, gently touching her thighs and coming at last to her warm, moist little mound. Oh, she had wanted to; she knew she wanted to, but she couldn't. She just couldn't. Every time she thought of it, she heard her mother's voice: "Those Kilkenny girls. Whores, every one of them. Cheap West Texas trash. Just because their old man struck it rich doesn't mean a goddamn thing. Money don't make a lady out of a tramp." And her mother's beady little eyes would fasten on Janice, somewhat affectionately, somewhat accusingly. "My girl's as pure as the day she was born, ain't you, Janice?" And Janice would cringe, wondering how her mother could possibly have graduated from S.M.U. and still talk like an East Texas oil rigger. But then, her mother hadn't been much before she married, and like most Texas girls, she married money. "It's just as easy to love a rich man," was the philosophy her mother had drummed into her for years. So it was fortunate that Glenn came from a rich family; Janice knew the marriage wouldn't stand a chance otherwise.
But it was also fortunate that she really loved Glenn. It wasn't just a passing crush. They had known each other since junior high, and had done just about everything together except have sex. And the way she felt, she hoped the marriage would be soon; she wasn't too sure how much longer she could hold out against the sometimes overpowering feeling in her loins. But then, that wasn't anything but the result of her feelings for Glenn; it was love, she knew, true love, and he loved her in return.
She whipped the car around the corner of Elm and sped down towards St. Paul where she knew he would be waiting outside Neiman-Marcus. Glenn had gone to work for the famous store even before he graduated from school; his skill as an artist had got him a permanent position designing their newspaper ads as well as their window displays. Of course, Janice knew her father did not altogether approve of Glenn's promising career.
"He should get into business," the old man growled. "Drawin' ain't a man's work. 'Sides, he's liable to get contaminated with all those fairies. Makes me wanna puke every time I go in that goddamn place."
Janice knew her father, like most Texans, was conscious of the masculine image expected of the male residents of the Lone Star State. The idea of a man doing anything less than working in some form of physical labor often gave rise to doubts about his sexual proclivities. But she knew from her own experience that Glenn had no problems with his identity. He was a man, eager for a woman, and she was his woman, if not in body yet, at least in mind.
Janice jammed her foot on the brakes as a motorcycle pulled out of an alley and across the line of traffic. She caught her breath and cussed the long-haired, leather-jacketed young man who sped away in front of her, weaving between the cars with little regard for safety. Yet he had been rather attractive, she noted; his hair was just like Glenn's, and his square jaw and piercing eyes... yes, he was appealing. She pictured herself for a moment, riding behind him on the motorcycle, her arms around his chest, her body pressed close to his, feeling the roughness of the leather jacket and the tenseness of his muscles underneath.
Janice shook the image from her mind and focussed her eyes on the sidewalk. Among the crowd she saw the tall figure, standing, one arm up waving at her. She smiled instinctively, as she always did at his handsome face, his clean-cut features and dark brown hair.
"Hi. I thought you'd got lost."
He jumped into the car, bent over quickly to kiss her and then leaned back as she rejoined the traffic flowing out toward the expressway.
"The traffic's bad today."
"It always is." He settled back and lit a cigarette. "You okay? No problems at home?"
She nodded.
"Nope. They think we're taking in a show again. Mother said for me to be home no later than one."
Glenn blew out his cheeks and shook his head. "Jeez, you'd think you were still a kid the way they carry on." He stared at her pixylike face, framed in waves of long blonde hair. "You might look it, but by damn, you're a woman." His eyes strayed down to her bosom, noting with satisfaction the fully rounded curves beneath her blouse, and he remembered how his lips caressed those creamy-rich orbs and how she had groaned and twisted in his arms with delight.
Glenn had often told his friends about Janice; how this girl with the voluptuous figure and the face of a child had crept into his heart and captured him. Despite his occasional nights with other girls, he knew it was Janice he wanted to marry; it was Janice who would be the mother of his children.
"Where d'you wanna eat?"
She shrugged. "Anywhere." She pressed her foot on the gas pedal and they zoomed on to the Central Expressway, pulling away from the inside lane and speeding north. "No, why not let's go eat at the Lakeside? It's good food and it's quiet. I feel like someplace quiet to eat."
"I'd like to eat you someplace quiet," Glenn said, bending over and kissing her arm.
"Glenn Harrington, you stop that kind of talk while I'm driving," she said in mock horror. "I ain't that kinda girl." Her voice assumed an exaggerated West Texas drawl.
They both laughed, and she took her eyes off the road for a second to look at him, and there was a warmth between them which made Glenn sigh and reach over to squeeze her leg.
"I love you," he said. "Goddammit, when're we getting married?"
She shrugged again. "You know what we agreed."
"So what? I'm making good money now."
"That's got nothing to do with it. Daddy said not until you were twenty-one. That's only a few months away. We can wait."
He adjusted his crotch carefully. "It's easy for you to say that. You don't know how hard it is for me."
She giggled.
"I know how hard it can get with you," she said wickedly, remembering the enormous bulge in his pants that night when she almost relented and let him do it.
"You don't," he replied in mock anger. "You wouldn't even touch it."
"All in good time," she replied, realizing that she sounded just like her mother.
The wind whipped her hair around her head, and Glenn threw his cigarette away, brushing his own hair back into place with an impatient sweep of his hand.
They turned off the expressway and sped down Mockingbird Lane, heading east toward White Rock Lane. They were silent, and Janice smiled to herself, anticipating the evening ahead, lying in his arms in their own secluded spot among the trees overlooking the still waters, while the moon above cast a romantic glow over them. Even though she was hungry and looking forward to dinner, she was anxious to get it over with and get away alone with Glenn, to feel his strong arms around her once more and his mouth pressed to her own, exciting her beyond measure.
She knew perfectly well that if it weren't for her mother's constant harping on the values of virginity she might have given in long before, not just to Glenn, but to one or two others she had dated. But even though she had felt herself almost being pushed over the edge many times when she and Glenn had been alone together, there was always that little voice deep inside that told her to hold back. She remembered how her mother had once said to her, "Anything you do with a man is fine once you're married. But only whores take up with a man, and I don't want my child to be a whore." It had always been impressed upon her that sex was sinful outside of marriage; yet why, then, she often argued to herself, did so many other girls do it and still look the same? Like the Kilkenny girls. They were all popular and beautiful, and seemed to suffer no ill effects from their promiscuous behavior. And from what Sarah Sue had said many times, it was the most wonderful thing in the world to have a boy on top, his penis digging deep and his mouth covering your own...
Janice shifted in her seat, conscious of a growing discomfort in her body that was the result of her thinking, especially with Glenn beside her now, and an evening of necking in store. Impatiently she pressed her foot on the gas and the little car roared down the final stretch toward the restaurant beside the lake. Glenn glanced at her, frowning slightly, but said nothing.
With a scream of tires, she braked, pulled off the road, and stopped the car beside the red and white brick building. With a nervous laugh, she jumped out and grinned at Glenn.
"You're turning into a hot-rod since you bought this car," he chastised her humorously, putting his arms around her slim waist and falling into step as they walked toward the door.
"Sorry," she murmured. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"You didn't scare me," he replied, "but just take it easy. Those little cars aren't the safest things in the world."
"Oh, hush."
They walked into the dimly lit interior and found a table over by the far wall. A waiter came over and smiled at them.
"Would you like a drink first?" he asked, and Janice shook her head.
"No, dinner," she said gaily. "I'm starving."
They ordered spare ribs and settled back, staring at each other across the clean white tablecloth. Glenn put out his hands and took hers.
"I love you," he murmured, "and tonight I want us to do something special."
She frowned. "Something special?"
He nodded, grinning. "Yes. And I think you want to as much as I do."
Janice felt a cold chill run down her back, and at the same time a warm glow in her loins. Carefully she pulled her hands out of his and stared at him sadly.
"Glenn, I want to. You know that. But we've waited this long. We can wait a while longer. For my sake, please."
"For your stupid-ass parents' sake, you mean," he snapped bitterly. "If that mother of your hadn't put all those weird ideas in your head, we wouldn't have this problem."
"Oh, so it's a problem now."
They glared at each other, and Glenn reached for her hand again and smiled.
"I'm sorry. But I know you want to, Janice. I've brought a rubber with me tonight. You won't get pregnant. I promise. Honey, it's natural for people to do it when they feel the way we do. And we're getting married soon."
"Okay, okay, if we're getting married, we'll wait," she said firmly. "And it's not because of getting pregnant, and you know it. Don't you think you'll feel better if you know your bride is a virgin?"
He scowled. "I really don't care," he said honestly. "I love you, whether you've shacked up with a million guys or not. You don't love someone because they're a virgin. You love them because..." He paused. "Well, just because, that's why." He squeezed her hand. "You don't love me any less because I've been with other girls."
She nodded. "I know I don't. But it's different with a man."
"It's no different," Glenn said evenly. "It's not the sex that makes me love you. It's everything about you. Everything except this goddamn priggish attitude. I sure hope you're not going to hold out after we're married."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, like let's do it Mondays and Fridays or something like that."
She smiled. "You know me better than that."
"Okay, I suppose so. But it's sure a problem."
The waiter brought their food and the conversation ended, but Janice bit her lip, staring at him and wondering. Why was sex such a big thing? Maybe she should give in. No, you've waited this long, she reasoned with herself, you can wait a while longer.
With a sigh she lifted the spareribs and bit into the first piece, relishing its spicy flavor and tenderness.
"Good, huh?"
"Yeah. They always serve good meat here."
By the time they had finished the meal, they both felt more relaxed. Glenn sat back and lit a cigarette, inhaling slowly, and staring at Janice in the dim light.
"That was good."
"Uh-huh. You going to have some pie?"
"I don't think so. I'm full."
"Me, too." She grinned at him. "I just want to relax and..." Her voice trailed away, and she giggled. Glenn pursed his lips and nodded his head.
"I know what you want to do."
The smile fell away from Janice's face.
"Oh, Glenn, stop it."
He leaned forward seriously. "No, I mean it. You want it just as much as I do. You want me to hold you close, for us to be together without any clothes on, and feel-"
"Stop!"
Janice's face went white, and she raised her hand to her mouth, looking around, embarrassed that her voice had carried clear across the room, but no one turned to stare.
Glenn relaxed. "All right, I'll can it. Come on, let's go. We can talk better alone."
In silence they left the table. Janice walked outside and waited for Glenn to pay the bill, and join her beside the car. Without a word, she got in the passenger side and sat, biting her lip nervously.
Glenn got behind the wheel.
"I need the keys."
She handed them over, and a moment later the MG roared into life and took off along the road leading around the lake. Janice stared at the darkening skyline, silhouetted like black fingers studded with electric diamonds. Dallas really was a pretty city at night, she thought inconsequentially. Yes, think of anything but the one thing that's uppermost in your mind, just as it was in his. Sex. Yes, sex, sex, sex. Why does it always have to come down to that?
The car settled down and she sighed as she felt the warm breeze against her cheek. She felt Glenn's hand on her knee, and she moved closer.
"I love you," he murmured.
"I know."
"I'm sorry if I upset you."
"That's all right. Forget it."
"It's just that..."
"I said forget it."
"Okay."
Slowly they circled the lake until they got to the south side where a large clump of trees provided the privacy they needed. Glenn swung off the road and bumped over the uneven ground until they came to a halt between some bushes, completely screened from prying eyes. He switched off the engine, killed the lights, and turned to Janice. Without a word, they embraced, and she felt his lips, warm and demanding, upon her own. She relaxed against him, and felt his chest firm against her breasts, rubbing the nipples into pointed excitement. His one hand caressed her ears as his mouth forced hers open, and their tongues blended and she felt herself respond. Within her, she felt her desire mounting, and in her mind she pictured his penis stretching out from its normal size until it became firm, hard and throbbing against his pants, demanding what she was unwilling to give. They broke apart, and he stared at her face in the dimness. With a finger, he traced the outline of her brows and her nose.
"You're lovely," he murmured. "You're the loveliest girl I've ever known."
She smiled, pleased by his compliment. She felt his hand slip down from her shoulder to her neck and down towards her breast.
"Not yet," she said softly, and with an impatient sigh, he pulled back.
"Why not?" he demanded. "Damnit, we're alone, and we love each other."
"Glenn, I..." Her voice faltered, and she felt herself close to tears.
His hand slid down again and closed around her breast.
"Shut up and enjoy it," he said roughly, closing his mouth over hers and pushing his tongue against her own. Automatically she responded, feeling his fingers kneading her flesh and moving inside her dress, under her bra.
"Take it off," he muttered, breaking away.
"Glenn..."
"I said take it off, damnit," he said roughly, and without another word she reached under her blouse, undid her bra and let it slip down, together with her outer garment. She was bare to the waist, her pale skin glowing in the moonlight. She heard Glenn suck in his breath, and then his mouth came down, closing around her nipple. She twisted, feeling her loins quiver with anticipation.
"Oh, Glenn..." Her voice sounded a million miles away, and her hands went around his neck, fondling his hair as he sucked on her breast. She felt his tongue flick across the end, pushing her passions even higher. He seemed to have opened his mouth very wide, to take in the entire nipple and much of the surrounding smooth flesh as well. She thought for a moment that her entire orb was enclosed within his mouth; the sensations were greater than the time before, and she found her body quivering with excitement. Her vagina was awash with liquid love-juices that flowed down her canal, lubricating her in readiness... yes, in readiness for his penis which would be sliding into her, pushing right deep down, past her clitoris, down to the mouth of her womb, and she would enclose his sex completely, fulfilling them both. Oh, Glenn, Glenn, I want you, I want you so very much. I want you to fuck me good, fuck me, fuck me...
Janice opened her eyes, startled that she would even think that word, but then Sarah Sue was always using it, she remembered, and it sounded so common, but so wickedly thrilling. She wished she could say it the same way, and with the same truth.
She pulled his mouth off hers and lay back, panting. He started at her, and his fingers caressed her, rubbing the nipples.
"Wait, wait..." she whispered urgently.
"What's the matter?" Glenn asked, his voice gentle.
"Nothing. I'm sorry."
His head came down again, and she felt her insides convulse once more from the ecstasy that flooded her body.
His hand slid down her body and onto her thigh. She felt his fingers creep up her flesh, along the inside of her leg, until the pressure against her mound told her he had reached his goal. Carefully his fingers lifted the edge of her panties and pushed in between her hairs, into her, touching her clitoris. She gasped, conscious of the electric shock that flashed through her. She began moaning, knowing that if he kept that up she would have an orgasm, and she wanted it. Oh, God, how she wanted it.
"Glenn, please..." she muttered, but his only answer was a wicked bite on her nipple which added to the growing eroticism within her. His fingers were inside her, sliding around her warm, wet cavern, his thumb and forefinger touching her clitoris, pinching it and rubbing it up and down. Oh, how wonderfully he did that, much better than she ever did it herself. Harder, harder, she found herself thinking; pinch me harder there, send me over the edge and let me float... float in that wonderful world where there is nothing but pure sensation and ecstasy.
She felt him pull her body toward him, and she let herself go, knowing that there was no turning back now. They would lie together in the car, until their passionate mood was spent, and she wished it could be in a large double bed instead, with both of them naked, and Glenn's penis, hard and firm, within her vagina, fucking, fucking...
She felt him take her hand, and a moment later place it around his shaft, which was throbbing and firm and projecting from his pants. Her eyes opened in alarm, and she jerked her hand away.
"Glenn, I said-" she began furiously, but he cut her off with an impatient burst of words.
"Shut up and play with it," he said. "It won't kill you to do that, goddamnit!"
He grabbed her hand again and placed it around the shaft, and she felt her fingers enclose the thick, broad head as she involuntarily closed her fist and slid it down the length. He sighed.
"See, that doesn't hurt a bit, does it?" he said softly.
Janice pulled her hand away again and moved across the seat. Her body had begun to shake uncontrollably, and the tears which had welled up earlier now burst forth without reserve. She leaned against the door and sobbed quietly.
Glenn sat up, staring at her.
"For chris'sake," he complained, and out of the corner of her eye she saw him place his own hand upon his erect organ and begin massaging it up and down slowly.
"Stop it, stop it," she cried, fumbling for the door handle, jerking it, and scrambling out of the car. She tripped and fell headlong on the grass. Glenn followed her, and she felt his arms around her, lifting her up, and his mouth descended upon her own. He pulled her body to his, and she felt his penis, hard and firm between her legs, pushing up, ever up toward her crevice. She struggled, and the more she tried to pull away the harder he held her against him; the sensual excitement in her limbs exceeded anything she had ever experienced, and much as she tried to pull away, something in her responded; she knew deep inside she wanted it to happen. She was conscious of his mouth hungrily devouring her lips while his arms held her body firmly against his own, and his sex was pushing, probing, insisting on the ultimate.
With a final effort, she pushed against him, tripped again, and fell over backward on the rough ground.
"Stay away from me," she screamed, staring up at him.
He stood before her, breathing heavily, and slowly his hand descended to his penis and he began masturbating himself as he gazed down at her half-naked body. Fascinated, she stared at the long, thick shaft in his hand, its outlines clear in the moonlight, every fold of skin revealed as it slid back and forth over the dark red head, which was glistening. Whimpering, she lay there while his hand movements became quicker and quicker, until, with a groan, he ejaculated.
She gasped as she watched the spurting of his semen on the ground before her.
"You... you pervert!"
She scrambled to her feet, pulled her bra and blouse up and climbed back into the car, sitting there trembling.
A few moments later, Glenn got in beside her. He was breathing heavily. Finally he spoke, softly and intensely.
"I'm not going to apologize," he said. "You don't know how it is to want someone as much as I want you, Janice." His hand reached over to touch her, but she cringed and moved away. "It's only because I love you so much."
Her eyes flashed.
"If you loved me, you wouldn't even think of things like that," she snapped. "You'd control yourself like any decent man."
His anger boiled over.
"You little cock-teaser," he snapped. "If you felt the same way as I do, we'd have been fucking months ago. You want to. I know you do. But you're all hung-up on those old-fashioned ideas. Let me tell you, Janice, until you snap out of it, we'd better not see each other for a while. I can't take it. I honestly can't. Either we get married right away, or..." His voice trailed off.
With an impatient shake of his head, he started the car and backed out onto the highway. Janice remained silent, and even as he got out in front of his house, she found herself unable to look at him or even speak. Without a word, she slipped over behind the wheel and drove on home, her mind teeming with a million conflicting thoughts.
As she crawled into bed, she could still feel the hardness of his penis within her fingers, and the image of his shaft was foremost in her mind as her fingers strayed down between her legs.
CHAPTER TWO
Mrs. Beecher came floating down the stairs of their imposing mansion, feeling very pleased with herself. She fingered the expensive crepe of her dress and adjusted the scarf around her neck, making sure it was high enough to cover the wrinkles that had reminded her that very morning to call the plastic surgeon and talk about taking care of them. She knew her husband was very proud of her appearance, and those wrinkles would have to go. After all, she reasoned, the opera ball was only three months away, and she had planned a particularly daring, low-cut gown for that event, something chic and simple to serve as a background for the new diamond necklace and bracelet that she had received for Christmas. "Another little bauble from Neiman's," her husband had said, handing her the package with his usual self-satisfied grin.
Mrs. Beecher paused a moment at the bottom and then turned to go into the dining room, looking around approvingly at the neatness that reminded her once again that her servants were undoubtedly the best in Dallas. They ought to be; she paid them enough.
She pushed open the swinging door and entered the kitchen, where Carrie was busily preparing the vegetables for the evening meal. Mrs. Beecher insisted on fresh garden vegetables; the cuisine at her meals was her pride and joy. "None of that frozen shit," she used to say proudly when asked about her cooking. "We get only the best, home-grown and organically fertilized, if you know what that means," she would add with a meaningful twist of her mouth.
She sat at the table and looked across at Carrie, who smiled vaguely at her.
"You all right today?" Mrs. Beecher asked in her best treat-the-servants-right tone.
Carrie nodded, and belched quietly.
"I'm fine, Miz Beecher," she said, her voice pinpointing her origin at somewhere around Big Spring. "Y'all feelin' good yourself? You sure look purty today."
"Thank you, Carrie."
Mrs. Beecher rose and poured herself a cup of coffee from the pot on the stove. "Isn't Janice down yet?" Carrie shook her head. "No, ma'am. Ain't seen her all morning." Mrs. Beecher pouted.
"I wonder what time she got in last night."
Carrie stared at her, her small beady eyes sparkling. "I guess it must've bin round two," she said. "I heard the car."
"Hm. I told her to be home by one. Honestly, Carrie, these kids today think the nights aren't meant for sleeping. We must have our sleep if we're gonna retain our youth, I always say."
Carrie sniggered.
"Nights is for better things than sleepin'," she said. "Especially if you're as purty as Miss Janice."
Mrs. Beecher frowned.
"If you're suggesting anything about Janice, you'd better think again," she snapped. "That girl of mine's not like some trash I could mention."
"I didn't mean nothin'," said Carrie, shifting her ample frame in the chair as she reached for another handful of beans. "But there ain't nothin' wrong in sowin' a few oats before you settle down. And Miss Janice is plannin' on marryin' up with that Harrington boy, ain't she?"
Mrs. Beecher nodded. "Just as soon as he's twenty-one," she said. "And I know I'll be happy when she finally is wedded and bedded. At least it'll be a worry off my mind."
"You worry too much, Miz Beecher," said Carrie, staring hard at her employer, who sat nervously stirring her coffee. "Janice sure is old enough to care for herself. You brought her up good."
"I hope so, Carrie. I want my child to be a God-fearing woman who'll make a good wife and mother." She sipped her coffee and licked her lips appreciatively. "Not like those Kilkenny girls. Little tramps."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that now. You've bin listenin' to too much gossip. My cousin from Amarillo worked for the Kilkennys. They ain't half as bad as people say they is."
Mrs. Beecher sniffed deprecatingly.
"Tramps," she repeated. "All of 'em. Just 'cos they have money doesn't mean they're any better'n the rest of us."
Carrie giggled. "No, but they sure can afford to do and say what they like," she said. "Money can cover a lot of sins."
"I don't think Old Man Kilkenny has enough money to do that for his daughters," said Mrs. Beecher. "Unless he owns Fort Knox."
The door swung open and Janice entered. She was dressed in a filmy dress, and her hair was tied back in a ribbon. She wore little makeup; she looked fresh and innocent.
"Good morning," she greeted. "How's everyone today?"
"My, my, aren't we the cheerful one this morning?" Mrs. Beecher tilted her cheek carefully to receive Janice's duty kiss.
"Sure," said Janice, going to the coffeepot. "I feel pretty good."
"How was the movie?" asked Mrs. Beecher.
"The movie?" Janice dropped two lumps of sugar into her coffee and moved to the table. "Oh, it was all right."
"You went to the Majestic, didn't you?"
"Uh-huh."
"They're showing that Charlton Heston flick, ain't they?" asked Carrie.
"Yes. It was really a bore. All those gladiators and crap. I really didn't enjoy it that much, but it was all right."
Mrs. Beecher stared at her daughter and pursed her lips.
"And how's Glenn?"
"He's fine."
Janice's smile dropped slightly as she thought of Glenn.
"You don't sound too sure 'bout that."
"Of course I am. Why shouldn't I be?"
Mrs. Beecher smiled and patted Janice's arm.
"Because I know my little girl. When something's bothering you, I can tell it. And I'd be willing to bet my new diamond necklace that something's wrong this morning."
Janice stared at her mother and frowned.
"Mother, stop worrying. I said everything's all right."
Carrie giggled.
"Your mother always worries, you know that. I reckon even after you're married, she'll still worry about you."
"Crap!" Mrs. Beecher's voice exploded across the room.
"Mother!" Janice glared at her mother, conscious of the older woman's piercing eyes boring into her.
"Did he try anything he shouldn't?" Janice lifted her eyes to the ceiling in disgust and shook her head slowly. Carrie giggled.
"No, he didn't," said Janice in a tired voice.
Carrie broke into loud laughter. "Then he ain't the man I figured him for."
Mrs. Beecher glared at Carrie.
"Hush your mouth, Carrie," she snapped. "Glenn's a very respectable young man. At least I hope so." She stared at Janice and her voice softened. "Something is wrong, though, isn't there, baby?"
Janice sipped her coffee and reached for a cigarette in her pocket. She slowly lighted it before replying.
"Well, Glenn wants to get married right away, and I keep telling him to wait, like we agreed. Last night he said maybe we shouldn't see each other so often. He says it's too frustrating for him." She sighed. "It's not easy for me, either, Mother."
Mrs. Beecher nodded and smiled importantly.
"I knew it. I knew it."
