The Unwilling Divorcee
by Faye Jackson
(BSS-652T)


FOREWORD 

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. 

"Oh Tom," Debbie mewled piteously, "please don't do this! PLEASE DARLING!!!" 

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! 

"I'm cumming," she cried out, "OH FUUUUCCCCKKKK MEEEE GOOOOOOD!!! I'M 
CUUUMMMIIINNNGGGGGG!!!" 

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! 


THE END
