In this age of anxiety and chaos, psychologists all over the world have agreed that it becomes daily more necessary for people to come to grips with the psychological problems that face them, for it would seem that the survival of the human race is now dependent on each of us coming to know ourselves as fully as possible so that we can meet the pressing demands of modern life in a healthy and mature way.
One important key to this self-knowledge often lies in a keen understanding of the events of childhood which shape the future personality, and many times these early incidents create enormous mental blocks and fears which prevent a man or woman from fully enjoying life. The story that follows vividly illustrates this theme with breath-taking clarity and power.
Debbie Lyons is a young woman of nineteen, whom we meet at a crucial stage of her life. She is gripped by a deep seated sexual fear originating from a traumatic incident in early childhood, and which now, after a month of marriage to Tom, her handsome, construction worker husband, hangs over her life like an ominous cloud, preventing her from fully tasting the pleasures of marriage. Barely equipped to deal adequately with a cold and often hostile world, Debbie rashly decides to seek a divorce from her husband in a desperate effort to escape her pressing difficulties, and unwittingly, out of her blind innocence, is drawn into a world of shameless perversion which forces her to confront her fears directly.
The story of Debbie Lyons, strange and often nightmarish, is one which could happen to many of us in these times, and it is the hope of the publishers that by bringing this story to the public, those with similar difficulties will recognize the need for urgent self-evaluation before they are forced to confront a fate as brutal and barbaric as that which faces the young wife in our story.
The authoress, Faye Jackson, one of our most prolific and imaginative writers, has taken special pains to present this often shocking material to the reader in a concise, fast-moving style, without glossing over the naked truth. We are grateful to her for preparing this timely document so well, and hope that you, the readers, share our enthusiasm for this spellbinding narrative.
Our tale takes us swiftly from the urban clutter of Seattle, Washington, to the steamy reality of Reno, Nevada, the divorce capital of the world. You will meet a strange assortment of characters that suddenly become part of Debbie Lyon's search for an answer to her problems, characters that cover a colorful cross section of life in these two vastly different cities.
We trust the reader will keep an open mind and heart to the events that unfold on the following pages, and take heed of the urgent social message that is so eloquently and profoundly delineated in this book. Because of its explicit language and graphic imagery, however, we do not recommend this book to those who are not mature adults.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
"Honey, please don't worry about it. You get too upset about these things. It's gonna work out okay, just don't make yourself get so tense."
Debbie Lyons listened anxiously to her husband's voice on the phone.
"I'll ... I'll try," she said, "I just feel so awful today. Tom, what's happening to our marriage?"
"Nothing's happening, we just have a couple of problems to work out, that's all. Everybody has problems don't they? Look, you relax today ... maybe take in a movie or something, and when I finish up work, I'll come, home and take you out to Mama Milano's, okay? We'll have a big Italian dinner and you'll feel better."
"All right, darling. That would be nice."
"Good. I gotta get back to work now. I'll see you when I get home. About six. All right?"
"All right."
"I love you, baby."
"I love you too, Tom...."
"Oh, that's what I want to hear, baby, it really is. See you later. Relax now, have a good day."
"I'll try ... I will."
"Good. Bye honey."
"Goodbye."
Tom Lyons' attractive young wife listened numbly as her husband hung up the phone. Then she slowly placed the receiver in its cradle and lit a cigarette. After a deep puff, she rose and began to pace nervously, aimlessly, about the spacious high-rise apartment in Seattle, Washington, that she and Tom shared. She paused now and then to rearrange the pillows in the comfortable, sunny living room, or the bottles of perfume and skin lotion that stood in neat clusters on her lavender skirted vanity table in the bedroom. As she busied herself with her tasks, she lit one cigarette after the other, sometimes only half smoking one before stamping it out harshly in an ashtray.
Her distracted movement, and the small frown that occasionally wrinkled her brow, in no way disguised the fact that she was an exceptionally pretty young woman, with bright hazel eyes that sparkled and changed with her mood, a pert, slightly upturned nose, full pink lips, and a creamlike complexion. She wore very little makeup; indeed, little was needed to fully accentuate the youthful beauty of her face, framed by a soft cascade of light brown hair that fell about her shoulders in a soft page-boy cut. Her trim figure, clad in demure white blouse and bright yellow capri pants, was petite, but alluringly rounded. Two firmly thrust young breasts pushed proudly against the restraining cloth of her brassiere and blouse, like large, ripe pears. Her hips and buttocks, a miracle of softly supple female flesh, flared gracefully outward from the narrow line of her waist and abdomen.
Her legs, well formed and slender, tapered down to her delicate slipper clad feet.
All in all, Debbie Lyons was a decidedly curvaceous and desirable specimen of nineteen year old young womanhood, with a face and figure that never failed to turn heads, both male and female. Yet there was an uncertainty about her, an air of physical and emotional tension that cast a dark cloud over her rare beauty, and an attentive observer could clearly see that despite her fresh good looks, Debbie Lyons was tormented by doubts and a deep unhappiness.
Now, as she continued to pace anxiously through the cheerful rooms of her apartment, small tears formed in the corners of her eyes, tears she had been struggling all morning to resist.
"Oh God," she moaned quietly, wiping them away with a handkerchief. "What am I going to do?"
She paused once more and lit another cigarette, her fingers fumbling nervously with the matches.
Tom and Debbie Lyons had been married only a month, and yet their marriage was at a serious crisis point, and the crucial issue was sex. The young bride had hoped that marriage to Tom, who was so patient and understanding, would remove her deep seated sexual fears, fears that had held her mind and body prisoner ever since she was twelve years old, depriving her of the normal emotional experiences of adolescence.
But on their marriage night, in a little honeymoon cottage they had rented at a Northern California resort, she had become completely hysterical when her amorous young husband tried to remove her clothes, and instead of making love, they had spent the entire evening talking, as Tom patiently tried to draw her out, to find the source of her terror. Finally, in the early hours before dawn, Debbie had confessed her hidden secret, the well-spring of shame and horror that she had never shared with anyone before. Choking with sobs and clinging to his strong broad chest, she had told him about the awful scene she had witnessed as a child that had made her terrified of men and repulsed by sex from that moment on.
Tom had been so understanding, she remembered, so gentle as he tried to overcome her fears, never forcing her to do anything she felt she couldn't handle. Yet after a month of marriage, and despite efforts on both their parts, Debbie had only barely lost her virginity, and was growing more and more frightened of making love, until now, she could not bear the thought of it. It had been two weeks since she had even allowed Tom to touch her, and she knew that her husband, a handsome and muscular foreman of a construction crew, was growing deeply frustrated, though he tried not to show it. She knew he needed release, full sexual release, but she could not give it to him. Instead she was growing more cold and hostile by the day, until now she felt as if she must be going insane, unable to break through her fear, unable to stem her growing frigidity, unable to love her husband like a normal woman.
The troubled young wife sat on the wide sofa, taking a deep puff on her cigarette, and tried once more to come to grips with her problem. She leaned back and closed her eyes, and at once her mind was .flooded with memories ... memories of her childhood ... when she was twelve years old, and her innocence was shattered by events so terrible that they still kept her frozen in fear as if they had happened only yesterday. Now where her mind drifted back, back, back, and she could once again smell the old smells, hear the old sounds....
She was sitting in her bedroom of her parents' fashionable home in suburban Seattle, dressing her favorite doll and looking forward to her parents return from a weekend trip to Los Angeles. She was glad they were coming back. Then Uncle Andy, who had been staying at the house and taking care of her, would go home. Although her fortyish bachelor uncle tried to be friendly, there was something about him she didn't like. He was always hovering around her with a strange look in his eye, and trying to hug and kiss her. When other grownups played with her it was fun, but with Uncle Andy it was different. He was fat and balding, with narrow little eyes that sometimes scared the little twelve year old, and he had a funny smell that she didn't like at all. He always called her 'my pretty little angel' or 'little baby doll', and his niece didn't like that either.
"After all," she said to herself as she sorted through her doll clothes, "I'm twelve years old now ... I'm not a little baby anymore. I wish he wouldn't call me those things."
But she contented herself in the happy knowledge that her mother and father were coming back, and Uncle Andy wouldn't be around except for occasional visits.
She heard the doorbell ring downstairs and ran to her window to see who it was. Maybe Mommy and Daddy got back sooner than they were supposed to, she thought excitedly.
But she saw no car or taxi out front, only a motorbike with a basket on the front that read Western Union Delivery. Her heart sank, for the prospect of being rid of Uncle Andy right away had filled her with happiness; now it was only a letter or something, and she'd have to face a dreary afternoon in her room hoping he wouldn't come in. Sadly she returned to the place on the floor where her dolls and doll clothes were spread out and began to dress her favorite, telling it what it would be like when her parents finally came home.
Moments later the door to her room opened and Uncle Andy walked in holding a yellow piece of paper in his hand, his face white as a sheet.
"Debbie," he said in a shaking, strangely quiet voice, "there's something I have to tell you."
The portly man sat heavily on her bed and stared at her in a queer way, as if he was unhappy, yet also excited at the same time.
"What's the matter, Uncle Andy?" Debbie asked fearfully. "Is anything wrong? Aren't Mommy and Daddy coming home today?"
"No, Debbie," her middle-age uncle replied slowly, small beads of perspiration breaking out on his forehead. "They're not coming home today ... in fact ... I'm afraid they're never coming home." The little girl held her breath, and her heart pounded like a hammer in her chest as he continued. "You see ... they had an accident on the way to the airport ... and I'm afraid ... I'm afraid...."
Suddenly the little girl jumped up, her eyes wide with horror and anguish, as her nimble young mind leaped to what he was trying to say.
"They're dead!" she screamed. "They're dead aren't they?"
"Yes ... I'm afraid so."
Debbie cried out like a wounded animal and fell to the floor of her room, sobbing wildly, overwhelmed with shock and grief. Her parents, whom she loved so dearly, were gone forever.
"Oh no," she sobbed miserably, "what am I going to do? Oh Mommy . ... Mommy
... Daddy....please come back to me ... please...."
"I'm afraid they can't come back, Debbie. But don't you worry ... you'll come to live with me now, and I'll take care of you just as they would."
The young girl turned her tear-ravaged face slowly towards the bulky man on the bed. He was trying to look sympathetic, but his eyes seemed funny and glazed as they traveled over her slim little body, just beginning to bud into young womanhood. Debbie felt herself begin to tremble with fear, and she grew dizzy, as if the floor beneath her had fallen away and she was plunging into a bottomless abyss.
"Would you like that Debbie?" she could hear her uncle saying as if from a great distance.
"Would you like that?"
* * *
Leaving her childhood home proved to be a deep shock for the pretty little girl, for she had been happy there, passing her days in sheltered idyllic innocence, with two loving parents who doted on her. She had her dolls, her toys, her own room decorated in pink and white, a virtual fairyland to play and dream in. She wept bitterly on the day a short time after her parents untimely death, when Uncle Andy took her to live in his own house on the other side of town.
"I know you'll like my house," he said, as they drove away from her old home for the last time. "You'll have your own room there, too. I know you'll like it."
But when they approached the new house, little Debbie's heart sank. It was a gloomy looking building, two stories high, in a crowded, run-down area of Seattle, Seeing her disappointed look, Uncle Andy tried to cheer her up, telling her that the inside, particularly her room, was much nicer. But this too, proved false, for the interior of the house was almost as drab and spare as the outside. The furniture was old and falling apart, and there was hardly even a picture on the cracked paint of the walls to brighten things up.
Her own room was an even bigger disappointment, for it was tiny, with only one window looking out on a vacant lot; a narrow bed stood in the corner, and the only other furniture was a wooden table and chair. Ugly, cold linoleum covered the floor.
"How do you like it?" Uncle Andy asked, placing his chubby arm around her shoulder and breathing heavily from the climb upstairs with her suitcases.
"It's ... it's very nice," Debbie managed to say, wriggling away from him, barely masking the intense dislike she felt for everything connected with her uncle.
"Good ... good," he replied, setting down her luggage and box of toys. "You just make yourself comfortable and I'll fix us something to eat."
The portly man smiled toothily at her, then, turned and went downstairs. Debbie stared miserably at her new home and wondered how she could ever be happy again in such an ugly place. But with typical youthful determination, she decided to make the best of the situation, as she knew that was what her mother and father would have wanted.
Life with Uncle Andy proved to be difficult. Debbie soon discovered that he drank heavily, often coming home quite late, crashing into furniture, and using the most abusive language she had ever heard. Yet she adjusted as best she could, and after a couple of months had managed to turn her cheerless room into almost a pleasant place with the addition of some pretty curtains and pictures. She found two girls her own age to play with, and although she sorely missed her parents and the life she had with them, her youthful resilience enabled her to make do with her new circumstances, and hope for better things to come.
And then, one day in late Spring, it had happened ... the terrible thing that no amount of youthful determination would ever, ever erase from her mind!
School had let out early that day because of a special teachers meeting. Debbie had rushed home, eager to play with her dolls and enter the make believe world she shared with them, where she was happy. Even though she was at an age when many girls no longer played with dolls, she had such great affection for her little 'friends' that she still spent hours with them every day. If only Uncle Andy, who rarely worked of late, wasn't half drunk in the kitchen....
To her surprise and delight, however, the house appeared to be empty. Overjoyed at being alone in the house, she quickly ran to her room, changed from her school clothes into a tee-shirt and a pair of shorts, and got out her dolls.
Opening the box where she kept them, however, she saw immediately that one was missing, her favorite. She always put her dolls away very neatly, and it was odd for one to be missing, especially her favorite-the blonde doll with the blue eyes that opened and closed. Puzzled, she searched her room, but it was nowhere to be found.
"Where could she be?" Debbie wondered aloud. "Maybe I left her down in the kitchen!" She raced down the stairs to retrieve the doll before her uncle saw it and flew into a rage, as he always did if one of her toys was left out. But a quick glance around the kitchen convinced her that it wasn't there either. She was about to go back to her room to look again when she heard a strange sound, a muffled groan that seemed to come from the cellar. Terrified, she stood absolutely still, straining to hear. Once more the sound came from below. It was like a dog whimpering or someone moaning weakly for help. The sound sent icy shivers racing through Debbie's pubescent young body, and she felt goose pimples on her slim, bare legs. She wanted to run, but something held her rooted to the spot. The grotesque sound came again and again. Someone ... or something ... was in the basement.
Maybe Uncle Andy's hurt himself, she thought suddenly through her fear. It was entirely possible, she knew, that he had fallen down drunk in the cellar and needed help. Slowly, her little heart pounding violently beneath the youthful swelling of her budlike breasts, she walked to the door of the cellar and opened it slightly, careful not to make any noise. The sounds were clearer now, and she could even make out certain words....
"Oh ... OOOHHHHH ... my angel ... unnnngggghhh...."
She knew at once that the raspy voice belonged to her uncle, but he didn't seem to be calling for help. Something about his tone made the little girl shiver from head to foot and for a moment she was tempted to run back upstairs. But her curiosity to know what was going on, and why her uncle was making such strange sounds, overcame her fear. Slowly she eased the door open and slipped inside, onto the dark landing at the top of the cellar steps.
A single light was burning in the dark room below, enabling the innocent seventh grader to see her way without falling. She was glad she was wearing her white tennis shoes, for their rubber soles made no sound as she slowly descended the first few steps to a place where she could peer down without being seen. She hardly dared to breathe as she crouched down and peeked through the railing.
As she struggled to adjust to the dim light, the first sight that met her eyes was a piece of her doll's clothing, about halfway down the stairs. "Oh dear," she thought, "Maybe Uncle Andy found my doll and is hiding it from me to punish me!" At the bottom of the steps, she could see one of her doll's shoes, and then there was a large pile of what looked like ... like Uncle Andy's clothes! She still couldn't see her uncle, but the strange sounds told her he was over in the corner near the light. Stealthily she descended a few more steps, craning her neck to see what was happening. The sight that met her eyes almost caused her to cry out in fear and shock.
Seated on a wooden chair in the corner of the dimly lit cellar was Uncle Andy, and he didn't have any clothes on! The rolls of fat on his flabby body were glistening with a light film of perspiration. His fleshy thighs were spread wide, and in one hand he was gripping a huge swollen column of flesh that grew rigidly upwards from the dark forest of curling hair at the bottom of his belly. In his other hand, Debbie realized with a shock, he was clutching her missing dolly! He had ripped off its doll clothes and was rubbing it over the hairy mounds of his chest, groaning and murmuring, his face twisted in a hideous, frightening mask.
"Oh, my little angel ... oh ... ooooohhhhhhhh," he moaned, his pudgy hand pumping up and down feverishly on his lust-hardened penis.
In her hiding place on the cellar stairs, Debbie cowered in horror, fighting down the waves of nausea that the sight of her lewdly writhing uncle created in her. Totally innocent, she had no idea what he was doing, but her instincts told her that it was wrong, dirty! Moreover, it was the first time in her young life that she had seen a naked male body, and her uncle's vulgar obesity revolted her to the very core of her being.
As if in a nightmare, her disbelieving young eyes fastened on the huge purplish-red shaft clasped in Uncle Andy's furiously pumping hand. The depraved circumstances in which she gazed at a penis for the first time made it seem to Debbie to be the ugliest thing in the world, rubbery and swollen, wriggling like a horrid snake. The sight of her nakedly pink dolly crushed against his sweatily glistening chest while he was jerking maniacally at his awful fleshy pole, made Debbie want to cry, but she knew that she mustn't make a sound that would reveal her presence. Numbly she watched, a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, as her uncle continued his obscene manipulations.
On his chair in the cellar, Uncle Andy, unaware of his niece's presence, continued to gratify himself with steadily mounting passion.
He grunted and moaned, pressing the little blonde doll to his body, rubbing it sensuously over his nakedly throbbing chest and stomach, then lowering it until it was pressed against the hotly pulsing sac of his sperm-inflated testicles. The fat man's pudgy mouth twisted in a contorted grimace of ecstasy as his lurid excitement increased. The speed of his rapidly stroking hand mounted, and his eyes opened wide.
"Oh ... OOOHHHHHHH ... my little one ... my angel ... I'm cumming! I'M GOING TO CUM ALL OVER YOU, MY LITTLE DOLLY!"
Debbie's mouth flew open at his words. He was calling her dolly the same names he had called her! Hot tears of anger and shame filled her eyes, and her body was racked with icy waves of disgust. It was as if he really wanted her as the object of his nasty playing! The realization sickened the little girl. I'll never let anybody touch me like that! she vowed. Nobody would ever do to her the awful things Uncle Andy was doing to her doll!
"Fuuuucccckkk!!!" her uncle cried like a tortured animal. "Oh FUUUUUCCCCKKKK! I'M CUMMINNNGGG! CUMMMIIIINNGGGGG!"
Suddenly Uncle Andy's grossly naked body began to writhe uncontrollably in the chair. He was still pulling furiously at his lust-swollen penis, howling and crying out more obscenities. Then his jaw dropped open, as if he had been jolted with electricity, and from the tiny hole at the tip of his thickly bloated rod of flesh, a jet of milk-white liquid erupted, splashing onto his hairy stomach and onto the plastic nakedness of Debbie's little doll. The horror stricken child watched incredulously as the thick substance spewed out of the wildly throbbing penis held so tightly in his jerking hand. He groaned incoherently and covered the doll with the sticky substance. Burning tears poured down Debbie's cheeks as the loathsome release unfolded before her innocent eyes.
I hate him! I hate him! she ruminated bitterly as she watched the thick white fluid cover her favorite doll. It seemed to the terrified child that she had been betrayed, shamefully deceived by all of her childhood fantasies, and that here, in the dark cellar of her foster home, she had been once and for all stripped of her innocence. Somewhere in the subterranean reaches of her consciousness, she vowed that she would never be fooled again.
The young girl never mentioned what she had seen to her uncle, for she was too ashamed and mortified to even ask for her doll back, although she knew he had thrown it out after his vulgar abuse of it. Indeed, she soon abandoned her dolls altogether. They didn't seem to be as much fun anymore. She retreated more and more into her room to avoid her uncle's company, keeping the secret shame locked away in her heart.
By the time Debbie was sixteen the orphaned child's body had developed ravishingly beautiful proportions. Her tiny pubescent breasts had blossomed into two firmly upthrust, pink-tipped mounds that jutted out proudly, even beneath the demure blouses she always wore. Her pretty face became even more lovely, with glittering hazel eyes and sensual, softly shaped lips. Her hips curved enticingly, and her legs became long and slender. She was constantly besieged with requests for dates from the local boys, but she refused them all. Not that she wasn't attracted to young men, far from it. Often she would develop crushes on a handsome athlete or a good looking student in one of her classes, and she yearned to have one of them take her in his arms and kiss her tenderly. Yet, when she finally did start dating, hoping that her fears had diminished with the passage of time, she rigidly avoided all physical intimacy. The moment a boy tried to put his arm around her she would grow aloof and haughty, refusing even to pet in a harmless way. She became known as a 'cold fish' and soon the boys stopped asking her out.
Even before Debbie graduated from high school, she had decided that she would never be able to live the way normal girls did; her sexual fears were too deep. Even though she longed for male company, she felt it was hopeless, for the moment anything sexual entered the scene, she became cold as ice, distressed, and unable to return affection.
She entered nurse's training, working with vigor and determination at the local hospital. Even though she was a model of efficiency, her co-workers noticed the deep tension that lay behind her mask of precision and organization, and some of her peers even tried to speak to her about it. But she refused to discuss the matter. She was finally living on her own now, away from her horrid uncle, and had a quiet life in a small apartment; although she knew that deep inside she was desperately unhappy, she avoided the subject completely, throwing herself into her work.
And then she met Tom. She was eating in a small cafe near the hospital on her lunch hour, glancing through a magazine in a corner booth, when she heard some raucous male laughter. Looking up she noticed that a crew of workmen from a nearby construction site had come in to eat; they were full of boisterous spirits, joking and heckling each other. At first her reaction was the usual distaste she felt in the presence of 'uncultured' men, but just as she was about to turn away in disgust, she noticed that one of them was gazing at her directly. He was extremely handsome, about six feet tall, with a broad, muscular body. Curly blonde hair topped his rugged yet boyish face, and his skin was tanned from working outdoors and gleamed a bright bronze. Even in his tight denim work clothes, he had an air of strength and assurance that was immediately appealing to her, and there seemed to be a quality of gentleness about him that, in Debbie's eyes, set him apart from the other young men. She found herself staring at him openly, until finally he smiled, jolting her back to reality. Immediately she buried her face in the magazine, feeling utterly ridiculous at having stared so openly, but the next instant, he was sliding into the seat across from hers in the booth. She drew back, utterly astonished at his audacity.
"Hi," he said in a warm voice, an ingenuous smile on his face. "My name's Tom. What's yours?"
Debbie was totally flustered. No one had ever dared to approach her so brazenly. Caught completely off guard, she was at a loss for words.
"You've got a name, haven't you?" Tom asked jokingly.
Debbie's lips drew back tightly. "Yes I have," she snapped, "but I'm not in the habit of giving it out to strangers. Excuse me, but I have to go."
She gathered up her purse and coat and quickly strode out of the restaurant, embarrassed by the whole incident; but when she was about two blocks away, she heard a voice calling to her.
"Hey! Hey, miss! Wait!"
Turning, she saw the blond man was rushing down the street towards her. She quickened her pace, hoping to get to the hospital before he caught up with her, but he reached her side in seconds, out of breath and grinning from ear to ear.
"Miss ... I...."
"If you don't leave me alone, I'm going to call a policeman!" she stated coldly, continuing to walk.
"But I just wanted to tell you, you forgot to pay your check at that place!"
Debbie stopped in her tracks, and her jaw dropped open in surprise.
"I did? But...." She realized that in her haste to escape the luncheonette she had completely forgotten to pay.
"But it's okay, I paid it for you."
He grinned at her brightly, and she found herself unexpectedly charmed by him.
"You sure were in a hurry to get away," he said. "With all those apes in there, I don't blame you. Why one of those bozo's might even come right up to you and ask you your name!"
Debbie found herself laughing at his remark, laughing at her own foolishness, and for the first time in many months the tension in her body seemed to relax.
"I'm sorry I was so silly in there," she said.
"Don't apologize. I understand, believe me. I don't usually do things like that myself, but when I saw you, I couldn't help myself. I know I was being kind of fresh, but I didn't know how else to do it."
There was something about the handsome young man that made Debbie trust him completely. Perhaps it was the twinkle in his gold-fringed eyes, or the warmth in his voice, she couldn't be sure, but she was so charmed by him that day that she finally agreed to a date. And after two wonderfully romantic months, he proposed marriage, and she accepted. That had been a month ago, a month of what was supposed to be the happiest time of a woman's life....
I should never have gotten married, Debbie thought miserably, as her mind returned to the present. It was a mistake, a horrible mistake.
She knew that deep inside she loved her husband of only one month, loved him desperately; yet even he couldn't break through her overwhelming resistance to sex. Her mind was still tormented by the hideous vision of Uncle Andy crudely ejaculating his scalding white sperm onto her little dolly; she could still see his jiggling folds of fat naked flesh quivering lewdly under the cellar lamp as if it were only yesterday. Nothing seemed to help-not all Tom's gentle understanding, nor even her own desperate desire to be a good and loving wife.
Nervously, she reached for another cigarette and was dismayed to find the pack completely empty-her last pack of cigarettes. Somehow the realization that she was out of cigarettes broke through her last ounce of reserve, and tears suddenly cascaded down her cheeks. Curling up in desperation on the sofa, like a child in utter misery, she wept bitterly into the cushions, until finally, a merciful sleep overtook her.
CHAPTER TWO
As twilight began to settle over the city, a single light was still visible in the foreman's shack of a construction site near the center of Seattle. Inside, Tom Lyons, Debbie's muscular, twenty-two year old husband, sat behind a metal desk sipping from a paper cup full of Scotch. The work crew had long since departed, and he had lingered awhile to think before returning to his apartment and the frustrating situation with Debbie. He had intended to remain just a few minutes and have a quick drink, but a half-hour had elapsed, and he had consumed more Scotch than he had intended.
His mind kept returning over and over to the problems he faced with his young bride, problems he was at a loss to cope with. He had felt horny all day, and his mind had focused almost constantly on the softly curving lines of his wife's sensually petite body. Yet he knew that he couldn't touch her now, for she would tremble violently and burst into tears if he even attempted to unbutton her blouse. He wanted to help her, but his own tension was growing worse by the day.
Christ, he thought, I haven't had a good lay for months now, not since we began going together. I'll go nuts if I don't get my rocks off soon!
It wasn't as if he hadn't had previous experience with women, for in his Navy days he had seen quite a bit of the world and had had his share of female companionship, even a few girls who were shy and afraid, like Debbie. He'd been sure he could overcome her fears with time and patience. But now it looked as if that weren't possible. Even in the early days, right after they were married, she had lain beneath him night after night, clenching her fists, tightening her body in terror, waiting anxiously for him to have his orgasm, and for the past two weeks, he hadn't been able to touch her at all.