Carrie giggled again. "Ain't nothin' wrong in that. I don't see why you don't get hitched right away. What's this waitin' for, anyway? I got married when I was fourteen." She nodded sagely. "Best thing that ever happened to me. 'Course it didn't last but a year, but at least I was all broken in for my next husband. That one lasted ten years, would you believe? A real good guy. Pity he got in the way of that truck. I've yet to find one like him. He was every inch a man." She giggled. "Plenty of inches, too, as I recall."
"Carrie!" Mrs. Beecher's voice dripped icicles. "Kindly keep your trashy comments to yourself. Janice's future is none of your business, anyway."
"Yes, Mrs. Beecher, ma'am," replied Carrie sarcastically. "Only I hate to see this girl fretting over something like that."
"It's all right," said Janice, going for another cup of coffee. "Maybe Glenn's right. Maybe we should cool it for a while."
There was a brief silence, and Mrs. Beecher tapped the table with a well-manicured forefinger.
"Maybe you'd like a few weeks away, Janice."
Janice sat down again.
"Maybe that would be nice."
"Why not go down to the Mayan Ranch?"
Janice's eyes lit up. "Hey, that would be fun. I haven't been there in years."
"I know you haven't, and the last time you went, you had more fun than a barrel of monkeys. And I know the Holts'd be thrilled to have you. I saw Emily only a few months ago at the muscular dystrophy benefit. She's living there, and her son's still running the place. She said they'd built some extra rooms and also bought the Flying L. If you ask me, Emily Holt'll end up owning the whole town of Bandera before she's through."
Janice's mind fled back to the summer she spent at the Mayan Ranch outside Bandera, just a few miles north of San Antonio. Operated by the Holt family, who were old friends of her father's, the ranch had progressed from a small working ranch into one of the leading tourist attractions of the state, complete with a Western false-front town where occasionally movies would be shot. And every Saturday, the Mayan cowhands would stage a mock gunfight in the Western town for the benefit of the guests. It was a fun place, and certainly just the spot to get away from everything; and the more Janice thought, the more she realized that it might be a good idea for her to go away, to chase the frustrations she felt over Glenn. At least she might get her mind off the incredible hunger she felt in her loins, the mounting desire for Glenn to take her bodily, a yearning that she felt she could not satisfy before they were married. There would be riding, swimming, parties, a good healthy outdoor life that would tire her out so she'd sleep good at night, instead of lying awake, thinking about Glenn, and letting her fingers stray down between her legs...
"Mother, I think I'd like to go down there for a while. Do you think-"
Mrs. Beecher interrupted her with a wave of her hand.
"I'll call Emily this very minute." Mrs. Beecher leaned over and squeezed Janice's hand. "And don't you worry about Glenn. I was the same with your father. I just couldn't wait till I had that ring on my finger. And after that, everything was fine."
Janice stared after her mother as she walked quickly out of the kitchen. Carrie raised her eyebrows and grinned at Janice.
"I think you're doin' the best thing," she said. "Between that mother of yours and that young man, I figure you've been 'bout fit to be tied these last few weeks."
Janice nodded.
"That's true, Carrie. Maybe it'll be best if I do get away. From both of them."
"'Sides, there're plenty of horny cowhands down there," said Carrie with an evil giggle. "You'll not lack for company."
Janice flushed.
"I'm going down there for a rest," she said. "Not to get involved."
Carrie snickered.
"Janice, you're too purty not to get involved," she commented. "And if you want my advice, you'll have a fling. It'll be your last chance, remember, and there's nothin' better than lookin' back and remembering the beaus you've had. The one you sleep with every night can git a little tiresome after the first few months, take it from me."
Janice's face took on a look of mock horror.
"Carrie, you're terrible. When I marry Glenn, he's going to be my husband. I happen to love him very much."
"Sure," said Carrie offhandedly. "You love 'em all till you get used to 'em. Then you start lookin' for someone else. There's nothin' better than a fresh face lyin' next to you in bed, take it from me. I've bin through enough husbands in my time. I know."
"Stop it!" Janice's voice amazed her with its vehemence. "I'll be faithful to Glenn. And nothing you say will make me think different."
"Wait till you get to my age," replied Carrie. "After thirty years, you're a lot different. Men are all the same when the lights are out. And it takes a heap of men to make you know which one you really want, too. You gotta try 'em all, baby, believe me."
Janice stared at the plump, middle-aged figure opposite her and shook her head.
"Glenn's the only one I want," she said softly. "And I haven't tried any yet. I know."
Carrie shook her head. "You don't know nothin' till you've snuggled up in bed next to a man and felt him make love to you, baby. And every man's different in the way he does it. And they've all got something 'bout 'em that turns you on. It's like eatin'. There's lotsa different kindsa food. Like these beans here." She lifted the sliced beans from the bowl and let them fall back slowly. "One day you like beans. The next day it'll be carrots. And so on. They're all part of the menu, but there sure is one you like more'n the rest. You'll see. You'll learn."
They both turned as the kitchen door swung open and Mrs. Beecher came bustling through, her face beaming.
"Just talked to Emily," she said. "She says to come on down right away. They'll be thrilled to have you as long as you want to stay. She even suggested we have the wedding down there. I told her that was out of the question, but you'd be down for a few weeks, anyway. Come on, Janice, I'll help you pack. You can take off this afternoon and be down there by dinner time."
Janice rose and smiled down at Carrie.
"Good. Why don't you fix me some eggs and bacon while I pack? I'm suddenly very hungry."
Carrie grinned. "Comin' right up."
Mrs. Beecher put her arm around Janice's waist and they walked out of the kitchen and up to the bedroom. Carrie looked after them, and slowly eased out of the chair and went over to the stove, shaking her head and smiling to herself.
"Out of the frying pan into the fire," she murmured.
The little MG ate up the miles, roaring round the bends and zipping down the long straight stretches. Janice had the top down, and her long blonde hair streamed behind her in the wind. She felt a glorious sense of freedom, of complete relaxation. With her hands on the steering wheel, she felt she was in control of her life; no mother to tell her what to do; no Glenn to arouse her to a point of painful frustration; nothing to disturb the calm which had crept into her being the minute she left the Dallas skyline behind her. She hadn't even called Glenn; her mother promised to do that and explain that Janice merely felt she needed a little rest on her own before the wedding. Janice knew that Glenn would probably be upset because she didn't call him personally, but that was tough. She was in no mood to wrangle on the phone with him, and she knew he would object, despite his words the night before. He had really been right, anyway; they had seen each other too often. The pressures were natural, but too much. And she understood how he felt; she felt the same way herself, only she just couldn't bring herself to submit to something she felt was basically wrong. She knew how much she wanted to have sex with Glenn, just as much as he wanted to. But if she had given in, she knew she could never have walked down the aisle with a clear conscience. She knew her mother's voice would ring in her ears throughout the entire wedding ceremony, reminding her that she did not go to her marriage bed a virgin. And that was one thing she was going to have, a precious jewel she would cherish for the rest of her life. No matter whether she and Glenn remained married for the next twenty years or not, she would always have the personal satisfaction that she had upheld her principles.
She thought of Carrie's blunt words in the kitchen that morning. She wouldn't deny that there would probably be a lot of attractive young men on the ranch. Last time she was there, she had been attracted to almost every single man, guest or ranch hand. They had seemed each one appealing in some special way, from their bulging blue jeans to their tanned, handsome faces and muscular bodies. So who could tell about this visit? Maybe she would find someone who turned her on; but that would be expected. Everyone on vacation is eager to find a bed partner. And while she didn't plan on going to bed with anyone, Janice knew that there would be other times she could spend with them that would be pleasurable.
But then... wouldn't the same frustration pop up? Wouldn't she feel the same urge that she did for Glenn? She shook her head, trying to chase the thought, but finally decided that it was better to face it. No, she wouldn't feel frustrated, she reasoned, because Glenn was someone she loved. A casual vacation acquaintance would hold a passing attraction, admittedly, but there wouldn't be the deeper feeling that would prompt her to roll into bed. But what if she did meet someone who did turn her on? Wouldn't it be the same story all over again? She decided that at least that might be easier to handle than being with Glenn, whom she loved and wanted so very desperately, and whose presence even in company made her turn her thoughts to sex with him. With a stranger it would not be hard to push the thought away, no matter how attractive he might be. She would only have to remember her mother's terse comments about those Kilkenny girls; she wasn't going to be like them, not for anything. She was going to remain pure, at least physically.
The miles sped by and the sun sank lower on the horizon until, just as she turned off the main highway, it dipped beneath the Bandera hills and a warm glow encompassed the country, giving her a feeling of relaxed contentment. The drive had been a good one. Despite her thoughts, she felt better; she felt she was going to enjoy herself for the next few weeks, away from her usual routine and away from Glenn, and away from those guilt-ridden desires that had made her so miserable.
The car pulled up outside the large stone ranchhouse which served as a reception hall for the guests. Janice climbed out and stretched, gazing around at the blue-purple hills in the distance and smelling in her nostrils that wide-open flavor, a mixture of sagebrush and horse-dung and mixed in with it somewhere the tantalizing odor of barbecued ribs.
She looked around, noting that the large swimming pool was still there, its surface dotted with a few heads. She heard the happy shouts of the visitors as they splashed around. To the East she saw the bunkhouses and the stables and heard the faint whinny of a horse. In between the trees she saw the dozens of small stone cottages that constituted much of the charm of the Mayan Ranch. No sterile motel rooms here; only the solid, traditional Texan stone cottage, complete with modern plumbing, but otherwise the same as Texans had lived in for decades on the ranch.
With a sigh, Janice lifted her suitcase out of the back seat and walked up the rough stone steps towards the ranchhouse. As she approached the main entrance, the door flew open and a tall, lanky figure in blue jeans, Western shirt and hat, came rushing out, a happy grin on his handsome face.
"Janice!"
Elton Gray took several giant strides and lifted her up into his arms and kissed her.
"Gee, honey, you look wonderful!"
"Hello, Elton. Where's the family?"
He put his arm around her, took her suitcase, and led her inside to the office.
"The Holts are gone, except for Emily, of course, and she's having dinner. I'm in charge for now."
Janice remembered Elton from her last visit; he had been head foreman, and obviously he had been promoted. He was a pleasant enough young man, and they had had several dates on her previous visit. She felt he was somewhat overpowering with the welcome, but it did give her a warm glow which she enjoyed.
"Emily said to show you to your cabin, and then join her for dinner," said Elton, reaching behind the desk for a key. "You're in Number 22. That's in the second row behind the first turn-off."
Janice laughed.
"I think you'd better show me. I don't remember those trails so well."
She remembered how easy it was to get lost among the trees which made every cabin practically a private world of its own.
"Sure. I'll ride with you in your car, okay?"
They walked back outside, and Elton eased his large frame into the passenger seat as Janice started the car and eased it forward over the bumpy track between the trees.
"First right and then second left," Elton said, his dark brown eyes taking in her face and then her figure, which he noted with satisfaction.
"You've grown up some, by golly," he remarked. "You're quite a hunk of woman now, Janice."
She flushed with pleasure and smiled at him. "I'm a few years older," she reminded him. "And I'm engaged to be married."
"He's lucky, but he must be awful stupid," he said.
"Why do you say that?"
"Letting you off by yourself, especially down here,'.' was the reply. "Hell, I can see every man on the ranch chasing after you."
Janice laughed.
"They do that with anything in skirts," she said. "So what else is new?"
Elton laughed, a deep, rich sound coming from the depths of his chest.
"Well, there's girls and then there's girls," he said. "And I'd say you're something else again. Something real special. I've thought about you a lot since your last visit."
Janice's mind fled back, remembering Elton and how much he had been attracted to her; they had gone riding many times; they had swum together at midnight, and under the surface of the pool she had felt his strong hands on her hips, and she knew she had only to say the word and he would have carried her off into the bushes and consummated the feeling that he obviously had for her. She had let him kiss her several times; once in the pool, in fact, when she felt his rock-hard penis pushing against his swim-suit as he held her. Yes, she and Elton had been quite close, and she was vaguely afraid that he might take her visit now as an opportunity to continue where he left off. She felt it wise to change the subject.
"So how come the Holts aren't here?" she asked, negotiating a sharp turn in the road.
"Oh, David had to go into San Antonio on business," was the reply. "Since they bought the Flying L, I think David's more interested in real estate than running the ranch. I don't mind, though. It's meant a promotion for me, and easier work. Hey, you remember Smiley and Curt?"
Janice nodded, remembering the ranch hands who had helped her at the stables.
"Yes."
"They're looking forward to seeing you again. I told them you were coming, and they said they'd put on a clean shirt for you tonight."
Janice laughed.
"I hope that's not the only time they change clothes," she said. "What about their other girlfriends?"
Elton laughed. "You got an adding machine?" he said. "Hell, those two studs have half the girls in this town up in the air. Smiley especially. He's grown quite a bit since you were here. Quite the ladies' man."
"Aren't they all?"
The car turned the last bend slowly, and Elton pointed to a stone cabin under a large tree.
"That's yours. Pull up next to it."
With a cloud of dust, they came to a stop, and Elton took her suitcase and led the way to the door.
The key scraped in the lock, and he swung the heavy timbers back and allowed Janice to walk inside. Her heels clacked on the tile floor, and she looked around with satisfaction.
"This is lovely," she murmured. "Larger and nicer than the cabin I had last time."
"Our best," said Elton, depositing her suitcase on the bed and standing back, admiring her trim figure with its blossoming bustline and narrow waist. "Janice, you sure have grown, I'll say that. You look like a movie star."
"Oh, shut up, Elton."
She laughed and walked over to the window, peering out into the gathering darkness.
"Tell you what. Let me wash my face and hands and I'll drive you back and go eat with Emily."
"Fine. Take your time."
He settled in one of the large armchairs beside the fireplace and stared at her.
Janice clicked open her suitcase, took out her makeup kit, and disappeared into the bathroom. As she splashed water on her face, she smiled to herself. Elton had also grown into a most attractive man, no longer a young wrangler, but a man in every sense Of the word. She felt a warm glow in her loins. Stop it, stop it, she chided herself. You're engaged to Glenn; stop thinking that way about Elton. He's probably got a dozen girls on a string himself, just like the others. All these ranch hands were notorious for their amorous adventures; Elton was no exception, she felt sure. He probably figured he'd make a play for her, and she wondered what her reaction would be.
The best thing would be not to give him the opportunity. She could go riding with him, or swimming, but never after dark; and always watch herself in the clinches, if there were any.
She patted her face dry, applied some lipstick and came back out, smiling at him.
"Okay, let's go. I'm starving."
"Good." He stood back and let her leave the room, then he locked the door and handed her the key. "Here, don't lose it."
"I won't lose anything," she said.
The car roared into life, the headlights cut through the darkness, and they moved down the trail toward the ranchhouse.
"Well, my dear, you're looking wonderful."
Emily Holt eased back in her chair, her face beaming. Her features, well preserved for sixty, were well covered with makeup, and her fingers gleamed with jewels. Her hair, dyed a flaming red, was piled high upon her head. Her dress, almost a perfect match to her hair, was cut low in front, showing the beginning of an ample bosom which, legend had it, had been old man Holt's pride and joy until he found one not so large and half Emily's age, and had traded his million-dollar ranch for a million-dollar baby.
"You are, too."
Janice helped herself to meat and vegetables and began eating.
"Your mother sounded well. Everything all right at home?"
Janice nodded.
"Yes, Mother and Daddy are both fine. They never change."
Emily nodded. "True, more's the pity. Especially that mother of yours. Much as I adore her, I often wish she'd trade those Baptist hymns for a bottle of bourbon. She doesn't know the fun she misses in life."
Janice laughed. "Mother's all right, even though she's a little straitlaced."
Emily's deep voice guffawed across the room, causing several of the guests to look up from their meals and smile. Emily's laugh was one of the attractions of the ranch. Unlike many ranch owners, Emily Holt did not seclude herself from her visitors; she joined them at meals; she rode with them; she played hostess, and as a result had helped build the Mayan Ranch into its present prosperity. Even in the winter, there was seldom a cabin vacant.
"I wouldn't call your mother straitlaced. I'd call her a professional hypocrite. But then, if it makes her happy. I often wonder about you, though. You've grown, child. You're a woman now. I hear you're gonna be married soon."
Janice nodded. "Glenn Harrington."
Emily whistled. "Well, you've outdone your mother. She married your father when he had only half a million. I hear Glenn's due for a cool million when he's twenty-one."
Janice flushed.
"I happen to love him, Emily."
"I didn't say you didn't. And don't be so touchy. There's nothing wrong with marrying money."
Janice nodded. "That's what Mother always says."
"She's right. What's he like?"
Janice smiled happily. "Oh, he's good-looking, and I've known him since school. Oh, what can I say? When you love someone..."
"I know. I know. I felt that way about Mr. Holt. The first years are really what you remember, so make yours count. Any marriage gets stale after a while. It's only human nature. Don't count on spending the rest of your life with him; just take the present and enjoy it. It's a lot easier that way."
There was a note of sadness in her voice, and Janice stared at her, noting that the customary smile had faded slightly.
"Is that why you've never remarried?"
Emily nodded. "Hell, I'm having too much fun being single again. I can dance any one of my cowhands off their feet, and drink anyone under the table. So why the hell should I tie myself down to some old codger who only wants me in bed by nine, and then all he can do is grunt and breathe heavily until he falls asleep. No, my girl, I'll take the single life from here on in. No regrets."
Janice laughed. "You're a character," she murmured. "It's good to be with you again."
Emily stared at her intently. "Why did you come down here, Janice? I had a feeling from your mother's voice today that something was wrong."
Janice shrugged, and took a sip of water.
"Nothing's wrong. It's just that... well, Glenn and I are not getting married till he turns twenty-one, which is a few weeks away yet. And..."
Emily laughed loudly again. "I think I understand. He wants a little taste and you're not giving out till you've made it legal. Is that it?"
Janice gasped. "How did you guess?"
Emily grinned. "I've known your mother twenty years, and I've seen the way she's brought you up. I'm willing to bet you're a virgin, and your young man wants to find out. Right?"
Janice nodded, blushing.
"Well, well, there's no better place than the Mayan to take your mind off your problems," she said lightly. "Just watch your step down here, though. We have a lot of horny young men around, both working here and visiting. So watch yourself."
"I intend to. I didn't come down here to do anything but get away from home for a while, and away from Glenn. I do love him, believe me, but I think it will be better if we don't see each other for a while."
"Good. You'll appreciate him all the more when you do finally make it with him." Emily laughed again. "After the wedding, naturally."
Janice nodded. "After the wedding," she said firmly. "Call me old-fashioned if you like, but then that's the way I want it."
Emily nodded. "Good for you. There're too many girls today who think it's smart to give up their virginity about the time they reach puberty. Take it from me, my girl, that ain't the way to start out. Being old-fashioned has nothing to do with it. It's just plain common sense."
Janice smiled happily to hear the words of encouragement.
"I'm glad you said that, Emily," she said. "I've often felt there was something wrong with me because of the way I am."
"There's nothing wrong with virginity," said Emily. "Except on an old maid of sixty."
They both laughed, and Janice pushed her plate away.
"Oh, wow, that was great," she murmured. "The food is always so good here."
"I got the best chef in Texas," said Emily. "He got his training in Paris." Her eyes twinkled. "Paris, Texas, that is. He used to sling hash at a short-order truck stop until I found him and brought him here ten years ago. Back then he couldn't tell filet from chuck, but now... it's a different matter. He can whip up anything you might want, provided you tell him how."
They laughed again, and Emily beckoned a waiter.
"You bring our coffee to my apartment," she said. "Come, Janice, we can relax and visit a while."
"Fine."
As they walked out, several guests nodded and greeted her. Janice noticed two young men sitting to one side, both of whom were very attractive and who eyed her with more than passing interest. Yes, she thought, it's going to be an interesting few weeks.
CHAPTER THREE
The sun filtered through the drapes and speckled the room with light. Janice opened her eyes and gazed around, not sure for a moment where she was. Then she remembered, and she smiled lazily and stretched her arms above her head. She snuggled down under the blanket and stared at the ceiling, supported by old wooden beams that had obviously been hewn out of the woods decades before. Her eyes strayed around the room, warm and friendly. Outside the birds were welcoming the new day, and in the distance she heard the faint echoes of horses along the highway.
She turned over and decided to relax another five minutes before getting up. After all, she was on a vacation, and there was no reason to get out of bed early. Yet she remembered that most people at the ranch rose early and breakfasted around seven o'clock before starting off on a hectic day of pleasure, riding over the hills or swimming or just lying around the large lawns in front of the main ranch house. Easy living was the key to each day at the Mayan, a complete escape from the pressures of the city.
She lay still, savoring the mood and the moment, and her thoughts turned to Glenn. He had been the last thing she had thought about the night before, as she fell asleep after letting her hands stray across her breasts just once, just enough to raise her nipples to hard little lumps that sent a demanding surge through her body, but she resisted any impulse to do anything more. She felt she had come down to the ranch to get away from Glenn and the temptation that he held for her, as well as the frustration. There was no reason to let it continue to plague her by masturbating while she held his image in her mind. She had actually fallen asleep with a good, righteous feeling of having overcome her own weakness; she slept soundly and without dreaming. Now she was warm, sensuous and not quite awake yet; her body felt languorous, and she let her mind wander, thinking about Glenn for a few moments. Then Elton's image sprang into her consciousness. He had certainly grown some; now he was taller, broader and definitely all man. Even the way his jeans fit him with that enticing little bulge at the crotch made her heart skip a beat and her loins respond with the old familiar twinge that she used to get the moment that Glenn's hands would touch her breasts. Slowly she pushed her hand down between her legs and let her fingers push into her warm little cavern, probing and finding her clitoris and rubbing it gently. In her mind it was Elton's hand there; no, it wasn't his hand at all. It was his penis, large, long and erect, entering her and giving her the ultimate pleasure that she longed for so desperately. She moved her hips, pushing them up to meet her fingers as they pushed down and into her, rubbing the folds hidden under her light blond bush. She felt her juices begin to flow, lubricating her vagina and giving her even more voluptuous sensations than before as her fingers worked their magic.
Through half-closed eyes she imagined the door opening and him coming in to her, tearing off his clothes, revealing his firm muscular body, tanned from years in the Texas sun, with a white stripe across his hips, and in the middle a dark area from which protruded his long, thick organ, throbbing with anticipation and its foreskin stretched back with the bright red head peeking out, oozing lube and ready to plunge between her thighs and into her virginal depths.
She opened her arms, receiving him totally, and as she imagined him lowering himself upon her body her fingers moved quicker and faster, and she felt herself twisting in the bed, her hips undulating in rhythm with her probing fingers, her clitoris on fire with mounting desire and her organs convulsing beneath the ecstasy of an approaching climax.
Her lips began moving, and whispered words emerged into the hollow emptiness of the room.
"Fuck me, Elton, fuck me good," she heard herself murmur passionately. Her eyes were closed and her body became hotter and hotter as in her mind the rock-hard penis began thrusting in and out of her crack, each movement bringing her closer to her orgasm. The words tumbled out: "Deeper, deeper, ram that rod into me, baby, let me feel it way inside. That's it... oh, Elton, what a nice big prick you've got. Fuck me, baby, fuck my cunt, fuck me!" Her eyes were closed tightly and she could almost feel his skin against her own, the sweat dripping down each side and his hairy chest rubbing across her breasts, exciting her even more. Her fingers gripped her clitoris and rubbed up and down, across the end, sending shafts of delight through her loins. She writhed in ecstasy and then felt the slow surge from deep inside her vagina, and she cried out as her body convulsed and she felt herself tremble from head to toe with the force of the waves of pleasure that washed over her. With a gasp, she lay still again, her fingers relaxed between her labia and her breasts heaving from the exertion. "Oh, Elton," she murmured softly. Then, with a start, her eyes opened and a flush of shame crept over her.
Why Elton? Why not Glenn in her masturbatory fantasy? Yes, why not Glenn? He was the one she loved. He was the one she wanted. So why Elton? Oh, God, how could she?
With a stifled sob, she bit her lip, and heard again for the thousandth time her mother's voice, harsh and accusing, saying those things she hated to hear. At that moment, there was a loud knock on the door of the cabin, and a voice shattered the stillness.
"Coffee and orange juice."
Thankfully she slid out of bed, grabbed her robe and opened the door to admit a colored girl who carried a small tray with a steaming cup of black coffee and a small glass of liquid sunshine.
"Thank you. Just put it on the table."
The maid departed and Janice closed the door, staring blankly at the steaming coffee for a moment before moving back to the bed and sinking down on the edge.
"Jesus, what's happening to me?" she whispered, her mind still filled with the glow of her orgasm and the image of Elton's penis sliding into her as she climaxed.
