FR-228  Cross-Country Swappers
[aka 'Coast To Coast Swappers']
(Harry Best)


CHAPTER ONE 

The 1971 Chevrolet station-wagon was loaded down like a gypsy caravan. The 
back-end was stacked from bed to roof with luggage. More luggage, covered by 
a tattered tarpaulin, was piled onto the rack on top of the groaning 
vehicle. The rear door bowed out from the heavy load that pushed against it. 
And the sum total represented all the material goods that had been 
accumulated and deemed unabandonable in the lives of two married couples. 

The driver was middle-aged and balding, his flower print Hawaiian shirt open 
at the front to reveal an abundant growth of wiry black hair at the neck and 
across the breadth of his broad chest. The man sitting beside him was 
younger and cleaner-shaven; in comparison, he looked almost like a boy. 

The physical contrast between the two women in back was equally pronounced. 
The more mature-looking of the pair was a brunette in her thirties clad in a 
skimpy halter that emphasized her voluptuously rounded breasts and a pair of 
tight hot pants that were molded over the firmness of her flaring buttocks 
and clearly outlined the sensuous vee of her genitals nestled between her 
thighs. She had a lascivious glint in her dark eyes which gave the 
impression that she was ready to know adventure, ready to please or be 
pleased and that she would be almost professionally capable in both 
departments. The younger, virginal-looking blonde beside her was dressed 
more modestly in a loose cotton dress, and she radiated a sexuality of a 
different sort. The dress fell subtly over the soft curves of her thighs and 
hips, gently defining the tightly rounded swells of her breasts. The 
clinging garment left just enough to the imagination that it seemed almost 
asking to be ripped off, revealing the lushly sensuous body beneath it, just 
as the expression of innocence in her blue eyes seemed to be begging to be 
stripped away to unleash the fiery spirit that hovered dimly behind them. 

Hank Dade drove the station-wagon well over the limit, weaving skillfully 
and aggressively in and out of the lanes of the Pennsylvania Turnpike as he 
overtook and passed the slower automobiles. Though his rear-view mirror was 
made completely useless as a safety measure by the luggage that blocked off 
the back window of the vehicle, he employed it quite frequently to look at 
the bashful and obviously uncomfortable young blonde who sat behind him and 
to his right. Occasionally their eyes would meet in the glass, and 
invariably she would blush and look away. 

Joe McClaine admired the older man's driving. He drove like he owned the 
road, drove with the intensity and concentration of a flier piloting a 
plane. Joe also admired Hank's wife, and though he sensed his own wife 
Lucy's angry disapproval, he found it almost impossible to keep his eyes off 
the inviting and almost unencumbered mounds of the older woman's breasts. In 
spite of their size, Sylvia Dade's breasts sagged but the slightest bit. It 
looked as if any minute her thin halter straps might give way, letting her 
voluptuous breasts burst completely into freedom, and the material of the 
brief garment was so flimsy he could make out the mouth-watering outline of 
her pink, wide-coronaed nipples. 

"Anybody for lunch?" Hank Dade asked, nodding at the large green sign that 
indicated they would reach a gas station, hotel-restaurant ten miles up the 
road. 

"I'm just starved," his wife Sylvia replied, her slightly hoarse and lusty 
voice the perfect vocal complement to her physical sexuality. 

"I could go for a sandwich," said Joe, conscious of the fact that he and 
Lucy were going to have to watch carefully every cent of their dwindling 
supply of cash if they expected to reach California with a few dollars with 
which to begin their new life in the promised land of the West. 

Only Lucy refrained from voicing her opinion. Acutely aware of Hank Dade's 
eyes on her in the rear-view mirror, she crossed one of her slender bare 
forearms across the tightly brassiere-clad swells of her high firm breasts. 
But even though she avoided the older man's gaze, she could sense his eyes 
on her. He was looking at her as if she were a piece of meat on display, had 
been looking at her that way ever since the early morning when the four of 
them had embarked, and it irritated her to think that her husband wasn't 
sensitive enough to realize what his so called "friend" had on his mind. 

"What about you, kid?" Hank said to the perturbed young blonde. "Feel like 
some grub?" 

Lucy met the older man's gaze briefly in the mirror and found herself 
wondering when she'd ever met anyone so capable, with just the most casual 
look, of giving her the creeps. Then she turned her eyes away from the 
mirror and shrugged. "I don't care." 

"Tired honey?" Joe asked, looking back over the seat at her. 

Lucy muttered a soft "no" and stared out the side window at the green 
pastureland flashing by, marred by the advertising billboards that lined the 
highway. 

"I think Lucy's sorry to be leaving home," said Sylvia condescendingly. 

"Oh no," Joe put in quickly. "We're not sorry to go. Are we babe?" 

Joe took Lucy's hand, clinging to it when she started to pull it away. But 
as she glanced briefly back at him she sensed his eager awareness of the 
teasingly exposed voluptuous body of the dark-haired woman sitting beside 
her. 

I'm ready to leave," Lucy said dutifully, staring back out the window. 

"The East Coast is finished for me," Hank said. "My brother is cleaning up 
out West. And I'll guarantee you, anywhere he can make a buck his brother 
Hank can make ten." 

"I'll just be happy to get a job," said Joe. "Anything for a start." 

"You'll do all right." That was Sylvia again. "A good looking young man like 
yourself...." 