He loved his pretty bride, had been totally enchanted with her from the minute he saw her in the lucheonette. She was everything he had always wanted in a woman: a fantastic figure, a beautiful face, a gentle creature with the eyes of a doe. He knew that if she could just grow past her problem she could be just about the most desirable wife a man could have. In fact, whenever she came to visit him at the construction site, he was always proud of the way the other guys craned their necks to watch her walk past. And later they would tell him what a lucky guy he was to have such a well-stacked, gorgeous girl for a wife, implying wild sex night after night. It made him feel like a fool now, for he couldn't even touch her, his own wife. Only a month of marriage, yet it seemed like an eternity, with fear and mistrust dominating the apartment whenever sex was mentioned.
Quickly he downed another slug of Scotch, feeling it burn a winding trail down his throat and warming his innards. He was drunk now, but he barely realized it as he gathered up his lunch pail and leather jacket, flicked out the lights, and locked the shack. It wasn't until he was speeding along in his Ford and barely stopped in time for a red light that he became aware that he was so absorbed in his marital problems that he hadn't noticed how strongly the alcohol had affected him.
Keep your mind on your driving, man! he warned himself, or you'll crash into a Goddamn truck or something!
Straining to keep his eyes focused, he drove carefully through the crowded city streets until he pulled into the garage entrance at the base of the high-rise apartment where he lived. He was proud to be able to live there, and his promotion to foreman just before his marriage had made it possible, but despite the comfort he had been able to provide for his bride, their relationship was getting worse and worse by the day. He parked the car and made his way unsteadily to the elevator. As it rose swiftly up the tall building, he felt himself grow slightly dizzy from the ride. Jesus, I really am drunk, he realized; hell, Debbie'll probably have a fit when she sees me!
He decided to do his best to mask his drunkenness. They would go to Mama Milano's Italian restaurant, and when he got a little food in him, he knew he'd feel more sober. He was sure he could pull it off, and when the elevator doors opened on his floor, he stepped out jauntily, coolly controlling his wooziness, and walked down the hall to the apartment.
Stepping inside, he saw his wife, still fast asleep on the sofa. He closed the door quietly and moved across the room to where she lay like a little child, still curled up and clutching the pillow. A wave of pity swept over him as he realized that she had been crying. Dried tears were clearly visible on her cheeks. He looked down at her for a long time, letting his eyes rove over her tender young body, and as he did, his alcohol-clouded brain began to surge with desire for his ravishing bride. His rapidly awakening penis began pulsating within the tight folds of his jeans, and his sex-neglected loins throbbed with a hungry warmth. Debbie was a delectable girl; there was no doubt that a lush little body like that was meant to give a man the ultimate in erotic pleasure. Consequently, he felt bitterly frustrated as he remembered that they were almost like strangers to each other, particularly in bed. The mound of his tightly constricted cock and balls ached with sensual longing, and he could barely control his steadily mounting urge to make love to her right now!
He sat down next to her on the sofa and kissed her cheek lightly, then blew a light wisp of air into her shell-pink ear. Debbie's body jerked involuntarily, and her eyes flew open with a start, a look of terror on her face. Her young husband's heart sank, for her defenses, he realized were already up.
"Oh ... Tom," she murmured sleepily. "You frightened me ... I guess I didn't realize I'd fallen asleep. What time is it?"
"After seven," he said, glancing at his watch.
"Oh God," she cried, sitting up quickly, "I haven't even started dinner yet!"
"Wait a minute," he said, playfully taking her in his arms, "don't you remember? We're going to Mama Milano's for a big spaghetti dinner!"
"Oh, I did forget," she murmured, glancing up at his handsome face as she let herself be folded in his muscular arms. "I, should get dressed then."
"Not until after I get a kiss. Okay?"
He smiled down at his wife so engagingly that she couldn't help returning his smile, and for an instant it was if all their troubles had flown away and they were as happy as they had been before they married. Slowly their faces came together. Their wetly parted lips were nearly touching when Debbie suddenly screwed up her face in a look of utter distaste and pushed him away.
"What's the matter?" he asked trying to mask the anger her withdrawal roused in him.
"You've been drinking. Your breath smells terrible."
Tom sighed deeply in a mixture of despair and frustration.
"Oh Christ, here we go again! Yes! I had a couple of shots of Scotch before I came home, what's wrong with that?"
But the undeniable slurring in his voice betrayed the fact that he had had more than a couple of shots, and his suspicious wife knew it. His brain stirred with resentment.
"Are you already worried I'm gonna rape you or something? Christ I can't be home for five minutes before you start in on me!"
"Don't say that," she said in anger, rising haughtily from the sofa. "You act like an animal sometimes."
"You mean just because I want to fuck you?" The liquor was loosening his tongue dangerously. "Is that what makes me an animal?"
"Don't use that filthy language in this house, Tom Lyons!"
"It's my Goddamn house and I'll use any kind of fucking language I want," he snarled back, lurching unsteadily up from the sofa. "You act like a Goddamn princess around here! I can't drink. I can't have any fun! I can't fuck!!"
"Tom, stop! I won't listen to this!"
The unhappy young wife clapped her hands over her ears and started to run out of the room.
"Oh no, you don't!" he cried, lunging after her and grabbing her roughly by the arm. "You're not pulling that crap on me tonight!"
"Let go of me! Tom, let go of me this instant!"
She wriggled fiercely to escape his grip, but he held her firmly, his face red with rage and frustration.
"I'm sick of this night after night," he ranted, "sick of you being a cold fish, sick of your Goddamn problems and that Goddamn uncle too!"
"Please! Let go of me!"
"No, baby!" he snarled, half-crazed from the liquor and the explosive anger that surged through him with the force of a hurricane. "Not tonight! Tonight I want you! I want to fuck you, do you understand? FUCK YOU!"
Suddenly Debbie tore one arm free arid slapped him across the face with a resounding blow that left a glowing red mark on her astonished husband's cheek.
"You little bitch!" he shouted fiercely. "You Goddamn little bitch!"
Her' sudden slap made his brain seethe with anger. She was making a fool out of him, and he wasn't going to take it one minute more. Roughly he jerked back and pulled her towards the couch.
"Tom!" she cried, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"
But her drunken husband was past caring now. He wanted revenge, and he wanted it now! Brutally he threw her down onto the couch, then fell on top of her furiously resisting body and began to cover her face and neck with harsh kisses as she groaned out her protest, Tom began lewdly grinding his hips into her futilely resisting abdomen. His long thick penis quickly grew erect and pulsated like a drum against his thigh. Desire and anger, a potent mixture even without alcohol, suddenly resulted in a torrent of animal passion. He was through with waiting now! He was going to fuck the living daylights out of her, and this time she wouldn't be able to get away! She was his, and he was due his rights as a husband! Cruelly he pressed his lewdly questing mouth onto her wetly trembling lips, kissing her like a frenzied beast while she struggled helplessly beneath him. Forcing her tightly clenched jaw apart, he suddenly rammed his rigidly searching tongue deep into her mouth, twisting and rotating it, and causing Debbie to gag violently. Still pinning her down, he snaked his hand up between their tightly pressed bodies and began to unbutton her cotton blouse, ripping at whatever buttons would not open easily. Brushing the folds of the thin garment aside, he seized her lushly ripened breasts in his hands and squeezed them harshly. Then he reached behind her and quickly undid the clasp of her brassiere, yanking the confining garment away from her fearfully twisting body. Her firm young breasts and their deep pink aureolas quivered tantalizingly under his gaze. With a low groan of drunken hunger, he moved his hard wet mouth down to the fleshily pliant mounds and began to voraciously suck and bite on her nipples The touch of her warmly sensual body, denied him for so long, sent spasms of desire like hot swords surging through the lusty young construction worker's powerful frame. He felt he could never get enough of her wetly quivering breasts, and he shifted hungrily from one to the other, while Debbie moaned wildly and pleaded for him to stop. But he was deaf to her cries as his hard muscular body crushed down on her petite little frame, pinning her helplessly to the sofa while his lips pulled greedily on her pliant golden flesh. , Wave after wave of unbearable shame surged through Debbie's pinioned body as the full force of her deep-seated fears took hold of her mercilessly! Rapid images of Uncle Andy and the sperm-soaked doll flashed through her mind and made every part' of her milk-white body cringe in terror and revulsion. She pleaded for Tom to stop, then seeing that it was no use, she clenched her hands rigidly to her sides as her lust-driven husband held her firmly in place and sucked drunkenly at her breasts. Ripples of searing pain, curiously mixed with a strange tingling sensation she could not identify, surged through her chest. Knowing there was no escape, she gritted her teeth tensely and waited until her drunken spouse had his way with her.
Tom was shaking now with pent-up desire, and he was taking an almost sadistic pleasure in the torment he was inflicting on his terrified young bride. His hungrily sucking lips slid smoothly from her quivering firm breasts down to the pale skin of her upper body. He ran his tongue snakelike along the velvety softness of her flesh until his hotly questing mouth reached the belt of her tight yellow capri pants. He pulled away from her, his eyes glazed with a demonic mixture of lust and drunkenness.
"I want to see you naked," he growled thickly.
"No, please Tom, Noooo!" his cowering young wife groaned, but he was not to be stopped.
With a snarl of impatience, he jerked her belt open, then quickly unzipped her pants and yanked them roughly down her lithely tapered legs while Debbie sobbed in futile resistance. Once the snug slacks were removed from her long curving legs, he tossed them onto the rug and let his alcohol-clouded eyes gaze lustfully over her nakedly ripe young body.
Totally humiliated now, Debbie lay helplessly trembling before him on the couch, clad now only in a pair of flower-print bikini panties that tantalizingly concealed the warm, hair-fringed mound of her vaginal opening. Never taking his eyes from her appetizing young curves, Tom slowly began to remove his own clothes, first unbuttoning his dark-blue work shirt, so that his tanned and thickly muscled chest and shoulders were completely naked. Then he unbuckled and unzipped his tight dungarees and, standing next to his horror-stricken young wife, slowly lowered them and kicked them off, so that he wore only his bulging white cotton shorts.
The look of fear on his weeping young bride's face only increased his passion. He was going to take her by force no matter how she protested or pleaded for mercy! The mere thought of at last satisfying his long-suppressed sexual needs caused his thickly rigid cock to jerk upright until it pushed against the thin material of his shorts like a huge mast. With a lewd grin at Debbie, he tossed his dungarees onto the steadily mounting heap of clothes that lay near the couch, and then jerked his confining shorts down so that the full nakedness of his eagerly throbbing cock and balls was presented to her frightened gaze. The sight of his lust-hardened staff, jutting out menacingly in full erection, made her gasp in alarm, and she instinctively shut her eyes to banish the obscene sight from her gaze.
Seeing her respond in loathing to the exposure of his virilely pulsing hardness made Tom even angrier than before. He reached down suddenly and grasped the tight crotchband of her flowered panties, and with one cloth-shearing yank, rippled the fragile garment down so that the fearfully trembling mound of her pubic triangle was nakedly revealed to him. The sparse thinly curling young pubic hair glistened a tempting brownish gold, and the sight of her ripely curving nakedness made flames of lust rise uncontrollably in Tom's hotly burning body. In a few vicious jerks, he pulled the nylon panties down her sleekly tapered legs. Debbie moaned from the stinging sensations his crude actions produced as the tight elastic waist and leg bands scraped the smooth skin of her fear-tensed limbs. Finally, she was completely naked.
"Oh God," she moaned, trying to cover herself with her hands, "Oh God, help me!"
"Shut up bitch!" Tom snapped drunkenly, tossing the limp flimsy panties aside. "Stop whining like a kid! I want to screw a woman for a change, a real woman!"
He grasped her tightly clenched legs and roughly forced them apart so that the moist pink flesh of her vaginal slit was revealed to his drunken gaze. Then, with a low guttural snarl of lust, he lowered himself onto the couch between her forcefully splayed thighs and, spreading the soft hair-fringed lips of her vagina with his thumbs, buried his face in her widely exposed pussy. Abruptly he flicked out his wetly hardened tongue and ran it down the full length of her warmly perfumed cuntal split.
The shock of his sudden action made Debbie jerk back involuntarily. She tried to squeeze her legs together to prevent her passion-crazed husband from licking so crudely at her secret genitals, but she was powerless against the onslaught of his alcohol-sodden desire. Roughly he flicked his tongue up and down her tightly clenched cuntal slit, each wetly licking stroke sending stabs of shame and humiliation through Debbie's tortured young form. His hot questing mouth soon found the fleshy bud of her little clitoris, and with lusty relish he began to suck and bite on the tenderly opened area, trying to make it harden, hoping to rouse his rigid wife into a state of desire that would match his own. The little penis-like button involuntarily grew hard from his insistent oral probes, yet Debbie experienced only a deeper feeling of debasement. She could not and would not submit to his animalistic attack; it was too horrifying! She began to resist his attempted rape with more determination and her hands flew down to clutch his hair as she pulled at him fiercely, wanting to hurt him for his attempted subjugation of her.
Tom howled in pain and pulled away from her, fury mounting in him with volcanic force.
"You Goddamn refrigerated bitch!" he shouted wildly.
His mind seethed with uncontrollable anger, and the last traces of gender human feelings fled from his mind. If she was going to pull tricks like that, he'd show her he had a few tricks of his own! His massively erect cock jerked excitedly, pounding with the need for release, and with an evil gleam in his eye, the young husband suddenly gripped the nakedly quivering flesh of his wife's hips. Almost before she knew what he was doing, he had roughly forced her to turn over on her stomach. Then he slipped his forearm under her belly and pulled her hips upward, so that the uncomprehending young woman had to prop herself on her elbows, with the whitely gleaming half-moons of her buttocks waving defenselessly in the air before her passion-crazed husband.
His eyes glazed with anger, Tom grabbed the warm, trembling softness of her buttocks harshly, his long fingernails digging into the rubber-like flesh, sending shots of pain' through his wife's naked young body.
"AAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!" she screamed, shuddering in pain from head to foot.
"That's nothing baby," he snarled down at her. "That's nothing!"
His mind whirling with rage, Tom spread Debbie's ass-cheeks apart with the palms of his hands, his eyes riveted on the tightly puckered little rectal opening that lay nestled in the shadowy crack between them. A cruel salacious smile of anticipation played across his lips as he slowly began to explore her widespread anal split with his fingers.
Debbie shuddered, mortified and ashamed. No one had ever touched her there! She closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth as his probing fingers moved up and down the fearfully trembling crevice. His fingers stopped at her tight little anal entrance, and she could feel his finger-tip lewdly exploring the desperately clenched little opening. With a gasp of horror she realized what his drunken, tormented mind intended, and in the next second, she was consumed with a stinging shaft of burning pain as Tom began to worm his outstretched middle finger slowly up into her defensively puckering rectal depths.
"AANNNNGGGGHHHHHH!!" she cried. She had never known such pain in her entire life. It was as if a red hot knife were being forced up into her bowels. "Stop! Stop, pleeeassssee!!" she pleaded, beads of sweat breaking out on her forehead.
But her pleas of mercy had no effect on Tom. He was drunkenly determined to punish her for keeping him at bay for so long, for making a fool of him! He rammed his extended finger harshly into her pitifully cringing anal orifice up to the first knuckle, then deeper, widening the burning depths of her rectum almost past endurance. His tortured young wife screamed in pain, begging for mercy. Desperately she tried to pull away, to escape the shame and humiliation, but Tom easily pulled her back, gripping her tightly by the shoulder with his free hand while he brutally fucked the middle finger of his other hand in and out between her lewdly spread ass-cheeks, forcing the smooth, elastically giving rectal walls to widen relentlessly before it.
Then suddenly he withdrew his finger from her pain-racked anal depths and positioned her hips again that her whitely quivering buttocks were thrust up defenselessly in front of his thickly hardened penis. He began to moisten his huge, impatiently pulsating cock with spittle, his mind driven by a primordial need for savage release.
But it was no use. With a savage cry of passion, the passion-crazed young construction foreman pulled back his thick foreskin revealing his massively throbbing cockhead, moistened it also with hot spittle, and then, with a sudden move, shoved the eagerly pulsing tip into his slavishly kneeling wife's virginal young anus with a vicious jerk that sent the top of her head smashing helplessly forward against the arm of the sofa.
Tears of shame and hurt rolled down her hotly flushed cheeks. She was being raped and humiliated by her own husband, treated like a gutter prostitute, forced to kneel obscenely before him, helpless to ward off his vile ravishment!
Tom leered down in drunken triumph at his young bride's cock-stretched rectum, searingly impaled by his lust-hardened shaft. Slowly he shoved his hips forward, forcing his heavily pulsating penis deeper and deeper into the tightly resistant opening with relentless cruelty, while the naked subjugated young woman thrashed about on the sofa and wailed like a wounded animal. Debbie's head was thrown back, her face excruciatingly contorted as she cried out in agony with each forward thrust of his hips which drove the thick barbarous cock in inch by painful inch.
Then finally, with a heavy grunt, he was all the way inside her bowels!
She fiercely tightened her anal muscles as though trying to expel gas in a desperate attempt to force out the cruel invader, but it was useless. With tantalizing slowness, Tom began to fuck her in and out from behind, each sodomizing thrust stretching the fleshy, tightly clenched walls of her rectum a bit more.
Debbie felt she would be torn apart if her enraged young husband penetrated her any further. She was sure he must be buried in her up to the hilt, for she could feel his heavily dangling balls swinging and slapping down against the softly curling strands of her pubic hair below. She could hear his lewd groans and heavy breathing behind her as he rotated his pelvis sadistically up against her helplessly flattened ass-cheeks, forcing his rock-hard penis further up into her painfully cringing rectal depths. She felt as if she were being ripped to shreds by his iron-hot shaft as he ground his hips back and forth, back and forth, brutalizing the tight, vainly resisting walls of her backside with his heavy forward pressure.
The tortured young bride was only semi-conscious now, nearly overwhelmed by the pain and shock of her husband's brutal animalistic anal rape. But just as she thought she could endure no more, a strange thing began to happen. As the excruciating punishment reached its apex, and her strength ebbed until she though she would be mercifully plunged into unconsciousness, she found herself surrendering to the vulgar onslaught out of sheer exhaustion and too little strength of fight any longer. With her surrender, a totally new feeling began to ripple faintly through her painfully impaled body. Unbelievable as it seemed, out of the burning humiliation there arose a strange warmth and excitement that grew in her loins like a tiny erotically stimulated flower opening to the sun. She had never experienced anything like it before, not even in their gentlest lovemaking. It was as if her sensually awakening body was beginning to melt in warm waves of undulating pleasure that, mixed with the searing pain; produced an irresistible gnawing of unfamiliar desire deep inside the cock-ravaged young wife.
"Oooooohhhh...." she moaned as the new feelings began to envelop her, "OOOOOoooohhhhh ... God!!!" Despite her pain, her naked young body's needs forced her to cry out and grind her hips backward against Tom's long, forward-thrusting penis. She dug her knees into the sofa and gritted her teeth, less in torment than in the beginnings of a blind, overwhelming lust. Her mind still struggled, terrified of letting go completely, but her voluptuously kneeling from, jolted out of its long passivity by her husband's traumatizing attack, began to move in a slow, inexorable rhythm, demanding satisfaction of its basest hungers.
It was as if a hidden aspect of her personality ... a wildness, and unbridled lewdness, buried in the deepest recesses of her unconscious mind was suddenly erupting to the surface. The pain had almost faded completely and was being replaced by an incredibly growing sensuality, an insatiable sexual hunger that bathed her in lewdly rising waves of heated pleasure. Every inch of her nakedly trembling young body was tingling with passion as the overwhelmed young bride began moaning deliriously. Her head fell limply forward between her rigidly quivering arms, and her kneeling young nakedness began to thrash uncontrollably in a demonic frenzy of sexuality.
"Oh Christ!" Tom groaned, feeling her squirm ecstatically beneath him. "OH CHRIST!" Instinctively he knew she was beginning to enjoy it. Her moans had changed from pain and anger to sighs and grunts of delight and obscene excitement.
My God! he realized triumphantly, it's worked! It's really worked! She's digging it! I'm fucking her in her asshole and she's digging it!
His thickly swollen penis became charged with rampant excitement as he drove deeper and deeper into her hotly clasping anal passage. White hot sperm began to gather and surge in his heavily dancing testicles, gathering with heated force for his final release. Like a madman he rammed into his now unresisting wife's cock-stretched rectal depths, and she met each blow with a lustful fury of her own.
Velvety warm flashes of heat surged through Debbie's wantonly writhing loins. Her voluptuous young body trembled with raw animal passion as delirious thrills consumed her and mingled with faint bursts of masochistically exciting pain. Her heatedly throbbing vaginal flesh began to grow moist in involuntary response to the plummeting of Tom's great thick cock into her tight little nether hole. Her rapidly twitching pussy pounded with lust, and she felt herself on the edge of a precipice, about to fall over the brink into a bottomless chasm of sensual delight.
"OH GOD! OH GOD!" she cried ecstatically as, with an aching rapture, her wetly pulsating vaginal walls began to secrete their sweet female fluids. "It feels so good SOOO GOOOOODDDDDD!"
The sound of her pleasurable cries, accompanied by her uncontrolled, passion-filled movements brought her furiously pumping young husband to the staggering peak of his excitement. She was his now! At last he was possessing her fully! With a bestial cry, he flung his head back and grabbed her nakedly churning hips, rotating his loins and driving into her with new, even greater force.
"All ... All ... AHHHHHHHH!" he groaned incoherently, "I'M CUMMING! CUUUUMMMMMINNNNGGGG!!" His raging load of thick heated semen exploded into Debbie's violently clenching rectum in quick, convulsive little spasms. Completely carried away by his aching, long-delayed release, he poured a seemingly unending torrent of white hot cum far up inside her.
Debbie felt as if boiling lava was squirting into her loins and spreading throughout her shamelessly aroused body. But just as she herself was about to achieve her first galvanic orgasm in perfect union with her husband, all her momentarily discarded defenses came surging forward again. As her husband's scalding flood of semen poured into her and she heard his ecstatic cries, a vivid image of Uncle Andy, his face contorted with lust, clutching her favorite dolly against his lewdly jiggling testicles, flashed into her mind. OH YOU BEAUTIFUL DOLLY, I'M GOING TO CUM ALL OVER YOU.'! The words echoed and reechoed in her brain until her ears rang, and she was overwhelmed with blind terror as she had been so long ago, on that unforgettable afternoon of her childhood.
"NO!! NNNNOOOOOOOO!!" she screamed, jolted out of her pleasure by the sudden looming-up of old fears. She had to get away! She had to run! Or Uncle Andy would catch her and do horrible things to her!
Tom rammed his massively ejaculating penis back and forth until its rhythm abated naturally, and the last drop of his hot white sperm jetted into her. Then, with a sudden tight little popping noise, he pulled away from her and sprawled back in a sitting position on the couch, totally exhausted.
His nakedly perspiring young wife lay still and trembling, heaving and panting, her mind consumed by a black cloud of terror and frustration. She had come so close ... so close! Suddenly she was overcome once more with shame at what had happened. With an anguished cry she buried her face in the soft cushions and wept bitterly.
In that moment, Tom knew that his hopes of forcibly breaking down Debbie's sexual resistances were dashed to pieces. He looked at his wife's shuddering body for a long moment then, with a deep sigh of frustration, rose from the sofa, stalked into the bathroom to wash, and slammed the door so hard behind him that the entire apartment shook.
CHAPTER THREE
At ten o'clock the next morning, Debbie sat at the small desk in the living room,' twisting a ball pen nervously with her hands. Before her on the desk was a half completed note, and on the floor was a small suitcase, stuffed with hastily packed clothing. In despair, after the savage episode with Tom the night before, she had concluded that she had no choice but to leave him. Their marriage was falling apart after only one month, and although she knew her sexual unresponsiveness was largely at fault she could no longer struggle with her anxieties and fears. Nor did she think it fair to frustrate her young husband too. No, the best thing, she had decided, was to end the whole thing and get a divorce as quickly as possible. They would both be happier that way.
So confused and overwrought was she that her innocent young mind did not fully realize the seriousness of her decision, or even stop to think that she might be acting hastily. All she knew was that she wanted to run away, to be alone again where she would not have to confront the horrible shame that bound her so tightly. She wanted a divorce, and planned to fly to Reno to get it immediately.
With determination she crumped up the first draft of the note, threw it in the wastebasket, and started another. She wrote hesitantly, but at last completed it. Leaning back with a sigh, she read it over.
Dear Tom:
Please forgive me for what I'm about to do, but I can't go on this way any longer. I haven't been able to be a good wife physically to you. I know that, and I'm sorry. I've tried to get over these silly fears, believe me I've tried, but it's just no use. I'm going to get a divorce. I love you Tom, and if I thought there was any other way out for us, I would take it. But there isn't. I want you to have your freedom. I'm sorry.
Debbie
Momentarily she wondered if she should tell him she was going to Reno, but then she realized that if she did, he would follow her and try to talk her out of it, so she didn't indicate her destination. She folded the note carefully and placed it in an envelope, leaving it propped up on the desk where she knew Tom would see it. Then, fighting back tears, she stood up, smoothed the skirt of her demure tailored suit with trembling hands, picked up her suitcase, and walked out of the apartment, hardly daring to look back for fear she would change her mind. An hour later she was on a plane for Reno, Nevada.
* * *
It was hot in Reno, uncomfortably hot for early summer, and when Debbie stepped out of the plane she began to feel for the first time the enormity of her decision. She was in a totally alien place where she didn't know a living soul, and she suddenly realized that she hadn't the faintest idea where to turn, or what to do next. Numbly she walked from the plane into the streamlined airlines terminal, her eyes squinting against the relentless rays of the sun. Her tight suit, perfect for cooler Seattle, was uncomfortable here, and it seemed to cling to her body, pressing heatedly against her young form and making her feel like a wilted flower.
At the information counter inside the air conditioned terminal, a girl in her early twenties sat chewing gum and reading through a True Confessions magazine. She was heavily made up, with bright red hair teased into a huge bouffant, and wearing a tight fitting, low-cut jersey and an extra short white mini skirt. She looked up as Debbie approached, her scarlet lips pushed into a pout, as though she were annoyed at being disturbed from her reading.
"Can I help you?" she inquired in a bored voice, looking Debbie over cynically.
"I ... I hope so," the confused young wife replied nervously. "You see I'm ... I'm new in town ... and I...."
"You looking for a lawyer or a hotel?" the girl asked, obviously used to frightened new arrivals in the divorce capital of the world.
"Why ... I guess ... a lawyer...." Debbie replied, startled by the directness of the girl's question. Suddenly she felt terribly foolish.