She took a quick sip of the coffee, grimaced, and walked quickly to the bathroom, turning on the shower full-blast and stepping into the stinging spray even before it had warmed up. She shivered from the cold, but felt better as the memory of her fantasy faded and she returned once more to reality. "Please, God forgive me," she whispered, closing her eyes under the water and letting herself relax as the warm water chased the cold.
By the time she had dried off, dressed, and stepped out into the morning sunshine, she had a smile on her face and her head was clear. Briskly she began walking down the trail; she decided to walk over to the ranchhouse for breakfast. It would do her good, she reasoned; in fact, she planned to take a ride over the hills and try to chase the ghosts of her frustration once and for all.
"All right, Janice, there he is."
Elton's voice was deep and rich as he pointed across the corral. She followed his direction and saw a small dark brown horse standing beside the fence, gazing around idly.
"Oh, he's beautiful," breathed Janice, her eyes sparkling as she took in the exquisite lines of the animal and his glossy sheen reflecting the sun's rays.
"And he's docile, too," said Elton. "You won't have any trouble with that one, let me tell you. Last week an old lady of fifty-five climbed on and away she went without a murmur."
They walked over to the horse, and Janice went to it and patted its neck affectionately.
The animal turned its head, sniffed quickly, and then snorted loudly.
"I think he likes me," said Janice with a giggle.
"Up you go," said Elton.
A few seconds later, Janice was astride the horse, gazing down at Elton, who was grinning broadly.
"This is a good angle," he commented, his eyes fastened on her projecting bustline. Janice flushed.
"Get out of here," she said gaily, and seizing the reins, she dug her heels into the firm flesh under her and moved forward.
"Hey, wait for me," shouted Elton.
"See you later," she called out, guiding the horse out of the corral and down the roadway.
"Where're you going?"
"Over the rainbow," she shouted, and with a wave of her hand she disappeared from his view around a clump of trees.
The wind fanned her face, cooling her forehead which had been beading with sweat in the hot Texas sunshine. The movement of the animal under her was strangely comforting, like the feeling she used to get as a child when she traveled on the train to El Paso to visit her aunt. Janice settled down, accustoming herself to the rhythm, and gazed around at the bright green trees and the hills in the distance.
That's where I'm going, she thought; over the hills and far away, away from everything, out into the wilds where she could be alone and enjoy this break from the everyday routine.
She dug her heels in and tugged the reins. The horse responded and broke into a gallop. Janice let out a cry of pleasure and felt herself being lifted as though on wings, sailing across the ground fast enough to be exciting, but not enough to frighten her. She had always been a relatively good horsewoman, and enjoyed riding even as a child.
Soon the roadway was left behind, and the trees, and she found herself on the rocky, dusty land surrounding Bandera, climbing steadily into the hills. She remembered the old silver mine that had long since been closed down and decided she would head in that direction. The mine shaft was on top of a hill that overlooked the valley; it would be a good spot to rest.
Slowing slightly, she jogged upward, the horse responding to her tug at the reins and carrying her forward without effort.
"You're a honey," she murmured, patting him on the neck.
Briefly her mind flashed back to Elton and the look of surprise on his handsome face as she rode away. She knew he had expected to come with her, and she giggled to herself. He had probably anticipated riding with her into a secluded spot and then trying to put the make on her; she remembered her fantasy that morning in bed, and a twinge of guilt pricked her conscience. Why had it been Elton, and not Glenn, who had sparked her self-induced orgasm? Forget it. You're out now, alone, riding across the Texas prairie. Let thoughts of sex stay out of your mind. They have no place here. Besides, it's too lovely a day to spoil that way.
She gazed around, reining the horse for a few minutes, as she enjoyed looking down at the rolling countryside with its neatly tailored fields and occasional ranchhouses. Over to the West she saw the Flying W with its airstrip cutting a swath through the green of the fields. She remembered that the Holts had their own private plane. It might be fun to go for a spin before she left; she had never seen Bandera from the air. Maybe Elton would take her up... Oh, damnit, forget Elton. Every time his image sprang to her mind, she felt an answering response within her. What was the matter? He wasn't that attractive; he was just a man. Yes, he could take her up in a plane, but he would also take her up in her mind just by her thinking of him, his broad chest and that enticing bulge in his blue jeans. Oh, crap... With a shake of her head, she jerked the reins and galloped on up the hill toward the top. The horse scrambled over the loose rocks, and with a final effort they arrived on the flat surface overlooking the valley.
At that moment, a small Piper Cub zoomed down low over the ground and up over the hills. Janice wondered whether that was Elton, or one of the other ranchers out to check his crops. There were several ranches that had airstrips; the Flying L, the Flying W, the Flying... Janice grinned to herself. Maybe one day no one would ride the range anymore, she thought; it would all be done from the air.
But then, nothing could ever replace the feeling of sitting astride a horse, one's legs wrapped around that firm, muscular body that responded so easily to every command. Just like a man, she thought; it must be something like wrapping your legs around a man, and riding his penis up and down, on and on, until that final moment...
Oh, jeez, stop it! She shifted in the saddle, conscious that her crotch was becoming slightly irritated from the riding. Or maybe it wasn't the saddle, it was her thoughts, and her mounting desires. With an impatient shrug, Janice climbed off the animal and walked over to the edge of the hill, looking down.
Her eyes widened as she saw two riders coming up the trail she had just left. They both looked fairly young, and one had a mop of blond hair sticking out from beneath his Western hat. She stood there, watching, and one of them saw her and waved. Then she realized it was Smiley and Curt, two of the Mayan ranch hands.
She waved back, and her heart began beating unnaturally fast. She remembered them from her previous visit, and they were both rather handsome, and certainly made no secret of the way they felt about her, even back then.
She stood, waiting, as they rode up the hill and came over to her. She noted that it was Smiley whose hair was long and blond and sticking out under his hat. Curt was shorter and black-haired, with a very deep tan.
"Janice!"
She smiled at them.
"Hi, Smiley. Curt. Good to see you again."
They reined their horses and stared at her. Curt whistled.
"Wowee, you've sure grown since you were here last."
His eyes told her exactly what he meant, and she flushed with pleasure.
"You're looking pretty good yourselves," she said. "Quite the cowboys now, aren't you? Even with that long hair."
"Shucks." Smiley ran his hand self-consciously through his blond locks.
"Yeah, the guys at the bunkhouse say he's purty enough to be a girl," said Curt sarcastically. "Maybe if his chest grew a little, he'd have something."
"Shut your mouth," snapped Smiley, glaring at Curt. "Janice's chest is the one that's grown."
"All right, all right," said Janice, aware that their eyes hadn't left her figure and she was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
They climbed off their horses and came over to her, standing a few feet away. Janice noticed that they had both put on weight, but in the right places. Smiley's muscles bulged under his Western shirt, and his jeans... Janice quickly averted her eyes from the unnaturally large lump that threatened to burst out of the fly.
"How come, you're 'way up here?" asked Curt.
"I decided to go to the silver mine," said Janice. "You get a good view from there."
"Hell, that's another few miles," said Smiley. "Maybe you should rest a while here. I brought some beer. You want a can?"
She laughed. "No, thanks. But you go ahead."
Smiley reached into the saddlebag and brought out two cans of beer. He pulled open the tabs and handed one to Curt.
"Let's sit over in the shade," said Curt, moving toward a small clump of trees.
They settled themselves and the young men lit cigarettes. Janice watched them carefully. There was something about their manner which disturbed her. She had a feeling they had purposely followed her, rather than just run into her.
"How come you're out this far?" she asked finally.
Curt grinned.
"We had to fix some fencing down there." He pointed down into the valley. "And then we saw you. We figured we may as well come on up and get sociable. It's bin a while since we saw you."
"Yes, it has."
Smiley laughed coarsely. "Last time we saw you was at the swimming pool, remember? You sure as hell didn't have the figure you got now, that's for sure."
Janice blushed again.
"We all grow up," she said lamely. "You've broadened out a bit, too."
Smiley snickered.
"Yeah, we've grown in lots of ways."
His hand went down to his crotch and adjusted himself, but it was done a little too obviously for Janice not to notice. She turned her head away, and her heart began to pound.
"You got yourself a boyfriend yet?" asked Curt, stretching his legs out in front of him.
"Dozens," said Janice lightly. "But I do have one that I plan to marry. In fact, pretty soon now."
"Well, well, so you're getting hitched," said Smiley lazily, his eyes running over her. "He's a mighty lucky stud, I'll say that for him. I wouldn't mind a wife who looked like you, you know that?"
"Thanks. I'll remember that if things don't work out," said Janice with a laugh.
Curt stared at her intently.
"How come you're down here alone?" he asked.
"Just for a rest," she replied. "I wanted to get away for a while. City life can get kinda tedious."
"Yup. I reckon so."
There was a silence, broken only by the slurping as they swallowed beer from the cans.
Curt eased back and scratched under his armpits.
"Sure is warm out here," he said, putting his beer can on a small rock. He undid the buttons on his shirt and peeled it off. Janice stared, unable to restrain a gasp. His skin was tanned a deep rich brown, only accenting the exquisite chest development and the bulging muscles on each arm.
Curt looked over and grinned at her. She smiled back, and looked away.
"Whatsamatter? You ain't uptight because I took my shirt off, are you?"
Smiley laughed.
"I guess that's a good idea," he said, and in a few seconds his chest was bare. He was tanned, though not as dark as Curt, and his development was just as impressive.
"You... you both have good builds," said Janice, feeling that she was expected to say something about their obviously impressive physiques.
"We lift weights," said Curt noncommittally.
"It sure helps that chest."
He laughed. "Looks like you've been doin' a little yourself, Janice. You got the goddamnedest chest I've seen in a longtime."
There was a tone in his voice that sent prickles of alarm up and down Janice's spine. Without undue haste, she rose to her feet and dusted off her dress.
"I think... I think I'll be getting on," she said. "I want to get up to the silver mine."
Smiley looked up at her insolently.
"Ain't nothin' up there," he drawled, "'Sides, if you stay here, we might jest have a little fun together."
"What do you mean?"
Smiley looked over at Curt, and they both laughed loudly.
"Well, most of you Dallas chicks who come down here want a little excitement," he said. "And Curt'n me's just the guys who can provide it. Especially with someone who looks like you. So how 'bout takin' off your shirt for starters? The sun'll do those boobs some good. I'm willin' to bet they're as white as a lily."
Janice's eyes opened wide and she gasped.
"Smiley, I think-"
But before she could speak, he had jumped to his feet and had his arm around her and was pulling her to his body, his mouth searching for hers. She felt his lips press against her cheek and then cover her own, his tongue pushing in urgently. She beat on his shoulders with her fists, conscious of a mounting fear within her, but at the same time a wild, pagan excitement as her fingers touched his bare skin and felt the firm muscles beneath. Curt was laughing, and his hand went down to his crotch, feeling himself obscenely.
Janice broke away.
"Smiley, let me go!"
He held her at arm's length, but still pressed his hips against her own, and she could feel the large bulge there.
"Now you know you don't really mean that, do you, Janice? Remember the swimmin' pool last time you was down? Remember what you and Elton was doin' under the water? I know, 'cos he told us. He said next time you'd get more than you bargained for, and this time something tells me you're ready for it."
Her breath caught in her throat, and she raised her hand. Smiley caught her outstretched fingers.
"Now don't you git any ideas of clawing my cheeks," he said, "That wouldn't look so good, now, would it? 'Sides, I git real nasty if a chick used her nails."
Curt stood up and came over.
"You hold her. I'll help her out of her shirt," he said.
"STOP IT!"
Janice's voice rose to a scream, which died as Curt's hand covered her mouth.
"Now, Janice, that ain't ladylike," he said. "And I know your momma taught you to be a lady, right? And if there's something your momma didn't teach you, well..." He chuckled. "We'll be more than happy to show you."
His hands came down to her shirt buttons, and one by one he undid them, while Smiley held her helpless in his arms.
"Well, whaddya know, she wears a bra," said Curt, his fingers caressing her breasts through her underwear. "I thought you gals had given all that up?"
The shirt slipped off, and expertly, Curt's fingers undid her bra, which fell away. Her breasts sprang forth into the bright sunlight, their whiteness looking even more virginal than ever and the ends dark pink with the nipples slowly rising.
Smiley whistled.
"Wowee, lookit them tits," he murmured. "Jest right for chewing on."
"You hold her," snapped Curt. His mouth came down over the end of one nipple, and Janice felt his tongue dart over her flesh, arousing the nipple even more to firmness and sending shivers through her body.
"Oh, please, please..." she whimpered, feeling that she was very close to tears.
"You jist relax and enjoy it, Janice," said Smiley, adjusting his grip on her. "Curt knows all 'bout how to make a chick feel real good, don't you, Curt?"
Curt grunted in reply, his mouth still occupied with sucking on Janice's nipple while his fingers kneaded her other breast expertly.
Janice's terrified eyes glanced down and saw that the bulge in his pants was larger than before. Oh, God, she thought, is this going to end with rape? All her carefully laid plans for going to her marriage bed a virgin would end in assault on a lonely hilltop with no one to witness the desecration of her maidenhood. Oh, no, please, not this.
Curt's mouth was pushing her higher and higher, with her loins responding instinctively. She felt her vagina flowing with her juices and that old feeling came back, the same feeling she had when Glenn had made love to her in the car out at White Rock Lake.
"Smiley... Curt... please... let me go," she cried, and they both laughed coarsely.
"Give me one good reason," said Smiley.
"I'll... I'll tell Mrs. Holt... I'll tell Elton."
Curt lifted off her breast long enough to guffaw.
"You'll what?" He glared at her. "What'll you tell? That we did something to you? Do what? How's it gonna sound, huh? There're too many chicks come down here to fuck and no other reason. What makes you think they'll believe you? No, baby, you're gonna git it good, and you're gonna love it just as much as we are."
"But... but I've never..." Janice began, and they both laughed again.
"You mean you're cherry? Oh, wow, this is too good to believe," said Smiley. "What makes you think we believe that?"
"Because it's true," shrieked Janice. "I'm a virgin."
Curt doubled up with laughter, and Smiley let her go, his body convulsed with amusement. Janice jerked herself away and ran a few yards before Smiley grabbed her again.
"No, let her run," said Curt. "Her tits look real good when she runs."
Smiley released her and Janice ran toward a tree, intending to hide behind it. They stood back, watching her and still laughing loudly.
Janice stood, her chest heaving and her heart pounding so hard she thought she would faint. They stood in the sunlight, their skins golden and their crotches bulging. She peered around the tree and saw them reach for their belts. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw them loosen their pants and drop them, taking off their boots, and standing, naked, their penises jutting forth. Oh, God, she didn't believe a male penis could be that large. They were both uncircumcised, long, thick, throbbing, each with a large sac behind their organ. Male, all male; and lots of it, all ready to do what they intended to with her.
She screamed and retreated behind the tree. A moment later, Smiley appeared around one side and Curt the other, and they grabbed her. Carefully Curt loosened her skirt and pulled it off, followed by her panties, and she stood naked before them, her body trembling and little cries of fear emerging from her throat.
"Oh, no, no," she said, babbling almost incoherently.
Curt took her behind the neck and forced her to her knees, pulling her head toward his crotch. Janice stared at the monstrous penis, erect and jutting out from his legs, only a few inches from her face.
"Okay, go down and say hello to him," said Curt, and she struggled in vain. Smiley came behind her and held her firmly while Curt took his penis in his hand and pushed it across Janice's face. She almost gagged, feeling the firm flesh push across her mouth and the lube that oozed from the slit at the end smear over her skin.
"Open up. He wants in," said Curt, giggling.
Janice kept her mouth shut, mentally deciding not to do anything. But Smiley's hand came around, forcing her mouth open, and then she felt the thick member penetrate her lips and enter her mouth. Her tongue tasted the male-ness for the first time, the sweet musky taste of his glans and the taste of his foreskin.
"Suck it, suck it," Curt whispered. "Make it good, baby."
Janice closed her eyes and felt him ram his penis in and out of her mouth.
"You never sucked cock before?" asked Curt.
"Sure she hasn't," said Smiley. "Mebbe we'd better give her a lesson or two."
"You've eaten an ice cream cone, haven't you?" asked Curt.
She remained silent, and he brought his hand down across her shoulder. The sting brought her out of her self-imposed silence.
"I asked you something."
"Yes, yes, I've eaten ice cream cones."
"Well, start licking my dick like it wuz an ice cream cone," he snapped.
She opened her eyes and stared at the throbbing flesh in front of her, protruding from his hairy crotch. She bent forward and took the end between her lips, and ran her tongue under the head and across the slit.
Curt groaned and moved his hips, pushing it into her mouth a little more.
"Now you're gettin' someplace," he muttered. "Suck harder, like you wuz trying to suck it off my body."
"Hold it in your hands," said Smiley.
He released her arms and she lifted her fingers up, taking the shaft and holding it firmly. She felt a thrill inside her as she gripped it. This was the first penis she had held. She was amazed at how hard it was, and she felt it jerking and throbbing in her grasp.
Her mouth closed again over the end, and her fingers held the skin around the rod.
Curt began humping his hips, driving it between her hands and in and out of her mouth. Her lips closed more firmly and her tongue licked under the head each time it came forward.
"Now you're doin' some good," said Curt, "Oh, wowee, she's great."
Janice felt a perverse thrill at the compliment. So this was what it was all about? She held his penis more firmly and sucked harder and felt his answering moans of pleasure.
Smiley's hands came round her body and took her breasts, his thumbs rubbing across her nipples which were now hard as marbles and sending shivers of delight through her.
"You sure got the purtiest tits," he said, and his mouth came down on her shoulder, kissing her passionately, his tongue rubbing across her skin. She squirmed with pleasure herself and slowly relaxed slightly, despite the terrible fear still gnawing at her. Insanely, Janice felt that if she was able to satisfy them this way, they might leave her crotch alone, her virginity might still be preserved, and she could still go to her marriage bed the way she had always planned to.
"Suck, suck," she heard Curt's voice rising with passion. "I'm almost there."
Janice's heart beat faster with alarm as she realized what he meant, and in her mind she remembered Glenn's ejaculating that night when he masturbated. All that stuff would come pouring out of Curt's cock and into her mouth; oh, God, she couldn't. She just couldn't take that stuff in her mouth. It was dirty. It was...
At that moment, Curt's hands gripped her shoulders and the back of her neck and he rammed his penis deep into her throat. She felt it expand and jerk, and then her mouth filled with salty liquid, hot and strange-tasting, and she felt her gorge rise. She gagged and pulled back. In her terror, her strength overcame his restraining hands.
Curt's penis pulled from her mouth and continued shooting, its white seed spurting out over her chin and down across her breasts. Curt let out a curse and grabbed her head again, forcing her mouth back over the end of the organ. Smiley was laughing loudly.
"Oh, wow, that was something," he said. "Your first taste, Janice? Tell us, honey, was that the first time, really?"
Curt released her and she jerked herself back, staring at Curt's softening penis between his legs, a drop of come still oozing from the wide slit at the end.
"You bastards," she spat out, shocking herself with the hate in her voice and the use of the word.
"Oh, oh, that's not very ladylike," said Curt. "But then, all girls are whores at heart, not so, Smiley?"
"Sure thing."
"Now it's your turn."
Curt stood up and moved around, grabbing Janice while Smiley moved in front of her, his penis jutting out firmly. It was, if anything, a little larger than Curt's with large blue veins running down one side. Janice stared at it, fascinated. Smiley grinned.
"He's kinda big," he said, "Or so the girls say. So mebbe he'd better fit in between your legs, baby. I like it better that way, anyway.
Janice screamed.
"No, please, please, not that."
Curt's hands pulled her back, and Smiley grabbed her legs and spread them apart. He dropped to his knees between her thighs and his mouth came down over her mound, his tongue pushing between her labia. She felt his tongue on her clitoris, licking it greedily, and stabs of pleasure flooded her loins. She closed her eyes and moaned.
"Good, huh?" said Curt, looking down. "He's the best pussy-eater in the county."
Smiley's mouth had almost disappeared into her, with his lips and tongue caressing her flesh, giving Janice sensations she had never dreamed possible.
Every moment with Glenn came rushing back to her consciousness, and she remembered the moments they had together, the times he had kissed her breasts, fingered her vagina and brought her to such heights of passion that she thought nothing could possibly feel better. And now she had a man sucking her, licking her clitoris and feeling her body, her breasts, and she was tingling with desire like never before. But still foremost was the knowledge that her virginity was soon to disappear forever; she was going to lose it, and to a rough, callous cowhand on a lonely hilltop at high noon, with the sun beating down mercilessly and no one to help or hear her.
"Okay, bend her back," said Smiley, raising off her. Curt pulled her shoulders back even more, and she was spread-eagled on the ground, resting half on top of Curt. Smiley moved forward on his knees, his penis jutting out before him, ready to impale her.
Janice stared at it, and whimpered.
"Please, please...."
And then she felt the large flat red head disappear into her labia and she cried out.
"Good, huh?" said Smiley, watching his penis slowly thrust into her and feeling the tightness of her cunt.
He pushed forward and then stopped, and Janice felt a slight pain.
"She is cherry," he said grimly. "Okay, buster, here we come."
He pushed forward and Janice shrieked in pain as she felt something tear inside her, and then the organ was all the way in, penetrating all the way up to the mouth of her womb, while the walls of her vagina gripped the shaft tightly, and Smiley groaned.
"Jesus, she's tight," he said.
"Good, loosen her up. I'm next in line," said Curt, whose penis had begun to rise again.
Smiley began humping her in and out, his enormous length filling her cavern and withdrawing, back and forth, and with each thrust Janice felt ten thousand fingers of fire race through her body. She began shaking uncontrollably, and she found her own hips moving in rhythm with his and her vagina flexing and gripping his shaft as it slid past her clitoris and into her depths.
"Oh, God, Oh, Jesus," she whispered, and her hands began clawing at the ground as her arms were pinned down by Curt.
Smiley grinned. "That's more like it." he said, keeping his movements going without missing a stroke. "You're gettin' the idea, baby. Snap that cunt. Make it feel good. He likes that."
Janice found herself floating, as if she were on a cloud, away above the ground, and in her mind she was looking down at her naked body, held forcibly while this man raped her, forcing his penis in and out of her quivering vagina.
"Oh, you son of a bitch!" she spat out, and then in a flash she seemed to lose all her reserve, all her inborn inhibition, and she became a raging tiger. She wrenched her arms free from Curt, and put them around Smiley's back, pulling him closer to her, so that his chest rubbed across her breasts. Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist, and his penis probed even deeper into her.
Curt whistled.
"This cunt's never fucked before?" he gasped. "Don't hand me that."
But Janice was past caring about what anyone said then-what anybody thought. Her body was alive with the most incredible sensations, and she felt herself closing her vagina around the penis which was giving her such pleasure, and with every thrust she flexed her crotch and felt the answering response in the flesh that was blending with her own.
Smiley began groaning and his mouth found hers and their tongues probed each other's mouths. His hands were closed around her breasts and her own fingers were digging into his muscular back.
Smiley's body began trembling and he broke away from her mouth and cried out, "Jesus, here I come...." And then Janice felt the extra thrust deep into her and the shaft flex, and then her own vagina convulsed and she felt the juices flowing into her, mingling with her own in the one final moment of ecstasy. She screamed out, and her nails dug deep into his back as she felt him holding his prick deep inside her cunt, spurting out load after load into her. Then with a gasp he released her and withdrew, lying back on the ground, his softening penis lying across his leg, glistening in the sunlight from all the juices still on its skin. Janice relaxed back and closed her eyes for a moment. Then, in a flash, the reality returned, and she began sobbing. She looked down between her thighs and saw the bloodstains there, and she sobbed more violently.
"Oh, God, forgive me," she cried out. "Oh, God, what have I done?"
Curt laughed loudly.
"You ain't done nothing'," he said. "It's us who's doin' the doin'. That right, Smiley?"
Smiley sat up and grinned.
"You durn tootin'," he said, staring at Janice. "And I reckon this is the best piece of ass I've ever had. You know that, sweetheart? You sure can make a guy feel good."
Curt moved around in front of her. His penis was firm and throbbing once more.
"Okay, baby, next one," he said, dropping to his knees.
Janice shook her head dumbly; she hadn't the strength to move.
"No, not now. Please...."
Curt straddled her body and bent down to kiss her breasts.
"You jest relax," he murmured, his tongue playing over her nipples. "This won't hurt a bit."
Smiley snickered and propped his head up on one arm, staring up between Janice's legs.
"Let her have it," he said. "Let me see that dick sink into that hot little pussy."
Curt moved forward and with one hand guided his penis into her. She gasped as she felt it enter her. It felt just as big as Smiley's, even though it didn't look it. She wriggled, and her vagina flexed and contracted around the shaft as it sank into her.