The words pierced Lucy's consciousness like small darts pricking her skin. 
Then she tuned the conversation out of her mind. She'd heard it all before 
in one form or another, many times during the two weeks that had elapsed 
since the two families had decided to pull up roots and go in search of a 
place where it was not so hard to earn a living. 

And of course Lucy knew that she and Joe did have to go. That was not what 
bothered her about this trip. Since the economy had started its present 
general decline, her husband had been laid off from one job after another, 
each increasingly menial and poorly paid. A week ago his unemployment 
benefits had expired. So they had to go, there was no question about that. 
It was traveling with Hank and Sylvia Dade that Lucy didn't like. 

Hank Dade was a salesman. When he worked, he worked door to door. He was 
also, Lucy was sure, a con-artist. Her husband had met him several weeks ago 
in a bar. Later they'd apparently been joined by Hank's wife Sylvia. And 
from the first words she'd heard about them, Lucy had been intuitively 
suspicious. When Joe had insisted the four of them get together for dinner 
and she had finally met his new friends, Lucy was certain her suspicions had 
not been unfounded. She'd always had trouble with lecherous older men and 
she could tell easily enough when one of them was interested in her body. 
And Hank Dade was interested, just as Sylvia Dade was obviously interested 
in Joe Bob. But what disturbed her even more was Joe's lack of sensitivity 
to the inherent danger in their relationship with the other couple. He 
idolized and envied Hank, even seemed to try to mimic him. He scoffed at 
Lucy's reservations, and he took no time to consider her opinions on the 
matter. 

Lucy let her thoughts drift, reflecting that the real heart of the problem 
was not the Dade's at all, but her deteriorating sexual relationship with 
her own husband, when Hank Dade swerved the station-wagon off the turnpike 
to the exit that let them to the sprawling Howard Johnson's motor hotel and 
she was snapped abruptly back from her reverie. Hank dropped the three of 
them off at the restaurant entrance, then went on to the gas pumps to fill 
it up. 

The three of them took a big corner booth and he joined them shortly 
afterward. The waitress took their orders and brought their food, a 
chicken-salad sandwich for Lucy, hamburgers for Sylvia and Joe and a big 
plate of spaghetti for Hank, washed down by a foamy mug of beer. As Hank 
described the Mexican border town across from El Paso, Texas, which he was 
determined to visit, Lucy picked disinterestedly at her food. Then she gave 
up entirely, left half the sandwich unfinished, and excused herself to go to 
the restroom. 

The blonde-haired young wife paused in the anteroom, studying her reflection 
in the three-quarter length mirror on the wall. Her clinging cotton dress 
teasingly revealed the lushly sensuous curves of her slender body, and her 
awareness of her sexual attractiveness only served to bring into even 
clearer focus the problem that had occupied her mind while in the car. 

Lucy had never had an orgasm. During the recent tense months her 
relationship with Joe Bob had been naturally strained, and the sexual 
problems had been accentuated. Vaguely, she sensed that Hank and Sylvia Dade 
recognized that she and Joe Bob were having problems, and worse, she sensed 
that they intended to exploit it somehow. 

The preoccupied young blonde turned suddenly away from the mirror and 
entered the door marked ladies. Emerging a few moments later, she was 
momentarily startled to see the door to the men's room opening and Hank Dade 
stepped out. He seemed not to even notice her, his mind concentrating on 
what he was doing, and when Lucy's eyes unwillingly followed his gaze, she 
gasped at the shocking sight that greeted her. 

Hank's trousers were still unzipped. He hadn't bothered to replace his penis 
back in his pants before coming out, and was just now doing so. Lucy's 
shocked eyes briefly glimpsed limber and limp in his hand, his long 
threatening uncircumcised snake-like instrument, as he unconcernedly pushed 
it back through the opening of his trousers. 

The whole thing happened in a split second, but she had seen it, seen it 
clearly in all its astonishing and frightening length, and the unexpected 
glimpse of it burned into her mind even after he had finished zipping up his 
pants. His penis appeared to be so huge she could hardly believe it was 
real. Soft as it was, it seemed to be almost twice as long as Joe's penis 
was when it was erect, and each time her husband made love to her, his hard 
penis was almost more than the fragile blonde could comfortable accommodate 
in her own tender little vaginal tightness. 

Lucy didn't know how long she stood there, spellbound, gawking straight at 
the crotch of Hank Dade's trousers. Only gradually did she realize that he 
had also stopped and was standing still before her. She felt the flush creep 
over her face as she slowly raised her eyes to see him staring back at her. 

"Didn't expect to see you, kid," Dade said casually as if nothing at all had 
happened. Casually as if he hadn't just intentionally exposed himself to 
her. "Let's get back on the road," he continued. "Want to at least make 
Louisville by dark." 

Lucy turned abruptly away and went out of the ante-room. Still stunned by 
the shocking thing she'd just seen, she walked briskly back through the 
restaurant and out the exit onto the sunny mall. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The walls of their room in the sleazy motel on the outskirts of Louisville 
were the kind of pale green one associates with prisons or mental 
institutions. The lighting was harsh accentuating the cracks in the flaking 
green paint. The faded flower-print bedspread reminded Lucy of Hank Dade's 
Hawaiian shirt. 