"For a divorce, right?"
"Y ... Yes...."
"How fast do you want it?"
Debbie was shocked by the girl's callousness. How could she be so blase' about other people's suffering? She acts as though this were a ... a divorce mill, Debbie thought, where you can pick a divorce the way you pick a detergent in a supermarket!
"As quickly as possible," she said finally, trying to muster some kind of dignity.
The girl quickly flipped through a file box and pulled out a card.
"This guy's close by and he'll get you the fastest one in the city. He's right around the corner." She shoved the card at Debbie. "He'll know a good hotel, too, probably."
"Thanks so much," Debbie said dazedly, looking at the card-Ed Karlen, Lawyer, Special Attention to Divorce Cases. Promptness Assured.
"Good luck, honey," the girl said amiably.
"Thank you," Debbie answered with a wan, half smile. Then, quickly shoving the card in her handbag, she picked up her suitcase and made her way toward the front entrance of the terminal.
The redhead watched her for a moment, shaking her head slowly. She saw them arrive by the hundreds, their bags clutched in their hands, they eyes full of fear, looking for the fastest exit from a bad marriage. She was glad she wasn't one of those girls. When she got married, she'd stay good and married for keeps like it always turned out in the confession books. With a smug little smile, she turned back to her magazine and began to read eagerly.
* * *
"Yes, Mrs. Lyons, I think I can help you."
In a small, ugly office near the airport, Debbie was seated stiffly before the desk of a thin, balding middle-age man, with a pinched face and small, weasel-like eyes.
"Of course," he was saying, "these things can't be settled overnight. There's papers to be drawn up, certain formalities. Your residency is supposed to be for six weeks, but my brother-in-law's a good friend of one of the judges, and if I ask him to put in a good word for you, we might have this settled in about a week. How's that?"
"That ... that would be fine," Debbie responded weakly. Is that all it takes? she thought. Just a week and it's over? Her eyes filled with tears as she thought of the weeks of happiness with Tom, about to be undone by a 'good word' from the sleazy man opposite her.
"And don't you worry, now, young lady, everything will work out just fine. Leave it to me. All you have to do is stay here for the formalities. Do you have a hotel lined up?"
"No ... no I don't. I thought maybe you might...."
"Recommend something? As a matter-of-fact I can." He opened his desk drawer and rummaged through it until he found a colored brochure that he pulled out and placed on the desk for Debbie to take. "You're quite lucky, Mrs. Lyons, because you've come during a particularly slack period, and I think this place has some vacancies at the moment. I highly recommend it."
Debbie picked up the brochure and glanced at it. "RANCHO DELLA RENO, A Luxury Dude Ranch for Women." A photograph showed a handsome, ranch-style building with a pool, and grass and flowers surrounding it. Behind were high, beautiful mountains and the desert.
"It looks very nice," the young would-be divorcee said, impressed with the pictured beauty of the place. Just what I need, she said to herself. Somewhere beautiful to lick my wounds.
"Would you like me to call and make a reservation for you? I happen to know the woman who runs it and I'd be happy to do it."
"If you wouldn't mind, I'd really appreciate it. I don't know my way around here at all."
"No trouble at all," he said cheerfully picking up the phone and dialing. Debbie noticed that he wore several garish rings on his thin fingers. "Believe me I know how hard it is for a young girl like you to take such a big step." He smiled at her, curling his thin lips back over his prominent teeth, and listened as the phone rang at Rancho Delia Reno. "Ava? This is Ed Karlen. I'm fine, sweetheart, how are you?" The lawyer laughed heartily at her reply, an unpleasant, high-pitched laugh, Debbie thought, devoid of humor. " ... Listen, there's a young woman in my office, a very pretty little thing, who needs a place to stay for the usual period. I thought that ... Oh yes? You do? ... Fine ... I'll send her right out. Fine. Goodbye, Ava. Yes, let's get together soon." He hung up the phone and smiled broadly at Debbie. "It's all set. They just had a vacancy and she says she'll be happy to have you out there."
"Oh thank you so much."
"Not at all. Just take a taxi out to the Rancho, the driver'll know where it is. And from then on you just rest and enjoy yourself. We can settle our account after the divorce is granted. How's that?"
"That would be fine."
"Excellent. Now you just run along out to the Rancho and ask for Ava Lattimer. She'll take care of you and see that you have everything you need. All right?"
"All right," she replied, smiling in gratitude. She rose from the chair, picked up her luggage and started out of the tiny office. "And thank you so much, Mr. Kramer."
"Not at all, my dear, not at all. I'll call you at the Rancho and let you know how it's going."
The balding lawyer watched with sly interest as Debbie left the office, letting his narrow, beady eyes rove lewdly over her supple young body.
Yes, he thought wickedly to himself, Ava'll take real good care of you, little lady. Real good.
* * *
Ava Lattimer sat in her private bedroom at the Rancho Reno admiring herself in a full-length mirror. She was a tall woman in her early thirties, with an imperious oval face topped with a coiled heap of thick black hair, streaked with silver by her beautician. Her eyes were large and glittered a bright emerald green, and her lips were full and sensuous, painted a perfect scarlet. Her svelte body was tall and Amazonian in build, fully revealed by the skin tight, cream-colored cowgirl shirt and slacks she wore. The tight material molded enticingly over her haughtily jutting breasts, two ripely firm melons coming to sharply defined points, then tapered down to a wasp-waist, tightly bound in a wide hand-tooled leather belt with a large Mexican silver buckle. Her Western slacks fit snugly against her rounded hips, clung like a second skin to her long, sleek legs and disappeared into a pair of ornate, silver-encrusted, high-heeled boots.
She took great pains to maintain her ravishing good looks, and her appearance never betrayed the fact that she was rapidly approaching thirty-five. She could still compete with any woman, of any age, and she knew it. She turned around slowly before the mirror, pleased at how she looked, yet examining her face and body carefully for any cracks in her perfect mask. She reached up with her long, slender fingers, tipped with scarlet-painted nails, and rearranged a coil or two in her elaborate hairdo until she was perfectly satisfied.
"You're sure lookin' good, Ava," a male voice said behind her.
The vain brunette whirled around suddenly, anger flashing from her deep-green eyes.
"Damn it, Roy! Haven't I told you never to come in here without knocking?"
Her visitor was a tall, deeply tanned, broad-shouldered and muscular cowboy, wearing skin-tight denim jeans and shirt, with thick, high black boots and a broad-brimmed Stetson that dipped down over his rugged, somewhat cruel face. Tufts of thick brown hair curled out around his ears, down the back of his neck, and over the red bandana he wore. His tight shirt was open almost to the waist and revealed an extremely hairy chest.
"What's the matter, baby? Don't you like surprises?" he asked, his craggy features twisting into a leering, suggestive smile. "I got a little horny out there in the bunkhouse and wanted a little action. I'm sick of those other dames you got here, and I thought maybe you'd spare a few minutes for a lonesome ole cowpoke."
He approached her slowly, with long strides, while he reached down and openly stroked the outline of his huge, pulsing cock and balls bulging inside his tight jeans.
Ava's face tightened, and her lips pursed together in disapproval.
"I haven't got time for you now. There's a new girl coming out this afternoon, and I've got to get ready to meet her."
"Yeah?" the hulking cowboy said, his dark eyes lighting up with interest. "Say, that's real nice to hear. Me and the boys are gettin' restless for some nice fresh pussy. We figure for what we pay, we should get fresh cunt a little more often than we do."
He laughed coarsely, reached out with his strong arms, and seized the voluptuous female, crushing her statuesque frame to his massive body and grinding his hips lewdly into her abdomen.
"Listen," Ava said, struggling to resist him. "Ed Karlen says she's really something. You tell the boys to keep their pants on for a while, and I promise you'll have that nice sweet little cunt all to yourselves when she gets here." Roy was covering her neck with hard, rough kisses. His massive penis had hardened stiffly now inside his pants, and low animal sounds of pleasure rose from deep in his throat as he pawed her with increasingly mounting hunger. "Roy, goddamnit, no!" Ava said firmly, pulling away from him. "You know how much I like your cock, honey, but I've got work to do."
Undaunted, Roy unzipped the front of his jeans and withdrew his massively erect cock, obviously proud of its exceptional size and girth, and gripped it shamelessly in the palm of his hand.
"I feel as horny as a bull," he growled. There was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" Ava called. "Delores, Mees Lattimer...."
"Come in."
The door opened momentarily, and a small, extremely well-built Mexican girl, with flashing eyes, dark skin and jet-black hair, slipped quickly inside. She was dressed in a low cut white blouse and colorful, full skirt.
"A Meesus Lyons is here," she said, not batting an eyelash at the sight of Roy openly fondling his fully erect cock.
"Oh good," Ava replied. "I've got to go, Roy. Delores, why don't you stay here and take care of Roy while I'm gone. Seems he's a little lonesome."
A frightened look flashed briefly across the young girl's dark eyes, but it' was replaced immediately with one of weary resignation.
"Yes, Mees Lattimer."
She walked over to Roy, who grinned lewdly at her, and lifted her skirt. She wore no panties and her dark-fringed vaginal split was fully exposed to the hotly excited cowboy.
"Down on the floor, cunt," he snarled. Obediently, the girl dropped down and lay back, on the thickly carpeted floor, pulled up her dress and spread her legs. In the next moment, Roy had yanked his tight jeans halfway down his legs, and was kneeling between the Mexican beauty's wide splayed thighs, positioning his rigidly inflated penis at the entrance to her numbly proffered pussy. "Ready or not here it comes, babe," he cried, flexing his hips forwards and plowing his lust-thickened hardness fully up into her completely unprepared cunt so hard that she was pulled up from the floor by the violent force of his rough intrusion.
"Oooohhhhh!!" she groaned in pain, as his long hard cock tore mercilessly up into her tender young vaginal depths.
"Have fun," Ava remarked, and coolly left the room, closing the door behind her to drown out the tortured groans and cries of the ravaged little Mexican girl.
* * *
Debbie stood nervously in the spacious lounge of the Rancho Delia Reno. When she got out of the cab she had been initially disappointed, for the Rancho looked somewhat less luxurious than it had in the photographs. Although the landscape was beautiful, the grounds seemed somewhat neglected, and the main building, a long, low, rambling structure of Western-Mexican design, seemed in need of repair. Yet overall, it was still a beautiful place, quite a few miles from Reno, and very quiet.
Glancing around, she saw a few women sitting around smoking or leafing through magazines, looking bored and somewhat nervous. They seemed older than she was, and when she walked in they eyed her with suspicion. She sat down on a couch near the corner, with her luggage close by, feeling strange and ill at ease. Now and then a cowboy walked in and left soon after with one of the women. The sight of the cowboys puzzled her. She assumed that they must work at the Rancho, yet there was a swagger and indolence about the way they walked through the lounge, eyeing the women in an almost sensual way, and dressed in tight-fitting, shabby work clothes like vagabonds or drifters. She would have thought that they would have had to keep themselves spruced up and presentable. After all, wasn't this a vacation resort? And why did the women seem so strange to her, and why did they go off with the cowboys with an uncertain, nervous look in their eyes? It was extremely puzzling to the bewildered young girl, yet she tried to ease her fears, knowing that nearly everything made her nervous and confused lately.
After she had been sitting in the lounge for a few minutes, a pretty little Mexican girl came to ask who she was, and then left to find the Lattimer woman that Ed Kramer had told her to ask for. Soon after, one of the women, a well-built blonde in a tight-fitting skirt and blouse, came by and sat down next to her.
"You new here, honey?" she inquired.
"Yes ... I just got into town today."
"Oh...." The woman eyed her strangely. "Divorce, huh?"
"Yes...." Debbie answered, somewhat put off by the directness of the woman's questioning. "Have ... have you been here long?"
"About a month," the woman answered with a trace of sarcasm.
"A month? But my lawyer said it wouldn't take more than a week."
"Yeah ... my lawyer said the same thing. It takes longer sometimes ... and besides ... I kind of like this place." A strange look came into the woman's eyes. "It's hard to leave once you get settled ... I mean...."
"You must be Mrs. Lyons!" a sudden voice broke their conversation.
Debbie turned suddenly to find herself face to face with a tall, striking, silver-streaked brunette.
"I'm Ava Lattimer. Welcome to the Rancho Delia Reno." She shot a quick dark glance at the blonde woman. "Sounds as if Mrs. Jameson was getting you acquainted with things already."
"No ... no I wasn't really," the Jameson woman said nervously. "Just making small talk."
"Well, that's fine. Now, Mrs. Lyons, why don't you come to my office. And Mrs. Jameson, will you do me a big favor and see if you can find Sandy? I want him to take Mrs. Lyons' luggage to her room. I think he's at the bunkhouse."
"The bunkhouse...." the blonde replied absently. "All right, Ava, sure."
Without another word, she rose quickly and left through the wide glass front door.
"Follow me, Mrs. Lyons."
"Please call me Debbie," the young woman said, as she followed the sleek woman out of the lounge and down the hall.
"Of course, and you must call me Ava."
She stopped in front of a large wooden door, opened it, and nodded to indicate Debbie was to go inside. The young bride found herself in a pleasant room, decorated in Spanish and Western motif with a maroon leather couch, a wide desk, and a few chairs. After closing the door, Ava moved elegantly to her seat behind the desk and motioned for the young wife to sit down also.
"I hope you like it here, Debbie. We try to make it as comfortable as possible for girls like yourself. It's such a difficult period to go through, and we do our best to see that you enjoy yourself and have fun while the lawyers take care of all that sordid business. Now Ed Karlen called and gave me most of the information I need, like name and address, but there's one or two more things ... by the way, how old are you?"
"Just ... just nineteen."
"So young!" The voluptuous woman let her eyes rove appreciatively over Debbie's petite, but well rounded body. It was apparent to her that despite the prim suit she wore, this new arrival was just the sort of beautifully innocent creatures Ava liked to have at the Rancho. "How long were you married?"
"A ... a month...."
"Good heavens, it didn't last long did it? But men can be such beasts at times. Why we had one young thing in here last year who left her husband after a week!"
Suddenly the memory of all that had happened in the past few weeks welled up in Debbie with the force of a hurricane. Tears suddenly spilled down her cheeks, and her shoulders shook.
"Oh, honey," Ava said comfortingly, "I didn't mean to upset you. Look, let me get you a glass of wine. It'll calm you down. I guess I'm so used to these things that I forget how hard it can be emotionally."
She walked to a well stocked bar near one corner of the room, and began to pour out two glasses of wine. Debbie sat with her back to the brunette, dabbing her tears with a handkerchief she pulled from her handbag, and didn't notice when Ava slyly dropped a few grains of white powder into her drink from a glass vial she had hidden amongst the bottles.
This should relax her plenty, the imperious female mused as she watched the powder disappear without a trace into the red wine. And once she's relaxed, Sandy should be able to do his little number on her without much trouble at all. Of course, she might struggle a bit, but with the dope I've dropped in her drink she'll never know what hit her. Besides the boys are getting itchy for some fresh young pussy, and they 'll be very pleased with this naive little bitch, I'm sure.
"Well, now," she chirped as she walked back to the young bride holding out the glass of wine, "drink this down and I'm sure you'll feel much better. It's a Mexican wine, and it tastes just a wee bit bitter at first, but it's very, very good."
Debbie took the glass gratefully and took a little sip. At first she found the taste, as Ava had predicted, a little bitter, but as the liquid coursed down her throat, her body began to relax a little, and she leaned back in her chair, grateful for a little relief from her tension, and took a second swallow.
"I hope this doesn't go to my head," she said, "I don't usually drink very much...."
"Debbie, my advice is let it go to your head. You've been through a terrible ordeal, and you owe it to yourself to relax now and have some fun. You only live onee, you know, and you'll be a free woman soon. It's hard now, but you'll find there are advantages to being independent again. And you're so young and pretty that you'll probably have the time of your life."
The young bride mused over Ava's words, remembering that the reason she had left Tom was to be able to be alone again, and not have to face the terrible fears that plagued her day and night. Perhaps the Lattimer woman was right. Perhaps she had made the right decision and would be much better off without Tom. At least she wouldn't be any trouble to anybody.
The potent wine began to take its effect, although Debbie was hardly aware of it at first. Her body began to grow warm and tingly, and a pleasantly euphoric haze began to waft through her mind like a light Spring breeze.
"This wine is very nice," she said. "I feel much better already."
"Good. Then drink up."
Ava took a deep swallow of her own drink, and Debbie followed suit, taking deeper and deeper swallows, and growing rapidly more giddy under the influence of the drug.
"I'm going to put you in room seven," the proprietress said. "It's a nice big room, and it looks out over the pool. I'm sure you'll like it."
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
A young cowboy, who looked to be only about eighteen or nineteen, Debbie's own age, entered. He was dressed neatly in a light blue western shirt and snug-fitting, newly washed dungarees. His face struck her immediately, for it was open and boyish, the way Tom's had been that first time she saw him. The boy had bright, sandy colored hair, ruddy cheeks, and clear grey eyes. His skin looked well scrubbed, and there were freckles around his sensitive nose. Something about him made Debbie's heart begin to pound in her chest, particularly when he smiled at her.
She turned away, blushing slightly in embarrassment.
What am I doing, she thought anxiously. I'm here to get a divorce, and I'm practically flirting with this boy.
She struggled to contain herself, but she found herself uncomfortably aware of his appealingly handsome looks. She had no way of knowing that her reaction was heightened considerably by the drug that Ava had slipped in her drink, and her body responded involuntarily to his magnetic presence.
"Sandy," Ava was saying, "this is Mrs. Lyons. Would you take her up to her room?"
"Sure thing Ma'am," he answered. He had a soft voice, with a pleasant Western drawl. "I got her bags with me out in the hall right now."
"How sweet, Sandy. Debbie, just follow Sandy upstairs and he'll see that you're settled in properly."
"Fine. Thank you. I will," she replied, a little giddy and scarcely knowing what she was saying.
As she rose from her seat, the young girl suddenly realized she must be drunk, for she felt so woozy and unbalanced that she started to fall forward and had to hold onto the desk for support.
"I ... I feel ... so strange...." she said, her voice sounding thick and far away.
"Oh, it's that wine," the tall woman replied, laughing, "I told you it's quite strong. But don't worry, you'll get used to it."
"Here Ma'am, take my arm," the handsome young cowboy said, offering to help her.
"No ... no," Debbie said, somewhat nervously, "I think I can make it. Gosh, I only had a few sips."
She managed to regain her poise and followed Sandy out the door into the hallway.
"See you later, Debbie," Ava called after her.
"Yes, fine...."
Sandy lifted her suitcase and flight bag, led her down the hall to the stairs, and up to the second floor.
"It's real nice to have you here, M'am. And Miss Lattimer's a real nice lady. I sure do enjoy working at the Rancho."
"Are there many cowboys here?" she inquired without real interest as she made her was unsteadily up the stairs behind him.
"Oh, a few, more or less, depends on how busy it gets around here. We all live out at the bunkhouse, just behind the pool. I'll show it to you sometimes."
"That would be very nice."
They were walking down the second floor hallway now, with the handsome cowboy leading the way. Somehow Debbie couldn't keep her eyes away from him. She found herself gazing shamelessly at his slender, but extremely muscular body, so well revealed by his snug cowboy clothes. He looked like something from a Western film, rugged yet sensitive, and so attractive that she found herself wanting to ... to reach out and touch him ... to run her hands in his light hair and feel the hard rounded curves of his buttocks beneath the tight Levi's.
Oh God, she thought suddenly, what's happening to me? I've never felt like this before! Never! The wine ... it must be the wine....
Despite her efforts to control herself, her body grew warmer and warmer as she walked, and a strange churning sensation began to throb up between her thighs. The nerve endings of her skin seemed unbearably sensitive, and beneath the thinly covering nylon of her panties her vaginal mound started to pulse insistently with aching desire. In fact, to her shock and dismay, it seemed to grow moist as she walked ... heated and moist!
To her great relief, Sandy stopped at a door at the end of the hall and opened it.
"Room seven, M'am."
She walked in and was immediately delighted, for the room was large and sunny, decorated in pine paneling and the Western Mexican motif that dominated the Rancho. Spacious windows looked out on the grounds, there were plenty of mirrors, a large vanity table, and a huge, comfortable looking bed big enough for at least four people.
"Oh, it's lovely," she said happily, walking unsteadily around the pleasant interior.
"Sure glad you like it, M'am."
Sandy set her bags down near the door and showed her where the bathroom was, the closets, the curtain pulls. Then he stood, staring at her, while she sat on the bed, testing the mattress.
"It's a wonderful room...."
The young wife glanced up and caught sight of the cowboy. There seemed to be a strange glint in his eye, a barely detectable look of cruel sensuality she hadn't noticed at all before, but in a moment it was gone, and Sandy beamed at her warmly.
"You must be tired Ma'am, why don't you kick off your shoes and relax on the bed."
"Oh, I think I will. That wine is really making my head spin."
"If you need anything, Ma'am, just ask for Sandy, okay?"
"I will. And thank you so much."
"My pleasure."
He smiled winningly at her once more and went outside, closing the door behind him. Debbie wondered why she was so overwhelmingly attracted to the boy, for she was normally very reserved and had never let herself have such feelings except for Tom. But today was different! Maybe it was the newness of the place, or the wine, she didn't know, but she seemed to be responding in ways that were completely unfamiliar. To her amazement, her body continued to grow warmer and exceedingly sensitive to texture and heat. Suddenly she became obsessed with the idea of taking her clothes off, to cool her rapidly heating flesh, and soon she was feverishly pulling at the zippers and hooks of her suit until she had freed herself completely of clothes and was totally naked. One of the windows was open slightly, and the warm desert breeze blew into the room, caressing the cream-white skin of her softly rounded body. The sloping protrusion of her firm young breasts grew goose pimply, and the pink-tipped areolas hardened slightly in erotic response to the breeze that wafted over her nakedness like a curtain of gossamer chiffon. She tingled deliciously from head to foot.
Oh, I feel so wonderful, she thought, so wonderful. She lay down on the bed, letting the sensitive curves of her involuntarily aroused body ease sensually against the silken coverlet. Hardly aware of what she was doing, she began to writhe slowly against it, pressing her rounded white buttocks against the smooth material, and wantonly twisting her naked young body as she stretched out wide on the bed. Lazily, she let her hands begin to wander over her newly responsive skin, her fingers grazing sensually over her hips, and moving upward until she found the desire-hardened tips of her warmly throbbing breasts. She cupped the two nakedly soft mounds of flesh in her hands and squeezed them, relishing the tingling delight her actions produced.
I shouldn't he doing this, she thought dimly, in the back of her drug-sodden mind, but I don't care. I don't care! She closed her eyes and felt as if she were floating on a magic cloud high above the earth, billowing high like a bird, without a worry in the world. Unconsciously her hands flew down to her hotly pulsing vaginal split and she tentatively began to touch the heated wet flesh. At once rippling waves of pleasure surged through her loins, and she sighed happily, like a child, letting her eagerly probing fingers penetrate deeper and deeper into her warmly responsive cuntal depths. She sighed deeply, and began to drift into a euphoric sleep, her hands still pressed in the downy warmth of her excited young pussy.
Almost immediately she seemed to start dreaming ... she was still in her room at the Rancho, but it was like a technicolor movie. All the colors were heightened and blurry, and so beautiful that she could scarcely believe it. In the "dream she was shamelessly fingering her vaginal flesh and enjoying it immensely as she pulled the pink, softly pulsating outer lips apart with her fingers. Her legs were spread, opening her feminine softness to the world and exposing the blushing wet entrance to her inner cuntal depths. Tenderly, she stroked it, making it flare moistly open, as she moaned and mewled in utter ecstasy.
Slowly, in her dream, she could see the door to the room open. Sandy entered, only now he was completely naked, his slender young body gleaming like dark copper, his muscles firm and thick, his handsome, youthful face glowing with desire. His long hard penis, rising out of a golden halo of curling pubic hair, was arching mightily upwards, the thick undervein visibly throbbing. Beneath the fully erect cock, his testicles swayed obscenely, pushed forward by his lean, corded thighs. He smiled at her, his teeth glistening, while his hands grasped his massively thick penis, and began to stroke it slowly, rhythmically, up and down. He walked towards her, and she felt desire for him, great waves of hot, pulsing need like nothing she had ever felt for a man before. She wanted him! She wanted him to fuck her, fuck her until she couldn't take it any more. She wanted his strong, youthful body to crush her, to press the softly pliant flesh of her breasts against his hard chest and make her squeal with excitement, and cum ... she wanted to cum with him....
In her dream state she could hear Sandy calling to her...."I want you, baby doll," he said in a melodious drawl, "I want to eat you out and I want to stick my tongue in your sweet, ever loving pussy and lick you until you scream ... and then I'll fuck you ... fuck you with my big, hard cock stuck real deep in your tight little cunt ... would you like that, baby doll? Would you like that?"
"Oh yes," she heard herself moan in a far away voice. "Yess ... yeeessssssss! Lick my pussy ... oh God, lick my pussy!"
The lithely muscular cowboy climbed onto the foot of the wide bed and knelt nakedly before her, his massively long cock jutting upwards like a curving scimitar. His bright eyes glittered with male desire as, slowly, he lowered his face down to the wildly throbbing mound up between her legs. His wet serpentine tongue flicked out to lightly lick the fluted edges of her warmly pulsing cuntal split.
The touch of this stranger's tongue on her eagerly quivering vaginal flesh sent delicious shimmers of warmth rippling through the young wife's nakedly writhing body. She mewled in catlike pleasure as down between her nakedly spread thighs Sandy licked the full length of her fevered cuntal opening, and then began to hungrily suck on her overly sensitive clitoris, teasing it until that little penis-like bud grew erect and began to throb intensely.
"OOOOOooohhhhh," she moaned, scarcely believing the fantastic thrills that sizzled through her hotly throbbing loins. She drew her knees back and lifted her hips upwards in lewd invitation, opening her entire cuntal plane as far as possible to give the lusty youth full access to her hungrily churning pussy. Her hands flew to his tangled hair, and she ran her fingers through it, relishing the feeling of it. She couldn't get enough, it was a wonderful dream, wonderful.
Suddenly, Sandy stiffened his moistened tongue and teasingly explored the desire dilated mouth to her tight little cunt. Then, his tongue wiggling like a crawling serpent, he pushed inside the warm, succulent flesh and began to rotate it inside the softly palpitating interior, sending bursts of radiant heat throughout Debbie's shamelessly aroused body. Her head turned from side to side in mounting ecstasy as he began to whirl his tongue faster and faster inside her. Groaning in lewd delight, she gripped his hair tighter and forced his wetly questing mouth to press hard against her frantically quivering pussy.