She could feel the sand under her buttocks and against her elbows, grinding against her skin, but more than that, she felt the ecstasy start again as Curt's thick member slid in and out of her. The wild feeling began mounting again, chasing her guilt, eliminating her inhibitions; she felt once more free, once more able to let herself go.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she screamed out suddenly, her hands reaching for his shoulders, feeling his muscles quiver under her fingers.
Curt grinned and lowered his face to hers, biting her nose and sliding his tongue across her cheek to her ears, which he enclosed between his teeth and bit gently. She squirmed and snapped her cunt around his cock once more, harder, and he moaned.
"Oh, wow, is she tight," he muttered. "Is she ever?"
In and out he plunged his rod, and with every penetration Janice felt her own passions mounting and she knew she would have another orgasm very soon. There was something about Curt's cock, the way it rubbed against her clitoris. Maybe it was all that skin, she thought briefly; she had noticed that Curt's penis was very well endowed with foreskin, much more so than Smiley's. Maybe that's what was doing it; that's what was pushing her up and up, closer and closer to that one ultimate moment when the world would explode.
Smiley was lying closer, his eyes observing every movement as Curt's cock slid in and out, forcing her flesh aside and squeezing out the juices which filled her canal, making them ooze out and creep through her bush between her legs. His hand was on his penis, playing with it gently, and coaxing it back into erection again as he observed every detail of the fuck.
Curt's body settled down to a slowly increasing rhythm as he pounded himself deep into her twat, their bodies blending in a massive mounting quiver of passion. Janice had lost contact with where she was, with the sun burning down out of the sky, with the rough sand under her naked flesh; she only knew that her entire being was alive as never before, and that she felt, for the first time in her life, what it was to be a woman, complete and fulfilled sexually, giving and taking, and enjoying every minute of it. She realized little animal sounds were coming from her throat; she was moaning and groaning. Obscenities poured from her lips, and Curt and Smiley were giggling and laughing. Then with a gigantic thrust, Curt buried himself in her and she felt again the spurting of his seed within her vagina, and her insides convulsed once more, and she shrieked out herself, "I'm coming again... I'm coming...." And their bodies thrashed together until their orgasm was over.
Curt withdrew and lay next to her, stroking her breasts. His penis lay across his leg, looking red and swollen from all the action. Janice stared at him, and then at Smiley.
"Well, what've you got to say now?" Smiley asked, reaching out and pushing his finger into her cunt.
She squirmed and pouted.
"Take your goddamn finger out of my cunt," she snapped, and then they all broke out laughing. Janice could not believe herself; she was behaving like a whore, and she had just been raped by these two studs.
She scrambled to her feet and reached for her clothes.
"What makes you think we're through?" asked Curt, making no effort to move.
She stared down at him.
"You can stay here for all I care," she snapped. "I'm going back to the ranch."
Smiley's face lost its smile, and his eyes glinted.
"And what are you gonna do at the ranch?"
She sneered at him.
"I'm gonna get Elton to whip your asses," she said. "He'll believe me."
Curt looked at Smiley, and they both guffawed.
"Elton's just as likely to fuck you himself," Curt said. "He's been wantin' to ever since he met you."
"Elton's a gentleman," said Janice primly, regaining some of her composure. "And I'm sure as hell gonna tell him."
"You won't."
"What makes you think I won't?"
"Because no one'll believe you, and secondly, no girl tells about something like this."
Janice's nostrils flared and she put her hands on her hips and her eyes flashed.
"You think you're both pretty hot stuff, don't you?" she snapped. "Just-"
"We know we are," Curt interrupted her. "We've got the biggest cocks in Bandera, and we know how to use 'em. You'll be back for more, even if we didn't plan on seeing you ourselves. And we do, you know."
Janice's heart jumped.
"What do you mean?"
Smiley stood up and walked over to her, his penis swinging in a wide arc before him. He took it in his hand and waved it at her.
"Because now you've had a taste of him, you'll be seein' him again," he said. "He likes that tight little pussy of yours, baby. And you know you like him, too."
She turned away and started walking back to her horse. Her ears rang with their laughter, but she didn't turn. She climbed into the saddle and stared back. They were still standing, naked, their bodies glinting in the sunlight, their muscles showing up enticingly, and her eyes lingered for a moment before she turned and rode off down the hill. Her crotch was tender as the saddle bounced against it, but her body was glowing and a feeling of fantastic exhilaration filled her.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Well, dear, how was your day?"
Emily Holt looked over at Janice and smiled indulgently.
Janice flushed and helped herself to more potatoes.
"Oh, I went riding over the hills. It was wonderful."
Emily frowned.
"You don't sound very enthusiastic. Don't you feel well? Maybe a touch of the sun?"
Janice forced a big smile and laughed merrily.
"Emily, you're a worrywart. I'm fine, believe me."
The older woman nodded.
"That sounds more like it. We can't have any low spirits around the Mayan, you know. Bad for the image."
They both laughed, and Janice concentrated on her food. Emily sat back, puffing at a cigarette in an overly long holder studded with rhinestones.
"You really have grown up, my dear. In fact, I'd say you look positively radiant today. Must be this country air."
Janice nodded.
"I feel like a different person already."
Oh, yes, she thought. I am a different person. I'm no longer a virgin. But what the hell; no use crying over spilled blood. She had actually been surprised at the lack of it. She remembered her mother telling her extremely gory tales of how she would likely flood the bed when she had her hymen broken. But in reality there had been very little; and the pain, though sharp, had been fleeting, and the ecstasy that followed had more than made up for it.
She had come back to her cabin and climbed into a hot bath. At the back of her mind was the terrifying thought that she might have gotten pregnant, and she knew the Kilkenny girls had always boasted about never getting knocked up because they always took a long, hot bath after being screwed.
Janice lay in the tub, letting the hot water wash over her, and looked down at her body. It wasn't any different, except for a few bruises around her nipples where Curt had clamped down with passion as he ejaculated into her. And the glow within her was incredible. She had had no idea how wonderful it would be. She wished in a way that she had let Glenn do it first; but then, that was B.F.-Before Fucking. Yes, so much of her life would now be dated B.F. Her mind raced with a million thoughts and regrets.
By the time she emerged from the bathroom and had dressed herself, a lot of the glow had faded, and her old feeling of remorse took over. Oh, God, now she would never go to Glenn a pure girl. She was no better than those Kilkenny trash. Of course, it wasn't her own doing. She had been forcibly raped. Yes, that was it. It had been forcible rape. Yet why then did she enjoy it so much, and really join in, her hips going like pistons when she was being fucked by Curt? She loved every minute of it, she knew; maybe she was a whore at heart.
But that didn't take away from the fact that what she did was wrong. It was so wrong, especially with her marriage only a few weeks away. At least if she did get pregnant, Glenn would think it was him, and not... not those two cowhands. They had said they planned a repeat attack. The only way to avoid that would be never to go out alone in future. She would go out with Emily, or maybe Elton. She was unsure about Elton, because of what Smiley and Curt had said. Maybe he would be no better than they had been, once he got her alone.
No, Elton wasn't like that. She really did feel Elton would behave himself. Maybe she'd let him kiss her, but nothing more. No more sex. Not until she and Glenn were legally wedded, and then she could do whatever she wanted to. And now she knew she'd be able to satisfy Glenn without any reservations. She had sucked a dick. She had been fucked. She had known what it was. And it was wonderful. Every minute of it.
But if it was so wonderful, why did she still feel so guilty about it? It hadn't been her fault; there was no one to blame but those two studs. Oh, yes, there was; she had loved it. She had enjoyed it. And that wasn't right....
"Janice, I was talking to you."
Janice snapped out of her reverie to realize with a start that Emily Holt was still talking to her.
"I'm sorry. My mind was miles away."
"Must be that young man in Dallas. Maybe you shouldn't've come down here after all."
"Oh, no." Janice hastened to contradict her. "I had to get away. You see, well..."
"All right, you told me. I understand."
"What was it you were saying, Emily?"
The older woman shifted in her chair and reached for her coffee.
"Well," she said between sips. "I was wondering whether you wanted to come to the dance tonight. It's at the Stompede."
"Oh, yes, I think that'd be fun."
"Elton can be your partner. He's already asked me to ask you."
Janice flushed.
"Why couldn't he ask me himself?"
"Because, dear heart, he's down there helping them get ready."
"Oh."
Emily smiled at her.
"Elton's a very nice young man. We're real proud of him. I think it's the family influence. He was pretty much a bum when he first came to work for us. Now you'd think he was a graduate from S.M.U."
Janice laughed.
"I've seen some pretty raunchy characters graduate from S.M.U. That's no recommendation."
"At least it's better than being a saddle tramp."
"I guess so." Janice paused a moment, and pushed her plate away. "Yes, Elton is very nice. He's grown a lot since I saw him last."
"So have you, dear, so have you. And in the right places," said Emily, gazing enviously at Janice's bosom. "Oh, well, thank God for silicone."
Janice laughed.
"Emily, everyone loves you, and it's got nothing to do with the way you look."
"Maybe so, dear, but at my age it doesn't really matter. At your age, that's something else again. And the way you fill that blouse makes me wonder if you'll get out of Bandera in one piece."
"Don't scare me. I'm a virgin, remember."
The words were out before she realized it, and immediately her face turned scarlet. Emily looked at her curiously.
"Well, that's nothing to be ashamed of, dear."
"I know. I'm sorry. I'm just touchy tonight, I guess."
Emily continued staring at her strangely, and Janice quickly moved over to the coffee urn and poured herself a cup, returning to the table slightly more composed. Oh, Christ, she thought. It just shows you how one's mind works; I still thought I was a virgin. But no longer. Never again.... How could she explain it to Glenn? She'd have to cook up some story of doing a lot of riding on the ranch. She'd heard how that can break the hymen. Only it wasn't a horse she'd been riding; it was a large, thick, stiff dick, plunged deep into her, and it felt so great....
"Janice, you really are somewhere else today. You haven't heard a word I've said."
"I'm sorry, Emily." Janice looked over and smiled. "I guess I was thinking about something else."
"Yes, I can imagine what, or who he was," said Emily with a salacious grin. "Anyway, I was asking you if you wanted to come down to the Stompede with me early."
Janice nodded. "That's fine. Sounds like fun."
"The dances at the Stompede always are. The cowhands come in from miles around and usually by twelve everyone's blind and there's often a few fights and all that stuff. Never a dull moment at the Stompede, I always say. I've often thought of buying the place. It sure is a moneymaker, especially on weekends."
They lapsed into silence, while Emily puffed on her cigarette and surveyed the dining room, filled almost to capacity with guests, most of them in Western garb, and chattering away noisily. Janice sipped her coffee and her thoughts strayed once more to the events of the morning. It appalled her that she felt so calm; admittedly at first she had been terrified out of her wits, but as she rode back, she realized that it really hadn't been so bad after all. In fact, once the initial shock had worn off, she had enjoyed it. Yes, that was the understatement of the year; she had loved it, every minute of it, and she was amazed that she had responded so voraciously, almost like an animal. Maybe she really was more sexually inclined than she thought; the years of frustration and inhibition had finally bubbled over. She felt like a dam had broken inside her, and despite the pangs of guilt that remained, she knew that where sex was concerned she could let herself go and really get with it, get into the spirit and enjoy every sensual moment. And Smiley and Curt were certainly beautiful young men, with handsome faces and exquisite physiques-and as for their penises, they were something else again. But even so, she didn't plan to repeat the episode, despite what they had said. She'd been initiated, and she felt the next time would be with Glenn, after they were married. There was nothing she could do about what had happened; but she could certainly make sure it didn't happen again. Not with Smiley or Curt, or anyone. Not even Elton, no matter how attractive he might be.
"You finished, dear?"
Emily had pushed back her chair and was giving indications of wanting to leave. Janice nodded, and stood up. Together they walked out of the room and onto the wide porch overlooking the valley. Emily took a deep breath.
"Oh, this is heaven," she murmured. "No smog; nothing but good clean country air. I can't imagine why some people live in a city by choice."
"I know," replied Janice, her eyes focussing on the pool with a few bodies cavorting in the water. "This is really a lovely spot. I'm glad I came down."
"We are, too," said Emily, putting her arm around Janice's waist and leading her down the steps toward the parking area where her blue Cadillac was waiting.
"Come on, let's go raise a little hell," she said gaily, slipping behind the wheel.
Moments later, they took off in a cloud of dust, weaving along the roadway between the trees and out onto the highway leading to Bandera itself.
By the time they reached the dusty main street of Bandera, the sky had darkened to a soft velvet blue and the street lights were winking competition to the neon from the signs that dotted the rooftops. In the distance, Janice saw the sign, STOMPEDE.
"There it is," said Emily gaily.
Janice laughed softly. "I remember it from last visit," she said. "Remember, we came down for the Saturday night shindig. I think half the guys were fighting over something or another. I was scared to death but loved every minute."
"Sure, it's often like that. But then, you know how these cowhands are. They've got to let off steam on the weekends. I don't blame 'em. At least the sheriff keeps things under control."
She pulled up outside the club with a slight scream of tires, and several cowboys standing outside the door turned to each other and grinned knowingly. Emily and Janice climbed out and walked slowly inside. The cowboys touched their hats and greeted them respectfully.
As Emily pushed open the door, the wall of noise came forward to greet them. Janice laughed.
"It looks like it's going to be one of those nights," she said, surveying the crowd of men, sprinkled here and there with a few young women. Everyone was dressed Western style, but the tourists were easy to spot by their immaculate outfits contrasting with the well-worn jeans and shirts of the working men.
Emily made quite a picture as she walked forward, her own formal Western costume making a striking contrast to everyone else's. Janice was pleased she had dressed simply. She wanted to join in the fun, but not to be conspicuous, something that Emily thrived on.
On the far side of the dance area they saw Elton, his tall figure standing out above a group of men. He was helping put out glasses on a trestle table, while several men wheeled in large tubs of ice filled with bottled beer.
"There he is," said Emily, taking Janice's hand and pushing her way through the throng. "Hey, Elton."
He looked up and his handsome face broke into a grin.
"Whaddya know, you made it down early," he said. "Hi, Janice. Say, you're lookin' mighty purty this evening."
"Thank you kindly, sir," said Janice, giving him a mock curtsey, holding her dress in one hand and placing her finger at her chin. They all laughed, and Elton put his hand around Janice's waist and led her over to the side of the room to a table.
"Here, sit down," he said. "I'll join you in a second. I'm almost through over there."
Emily sat with her back to the wall, surveying the crowd and smiling to herself as she lit another cigarette and fitted it carefully into her long holder dotted with rhinestones. Janice grinned at her.
"You look like Perle Mesta holding court," she teased. "Very elegant indeed."
"But of course," said Emily. "People don't call me the queen of Bandera for nothing, dear."
On the far side of the dance area, a string band was tuning up; minutes later, the strains of "Red River Valley" filled the air, drowning out for a moment the noise and chatter; but then that increased in volume as people talked louder above the music, and the general level of noise became almost deafening.
Emily laughed. "You want aspirin now or later?"
Elton returned, carrying three bottles of beer and three glasses. He poured and sat back, raising his glass.
"Here's to us," he said, but his eyes were on Janice, who smiled back at him happily.
"Happy days," she said.
"Happy days," echoed Emily, and they all drank. The beer was ice cold and very refreshing, and Janice sighed and leaned back, stretching her legs out in front of her. She felt wonderfully relaxed and she was looking forward to a fun evening.
"We got Slim Eldridge's Band," said Elton. "He's real great. One of the best Western bands in the county."
Emily nodded. "He's pretty good. I've used him up at the Mayan a couple of times."
"You still do-si-do?" asked Elton, looking at Janice.
"Of course," she replied coyly. "Any Texas girl knows how to do that."
He grinned. "You'd be surprised what some Texas girls don't know," he said meaningfully. Emily raised her eyebrows.
"Now, now, Elton," she said in mock severity. "You lay off Janice. She's as pure as the driven slush and intends to stay that way. You've got plenty of chicks of your own, and this one belongs to a rooster in Dallas."
Elton grinned. "Yes, but he's in Dallas, and I'm here," he said, still staring at Janice.
"No matter."
"What do you have to say, Janice?"
She replied immediately, and with finality.
"I'm here for a good time, but even that has its limits."
"Oh, dear, you two," said Emily, "I wish you'd pay me as much attention, Elton."
He laughed loudly, and bent over and kissed her hand gently.
"Don't get jealous, Emily. I'll still have the first and last dance with you."
"You hope," she said with a sniff. "I happen to have a few ideas of my own about that tonight."
"Oh, who is he?"
"Never you mind, you handsome stud. Hey, go dance with Janice. Go on. Go on." She waved her hand imperiously. Janice laughed and stood up.
"Come on, Elton. I can take a hint."
Together they pushed through the crowd and onto the dance floor, already jammed with couples. Elton's strong arms came around her, and Janice felt herself being whirled across the floor to a fast waltz. Elton really danced very well, and she had no trouble following him. He held her fairly close, and she felt his muscles move against her as they danced. She also felt a response within her, reminding her of other muscles that had pressed against her earlier that day, naked, beneath the blazing Texas sun.
She shivered at the memory.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing. Just someone walked over my grave."
"Come on, now. Don't tell me I'm so bad I give you the shivers." Janice laughed, and her fingers squeezed him. "Nonsense. You dance very well."
He looked into her eyes teasingly.
"I do everything very well."
"I'll bet."
He squeezed her, pulling her closer to him; and she felt, for a passing flash, the hard pressure of his crotch against her. She shivered again, and he grinned.
"That's encouraging."
"Elton, stop it. You're not being nice, and you know it."
"You can't blame me. You're beautiful, Janice. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you ever since you arrived. Don't play hard to get."
"I'm not playing anything. I just don't want to get involved. And you know what I mean by that."
"Shoot..." He sighed and twirled her around three times before sliding back into an easier pace. "You city girls sure know how to drive a man up a wall."
"Go take a cold shower."
He giggled. "If you'll join me, that might be fun."
"Elton!"
She glared at him, and then her face relaxed and she laughed.
"It might be fun at that. I'll settle for a midnight swim after the dance. How's that?"
"Wheeee!"
Elton let loose with a Texas yell, and Janice blushed as everyone around them stared and laughed boisterously.
"I'll hold you to that," he said. "No matter how drunk I get. Or you, for that matter."
For a moment, Janice regretted her words, but then she shrugged. What did it matter? She would go home with Emily anyway; and she'd make sure she was safely in her cabin with the door locked. As she continued dancing, she heard a little voice within her taunt her with the thought of holding Elton close in the pool, the way they had during her previous visit, when his hands had strayed all over her and she had felt his penis pushing against his swimsuit as he held her close under the water.
Emily was leaning back in her chair, surveying the crowd, which had grown even more dense in the two hours since she arrived with Janice. Elton was at the bar, getting three more beers, and Janice had gone to the restroom.
The air was thick with cigar and cigarette smoke, and the noise, if anything, had increased to more than deafening proportions. There was a constant chorus of greetings from men and women as they passed the table, and Emily's face held an expression of perpetual "Pleased-to-see-you."
Across the room she saw the door of the ladies' room open and Janice's blond head emerge. By the time she had returned to the table, Elton was seated, opening the fresh beers and filling their glasses.
"You're aiming to get me drunk," said Emily with fake belligerence.
"Sure, I am. Then I'll take you out back and do all sorts of wickedness to you."
"Dreamer."
Janice looked across, wondering how much of the banter was harmless and how much held a deeper intent; Emily was still a very attractive woman. She knew there were many men who had come courting, but Emily was decided in her declaration that she would never remarry. Yet obviously she liked men, so how far did she go with them? Surely not with someone as young as Elton? But why not? Janice remembered reading an article about older women usually being attracted to younger men because of their virility.
For some reason that always seemed more than slightly obscene. Maybe it was because she had always felt sex was for the very young, and once a woman had raised a family her role did not include any further fornication. Janice thought of her own mother, and knew that if she and her father ever had sex, it would have to be a mighty rare occasion. Her mother's grim exterior was not the type to turn any man on; especially her father, whose eye for beauty was well-known in Dallas. Maybe there was some truth to those rumors about him and his bevy of beautiful secretaries...
Janice knew her mother was still physically attractive, but not in the same free-and-easy manner that Emily had. Emily gave the impression of being a lady, but one who might be coaxed into something not altogether ladylike; Janice knew her mother could never tell some of the stories that Emily related, nor could she sit back in a dancehall like the Stompede, surrounded by men of all ages, and make with the witty and risque comments. But then, maybe there were still many things about sex she had to learn. Her mind fled back to that morning; her first initiation to the basic rites of male and female copulation. If that was only the start, perhaps there was much more. Maybe there was sex after sixty that was just as enjoyable as at sixteen...
"Hey, I said y'wanna dance?"
Janice looked up and jerked back quickly. Curt stood over her, a broad grin on his face, and his hand extended.
"Go on, f gosh sakes, Janice."
Emily grinned at her, and Curt took her hand and pulled her up. In two seconds he had her in a close embrace, crushed among the hundreds on the dance floor. She felt his body warm against her own, and instinctively she tried to pull back, but his arm, wrapped around her back, Texas-style, held her tight.
"C'mon, Janice, you ain't trying to freeze up, are you?"
She only realized then that Curt was dangerously drunk. His breath rivalled a sewer and his face held a lecherous expression.
"Curt... I..."
"After this morning, you know I couldn't let you jist walk out, now could I? We said we'd want seconds."
She felt a cold chill run down her spine, but somehow she retained her composure, together with the smile on her face.
"Curt, you can talk all you like," she said evenly, suddenly aware that she was perfectly safe in the crowd. "I'm going home with Emily and I'm going straight to bed, behind a locked door." She laughed suddenly. "So you'd better forget it."
His face leered at her. "I got a key," he muttered. "We got keys to every cabin on the ranch. And if you try and holler, we'll say you invited us there yourself."
"Just try it."
"You goddamn right we will. You jist keep that little pussy nice and greased up. Smiley'n me's gonna be by later."
"Curt, I'm warning you-"
"Warn away, baby. It ain't gonna do you no good. A nice tight pussy like yourn's only askin' for more hard dick, and it's gonna git it tonight again."
Janice wrenched away from him, her face grim. She pushed through the crowd and went back to the table. Emily and Elton were laughing together, and looked up as she approached.
"Why, hon, what's the matter?"
Emily's voice held genuine concern. Janice bit her lip, and then smiled bravely.
"Nothing. Curt's a little drunk. That's all."
Elton pushed his chair back.
"Well, maybe he needs a lesson in how to treat a lady."
Emily grabbed his arm.
"You sit down, Elton. I'll not have our men involved in a brawl. I'm sure he didn't say anything too bad, did he, Janice?"
Her eyes bored into Janice, and Elton slowly subsided, staring at Janice, whose bottom lip was trembling slightly.
"No, nothing. Honest. Let's forget it. Please."
Elton pursed his lips, and reached for his beer again.
"Son-of-a-bitch," he muttered. "He and Smiley are forever causing trouble. So help me, one of these days..."
"Calm down, I said," snapped Emily. "You know how any man gets when he's a little drunk. And 'sides, dancing with Janice is liable to make any man say a few things maybe he shouldn't. And I can guess what they were. Pay him no mind, Janice. These cowhands are a little rough. They're used to these cheap Mexican whores in San Antonio. They wouldn't know a decent girl if they fell over one in bed."
Janice laughed, and the tension broke. Elton grinned.
"Well, I'd know Janice if I fell over her in bed, that's for sure."
Janice blushed, and looked hard into Elton's eyes. He really was very attractive, she thought. And he obviously wanted her. He had said so; and even if he hadn't, she could read his mind. She knew that if she gave him encouragement, he'd be knocking on her door later. Later... her heart felt a stab of fear as she remembered Curt's words. He had said they had a key. And so maybe they would try something, Her mind raced quickly.
"Elton, I'm getting tired..." Janice began, but Emily cut her short.
"Tired?"
"Yes."
"But, hon, it's barely eleven. You can't be tired. Hell, I'm only just starting. Come on, drink up your beer."
Elton had been staring at Janice all the while, and his face creased an understanding smile.
"If you're tired, Janice, maybe you'd like me to run you back to the ranch. I know Emily wouldn't mind being left here for a little while."
Janice nodded.
"Yes, I think that might be nice," she said, "Emily, don't be mad. I really am bushed. That ride today really took it out of me."
Emily shrugged, and just at that moment a middle-aged man in Western clothes came up and bent down, kissing her on the neck. By the time Emily had looked up, gushed over the man, and kissed him back, Janice had risen and was halfway out the Stompede, with Elton guiding her with his strong arm.