The sensuous young blonde closed the door, staring forlornly over the gloomy 
interior. She couldn't remember when she'd felt so on edge, so incapable of 
dealing with a situation. If what had happened today outside in the 
restrooms of the Howard Johnson's was an example of Hank Dade's idea of a 
joke, then he was even more warped than she'd originally suspected. She 
shuddered just to think of it, and she still couldn't rid her mind of the 
memory of his outrageously exposed cock. My God, it was so big! It was so 
threatening, so nakedly obscene! She could hardly believe a man could have a 
penis like that! 

Turning to face herself in the dresser mirror, Lucy began slowly to undo the 
buttons down the front of her dress. She desperately hoped Joe would join 
her soon. She'd left him drinking with the Dades in the bar across the 
street, but now she felt so terribly lonely and ill at ease. She needed his 
companionship and ... she needed to make love to him, to somehow reassure 
herself and reaffirm her bondage to him by giving him her sensuous and 
slender young body. It was a need Lucy hardly even comprehended herself, 
because lately she'd shown very little interest in sex. But suddenly she 
felt almost as passionate as she had during the early months of their 
marriage. Through the day she'd been plagued by a gnawing need she tried to 
repress, feeling that it was almost depraved in its obsession of her mind 
and being. 

Parting the material of her dress slowly away from the proud high-standing 
swells of her breasts, Lucy wiggled her hips slightly to shed the garment 
off her narrow waist and the flare of her tightly molded buttocks. The dress 
dropped down the length of her slender thighs to fall in a heap on the 
floor, and she quickly reached up behind her back and undid the snap of her 
brassiere, shrugging her shoulders slightly and working the straps down off 
her arms. The brassiere fluttered free and her rose-tipped nipples jutted to 
rigidity from their sudden contact with the cooler air. She observed the 
proud high firmness of her rounded breasts with a twinge of secret inner 
pride, then walked to the bed and pulled the top sheet back and slipped 
beneath it. 

Only moments later Lucy heard a crunching of footsteps in the gravel 
outside, then the door opened and Joe stepped through. He paused just 
inside, looking down at her with eyes that were slightly glazed from the 
alcohol he'd drunk, his gaze running slowly over her body outlined by the 
sheet falling lightly over the supple curves of her flesh. Then he looked 
back at her face, feeling the first excited stirrings of his cock in his 
trousers as he recognized in her soft blue eyes a look of willingness and 
passion he hadn't observed since the first few hopeful weeks after they were 
married. This afternoon she'd been angry at him for the attention he'd paid 
Sylvia Dade. Perhaps now that anger had turned to passion. 

"Are you coming to bed?" Lucy asked, her seductive mood manifesting itself 
in her tone of voice. 

"Yeah, right away." Joe hesitated thoughtfully. "Did you mean what I thought 
you meant a little while ago?" 

"When?" 

"When you said you wanted to go to bed. You didn't mean you wanted to go to 
sleep?" Lucy almost managed to say it, but a remnant of her puritanical 
upbringing stopped her at the last minute. "I'm not ... asleep am I?" she 
asked finally, managing a self-conscious smile. 

Joe grinned with understanding. Then without further hesitation he walked 
over and sat down beside his wife on the edge of the bed, leaning over 
toward her and sliding his strong arms beneath the sheet and under her back 
as he kissed her on the lips. 

But in spite of all the hints she'd given him, he still wasn't prepared for 
her lusty response. Instead of resisting as he pushed his tongue between her 
lips and teeth, she opened her mouth wide in lewd invitation, sucking on it 
hungrily as she squirmed her naked body eagerly up against him. He held her 
tightly to him, almost bruising her lips with the urgent pressure of his 
mouth as he immediately felt his cock begin to elongate toward erection 
inside his confining shorts. 

He could feel the trembling of her body and hear the strained hoarseness of 
her breathing. She wanted it tonight. She wanted to give herself to him and 
he couldn't help hoping that the change in her attitude would somehow effect 
a physical change as well. He couldn't help hoping that tonight she wouldn't 
tense up and go frigid just at the point when she should be getting her 
climax. 

Joe broke away from their extended kiss, panting to catch his own breath as 
he stared hungrily down at Lucy. Again his eyes traced the outline of her 
voluptuous body beneath the sheet. Then he seized the thin cotton sheet and 
drew it slowly down off her shoulders, over the full round swells of her 
nakedly swollen breasts, down to reveal her thinly clinging little panties 
which in their near transparency barely covered the inviting blonde triangle 
of soft cunt-hair nestled between her thighs. 

Feeling his cock surge to greater hardness inside his trousers, the excited 
young husband returned his gaze to his aroused wife's nakedly exposed 
breasts. He licked his lips in anticipation at the slight trembling of her 
body as she waited prone before him. Then he quickly leaned lower, hearing 
the low gasp that welled in her throat as he took one of the already rigid 
nipples between his lips. 

"Oooooooh," Lucy purred. She'd been in a tense and vulnerable state all day, 
but now she felt more aware of her body, of her own still untapped 
womanhood, than she had in ages. Her whole body was tingling electrically 
from the contact of Joe Bob's lips on her hard little nipple, and his lips 
pulled and sucked it to an even more rigidly tingling erection, his hand 
massaging and caressing softly over her other fully rounded breast. 