At that moment, the partially opened window slammed shut in a sudden gust of wind, and Debbie was jolted awake from her dream. It was only then that, to her horror, she realized that it was no dream! For her legs were pulled up and wantonly spread and the slender young cowboy was ACTUALLY LICKING HER PUSSY! Screaming in fright, the naked young wife struggled to pull away from him.
"What ... what are you doing?" she gasped, kicking her legs furiously in an effort to escape his tantalizing oral probing. The young man lifted his face momentarily, his eyes flashing cruelly.
"I thought I was dreaming! Please ... please go away! Don't touch me!" Debbie alternately pleaded and commanded.
"You wanted this, baby, and I ain't stopping now! You keep struggling, and I'll slap that pretty face so hard you'll think you're dreaming again! You get me?"
"What's happened to you?" she cried in disbelief. Only a few minutes ago he had treated her with gentleness, showing her every courtesy when he brought her to the room. Now he was like a raging beast! Her mind turned over in terror.
I must be drunk! I could never have let this happen unless I was drunk, she thought. Oh God, oh my God!
"Now lay back, Mrs. Lyons. I mean what I say. It wouldn't bother me a bit to crack you one in the mouth!"
With a gasp of horror, Debbie realized she was completely at his mercy. She had to submit to him now, no matter how terrified she was. Closing her eyes to blot out the shameful sight, she lay helplessly back on the bed, trembling from head to foot. Immediately the sadistic young cowboy plunged his face back into the steaming wetness of her pussy, and drove his tongue deeply into the fearfully clenched flesh.
Debbie was confused and mortified. She couldn't imagine how she had gotten into this position, and shame crashed over her like a tidal wave. Yet her body, still under the influence of the powerful aphrodisiac once more began to wantonly respond to Sandy's urgent tongue-fucking, despite her mental humiliation. Hot flickering flashes of desire burned in her warmly throbbing vaginal depths, and her naked skin tingled with excitement that she struggled desperately to resist. She couldn't give in! She couldn't! It was too horrible! Dimly she realized the irony of what had happened. She had tried to escape from her sexual fears and now, apparently, had unwittingly gotten into the situation far more terrible than the one at home.
OH NOOOOO! her mind screamed, as once again the face of Uncle Andy flashed into her brain, making her shudder in fear. I can't stand it, I can't!
Yet the brutal intensity of the cowboy's savagely whirling tongue began to have it's effect on her, aided immensely by the drugged wine, and soon she found her frantically writhing body becoming overwhelmed with surges of animal passion so strong and exciting that it began to obliterate the shameful childhood memories of her uncle. Despite her anxiety, low moans of delight bubbled from deep in her throat, and her increasingly passionate young body began to pulse with ripples of involuntary pleasure.
"UUUNNNNnnnnggggg...." she groaned, "Annnggggg...."
Sandy continued to drive his lewdly licking tongue deeper and deeper into her spontaneously clutching pussy. At the same time, he gripped his still inflated hotly jerking penis in his hand and began to pump it up and down. He knew it was futile to attempt to fuck the drug-dazed girl, she was too conscious now for that, but he was damned if he wasn't going to get off, too, even if he couldn't get it up inside that sweet little cunt of hers.
That can wait till another time, he thought darkly. After all, Ava said just to make sure I get enough for the pictures and tapes, and it doesn't matter how.
But he knew he had been more than successful, for despite Debbie's brief resistance, the drug overpowered her, and she was twisting and turning her upraised pelvis against his mouth, writhing in delight as his ovaled lips greedily sucked on the wet pulsing flesh of her vaginal slit. Meanwhile, he jerked his lust-swollen penis up and down, increasing his own moutning frenzy of passion.
"AAAAANNNNGGGGHHHHH!" the naked young, married woman cried, scarcely believing the waves of excruciating passion that rippled through her helplessly aroused loins and shattered the last of her futile resistance. Her pussy lips flared open hungrily now, and the quivering wet walls of her inner cuntal flesh clutched greedily at the boy's hotly twisting tongue, trying to pull it even further inside her desperately sucking vaginal depths. Her body seemed to be operating on its own, aided by the powerful drug, and furthered by a desperate, unconscious need for the complete sexual release which Debbie had pent up inside her for years. Now there was nothing she could do to stem the tide of raging lust that thundered like a flash flood through her. There was nothing to do but surrender, surrender to it fully.
The excitement was almost unbearable. She was bobbing like a helpless raft on a turbulent sea of sensuality. The fire raging in her loins became an inferno, and she twisted and writhed to accommodate it's urgent hunger. She felt like a shameless whore, vulgar and vile, yet there was nothing she could do about it! Then suddenly she knew instinctively she was close to orgasm, and in a vivid flash she remembered her brief flight of ecstasy the previous evening when Tom had ravished and fucked her so painfully in the anus from behind. She had forgotten that wonderful feeling, it had been so brief, so elusive, but the promise of it was here again! Pinwheels of light seemed to burst behind her tightly closed eyelids! Her nakedly writhing young body was consumed with a cascading delight, and she was afraid she would explode from the overpowering force of her release.
"I'M CUMMMMMINNGGGGGG!" she screamed, not aware that the shrill voice of ecstasy she heard was her own, "OH GODDDD I'M CUMMMIINNNGGGG!"
At the same time, the young cowboy had reached his own climax, for while his feverish tongue-fucking was producing Debbie's lurid responses, it was also increasing his own pleasure. He stroked himself wildly until his rigidly stiffened hardness was nearly raw from the force of it. His heavily bouncing balls began to churn with hot sperm, making his loins ache with the onrush of orgasm. His seething climax grew and grew as he jerked furiously at his cock and bore his face down into the gushing succulent wetness of Debbie's vaginal softness. And suddenly he was there! Jets of thick, milk-white cum squirted obscenely out of the tip of his thickly inflated penis, streaming out and splashing in rich pools on the coverlet. He groaned with aching pleasure into the helplessly pulsing pussy flesh that enveloped his mouth and tongue.
Debbie's madly quaking cuntal walls were consumed with fiery ripples of pleasure as her own hotly cascading cum flowed out, spreading over Sandy's greedily licking tongue. It seemed to go on for hours, and she moaned incoherently, consumed by an obscene delight she had never known existed until yesterday.
Soon, however, their passion began to ebb, and Sandy, having ejaculated the last of his scalding hot sperm onto the bedspread, withdrew from the still softly throbbing body of the deeply drugged young housewife.
Debbie was totally exhausted by the intense tongue-fucking she had received and she lay back after her orgasm to rest for a moment and try to clear her drug-fogged brain. Hearing the door slam, she glanced up and realized with a shock that her young ravisher had left without a word. Suddenly she felt completely frightened and alone. Her rash decision to seek a divorce seemed to have led her into a nightmare worse than the one she had left behind. But she couldn't sort it out now. Her mind and body were so sexually satiated that she felt weighted with lead. Before she knew what had happened, she had fallen into a deep, heavy sleep.
In the next room, Ava watched through a concealed peephole that gave her a perfect view of what had taken place in room 7. She smiled slyly as the drugged young bride fell into an exhausted slumber.
"Good," she said aloud. "She'll probably be out until the morning. That'll give us time to cool her off a little."
The door to the room opened, and Sandy came in, still naked.
"I came for my clothes, Ava. How'd I do?"
"Beautiful, honey," she said, striding over to the handsome, naked young cowboy. "You got me kind of excited myself." She let her hands roam enticingly over the muscular youth's firm, hard body. "And I got plenty of pictures and a very charming tape recording. I think Mrs. Lyons will be with us for quite a while."
"That's real nice, Ava," he drawled, reaching around and fondling the smoothly rounded cheeks of her buttocks encased in tight slacks. "The boys could sure use some fresh cunt like that around here."
"Yeah, that's true," the older woman replied. She smiled provocatively at the handsome youth as she grasped his softened penis and felt it pulsating to life once more as she teased it with her fingers. "And so could I," she laughed. "Baby, so could I!" And to prove her point, she quickly knelt in front of the naked young cowboy. She lifted his half-erected cock to her mouth and then glanced up at him, a wanton smile on her wetly parted lips, "You shouldn't have wasted it all in there. Do you have anything left?"
"Why don't you see, Ava."
"Ummmmmm," the kneeling woman said, and then closing her lips wetly around the smooth rubbery head of his rising hardness, went on to prove that he did have quite a bit of his hotly growing cum left up inside his softly dangling testicles.
CHAPTER FOUR
The neon sign flashed on and off in the window of the Moon-Lake au Go-Go bar in downtown Seattle. Inside, Tom Lyons sat at the end of the dimly-lit bar staring blankly into a half-filled glass of Scotch and ice. He had come home from work that night and found Debbie's note. He'd never expected her to do something as foolish as this, and although he was completely shaken at first, afterwards he had become enraged, stamping through the rooms of the apartment, kicking at the furniture, nearly crazy with anger and disbelief. But there was nothing he could do about it; she hadn't even left a forwarding address. So finally he had put on his leather jacket and driven disconsolately around the city until he found himself in front of the Moon-Lake bar.
Christ, Debbie, he thought drunkenly as he stared into the glittering liquid of his drink. Why the hell did you have to do a crazy thing like that. We could have worked things out. I know it.
But he knew it was useless to keep running it over in his head. He was tired of the whole affair now, tired of the arguments and constant hostility, tired of the sexual problems, tired even of thinking about the divorce. And so he drank one Scotch after the other, until now he was woozy and nearly numb.
Suddenly the room was filled with heavily blaring rock-and-roll music. At first Tom was annoyed by it, but moments later, a bright spotlight went on just above him behind the bar, revealing a huge, circular golden cage containing one of the most fantastically sensual females he had ever seen.
She was a petite girl, about eighteen, with short-cropped red hair that was tousled and wild. Her face was almost angelic with bright eyes the color of turquoise, a pert upturned nose, rosy cheeks, and full red lips that seemed to be in a perpetual pout. Her sexually arousing little body was nearly naked except for two half-dollar sized golden circles that covered her large, proudly jutting breasts, and a narrow little gold G-string that barely covered the enticing, hairless shaved mound of her pubic triangle. Gold high-heeled shoes were her only other garments. The strong spotlight on her voluptuously rounded body made her skin a translucent, slightly perspiring white-gold.
For a moment she stood absolutely still with her hands on hips, legs parted, and her head thrown back defiantly, as a hush fell over the normally boisterous crowd of drinkers. Then she began to grind her buttocks around in time to the savage pulsing beat of the music, slowly at first, then more and more wildly, her breasts jiggling lewdly and her nakedly flaring hips rotating as if they were on ball bearings. Tom was dumbstruck by her erotically undulating movements, and his eyes roved hungrily over her close to nakedly shimmering body. His long eager cock jerked erect, straining tautly against the tightness of his pants, and his hands clutched tightly around his drink as he watched her sensually abandoned dance. She seemed to be one with the intensely throbbing beat of the music, from the top of her wildly flailing head, through her rhythmically bouncing breasts, and forward down to her gold-clad feet.
Every gaze in the bar was riveted to her lightly moving body as her sensuously gyrating hips ground out an international message of heated seduction and her turquoise eyes glittered as though she were in an aphrodisiac trance.
Suddenly she turned her back to the audience, giving them a full view of the curving slope of her back and the proud nakedness of her smooth, tightly rounded buttocks. An audible gasp went up from the bar, and unconsciously Tom began to stroke the rapidly swelling hardness that throbbed against his thigh.
Holy Christ! he thought to himself. What a beautiful piece of ass she'd make!
Now the redhead was facing full front again, and suddenly the lights turned from bright gold to a deep, mysterious aquamarine. The music became slow and bluesy. The girl began to writhe slowly in her cage, her eyes closed, her hands running slowly up and down the smooth contours of her lush young body. As Tom watched, disbelieving, she began exciting herself sexually, cupping her gold-tipped breasts in her hands and squeezing them sensually. Her scarlet mouth fell half-open in excitement, and she ran her tongue lazily over her full ripe lips. Then her hands slid tantalizingly down her smooth, lithely flat stomach, and finally came to rest on the sleek insides of her thighs. She jutted her hips forward and spread her firmly-fleshed thighs with her hands; every eye in the place zeroed in on the narrow gold fabric that barely concealed her thinly spread cuntal split as she thrust it forward shamelessly.
Tom's breath was coming faster and faster, and though he tried to control his responses, the redhead's uninhibited dancing was having an overwhelmingly erotic effect on him. His heart pounded in his chest, and his rigidly stiffened cock ached inside his trousers, ached with the desire to fuck the living daylights out of the voluptuous little go-go dancer. Man, what I could do with that! he thought drunkenly.
Slowly she began to rotate her hips, still holding her smooth inner thighs with her hands, and then she opened her eyes, scanning the room with a sultry look as if she were searching for someone to throw her right down on the stage and fuck her. Then her eyes locked with Tom's directly below her at the bar, and she smiled seductively, again running her tongue over the wetly rounded oval of her mouth. A jolt of naked, sub-conscious desire seemed to pass between them as he gazed up hypnotically into the deep, sexually penetrating pools of her eyes.
The music picked up speed again, the lights flashed brighter, and she began to dance now with a more feverish intensity, her eyes still locked on the handsome young construction foreman as she reached the obscenely scintillating climax of her performance.
It was almost inhuman, the way her sensually ripened body writhed and jerked to the steady pounding of the music. Her arms were raised high above her head as she bumped and lewdly ground her hips in a rapid succession of brazen thrusts that made Tom grow more aroused by the minute. Her mouth hung fully open, her eyes wide; every inch of her nearly naked body was shaking and glittering in the bright spotlight. Then, at the climax of her frenzied dance, the music suddenly ended, and the lights blacked out. For a moment, there was a stunned silence in the room before the crowd burst into wild applause and raucous cheering. The lights in the bar came on again, revealing that the cage was empty and the uninhibited young dancer gone.
Tom took a strong swallow of his drink, trying to calm himself down. The girl had excited him wildly, and his still inflated penis pulsed angrily between his legs. It was strange the way her eyes had locked into his, almost as if she was dancing just for him, desiring him ... inviting him!
Hell, he mused, probably every guy in the place thinks that. I guess the old male ego thinks every go-go girl is shaking her pussy around just for him.
With a sigh, he decided to finish his drink and go home.
"How about offering me a drink too," a female voice said.
Turning quickly, Tom realized that the redhead he had seen dancing so seductively in the cage only a few moments ago was sitting right next to him, dressed in a tight, low-cut gold lame dress that was shorter than any dress he'd ever seen.
"Aren't you ... the dancer?" he asked, trying to mask his excitement at having her right next to him.
"Yeah. Did you like my act?"
"Great. What'd you like to drink?"
"Anything wet," she said, smiling at him with an impudent glint in her eye. "Scotch'll do fine."
He ordered two more Scotches from the bartender, then turned back to the girl. She was even more ravishing in person, and she was wearing a musky, subtle perfume that made the young husband's head spin.
"The name's Cheri. What's yours?" she asked.
"Tom ... Tom Lyons."
"Nice name. Nice face, too. I saw you sitting down there when I was doing my number, and I couldn't resist coming over to say hello. You married?"
Tom was a little shaken by the directness of her question.
"Well, more or less...."
"More or less? What do you mean? Or am I getting too personal?"
"No ... Ah, what the hell ... My wife went off to get a divorce."
"Yeah? Gee, I'm sorry to hear that, baby. Really."
"It just wasn't working out, that's all. I guess it had to happen sooner or later."
"Oh, I know, I just split with my old man a couple of weeks ago. He was groovy, but it was getting to be a bad scene. It happens sometimes. Look, maybe you'd rather be alone."
"No ... no," he said, "I don't think so."
For a moment, he felt a tremor of guilt. After all, he thought, Debbie just left today, and here I am giving the eye to this chick ... I should just get the hell home.
But a deeper instinct prevailed. He wanted to talk to this girl, and after that he wanted to fuck her, fuck her from now to kingdom come. Didn't he have the right? Hadn't his wife deserted him and given him his freedom?
"Good," Cheri cooed, "I kinda hoped you were free ... I mean you've got such cute blond hair, and those eyes ... bedroom eyes. Anyone ever tell you have bedroom eyes or that you're really some hunk of man."
Tom smiled sheepishly at her, pleased by her compliments.
"Thanks ... you're not so bad yourself."
"Yeah? Tell me more. I love to be flattered." She patted her hair archly and then grinned to show she was kidding.
The bartender placed two drinks in front of them.
"To tell you the truth," Tom said after swallowing a heavy dose of Scotch, "you really turned me on up there. The way you were dancing."
"Great. I like to do that to guys. I like to get them real horny, you know? It gets me horny, too. Sometimes while I'm dancing I imagine that one of the guys in the crowd has got his face up between my legs and is licking my cunt...."
Tom choked on his drink, exhaled and spewed Scotch out over the counter. When he continued to wheeze, she patted him on the back a couple of times, and asked, "You okay?"
For a moment Tom couldn't speak as a result of the raw whiskey going down his windpipe, so he merely nodded and wiped the tears from his eyes.
The little redheaded dancer continued blithely...."well, like I said, I sometimes imagine one of the guys in the crowd is sticking his prick up inside my cunt ... you know? He's got me down on the floor and is fucking me right there in that damn cage while all the other guys are watching me get it. I really dig that." She looked at him sensually, her eyes sparkling excitedly while she talked. "Tonight when I saw you, I pretended...." she giggled a little, "that you were the guy. I figured you had a real big cock, you know, and I can see now that you do."
She glanced down between Tom's legs, where the heavily rounded outline of his erect cock was clearly visible in his jeans, for it had been swelling rapidly as she spoke, excited by her directness.
"You're too much," Tom said, finally regaining his voice and laughing.
"Yeah, I guess I am. I get worried about it sometimes, but I Figure let it all hang out, know what I mean? Just do your thing and who cares." She let her hand slip quietly down until it came to rest on the long pulsing thickness of Tom's penis. "Mmmmmmm ... real big and real hard ... oh, would I like to have you shove it up in me and fuck me with it until I couldn't talk ... would you like to do that, Tom? Would you like to fuck me?"
"You don't have to ask twice, baby," he replied, his cock painfully jerking even larger in his tight pants, "it'd be my pleasure."
"Then let's drink up and go over to my place," she said, her eyes twinkling with excitement, "before I break down and ask you to fuck me right here on the bar."
A half hour later, Tom was lounging on the wide bed in the bedroom of Cheri's apartment a few blocks away from the bar. The room was cheerfully decorated with bright orange curtains, posters of naked men and women on the walls, a few pillows strewn along the thick red shag rug that covered the floor, a bookcase with some mystery stories and souvenirs, and a couple of low tables. The bed dominated the room, a large queen-size bed with a white leather bedspread.
Adjoining the bedroom was a bathroom, where Cheri was changing from her "work clothes." Tom had taken off his shoes and shirt, and lay relaxed on the soft bed, drinking from a glass of wine that the uninhibited little redhead had given him. The room was lit softly by many candles, and Cheri had insisted on lighting some incense, the thick curling smoke filling the room with a heavy, musky scent. Lazily, Tom watched the shadows the candles made on the ceiling of the room. Now and then he had second thoughts about his decision to come here, and a brief mental image of Debbie would flash into his consciousness; but somehow he felt he had made the right move, and come what may, he was going through with it. He had held himself back long enough, and the opportunity that was presented to him now was too exciting to turn down.
Christ, he thought, if Debbie can fly off somewhere for a divorce I can sure as hell screw this little redhead without feeling guilty about it.
At that moment, the door to the bathroom opened, and Cheri reappeared, dressed in a loose, see through nightie that came down just past her hips. Tom's cock jerked thickly at the sight of her nakedly curving young body outlined beneath the sheer material by the bathroom light.
"Sorry I took so long," she said, "but I like to freshen up and relax after work."
She flicked off the bathroom light and walked towards him, her sensual frame undulating like liquid mercury. Then she sat down next to him on the bed and let her fingers graze through the curling matt of golden hair that covered his muscular chest. They gazed at each other without a word, desire steadily mounting between them. Slowly Cheri lowered her face and body so that their lips were nearly touching, as vibrations of warm passion generated through their lusty young bodies like a steady current of electricity.
"I want you," she whispered into his ear, "I want to cum with you ... I want to cum like crazy with your cock spewing up inside my cunt...."
Her ruby red lips were parted, half-open in ecstasy, her eyes glimmered like jewels, and in a sudden swirl of irresistible desire Tom reached out suddenly and grabbed her voluptuous, nightie-clad form to him, drawing her down on the bed on top of him in a tight embrace. With a groan of animal lust, the adulterous young husband began to kiss her fiercely, shoving his wetly quivering tongue deep into her warm open mouth, flicking it behind her teeth and merging it hotly with hers, exploring every inch of the fevered wet cavern. He exulted in the fact that she offered no resistance whatever, as his wife had done time after time. In fact this lewd little stripper craved him as much as he did her. He could feel it in her willing surrender to his eagerly probing tongue.
Cheri's hand roved down between his legs, where his hotly stiffened penis was throbbing with lust, straining against his tight jeans. She began to massage it slowly, caressing his male hardness through his pants.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh...." he moaned into her open mouth as she cupped the softly pulsing mound of his testicles. His hand slid under the sheer material of her nightie and moved smoothly up the naked velvet of her back, savoring her warmly feminine softness. He found the smooth rounded cheeks of her buttocks and squeezed them hard. Then, teasingly he inserted his outstretched middle finger into the smoothly clefted crevice of her ass.
Cheri reached up with her mouth and bit the soft flesh of his earlobe, lightly at first, then a little harder, and the quick harsh darts of pain were hotly exciting to the young construction worker. His muscular body tingled, suring with throbbing desire.
"Like that?" she whispered lewdly.
In response, he suddenly kissed her on the neck hard with his tightened lips raising a little red welt in her skin.
"Ohhhh, baby," she purred, throwing her tousled head back and digging her fingers sharply into his naked shoulders.
Tom shuddered through his entire body, now inflamed with swelling lust. His thickly bloated cock throbbed excitedly, yearning to bury itself in the tender warmth of her wetly throbbing pussy. He pushed her away gently, rising up on the bed, and untied the small ribbon that held her flimsy nigh tied in place. The sheer garment fell open easily, revealing her nakedly gleaming breasts. She removed the garment quickly, her breath coming faster and faster and her eyes flashing excitement.
"Stand up, baby," she said, "and let me take your pants off for you."
Tom rose from the bed and stood next to her. Quickly the bouncy redhead, now completely naked, scrambled off the bed also and stood before him like some temple slave, her body glistening in the flickering candlelight, the reddish tips of her breasts-hard like little buttons, tensely throbbing with excitement. Swiftly she unbuckled his wide leather belt, and pulled the metal zipper of his fly slowly and tantalizingly down. Then deftly she lowered both pants and shorts, fully exposing his excitedly throbbing cock and balls. Once freed of '.he confining undergarments, his rock-hard cock shot rigidly erect and arched out in front of him, pulsating with a vigor that surprised even him.
"Oh, you've got a huge prick, lover, and a beautiful pair of balls. And you're hard as a shotgun barrel.
Shaking with excitement, Tom stepped out of his jeans and shorts and kicked them away. Immediately the two wildly aroused bodies flung themselves together and clasped each other feverishly.
Cheri loved his well-built young body, and her knowledgeable little hands roamed eagerly over his broad back and slim hips. She gripped his sexually tensed buttocks and pulled his pelvis hard against her.
"You're beautiful, baby," she gasped, "you know that?"
Tom ran his hands over the satin-smoothness of her warm nakedness, squeezing her large, ripely quivering breasts and savoring the sleek flaring curves of her hips. The uninhibited dancer thrust her pelvis back and forth as she had in her cage at the bar, all the while clasping the young husband's massively pulsating cock in her hand and skillfully sliding back the soft foreskin with her thumb and index finger to expose the smooth rubbery head. She teased it with her nimble fingers, rubbing and shaking it with artful skill until Tom was in a frenzy of passion.
"Oooooo baby...." he groaned. His hand quickly dropped down to the softly curling strands of pubic hair that sparsely surrounded her vaginal slit and began exploring the moistly heated area.
The redhead cried out with pleasure as his fingers stroked the entire length of the downily cushioned furrow at the entrance to her cuntal depths. Teasingly he massaged her tender clitoris delighted to feel it harden instantly against his finger. Cheri swayed nakedly against him, squeezing her thighs provocatively around his hand in a lewdly inviting caress. Suddenly, without warning, he slid his outstretched middle finger deeply into her already wetly contracting pussy.
"OH YES!" she cried, drawing in her breath and opening her legs wide to receive his invading finger, "YESSSS!!"
Excited by her passionate response, Tom harshly pumped his middle finger up and down so far that he could feel the bonelike hardness of her cervix. His finger-fucking drove Cheri mad with impatient desire, and she writhed and squirmed against his lewdly probing hand.
"Oh God ... GODDDDD!" she groaned, "I want you to fuck me now ... I can't wait a minute more ... Oh God, baby fuck me now!"
Quickly Cheri moved onto the bed and lay back with her legs lewdly spread out wide and her wetly glistening cunt turned up to him enticingly. She stretched her arms out to him, and lost no time in climbing swiftly onto the bed and positioning himself over her, his arms on either side of her shoulders, his legs between hers. Feverishly, the young dancer thrust her hands down between their naked bodies and curled them around his hotly throbbing cock, guiding it deftly between the lips of her quivering, desire-moistened cunt. Tom groaned above her as he felt her move his lust-thickened penis up and down between her legs, parting the soft, silky hair of her cock-hungry vagina with the pulsating, blood-filled tip. The curling tendrils of her pubic hair grazed teasingly against his sensitive hardness, causing his lust-swollen cockhead to ache from the excruciating pressure.
He couldn't hold back another second. Thrusting his hips forward with a hard lunge, he drove his massively thick penis up into the gaping hot mouth of her uplifted little pussy.
"Oooohhhhhhh," she moaned beneath him as he felt her warmly elastic cuntal muscles clamp down wetly on his long, bloated penis as it raced without hesitation or resistance up into her hungrily welcoming belly. The passage was tight at first, but then easier, as the hot wetness of her freely flowing vaginal secretions lubricated his fleshily slithering pole. He thrust all the way forward to slam against the tender nub of her cervix and his sperm-loaded balls slapped hard against the rounded cheeks of her buttocks as Cheri groaned from deep within, a low gutteral animal groan of pain and ecstasy.
Tom paused for a moment to savor the extraordinary sense of erotic excitement that consumed him. This was what he had wanted for so long and had tried so patiently to achieve with his wife! He felt like a man again, a potent man with a real woman! His penis was hard and full of surging life, he was fucking like a savage barbarian, and it was exactly what he needed!
He began to fuck her in earnest, now, sawing into her with strong, brutal strokes, and with each cruel thrust, Cheri arched her body shamelessly, letting herself be lifted from the mattress by the potent strength of his fucking. She moaned ceaselessly, lewdly writhing and twisting her body beneath him, and flailing her head from side to side in lewd sensual abandon.