"Well, I never...." Emily looked after them, and then she grinned. "Well, I don't blame her, really. Come sit down, Judge, I need some company."
The car purred along the highway, and Janice sat close to the window, staring out into the night. Elton glanced at her every now and then, and smiled to himself.
"You're not very talkative," he murmured.
"I don't feel like talking. I'm scared."
"Scared? Of me?"
"Of course not. Of Curt. He said he and Smiley were going to come visiting tonight."
Elton laughed, his deep, rich voice filling the car.
"He says that to every girl he meets on the ranch," he replied. "Curt couldn't do much tonight, anyway. He's too drunk. He and Smiley'll probably end up sleeping it off somewhere alongside the highway. That's their usual routine. Unless they cause trouble and get thrown in jail overnight. That's happened before, too."
Janice bit her lip and wondered whether she should alert Elton of what happened; not everything, of course, but at least enough to let him know that she had reason to be afraid of Curt. She knew Elton was eager to make a pass, even possibly do more, but she knew he was enough of a gentleman not to force himself on her. At least, she hoped he wouldn't....
"Elton, I wonder if I can tell you something, but it's got to be between us."
"Sure. What?"
"Well, despite what you say, I think Curt might just be thinking of something tonight. You see, he and Smiley followed me this morning when I went riding."
Elton glanced quickly at her.
"They followed you...? But they were out on a job."
"Yes, but they saw me and followed me up close to the old silver mine. And..." She paused, unsure how to continue. "Well, they tried to get fresh, and I rode off, but I know if I'd stayed, they might have... well, you know."
"Goddamn!"
Elton wiped his forehead and his lips set in a thin line.
"You're telling me the truth? I mean, there isn't more?"
Janice hesitated.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because I know those two. They're liable to do just about anything to get a piece of tail. Did they try to grab you or anything?"
The car sped on up the road leading to the ranch. The silence in the car was deafening, and Janice bit her lip again and stared out the window, trying desperately to find the right words.
"Well, Smiley reached out for me, but I pulled my horse away and took off. I didn't like the look on their faces."
"Well, thank God for that. I'd hate to think of them doing anything to you. I mean, Janice... well, you're just too nice a girl to mess around with trash like them."
Janice flushed. "They're not trash, Elton. Maybe just a little impulsive, but they are nice guys. I don't want to get them in trouble or anything. I just don't want to be the cause of any trouble. You understand?"
The car turned the final bend and pulled up outside the ranch house. Elton switched off the engine and killed the lights, then turned to Janice, sliding his arm along the back of her seat.
"Believe me, I'd kill them if they tried anything with you," he said, moving closer, his eyes burning into hers in the subdued glow from the porch lights. "Hell, Janice, you're something real special."
Before she could stop him, his face bent down and she felt his warm lips close over her own. Instinctively she pushed him off.
"Elton... please. I'm sorry. It's not you. It's just not...."
"Janice!"
His tone was demanding, his manner authoritative; he pulled her back and kissed her violently. This time she did not push him away. She felt his tongue in her mouth and she responded, responding to his kiss and putting her arms around his broad shoulders, sinking her fingers into his back. Breathlessly they broke apart, and he sighed ecstatically.
"You don't know how I've wanted to do that ever since you arrived," he whispered. "Oh, Janice...."
She drew back, clicking open the door, and slipped out of the car.
"Hey... wait."
She laughed softly.
"Elton, thanks for bringing me back. Go back and have fun. I'm going to bed."
He opened the door on his side and bounded out, grabbing her arm before she had taken two steps towards the ranch house.
"Look, you can't walk back to your cabin alone," he said. "So be sensible. I'm sorry. Honest, I am. I mean-"
She came close to him, and looked up into his dark eyes.
"Elton, I know what you want," she breathed. "And believe me, I do, too. But I'm going to be married soon. I couldn't. Not now."
He stared at her in silence, and then shrugged.
"Okay, I believe you. At least, let's have a swim. Just for old times' sake."
She giggled.
"All right. Drive me back to the cabin and I'll get my swimsuit."
His arms were around her again, and he pulled her close.
"I didn't mean with swimsuits," he said.
"Now you know I wouldn't do that. What if anyone saw us? Especially Emily? Suppose she came barreling back and found us naked in the pool? Your ass would be up the creek and so would mine." Janice laughed. "No, it might be fun, but not tonight."
She turned away and began walking up the trail towards her cabin. Elton followed her, his arm slowly moving up and around her until they were walking arm in arm, the bright moon shining down on them as they made their way through the trees.
They reached her cabin, and Janice reached in her purse for her door key.
"Thanks, Elton," she said sincerely. "Take care, and have fun at the Stompede. I'm sure there'll be some lonesome cowgirl there who'll just love to..." She stopped and giggled. "Well, you know what I mean."
She stepped inside and turned. At that moment, Elton put out his foot, and the door stopped a few inches from closing. "Elton, be sensible."
With a muffled curse, he pushed the door wide open and entered the room, seizing her roughly and pulling her into his arms. Janice felt his hot mouth on her own, and she beat on him with her fists, trying to push away. Finally he broke off, but still held her at arm's length.
"I'm sorry, Janice," he muttered. "But you're just too beautiful. You want me as much as I want you. Goddamnit, why not?"
He kicked the door shut behind him and came forward into the room, while she retreated toward the opposite wall, her eyes wide as saucers and her heart pounding, not with fear but with a childlike sense of anticipation.
"Elton "
"Shut up!"
He grabbed her, and with one movement lifted her slender form in the air, walking over to the bed, and fell into the softness with her. She struggled against him, but his weight was on top of her; his arms held her, and his mouth was searching for hers, sliding across her cheeks and her neck, his tongue trailing over her skin, sending shivers of delight through her loins. She could feel the wicked start of her response, the slow beginning of her vaginal juices. Her in-sides quivered; in a flash, the memory of that morning came back, and evilly she wondered: Does he have as big a dick as Curt or Smiley?
"Elton, let me go!"
Her voice rose in almost a scream, and he sat up, staring at her. His hand reached out for her blouse, and she turned away.
Then, with a sob, she raised her hands to her face and her body shook.
"Oh, Christ, quit that."
Elton put his arm around her shoulders and moved over to sit beside her.
"Please, Janice, you want it as much as I do. Come on, quit this shit."
He pulled her around and faced her, but she continued sobbing.
"I hate to do this," he muttered, and his hand descended on her cheek with a stinging blow. Janice flinched and scrambled across the bed. His hand followed her, tugging at her skirt. There was a ripping sound and she screamed as her clothes tore; she was standing beside the bed, only her thin nylon panties covering her crotch. In a flash Elton jumped and seized her around the waist, pulling her down on the bed. With one hand he held her; with the other he pulled off her panties, revealing the bush between her thighs. As her eyes widened even more, she stared down at his head, which had dropped like a bullet to its target: right on her mound, his mouth sucking her, his tongue pushing into her flesh, finding her clitoris and licking it wildly, sending flashes of fire through her loins. She groaned, and her hands beat feebly on his back, her strength diminishing with every caress of his tongue in her cunt. Her mind was filled with the memory of Smiley and Curt and their massive organs violating her virginity; now it was barely twelve hours later and the same thing was happening. Only now at least it was with a man who attracted her, who made her feel good despite the fact that she did not want sex. She did not want sex.
Her mouth opened and a loud moan emerged, and then her body began trembling and she lay back, her eyes closed, conscious only of Elton's firm hands caressing her body, fumbling with her bra, trying to undo it and reach her breasts. With an angry movement, he tore the strap and her blouse and bra tore away. She was naked before him, and his hands were all over, thumbing her nipples while his fingers gripped her large orbs, adding to the ecstasy that was fighting with the fear inside her.
"Elton, please... no, please... I don't... want... to...." Her voice trailed away and she shuddered as another wave of sensuous pleasure washed over her. She looked down suddenly and became aware of the bulge that was threatening to burst through his pants in front. In her mind she saw a large penis, its head wide, flat and throbbing, and the thickness... the length....
"ELTON...NO!"
She made one final effort, but he pushed her back.
"Shut up," he rasped. "Why don't you lay still and enjoy it? Don't tell me you don't like sex. And let me tell you, I'm the best fuck in Bandera."
CHAPTER FIVE
Her body was shaking uncontrollably as she lay on the bed, staring disbelievingly as he quickly ripped his clothes off and stood, solid muscle from head to foot, his skin looking satin-smooth in the soft light, and his penis jutting out from between his legs, long, thick and oozing lube at the end of its circumcised head which look bigger, flatter and redder than the ones she had seen that morning. Slowly he descended on her, his fingers gripping her shoulders and his chest pressing on her breasts and his penis sliding between her legs. She moaned, and then his mouth covered hers and she felt his tongue push in demandingly. Automatically she responded, her own tongue licking his and her hands creeping round his back, caressing the firm smooth flesh with the rock-hard muscles beneath, almost as firm as the rod that was beginning to move up and down between the softness of her thighs.
"Oh, Janice..." he breathed, his mouth sliding over her cheeks to her neck, where he began licking her, biting her skin gently. He rolled over sideways and his hand closed over her breast, squeezing it firmly while the thumb rubbed across the nipple, hard as a marble.
Janice looked down and saw his penis, the red head up against her mound, beginning to move slowly into her warm, moist cavern.
"He's big," he whispered, noting that she was observing it.
She nodded. "Elton, please be gentle..."
He laughed, and took her hand and pulled it down to his penis.
"You feel him," he said, and her fingers closed around the shaft, marvelling at its firmness and thickness, and then she began squeezing it and rubbing it up and down.
He moaned. "Yes, yes, up under the end," he murmured. "And play with my balls. Oh, play with them. Kiss them."
He pushed her head down. Her hair cascaded over his stomach as she found herself staring closely at his erection. She noted it was smooth, white, and with none of the thick blue veins that she remembered from the cocks she had experienced earlier that day.
"Kiss it, kiss it," he whispered urgently.
Her mouth opened and she took the end of his cock, her tongue licking across the end, tasting the lube that glistened there. The musky taste of his flesh excited her, making her heart beat even faster. Something within her said: this is it, this is what you've always wanted. And at the same time, another voice which sounded just like her mother's shrieked out in horror: Janice is no better than those Kilkenny whores. She's fucking, and she's loving it. Oh, God, no, no...
"Elton, I can't."
"Suck it, goddamnit, suck it good."
His hand came round her neck and forced her down so that the shaft pushed right into her mouth and she felt the end of it jam into her throat. She gagged, pulled up, adjusted and began sucking it, closing her lips as firmly as she could around it, and moving up and down, her tongue flicking across the end as she came up, then sliding down again, taking it all. Elton moaned, and his hand relaxed.
"Oh, yes, Janice, that's it, that's it, baby."
He gazed down at her, enjoying the sight of her curled up beside him, her lovely breasts hanging down in front of her as she lowered her head onto his crotch, paying homage to his sex. He moved his hips slightly, forcing himself deeper into her.
"Play with my balls," he muttered. "Play with 'em, damnit."
Her fingers enclosed his sac and she rolled the balls around, their size sending an extra thrill through her.
"Lick 'em, lick 'em," he muttered again, "Oh, Jesus, that feels good."
He relaxed completely, and Janice felt herself sliding into a world of utter sensuality. Her hands strayed around Elton's crotch, feeling the hairiness of his balls and the size of his penis, and the comparative smoothness of his muscular thighs below and the firm, flat stomach above. His penis was very white, but his skin above and below his crotch was tanned a deep brown from exposure to the hot Texas sun. She kept one hand on his sex, and the other she let creep over his flesh, feeling every inch of it, and loving the wonderful strength that seemed to emanate from him. Her mouth sucked hard, up and down his shaft, and she felt it jerk and throb with each movement. The head seemed to broaden, thicken, and get even bigger as it slid in and out of her lips, rubbing against her tongue.
With a sudden movement, Elton twisted around and buried his face between her legs. She gasped and cried out as his tongue pushed between her labia and found her clitoris, flicking across it and sending electric chills through her loins.
She groaned and twisted her hips. His hands came forward, pulling her legs apart, and then his fingers opened her up, exposing to his eager eyes the richness of her oozing folds within. He stared hard while his fingers caressed her, then his mouth came down again and he began sucking her, tonguing her body with frantic passion.
Janice raised up and saw him, and a sudden chill went through her. She somehow felt his attitude, the way he was leaning over her, a look of undisguised lust on his face, was completely obscene. It was sex, pure and lusty sex, and suddenly she found herself wanting to escape. She wriggled back, away from him, and let out a little cry.
He looked up and saw her face; realizing her intentions, he reached out and grabbed her, his fingers closing around her leg with vicious force.
"Oh, no, you don't," he snapped, his voice harsh. "You're staying right here, you little cock-tease. Come on, you're going to fuck."
She shrieked, and he slapped a hand over her mouth and pinned her back on the bed, straddling her body and lowering his penis on top of her mound.
"Look at it, baby, watch as it goes in," he said, and her terrified eyes went down to where his penis was sliding into her. She felt the head penetrate her labia and push past her clitoris and then deep into her vagina. She gasped and felt her insides contract and grip his shaft as it slid in all the way, right up to the mouth of her womb.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," he whispered. "Goddamn, but you're tight. Work it, Janice, work it."
Supporting himself on his arms and knees, he thrust in and out, looking down over her stomach at the sight. Janice's eyes were glued on the massive piece of meat impaling her, giving her delights even greater than she had experienced that day with Curt and Smiley.
She could hardly believe that his penis was inside her, it looked so big. She felt her flesh being pushed aside, tight as a clenched fist, and with every movement added thrills coursed through her. She lifted her arms helplessly and then found herself embracing his shoulders, pulling him down. With a grin, he subsided on top of her, his hips still driving, his mouth closing over hers.
She clawed his back, feeling the muscles quivering as he moved. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and her breasts rubbed against his chest. The sweat was pouring off their bodies, and she felt it trickling down past her stomach, between her legs, joining the juices that were forced out of her cunt with every thrust of his cock.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she whispered, hardly recognizing her own voice. "Shove that big dick all the way in. Fuck my cunt. Elton."
He grunted and his movements increased in speed until the bed was rocking beneath their pounding. He slid his mouth off hers and down to her breasts, sucking them frantically. Janice twisted her head, and in the mirror on the opposite wall she saw their bodies, almost in silhouette, highlighted by the lamps. Elton's muscular frame looked like some primitive male animal on top of her.
With a cry, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, allowing him even deeper penetration. She stared at their reflection, getting added thrills from watching herself being fucked by this handsome, virile young man with the handsome face and big muscles.
She was amazed at her own reflection, with her breasts heaving and her ass up in the air, held there by her legs around his body. She saw the slick, shining penis driving in and out of her, looking big and angry. Her cunt-lips slid along its length, gripping it every time it withdrew. Her fears had left her and she had surrendered completely and without reservations to the moment; and she admitted that it was wonderful. She was loving every minute of it, and felt her insides mounting with tension as her orgasm slowly approached. She felt his rock-hard prick moving against her clitoris, exciting her more and more; her vagina was contracting around his shaft and she felt the thrusting way up deep inside her.
She began groaning. "I'm... I'm coming," she whispered, and then her voice rose in a scream as the final ecstasy took over, blasting her mind. Her nails dug into his skin, and she felt him make little animal noises in his throat as he rammed his penis all the way in and held it there. It seemed to flex and thicken, and then she felt his juices pour out, shooting into her and mingling with her own as they both climaxed together."
"Oh, wow, Janice... I'm there... I'm there..." His voice rose loudly, blending with her own frantic squeals of delight, and they thrashed together, consummating the moment with the utmost pleasure possible. Janice relaxed and lowered her legs to the bed, and he lay on top of her, his penis gradually subsiding within her.
He rolled them both over on their sides.
"Look," he whispered, and he slowly withdrew, his penis plopping out and lying across his leg, still touching her mound. Janice stared at it, all red, swollen and glistening.
She reached down and touched it, amazed at how soft it was, but still thick. She closed her fingers around it and softly manipulated it. He groaned.
"Oh, easy, baby, he's tender after shooting," Elton said, jerking spasmodically with every touch of her fingers. He took her hand away and lay still.
Janice lay back, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply. Elton looked at them and touched each nipple gently with his lips.
"You're beautiful," he murmured. "That was the best fuck I've ever had. Was it good for you, too?"
"Yes, yes." She nodded, not wishing to talk, but merely to lie there, savoring the afterglow which filled her body and mind with sweet contentment.
"Oh, Janice, I love you, I love you," he said, and he covered her mouth with his own, kissing her passionately for a second before releasing her, and laying back, staring at her body.
"Your tits are something else," he said. "And your pussy." His fingers pushed into her and probed gently. "Tightest little cunt in Texas." He laughed softly, and she smiled.
"Anything'd be tight to that prick of yours," she said. "Is it really the biggest in the state?"
He laughed, and held it in his hand, waving it limply before them.
"He's pretty big," he admitted. "But then no one's ever complained. One chick said she wouldn't go down on it because she couldn't get her mouth around it, but then she did have kinda small lips, as I remember."
"You've gone to bed with lots of girls?" asked Janice.
He nodded. "I've had my share."
"I thought so."
"Why? That's a helluva question at a time like this."
"I don't know. I just wondered."
"You sound like..." He paused. "Like you haven't had much experience yourself."
She shook her head.
"No, I haven't. But I'm funny that way. I don't go to bed with everyone who makes a pass."
"I should hope not."
"I really didn't want to go to bed with you, Elton," she said, propping herself up on one elbow and staring down at him. "But now that we have, I'm not sorry."
"Neither am I. Oh, Janice, Janice..."
He took her in his arms again, and kissed her. His hand strayed down her body, touching her, squeezing her breasts and ending up in her crotch, his fingers pushing into the warm wetness there.
She moaned. "Elton, stop. Please. Wait just a while."
"I can't. I want you again. Now."
She opened her eyes and saw his penis was beginning to rise again, the end widening as it slowly stood up.
"No, no."
"Shut up and fuck," he said not unkindly. "It'll be twice as good this time. The second time's always the best."
He rolled her on her back and mounted her, pushing his prick between her labia. It was not yet firm enough to penetrate, but she felt the head resting there, flexing and growing harder every second. He moved his hips and slowly it slipped back into her. He rammed it all the way in and lay on top of her, moving himself gently to give himself the sensation from her vagina wrapped around his rod. She felt it stiffening inside her, and she moved her hips.
"Oh, Elton, Elton..." Her mouth breathed his name and her body quivered beneath the onrush of rising passion once more. He closed his mouth around her breasts and began sucking violently. His teeth closed over her nipple and she flinched.
"No, no," she cried out, but he bit harder and she screamed.
"Elton, stop it, you're hurting me," she shouted, and his hands held her shoulders. His mouth came up, and he stared at her.
"It'll feel better that way," he said grimly, and she felt again his teeth around her nipple and she struggled desperately. He suddenly seemed a vicious, hurting animal instead of the tender, loving man she had just enjoyed. She pushed against his shoulders with her hands, but without effect. His weight and his strength were too much for her, and she suddenly felt very afraid.
"Elton, let me go!"
He laughed softly, and she felt his hands holding her.
"You're going to get a good Texas fuck this time, baby," he said. "You're gonna get it all. I'm gonna fuck you dry this time."
"ELTON! LET ME UP!"
He laughed and drove his rod deep into her, not with the sensuous movement he used before, but with a piledriving force that wrenched a gasp from her lips as she felt the end touch bottom and it seemed her very stomach had been kicked.
"Oh, God, Elton, that hurts."
"Good. You'll love it."
He continued, his hands holding her tightly and his mouth biting her, her breasts, her shoulders, her lips, her ears. And all the while, his rampant penis was driving in and out of her vagina, a steady, pulsating rhythm that jarred her every time he hit bottom, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks before he withdrew to repeat a moment later; on and on, with no slacking, with no mercy. The stimulation she had felt before slowly ebbed until she felt the walls of her cavern beginning to smart, and her contractions around his shaft sent stabs of fire, not the passion-filled ecstasy of the first time, but genuine, body-destroying pain that brought a scream from her lips. She shook herself free, and her hand came wrenching across his shoulder, her nails drawing blood and a muffled curse from his lips.
"Goddamn, you little bitch, lay off!"
She felt a glow of satisfaction within her. The pounding of his prick paused, and then with renewed effort he thrust into her viciously, and she gasped and clawed at him again. His hand grabbed her arm and held her down, his arms straight as he pushed down on her, his hips still ramming into her with brutal force.
Oh, please God, make him stop. What's happened to him? Where's the tender, loving, wonderful Elton of fifteen minutes ago? This maniac is tearing me apart. I can feel my vagina tearing. I'm bleeding. God, help me make him stop. Janice's eyes opened wide as she suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Renewing her struggle, she pushed her head back and stared right into his face.
"Elton, stop. What if I get pregnant?"
He continued for a few seconds, and then he paused and glared at her.
"Whaddya mean, pregnant? You're on the pill, aren't you?"
"No, no, I'm not," gasped Janice truthfully. "I don't take the pill. I told you I don't mess around."
"Jesus Christ, that's all I need."
He relaxed and slid back, his penis pulling out of her. With a sigh of relief, she bit her lip and stared at him.
He knelt before her, his penis still rock-hard and shiny, and slowly he grinned.
"Well, I said you'd get a good Texas fuck. And you're still gonna git it. And this way I know for sure you won't get pregnant. Roll over."
His hand lifted her waist and began turning her body. She realized what he meant, and began fighting him.
"You pervert! You filthy no-good bastard! You won't do that to me."
He laughed loudly, and his hands continued pushing her over despite her efforts to resist him. His eyes dropped with pleasure on her bare buttocks as they came into view, their round white surfaces shining dully in the light, the enticing crack between them looking even more appealing to him than her crotch. He thought: Hell, what's wrong with a little cornholing, especially if it's on a beautiful chick like this?
Janice struggled in vain and found herself pinned helplessly on the bed on her stomach while he threw his legs over hers and pushed his penis slowly forward between her cheeks. She screamed again as she felt the head slide between her flesh; it was already well-lubricated with the juices from her vagina, and the end slid right up to her anus and pressed against it, eager for entry. She felt the pressure and she began sobbing.
"Elton, please, anything, not that. You'll kill me!"
He laughed roughly.
"Hell, I've fucked lots of chicks in the ass. No sweat. Just relax now. C'mon, relax, dammit. Once I get it in, it'll feel great."
In her mind, Janice remembered one of the Kilkenny girls bragging about taking a guy's prick up her rear end once, and how great it had been. "Honest, I thought he'd rip me open, but he didn't." Janice could still hear her voice, high-pitched and whiny like a Southern belle. "It felt just as good as the other way, 'specially when he stuck his fingers up there at the same time and oh, wow, I thought I'd explode."
She felt the end push and a sharp pain stabbed through her.
"Elton, stop it!"
He grunted and pushed again. Then with a stifled exclamation he pulled it away from between her cheeks, spat on his hand and wet his penis with the saliva, and pushed it back again. This time the end slid in a fraction, and Janice tightened involuntarily.
"Relax, damnit!"
Oh, God, help me, she prayed. Help me. He's going to stick that big thing all the way in. It was tight enough in front; it'll never fit up there. She felt one hand pull her buttocks aside as he thrust forward. She felt it slid in and she screamed again.
"Okay, it's almost in," he said, and slowly pushed again. She felt the entire massive length of his penis enter her fully, and her sphincter felt as though it had been torn open and was bleeding. She could have sworn there was warm blood gushing from her intestines. He began moving in and out, thrusting into her gently, and withdrawing, but gradually his movements became faster and faster and she felt herself almost crushed beneath his weight each time he came down upon her.
"Nice 'n tight," he muttered. "Oh, wow, this is it. I'm coming... Janice, I'm coming!"
She felt his body trembling with extra passion, and his rod rammed all the way into her and he held it there. She felt it flex and thicken, and then the warm spurting of his seed combined with his slobbering kisses on her shoulders to let her know that it was almost over- that the torture was coming to an end, and he would soon leave her alone and she could sleep and forget the misery that wracked her body and plagued her mind.
Slowly his penis softened and began slipping out. Finally, with a nerve-wrenching pop, he slid out and lay over on the far side of the bed, panting and murmuring over and over, "Oh, Janice, Janice..."
She stared at him, and with a moan, she sat up and put her feet over the edge of the bed. Her rear end felt like a charcoal fire was going full blast.
"Oh, Elton, I'm hurting," she moaned.
He laughed softly. "Good. Make you appreciate a good fuck," he said, not even looking at her.
"How can you lie there and say that?" she demanded, anger giving vehemence to her words. "You're a beast."
He laughed again, and she slid off the bed and walked painfully to the bathroom, where she turned on the water and sat on the commode while the tub filled up.