Joe listened to Lucy's servile moans of surrender as they grew more 
pronounced with every move he made, and he ran his hand down from her 
breasts and over the smooth plane of her softly rounded belly, his fingers 
probing cautiously down beneath the tight elastic waistband of her sheer 
panties and into the soft silken tangle of cunt-hair between her thighs. He 
felt her tense slightly as he extended his middle finger, brushing it 
lightly over the sensitive bud of her clitoris. And then she squirmed her 
naked breast even more eagerly against his face as he stroked down the 
entire length of the already moistened slit of her cunt. 

"Ooooouuuuuuuu!" Lucy whimpered from the heated sensation that surged 
suddenly through her belly. She let her long gold-tanned legs splay out wide 
apart on the bed to give him even greater access to her welcoming cunt, and 
she put all other problems from her mind and concentrated on the lewd 
pleasure she derived from the contact of his hand on her clitoris and the 
slit of her pussy as she felt the first drops of moisture ooze sensuously 
out into the golden strands of hair that lined the lips of her forbidden 
little vaginal orifice. 

Joe continued the teasing movements of his extended middle finger up and 
down Lucy's lust-tingling cunt-lips, his thumb tweaking with maddening 
effect over the pulsing bud of her clitoris. Then, suddenly determined to 
have his wife completely naked before he continued his assault, he drew his 
hand out from between her thighs and urgently began to tug her panties 
downward off the ripely-clenching flare of her buttocks. 

Lucy obediently arched her hips up off the softness of the bed, kicking her 
panties off her ankles as Joe Bob's hand returned to her lust-burning loins. 
She gasped at the renewed contact of his finger on her little clitoral bud, 
shivering in eager anticipation as he hesitated momentarily before thrusting 
his outstretched middle finger straight up into the elastic opening of her 
moistly heated cunt, working the probing finger gradually deeper and deeper 
up into the clasping inner folds of her flesh until it was buried to the 
knuckle and his palm pressed flat against the searing plane of her nakedly 
exposed cunt. 

Joe gazed hungrily down at his wife's pronely surrendered young body. His 
burgeoning cock felt like it was about to rip open the fly of his trousers 
and he could see that she was almost as excited as he was. This was a mood 
he hadn't encountered in Lucy for a long time and he was determined to 
exploit it to the fullest. He wanted to make it better for her tonight than 
it had ever been before. He wanted to make her cum. And he was willing to do 
whatever he could to accomplish his goal. 

Lucy moaned distantly, her naked body trembling as her husband suddenly slid 
down lower beside her on the bed. Then her eyes opened wide with surprise as 
Joe suddenly leaned over her and lowered his face down toward her 
wide-spread thighs. For a moment she didn't realize what he was doing. Then 
he dropped his head lower, and his tongue suddenly flicked from his mouth to 
come into lewdly chilling contact with the sensitive flesh between her navel 
and the first silken blonde curls of the hair of her cunt. She snapped out 
of her state of delirium. 

"No!" she protested, raising her head to stare in shock down between her 
naked breasts at the sight of Joe's face hovering over her defenseless 
loins. "No, don't do that," she pleaded as he gazed lustfully back at her. 

Abruptly, she jerked as she heard the door to the next room open and two 
sets of footsteps walking into the room. My God, she thought, the walls were 
paper thin and for a minute she feared Hank Dade and Sylvia might be able to 
hear her loud breathing or even the frantic beating of her heart. 

Lucy stared back down over the naked softness of her lustfully writhing body 
as Joe's darting tongue trailed down on her legs to tickle the soft inner 
flesh of her thigh. Then, hardly able to bear the maddening sensation 
building unwanted through her loins as a result of the illicit oral contact, 
she reached down into his hair and jerked his face forcibly away. 

The mortified young housewife could hardly believe the look of cold animal 
hunger and rage with which her husband stared back at her. And her own mind 
was a confused jumble, making it impossible for her to think clearly. The 
forbidden wisps of delight that had shot out like an electric current 
through her loins left her trembling with desire even as her mind rebelled 
against the obscene implications of the act. She didn't know when she'd been 
so perversely excited in her life, and she was aware of what her husband had 
wanted to do to her. He'd wanted to perform cunnilingus, to eat her pussy, 
and the mere thought caused Lucy to recoil with shame and disgust. 

But it had felt good. His hot breath, blowing over the tenderly erected 
little bud of her clitoris and the lust-moistened lips of her hair-lined 
cunt, was like a wind of promise on her tortured loins and her intense 
physical need was almost enough to make her forego all moral considerations. 
Then she heard a squeaking of bedsprings through the wall as someone sat 
down on the bed in the next room, and she was again reminded that the Dades 
must be able to hear everything they were doing here. 

"Loosen up!" Joe snapped, still staring at her angrily. 

"Please," Lucy moaned helplessly as his hand dropped back between her inner 
thighs, his extended middle finger burrowing almost ruthlessly up into the 
flowering passage of her cunt. 'They can hear us," she whispered. 

Her lustfully aroused young husband stared at her in silent rage, his middle 
finger working and stretching her clasping vaginal sheath with a vengeance 
that made Lucy almost cry out from the raw sensation. Then he glanced 
briefly at the green, flaking wall and looked back at her. "I don't give a 
damn if they can," he said aloud. 

As Lucy quivered in shame and frustration, he yanked his hand violently from 
between her legs. She stared with lust-glazed, half-frightened eyes as he 
stood up and hurriedly started to pull off his clothes. From the other room 
she could still hear ill-defined rustlings of human movement, and her 
awareness that the Dades must clearly have heard her husband's last angry 
remark only added to her apprehension as he pulled his shirt quickly off his 
shoulders and tossed it over the back of the tattered easy chair. 