"Oh God, oh yes," she gasped. "Do it harder! HURT ME! HURT ME!"
So, he thought, that's how she likes it. Hard and mean! Well, that suits me just fine, just fine!
All tender sensibilities were driven totally from his mind as he fucked her without mercy, his powerful, tautly flexing buttocks slamming like a wrecking ball as he battered into her strained and cock-stretched pussy; his long sinewy penis was gorged to the bursting point, and his lust-tightened balls slapped lewdly against her quivering young buttocks, every muscle straining wildly with desire and passion.
"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" Cheri screamed, reveling obscenely in the brutal fucking he was giving her. The harder he drove into her, the more she wanted! And if it hurt and bruised her, then that made it all the more exciting, for it affected her like a maddening aphrodisiac. She lost herself in the burning pleasure of his hard thick penis ramming into the moistly steaming mouth of her cunt and slamming like a piston against the shuddering tip of her reflexively cringing cervix.
Suddenly she pulled up her knees and locked her legs around his back, the shift in angle enabling him to sink his rampaging young cock even deeper into her. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head and her face was a lust-contorted mask of wanton hunger.
Tom could feel his heatedly throbbing rod growing and expanding inside of her, pressing against the greedily clasping walls of her pussy, until he was sure he was about to explode from the exquisite pleasure building in his sperm-churning testicles. He was going to cum soon, he knew it, and he began burrowing into her with long hard strokes, while her hungrily sucking cunt pulled at his bloated spear like a greedy little child's mouth. The wanton go-go dancer was also near orgasm, and she gripped him tight with her firm young thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his merciless thrusts. She mewled incoherently like a skewered animal, wailing some primitive groan of savagery. Then, without warning, she was there!
Her wildly palpitating cuntal flesh convulsed around his heavily pistoning cock with desperate passion, and suddenly opened from deep inside to begin gushing hot female fluid that overflowed her pussy and surged out from her tightly locked cuntal lips around Tom's rhythmically jerking penis.
"AAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGHHH!!" he cried out, as his wildly throbbing shaft lurched in her warmly milking vaginal sheath. Suddenly his loins seemed to burst releasing thick jets of hot cum that squirted out of his massively shuddering penis and into her wetly clasping womb in a warm flood. Grunts and cries of ecstasy filled the air as the two wanton lovers drained themselves to the very dregs of their passion. Cheri twisted and turned as though her ripe young body was splitting apart with the lurid pleasure that wound through her like a feverish snake. Tom bucked and squirted up into her every drop of the hotly scalding semen from his madly ejaculating penis, until finally their desire reached it's end, and he fell forward on top of her on the wide bed.
Finally removing his rapidly softening rod from her still-twitching cuntal passage, he lay next to her, panting heavily from their turbulent encounter.
Cheri sighed in deep satisfaction, and reached for her cigarettes on the night stand.
"That was really something, lover," she said contentedly as she took a deep puff.
"I'm sure glad I stopped off at the bar tonight," he murmured sleepily.
"Me too, honey," she said, reaching over to fondle his limp cock, inwardly delighted at it's unusual size and power, "Me to."
Tom smiled, utterly relaxed, as his loins began to throb once more with faint stirrings of renewed passion.
This could be a long night, he thought pleasantly, a real long night.
CHAPTER FIVE
The bright sun streamed into the windows of room seven at the Rancho Delia Reno and fell in the sleeping body of Debbie Lyons. She stirred lazily on the coverlet, relishing the warmth of the sun's rays on her naked limbs, still heavy with sleep. With a sudden rush, however, the young wife became fully conscious, as she remembered where she was and recalled the grotesque sexual incident of the day before.
I must have fallen asleep right afterward and slept through the night, she thought, sitting up wide-eyed with fear, as she remembered the way the deceptively appealing young cowboy had driven her nearly mad with his lurid tongue-fucking despite her fierce resistance.
"I didn't have any control of my passion at all," she said wonderingly. "Why didn't I scream and tear myself away from him? It was as if I were underwater or even ... even drugged. But that's not possible. It must have been the wine, or just that I was exhausted from all that travelling."
Despite her adulterous sexual encounter, however, she noted that she felt curiously refreshed that morning, and her body tingled pleasantly, completely at odds with the deep anxiety that pervaded her psyche.
"I've got to tell Ava about it," she decided. "It was unforgivable of Sandy to take advantage of me that way. I'll tell her I'm leaving, getting a hotel in town ... any place that I can be alone."
Quickly she rose from the bed, showered, and dressed, slipping into a snug, pastel yellow summer dress that clung to her ripe young breasts and flared out at her waist in a full circle of bright cotton. Then she began to rearrange her suitcase, determined to leave as soon as possible. At that moment, there was a soft knock at the door, and the pretty young woman froze, abruptly trembling in fear and apprehension.
"Who ... who is it?"
"It's Sandy, Ma'am...."
"Go away ... oh please go away."
"Let me talk to you for just a second, Mrs. Lyons, please. It's awful important."
The last thing in the world Debbie wanted to do was to face the young cowboy again, yet unaccountably she found herself going to the door and opening it slightly. He looked just as youthfully charming as he had the day before, only now there was a sheepish look on his face.
"Go away," she whispered nervously. "Please. I don't ever want to see you again."
"I can understand how you feel, Ma'am, believe me. I ... I just came by to say how sorry I am for bein' so fresh yesterday. Really, I'm sorry. Could I just come in for a minute to explain? I promise I won't do nothin' bad."
"Sandy ... I...." Despite her disgust at the way he had treated her the day before, she was again taken in by the soft shyness of his manner, the way he glanced nervously down in embarrassment, scuffing his toes as he tried to apologize. "Well," she found herself saying, "all right, come in. But just for a minute." Momentarily, as if a picture had been flashed on the screen for less than a second, she recalled his hot young mouth sucking up between her shamelessly splayed legs. The mental image ripped through her loins, setting up reverberations of the never-to-be-forgotten sensations.
"Thanks, Mrs. Lyons."
She opened the door wide, and he walked in. He was dressed in a bright red cowboy shirt, an orange bandana, and his usual tight Levis and boots. As he passed her, Debbie felt the reverberations turning to unexpected twinges of desire, and she immediately repressed the feeling, chastising herself inwardly for being so foolish. She closed the door and turned to face him.
"Look, Ma'am, I did an awful thing yesterday afternoon, and there ain't no excuse in the world for it. It's just that I ... I guess I been sort of lonesome fer female company, lately, and when I saw you ... I ... I sort of got carried away ... You were just so pretty and sweet ... Hell, I just sort of went crazy, you know?"
"I ... I understand, Sandy. Let's just pretend it never happened."
"Then you won't tell Miss Lattimer?"
"I ... I had planned to, I admit ... I mean I simply can't stay here after what happened. Do you understand?"
"Oh, believe me, I wouldn't blame you if you left, but please don't tell Miss Lattimer about what I did. I'd be fired right on the spot, I know it, and ... well, frankly, Ma'am, this is the first job I've had in a long time, and I need the money real bad. If Miss Lattimer thought I was drivin' her customers away she'd blow her stack and once the news got out, I probably couldn't get no other job anywhere in Nevada."
"I ... I don't know what to say, Sandy. I certainly don't want to make things difficult for you. But I can't stay here any longer. I can't."
"Look, Ma'am ... all I ask is that you give me another chance. I know it's crazy for me to even suggest it, but I thought maybe we could go out in the hills with a picnic lunch and relax. I promise I won't do nothin' like I did yesterday. You see I want to make up fer bein' such a fool. Would you give me just one more chance Ma'am? Please?"
Debbie was torn by his earnest request. One part of her resisted it deeply, yet he was so convincing, so sincere, that she wanted to trust him and give him the chance he asked for.
"Sandy ... I don't know what to say ... I ... "
"Just say yes, Mrs. Lyons. I promise you'll have the time of your life." He smiled at her with such boyish charm, that her heart melted on the spot.
"All right ... I probably shouldn't ... but all right, yes ... let's go on that picnic."
"Oh thank you, Ma'am ... thanks a heap."
"It's all right ... and ... why don't you call me Debbie?"
* * *
Three hours later, the young wife and the cowboy sat on a wide blanket under the shade of a large tree where a running stream cut through the desert, providing an oasis of greenery in the vast landscape. They had eaten a huge lunch of chicken sandwiches, potato salad, and red wine, and now they lay on the blanket, their bodies carefully not touching, enjoying the pleasant warmth of the day.
"Oh that was so delicious," the young wife said as she gazed up at the high blue arc of the sky, "and it's so pretty here. I always thought the desert would be an ugly place, but it isn't."
She felt quite pleasant now after a good lunch and the wine. Sandy, true to his word, had been polite and gentlemanly throughout the day, from the moment they left the Rancho in the open jeep and all through the meal, so that Debbie felt completely at ease with him and was sure she had been right to give him another chance.
After all, she reasoned as she watched a bird circling through the clouds, I'm practically a free woman now ... I can't stay closed off from things all my life.
Sandy rose from the blanket and stretched lazily. Debbie could hardly keep her eyes from roving curiously over his slender, muscular body.
Generally it was something she never allowed herself, but an imperceptible change had come over her during the last two days. The stormy sexual confrontations she had been subjected to had apparently removed some of her sexual inhibitions. Though she struggled not to show it, there was something about the young cowboy that attracted her, attracted her in a sexual way despite the fact that he had forced her to submit to his obscene oral rape the day before. Perhaps it was the cowboy clothes, or the exotic cowboy drawl, she couldn't be certain, but even after his crude attack, she still felt warmly towards him, and oddly ... desirous of him. I don't know what's happening to me, she thought, bewildered by her conflicting feelings. Why am I so attracted to him like this?
"Man," Sandy said as he stretched the kinks from his hard-muscled frame, "it's such a nice day. Little hot though. Do you mind if I take my shirt off, Ma'am...." he asked, smiling with boyish modesty, "no funny business intended, of course. I'd just be a mite cooler ... that's all."
"Of course," Debbie said, laughing agreeably, "please do. I'm not a tight-lipped spinster yet, you know."
Slowly he unbuttoned the tight-fitting shirt and eased it off of his body, revealing his tight, wiry chest and shoulders. His skin was deeply tanned, gleaming like copper in the early afternoon light, and every muscle rippled as he moved. Despite herself, Debbie found her eyes drinking in his handsome body, almost yearning to reach out and touch it ... caress it tenderly.
The youth carefully folded his garment, placed it on the blanket and sat down again, this time a little closer to the young housewife who grew slightly apprehensive at his nearness. Yet mixed with this tension was a strange warmth that grew throbbingly in her loins and made her body tingle with excitement.
Sandy stretched out his full length beside her, sighing deeply.
"Man, oh man, this sure feels fine. A nice day, a pretty woman to keep me company, what more can a man ask for?"
He turned and smiled at Debbie, his white teeth flashing, his eyes radiating friendly warmth.
"This has been a wonderful day, Sandy," Debbie found herself saying. "Really, I've enjoyed myself so much."
"Then you think you can forgive me for being such an animal yesterday?"
"Of course ... of course I forgive you."
His face was so temptingly near hers with his full dark lips so inviting that she had to restrain herself forcibly from leaning over and kissing him.
Yet even as she struggled to hold herself back, a deeper instinct began to draw her closer to the languid young man, a darker urge that had been tapped only three days before, calling her body to undreamed of pleasure. A voice screamed inside her to kiss him, to ignore her conscience and her fears ... kiss him ... kiss him.
Before she knew what she was doing, the trusting young wife drew close to the cowboy and kissed him on the lips softly. How wonderful it felt, how sweet and pleasant. Her body began to ache warmly at the contact of her ripe young lips with his, and soon their bodies were pressed close together, his hard male frame lightly grazing her female softness in tender caress. Within a few moments, desire rose steadily between them, and Sandy took her in his arms, holding her close, while they held their kiss for what seemed like an eternity.
Oh, the young housewife mused dreamily, how lovely it feels to have him next to me like this ... It isn't wrong, it isn't!
Suddenly the sound of horses hoof beats interrupted the blissful embrace, and Debbie terrified, pulled away from Sandy and sat up, nervously smoothing her dress and patting her hair into place. A black stallion trotted towards them, and astride the huge beast was a swarthy cowboy wearing a black cowboy hat, a studded black leather vest, black shirt, and tight black jeans with studded black leather boots. His ominous appearance startled the young woman, and anxiety returned, making her heart pound like a hammer in her chest. She felt ridiculous now, for having let herself go so shamelessly with Sandy moments before.
"Well howdy, Roy," Sandy called, rising to greet the new arrival. "Nice to see you."
Roy reined the horse to a halt and sat in his saddle, looking down at the other two, a sly smirk playing on his lips.
"Nice afternoon, ain't it," he said in a husky drawl.
"Sure is," Sandy replied. "This here's Debbie."
Roy stared at her brazenly, letting his dark cold eyes travel lewdly over the nervous young girl's voluptuously endowed body. Slowly he tipped his hat, revealing a thick mass of unkempt brown hair.
"Afternoon, Ma'am," he said, with a strange edge to his voice. "Looks like you and Sandy been gettin' on real friendly-like."
Debbie blushed and glanced away. How dare he say such a thing, she thought. He's vulgar and coarse.
The swarthy cowboy dismounted easily from his horse and tied the stallion to a tree, then swaggered towards the blanket.
"Been a mighty hot day, Sandy," he growled. "I'm feelin' kinda strange, after ridin' round on old Blackie here." He reached down with a wide hand and placed it firmly over the huge mound that his massive male genitals made in the tight crotch of his black jeans. Debbie was shocked by the gesture, yet she couldn't tear her eyes from his magnetic, menacing presence. He massaged his groin openly, grinning so that his thick lips pulled back over his prominently showing teeth in a manner that made the young girl grow anxious in the pit of her stomach. "How 'bout sharin' your little filly with me, Sandy? I see ya got her all primed up."
Quickly Debbie scrambled to her feet, terror bursting through her brain with the force of a crack of thunder.
"How dare you!" she cried. "Sandy, I want to go back to the ranch now. Please."
Sandy turned to her, and at once she noticed that a darkly depraved glint had come into his eyes, altering his boyish appearance drastically as it had briefly the first day she met him.
"Now Debbie, that wouldn't be polite now would it? I mean, Roy here's my friend; and I like to share my good fortune with my friends, if you know what I mean."
The two cowboys laughed obscenely, and in that moment Debbie realized that once more she had been completely deceived.
"Oh no ... NOOOOOOO!" she cried in fear, and began to run blindly away to escape them, lifting her dress slightly to give her more freedom.
But Roy followed her quickly, easily catching the petite young bride and grabbing her roughly by the arm.
"Now Ma'am, that ain't no way to behave. It ain't proper to run away like that. Me and Sandy just want to have a little fun with you, that's all."
"Leave me alone, you filthy animal," she spat angrily. "You're disgusting!"
Suddenly Roy drew back his hand and slapped her cruelly in the face; the force of the brutal blow sent her sprawling in the hot sand of the desert, stinging pain burning her cheek.
"No fuckin' bitch talks to me like that, get it? No way! I guess we're just gonna have to show you we mean business."
Quickly he withdrew a short piece of rawhide from his wide belt and stalked over to where the terrified young wife cowered sobbing in the sand. Before she knew what was happening, he had gripped her wrists and wrapped the leather thongs around them, so that her arms were bound behind her back.
"Guess I got to bind you up like a heifer that's too frisky, Ma'am."
"Why are you doing this to me? Why?" she moaned, quivering in unsurpressed terror.
"Real easy Ma'am. I get a kick out of it. Sandy does, too."
With a groan of despair, the tightly bound young woman realized that all of Sandy's charm had been only a cruel ruse to continue his depraved sexual abuse of her, but now he had even obviously planned to include his swarthy friend, Roy, in on a gang bang of her as well. Instinctively she knew she could do nothing but submit to their perverse desire ... at least until she got back to the Rancho. She was their captive, miles from any help, and who knew what they would do to her if she tried to resist. God, they could simply leave her tied out here carrion for the vultures and coyotes. The stinging pain that lingered in her cheek was a vivid reminder that the one named Roy, particularly, would stop at nothing to get what he wanted and to flood his hotly waiting male sperm deep up inside her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her mind fully grasped the reality of her situation. She was their plaything, their helpless sexual toy! And to live, she must submit to their every lewd wish!
Roughly, Roy pulled her to her feet and gripped her elbow, forcing her to walk with him back to the shade of the tree. Through her tear-dimmed eyes, she could see that Sandy had already stripped completely naked, and was massaging his huge thick penis into a rigidly pulsating erection. She stumbled along in the dirt and sand, brutally shoved ahead by the muscular cowboy, until she was finally pushed down onto the blanket, tumbling in a limp, unresisting heap, her wrists stinging from the tightness of the leather thong. Mercifully the shade of the tree gave her some relief from the heat, and she lay helplessly on her back trying to ease her anxiety, attempting to prepare herself for the horrible sexual obscentities she knew they would inflict upon her defenseless young body.
"Don't get so fuckin' excited, Sandy," Roy snarled as he began to quickly strip himself. "You had a taste of this little cunt yesterday. My turn now, buddy. I get first crack at fuckin' her snooty lil pussy."
"Sure thing, Roy," the younger cowboy agreed quickly, obviously a little frightened of the sadistic older cowboy. "Go right ahead."
"That's mighty friendly of you, Sandy," he said, laughing sardonically.
Bending over the captive young wife, with a lewd smile twisting across his face, Roy, who now wore only his jeans and boots, began to paw at the front of her dress, unbuttoning the tightly clinging garment until it was fully open, all the way down the front.
"Now that's what I'd call a nice pair of tits, Sandy, wouldn't you say?"
"Yeah, she's a real nice piece of ass," Sandy assured carelessly.
Debbie closed her eyes tightly, trying to blot out the depraved conversation from her mind, trying to close her ears to the foul language they used in discussing her, as though she were nothing more than a slave on the selling block. With a broad-bladed knife, Roy sliced away the straps of her brassiere, which could not be slipped down her tightly bound arms and tossed it away. Her ripe young breasts quivered at the sudden exposure to the air; her nipples hardened and grew taut. Her bound wrists pressed against the small of her back, and she tried desperately to ease the pain caused by the tight rawhide thong, but it was no use.
Roy straddled his legs on either side of her fearfully quivering hips, then knelt, bending down so that his wetly thick lips closed around first one softly throbbing breast, then the other, hungrily sucking and biting at the tender upthrust flesh like a starving dog suddenly thrown a bone. Meanwhile, the roughly pinioned young wife could feel Sandy working eagerly at the thin elastic crotchband of her panties, crudely pulling down the sheer material to expose her defenselessly naked vaginal triangle. The tight elastic moved down over the sensitive flesh of her frantically kicking legs as the youth peeled off her panties and tossed them carelessly over a limb of a tree.
"She's all set to fuck," he said to Roy who was still busily working his mouth around her painfully throbbing breasts.
"Oh God ... no ... don't, please don't!" Debbie cried, her eyes wide with terror.
At hearing her pleading voice, the swarthy male pulled away, leaving Debbie's wetly glistening nipples nearly raw and red from his vicious sucking.
"I'm so hot I could about cum right now in my pants," Roy mewled, as he unhitched his belt buckle. "Turn the fucking little bitch over. I'm gonna give her a special treat."
"No, Sandy ... plee-ease! OHHHHH!"
Ignoring her pitiful begging, the young cowboy bent down and gripped the young woman's hips with his hands, forcing her to turn over on her stomach. Then he pulled the summer dress up so that it was bunched up around her tightly bound wrists, his eyes hungrily drinking in the gleaming white moons of her nakedly rounded ass cheeks. She lay without struggling now, small gasps of humiliation and shame coursing from her mouth. Her completely bared buttocks quivered slightly from the deep soulful sobs that periodically escaped her lips.
Roy stood at the end of the blanket, now completely stripped. He waited for a moment, standing between her ankles, while his thick, monstrous cock, long and muscular, grew even more erect and jerked lewdly at the sight of her helplessly exposed lower belly and thighs. He then stopped, grabbing both of the subjugated girl's ankles and forced them outward harshly, splaying her legs wide apart.
"Oh no, please no," she whimpered as she felt the cool rush of air between her thighs. Her helplessly naked body squirmed in a futile gesture of resistance as she tried to worm her way down deeper into the blanket.
"Hold her, hold her," Roy yelled to Sandy, who pushed his hand hard down into the small of her back, pressing her stomach tight against the ground. Debbie struggled again for a moment, then lay still, her body shaking with sobs and terrified pleading that rumbled unheard from her throat.
The muscular cowboy dropped to his knees between the girl's legs and ran his hands greedily over the long, tapering lines of her trembling calves and up inside her soft inner thighs to the faintly moistened interior up between her legs. The shadowy cuntal slit between her thighs was deep and inviting, and Roy growled in rising excitement as he ran the edge of his hand down the smoothly yielding crevice of the young wife's helplessly exposed buttocks, parting it slightly so that her tiny puckered anus was visible to his lewdly gaping eyes.
Oh no, Debbie thought in terror as she remembered her young husband's attack on her tiny virginal anus a few days before, not there again! Oh God, NOOOOO!
Roy leered down at the cowering girl and slowly pressed his thumbs outward, forcing aside the soft white mounds of her ass-cheeks as she groaned and tried to tense them together, but he dug his fingers hard into the nakedly pliant flesh until she realized resistance only meant pain and that it was best to surrender and let him spread them apart as far as he wished. The lust-crazed cowboy sucked in his breath as the tiny little circle of exposed anal flesh came into view again. He pushed one hand down and thrust experimentally at it with his outstretched middle finger. Debbie jerked forward and cried out as she felt his finger intrude harshly into the tight rubbery opening back between her buttocks. She was humiliated to the very core of her being at the thought of being raped there again after the horrifying ordeal with her husband only three days previously. Only this was even worse because now the rapist was a perfect stranger, and she was helplessly bound on a blanket in the middle of the desert! She pressed her pelvis hard down into the blanket, her firm white buttocks tensing together to escape the finger being wormed relentlessly up into her rectal depths; but her resistance was useless, for he burrowed forward again, sinking it to the first knuckle.
"AAA AA ANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she gasped pitifully, clenching her ass-cheeks together as tight as she could and trapping his hand between the desperately resisting mounds.
"Open it, bitch," he commanded brutally, slapping her harshly on the nakedly clenched buttocks with his free hand and pushing down with all his strength with the other until his finger broke through the desperate but useless resistance of her rectal muscles and sunk in up to the second knuckle. She groaned aloud and then in piteous submission relaxed her sphincter muscles and let him do as he wished.
As he worked his finger around mercilessly into her abused little anus, widening and preparing it for the greater entry to come, he began to stroke his heatedly swollen cock with his other hand, preparatory to ass-fucking the defenseless young woman spread-eagled on her belly beneath him. He pulled his thick foreskin back with his thumb and forefinger, exposing the huge bulbous head, and aimed the long thick instrument directly at the tightly puckered hole now partially stretched from the merciless rotation of his stiffened middle finger.
He opened her nakedly trembling buttocks again with his thumbs, withdrawing his finger and leaning forward to drop a large gob of spittle on her anus to moisten and lubricate his entry. Then he leaned forward, pressing the whole of his body into her back, and his massively pulsating cock slid along the slightly sweat-dampened crevice until the tip of it rested heavily against the tiny, nakedly throbbing hole. Then, levering himself up, he pulled her hips upward until she was kneeling slave-like before him, his lust-swollen cock pressed tight against the vainly clenched opening as mercilessly he bore down on her, forcing the huge cockhead cruelly forward into her tightly clenched little anal opening.
Debbie writhed and moaned in pain, both from the brutal pressure against her futilely resisting rectum and from the sting of the rawhide around her wrists. Never had she experienced such deep humiliation, and there was nothing she could do about it, nothing! She was their slave, their animallike kneeling slave! Her naked young body was theirs to use and abuse as lewdly and obscenely as they wished!
Sandy watched hungrily as Roy's unrelenting staff burrowed further into the tightly resisting ring of rectal flesh which clasped around the tip of the cowboy's massive cock like a cruelly stretched rubber band. He wanted to fuck this little filly too, and his cock lurched in almost uncontrollable excitement, rigidly jerking with lust and hungry anticipation. His time would come soon, he knew, very soon.
"Oooooooooh God, you're ripping me open!!!" Debbie gasped as the one named Roy's massively swollen penis finally hammered its brutal way into the painfully cringing depths of her rectum. Then, there was a slight hissing noise around her wide-stretched anal lips and miraculously it was sunk all the way in to the hilt. She jerked spasmodically for a moment and then froze in her helplessly kneeling position to try and ease the excruciating pain of, the cruel and complete filling of her tightly stretched little rectum. It was useless to resist further, as each movement of her body only served to widen and stretch the tiny cavern to greater and more painful dimensions. Besides, the deed was done; he was sunk all the way up inside her. There was nothing to do now but let him have his way ... minutes, maybe it would take just minutes to get it over with if she tried not to fight it.
"Goddamn, it's a nice tight little asshole," Roy growled above her. He reached down, grasping her firmly rounded hips in his hands and pulled her even higher up on her knees, bending her subservient young body unmercifully. Then he began to fuck in and out of her painfully stretched rectal opening with long smooth strokes, bringing ever greater groans of protest and humiliation from her lips each time he thrust forward.
Sandy, standing impatiently beside them and eagerly stroking his long hard penis, was going out of his mind, eager to join in the orgy.
"Hey, Roy, come on pal, turn her back over on top of you so I can fuck her hot lil' pussy while you fuck 'er ass!"
"Glad to oblige, partner," the other cowboy replied, and locking his hands tightly to Debbie's hips, he rolled to the side, pulling her over and backwards with him so that she now lay on her back on top of him. His heatedly throbbing cock was still imbedded deep up inside her hotly quivering anus as she lay on him full length with her back and tightly bound wrists pressed down against his stomach and chest.
The younger man lost no time in pulling Debbie's legs even further apart so that they dangled out side over the man beneath's legs, her pinkly pulsing young vagina helplessly exposed just above the long thick pole of Roy's cock up in her rectum. Then he grasped his painfully throbbing penis and guided it swiftly to the moistly throbbing opening of the captive young woman's defenselessly spread little pussy as with a sudden deep-throated grunt, he rammed forward with all his brutal young strength, and his long hard thickness disappeared deep inside her already cock-filled belly.
"Oooohhhhh," she groaned as its heatedly pulsating length slithered into her to join Roy's cock still buried far up inside her burning rectal depths. Debbie lay moaning and sobbing hopelessly from the pain and almost unbearable shame of being sandwiched between two total strangers, impaled between their hotly throbbing penises like an insect, with only the thin wall of flesh between her anus and vagina to separate the two viciously imbedded instruments of torture.