"Janice."
"What?"
"How's your ass?"
"Don't talk to me, Elton. I've half a mind to tell Emily what's happened."
She heard the bed creak. A moment later, he stood at the door of the bathroom, staring down at her, seated on the commode. His penis was directly opposite her face.
"You try that, baby, and you're really gonna be in for it," he said threateningly. "Emily don't like me messing around with other chicks."
Janice's eyes opened wide. She had even forgotten her initial embarrassment at his position close to her, his nakedness boldly displayed inches from her.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean this, sweetheart," he said, grabbing his cock and balls and lifting them almost into her face. "Emily likes a little of this once in a while herself. I reckon she'd be mighty pissed if you came running to her. Like I was real lucky to get away with you tonight. I halfway expected her to want to come along. She knows I've been hot for you ever since you came down."
Janice turned away, biting her lip.
"You know, Elton, I really thought you were nice. At first, I mean. The first time, well... that was..." Janice paused, and then lifted her head defiantly as she gained a little courage. "The first time we fucked, I enjoyed it. But then what happened? You're not like you were. You're like someone else. You're not drunk or anything. What is it?"
Elton grinned, and scratched his penis absentmindedly.
"I'll tell you, baby," he said, walking in and sitting on the edge of the bath. "I really like you, I really do. But when I get steamed up, like I was after that first fuck, I really go wild. I want more, and I don't like anyone to say no, that's enough. I want 'em to say, more, more, fuck me till I'm ready to go blind. That's why. I still like you, Janice, and I reckon I'd still like to fuck you some more. Any way. Front or back. You're pretty tight both ways. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you'd had mighty little fucking before tonight."
Janice looked up at him sharply, and he grinned.
"Hey, I was right. Say, what did happen out on the range today with Curt and Smiley? Did those two get to you?" Janice lowered her face and was perilously close to tears. Elton slapped his bare knee and whistled. "They fucked you today, didn't they?"
Her face told him the truth. He laughed loudly, and Janice broke into tears. Sitting on the commode, she rocked back and forth, and words tumbled out, one after the other, incoherently, as all her terror and heartbreak burst forth.
"Yes, they did, and it was the first time. The first time ever, with anyone. And I was wanting to be married a virgin. And now, in one day, I've been screwed front and rear till I'm sore, and I'm sitting here, feeling like my insides are about to fall out, and you laugh. It's nothing for you. You screw a girl and it's just that much pleasure. But for a girl, it's different. Especially one like me, who's never had it before."
Elton continued laughing. "But you dug it, didn't you? You liked every fucking minute of it."
Janice's eyes flashed through her tears. "Yes, I did. I won't deny I've wondered how it would be for years. Glenn-he's my fiance in Dallas-he's wanted to have sex, but I've always held off. I always thought it would be better to wait. So I waited. And what happens? Those two studs followed me today and tore my clothes off and made me-"
Elton chimed in. "Made you suck their dicks, eh? Sure, I know those two. We've had some times together with girls. Curt loves to get blown. Did you blow him, huh? And then they fucked you? Ooh, wowee, I wish I'd bin there."
Janice stared at him uncomprehendingly.
"What do you mean? You wish you were there? Would you have stopped them? Would you have helped me?"
"Hell, no. I'd have joined in. Come to think of it, a threesome might'n't be so bad right now."
Janice rose to her feet unsteadily.
"Elton, please. Don't you know when a girl's had enough?"
He shook his head. "I only know when I've had enough, and that's happened only once, after I'd come six times."
"Get out of here."
Janice pushed beside him and turned off the faucets, feeling the water with her hand. She stepped into the tub and stretched out, feeling the water find every crevice of her aching body, soothing it with warmth. She looked up at Elton, wondering how she could ever have found him appealing. He was handsome and muscular, and he had an enormous penis, but right then she hoped she could never see him again. She was also amazed that she felt no self-consciousness about lying naked before him in the tub, while he sat on the edge, staring hard at her.
"Listen, prick-teaser, I'm getting out of here, and I'm gonna go find Smiley and Curt, and we'll be back," he said, rising and fingering his penis again. "So you lay there and get all sweet smelling, 'cos you're going to have company all night."
Janice stared up at him and sneered.
"You wouldn't dare."
"You wait and see."
He walked out of the bathroom, and she heard him moving around as he picked up his clothes and pulled them on. Her heart was beating wildly again, and fear plucked at her every nerve.
She looked up as he came back in, bending down to comb his hair in front of the mirror.
"Okay, see you in a little while," he said, grinning down. He bent over, and his fingers slid between her legs, touching her mound. She squirmed, and he laughed coarsely.
"You're a pretty good fuck," he said. "With a little more practice, you'll be terrific."
He stood up and was gone, the door slamming behind him. Janice stared down at her body. It looked the same, but inside she was hurting. Her vagina felt fine; in fact, the first time with Elton had been even more enjoyable than she had thought it would be. He certainly knew what he was doing; his penis was large and he worked it just right to make her responses fantastic.
But the second time: his vicious impaling of her anus had left her insides sore and swollen, and she shifted in the tub, moving her hand down between her buttocks, splashing the water up into her crack, trying to soothe the pain. Oh, God, I'm suffering, she thought. Yes, suffering because she had done wrong. Her mother's voice came back again; her conscience was rising to the surface and plaguing her with remorse and guilt over her actions. She tried to reason: It wasn't my fault. I was raped. Everything had happened to her, not with her wanting it. So she enjoyed certain aspects of it; now she knew what fucking was like, and it could be wonderful. But it could also be painful and traumatic, and she knew she would suffer now because of her sins.
And that news he had let slip about Emily! She was shocked to think that Emily, over sixty, would go to bed with someone as young as he. Well, well, this visit is certainly an education! But then there's still the threat of his coming back with Smiley and Curt. Was that just talk, perhaps drunken talk? Elton had been drinking a lot, just like they all had, only more so. Would he come back, or was that just more of his sadistic talk to scare her?
She couldn't take the chance. With a sudden movement, she rose and stepped out of the tub, reaching for a towel and drying herself quickly. She walked into the room, took her suitcase down from the shelf above the closet, and began packing hastily. She drew on some clean underwear, a skirt and a blouse, and slipped on some sandals. The rest of her things she threw into the suitcase. She got her toilet articles from the bathroom and added those, then snapped the case shut. Was that everything? She checked the closet and the bathroom, and, satisfied, she picked up her suitcase and walked out the door, leaving it open, the shaft of light cutting a swath through the darkness by her car.
She put the suitcase in the back, climbed in and, having locked both doors securely, she started the motor, turned on the lights and slowly drove away from the cabin, back down the trail toward the ranchhouse. She felt better already; even her rear end had stopped throbbing so much. Janice smiled to herself. She'd show that stud! When and if he returned with the other two, she would be long gone, driving back up the road toward Dallas, back home to safety.
The miles zoomed by under the MG, and only after a while did Janice realize that she hadn't said goodbye to Emily. No matter, she would call when she got home. And if Emily got too nosy, she could just say that she had decided to return sooner because she missed Glenn, and that would be that. Something told her that Emily wouldn't buy that story, especially as she had left the Stompede with Elton, and if Elton had been sleeping with Emily there was no doubt that there would be some suspicion of what might have happened between Elton and her. Oh, what the hell! Janice smiled to herself; why was it that when sex reared its head it was crisis time in her life?
She began wondering whether she might have been any different if her mother hadn't put the fear of God into her over sex; if she had perhaps been screwed when she was thirteen, like most of the other girls she knew, especially the Kilkenny girls. But then, if that had happened, she might have gotten pregnant, and there might have been all sorts of complications. No, her mother had done right; it was best that she remain a virgin till she got married.
Only now... yes, now she was no longer the pure and innocent girl who had driven down to Bandera. She had been raped, she had been fucked, and she had sucked a man's penis. It had all happened so fast and the events had crowded into her life so quickly that she really had scarcely had the chance to analyze how she really felt about it. She knew that despite the horror and the fear, she did enjoy the experience; at least she had enjoyed the one with Smiley and Curt and the first one with Elton. But that last time with Elton had been painful and traumatic. She shifted in the seat, and stabs of pain reminded her of the enormous phallus which had plunged deep into her intestines, giving Elton all the pleasure and her all the discomfort. She didn't deny that perhaps with repeated fucking she could learn to enjoy it that way, but not with someone as violent and large as Elton was.
She could scarcely believe that someone as refined and nice as Elton could turn into such a savage beast, intent only on his own gratification, eager only for his own sensual satisfaction. He was like a totally different person, and ever since he had left she had wondered whether it was because he was drunk, or what? Her stinging anus was mute testimony to his actions, and she hoped that she would be over the memory very soon. Right now, despite the tingle in her loins when she thought of his penis and his magnificent body, her rear end kept telling her that it hadn't been anything but a horror; that she should try to forget; blot it out completely; chalk it up to experience. Oh, what the hell... it was over, and she was on her way back home, back to Glenn, back to her family, back to her usual normal routine which, she admitted, was far preferable. She may have rebelled against her mother's constant admonitions, but Mother was right. Fucking around has its drawbacks, especially for a girl without any experience at all.
Janice reached into her purse for her cigarettes, carefully extracted one from the crumpled package, and pressed the cigarette lighter on the dashboard. A moment later she inhaled deeply, stretched herself, and relaxed. Another two hundred miles or so... she would probably get home around dawn. Oh, well, she could sleep all day.
The car purred on, eating up the miles. There was very little traffic, and the constant drone of the engine and the swish of the wind began having a soporific effect; twice Janice caught herself nodding and jerked her head up, biting her lip to bring her back to full consciousness. God, she couldn't fall asleep at the wheel; she daren't, not in this small car.
Up ahead she saw a neon light blinking; it was a wayside truck stop, with the green light spelling out CAFE. She decided to stop for some coffee.
Her foot went down on the brake, and she brought the car to a slow stop beside the weather-beaten building. She looked up, seeing a light in an upstairs window, and thought: That's where the truckers sleep on their long journeys across the country. For a moment her mind wondered who might be up there now, curled up alone under the blankets; was he young, handsome, eager to make love to a stranger? Stop it, Janice, stop it!
She slipped out of the car and made her way into the cafe, pushing open the screen door with a bang. The sleazy-looking waiter behind the counter looked up and bared his black teeth at her in semblance of a smile.
"Howdy."
"Hello." Janice walked over to the counter and sat down on a stool. "I'd like some coffee please. Black."
"One nigger cup comin' up," said the young man, his voice drawling with an unmistakable Lone Star State accent.
Janice reached for her cigarette and lit one. The waiter placed a mug of steaming coffee in front of her and leaned back against the counter, staring at her.
"You're mighty purty, you know," he said.
She smiled.
"Thanks. That's what they all tell me."
"You from around here?"
"No. Dallas."
"Oh, one of the city girls." The young man leered at her. "You travelin' alone?"
Janice's mind reacted immediately.
"No, I've got my mother with me. She's in the car, asleep."
"Oh."
"Your mother also purty?"
"My mother's fifty-five and very homely," said Janice with some spirit.
"Gee. How 'bout that?" He sucked his teeth noisily and spat on the floor. "I'd have figured your ma would've bin real purty like you."
Janice sipped her coffee and decided not to continue the conversation if she could help it. The young man was obviously trying to make headway with her; not a chance, she thought with a smile, with that face and those teeth, he'll be lucky if he gets a whore to sleep with him.
The young man shifted to the other foot and adjusted his crotch in the process. Janice glared at him. The gesture was obviously meant to direct her attention to the bulge in the front of his blue jeans; quite a large bulge, she had to admit. He grinned insolently at her.
"Pity your ma's with you," he said. "I guess you'll be movin' on real fast."
Janice nodded.
"I have to get back to Dallas right away," she said.
"Hm. Not often we get someone as purty as you stopping here," he said. "Makes a feller really appreciate it. I like purty girls."
"I'm sure you have plenty around here," said Janice. "You've probably got a wife and kids tucked away at home, too."
He laughed obscenely, showing his black teeth. "I ain't married," he said. "I have too much fun playin' the field. Though there ain't anyone .round here looks as good as you. I sure wish you wuz stayin' longer."
Janice snickered. "Now what, may I ask, would my staying longer have to do with it? How do you know I'm not married?"
"Oh, I can tell." His reply was tinged with rural wisdom. "I git to know who's hitched and who ain't. And you ain't, I'm willin' to bet my last dollar. I'm also willin' to bet you'd like goin' out with me to a spot 'bout ten miles from here. It's an after-hours place. We could dance, and have a drink and all...."
Janice burst out laughing.
"Thanks, but no thanks," she said, draining her coffee cup. "I've got to get going. How much for the coffee?"
"Shucks, forget it. I've enjoyed jist talkin' with you."
"Well, thank you."
"You're welcome. Come back and see us now, y'hear?"
"Next time through, perhaps."
Janice picked up her purse and walked to the door. As she stepped into the night air, she giggled; the effrontery of the waiter really appalled her. If he'd been handsome, she could well understand it. But the thought of kissing that mouth, with its sewer of decayed teeth inside, almost made her heave.
She walked toward the car, and up the road she saw the glare of approaching headlights, coming down the highway very fast. She stood by her car for a moment, watching the approaching vehicle, and as it flashed by she saw a face at the window, staring at her. Her heart almost stopped; it was Curt. Almost at the instant of recognition, she heard the ear-splitting scream of tires as the car's brakes were applied.
Oh, God, they've followed me. It must be Curt and Smiley. In a second, she pictured Elton going to get them, returning to her cabin to find her gone, and then piling into a car and giving pursuit. If only she hadn't stopped for coffee....
Her first instinct was to climb in the car and make a run for it; then she realized her little MG could never outrun a larger car, which was probably souped up judging by the sound of its engine.
She turned and ran back into the diner. The waiter looked up and grinned happily.
"Well, you're back real soon," he said, and then his smile dropped as he saw her panic-stricken face.
"Call the highway patrol," she cried out. "Quickly."
He didn't move.
"Call the cops? What for?" he drawled.
"There's a car coming back here in a minute," she gasped. "There're some men in it who are after me. Oh, please, where's the phone?"
The waiter moved over to the end of the counter and reached underneath, bringing out the instrument.
"Here. You call 'em. The number's there on the dial."
Breathlessly she sat, picked up the receiver, and dialed the number. As it began ringing, she heard the noises of Curt's car outside and the muffled shouts of him and Smiley as they got out and approached the diner.
"Highway Patrol," came the metallic voice in her ear.
"This is...." She turned to the waiter. "What's the name of this place?"
"Jed's Diner and Truck Stop," was the reply.
"I'm at Jed's Diner and Truck Stop," she said, her voice shaking badly. "And there're some men going to attack me. Please come, quickly."
There was a long-drawn-out sigh in her ear.
"Yes, ma'am. Who are these men?"
"They're... they're people I met at the Mayan Ranch. They're-
Before she could utter another word, she felt the phone being jerked out of her hand, and Elton's voice boomed out.
"It's all right, officer. My wife's a little drunk, that's all. Sorry to have troubled you."
He replaced the receiver and held on to Janice firmly.
"Well, well, so you were callin' the police?" he said, his voice cutting through her consciousness like a red-hot knife. "That ain't what I call being neighborly." He turned to the waiter, who was observing the action with more than casual interest. "Has she given you any trouble?"
The waiter shook his head.
"No. She jist had some coffee."
Elton laughed and turned to Smiley and Curt, who were standing just inside the door.
"You know, fellers, this little gal is more trouble than she's worth."
"Don't you listen to him," gasped Janice, struggling against the powerful arms that held her. "He's not my husband. He's... he's going to rape me."
The waiter's mouth opened in a grin and his eyes sparkled.
"Re is?"
From across the room, Curt's voice resounded. "Sure we are. She loves it. The more the merrier. You wanta piece of the action?"
The waiter's eyes lit up like the neon sign outside.
"Saaay, you ain't joshing me?"
Elton laughed evilly. "No, sir. This little gal's got the hottest pussy in Texas, and she likes it filled with stiff dick as much as she can."
Curt laughed.
"And she sure gives a dandy blow job, too."
"Whooo-wee!"
The waiter's hand reached for a switch on the wall, and a moment later the neon sign went dark.
"I'm with you," he said. "You wanna use a room upstairs? We got plenty empty ones tonight."
"Elton, for God's sake, let me go!"
Janice struggled in vain, and Elton only laughed again.
"Listen, cock-teaser, you're gonna get it, just like I promised you," he rasped. "And you're gonna take care of Curt and Smiley, too. And this feller here, who's already horny, I can tell. So relax and enjoy it. You ain't goin' nowhere but upstairs, and you're gonna fuck and suck like you've never done before. Come on, fellers."
She struggled desperately, but Elton's grip never relaxed.
"Oh, please, please," she pleaded, and they all laughed loudly as the waiter turned off the lights in the diner and they followed him through a curtain to a rickety staircase leading up.
The smell of stale cooking odors blended with stale urine from a bathroom at the top of the stairs, and their Western boots clacked down the wooden floor to the end of the passage. The waiter threw open a door, revealing a room furnished with a bed and a nightstand with a basin and a jug of water beside it.
"It ain't the Waldorf," he said with a leer. "But what more do you want 'sides a bed?"
The single bulb in the center of the ceiling cast a glaring, horrible light over their faces. Janice's eyes went from one to the other; Elton's hand was clamped over her mouth, but her eyes spoke for her.
"She looks like a scairt rabbit," laughed Curt, coming over and tweaking her left breast.
"Okay, who's first?" asked the waiter, leering at them.
Elton gave a big booming laugh.
"I reckon you can be, feller," he said. "We'll watch for the first go-round. 'Sides, we'll have to hold her for you. With that face of yours, I reckon she won't be doin' it from choice."
Janice finally managed to open her mouth enough to enclose Elton's fingers in her teeth; she clamped down, and he pulled his hand away with a curse.
"I'm not doing anything from choice," she screamed. "And you'll go to the chair for this. Rape's a criminal offense in Texas."
Curt laughed, and Smiley came over, his finger under her nose. "Sure it is," he said softly, "But this ain't rape, baby. You told us to meet you here and we'd have a little party. And with all of us sayin' that, your word don't stand a hope in hell. 'Sides, Elton already knows what a little whore you are. So forget about opening your pretty mouth afterwards. It's four against one, baby, and you're gonna fuck us all."
Janice began whimpering and closed her eyes as she felt hands undoing her clothes, and slipping them off her body while the waiter's obscene chuckles filled her ears.
CHAPTER SIX
Looking back at that moment afterwards, Janice remembered only her pitiful cries, her feeling of utter revulsion for the smell of their bodies, the coarseness of their hands and the vile-ness of their remarks as they fondled her like animals with a new toy. There was not the slightest regard for her feelings, for whatever pleasure she might obtain from the act; their own satisfaction was the only driving force behind their attack, which was without stopping: one after the other, on and on, until her body became numb and she tried desperately to separate her mind from her physical feelings.
The naked light from the single bulb matched her own nakedness once they had removed all her clothes. Elton told them to be careful undressing her.
"If anything's torn, that'll be evidence," he remarked as Smiley and Curt began undressing her. "Make sure every button's still in place. She's gonna go back to Dallas lookin' just as fresh as she does now. But inside, that'll be something else." He laughed coarsely, and Janice glared at him with hate in her eyes.
"You son of a bitch," she spat out. "And to think I liked you once. I really did, Elton."
"Jest shows you," he said. "I'm a bastard at heart. Chicks are just for fucking; nothing more."
"You can say that again," said Curt, pulling her panties down and revealing her bush. He pushed a finger forward and into her. She felt it touch her clitoris and a flash of sensation sliced through her fears for a second. Then he withdrew, and bent his mouth forward and bit her breasts. She felt the stab of pain as his teeth sank in, and she gasped.
The waiter was standing back, watching with avid eyes and mounting excitement.
"Hey, what's your name?" asked Elton.
"Jason," he said.
"Okay, Jason, git yourself ready," said Elton.
Jason needed no further prompting. His pants were already bulging at the crotch. He peeled off his shirt and shucked off his shoes; his pants dropped, and his sex sprang forth, long and thin, like a snake uncoiling. His whole body was skinny, and he had an ugly rash across his chest.
Janice took one look at him and turned her face away.
"Not him-please, Elton!" she pleaded, and he laughed again and gave Jason a cursory glance.
"He ain't Mr. America," he commented, reaching out for Jason's penis, "but he's got a good prick, and it's gonna feel good buried in that hot pussy of yours. How 'bout that, Jason?"
Jason giggled and looked down at his penis, still held firmly in Elton's fist. Elton gave it a couple of shakes.
"Hm, it's plenty hard," he said. "Jesus, enough goddamn foreskin for window drapes."
He released Jason, who moved forward toward Janice as Elton, Curt and Smiley carried her over to the bed and spread-eagled her across the covers. Curt held one arm; Smiley held the other; Elton sat between her legs, holding them open.
"Okay, climb on," said Elton, and Jason got on and positioned himself above her, lowering his body until his penis touched her mound. She screamed out loudly.
"Shut up, bitch," said Curt, putting a hand over her mouth. "Goddamn broads who scream bug the shit out of me."
Jason supported himself on his arms and knees while he lowered his penis into her. She felt the end of it penetrate and then enter her completely; it was not very thick and for a second she compared it mentally with Elton's, which had pushed her flesh aside, easing in slowly. Jason slipped in almost without effort, and as he came down she felt his balls slap against her buttocks. He groaned and lowered his mouth to hers. His breath was foul and she almost retched, but his lips closed over hers and he began kissing her frantically while his hips were galvanized into action, thrusting in and out of her almost as fast as a jackrabbit.
"Wowee, lookit him go," shouted Smiley, his pants bulging at the crotch. "Fastest fucker I've ever seen."
Jason was slobbering all over her face, licking her flesh, and his hands were grasping her breasts hungrily, squeezing them tightly. She felt the pain of his long dirty fingernails as they lacerated her tender flesh.
"Son-of-a-bitch!" said Curt. "He fucks like he hasn't had any in weeks."
"Mebbe he hasn't," said Elton, laughing.
Jason's hips were moving, faster and faster, pushing and pulling his thin rod in and out of her canal. She felt her own juices flowing, lubricating her. She could feel him way up almost at the opening of her womb. He was long, but not very thick. It was a totally different sensation than when she had been fucked by Elton earlier; she decided in passing that a thick cock was preferable. Her hips began moving, combining with his rhythm, until her whole body was quivering and shaking, her own passion being pushed up by his attentions. Oh, God, why should I move? Lie still, she thought, lie still. Don't give them the satisfaction of watching me get with it, too. But much as she tried, Janice could not control herself. Her body responded and her instincts made her move, wrapping her vagina around his penis, contracting as he thrust forward, gripping the shaft and causing him to moan and cry out with ecstasy.
"Kee-rist, she's tight," he shouted. "Tightest pussy I've ever fucked. Make it good, baby."
On and on, until she wondered how much longer he could continue such a pace. She could see the muscles on each side his body flex as he drove himself in and out. He was skinny, but muscular, and his energy was unending. She felt her own orgasm slowly approaching, her breathing became deeper, and from her mouth came little cries, not of fear any longer, but of mounting pleasure.
"Oh, wow, it's gittin' to her," said Curt, his free hand playing with his penis, which he had taken out of his pants, projecting obscenely in front of him, barely inches from her head.
"Sure it is," said Smiley, who was also masturbating himself as he watched.
Elton's deep laugh blended with their voices and Jason's grunting. Janice closed her eyes, trying to blot out the scene, hoping that some miracle would happen, and she would wake up and it would all be a terrible nightmare. It wasn't happening; she was dreaming. Or she was fantasizing while she masturbated herself, like she used to? Yes, that was it; Jason's cock wasn't that much thicker than her finger. It was her own finger, and she was lying in her own bed at home, and her mind was filled with all manner of obscene things like she used to dream up occasionally in her wilder moments. She was being pushed up to her climax by her own finger; that was it. Oh, more to the right; touch the clitoris, that's what counted... Yes, yes. Oh, Jesus, sweet Jesus, she was coming. Her hips writhed and her vagina contracted even more, and she felt her flesh grip the rod within her. Jason let out a scream of delight. "I'm there, I'm shootin'!" he shouted, and at that moment, her own juices flowed as her insides convulsed and she shrieked herself. It wasn't her voice, it couldn't be, as the shrill tones filled the room; "Fuck me, fuck me, shove it in, all the way, let me have it. Let me have it all, every bit of it. Fuck me, you big-cocked bastard!" Her mouthings combined with Jason's orgasmic groans, and Elton, Smiley and Curt laughed loudly as they realized what was happening. Curt jerked his penis even faster, pulling the foreskin over the head, and squeezing hard. "Me, too," he shouted, and held his penis over Janice's face as he ejaculated, spilling great gobs of his seed over her eyes and nose, dripping down into her mouth, load after load.