Joe glared wrathfully down at his wife's nakedly waiting body. He could see 
she was a little bit afraid of him now and the knowledge of that only 
increased his sense of power and his determination to finally force her to 
shed the inhibitions which had always held her back. Tonight he'd almost 
succeeded in eating her. There'd been a long exquisite moment of hesitation 
before she'd moved to stop him. And before he got through fucking her she 
was going to wish she'd let him go ahead and warm her up with his tongue. 

In a single quick motion the aroused young husband yanked down both his 
trousers and jockey shorts, and Lucy couldn't contain the audible gasps that 
rose in her throat as the hardness of his cock sprang suddenly to naked 
freedom. It looked bigger tonight even than it had when he'd deflowered her, 
and he seemed to be driven by a terrible demon of lust that made him seem 
hardly himself. Perhaps his knowledge that the older man he so idolized had 
heard her protest had embarrassed and hurt him. And now he was going to take 
the hurt out on her. 

"Fucking tonight was your idea, baby," Joe growled as he kicked his trousers 
and jockey shorts off his ankles and stood completely naked before her. "So 
don't start getting squeamish because I can't afford the Hotel Ritz or the 
Hilton." 

My God, Lucy thought. She couldn't understand what had come over her 
husband. He was really treating her with contempt right in hearing distance 
of the other couple in the next room. And yet his unkind treatment seemed to 
do nothing to detract from her physical response. His attempt to perform the 
obscene act of cunnilingus had secretly excited her; that excitement was 
still raging out of control through her naked loins in spite of all the 
confusion reigning in her mind. 

The blonde-haired young wife waited motionless on the bed as Joe dropped 
down beside her. A little shiver coursed over her flesh as his hands moved 
eagerly to her nakedly lust-swollen breasts. He mauled her sensitive little 
nipples, his lips again meeting hers as he dropped his knees between her 
still slightly parted legs and lowered his body heavily between her thighs. 
Then before she had time to resist he lunged forward and she felt the 
burning hardness of his throbbing cock ramming against the softly-haired 
plane of her desire moistened loins. 

"Oooohhhhh!" Lucy moaned spontaneously from the titillating pressure. In 
spite of her mistreatment at the hands of her angry young husband, she was 
still aroused much more than was usual for her. She felt completely 
vulnerable and dependent on him, almost alone in the world, and she knew 
further resistance on her part would only increase his anger and widen the 
distance that had grown up between them. Perhaps, she realized vaguely, this 
was a test of the remaining strength of their love for each other. And it 
was a test she didn't want to fail. 

"Put it in!" 

Lucy's eyes had closed and now suddenly they again opened wide at her 
husband's forcible command. Pleadingly she stared up at him, but in his face 
there was not the slightest sign of tenderness or pity. 

"Put it in," Joe said again. "Put my cock in your cunt." 

Lucy could have screamed for shame at the thought that the couple in the 
next room have heard even that. She wanted to beg her husband to quit 
treating her the way he was, and yet the vulgar words and the knowledge that 
she was not the only person who had heard them only seemed to add to the 
inexplicable sensations brewing in her licentiously aroused flesh. The 
mixture of passion, fear and indignation that consumed her made her react 
immediately to avoid another verbal outburst on his part, and she reached 
quickly down between their bodies to seize the pulsing shaft of Joe's fully 
erected cock. 

A little whimper of submission poured from Lucy's lips, and she took a deep 
breath as she bent the straining masculine member downward toward the 
hair-lined slit of her open-splayed cunt. It seemed so massive and hard, and 
she drew her breath in hoarsely as she worked his bulging swollen cockhead 
up and down along her lust-moistened vaginal lips, wriggling her buttocks 
involuntarily and working her husband's phallus like a lever to part the 
hotly aroused lips of her moist secret flesh. Then, as his cringing wife 
still clung to his battering hardness in futile self-defense, Joe grunted 
and lunged violently forward. 

"Ooooooooooooh!" Lucy screamed without regard for the thinness of the walls 
as his blood-filled cock-head ravaged up into her cunt like a severing blade 
of steel. She still gripped his throbbing cock-shaft firmly in her hand, 
hoping to restrain her husband until she could adjust to the obscene 
presence embedded up inside the entrance of her loins. But the tightening of 
her soft vaginal muscles only increased the glove-like sensation on the tip 
of Joe's hungrily pulsing cock, and after but a second's hesitation he 
lunged again even harder. 

"Uuuuuggggh! Ooooooooh God," Lucy gasped out in fearful abandon as his 
searing cock-head plowed deeper up into her liquidly resisting cunt, his 
thick rubbery cock-head spreading her velvety inner vaginal walls aside with 
relentless force as it drove ruthlessly deeper up into her tormented cuntal 
tightness. 

The pressure of building cum in Joe's aching balls was excruciating. He had 
to have his cock all the way inside Lucy now and he half-feared he would 
shoot off just from the exciting pressure of her hand around the base of his 
cock-shaft. Then with a gasp she released her hand, and a third forward 
lunge sent his plundering cock-head all the way up into her belly until his 
pubic mound pressed hard against hers and his lust-hardened cock was 
embedded up inside her to the very hilt. 