Sandy began immediately to fuck into Debbie's wetly throbbing pussy, excited nearly to the bursting point after watching Roy's cruel rape of her anus. He fucked into her with hard, frenzied strokes while Roy, beneath, began thrusting up with cruelly knifing force into the depths of her ass. It took a moment, but then they developed a natural rhythm, bulleting her between them like a sack of soft, resilient foam rubber. She was groaning, a single low whine which went on and on all the time they ground into her, interrupted occasionally by a deep grunt from her chest as they smacked into her body with harder and harder force.
The young housewife's loins were stretched wide by the two thick rods of male flesh, and she was sure that she had reached the lowest point of degradation that any woman had ever had to endure. Every inch of her milk-white body throbbed with stinging, torturous pain. She felt drowned in humiliation, no longer even human, simply one great mass of abused and cruelly ravaged flesh.
But then, deep in her loins, as the two cowboys fucked her mercilessly, a totally alien sensation began to grow, faint zephyrs of unwanted pleasure that grew stronger ... and stronger ... with each brutally ramming stroke from above and below. It seemed to extend to every part of her tortured young body. Her nakedly tingling skin began to ripple with it, her mind reeled, and every nerve-ending in her body became alive as the zephyrs grew in force until gale winds of masochistic delight were sweeping through her entire being.
She was enjoying it! Bound and captive, raped in the anus and vagina by two complete strangers, and she was enjoying it! She hardly had time to comprehend the full meaning of this bewildering turn of events, as an overpowering wave of ecstasy washed over her fevered body, obliterating completely the humiliation and burning shame of being fucked by other men other than her husband. It mingled with the sharply wrenching pain so that she shook with a deeply thrilling sense of savage animal excitement. She loved it, and as the feeling grew, she began to moan in pleasure, twisting and writhing her cock-ravaged body between the two abandonedly fucking cowboys like a lust-conquered whore.
A raging hurricane of masochistic delight swirled from the depths of her helplessness, and the realization of her lewd position, shameful only moments before, now charged her with sexual excitement. Her hips began to move eagerly backwards to meet the savage upthrusting of Roy's rigidly knifing cock, and then forward again to swallow the whole of Sandy's thickly plunging penis. She undulated wildly between the two hairy male bodies, her buttocks rotating and heaving against them. She was free! Free for the first time in her life, free from Uncle Andy, free from her fear, free even of her husband!
"YEEEESSSSSSS!" she screamed wildly, "OH CHRIST YEESSSSSS! FUCK MEEEEEE GOOOOODDDDD!"
Wilder and wilder the two men fucked, urged on by her obvious change of attitude and lewdly abandoned cries. All three of them groaned in bestial excitement and howled a bizarre cry of heated sexual debauchery.
Debbie was out of her mind with pleasure now, and she began sobbing excitedly as her nakedly thrashing loins reached even greater heights of lusty excitement. Then, without warning, she was cumming ... cumming uncontrollably, and her madly throbbing cuntal walls secreted a sweetly gushing fluid that drove her nearly incoherent with delight. She was screaming, almost insanely, "I'm cumming ... Oh god, I'm cuummmmming!" Her eyes rolled upwards in her head, and her wantonly writhing body was delirious with ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm rolled like reverberating thunder through her wetly exploding cuntal interior.
Roy and Sandy both sensed her overpowering excitement, and it charged them with renewed strength. Their two massively inflated cocks became charged with raw masculine power as they fucked her from above and below, searing the twin channels of her loins like mighty cannons, sharing the triumph of their subjugation of this ravishingly beautiful creature pressed hotly between their lust-driven bodies.
"UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!" Sandy groaned, as his sperm-bloated testicles suddenly tightened and began to erupt under the intolerable pressure. "I'm cumming. CUUUMMMIIINNNG! AHHHHH!"
And suddenly he was there, spurting wave after wave of white hot cum into Debbie's furiously quaking cunt, emptying himself with deep guttural moans, filling her with his liquid manhood. Beneath the squirming young wife and the violently cumming cowboy, Roy held off as long as possible, priding himself in his ability to withhold his climax until the moment when he felt the time was ripe for his release. Yet the lewdly excited cries of orgasm from Sandy and the young wife above him drove him time and time again to the bursting point, and it was only with great effort that he held back his scalding load of sperm. Finally, however, he wanted to wait no longer, and he began to knife his massively hardened cock upwards into Debbie's greedily clenching anus like a jackhammer. The enormous force of his thrusts lifted both the other cowboy and the ravaged girl momentarily upwards. On and on he drove, his great strength charging like a bull as he tore cruelly upwards into the girl's cock-filled rectal depths. His enormous swollen balls could no longer hold his wildly churning semen, and the thickly boiling cum traveled up the massive length of his upward plunging cock until it burst through the parted glans of his cockhead and gushed into the dark interior of Debbie's bowels, filling her with a radiant burst of wet heat that enhanced her delight beyond measure.
On and on it came as though he were urinating up into her back there, until finally, with a soft, wet plopping noise, Sandy pulled away, exhausted, leaving only Roy to complete his last few hard strokes until he, too, was drained of his sperm. Then he stopped, leaving the exhausted young girl lying inertly on top of his thickly muscled body.
"Man, that was a real good fuck," the ravished young wife heard Sandy say as he began to dress. Vaguely she could feel herself being thrust onto her side as the one named Roy withdrew his semen-drained cock from her flooded rectal depths and rolled himself from beneath her. But her thoughts were far away from the two men. She was still completely in the thrall of the overwhelming pleasure of her orgasm. Finally, finally, for the first time in her life, she had reached the apex of pleasure, fully and freely. Her body vibrated from head to foot with a mixture of pain and rapture. She could hear Roy getting dressed also, and the two cowboys exchanging lewd remarks about her sperm-drenched nakedness but she no longer cared.
She lay on her back on the blanket, her legs still lewdly spread and watched a blackbird circling high above, making a high wide arc in the sky.
Oh God, she thought, closing her eyes and trying to still the thunderous beating of her heart, I loved it ... I loved every lewd, sinful minute of it!
CHAPTER SIX
Roy remounted his horse soon after the exhaustive orgy and rode away from Sandy and Debbie as swiftly as he had arrived. The ravished young bride cum-divorcee, sat on the blanket, her hands still bound, her head whirling with conflict. She could not deny that she had been deeply thrilled by her rapturous orgasm, yet soon after it was over, the sober reality of what she had endured to achieve it made her shudder with a cold shiver of shame. She had been abused and humiliated in ways totally repugnant to her. It was the lowest kind of bestial passion ... almost as depraved as that which had been so nakedly and vulgarly revealed to her by Uncle Andy. Yet despite this, despite her every effort at conscious control, her sensually awakened body had been torn apart with earth-shaking thrills of pleasure. She hadn't wanted it to end, she wanted to remain forever in that liquid ocean of wild sexual bliss, with its sharp, searing ripples of pain and torment deliciously mixed with a deeply aching animal savagery. Yes, it had been wonderful ... wonderful....
Oh God, she thought unhappily, I'm no better than a whore, a slut. What's happened to me?
"Lemme untie your wrists Ma'am...."
It was Sandy. Her reverie had been so deep that she had nearly lost consciousness of where she was. She glanced up at him. He had dressed and was looking at her coolly, with no betrayal of his feelings. He was impassive, hard, his boyish face a steely mask of male control.
"Yes ... yes," Debbie muttered softly, struggling to rise.
The young cowboy took hold of her arm and easily guided the light young woman to her feet. She staggered, her legs feeling to weak to stand. A deep feeling of shame returned as she felt the still heated sperm of the two cowboys running out of her wetly throbbing vagina and anus, to flow down the insides of her nakedly trembling thighs. Without a word, Sandy unbound her wrists and pocketed the rawhide thong, while Debbie awkwardly retrieved her panties and shoes, and the now useless brassiere, dressing with trembling, ice-tipped fingers.
"I'll take you back to the Rancho in the jeep, now, if you like," Sandy said, lighting a cigarette casually, and glancing with approval at Debbie's body.
"Yes ... yes," she replied. "I ... I think I'd like to rest."
She didn't know what to say to him. Obviously he didn't care at all whether she was outraged by his inhuman betrayal of her trust, and her own feelings, she knew, were mixed.
I've got to get away from here, she decided as she finished buttoning the front of her dress. I've got to get away from this awful place.
A few minutes later they were riding silently through the desert back towards the Rancho, the hot sun beating down on their passion-drained bodies, a thick swirl of dust rising behind them as the sturdy jeep drove relentlessly through the dirt and brambles. Hardly a word passed between them for the entire ride, until Debbie finally felt compelled to speak.
"How ... how could you do such a thing to me?" she asked softly. Sandy was silent for a moment, a faint smile creasing his full red lips.
"Did you enjoy it?" he asked at length.
"Enjoy it? ... I...."
"Did you?"
"Yes," she blushingly admitted at last, in a small voice.
"Well, Ma'am, that's what counts, ain't it?"
Debbie could scarcely believe his cold, calculating tone. Was there no trace of feeling in this deceptively innocent-looking young man? How was it possible for him to treat her in the worst possible way and have no regrets, no sympathy for her shock and confusion? And yet he was right, she knew, about one thing. She had enjoyed it.
Suddenly an image of her husband Tom's, face flashed into her brain, and she again realized the staggering fact that she was in the process of divorcing him, and he didn't even know where she was. He had no way of contacting her, of helping her escape from the new nightmare that was slowly, but inexorably closing around her like quicksand.
I was such a damn fool, she chastized herself, to run off so suddenly. I've gotten myself into a horrible situation now, and I don't know how to get out of it.
Suddenly she became overwhelmed with the desire to see her construction worker husband again, to forget the divorce and try to work things out at home. Her heart swelled with love for him, as she recalled his bright blonde hair and blue eyes, and his thickly muscular body. Tom ... OH Tom ... his name echoed over and over again in her brain. I need your help Tom!
By the time they pulled up in front of the Rancho, Debbie knew exactly what she was going to do. She would go to Ava and tell her of her brutal dual rape by Roy and Sandy. Then she would tell the lawyer to forget all about the divorce, and she would fly home ... home to the warm and loving arms of her husband.
As soon as the jeep came to a half halt, she jumped out and walked quickly to the front door of the main house, not even daring to look back at Sandy. She went immediately to the door of Ava Lattimer's office and knocked firmly.
"Yes? Who is it?" a sultry voice called from inside.
"It's Debbie Lyons, Miss Lattimer. Can I see you please? It's very important."
"Of course. Come right in, dear."
She opened the door, and walked in, then stopped in shock, her mouth falling open. The tall brunette had company: Roy, the black-clad cowboy who had cruelly raped her in the anus only a short time ago!
"Well, howdy Ma'am," the cowboy said to her, rising as she entered. "I wuz just goin'. I'll let you ladies have yer privacy."
He grinned arrogantly as he strode past the young wife and out the door, closing it behind him. His presence unnerved Debbie completely, for she had not expected to see him so soon again.
"What is it, my dear?" Ava asked warmly, motioning her to sit down. "Miss Lattimer...."
"Call me Ava, darling," the silver-streaked beauty remarked as Debbie awkwardly sat in a chair near the desk.
"Ava ... something terrible has happened to me here!"
"Good heavens, what?"
"Sandy ... and the other one ... the one who just left...."
"Roy? He's such a handsome darling, ain't he?"
Debbie was startled by her words, for Ava's apparent friendship with the dark cowboy was going to make what she had to say even more difficult.
"I'm afraid ... they've taken advantage of me ... quite crudely...."
Ava Lattimer said nothing for a moment, but gazed evenly at Debbie, and lit a long, filtered cigarette.
"Oh really? What did they do?"
"They ... they ... tied me up and raped me in the desert this morning!" Debbie blurted out at last.
"I see. And did you enjoy it?" Debbie's eyes widened in astonishment.
"Enjoy it? How can you ask me such a thing? Are you crazy? What kind of a place is this?"
"Then you didn't enjoy it? That's so strange, Roy is usually very good. His virile male cock feels so nice inside me sometimes I go nearly crazy with excitement."
The young wife paled in terror at Ava's direct and shocking statement. She couldn't believe her ears. Were they all mad here? What was going on? Her frail young body, so recently ravaged, began to shake violently as a freezing fear began to take hold of her.
"Miss Lattimer, I don't know why you're saying these things to me but I want to leave here at once. I've never been treated so shamefully. It's disgusting, and yet you sit there as if it was the most common, everyday occurence."
"Well, darling, I'm afraid that here at the Rancho that's exactly what it is. An everyday occurence."
"Wh ... what?"
"Those lovely cowboys are here for one reason only, to shove their big hot pricks inside some nice fresh female cunt. And they pay me very well for it, too."
"Then ... this is ... is a house of prostitution! Oh, my God!"
"Well, that's a rather crude way of putting it, but I suppose that's what you could call our little establishment."
"I never heard of such a horrible, filthy thing," Debbie cried out, "and I'm going to go to the police and tell them what you're doing here!"
"The police? Oh, I wouldn't bother, if I were you. First of all I have some rather influential connections among the higher-ups, and second of all ... well, look at these...."
The sultry female reached into her desk, withdrew a packet of photographs tied with a string, and tossed them onto the desk in front of the shocked and fear-stricken young woman. Nervously Debbie reached out and took them and gasped as she realized that they were vivid close-ups of her, lying nakedly splayed on her bed in room seven, with Sandy's wetly glistening tongue licking up between her widespread legs. Snapshot after snapshot showed her nakedly writhing, contorting body, her lust-contorted face in ecstasy, and Sandy's mouth sucking hungrily at the opening of her pussy as her fingers entwined themselves in his hair.
"Oh my God ... my God...." the bewildered young bride moaned as she leafed over and over through the pictures. "Where did you get these? How did you get them?"
"The same way I got this," Ava replied with a smile, and flicked on a small tape recorder that sat next to her on the desk.
I want you Debbie, Sandy's voice was saying, I want to eat you out and I want to press my hot tongue in your slippery pussy and lick you until you scream ... and then I'll fuck you ... fuck you with my big, hard cock in your deep wet cunt ... Would you like that, Debbie ... would you like that?
The horrified young wife bit her lip tensely as she heard herself reply.
Oh yes, Sandy ... yes ... yes ... yesss ... lick my pussy ... lick my pussy....
"And you said you didn't enjoy it," the sultry brunette smiled as she flicked off the machine. "Good heavens, I wonder what you sound like when you do?"
"You're hateful," Debbie sobbed, humiliated by what she heard on the tape, "hateful and vile."
"Well, darling, that may be, but if you want your divorce to go through, then you'll have to do exactly as I say. Do you understand?"
"I don't want a divorce anymore," Debbie spat back defiantly. "I want to go home to my husband."
"Do you? He might have something to say about that after I mail him copies of these pictures! And the police might be interested in talking to you after they get copies. After all, it's obvious that you willingly posed for them."
"Oh no ... noooo," Debbie moaned, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes. In that moment her entire world seemed to come crashing down around her. The depraved woman was right. Tom would never get over the shock of those pictures, particularly after all the sexual difficulties they had had.
"What ... what do I have to do to get them back?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Just stay around the Rancho for awhile. And let the boys have their fun with you. It's not so bad, really. In fact most of the women come to enjoy it and stay on long after they're free to go."
Suddenly it all fell into place-the strange looks on the faces of the women in the lobby, the casual arrogance of the cowboys. It was all a trap, an elaborate, foolproof trap, and she had walked into it blindly.
"Now why don't you go to your room and rest, dear? You look a little shaky. Then later, you can join in the fun and let yourself go a bit. All right? And don't think about phoning for help because the only outside line's here in this office, and I'm very choosy about outside calls."
Debbie bravely wiped the tears from her eyes and squared her shoulders. She had to submit now, surrender to the will of this ... this madam, in order to get the damning photographs back and free herself from the nightmare. Then she could go home to Tom ... and maybe they could begin again, somehow, some way.
"All right," she said, rising from her chair. "All right, I'll do it just to get away from this horrible place...!"
* * *
Back in Seattle, Tom was once again in the little go-go dancer's apartment. It had been four days since his wife had left so abruptly, and he still hadn't heard a word from her. He was completely infuriated that she hadn't contacted him at all. Now he felt there was no reason why he should feel guilty about seeing Cheri, and he had called her that afternoon and made a date to meet her late at night after she had finished work at the Club.
He sat on the wide couch in her living room, smoking a cigarette, sipping occasionally from a Martini she had mixed for him earlier, and waited for her to come out of the bedroom, where she had gone moments before to find "something special." Lazily he glanced around the large white room, furnished in Danish Modern chairs and low tables. It was pleasant here, with a subtly erotic atmosphere pervading everything that made the young husband feel relaxed and mellow.
Hell, let Debbie do whatever she damn well pleases now, he ruminated bitterly, I'm sick of worrying about it.
At that moment the bedroom door opened and Cheri entered, looking stupendous in a skin tight jumpsuit of silver lame that clung to her well-rounded frame as if it was painted on. A wide silver zipper traveled all the way from the neck to the prominantly protruding mound of her vagina, and she had unzipped it part way so that it was tantalizingly open nearly to her navel, exposing the ample cleft between the fully thrust flesh of her breasts. Her tousled red hair curied around her face in a way that made her pert features even more provocative and desirable. She was like a bouyant, uninhibited child, with the body and sexual appetites of a highly paid prostitute, and it was this incredible combination that made Tom's thickly muscled cock lurch to life immediately whenever he saw her.
"Do you smoke?" she inquired as she entered. "I've got a cigarette going right now," he said laughing.
"Oh, I don't mean cigarettes, honey, I mean hash. Hashish. I rolled a couple of cigarettes, thought it might add a little spice to the evening."
A slight tremor of apprehension passed through the young husband at the mention of drugs. He had heard about them, of course, and read articles in the newspapers, but it was a subject he personally preferred to avoid. He didn't want to fool around with stuff like that, he'd seen too many people ruin their lives with it.
"No thanks," he said, "not for me. You go ahead. I don't mind, but I'd rather stay away from it."
"Whatever you say, lover. Personally, I love the stuff, but I never force it on anybody."
She sat down next to him on the couch, pressing her lame-clad body enticingly close to his, then picked up a lighter and lit the tightly rolled cigarette she had placed in her mouth, sucking in the smoke deeply, then exhaling.
"Mmmmmm ... sooo nice."
She repeated this process until she had smoked the entire thing, then tamped the small portion that remained in the ashtray.
"How about some music?" she asked.
"Fine," the young husband replied.
She rose from the couch, languidly stretched her alluring young body before him, so that he became more and more heatedly aroused by the minute.
"That smoke makes me feel soooo sexy," she said languidly, arching her body and pushing her enormous breasts out fully so that they were tight against the thin lame, so tight that Tom could clearly see the outline of her hardened nipples against the cloth. Then she glided across the room in her bare feet, across the thick blue shag rug, until she came to the phonograph and records on shelves built into the walls. She selected some music and put it on. Moments later, a loud rock beat blared forth from the stereo speakers and filled the room with throbbing, insistent sound.
"Grand Funk Railroad," she said. "That's what they call themselves. Their music isn't so hot, but boy are they sexy."
She smiled impishly at the young construction worker, who smiled back, enjoying her wanton sexuality. He liked the abandoned, suggestive beat of the music, too, and watched delightedly as Cheri moved about the room, undulating her tightly rounded body, shaking her hips in a luridly exciting rotating motion that made Tom's penis throb excitedly against his thigh. She began to dance as if she were still at the club, only now it was really only for him. Slowly she pulled back the open front of her lame jumpsuit, exposing the softly bouncing perfection of her luscious breast to Tom's lust-dimmed view, and his eyes roved hungrily over the natural milk-white mounds that swept upwards, tapering to the large, firm nipples, rosily erect. Then, she placed her long fingers into the deep cleft between them and the young husband's own hands itched for the touch of her soft warm flesh.
Taking hold of the zipper, she gradually lowered it all the way, then wriggled out of the tight suit. The supple lame was pulled away from her shoulders, then past her softly quivering breast down her velvety abdomen. Slowly the shiny material fell to reveal her smoothly rounded hips and the golden-haired vaginal mound. Finally, she was naked! The sensually voluptuous little dancer stepped out of the skin-tight suit, folded it, and carefully placed it on a chair, smiling all the while like a Cheshire cat. Then, with teasing nonchalance, her naked young body still swaying and undulating to the lewd beat of the rock music, she began a slow, sultry walk around the room, stopping directly in front of Tom. She lifted her hands and began to slide her palms up and down her cream-white breasts, then over her nipped-in waist and the satiny contours of her hips. Tom was transfixed. He was unable to move, even though she was only a foot away, captured by her lurid siren-like sexual dance. His painfully pulsating penis was rigidly erect and screaming for release; it began to jerk rhythmically as Cheri dipped her hands lower, sliding down into the furry tangle of her pubic hair. Deftly she pushed aside her wetly glistening cuntal lips and revealed the gleaming tip of her already erect clitoris to Tom's hungry view. He licked his dry lips and rasped hoarsely.
"Oh baby, I want to fuck you...."
"Then take your clothes off, lover, and stick that beautiful hot cock of yours up inside me!"
Immediately he rose and slipped off his shirt, undid his belt, and stepped out of his pants. His lust-bloated cock sprang out, the bulbous head blood-red as if angered by its long imprisonment. Cheri's hand reached out to touch the long hot hardness of it, and the young husband gasped as her cool, long fingers closed around its turgidly erect circumference. A growl began deep in his throat as he felt her long, strawberry-colored nails rake lightly against the overly sensitive underpart. His cock was jerking spasmodically now as surging billows of heat built up in his balls.
He reached out and grabbed her naked voluptuousness into his arms, showering hot kisses on her face, her neck, her throat, her shoulders, as his greedy hands roamed feverishly over the satiny smoothness of her body, warm and soft against him. Her musky female odor, mingling with the heaviness of her perfume, permeated his nostrils and maddened him with desire. He smashed his lips down on hers, and their wetly heated tongues danced and fenced with each other. Cheri's hands ran expertly up and down his muscular back, tickling and teasing his unexplored areas ... under his shoulder blades, down his sides, his vertebrae. Tom pressed the full naked length of his muscular body against hers, and ground his lust-inflamed pelvis against her passion-taut little belly.
"Oh," the go-go dancer moaned excitedly, "I want you to fuck it into me now! Now!" She was raging with passion, driven on by the potent cigarette she had smoked earlier.
She moved quickly towards the wall where the tall, full-length mirror stood, and knelt before it, dog fashion.
Damn, Tom thought, what the hell is she up to?
Her gleaming white buttocks wiggled at him lewdly, a vulgar invitation to be taken from behind.
My god, she wants me to take her dog fashion, so she can watch it in the mirror!
Cheri knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted. Despite a certain initial shock, Tom found himself driven wild by every crudely obscene aspect of her behavior. She was calling forth a dark jungle instinct in him that he had rarely been able to release before, certainly not with his hopelessly frigid wife. It was a barbaric, shameless part of him, and he reveled in its fullness.
"Fuck me from behind," she cooed. "Ram that big cock of yours right into me from behind."
He moved to her quickly, breathing hard like a dog in heat, his massive cock fully erect and purplish-red with excitement. He knelt behind her and placed the pounding head of his lustily swollen instrument at the wetly puckering entrance to her pussy, then suddenly caught sight of himself in the mirror and could scarcely believe the lewdly electrifying sight that met his eyes. The aroused young husband looked like a rampaging demon-god or a satyr, wild and powerful. He'd never seen himself like that, and he liked it, liked it a lot!
"Slam it into me, lover!" Cheri cried, her head thrown back, her eyes glazed with lust and hashish. "FUCK IT TO ME NOW!"
"AAAAANNNRRRRGGGGGHHHH!" Tom cried, ramming his long, massively thick penis all the way up into her tightly clasping cuntal sheath, sliding it up to the hilt and causing his sperm-bloated testicles to bounce hotly against the smooth inner nakedness of her roundly fleshed thighs. Then, slowly, he began to fuck her, stroking his eagerly pulsating penis in and out of her softly clutching pussy, each thrust making a low wet sluicing sound that drove them both wild.
The savage rock music came pounding out from the speakers, wildly erotic guitars and brutal drumming that drove them both achingly on with an obscene insistency. Cheri pumped back wantonly, her hotly quaking vaginal walls growing steadily more heated and moist, the tight flesh clasping hungrily at Tom's thickly swollen rod as it plunged in and out of her cunt from behind.
"Oh, baby, this is the best fuck of my life," he cried. "Your pussy feels so good and tight around my cock! Soooo goooooddddd!"
His obscene groans, combined with the lascivious images in the mirror, transformed Cheri's mind into a turbulent, drug-clouded whirlpool of passion and sexuality. She could feel his hard, sweaty body driving and boring into her from behind, taking her to excruciating heights of pleasure as her sensuously aroused loins churned back at him with wild blazing passion.
"OH CHRIST, YEESSSSSS!!" she hissed through tightly clenched teeth. "FUCK ME GOOD!"
Tom groaned in ecstasy, as the combined pressure in his bloated balls and rampaging cock became overpoweringly urgent. He flexed his hips with an animalistic savagery, gripped her nakedly grinding hips with his muscular hands, and drove his massively pulsating cock into her hotly palpitating vaginal cavern with body-jolting strength. She returned his hard strokes thrust for thrust, driving her rounded little buttocks back against him to meet his lunges with a frantic, instinctive rhythm.
"AAAEEEEEEIIIIII!" she wailed, carried away by the bestial force of the fucking she was receiving. It was hurting her now, hurting her with the kind of deliciously pleasurable torture she loved. This was what she lived for, sex, wild crazy sex. She enjoyed her exhibitionistic job as a go-go dancer; she liked showing off her ripely inviting body in front of a roomful of sexually hypnotized men, and she wanted to make them cum in their pants when she did her sexy routine. She lived for sensuality day and night, and she gave thanks to whatever powers had sent her this handsome, muscular construction worker to fuck her with his monstrously powerful cock. Her pussy was drenched with hot moisture now, and it throbbed incessantly as he rhythmically slammed into her like a super-charged machine, battering the shuddering nub of her nearly-raw cervix. Her eyes were transfixed at the sight of their obscenely locked bodies in the mirror, two healthy young animals fucking as if there was no tomorrow. The torrid vision made her nakedly aroused body sizzle with heat, rapidly approaching the apex of unbearable excitement when she would have her climax.
"Unnnnngggghhh ... ooooohhhhh," Tom moaned, as his excitement rapidly increased. His hotly tightened balls swelled with boiling sperm as they slapped lewdly against the backs of Cheri's wantonly quivering thighs. His lust-thickened cock began to shudder wildly as his moment of orgasm grew closer and closer with dizzying insistency. His eyes glazed dimly with raw passion, and the mirror image transformed itself into a blurry hallucination of unparalleled eroticism, he and Cheri locked in a violent and shameless copulation. His entire body ached with roaring pleasure, and soon he was there! His sweat-drenched, muscular frame jerked spasmodically as he suddenly jetted his thick scalding semen into her rapidly pumping loins: Wave after wave of white hot cum spurted from his massively jerking cockhead, making him wildly triumphant with whirling passion.