"Lick it up, lick it!" he shouted, pushing his penis towards her mouth. She felt the pulsating head touch her lips, and tasted the globs of come dripping out of the slit. "Lick it, goddamnit," he shouted again, and she opened her mouth and put her tongue out, licking the broad, flat head with its oozing come. It was salty to her taste. "Suck it, suck it," he commanded, and she took it between her lips, sucking the last of his come from his tube while her vagina continued its contractions around Jason's softening shaft. Elton and Smiley were laughing loudly, and Janice was dimly aware of the room, of their presence, of everything. Her mind seemed to leave her body, and from a thousand years away she heard her mother's voice again: "No girl does things with a man before she's married. Only whores do that." She pushed Curt's cock out with her tongue and screamed loudly.
Jason lifted his body and stood up beside the bed, his penis dangling between his legs, limp and shriveled. Elton grinned and looked down at Janice.
"Okay, I'm next," he said, "But I want her to undress me. I dig that."
He stood before her.
"Let her hands go," he said, and Curt stepped away, a look of doubt on his face.
"She ain't goin' nowhere," said Elton. "Come on, Janice, undress me."
She sat up, conscious that her crotch was wet and sticky and her breasts were covered with teeth marks from Jason's passionate biting. With trembling hands, she reached out and started undoing Elton's shirt buttons. She noticed that his crotch was bulging.
"Yes, he's up and ready," he said, observing her look at his fly. "And he'll make you feel a lot better than that last fuck." He glanced over at Jason's skinny body. "Hey, feller, you're gonna see a real man's cock now," he said proudly, putting his hands on his hips and looking down at Janice's trembling fingers. She looked up at him, and bit her lip.
"You bastard," she breathed. A moment later, his shirt fell open, and she started on his pants, slowly undoing the belt buckle and then the large metal buttons of his jeans. She remembered wondering why he had buttons instead of a zipper; but then, he wasn't a drugstore cowboy. He was a real one; Emily had said so, but she had also said how proud she was that he had turned out so well. She wondered whether he treated Emily with such sadistic violence and such disregard for the niceties of affection. Maybe he treated her better because he worked for her; he had to. With Janice, it was obviously just sex for sex's sake, and very violent sex at that. A good Texas fuck, as he had said to her earlier. Her trembling fingers reached the final button, and she pulled at the pants. As they slid down, his sex sprang out, and she saw again its enormous thickness, its length, everything about it which he had thrust into her earlier that night. Oh, God, suddenly she remembered how big it was; how it had hurt penetrating her anus; how much pain she had endured beneath him while he pounded away at her. She drew back, a look of fear upon her face. He looked down at her and laughed. "He's big, ain't he?"
He pulled off his pants, threw his shirt across the room, and stood, his penis jutting forth, and proudly waved it at her.
"See?" He turned to the others, to Jason in particular, whose eyes were bugging out as he stared at Elton's organ. "That's a cock for you, and you're gonna see her take every inch of it up that hot little box of hers."
Smiley and Curt grabbed her and pulled her backward on the bed. She cried out, and they all laughed. Jason moved over to the edge of the bed and watched as Elton climbed on, kneeling between her thighs and bringing the head of his penis down to her moist and dripping cunt. Slowly he inserted the end, and she gasped as she felt it touch her clitoris and send chills through her body.
"OOOOOOH!" She screamed out and began twisting, trying to break free from the strong arms that held her.
Elton laughed softly and bent forward so that his face was directly above hers. He looked down at her.
"Look at it, baby, watch it go into you," he said, and defiantly she closed her eyes. His hand came down and belted her across the cheek. She whimpered and opened her eyes. Slowly she gazed down toward the spot where their bodies were fused together by the length of his penis.
"That's better," said Elton. "Half the fun's watching, I always say."
Janice looked, her cheek smarting from the blow and her eyes watery; slowly she saw the incredible length penetrate her vagina, sliding in along the canal already wet and slippery from Jason's come and her own juices. Elton groaned.
"Jeez, that's good," he whispered. "Still as tight as ever."
Smiley glared at him.
"You've screwed her before?"
"Sure. I fucked her tonight, 'bout two hours ago. In front and in the ass. She's a good lay, take it from me."
Smiley guffawed.
"Me 'n Curt's bin there before you," he smirked. "We had her out on the range today." Elton's face grew red.
"You sons of bitches," he rasped. "You'll fuck anything, won't you?"
"Goddamn right," said Curt. "Same as you, Elton."
Janice began struggling again, and her hips moved around Elton's prick, tightening and sliding, and he moaned.
"Just you keep that up," he said softly. "It feels extry good when you do that."
Janice at once tried to stop moving. Dammit, she thought, if it makes him feel better, I'll hold still. I won't move a muscle. But she found herself unable to control the involuntary jerkings of her pelvis, and as the waves of ecstasy washed over her she only increased her movements. She reached for him, put her arms around his muscular shoulders, and pulled him down on top of her, searching for his mouth with her own, her tongue licking him. Elton pulled away and grinned at the others.
"I told you she gets turned on by my dick," he said, and then began humping her violently, in and out, while he closed his mouth over hers and kissed her passionately.
Janice abandoned herself completely at that moment; she knew it was no use resisting any longer, and the feeling that went through her from Elton's penis was too wonderful to deny. He knew how to fuck; he knew exactly how to move his hips to rub his massive organ against her clitoris, then all the way up into her vagina, turning and twisting at the same time to give and get the utmost in pleasure from the act. She gasped and her hands clawed at his back, and she raised her legs, wrapping them around his waist.
Jason whistled and gave a cowboy yell.
"Lookit that ass go," he cried, and he crawled up behind them, lowering his face to her buttocks, and pushing his tongue out to lick her anus. Janice felt the hot flesh against her, and she squirmed even more from the sensations it gave her. Curt and Smiley were busy undressing, and as their clothes dropped from their bodies they came forward onto the bed, climbing on and lying, one on each side, observing and rubbing their penises up against her body.
Curt seized her left breast, held it flat, and pushed his cock into the fold of flesh, fucking in and out. Smiley pulled her right arm down, bent it at the elbow, and pushed his penis into the joint, fucking her there.
Janice felt herself floating off the bed; she was being impaled by Elton's enormous cock; she was being licked by Jason; and on either side Curt and Smiley were achieving their kicks from her body. She was the center of their attention, and her mind broke; she was riding the crest of pure sensation, physical and mental. There was no pain now; it was pure sexual pleasure, the utmost in gratification, having four young men paying her attention as she had never dreamed possible.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried out. "Let me have it all, every one of you. Come on, give it to me!"
Elton laughed and continued thrusting, resting his rear end on the head of Jason, who sucked her anus frantically, masturbating his penis with one hand while the other caressed her buttocks, rubbing her skin.
Janice felt the pressure of Curt's cock on her breast, and his breath came in strained gasps as he forced his sex back and forth. Smiley merely sat there, pulling and pushing his penis against her bent arm.
"Suck it, suck it," Smiley said, lifting her arm so that the end of his penis projected toward her mouth. Without hesitation, Janice opened her mouth and took the large flat red head between her lips, sucking it with all the force she could muster. He moaned and lifted himself higher to get more of it into her. Finally he straddled her, squeezing between Elton's body and her own, pushing his penis deep into her mouth. She felt the head jam into her throat and she almost gagged, but adjusted and began sucking it, taking the shaft in her fingers, playing with it and with his balls, rotating them as she sucked up and down, tasting the musky odor of his crotch and the saltiness of his lube that was being squeezed down his tube and out the wide slit at the end.
Elton put his arms around Smiley, holding on to preserve his balance. He was pivoting on his penis, buried within her vagina, feeling her tight contractions around his shaft.
"Go baby, go," he muttered, closing his eyes and concentrating on the exquisite sensations which were moving up from his crotch through every part of his body. "Goddamn, what a fuck!"
Jason moved out, overcome by Elton's weight, and he sat up, watching, while his hand manipulated his penis quickly. His eyes were popping out of his head, and a stupid look of rapture covered his face.
"Ain't never seen anything like this," he muttered, "and I've done a heap of fucking."
"Shut up," said Elton, whose orgasm was beginning to build. He closed his eyes and thrust his rock-hard rod deep into her, holding it there for a moment, rotating his hips, and then slowly withdrawing, feeling her vagina grip him and her stomach quiver. He let his hands trail down her legs, feeling her smooth flesh and digging his fingers into her.
"Make it good, baby," he said loudly. "I'm almost there."
Janice heard him, and instinctively she tightened herself even more, feeling the answering jerking in his penis. He cried out and then thrust forward viciously, burying the head deep in her; at that moment Janice felt her own climax burst forth and her juices mingle with his that shot out, load after load, into her. She moaned and squeezed Smiley's cock even harder with her fingers, and he cried out. A moment later, she tasted the hot salty come that discharged into her mouth. She let it lie there, tasting it on her tongue, then swallowed, and he pushed in, jamming the head in her throat, where it lay, pulsating as the last of his ejaculation came pouring out into her.
Elton slowly softened and pulled out. She lowered her legs and he moved back, squatting down on his haunches and looking at her. Smiley pulled his prick out of her mouth and collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily and moaning.
Curt swung his leg over her, and his penis, still hard, descended to her crotch, filling the space just left by Elton. Janice gasped, not from its size, but from the impact. He rammed it in so fast it almost took her breath away. His mouth came to hers, and he began licking her lips.
Elton laughed. "Oh, wow, lookit Curt go," he said, and the others stared as Curt's tight rear end jerked up and down, the muscles flexing as he entered her and withdrew, his penis thick and shiny as it emerged, then wham! back in again, and Janice felt herself growing numb. She was aware that she had a large penis within her vagina, but she had just completed an orgasm; she was ready to let her passion subside for a while. Instead she was being pounded harder and harder; instinctively she knew Curt couldn't last long. He was almost there; in a few moments he cried out, grabbed her shoulders, and rammed himself in as he shot great gobs into her, crying out at the same time. Elton's laughter blended with Curt's cries, and Janice mentally breathed a sigh of relief. It was over; they had all come. Maybe now they would let her go and the horror would be over. But was it horror?
Hadn't she really joined in the orgy as Elton had rammed himself into her? Hadn't she really loved that part of it? Hell, she had loved every inch of his cock that violated her.
She had even loved sucking on Smiley's penis, wide, flat and with that incredible taste that she had only recently grown to know and recognize, and... yes, and enjoy. She stared around at them; with the exception of Jason, who was truly a pitiful-looking apology for a young man, they were all well-built, muscular, and handsome. And their penises were exceptional. They hadn't hurt her, so why shouldn't she enjoy it? She was the center of their sexual attentions, and she felt filled with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.
Her face broke into a smile and she looked over at Elton.
"How about a cigarette?" she asked.
They all laughed, and Elton reached for his shirt and handed her a Lucky, then lit it for her. She scooted back on the bed and lay smoking and staring at them. They were very attractive, and she loved to look at them. For the first time in her life she had no sense of shame, no embarrassment at being naked in front of them; they were naked, too, and their bodies, shiny with sweat, and their cocks, slick from the action, filled her with a wonderful sense of eroticism.
"You look well and truly fucked," said Curt, moving over and lying down next to her, touching her breasts gently.
"I ought to," she replied.
"And you sound like you enjoyed it," said Smiley.
"Sure she did," snapped Elton. "I know these professional virgins. They scream and carry on, but they love it."
"I like it when you don't get nasty," said Janice softly. "You can be very gentle, Elton. But then you can be a bastard."
"So what?"
She shrugged.
"I've fucked lots of chicks," said Elton seriously. "And they all like a little rough stuff. I know. You're no exception." He took a deep breath. "You've had one of the best with me, baby. I bet your boyfriend in Dallas won't do as well."
"He can match you," snapped Janice. "Even though he hasn't screwed me yet, I know how big he is. I felt it once."
They all laughed loudly.
"She felt it," cried Smiley. "Don't tell me you didn't do more'n that?"
Janice shook her head. "You ought to know," she snapped icily. "You and Curt were the first, yesterday."
"Yeah, it was yesterday. It's after midnight," said Curt, looking at his watch. "Hey, guys, let's get on back. I got a date waiting at the Stompede."
Janice stared at him disbelievingly.
"You... you've got a date?"
"Sure," he replied calmly. "So's Smiley. And Emily'll be waiting for Elton. We're gonna spend the rest of the night in bed with someone else, baby. You were just for starters."
Janice looked from one to the other, and finally at Jason, who had remained quiet, looking on, feeling his penis softly with one hand.
"I don't believe it," she gasped faintly. "After this, you're still going to-"
"Sure. We can fuck all night and still come back for one more piece of pussy for breakfast," said Curt. "There's nothing hornier than a cowboy, you ought to know that."
Elton laughed loudly and came over to Janice, bending down and kissing her quickly.
"Thanks," he murmured. "You've been the best fuck I've had all week. Come back soon."
She reached up and slapped his face hard. He recoiled, raising his hand to his cheek; then he grinned.
"Well, like I said, they all like a little rough stuff," he said, and turned, grabbing his clothes off the floor. "Come on, guys, let's get out of here."
Jason stood up and stared at Janice.
"I ain't goin' nowhere," he said loudly. "I reckon she can stay here and fuck with me all night."
"Not a hope," said Elton. "Come on, Janice, get dressed. We'll take you back to your car. You ain't of a mind to stay with this..." He indicated Jason with a contemptuous wave of his hand.
"Hell, no," said Janice, sliding her legs over the edge of the bed. "No offense, Jason. You just don't appeal to me."
"Son-of-a-bitch!" said Jason.
In silence, they all dressed, and Elton put his arm round her waist and led her downstairs to the car.
As she slipped behind the wheel, she looked up at them.
"Good-bye," she said softly.
"So long, baby," said Elton. "Don't think it hasn't been fun. Come back and see us. Maybe you'll get tired of that boyfriend and want a little fucking that means something."
"Dreamer," she snapped. "I'll see you all in hell first."
With a roar, the engine started and she jammed her foot on the gas pedal and let in the clutch. With a scream of tires, the MG took off, churning up the dust in their faces. Elton cursed loudly and wiped his eyes.
"Little bitch," he muttered, and then he broke out laughing. "Jeez, she's something else again."
Smiley nodded.
"Yeah, but she still has the tightest pussy in Texas."
With a laugh, they climbed into their car, and with a roar from the souped-up engine took off in the direction of Bandera.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Janice stretched lazily and looked out the window at the waning sunshine. She glanced at her wristwatch. It was four-thirty. She had slept since nine that morning.
Carefully she moved her buttocks, flexing them for any indication of pain, but other than a slight stiffness she felt no discomfort. She smiled to herself, and her mind fled back to the last two days. It was truly incredible; she had left Dallas, intent on a few weeks of rest and relaxation, riding, sunning and visiting. And here she was, back again, and after a series of experiences that she would never have dreamed of. A pang of remorse crossed her consciousness, but she pushed it away; it hadn't been her fault. And even though she had enjoyed certain moments, that was only natural. After all, what girl wouldn't enjoy being impaled by someone as beautiful as Elton, or even Smiley and Curt? They were all outstanding specimens of manhood, and they had the equipment to prove it. She smiled to herself at the memory. What a difference it all made!
She reached over to the nightstand for her cigarette, and moments later was leaning back against the pillows, puffing lazily. She heard a slight noise, and the bedroom door opened and Mrs. Beecher's face peered round.
"Come in, Mother," said Janice. "I'm awake."
Mrs. Beecher floated in on a cloud of Chanel and sat down on the edge of the bed, her accusing face staring at Janice.
"Well, maybe now you can explain what happened," she said in her most authoritative voice.
"What do you mean?"
"You know good and well what I mean. I got a phone call from Emily at ten o'clock this morning, wanting to know if you were here. I told her yes, you'd arrived and were asleep. Emily sounded very odd. Quite unlike her usual self. Did you have an argument with her or what?"
Janice sighed and shook her head.
"Mother, we had no argument. I just decided perhaps I'd been hasty and came back. That's all there is to it."
"Well, you might at least have waited till the morning and said goodbye to Emily. I'm sure she's most offended at your behavior. It's odd, to say the least, and quite unlike you, Janice. I've always brought you up to be aware of manners and social conduct."
"Yes, Mother, I know. If I offended Emily, I'm sorry. I'll write her and apologize. I'm sure she'll understand. After all, she knows I'm about to be married, and she'll know I would rather be with Glenn than down there, honestly."
Mrs. Beecher sniffed and took one of Janice's cigarettes.
"You were in such an all-fired hurry to get out of Dallas, I figured you'd be gone for at least a couple of weeks. And I think it would have been a good idea, too."
"Mother, please stop worrying, and stop nagging at me."
Mrs. Beecher's eyes opened wide and her eyebrows disappeared into her hair.
"Stop nagging! When have I ever nagged you, Janice?"
Janice sighed impatiently.
"Mother, you've been nagging at me for years, and I guess this is as good time as any to tell you I'm sick of it. I'm about to be a married woman myself, and I think I'm old enough to make my own decisions without always being told I'm wrong, or acting strangely, or whatever you think it is. So stop it, okay?"
"Well, I declare!"
Mrs. Beecher puffed furiously and stared at Janice. Her eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips.
"Something happened down there, believe me, she said. "I know the signs. Something happened, and I intend to find out what."
"Mother, please!"
They were silent for a moment, staring at each other like two opponents looking for an opening.
"Janice, you can tell me," said Mrs. Beecher finally, her voice softening. "Did someone upset you, or what? I can tell you're not the same. You've got a look about you that wasn't there before."
Janice laughed.
"Mother, I had a wonderful time. Emily took me to the Stompede last night. I danced for hours, and then Elton (you remember him, don't you?)... well, he took me home, I mean, back to the ranch and then after a while I just decided to drive back to Dallas. By that time, I felt sure Emily would be in bed, or drunk or whatever, so I just left. There's nothing wrong in that. And there's nothing wrong with me, please, Mother."
"Very well. We'll leave it at that, then." Mrs. Beecher rose and mashed her cigarette in the ashtray. "Are you getting up now? Dinner'll be ready at six-thirty. We're eating early because your father's taking me to the opera tonight."
"I'll be down soon."
Mrs. Beecher stopped in the middle of the room and gazed at herself in the mirror on the far wall. She straightened her dress and turned to Janice with her old familiar smile.
"Say, honey, do you think I should wear the blue sequin dress or the white chiffon?"
"The blue sequin, definitely," said Janice without cracking a smile. "After all, it is the most expensive dress you own, Mother."
"Yes, of course. Yes, I'll wear the blue sequin. It'll match my eyes, anyway."
With a wave of her hand, Mrs. Beecher left the room. Janice relaxed in the bed and grinned to herself. Her mother's concern over her dress was old hat to her; her mother had over two hundred dresses, many of them worn but once. And she always asked Janice's advice, and Janice instinctively knew what to say. It was one of those games that she knew by heart.
After a few minutes she slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom. She took off her nightgown and stood naked in front of the mirror. Yes, she looked the same; there was no physical change in her at all. Her breasts did have several pale blue marks around the nipples, but nothing serious. She knew they would fade by the next day. Even at sports, whenever she was bruised by a fall, she seldom showed a mark, and if she did it was usually gone in a day. She remembered the doctor once saying that she was a fast healer. Maybe that's why she felt no discomfort in her rear end; Elton's sadistic attack was not as harmful as she imagined it might be. She put her fingers between her buttocks and felt her anus. It was a little tender, she had to admit; but nothing like the way it felt shortly after his penetration.
She spread her legs and inserted her fingers into her labia, opening herself up and gazing into her fleshy folds. No sign of anything there, and no pain at all. Her finger lingered on her clitoris, touching it briefly. The sensual thrill that flashed through her served only to remind her of what she had experienced that morning above a truck stop on the highway to Bandera.
Yes, she had experienced quite a lot since she took off. And despite the bad moments, she felt a glow of satisfaction that she finally, at last, knew what it was all about.
But what about Glenn? She knew she would be seeing him before they were married; it was inevitable. And considering his remarks, she wondered whether she ought to give in to him, just once, in order to eliminate any problems on their wedding night.
After all, their big hassle had been over her resistance to any intimacy with him; he himself had stated that they had better not see each other for a while because he couldn't stand the frustration. Well, now that she was broken in, she could very well submit to him, perhaps in the car out at White Rock Lake, where it would be dark and he wouldn't be able to check for bloodstains. Yes, that was it! If she let him do it in the car, there would be no way for him to find out whether she was a virgin or not. And when he put it in, she could squirm and scream like it was hurting a lot, and he'd think he was breaking her hymen. The more Janice thought about it, the more excited she became.
She felt her finger probing her clitoris once more, and she felt shivers of delight as her thoughts combined with her actions; she closed her eyes and imagined Glenn's penis sliding into her, bring her to the heights of fulfillment that she had felt with Elton. Oh, yes, yes, Glenn... Glenn....
Janice opened her eyes and reality returned. With a sigh, she pulled her fingers out of her crotch and let the bath water run in the tub. Yes, she'd take a nice long hot bath, get prettied up, have dinner, and then call Glenn. She knew he'd want to see her, especially if she intimated what she was willing to try.
She giggled at the thought and stepped into the tub, allowing the water to bubble around her feet as she lay back, thrilled to the core with the sheer genius of her plan. This way she'd never have to worry on her honeymoon night!
By the time she had finished bathing and was dressed in a nice frilly feminine dress, her heart was dancing and she decided she had never felt better in her life. And looking at herself in the mirror, she knew she had never looked better. Her cheeks held some color and her eyes sparkled mischievously. If only her mother knew! She laughed out loud at the thought. She could picture her mother's face, completely horror-struck, and the words that might come tumbling out of her mouth. For the first time in her life, Janice felt she had one over on her mother. And Mrs. Beecher would never know!
She went downstairs and joined her parents in the living room. Her father looked very handsome in his tuxedo. He lifted his face and accepted her dutiful kiss, and then he glowed as he took a second careful glance at her.
"My, girl, you're looking lovely tonight," he said gruffly. "I'm real proud of you."
Janice simpered and made a mock bow.
"Thank you, kindly," she said, and her eyes twinkled as she saw her mother, staring hard at her, with almost an approving look on her heavily made-up face.
"I must say, Janice, for two days away from home, you've come back a new girl. Almost the little woman."
"You know what Emily always says: you leave your troubles behind when you come to the Mayan Ranch. I think it's true."
They all laughed and went into the dining room.
Janice stood at the front door and waved her arm gaily as her parents drove off in their new white Continental. She had to admit they made a handsome pair. For all her faults, Mrs. Beecher was a good-looking woman; and she complemented her husband in every way, except perhaps sexually. But that was something no one talked about.
Janice turned back, went to the telephone in the study and dialed Glenn's number. After three rings, she heard a click, and his familiar voice answered.
"Hello."
"Glenn? It's Janice."
There was no doubt about the joy in his voice. "Janice! Where are you? In Bandera?"
"No, stupid. I'm home. You want to come and get me?"
"Of course. But why... why did you come back so soon?"
"Because I couldn't stand being away from you Oh, Glenn, I've missed you, honey. I want to be with you tonight."
"Sure, sure. I'll be right over."
"I'll be waiting."
"I love you, Janice."
"I love you, too, stupid."
She hung up and sat back in the chair, giggling to herself. She reached for a cigarette and relaxed, smoking. By the time she mashed the butt in the ashtray, she heard his car pull up outside. With her heart beating, she ran to the door and flung it open just as he was running up the steps. They met in the doorway, and his lips were hard and demanding on hers, and she opened her mouth and let her tongue play with his, while his hands went around her and held her close. Breathlessly they broke apart, and Glenn stood back, his eyes traveling over her face, down over her body, and then back to her face, and he grinned happily.
"Jesus Christ, you look good," he whispered. "I've miss you, too."
"Come in," she said, taking his hand and leading him into the house. "Mother and Dad have gone to the opera."
Glenn raised an eyebrow.
"You mean we're alone in the house?"
She nodded. "Except for the servants."
"So? They won't interrupt."
Her eyes opened in mock horror, her favorite expression when Glenn's words became suggestive.
"Why, Mr. Harrington, sir! You're not suggesting anything indecent to a lady, now are you?"
"Goddamn right I am," he said roughly, grabbing her and kissing her passionately. She felt his hands sink into the flesh on her back and shoulders, and she pressed her hips against him, feeling his sex pushing through his pants.
"Janice...."
"I know. I know. And I want it, too. I do. I want you tonight, Glenn. Why do you think I came back? I was so stupid before."
He stood back and stared disbelievingly at her.
"Do you know what you're saying?"
She nodded, her eyes meeting his without any fear.