Lucy groaned from the raw sensation of the obscene invasion. She felt Joe 
sag down heavily on her for a moment. Then suddenly he flexed deep up inside 
her loins, and his lewdly impaling cock-shaft seemed to grow even larger 
inside the clinging glove-like tightness of her cunt. 

The bushy curls of his pubic hair tickled her sensitive inner thighs and his 
sperm-bloated balls hung down in the slightly parted crack of her buttocks 
to lay teasingly against the little nether membrane that separated her pussy 
from the forbidden hole of her anus. She was stretched beyond belief and she 
couldn't remember when he'd had such an enormous erection. The defenseless 
wife was terrified to even more, skewered to the hilt, impaled as never 
before. 

Joe stared salaciously down at his wife's lust-contorted face. She was" 
almost holding her breath to keep from crying out, and he knew he had her 
completely in his power. He didn't have the slightest doubt that Hank and 
Sylvia Dade were listening to them from the other room, and he was 
determined tonight to make a good impression. Hank Dade wasn't any prize as 
far as his looks went, but from the way he talked he got more than his share 
of stray women. Joe looked up to the older man like a father or a brother, 
and he sure didn't want Hank to get the idea he couldn't satisfy his own 
wife. And then there was Sylvia. She really seemed like she'd been coming on 
to him tonight in the bar and though because of his respect for Hank he'd 
never consider actually trying anything with her, masculine pride compelled 
him to prove to her he could handle himself in the sack. 

Joe lay motionless for a moment longer. Then, his face twisted by an angry 
grin, he began to fuck in long extended strokes in and out of Lucy's ravaged 
loins. His driving surges pounded deep up into her womb, racking her body, 
pummeling the sensitive nub of her cervix as he increased his rhythm and 
force. She mewled in helpless submission beneath him. her face drawn tight, 
her eyes closed, her lips bared over gritted teeth. It was everything she 
could do to endure the force and fury of his relentless assault, but in 
spite of the pain she derived from his initial ruthless entry, she couldn't 
deny the little wisps of pleasure tingling out over her naked skin from the 
wanton and raw titillation. 

The slightly inebriated young husband fucked his engorged cock with a 
vengeance in and out of his wife's openly throbbing pussy. His long-building 
lust had completely taken over his reason and he wasn't going to settle for 
anything less than complete surrender tonight. He knew he had Lucy where he 
wanted her, and he clutched with animal hunger at the quivering mounds of 
her nipple-peaked breasts as he pistoned his hard thick cock in and out of 
her deeply accepting cunt, levering himself even further up over her 
helpless and spread-eagled body to increase the pressure on her already 
lewdly-hardened clitoris. 

The hair-lined lips of Lucy's obscenely stretched pussy were elastic-tight 
around Joe's pulsing cock-shaft, rolling inward each time he shoved forward, 
clinging reluctantly on the back-stroke as though to prevent him from 
drawing out. In spite of the pain the excited blonde had began to respond, 
writhing her naked body beneath him and squirming her hard firm breasts 
eagerly up against his chest, driving her tight-clenched ass-cheeks in eager 
little contortions against the racking force of his jackhammering lunges in 
and out between her wide-spread thighs. 

"Oh yes," Lucy moaned, forgetting her resolution to remain quiet as she was 
caught up in the frenzy of Joe's assault. His huge lust-bloated penis felt 
as if it were going to rip right up through the linings of her belly, but 
she couldn't ignore the wildly erotic sensations his ravaging cock 
stimulated in her naked loins. Her swollen breasts were crushed beneath his 
perspiring chest, her nipples peaked to tingling rigidity from the gentle 
friction of his skin against hers. The palpitating bud of her clitoris sent 
electric currents shooting out through the nerve-endings of her loins. She 
was getting excited, excited in a way she hadn't known in a long time, and 
the vague realization in the back of her mind that someone besides her 
husband heard her every whimper and cry was doing nothing to quell her 
uncharacteristically lusty response. 

The aroused young blonde arched her buttocks, opening her eyes to stare down 
between her own quivering breasts to observe the ravishment of her tender 
young cunt. Joe's penis withdrew until nothing but the full purplish tip 
remained embedded between the clasping lips of her cunt. Then, as she 
quivered in eager anticipation beneath him, he drove back with relentlessly 
increasing fury, pumelling up into her until his massive cock-shaft filled 
and stretched her like never before. Even now his prodigious cock still hurt 
her slightly, but the discomfort was little compared to the lewd joy she 
derived and the hope of the obscene promise of release building so 
compellingly in the depths of her ravished loins. 

Joe could sense that Lucy's body was really coming to life, and he did 
everything he could to maintain his own control. His own brutal build up to 
the act of sex had gotten him extremely excited and he could have easily cum 
almost the moment he'd completed penetration. But Lucy had never responded 
like this before, and he was determined to exploit her mood to its full 
advantage. Her body was writhing and bucking in a wild frenzy beneath him, 
her thighs scissoring open and closed on his flanks, her hands clawing 
almost painfully at his own laboring back. A stream of moans and whimpers 
issued from her parted lips and she seemed to have forgotten completely the 
couple in the other room. She was really letting herself go, begging for 
more and more. 