Cheri received his tumultuous torrent of cum with incoherent groans of rapture, as her warmly gushing cuntal juices seeped freely from the violently quaking walls of her burning vaginal sheath. Her loins were afire with unbelievable flames of erotic delight that filled every crevice of her violently orgasming body with ravishingly electric pleasure, making her flesh seethe with hot sparkles of wantonness.
"MNNNNNNnnnnnn...." she mewled, thrashing her head from side to side like a lust-crazed animal, her cuntal walls clutching hungrily at Tom's burrowing, emptying cock, sucking at the thickly bloated rod of flesh, trying to draw every last drop of cum from it like a baby sucking greedily on a rubber nippled bottle.
Gradually Tom spent himself completely and squeezed out the last drops of the hotly boiling liquid from his testicles into her wetly clasping pussy, then wordlessly, he withdrew and sank into the soft furry comfort of the rug, completely drained.
Cheri slumped forward onto the rug also, her skin shimmering like gossamer, her naked young body trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. Behind them, the rock music still blared in violent sexuality, as if beckoning them on to further erotic excess.
"Shall I turn off the record?" Tom inquired.
"No baby, let it run. I put a couple more on so it'll play for hours and hours."
"I'd play for hours, too, if I wasn't so damn tired," Tom said lazily, letting his hand curl around his softened penis.
"Oh, honey, I've got the perfect remedy for that," the redhead assured him, rising from the rug. "One of those little cigarettes I was smoking. Keeps you going for days. Think you might want one now?"
"As a matter-of-fact," the adulterous young husband replied, as he felt his cock begin to stiffen once more in his softly stroking palm, "that might not be a bad idea."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Debbie Lyons lay on the wide bed in her room at the Rancho Bella Reno, her head and shoulders propped up with pillows, drinking slowly from a large glass of red wine. She was dressed in a clinging silk half-slip, her hair was somewhat disheveled, and her makeup was much heavier than it had been before she had arrived at the debauched resort.
How long have I been here now? she wondered drunkenly. Four days? Five days? A week? God, I've lost track ... Oh, what does it matter anyway?
Since her shocking confrontation with Ava, Debbie had slowly resigned herself to her helpless position, too numb and confused to continue resisting. She had been visited many times by several of the local cowboys, including Sandy and Roy, who had forced her into acts of sexual perversion that had destroyed the last remaining traces of her childhood sexual fears and turned her into a wanton slave to their desires. Day by day, as a result of the brutal onslaught of copulation and wanton sensuality, the dark jungle instincts that had been buried for so long were brought to the surface of her consciousness, and it was rapidly turning her into a creature of unimaginable powers for passions. She no longer troubled over the morality of what she did, or even though much about her husband and her divorce. Instead she waited more and more eagerly for the lustfully virile cowboys to visit her, to force her to suck their lewdly twitching cocks, to let them hungrily fuck into every hitherto forbidden area of her body, until now she was like a mindlessly sensual creature with no thoughts except feeding the constantly mounting flames of sexual desire that took hold of her with such overwhelming force. Ava Lattimer had generously provided her with bottles of wine and Scotch, each of which was secretly laced with the strange white drug she had been given the first day, and now she drank herself into a euphoric stupor daily, hardly conscious of what day it was, or how she looked. Dimly she realized she was rapidly becoming just another whore in a brothel, and yet she liked the idea, found it darkly thrilling and wicked in a way that made her sensually awakened body tingle with pleasure and her cuntal depths grow warmly moist.
Twilight was falling over the desert now, and her room was filled with eerie shadows. She liked the semi-darkness; it gave her a quiet comfort. Her reverie was suddenly interrupted by a faint knocking at the door. She struggled up to a sitting position, took a deep swallow of the wine, and called out in a thick voice that was hoarse with drinking.
"Come on in, the door's unlocked."
Slowly the door opened, and Delores del Valle, the young Mexican chambermaid slipped quietly inside.
"Oh, hello, Delores," the young bride said in a slurred voice. "Want a drink of wine, honey?"
"No ... no Meesus Lyons ... I came to tell you that there ees a party at the bunkhouse and Mees Lattimer says you must come right away."
A party ... oh, I don't think I could take another one tonight ... Delores tell her I can't come please...." She was tired, exhausted, and the idea of another orgy after last night's made her shudder wearily.
"Oh no ... pleese, Meesus Lyons," the young girl pleaded, her eyes filled with fear, "Meesus Lattimer say you must come now."
Debbie stared at the young girl through her drink-dimmed eyes. She was such an innocent looking creature, with her shining black hair hanging down her back, her round Spanish face with dark eyes like two smoldering coals, and her tawny, amply curved body so brightly dressed as always in a white, low-cut peasant blouse and colorful skirt. Yet Debbie knew that Delores was as much an abject slave to the cowboys as she was, and she had often seen the girl brutally raped by one of the men, often right in front of the others. Once, she vividly recalled, Roy had stripped the Mexican girl naked on top of the dining room table when they were all eating, poured wine over the dark silkiness of her naked young body, and then fucked her mercilessly amidst the platters of food. She remembered how the girl had whimpered for mercy, and how she had felt such pity and tenderness for her.
"All right, Delores," she said finally. "Let me get dressed."
"No ... Meesus Lattimer said you come as you are now."
Debbie smiled with bitter sarcasm. So, she was to arrive at the party in her half-slip. She wondered what kind of new depravity she would be subjected to that night. Instinctively she reached for the bottle of wine and filled her glass for two last swallows.
The Mexican girl watched the ravaged young wife with deep, silent sympathy. This new arrival had been kind to her, she wasn't as hardened and mean as most of the other women who came to the Rancho. It made her sad to see that she was being drawn into the bizarre life just like the others. She knew the young bride had been blackmailed into all this by Ava Lattimer just as she done to all the others.
"Meesus Lyons...." she said nervously. "Maybe you run away? Run away from here?"
"Oh no ... no Delores I can't ... I wish I could, but I can't."
"Maybe your husband can come rescue you, no?"
Tears suddenly formed in Debbie's eyes as she recalled Tom, and the promise that their marriage had held, a promise that had never been fulfilled.
"No ... no, he doesn't know I'm here, Delores ... and I have no way of reaching him ... Miss Lattimer has seen to that. I'm trapped here until she wants to let me go. And besides, if he knew how low I've fallen, he wouldn't want me back ... I know he wouldn't...."
"But you are so pretty ... he understand, no? He take you back?"
"Oh I wish that were so ... but ... Oh, I don't want to even talk about it. I don't care anymore. We'd better get to that party ... we don't want to get Ava angry, do we?"
"No ... no ... you follow me. I take you."
* * *
The bunkhouse was located a few hundred yards behind the main building, a low, rambling wooden structure where the cowboys stayed when they visited the Rancho. It was quite dark by the time Debbie and Delores reached it, and raucous sounds of drunken male and female laughter could be heard as they approached.
"Sounds like they're having a good time," Debbie remarked sarcastically.
"Eeet is Saturday ... they come from all over on Saturday to have a good time," the Mexican girl replied, and visibly shuddered.
"Saturday ... it's funny, I'd lost complete track of the days...."
"Meesus Lyons," Delores said, stopping for a moment before entering, "no matter what happens tonight ... please don't worry ... everything will be all right. I will help you."
At her words, a cold ripple of apprehension flashed through the young wife's skimpily clad body.
"What . .' . what do you mean ... whatever happens? What do they have in mind? Delores? Tell me...."
But before the girl could answer, the wooden door of the bunkhouse flew open and they were met by Ava, looking as imperious as ever with her silver-streaked black hair piled high upon her head, and her body draped in a silver robe that was open all the way down the front, giving lurid glimpses of her ripely curved female form.
"Well, it's about time you two got here. The boys have been clamoring for a little entertainment all night. Get inside, and be quick about it."
Obediently, Delores and Debbie moved into the interior of the bunkhouse. They found themselves in a huge, square, wood-paneled room, with bunk beds along the walls and mattresses strewn everywhere along the floor. The harsh yellow light from the naked light bulbs suspended from the ceilings filled the room. A thick haze of smoke hung everywhere, and the place reeked of alcohol and sex. The room was crowded with men and women in various states of undress, and Debbie could see that several of the bunk beds were occupied with lusty cowboys and naked divorcees from the Rancho. Some were copulating rhythmically, others were in the midst of having their rigidly hardened cocks sucked, some were being masturbated. Several more cowboys, some completely naked, some wearing only their high boots and cowboy hats, were sprawled drunkenly on the floor on mattresses, drinking from bottles of wine and beer, crudely pawing the nakedly glistening bodies of the women they had chosen for the evening. It was an incredible scene of orgiastic debauchery, and the captive young bride's eyes could scarcely believe the perverted revelry she beheld.
As soon as they entered, Ava slammed the door closed, and the crowd became aware of their arrival. Drunken shouts and catcalls greeted them, insults and obscene abuses were flung at them pitilessly as they moved into the room to the full gaze of the lust-maddened crowd.
"Strip 'em," one cowboy shouted to the roared approval of the others. Immediately male hands reached out and roughly stripped the two girls of their garments, until they stood shamefaced and humiliated in the center of the room mutely absorbing the cries and lewd insinuations of the crowd.
Although Debbie had been subjected to much shameful degradation in the past few days, this was by far the worst treatment she had ever received. She was shamefully reduced to a naked harlot in front of an unruly group of tormentors. Her voluptuous young body shivered nervously, and her skin throbbed nakedly under the glare of the harsh lights. It was terrifying to have so many eyes, male and female, staring at her vulnerability, and she felt small and debased, wishing she could run away.
"Chica, chica, chica...." one of the men called to Delores, and Debbie could see that this term "chica" immediately angered the young Mexican girl. Apparently it was some kind of derogatory remark, perhaps of a racial nature, for the naked girl's black eyes flashed angrily at the man.
"None of that, you hot little whore," the man snarled, stepping forward into the light.
It was Roy, his swarthily muscular body stark naked except for his high black boots and a thick black belt he wore around his hips.
"Don't give me no dirty looks, you fucking little bitch," he growled at Delores, who shrank back in fear as the cruel cowboy approached her like a panther stalking his prey. Suddenly he lunged out and slapped her full on the face, causing her to fall in a naked heap on the dirty wooden floor.
Immediately Debbie moved towards her to help her, but Delores quickly sat up, a red patch glowing on her cheek from the force of the blow.
"No ... I am all right ... stay back, Meesus Lyons...."
"It's best not to interfere with the boys when they're having fun," Ava said, stepping into the center of the room. "So just relax, Debbie, there's more to come."
The young wife forced back an instinctive surge of anger, and decided that it was no use protesting; she had no friends here-no one except Delores. She bit her tongue, and glared at the tall, svelte woman, who returned her glare with a steady look of cold contempt. Then she turned her attention to the crowd.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, a special Saturday night treat ... something to give you a little excitement ... we have two lovely young women here ... a dark Spanish beauty from South of the Border ... and pretty Debbie from up North. I think it would be fun to see our Good Neighbor Policy at work with these two? Don't you?"
A roar of laughter and approval went up from the crowd, and Debbie wondered what Ava meant.
"Clear off that mattress, boys," Ava said, pointing to a wide mattress nearby, "so they have some room to play."
The cowboys, who included Sandy among them, quickly moved away from the mattress:
"Now, Debbie, why don't you lie down there and make yourself comfortable? And leave room for Delores to crawl up between your pretty young legs!"
Suddenly the young bride knew instinctively what was going to happen. She was going to be forced to make love to Delores in front of their lewdly leering eyes! She was going to be forced to have sex with another woman! This was something that she had never even thought about, or remotely considered as a possibility. She had thought she had experienced every possible shame in the past few days, but now she was going to be subjected to the most degrading humiliation she could conceive of.
"Please...." she whispered to Ava, "please don't make me do this."
"Get on the mattress, bitch," the tall woman hissed, "or I'll get Roy to slap you around a little ... with his belt!"
Debbie's heart began to pound in fear. There was nothing she could do but go through with it, nothing. Quickly she glanced at Delores, who still lay on the floor, and the Mexican girl flashed a look of such warmth and encouragement that the young wife found a surge of new strength filling her nakedly helpless body. With new found pride, she walked to the mattress, as the group shouted lewdly at her. She lay back, waiting for the inevitable.
"All right, Delores, get up and strut your stuff," Ava commanded, her face contorted with dark pleasure.
Slowly, the humiliated Mexican girl rose from the floor, while shouts of abuse filled her hears, and turned to face Debbie. She had known in advance what was going to happen, and it was not a new experience for her. Ever since she was a young girl she had been forced out onto the streets to earn her living with her body, and many times she had made love to women, so that she had even come to enjoy it, although she was treated like an animal most of the time, as if she was not human at all, merely a dark-skinned slave. Deep in her heart she harbored a deep hatred for the people who treated her so shamefully, and resented having to submit to their constant degradation. Yet the pretty young woman with the light brown hair had been so kind to her, had treated her as an equal human being, and for this she was deeply grateful. She wanted to make it as easy as possible for her to go through with Ava's "entertainment," to help her in any way she could, for it was, in a small way, a revenge on these unfeeling cowboys and the women of the Rancho who treated her cruelly, like a third-class citizen.
"Move it, Chica," Roy called again, and resisting a deep surge of hatred, the alluring Mexican girl moved towards the mattress, where Debbie lay helplessly naked, her cream-white skin nearly translucent under the light from the overhead bulbs. Delores's heart filled with love for the pretty American girl, and a tremor of desire passed through her softly throbbing dark-skinned body as she drew closer and closer. Finally, she knelt down next to Debbie on the mattress.
"Eeeet weel be all right," she whispered lovingly to the nervous young wife. "Do not worry, Delores make eet all right."
Debbie's defenseless young body was shaking with terror now, and the tips of her fingers had grown ice-cold in abject humiliation. Carefully, Delores reached out her arms to embrace the trembling girl, but she drew back, afraid.
"Go on!" Roy yelled harshly at Debbie, "GO DOWN ON HER BITCH!"
Fearfully the naked girl glanced into Delores's dark eyes, and they were so friendly and full of love that much of the young wife's anxiety slowly began to recede. Tentatively she lifted her arms, as did Delores, and slowly the two girls drew into an embrace, while the crowd went wild with lusty cries, their eyes leering drunkenly at the two nakedly voluptuous females, one white, the other dark-skinned, cuddling against each other.
"We must kiss," Delores whispered her wetly parted lips drawing closer and closer until the warm female mouths were touching. It was the first time Debbie had ever kissed a woman, and the pliant softness of Delores's lips against hers was strange and forbidding, yet oddly, exciting, too.
The Mexican girl pressed her full sensual mouth against Debbie's and kissed her passionately, thrilled by the silken warmth of the young wife's lips as her wet, pink tongue timidly explored the fleshy surface of the young bride's mouth, and she drew her tighter in an embrace. Somehow, being with the beautiful American woman like this closed her off from the sneering insults of the crowd, and she lost herself in the warm sensuality of female closeness. She tried to shove her tongue between Debbie's lips in love, but found the other mouth tightly shut in terror.
"You must relax now ... eet weel be good ... you see...." she whispered.
She let her fingers graze lightly over Debbie's tautly quivering, pear-shaped breasts, and flicked the little buds of the berrylike nipples lightly so that they hardened, quickly erect under her light touch.
"That's it, chica," the men called.
"You got real nice tits, Ma'am," Sandy called out to Debbie, as he fondled his rapidly hardening cock with growing excitement.
Wearied to death of resisting now, Debbie let Delores massage her softly tingling breasts, and found, to her delight, that it was wonderfully soothing to have a girl's cool, tapering fingers kneading at her sensitive mounds of flesh so tenderly and gently. Involuntarily, she emitted a long, luxuriant sigh as Delores's eager fingers skillfully caressed her flesh.
The others in the room were growing quickly passionate at the provocative sight of the two naked young women fondling each other so lewdly. Several of the cowboys began to roughly grope the willing bodies of their women, their eyes glued, to the obscene sight on the mattress, while others openly began to play with themselves, slowly jerking their eagerly swelling penises up and down as their passion steadily mounted. Roy sauntered over to Ava, his mammoth cock angrily erect, shooting straight out from the tangled mass of his pubic hair, and hungrily began to paw the tall female, who received his advanced with obvious pleasure, shedding her silvery robe swiftly so that her voluptuously formed body was fully available to the rough caresses of the heatedly aroused male.
Delores bent down and began to suck on Debbie's firmly erect nipples with her soft warm lips, losing herself serenely in the yielding flesh, letting her mouth rove freely over one ripe, globular mound, then the other. How warm and satiny they were, she thought, how lovely to taste and suck! "Mmmmmmnnnn...." she moaned as she finally buried her face in the faintly perfumed warmth of the fair-skinned woman's breasts. Her hands flew up lovingly to the long, silken strands of chestnut-colored hair, and she caressed Debbie's wild mane sensuously, reveling in the soft texture. "Oooohhh...." she sighed, lifting her head momentarily from the young wife's gently sloping breasts. "Touch me please...." she whispered, "touch my body...."
As if in a dream, Debbie obeyed the girl's urgent request, and timidly let her hands begin to play over the young girl's back and shoulders.
The warm flesh was soft and silky to touch, and Debbie could scarcely conceal a mounting sense of forbidden desire as her fingers grazed the girl's nakedly resilient skin, touching it softly and curiously, exploring for the first time the sweet warm secrets of another female body. Delores's flesh was delightfully smooth, and before Debbie knew what she was doing, her hands were playfully roving over the Mexican girl's ample young breasts.
Oh how good they feel, she thought to herself, nearly oblivious to the crude orgy that surrounded them, how wonderfully good.
In an unexpected burst of rising passion, she took Delores's face with her hands and brought it close to her own. Gazing intently at the dark burning coals of her eyes, it was almost as if she held a kid sister in her arms. She was such a fragrantly sweet young girl that in the next instant she kissed her fully on the lips, savoring the softness of them and letting her tongue rove wantonly over the smooth teeth.
"Christ," Roy said as he saw Debbie begin to make love to Delores in earnest, "it looks like that little bitch is really diggin' it."
"They all do in time, lover," Ava replied, her hands grasping the bloated hardness of the cowboy's powerfully lurching cock, "they all do!"
Every eye in the room was riveted to the two shamelessly caressing females. Dozens of cocks stiffened excitedly, and many hotly pulsating cunts of the eagerly watching women grew moist with sensual hunger as the perverted crowd watched the two desirable young girls fondling and kissing each other with rapidly growing passion. Gleamingly naked, their firm young breasts were crushed against each other, their lips wetly clasped in warm female love that brought forth a steadily mounting surge of rippling lust from the jaded crowd of cowboys and divorcees.
Sandy's eyes were glued to the two ripely curvaceous forms, and his hand gripped his hardened shaft tighter, his frenzied self-gratification intensifying as he jerked his thickly inflated penis harder and harder, his body hot with passion.
"Yeah, that's jest fine, girls," he called excitedly, "love each other up real good. You only live once!"
Lost in the lewd embrace, Debbie could scarcely believe what was happening to her. She was actually beginning to enjoy kissing and hugging the pretty Mexican girl. She knew, in the dim recesses of her mind, that it was beyond all moral decency, but she didn't care now because it felt so good! After the brutal attacks from the men, this tender, charming lovemaking with a soft little dark-skinned girl in her arms was slowly removing all previous fears from her mind, her darker passions rose once again to the surface, and delightful new thrills engulfed her bewildered senses. She kissed Delores's face hungrily, and her kisses were returned with eager relish.
Then Delores moved her mouth down away from Debbie's lips, and with steadily rising passion, began to lick every inch of the young wife's softly throbbing body with her expert, hot little tongue. She made a warm trail from the top of Debbie's swanlike neck and shoulders, down across her firmly rounded breasts, lingering momentarily to suck and tease them with her wetly heated lips and tongue. Then she moved further down across the smoothly curving plane of her stomach, while Debbie lay back pleasantly, surges of radiant pleasure washing through her nakedly aroused body from the Mexican girl's incredible oral activity. Soon Delores' darting little tongue found its way to the sparse, softly curling triangle of pubic hair that curved around the golden slit of Debbie's breathlessly waiting cunt.
"Ooooohhhh ... Delores...." the passive young wife moaned ecstatically as the girl's hot moistened lips first touched the delicate petal-like folds of her expectantly quivering pussy flesh. "Yesssss...."
The crowd gasped lustfully as Delores ran her tongue down the entire length of Debbie's visibly throbbing pussy lips, sending rushes of trembling pleasure gushing upwards throughout the young wife's body. Delores soon found the little pulsing bud of Debbie's clitoris and began to tease it lewdly with her lips, teeth, and tongue, finding just the right spot that she knew would drive her new friend wild with excitement. Her hands moved adventurously over Debbie's sleekly throbbing breasts and smooth shoulders as she voraciously sucked and licked at the delicate little bud of flesh until it began to quiver passionately, coming erect like an aroused little penis.
Anxious to return some measure of affection to the sensuous young girl, Debbie let her hand flutter down to stroke the long, black strands of hair that fanned out over her dark shoulders, as Delores continued to tongue-fuck her hotly up between her open thighs. Never in her strangest dreams had the young wife thought she could find such enjoyment in a sexual embrace with another female, especially under such nightmarish circumstances, yet there was no question that her shamelessly aroused body was responding with a lewd, wanton delight.
"AAANNNNGGGGHHH!" she groaned aloud, as her wetly pulsating clitoris began to shout out with overpowering waves of hot pleasure, "OH LICK ME GOOD, DELORES!"
The hungrily sucking young Mexican girl suddenly snaked her wetly questing tongue into the tightly puckered entrance to Debbie's passion-wracked pussy.
"OOOOOOOHHHH YYYYEEESSSSS!" the hotly aroused young wife cried out as she felt, for the first time, the maddening thrill of another woman's wetly exploring tongue swirling hotly around up inside her love-hungry cunt. Delores flicked the quickly darting tip into the flaring vaginal depths, and jolting flashes of luxurious pleasure surged through Debbie's joyously writhing body as the girl's serpentine tongue slid lewdly into the wetly clinging walls of her fevered pussy. She gave herself fully to the probing tongue of the girl, opening her legs wide, pulling her knees up, giving full access to her wildly throbbing vagina. She no longer cared in the least that all the other men and women in the room were watching luridly. The only thing that mattered to her was losing herself completely in the rising tide of delicious sensuality that billowed around her like a warm protective blanket.
Delores pressed even deeper into the fluted wet pussy flesh, and her skillfully darting little tongue rammed into the hotly quivering cavern, whirling and rotating, fucking in ... fucking out. Debbie ground her heatedly trembling vagina hungrily up into the girl's now moistly glistening young face, and fought back a shrill scream of ecstasy.
"MMMMMMnnnnnn," Delores mewled, her nakedly hunched young body bathed in luxurious waves of shamelessly rippling lust as she feasted on the young wife's sexually perfumed vaginal split.
Suddenly Ava, who was bending over forward now with Roy's bloated male thickness shoved deep inside her tightly clutching pussy from behind, called out new instructions to the girls.
"Swing around, Debbie! Turn upside down and suck Delores off, too!"
Debbie, lost in a blissful dream state, did not comprehend at first what Ava was implying, but Delores did immediately. She moved back from Debbie's wetly quivering pussy and quickly swung her naked young body around over the girl beneath, straddling her face and positioning her throbbing hot cunt directly over the wildly aroused young wife's mouth so that they could share their mutual excitement. Then she bent down, supported on her elbows, and continued to lick greedily at the warm succulent slit of her open pussy below.
At first Debbie was shocked by what was asked of her, for she soon realized that Ava intended that she lick Delores' vagina as well. Somehow, even despite the constant depravity of the last few days, her mind and body struggled in fierce resistance to this new order from the shameless brunette.
"GO ON!" Roy shouted, gripping Ava's milk-white hips cruelly, while he fucked into her with savage thrusts, "Squirm your hot little tongue up into Chica's pussy! NOW! LICK IT!"
His shouts were echoes by the violently aroused throng that filled the room. Both men and women hurled new insults, screaming for her to fasten her lips to the Mexican girl's expectantly waiting vagina so that their lewd voyeuristic spell would not be broken.
Closing her eyes, and fighting back a sudden resurgence of shame, Debbie opened her mouth and timidly pushed out her tongue as Delores lowered her moistly eager cunt onto her face. At first the young bride recoiled from the strange tasting, feminine wetness she felt as her tongue nervously proved at the wetly throbbing flesh of the girl's soft, curl-fringed lips. Soon, however, her former sense of compelling desire returned, recharged now by Delores' tormenting little tongue fucking so wantonly in and out of her own excitedly glistening cuntal depths below. Timidly she began to explore the warmly quivering furrow, rimming her tongue around the delicate strands of pubic hair that lined the soft, pinkly shining cleft. Finding the softly pulsing clitoris, she brushed her tongue lightly over it and was startled to feel the little bud responding eagerly, hardening instantly....
"OOOOOHHHHH!" Delores mewled, as Debbie timidly continued to lick her lustily throbbing clitoris. The Mexican girl increased her own activity, rapidly darting her tongue deeply in and out of the hotly convulsing folds of cuntal flesh beneath her face.
Aroused now beyond all control, Debbie broke through the last remaining shreds of her resistance and began hungrily ramming her wet little tongue rapidly into Delores' heated vaginal interior.
The obscene crowd watched lasciviously as the two sensual females wantonly undulated, their naked bodies smoothly gleaming, their wet hungry mouths crushed against each other's erotically glistening pussies as they moaned and writhed with lewd delight.
"Oh yeah," Sandy, the one who had fucked her on top in the desert, cried beside them, jerking wildly at. his heavily bloated cock, "suck, you pretty little fillies, suck each other off until you blow your nuts!"
The crowd was wild now, sucking and fucking in torrid abandon now that the two girls were deeply engrossed in their lesbian act. Everyone strained to keep their eyes on the writhing pair, as they wantonly and willingly performed as though they were alone in their own bedroom. Cries and groans filled the air with sounds of reckless, orgiastic excess, and the bunk beds groaned and creaked with the pressure of wildly copulating bodies.
Debbie was submerged now in a sea of swirling ecstasy, and she drove her tongue into Delores' moistly clasping cunt, hungrily exploring every inch of the succulently working interior walls.
Sandy groaned in ecstasy as above them he stroked feverishly at his rigid hot shaft of male hardness, and close by, Roy and Ava pressed their lust-driven bodies tightly together as the hulking cowboy drove his massively swollen rod of flesh upwards into the imperious brunette's eagerly milking womb. The wooden bunkhouse rocked with frantic excitement, spurred ever onward by the two furiously tongue-fucking females on the mattress.