"Yes. I want you. In every way. I always have, but I've been too afraid. Now I'm not afraid. I've had time to think about it. It's silly, really. After all, we're going to get married, so why not?"
He grinned at her and kissed her briefly, his hands hugging her to him.
"Oh, Janice, I don't believe it. Oh, darling, I love you so much."
"Of course, it wouldn't be wise here."
"No, no, I'm not that anxious for a shotgun wedding."
She laughed.
"Why don't we go out to White Rock Lake? It might be fun alone, under the trees, just you and me and the moonlight."
He smiled.
"That sounds good. You and me and the moonlight."
"I'll get my sweater and be right down."
"You hurry. I'm all hot to trot now."
She looked down very pointedly at his crotch, which showed evidence of his excitement.
"Hm..." she murmured. "I can see that. Keep him that way. I'll be only a minute."
Glenn gasped and shook his head.
"You sure have changed," he said softly.
"Sure I have," she said gaily as she ran out of the living room and up to her bedroom for her sweater.
Ten minutes later she was sitting in his car, cuddling up close while he zoomed down Central Expressway towards Northwest Highway, which would take them out to the lake and to their private secluded spot that each knew so well.
Janice let her hand rest on Glenn's thigh as he drove, and her fingers gently caressed his skin through the material. She kept her hand a respectable distance from his crotch, although every instinct in her urged her to slide her fingers up and seize the bulge which she knew was there. He had both hands on the wheel, but he stole a frequent glance at her. She smiled at him in the darkness and squeezed his thigh.
"I can't wait," she whispered.
"Neither can I," he replied. "I'm ready now. Why don't you feel him?"
She giggled, knowing that this was the signal she had been waiting for. Slowly she ran her hand up and came to rest on the hard lump between his legs. He let out a gasp, and she felt his penis throb as her fingers closed around it.
"Oh, Janice, Janice," he murmured, and took one hand off the steering wheel and put it around her shoulder.
Very gently she massaged his rod, up and down, feeling the skin sliding back and forth over the head. It was big, she could tell, perhaps not as big as Elton's had been, but big. Her mouth watered at the thought of closing her lips around it and feeling it push into her. She remembered the taste of the cocks she had sucked in Bandera, the feel of the flesh in her mouth and the warm saltiness of the come shooting into her throat. In her excitement, she squeezed his penis harder, and he gasped.
"Quit that," he said, "You don't want me to come in my pants, do you?"
She laughed.
"Hell, no. In me, but not in your pants."
"Oh, Christ, Janice. You have changed," he muttered, spinning the wheel around as he turned off to drive around the lake. "What's got into you?"
"Nothing you could imagine," she said truthfully.
The car purred along the smooth blacktop, and then pumped over the ground and into their little clump of trees. When they were well and truly hidden from the road, Glenn switched off the engine and killed the lights, and as darkness descended he reached for her urgently, his lips closing over hers. She released his crotch and they embraced, her breasts pushing against his chest. She felt her nipples hardening and her loins tingle with anticipation.
His tongue licked her mouth and pushed inside, and they sat, embracing, while his hands strayed over her body, coming to rest on her bosom, his fingers kneading her breasts eagerly. Clumsily he reached down and undid the buttons and then reached around her back for the bra. As it fell away her breasts sprang forth, and he bent his mouth to take them one by one between his lips.
Janice moaned with supreme ecstasy; this time it wasn't Elton, or Smiley, or Curt. It was Glenn, and all her tender feelings for him sprang uppermost in her mind. No longer was there the guilt, the remorse; that was left behind her, drained out of her by the trauma of her rape in Bandera. Now she was with the one man she loved; and she knew it was right; this was what she had always wanted. And now he was with her, and they were alone, and his mouth was working around her breasts, exciting them with his tongue, while his hands crept down her body, feeling her, sliding up her legs and covering her mound, which already was wet and sticky with her juices. Oh, God, did she want him! She moved her hips, spreading her legs, allowing his fingers to pull her panties aside and gain entrance to her cavern of desire, hot, pulsating desire. As his fingers touched her clitoris, she gave a little cry, and then she remembered.
Oh, yes, she mustn't forget to cry out, to twist and turn when his penis entered her, to make sure he got the impression he was breaking her for the first time. He must never know. It must always be her secret. Like her parents, he must always think he was the first, that she saved herself just for him.
His finger probed her and began the slow sensuous movement against her clitoris. Her loins were on fire, and her entire body began trembling.
"Oh, Glenn, I want you, I want you," she muttered, and her voice was low and husky.
He raised up and kissed her gently.
"Take him out," he whispered. "I love it being taken out."
Her fingers trembled as she groped for his zipper, and the sound as it slid down was like ten thousand tympani in her ears. He sighed and stretched back in the seat, allowing her easier access. She felt inside and touched the hardness pushing against his shorts. She fumbled, found the opening, and reached inside. Firm flesh greeted her fingers, and as she closed around the shaft and pulled it out, he gave a loud groan and moved his hips upward. She felt his penis flex and jerk slightly.
She gripped the skin, and slid it back. In the dim light filtering through the windows, she could see the bright red head exposed, shiny, with a drop of lube coming out of the wide slit at the end. Oh, sweet Jesus, what a beautiful cock! It might not be as monstrous as Elton is, nor as thick as Curt's, nor as white and smooth as Smiley's... but it was a beautiful cock. Without a moment's hesitation, Janice lowered her head and closed her lips around the end. As it slid into her mouth, she heard Glenn gasp, and then a moment later he pulled her head up. His face was livid.
"I didn't come here for that," he snapped. "And since when do you suck cock?"
Janice recoiled as though he had slapped her.
"Glenn... I love you."
"I asked you a question."
She shook her head uncomprehendingly.
"But... but that's what every girl is supposed, to do," she said falteringly. "I read it in one of those sex books."
"Well, for chrissake, I didn't expect you to go down quite so eagerly."
She set her mouth in a firm line and moved away slightly.
"We came here to..." She almost said it, but stopped herself in time. But he completed the sentence for her.
"Yes, we came here to fuck," he snapped. "And that's what I plan to do. I can get any whore to suck me off for five bucks. I want more than that from you."
He pushed her back on the seat and eased his body toward her, his penis pushing up between her legs.
"Be gentle, Glenn," she whispered. "You're the first."
He laughed roughly.
"If you've sucked cock before, you've fucked before," he said. "I've been a real stooge, haven't I? Well, you'll find out what a real fuck is like right now."
She pushed him away.
"Who said I said I sucked cock before?" she cried, her voice tight with anger. "And who said I'd screwed before?"
"I said so, that's who," said Glenn, his voice rising angrily. "So shut up and spread your legs. I'm coming home."
Oh, God, why this way? Janice's mind reeled before this change of attitude on his part. She had never dreamed he would react like that; it just didn't make sense. Why couldn't he have just let her go ahead and suck his penis? That's what she really wanted, at least for a starts And he had such a lovely one, too.
He pushed her farther back as he adjusted himself, and she felt his rock-hard organ pushing up between her legs. With a muffled curse, he sat up.
"Take your goddamn panties off," he rasped.
Without a word, she slid them down past her knees and leaned back, extending her arms towards him.
"Please, Glenn, be nice," she entreated him. "I'm sorry if I upset you. I just thought that's what you wanted to start with. Please, darling, don't spoil our first time together."
"You've already done that," he snapped. "But by damn, I'm not going to let you get away without getting what I came here for."
"You mean you only came here to fuck me?"
It was the first time she had used that word with him, and the way she snapped it out, she knew, sounded almost obscene. He glared at her, and she could tell his eyes were flashing, even in the dimness.
"Yes. I came here to fuck you. What the hell do you think I came here for?" he almost shouted. "So lie back and let's get on with it."
Oh, God, she never expected things to work out this way. It was almost as though he didn't love her; it was almost as though she was just another girl he was screwing for the night. Oh, Glenn, why, why? Reluctantly she lay back, and he came forward, and this time his penis pushed all the way up and the end touched her mound. She began moaning, and her hands clawed at his shoulders. Make it good, she thought, make it like he's really breaking you in. Make like it's your first time, and he's the best you'll ever get. Don't ever let him know the truth. Don't ever let him know that you've already been screwed by three of the biggest cocks in Texas, far bigger than his, and by men far handsomer, and with more on the ball than he has. More on the ball... She giggled foolishly, and right at that moment she felt him penetrate her labia, and the head of his penis touched her clitoris and she cried out. Now, now was when she should make like it's hurting.
She contracted her muscles and her vaginal walls gripped his shaft tightly. She screamed softly; it shouldn't be too loud. But just loud enough to make him think he was hurting her.
He paused momentarily, and then slowly pushed again.
"Glenn... ooooh, wait, wait a moment."
He paused, and his hands came to her breasts and began tweaking the nipples. Then with a sudden thrust, he entered her completely. Taken unaware, she felt him slide all the way in, and she moaned in ecstasy. Oh, goddamn, that felt good. Instinctively, she began moving her hips, pushing herself up toward him, trying to get him even farther into her wet, warm canal that was enclosing his rod. He grunted, and his hands came round her shoulder.
"Oh, Glenn, oh, that hurt."
"You goddamn little liar." The words cut the air like red-hot cinders sparking from a fireplace. "You're not cherry, and you know it."
"I never said I was cherry," she replied, and inspiration hit once again. "But it's the first time with you; you know it."
"Then how come I slide in as easy as a pig's ass?"
"Because I broke my hymen years ago, riding," she snapped, hoping that her anger would lend believable vehemence to her words, "If you don't believe me, ask my mother. Only I'd like to see you explain why you're asking her."
He paused a moment, his penis still within her, and he laughed.
"Shit, you've got all the answers, haven't you?"
"You're goddamn right," she replied coolly. "And they're all true. So get on with fucking me; that's what we came for, like you said."
There was a silence, and Janice felt his penis soften slightly within her. Then he shook his head, and his hand came up and touched her cheek.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I don't know what got into me just then. But..."
"Forget it," she said, knowing that she had won. "Please, Glenn, fuck me. Fuck me good. I love you, and I want you."
She moved her hips, tightening her vagina around his shaft, and she felt it jerk and respond. Seconds later, it was completely hard again as he grabbed her and began humping in and out, his mouth sucking her breasts and his breath coming in frantic gasps. She moved her body in rhythm with his, and together they rocked, not in the most comfortable position, but with sublime ecstasy suffusing their bodies.
He began moaning, and then his fingers grabbed her violently and he cried out, "Oh, Christ, I'm coming... Oh, Janice, Janice..." And she felt his rod expand and throb, and then her cunt was awash with his seed. The knowledge of his orgasm, albeit such a fast one, pushed Janice on herself. She writhed and twisted, feeling his maleness deep within her, and she felt her own climax approaching. His cock was rubbing against her clitoris and the end was buried deep inside her vagina, and then she cried out as her body convulsed, and her own juices joined his, running down her crevice and out between her legs. He continued thrashing, plunging himself in and out, even after his penis had started to slacken. Then with a moan he relaxed and pulled out lying on top of her, moaning.
"Oh, Janice, honey, that was wonderful, that was the greatest, oh, Janice, Janice..."
She patted his head, and kissed him gently.
"It was wonderful for me, too," she whispered. "Just like I always dreamed it would be."
"I'm sorry I came so fast," he apologized, "but I was so steamed up. I'm sorry. Next time..."
She shushed him. "Next time it'll be even better," she said. "And next time I'm going to suck your cock first, whether you like it or not. Not only whores suck cock, remember. I have that on the best authority."
He grinned at her. "I'm a stubborn cuss," he said softly, "but then that's the way I am."
"You're not stubborn, you're strange," Janice said, feeling suddenly very womanly and wise. "Just because things didn't happen the way you thought they would doesn't mean they're all wrong. And I have my side of things, too." She took his face in her hands and stared directly into his eyes. "If I want to try sucking your cock, it's because I love you, not because I've done it before or anything like that."
He kissed her quickly and nodded.
"I'm sorry."
"Okay. Now lean back. I'm going to try something. A few minutes ago was the first time we've fucked, right?"
"Yes."
"So now'll be the first time I've sucked your cock, too. And don't tell me you're not going to enjoy it."
She fumbled between his legs and found his penis, soft and sticky. Her fingers closed around it and slowly pulled the skin back and forth. She felt an answering twitch.
"He'll be up again in a minute," Glenn said, almost apologetically.
"I'll make sure he is," said Janice, and her head went down, her lips closing around the soft flesh, encompassing it totally within her mouth and flicking her tongue under the foreskin and across the cockslit. He jumped, and his hand came down on her hair.
"Oh, wow, honey, take it easy," he said softly.
She giggled and continued with her ministrations, sucking hard and pulling up. She felt it begin to fill, start to get erect, and slowly it grew until it no longer filled her mouth, but pushed down into her throat and projected beyond her lips. Glenn groaned and began moving his hips, driving it in and out of her. She closed her fingers around the shaft, caressing it; she slid down and took his balls in her hands, rotating them, playing with them, and touching his flesh around his crotch, noting how smooth it was, almost hairless, except just at the base of his penis and balls.
His shaft was smooth and his head flat and wide, but it fitted just perfectly into her mouth, not too large like Elton had been, not thin like Jason; just right, and with a feel to it that drove her passions up to new heights. She had often pictured what Glenn's sex would be like; now she knew, and it was even better than she dreamed. She really didn't enjoy one as big as Elton's that was too big for comfort, even though it did feel great sliding into her vagina. But Glenn's penis was the perfect size, just like everything else about him that she had learned to love over the time they had known each other. Everything he had was exactly what she desired; and now she had his penis within her, she knew that final point was also just what she desired. Her lips closed tighter around his shaft and her tongue licked faster, bringing forth renewed moans of delight from him.
"Christ, Janice, that feels wonderful," he said softly.
She raised up and smiled at him.
"It makes me feel wonderful, too," she replied, and went down on him again.
With a sudden movement, he jerked her head up.
"I'll make you feel even better," he said thickly, and before she could stop him, he had pushed her back and spread her legs. His head dropped and his fingers pulled her labia open, and his tongue pushed into her, licking her clitoris and mouthing her flesh until she felt she couldn't stand it a moment longer, it felt so good. She lay back, moving her hips slightly to increase his penetration, while her hands caressed his hair.
"Oh, Glenn," she breathed. "Suck me, suck me good."
His hands came up and squeezed her breasts, his thumbs covering her nipples and rubbing across them, increasing the shivers of ecstasy that stabbed her every nerve. She felt her orgasm beginning to build again, and with every lick of his tongue she felt her insides churn faster and faster. Then with a cry she held his head firmly against her cunt, while his tongue pushed in deeper, and her canal was awash with her juices as they flowed once more, her vagina contracting and squeezing tightly. With a gasp, he raised up.
"You came?"
She nodded. "Yes, I did. I couldn't help it. You made me feel so wonderful."
"I'm glad."
"Now I want to make you come," she murmured, and she went down on his penis, sucking hard and quickly. She knew he was almost on the point of shooting, and within seconds he had shuddered and grabbed her head and cried out.
She felt his sperm flow into her mouth, tasting its saltiness and letting it slide over her tongue, savoring its freshness before she swallowed and kept sucking until the last drop had been drained from his tube, and she raised up, panting.
"Oh, God, that was the best ever," he said.
He took her in his arms, and they lay silently together. Finally, he kissed her.
"I think we'd better get back," he said. "Otherwise, I'm going to fall asleep here in your arms, and I'd hate for the cops to wake us up in this condition."
She laughed, and separately they adjusted their clothing and sat back. Glenn looked over at her.
"Just another few weeks," he said. "And we can fall asleep naked and wake up that way and no one will give a damn."
"I will," she replied. "But I'll love it. I'd like to spend our entire honeymoon in bed with you."
"You've turned into a sex fiend," he said kiddingly.
"I've always been one," she said, realizing the truth of her words. "I just haven't been able to express myself before."
He laughed.
"And it took two days in Bandera to change you," he said, starting the car. "I'd love to know what happened down there."
She smiled to herself.
"Maybe I'll tell you one day," she answered.
"Tell me now," Glenn said, backing the car out on to the highway and heading down toward Northwest Highway.
"Well, you see there was this bobcat out on the range," Janice said. "I was riding out to look for the old silver mine, and this bobcat came up and said he'd like to have sex with me. Now, you know how I am about bobcats, especially this one, who was real handsome..."
His hand came over and took hers firmly.
"You're full of shit," he said playfully.
"I know," she said simply. "And I do love you, Glenn. Very much."
"I know that," he said. "Christ, I can hardly wait for the wedding now."
"You will," she replied calmly. "Because really there's nothing else we can do but wait. But it'll be worth it."
"Hm..."
"Besides, now we've finally made it, you know what you're getting, and I don't think you'd want to back out now, would you?"
"Not on your life. Not after what happened tonight. I'm getting hard again right now just thinking about it."
She reached over and squeezed his crotch.
"Take care of him until I can," she murmured. "And by that I don't mean what your evil little mind is thinking, either."
They both laughed, and the car roared down the highway and turned on to the Expressway heading for home.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Mrs. Beecher sat in the living room, sipping champagne and nervously picking a hangnail.
"Jesus, what's keeping her?" she said for the hundredth time.
Mr. Beecher turned from the window and shook his head.
"If you don't shut up, goddamnit, I'm going to cancel this wedding," he rasped. "I've got enough problems without your bitching about Janice being late."
"Well, she's been up there two hours. It doesn't take that long to get into a wedding gown, especially with those two girls helping her."
"Shut up, for chrissake. Why aren't you up there with her, for that matter?"
"I told you. Janice said she didn't want me there. She wants to surprise us."
"Huh. Some surprise. We've both seen the dress. I've also seen the bill for it. Thank God we've only got one daughter."
Mrs. Beecher lifted her eyes to her husband and sighed.
"Sometimes I wonder about you, dear," she murmured. "I would've thought this day would be something special for you."
"It is, believe me," he replied in a somewhat softer tone. "It reminds me of our wedding, and Christ knows that was a mess."
Mrs. Beecher looked away and bit her lip.
"It only got to be a mess afterwards," she said sadly. "After I got to be forty."
"All right. All right. This is no time for post-mortems."
She nodded.
"That's the right word. At least now Janice is married, or almost married, you'll feel free to do whatever you want about our situation."
"Oh, shut up."
At that moment, there was a subdued murmur of voices from the top of the stairs, and two bridesmaids came flitting down, their skirts rustling behind them.
"Miz Beecher," said the first one in a pronounced Southern accent, "Janice is coming now."
"Good. The cars are waiting out front."
Mr. Beecher moved to the foot of the stairs and looked up. At the top he saw Janice, her foot on the top step, lifting her train and carefully preparing to descend. He gasped, and his eyes dimmed.
"Oh, baby, you look beautiful." he breathed.
"Thank you, Daddy," she said, and slowly moved down toward him. Mrs. Beecher had come up behind her husband, and stood dabbing her eyes.
"Janice, you're the loveliest bride ever," she said, her voice breaking.
Mr. Beecher held out his hand and took Janice's, and together they moved to the front door. Outside the Continental was waiting, the uniformed chauffeur holding the back door open. Behind it stood the black Cadillac.
Mr. Beecher and Janice got in the first car; Mrs. Beecher and the two bridesmaids climbed in the second, and slowly the procession moved out of the driveway and on to the street.
"Nervous, hon?" asked Mr. Beecher.
Janice shook her head.
"Not a bit," she said gaily. "But I'll be glad when it's over."
"I bet you will," he grunted. Then he smiled. "You know where you're going for honeymoon?"
She shook her head.
"Glenn's keeping it a surprise," she said truthfully, "but I'm guessing it's going to be the Bahamas. He let slip something about a cabin on the beach on an island. I figured the Bahamas."
"Hm. Well, a motel in Fort Worth would probably do just as well," Mr. Beecher said bluntly. "You'll probably not move out of bed for a week."
"Daddy!"
"Don't look so shocked. When your mother and I were married, we didn't go anywhere. We locked the bedroom door and threw away the key." he chuckled. "Your mother was quite a gal then. It's a pity she ain't the same today."
Janice looked at her father intently.
"Maybe you aren't the same, either, Daddy."
"All right, all right. We won't talk about that now. It's your future we're concerned about, not mine."
The car raced through the streets and pulled up outside the church on Lovers' Lane. A large crowd was already waiting, and heads craned forward to catch a glimpse of the occupants of the cars.
"It's her!"
"It's Janice!"
"Ooooh, doesn't she look lovely?"
The comments rose in the soft afternoon air as Janice stepped out and moved slowly on her father's arm into the church. She smiled at the sea of faces surrounding the steps, recognizing a few, oblivious to the rest. Then her heart skipped a beat as, standing at the back of the crowd, she saw a Western hat atop a head that rang a familiar chord, a frantic stab of memory from weeks before. Oh, God, she thought, it's not Elton, surely.
"Come on, dear, what's the matter?"
Mr. Beecher tugged at her arm, and before she could see better who it was in the crowd she had been led inside. As she stood in the church, her heart was beating unnaturally. Suppose it was Elton-maybe he brought Curt and Smiley with him? Oh, well, what if it was? What could they do? They certainly weren't there to cause trouble, surely.
As she walked down the aisle, she saw Emily Holt sitting over to one side, together with two friends from Dallas. Emily grinned at her and waved discreetly. Keep going, Janice thought, it'll soon be over. Just another few more steps, a few mumbled words, and she'd be Mrs. Glenn Harrington, and she'd be able to go away with the man she loved, and live happily ever after...
"You may now kiss the bride."
Janice looked up at Glenn, who stepped forward and lifted her veil. Gently his lips descended on hers, and she clung to him for a moment, then pushed against him and held on. There was a soft murmur from the assembled men and women, and a few titters. Breathlessly they broke apart, and Janice smiled happily.
"I love you," she whispered almost inaudibly.
"Me, too," came the soft reply, and they both turned and began walking slowly out of the church. She saw a few women dabbing their eyes, and everyone was smiling, and Janice had never felt so wonderful, so completely uplifted. It had been a beautiful ceremony, she thought. Oh, Glenn, at last, at long last. No more tedious recriminations. No more feelings of guilt, for even though she had pushed most of her remorse aside she still had experienced moments of regret. Now it was all over; she was legally married. She could do whatever she wanted with Glenn and even her conscience couldn't talk back anymore.
Even the passing twinge of fear at thinking she had seen Elton in the crowd had passed. Nothing could harm her now; no one could spoil it. She had nothing to worry about, nothing at all. Even the few times she and Glenn had indulged each other were no more source of concern. After that first night they had had sex only three times, and each time it had been more wonderful than before. But she had grown weary of the front seat of the car, and even the back seat proved comfortable. She had longed for a bed where they could both stretch out and enjoy each other in comfort, with no fear of interruption, with nothing to do but relax and let their emotions carry them into their own little private world of pleasure!
"Hold it!"
She looked up and saw a photographer in the doorway, camera poised.
They stood still, smiling, and the flashbulbs dazzled their eyes, and then they moved outside into the bright afternoon sunshine, and cheers and cries of enthusiasm rang in their ears. Janice smiled and ducked as the rice began flying through the air. Glenn took her arm and led her quickly down the steps. At the bottom she stumbled, and he held her and lifted her up.
"Watch it there. You don't want to drop her!"
Janice raised her eyes and looked straight into Elton's grinning face. Her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes widened for a moment of fear.
"Hello, Elton," she said, her voice shaking slightly.
"Howdy, and congratulations," he drawled, his eyes looking over Glenn and then back to her.
"Thank you," she murmured, and moved on, hanging on to Glenn's arm. He helped her into the car, and as they settled back he looked at her curiously.
"Who was that?" he asked.
"Someone I knew once," she replied.
"He sounded like he knew you very well," Glenn said.
"I guess he did," she replied. "But then he didn't marry me like you did."
She leaned forward and kissed him.
"No, I guess he didn't," said Glenn, taking her hand and squeezing it firmly.
The car moved forward, and Janice looked back through the window. She saw Elton, standing at the sidewalk, gazing after the vehicle, tall, handsome and broad-shouldered in his formal Western outfit. He waved his hand, and at that moment Emily Holt came down the steps and over to him. She took hold of his arm and smiled up at him.
"Well, she did make a beautiful bride," she said.
"Yeah, she did at that."
"Jealous?" Emily's face was almost sneering.
Elton looked at her and laughed loudly. "Hell, no, I ain't the marryin' kind," he said briefly. "Besides, why would I want to tie myself up with a little filly like that when there's brood mares like you around, just waiting for stud service?"
She put her hand on his arm and squeezed gently.
"You're a bastard, Elton," she said calmly. "It's lucky I love every inch of you."
"You get your money's worth," he commented, grinning confidently down at her. "Come on, let's go get drunk together."