Spurred on by his own angry lust, Joe slid one of his hands beneath Lucy's 
squirming body, dragging it down the smooth line of her spine across the 
small of her back to her wantonly wriggling buttocks. Still racking her with 
his violent surges deep up into the warmth and softness of her loins, he 
slid his other downward, clasping one hand tightly over each of her tightly 
clenched ass-cheeks to guide her undulating motions beneath him. Then, 
possessed by an even crazier idea, he pulled the tightly molded orbs of her 
rounded buttocks wide apart. 

Lucy blinked as she felt the cool rush of air caress the opened little hole 
of her anus, then whimpered softly as the extended middle finger of Joe's 
right hand crept down into the forbidden crack to press right against her 
tiny puckered ass-hole. 

Joe strained to maintain control on his building cum as he felt the 
delicious contact. This was a liberty he'd never dared take with Lucy in the 
past, but once he'd gotten the idea in his head he knew he had to try it. 
And as he felt her shudder with fear, he quickly spread a few oozing 
droplets of the moisture of Lucy's cunt down over her cringing orifice. Then 
without further hesitation he shoved his outstretched finger into the 
opening. 

"Oooooohhhh!" Lucy gasped in shock, feeling the resistance of the muscles of 
her back passage give way in spite of all her efforts to clench them tightly 
as Joe's probing finger popped past the yielding little ring and wormed 
slowly up into the tight elastic sheath of her forbidden flesh. 

The aroused young wife was thrown completely off her guard by this strange 
new sensation. She didn't even know if it hurt or felt good but in 
spontaneous physical response she screwed her buttocks up and down even more 
frenziedly, flexing and clenching far up inside her rectum around his lewdly 
invading finger as she was, overcome by a wave of even more obscene and 
salacious delight. 

Being finger-fucked from behind was really more than Lucy had been ready for 
tonight. It was a wicked shock that had the effect of elevating her 
consciousness to a new and heightened level, and she realized with eerie 
fascination that she was on the verge of experiencing something absolutely 
new. It was as though she'd been driven to the brink of a state of mind 
she'd never known to exist, and yet already she could taste the exquisite 
pleasure that lay in store for her if she could go just a little bit 
further. It was the great unknown of female orgasm, the magic pinnacle that 
had always eluded her, and now she was almost there. 

"Oh yes, Joe!" she sobbed out in delirious abandon. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me 
like that!" 

Her young husband grunted, his whole body quivering in rigid muscle spasm. 
Never had he heard anything like that from the lips of his usually inhibited 
young wife, and his churning cum-filled testicles felt as if they were going 
to burst out of the tight stretched sack of his scrotum. He tried to catch 
his breath. He tried to lie completely still. He tried to stop the 
continuing frenzied undulations of Lucy's waggling ass in order to gain 
temporary respite from the maddening friction of her succulently clasping 
cunt. Then in final desperation he tried to withdraw. 

Lucy whimpered in shocked disbelief as she felt the sensuously filling 
presence of Joe's pulsing penis slip almost free of her loins. In a gyrating 
motion she lunged her buttocks up even higher from the motel bed. Her tender 
vaginal muscles clasped like snapping lips around the bulbous tip of his 
retreating hardness, her inner vaginal walls pressing tight together to form 
a warm-fitting vacuum. Then her pussy seemed to open; against all his 
attempts to escape, the trembling husband felt his throbbing cock being 
drawn back up inside, deeper and deeper as though caught in a whirlpool of 
quicksand. 

Joe grunted from the hard-sucking pressure. Realizing it was too late to try 
to escape, he slammed forward even harder, driving his massively swollen 
maleness all the way back to the hilt as the hot liquid of his sperm began 
its maddening dash to freedom. The head of his huge penis pulsed and 
palpitated, flexing even larger as his searing load of semen burst forth in 
angry squirting droplets from the dilated glans at the tip. He bounced and 
bucked as drop after drop of the spewing cum spewed forth. His extended 
middle finger, still embedded far up in her ass, wormed in cruelly 
stretching circles around inside the deeply penetrated hole as all his 
driving lust poured forth. 

It was the wildest ejaculation Joe had known in all the time he and Lucy had 
been married, and when it was over there was nothing left. He collapsed 
suddenly like a retreating soldier felled by a shot on the run. He lay 
heavily upon her, gasping for breath, his still jerking penis beginning 
almost immediately to deflate. 

Beneath him, Lucy continued to squirm in futile little contortions. A 
despairing grunt issued from her lips as she felt his impaling finger pop 
from her wildly heated rectum. His now limp penis slipped from her cunt, and 
with a groan he rolled over on his back. Save for his heavy breathing and 
Lucy's continued gasps of frustration, there was silence in the dingy little 
room. 

Then the disappointed young blonde heard her husband's breathing become 
smoother and slower and she realized he was asleep. She heard the soft, not 
quite intelligible voices from the other room, and she was almost overcome 
with shame as she remembered that Hank and Sylvia Dade had been listening to 
the 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Hank Dade listened to Lucy's sob of frustration, to the leveling off of 
Joe's breathing, to the gentle creaking of bedsprings as he settled into a 
relaxed position for sleep. Probably the fetal position, Hank thought 
ironically to himself. Then the naked, heavy-bodied man who lay prone on his 
belly on top of the bedspread looked back over his shoulder at his naked 
wife, sitting upright in a half-lotus position beside him, her full jutting 
breasts standing out invitingly from her body, the parted position of her 
legs completely revealing the hair-fringed lips of her luscious cunt and 
exposing the pink little bud of her clitoris. 