Delores moaned in animal delight as her heatedly throbbing cuntal walls began to expand and contract with increased intensity and hot flashes of excruciating pleasure began to jolt through her. wantonly twisting young body. She knew her climax was not far off now, and she redoubled her efforts by plunging her lewdly darting tongue deep into Debbie's frantically clutching pussy flesh.
"OOOOMMMMMNNNNNGGGGGGHHHH!!" the desire-crazed young wife mewled as she frantically undulated her nakedly gleaming body up and down on the mattress, her vaginal interior ablaze with uncontrollable lust. She felt as if she was sinking into a torrent of hot, velvety softness, consumed by a tidal wave of sweet-aching wetness. She was cumming ... cumming....
Delores and Debbie were both transported on an incredible vortex of heaving orgasm. Wave after wave of heated delight consumed them as their madly licking tongues drove mercilessly into each other's wetly frothing pussies.
"Cum, you fucking little bitches," Sandy cried maniacally, as he suddenly reached his own apex of excitement, and shot forth thick spurts of scalding sperm all over their nakedly writhing young bodies from the hotly swollen head of his hand-jerked cock. "OH FUCKOH FUCKFUUUUUCCCKKK!"
Suddenly, as the two girls reached the convulsive height of their orgasms, one of the cowboys, a dark, muscular man with curly brown hair, yanked Delores away from Debbie's deliriously throbbing body.
"Get away, Chica," he snarled, holding his massively erect cock in the palm of his hand, "you got yours, now let me show this fuckin' bitch what a man can do!"
Through her blurred vision, her mind reeling from the explosive climax, Debbie could see the powerful cowboy in front of her, leering down crudely, and she shuddered when she saw the massive size of his visibly throbbing cock. In that moment she knew her ordeal was far from over, for she was about to be fucked by the man, and behind him could be seen others lining up, all eagerly stroking their shafts of hard male penile flesh to readiness.
Oh God help me, she whispered inwardly, God help me! They 're going to gang-fuck me!
In a sudden move, the cowboy was on top of her, and without warning, plunged his hot, massively pulsating cock deep into her passion-drenched pussy, immediately fucking into her with brutal, ramrod strokes, so that the ravaged young wife's body was jerked up off the mattress from the force of it. Yet once she was adjusted to her state, her body began to throb wildly with a renewed savage passion, and she was slowly transformed again into a creature of complete and total animal pleasure.
"OH YESSS!" she cried, nearly incoherent with mounting rapture as her wetly quaking pussy reached climax after climax, "YESSSS! FUCK MEEEE! ALL OF YOU, FUCK ME GOOD!"
And so the torrid orgy went on, as Roy finished fucking Ava, and quickly joined the lineup near the mattress. Ava, however, far from being left out in the cold; she was drawn into a bunk with three hotly-aroused cowboys where she was being fucked brutally in the rectum by one while the others used her eagerly receptive mouth and cunt in which to pour out the excitedly building semen.
Unseen by the revelers, however, Delores had quietly retrieved her clothes and had hidden herself in the shadows by the door, while she watched the depraved scene with eyes flashing deep contempt for her tormentors.
"I will have my revenge," she thought bitterly, "I will have my revenge on you all."
And moments later she slipped quietly out the door into the moonlit desert night.
CHAPTER EIGHT
A few minutes later, Delores had made her way into Ava Lattimer's private office and, after carefully closing the drapes and blinds, she turned on a small desk lamp to provide some illumination. She was determined now to help her young American friend, and if she herself could not escape from the depravity of the Rancho, she was sure that Debbie could.
I show them, she ruminated bitterly, I show those peegs that Delores del Valle has pride.
She went to the drawer where she knew the sultry proprietress kept all the personal information of the Rancho's "guests", but found to her dismay that it was locked. As chambermaid, however, she knew where most of the keys were kept, and soon found the right one in another, unlocked drawer. Once she had unlocked the file drawer, she rummaged hurriedly through the cards, knowing it would only be a matter of time before Ava realized she was missing from the orgy. Soon she found a card with Debbie's name and address in Seattle.
Now I help you, my pretty friend, she thought. I help you escape.
Quietly she picked up the white telephone on the desk and dialed a number, listening intently until someone answered at the other end.
"Hello? Eees thees Western Union? I weesh to send a telegram...."
* * *
Tom Lyons returned to his apartment early on Sunday morning. He had spent the night with Cheri, and although the scintillating redhead had been as provocative and exciting as ever, something was beginning to go flat for him in the relationship. There was something about the girl that was sick, even perverted, with her incessant craving for sex, and her constant use of drugs. It had been extraordinary at first, of course, particularly since he had been so frustrated with Debbie, but now he felt wrong about the whole affair, and as he rode up the elevator at seven in the morning, feeling unshaven and grubby, he began to yearn again for his beautiful wife.
Christ, we had our problems, God knows, he thought, but there was something about Debbie that nobody can match, not even Cheri, He sighed deeply, for it had been a week since his radiant bride had left him, and probably, he knew, the divorce was under way. There was no use crying over spilt milk now, for it seemed that his marriage was thing of the past, a bad mistake, maybe. Yet, he felt surer than ever that if they had just given themselves more time they could have worked out their problems.
The elevator doors slid open and he made his way to the apartment. Opening the front door, however, he immediately noticed that a telegram had been slid under the door-sill. He picked it up, quickly tore open the envelope, and read:
DEAR MR. LYONS YOUR WIFE IS IN TROUBLE SHE NEEDS YOUR HELP.
COME TO RANCHO DELLA RENO IN RENO NEVADA.
HURRY.
A FRIEND
Tom's heart began to thud heavily in his chest as he read the telegram.
Oh my God, he thought, she went to Reno! And what the hell kind of trouble is she in?
At first he was skeptical of the whole telegram, with it's vague signature of "a friend." Yet, if Debbie was in trouble he had to help her, and maybe it would be a chance of getting her back. Moments later he had packed a small overnight bag full of clothes and was on his way down the elevator to find his car, having resolved to drive straight down to Reno and find out what was going on.
Hang on, Debbie, he telepathed mentally, I'm coming as soon as I can.
* * *
Fortunately there were major highways leading all the way down from Seattle to Nevada, and, fortified by several cups of strong coffee, Tom managed to reach the outskirts of
Reno around midnight. He stopped briefly at a gas station to get directions to the Rancho, and then headed straight out into the desert towards the resort. Finally he saw the lights of Rancho Delia Reno in the distance, and he stopped the car and turned off the ignition some distance away from the main building. An instinctive sense warned him that if Debbie was in trouble, it would be best for him to investigate the place quietly, under cover of night, to see what was going on before making his presence known.
He got out of the car, and crept quietly towards the brightly lit ranch-style building, moving carefully like an Indian hunter so as to make no noise or attract attention. As he approached the place, he could hear sounds of raucous music and laughter, as if there was a huge party in progress. Crouching down low, he edged quietly into the protective bushes near the front entrance, then crept slowly towards a wide window which would afford him a view of what was going on inside. He stopped for a moment to get his breath, then slowly edged his head upwards until he could see into the window. What he saw made his jaw drop open in astonishment and surprise.
Another orgy was in progress, and this one was even more degenerate than the one that had taken place in the bunkhouse the previous evening. The room was full of cowboys and divorcees, almost all of them completely naked and completely drunk. Unclothed bodies were sprawled everywhere in the comfortable lounge, and engaged in every sort of erotic activity. From his hidden place by the window, Tom could see several of the broad-shouldered cowboys, wearing their wide brimmed hats cocked at a raunchy angle, straddling the nakedly subjugated bodies of several of the women, riding them like horses, slapping the resilient flesh of their helpless buttocks, and pulling on their hair like manes. While some of the men rode, others followed behind, drunkenly inserting their greedily lurching penises into the hotly dilated rectal depths of their nakedly kneeling love slaves. The astonished young husband was shocked to realize that the women who were being forced into such humiliated positions seemed to enjoy it, for their faces were twisted into wild contorted masks of obscene desire, and they groaned lewdly as their cowboy masters drove them on, slapping them, gripping their hair cruelly, and riding them like bucking broncos.
Despite his mission to find his errant wife, the young construction worker found himself growing quickly excited at the salacious spectacle, and his thick cock lurched erect in his pants, responding involuntarily to the obscene orgy.
Christ almighty he thought to himself, Debbie would never come to a place like this. Whoever sent me that telegram must have been playing some kind of joke on me.
Yet he also knew that it was hardly possible that anyone would have done such a thing out of maliciousness. But since he could see his young wife nowhere in sight, he was growing more and more sure he was on a wild goose chase. Nonetheless he could not keep his awe-struck eyes from staring at the incredibly lurid scene in the room, and his loins were beginning to churn with warmth as his rigidly hardened cock jumped into greater hardness in his pants, straining against the taut material.
Suddenly, the crowd shouted and let out a mighty roar of approval. A space was cleared in the center of the room, and a tall, striking woman with silver streaks in her black hair, completely naked, led another girl by the hand to the center. The other girl was obviously completely drunk, for she staggered about, a half-empty wine bottle in her hand, her light brown hair in a dangled disarray, her face caked with whorish makeup, her nakedly ripe body glistening with a light dew of perspiration, as if she had been subjected to an endless, exhausting sexual session.
Tom gasped in alarm when he realized, seconds later, that the drunken wanton creature was ... was Debbie! His wife! But she looked almost totally different, no longer demure and rigid, but almost slovenly, and completely in the grips of drink and passion though her fresh young curves and luscious beauty were still the same. He couldn't believe his eyes, but there she was, there was no doubt about it.
Oh my God, Debbie, what have they done to you?
He watched, horror stricken, as the tall older woman ordered the young bride to lay down on the floor and tore the wine bottle from her hands. Then, once she was sprawled on her back on the soft carpet, the tall woman pulled Debbie's legs wide apart, so that Tom could easily see the golden throbbing mound of her moistly pulsing pussy. He was frozen, rooted to the spot by the sight of this bizarre hallucination: his wife, his own terrified, beautiful wife, performing like a gutter prostitute in front of this leering crowd of degenerates. Moments later Ava handed the nearly deranged young girl a strange object, ordering her to use it. For a moment Tom couldn't make out what the object was, but he soon realized that it was a battery powered vibrator!
They were going to force Debbie to use this perverted thing on herself in front of all of them! Fury exploded in the young husband, and his body grew hot and flush with rage as he watched his drunken bride, grinning lewdly, bring the thick phallic instrument down to the softly twitching flesh between her drawn back legs; and slowly insert the rapidly vibrating shaft up inside the soft, curl-lined lips of her vagina, obscenely as she did, while the crowd grew wild with excitement.
Oh God no! he screamed inwardly, NOOOOO!
Blinded with heated anger, he rose from the bushes and stumbled to the front door. It was locked. But his violent anger gave him a superhuman strength, and he drew back and then ran forward, heaving the whole mass of his body against the door with his left shoulder, forcing it to give way and open with a huge crash that immediately startled and shocked everyone in the room. Women cried out in alarm and hastily tried to dress, while the men stumbled drunkenly about in confusion. Tom ran quickly to Debbie, who was so incoherent that she hardly knew what was happening.
"Debbie, oh God, Debbie ... it's me ... Tom...."
"Tom ... Tom...." she murmured, letting the vibrator fall from her hands onto the floor. Moments later she realized that it was her husband, and her eyes opened wide, jolted back to reality. The impossible had happened, her husband had found her! "Oh Tom...." she cried, and flung her naked arms around him, holding him tightly, tears springing into her eyes. "Oh thank God you've come!"
"What the hell goes on here, buddy," a man said, striding arrogantly toward the couple. It was Roy, completely naked.
"Let me handle this," Ava said. She had quickly slipped into a blue silk kimona and was moving into the center of the room. "I don't want any trouble." She eyed Tom with hostility, as he knelt, cradling his sobbing young wife in his arms. "Now why don't you tell me who you are and what you're doing here!"
"I'm Tom Lyons," he snapped, "and I'm here to take my wife home. I don't know what kind of a business you're running here, sister, or how Debbie got involved, but it's all over now."
"Ava," Roy interjected, his fists tightened and ready for action, "let me and a couple of the boys show this bastard how we do things out here. We'll smash him up real good."
"No," the brunette hissed angrily, "none of that! You'll really get us in trouble with that kind of stuff."
"Yes, I think the police might be very interested in what's going on out here," Tom said coolly.
"Oh?" Ava replied, arching her eyebrow, "perhaps so. But I don't think you'll do anything like that, my friend."
"Why not?"
"Because I have certain photographs of your wife...."
"No ... no ... please don't show him those...." Debbie cried in alarm.
"Photos," the svelte woman continued, "that might cause you more trouble than I think you want. Would you like to see them?"
Tom stared at her in defiance.
"No ... no, baby, you keep those photos for yourself. I don't give a good goddamn what you've got. But don't worry, I won't go to the police. I just want to take my wife home, that's all."
"Then do it, and be quick about it. I don't like having your kind stinking up my establishment."
"Where's your clothes, Debbie?" Tom asked his softly weeping wife tenderly.
"Room seven," she whispered.
"Come on, take me there. We'll get you dressed and out of here in five minutes."
"Yes ... oh yes ... Tom please...."
He lifted his naked young bride to her feet, and holding her close they quickly made their way through the silent crowd to the second floor where they quickly gathered all of her belongings together into her suitcase.
"Are you ready to come home now?" Tom asked as she finished dressing.
"Oh Tom...." she said in a small nervous voice, "they made me do such awful things ... I don't think you'll want me back after you hear what's happened."
"Don't be too sure about that, honey. In any case I think we should discuss it when we get back."
"Then take me home, darling, please take me home," and suddenly she was weeping again.
CHAPTER NINE
Nightfall had already come to Seattle when Tom and Debbie finally reached the city. All the way home in the car, when she had not been sleeping she had poured out the entire story to her husband, outlining in detail the incredible nightmare she had endured at the Rancho Delia Reno. Tom had listened silently, and his wife was sure that when he knew everything that had happened he would no longer want to continue with the marriage. Yet, although Tom was somewhat uptight at first, as Debbie's lurid tales continued he found himself growing somewhat excited by them, for in the back of his mind he realized that despite the merciless sexual assaults she had had to endure, she had been forced into a vivid confrontation with her sexual fears, fears that had nearly destroyed their marriage. He wondered if maybe she hadn't changed in a good way, particularly sexually.
"Well ... that's the story," she said timidly. "It's awful, I know, and it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't left you so stupidly. I didn't realize how much I didn't know about the world, Tom, I walked into it blindly ... like a child."
"I'm sorry it had to happen that way, honey," her husband said as they pulled into the garage of their apartment building, "but ... maybe something good came out of it too!"
"You mean ... you mean you aren't angry?"
"No ... no I'm not angry. It's funny, I should be, but I'm not. And to tell you the truth, I kind of had my own adventure while you were away."
Debbie felt her heart stop for a moment.
"You mean ... you met ... another woman?"
There was a long silence.
"Yes ... yes I did. Oh, she was just a girl I met in a bar. I was so upset when I read your note ... I mean I thought hell if she can just go off like that, well I can too! But it's over now. It just made me realize how much I really love you. Are you mad at me for doing that?"
Debbie sat musing deeply as the car came to a halt in the lower level of the garage. It did bother her a little to think that Tom had actually been unfaithful to her, and yet she couldn't condemn him, since she herself had been so foolish. Still, there was something about his confession that intrigued her as well, something that made him seem more desirable than ever in her eyes. She couldn't understand why she felt this way. She knew she should be bitterly unhappy, but she wasn't. Instead, she glanced toward her handsome, blond-haired spouse with new admiration and love.
"No, I'm not angry, Tom. It's hard to explain, but my feelings have changed about so many things now. I'm a different person than I was when I left here a week ago. Can you understand that, darling?"
"Yeah, I think I can...."
He had noticed the change, for there was something about her that struck him immediately, a certain mature womanliness, a provocative gleam in her eye that he hadn't seen before.
"Oh Tom," she said earnestly, "let's start over again. Let's try and make this marriage work. Let's try and love each other as much as possible. There's so much ahead for us, I'm sure."
"I think so too, baby, I think so too."
"I'm so glad. Oh, Tom, I love you."
She reached out and embraced her husband warmly, snuggling her head against his broad chest and relishing the pleasant comfort of being in his arms again. But there was more, though, for abruptly she also felt faint stirrings of desire ripple lightly through her body, and she tightened her grip on his hard frame. In that moment she knew that she wanted him, she wanted him to make love to her in a way she had never wanted it before. She no longer thought about Uncle Andy, or was gripped by deep, unexplained anxiety that made her pull away in fear. No, her entire softly rounded body trembled with sensual longing.
Oh, she thought, can it be that I've actually broken through my problems at last? Am I free now to love my husband properly?
Tom was not aware of her growing desire, for as he felt her warmly alluring body press closer and closer to him in the car, his heart soared with happiness. This was something Debbie had rarely done in all the time he had known her. She had changed, and not just physically, for he knew instinctively that she desired him, desired him the way a fully developed woman wants a man. And he responded with delight, his own body growing steadily more warm and flush, his long cock stiffening eagerly in his pants. He kissed her, kissed her deeply, and nearly cried out with joy when she thrust her tongue hungrily into his mouth, running the soft flesh around his teeth with an incredible sensuality.
"Oh, baby," he said, pulling away from her momentarily, "that feels so nice."
"Mnnnnn...." she replied, like a contented cat, "why don't we go upstairs and see what else develops? Would you like to?"
"You don't even have to ask!"
Feeling almost as excited as if she were making her way to the bridal chamber, Debbie followed her husband upstairs. She smiled secretively; in a way it was their wedding night. This would be the first time she had ever willing come to him or any other man. She shivered in excitement as he opened their door ... the door to their home, and she vowed to make it a home he would always be eager to return to. She knew now what to do and never again would she hesitate to do it, for she was-after all-a woman.
Quickly assuming command, she ordered her weary husband .to take a shower and then she busied herself, wanting to surprise him ... and she did!
* * *
Tom was lying lazily on their wide king-sized bed, waiting for Debbie to finish showering. Once again he shook his head in disbelief. When he had come out of the shower, he had been stunned to discover that in his absence she had lit candles in the bedroom, so that soft flickering shadows danced provocatively along the walls. She had also put some soft romantic music on the stereo, and he couldn't help contrasting the subtle promise of untapped passion in this music with the blatant savagery of Cheri's wild rock. Debbie's music was as quiet and as powerful and as eternal as the sea ... Cheri's thunderclap loud, startling ... quickly forgotten.
The young husband hadn't bothered to dress in pajamas, something he normally had to do because the old Debbie had always preferred it that way. But tonight, he felt, it might not be necessary. Tonight, things obviously were different. At least so far. Time would tell, of course, as to whether she had really broken through her old fears, and whether or not they could go on with their marriage after the strange incidents of the past week. But Tom felt hopeful, very hopeful.
He could hear the shower being turned off in the adjoining bathroom, and he quickly rose and poured two glasses of Benedictine, the pleasant liqueur he always enjoyed. He wanted to see if Debbie would drink some too, as a little test of how much she had changed. By the time he had filled the delicate little liqueur glasses, the door to the bathroom opened and his wife entered.
He gasped aloud when he saw her, for she had donned a light blue, filmy silk nightgown that clung to her ripe curvaceous form in tantalizing softness, making her look like a ravishing young Greek goddess. Her light brown hair shone brilliantly and cascaded down her shoulders in thick, satiny strands. Her complexion was radiantly beautiful, and her freshly scrubbed face glowed with health and warmth. She stood proudly in the flickering candlelight, her ripely pointed young breasts jutting out against the supple material of her gown like two firm, delicious pears, her eyes smoldering with warmth and desire. Slowly, a shy half-smile on her face, she untied the ribbon that held her garment in place, and let it fall to the floor, so that she stood nakedly before him, a wildly thrilling vision of female perfection, the little tips of her full breasts already quivering with rising passion.
Whistling softly in appreciation, Tom approached her slowly with the two little drinks in his hands.
"Honey, you look incredible," his voice was husky with barely surprised emotion.
"You too," she murmured as she took the liqueur from him. Her eyes roved shamelessly over his naked body, and she realized how lucky she was to have such a handsome man for a husband. There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on his broadly muscular frame, and he was hard as a rock, his toughened flesh rippling in enthralling waves whenever he moved. Her eyes caught sight of his long virile cock, which was already semi-erect and jerking excitedly, and her face dimpled mischievously as she glanced up into his bright blue eyes and lifted her glass for a toast.
They clinked their glasses together. "To us," she said, knowing with all her heart that she had never meant anything more in her whole life.
"To us," he echoed. They drank slowly, their eyes roaming with growing lust over each other's healthy young bodies, as the warm liqueur ran down their throats, warming them, making them mellow. Finally, as if on cue, they put their drinks down and moved towards each other, breathing more and more rapidly with steadily rising passion. Then they instinctively reached out their hands and drew into an eager embrace, their naked bodies pressed together tightly, throbbing steadily with excitement. They began to kiss hungrily, showering each other with hot, urgent kisses, and Tom slid his hands adventurously down to the softly curving roundness of Debbie's milk-white hips, then upwards over the trembling plane of her stomach until they came to rest on the softly resilient mounds of her breasts. For the first time in their marriage he was permitted to freely massage them, and he savored their silky smooth texture, scarcely believing that she no longer drew away from him with icy resistance, but was obviously eager and happy for him to do it, for her eyes were closed in ecstasy, and she began to moan little animal sounds as he squeezed the rubbery buds of her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers until they stood out proudly erect.
Soon Debbie's hands flew excitedly down to grasp the hard rigid girth of her young husband's thickly erect cock, and deftly she pulled back the soft covering of velvety foreskin, exposing the purplish, blood-filled head that pulsed lewdly in eager anticipation. Then, suddenly, she dropped to her knees before him and took the head of his warmly pulsating penis into her mouth, closing her softly ovaled lips around it lovingly.
"Oooooooh, honey!" Tom moaned with astonished pleasure as she took his rigid shaft all the way into the wetly heated interior of her mouth. Gently, tantalizingly, she moved her head up and down, swirling her tongue eagerly in little circles around his massive thickness, while her eager fingers found his huge sensitive balls swaying beneath and kneaded them softly. She closed her eyes, savoring the delicious sensation of having his hotly throbbing cock in her mouth as it slid downward into the soft arch of her throat. Her excitement extended throughout her ripe young body, for her cuntal walls were already growing heatedly moist with passion, and her skin tingled with a delightful warmth of arousal.
Tom gripped the softly curling tresses of her hair in mounting lust, scarcely believing that his young wife was sucking on his thickened penis so expertly, so deftly, that she surpassed anything he had ever experienced before with a woman. It was as if all his dreams had come true, all the possibilities of his marriage had suddenly become real! Debbie had changed, changed into a full, passionate woman, ready and happy to give her husband the ultimate in pleasure. His mind became rapidly filled with wonderfully erotic thoughts, endless possibilities of the joys they could experience together in the future, as Debbie began to increase the tempo of her hungry sucking, fondling his excitedly jerking shaft and bringing her delighted husband rapidly to the point of seething sensuality. He began to fuck his lust-stiffened penis in and out of her softly yielding mouth, while she gripped the flesh of his rock-hard buttocks tightly with her hands, kneading them as he thrust his pelvis back and forth in rapidly growing frenzy.
"NNNNNMMMMGGGGGG!" the greedily-sucking young wife moaned as her tightly ovaled lips pursed eagerly around her husband's rapidly expanding hardness. She sucked inwardly with her breath, drawing the hot hardness of his penis in as deeply as possible, and sending aching shivers of pleasure through Tom's desire-churning loins. Her mind rapidly spun through a series of pornographic images from her recent encounter with the Rancho Reno. In a rapid succession she saw young Sandy licking frenziedly at her wetly dilated vaginal lips ... saw Roy burying his heavily bloated penis upwards into her painfully stretched rectum with unrelieved cruelty ... saw Delores, the pretty, dark-eyed creature from Mexico with whom she had learned the pleasures of female sensuality. She knew in her heart that each of them, perhaps unwittingly, had taught her wonderful lessons in the arts of love, had opened her up to a myriad of new, thrilling worlds, and her mind spun deliriously with the other possibilities that life had in store for her with Tom ... her wonderful Tom! Her husband!
Then, suddenly an old and hated phrase echoed in her brain...."My little angel ... my little one," and she could clearly see, in her mind's eye, the obscene vision of Uncle Andy, ejaculating maniacially all over her little doll. Yet she no longer was frightened by the image. Instead she felt a great outpouring of love and sympathy for him.
Poor old Uncle Andy, she mused as she closed her mouth tightly around the rapidly thrusting pole of flesh and tightened her sensuous grip on Tom's muscularly flexing buttocks, how sad that that's all he ever had ... I should have realized before what a pathetic lonely little man he was.
But her reverie was interrupted when her heatedly bucking young husband began to groan from deep in his throat, like a barbaric primitive chieftain, crying out in savage sexual abandon. It thrilled her to the depths of her being to hear him cry out like that, with a deep male animal growl of pure sensual pleasure. He was going to cum soon, she knew, cum like a warmly spurting fountain in her mouth, and this thought made her own nakedly kneeling body vibrate with a sweet aching delight, as her hotly flaring vaginal flesh began to secrete glistening female fluid in an excited sympathetic response to Tom's approaching climax. Then, miraculously, without having even touched herself down there, she was orgasming.
Oooooooooohhhh, she sighed inwardly, oh I'm dimming ... cumming so good ... sooooo gooooodddd!!!
"OH CHRIST!" Tom screamed as his sperm-laden testicles tightened in mounting excitement beneath his thick, madly thrusting penis. He gripped his kneeling young wife's thick blonde hair tightly between his fingers, steeling himself for the final burning eruption of sperm. His mind burst with pleasure, as he realized that his beautiful Debbie was eagerly and willingly sucking his cock, actually wanting him to cum in the warm wetness of her mouth as she knelt before him, a willing and happy slave to his desires. Hell, it was incredible, and he thought he must be the luckiest man in the world.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGGGGNNNNNN!" he cried out, arching his body suddenly as if it were charged with a thousand volts of electricity. He was cumming! Thick streams of white cum burst out of the madly jerking tip of his suddenly exploding cock and spewed into the kneeling young woman's gulping throat. "AAAARRRRRRNNNNNNGGGGGG!"
The hungrily sucking young wife eagerly swallowed the hotly ejaculating semen, her cheeks hollowing and filling as she took all he had and used her hand to milk his thickly jerking shaft for more and more!
Oh God, he feels like he's going to cum down my throat forever, she thought in delicious wickedness, and I hope he does. How good it feels to have his wonderfully squirting cock in my mouth. Oh why was I ever afraid of him ... he can only bring me pleasure. Unaccountably, her eyes were flooded with tears as she thought of all the days and all the nights-especially the nights!-they had to look forward to. So much joy-so much happiness all theirs!