"Well?" Hank asked at last. "What's your verdict?" 

Sylvia licked her lips. "Thumbs down. She didn't make it." 

Hank nodded. "I didn't think so either." He pondered this for a moment. "Can 
you imagine that faggot punk leaving a dish like that hung up?" 

"I wouldn't put all the blame on him," said Sylvia, running her hand lightly 
across Hank's broad, hairy back. "She should have cum. In fact, he didn't 
sound at all like a bad fuck to me. And he is good looking." 

Hank rolled on his back. Below the bulging pot of his belly, his long limber 
cock stirred like a restless dragon, emerging slowly out of the dense jungle 
of pubic hair between his thighs. "Good looking!" he mimicked. "What the 
hell do looks have to do with it? Look at me." 

In obedience to his own command he turned his head sideways to stare at 
himself in the dresser mirror against the opposite wall. Below the white of 
his balding crown his forehead was burned deep red, wrinkled like old 
leather wetted and dried in the sun. Bushy black eyebrows dwarfed a pair of 
small black eyes, sharp and somehow almost rodent-like. His nose wore a hump 
on the bridge from a barroom brawl years ago. A thin moustache crawled over 
a wide mouth. His lips were big-all the better, he liked to tell himself, 
for eating cunt. His best point was his chin, hard set and square. He liked 
to think it revealed character. 

Hank started slightly as he felt a sudden cool moisture touch the tip of his 
still limber cock. Sylvia, still sitting in her cross-legged lotus position, 
was leaned nimbly over his loins, her tongue extended from her mouth to 
circle gingerly over his pulsing cock-head that was peaking turtle-like out 
from the opening of the foreskin. 

The middle-aged man sighed, surveying his wife's naked torso with a deep 
appreciation, staring through her long black hair spilling over his belly to 
observe the slow and steady lengthening of his penis in response to her 
expert oral ministrations. He reached up to cup one of her breasts in his 
hand, bouncing it lightly as his penis twitched larger and began to grow 
hard, extending slowly upward between Sylvia's voluptuously parted lips. 

Then as his stirring phallus suddenly jumped to full erection straight up 
into her mouth, he heard the muffled gurgle that issued from her throat, 
followed by a heavy gasping for breath as she was almost choked by the 
unnatural and gigantic invasion. He basked for a moment in the maddening 
titillation, then reluctantly seized her by the ears and gently lifted her 
face up from his loins. 

Hank's pulsing cock left Sylvia's lips with a soft sucking sound and slapped 
down against his belly so loudly he was sure they must have been able to 
hear it in the next room. He groaned with frustration, restraining Sylvia 
with gentle force as she tried to plunge her face back toward his loins. 
Then, her cheeks flushed red with her own building lust, she turned to stare 
at him through her glossed-over eyes. 

"I thought we'd give them a little demonstration of what the real thing 
sounds like," she whispered lustfully, twisting around to lie prone beside 
him on the bed, snuggling her swollen breasts voluptuously against his 
chest. 

Hank managed a grin in spite of the slight throbbing in his balls. "And 
what's your interest in this?" he asked, though of course he already knew. 

"No man ignores me the way that kid is ignoring me now," Sylvia said 
matter-of-factly. "I mean, I'm not a black widow spider of something. I'm 
not going to eat him." 

"You're not?" 

'You know what I mean. And I don't care if you do get the choirgirl. Maybe 
the frigid little cunt will remind you what a real woman can do." 

"All right," said Hank, wrapping his hand around the still rigidly 
upstanding shaft of his cock and beginning a slow and vulgar up-and-down 
masturbating motion. "We know where we stand. And we will give a 
demonstration, tomorrow night." 

"Why tomorrow night?" 

"Because we'll be down around Texarkana by then, provided we screw around 
and get off a few hours late in the morning. There's a motel just out of 
town where I used to take chicks when I was stationed there right before 
Korea. They've got suites. Adjoining rooms. And I really want Lucy to watch 
me as you are sucking me off." 

* * * 

It was noon by the time they got on the road the next morning. First Hank 
Dade had refused to get out of bed. He sent Sylvia to the roadside diner 
where Lucy and Joe were having breakfast to make his excuses. He hadn't had 
enough sleep, he said, and he wanted to catch just one more hour. Sylvia 
explained that Hank was a holy terror when he hadn't had his beauty sleep. 
Lucy was not deluded by the gleam in Sylvia's eyes as she said this. Nor had 
she missed the tell-tale sounds, early in the morning after spending a long 
almost sleepless night in bed with her husband, of the Dades making wild and 
violent love in their own bed. 

The near-innocent wife had never heard anything like it in her life. They 
sounded like wild animals locked in primeval struggle. Sylvia screamed like 
a wounded cat and her husband was snorting and grunting like an enraged 
Spanish fighting bull. They were banging against the wall until Lucy was 
sure they would knock it down. The squeaking bedsprings reached a chilling 
crescendo, and as the mature couple achieved what Lucy was certain must have 
been a mutual simultaneous climax, the bed itself seemed to be bouncing up 
and down on the floor. 

Then came silence, then soft voices, then Hank Dade's loud, slow snoring. 
What seemed like only moments later, Joe awoke and then he and Lucy, her 
eyes red from lack of sleep, got up and went to the diner. 

Hank arrived about eleven to make his own excuses, then proceeded to eat a 
breakfast that would have fed a football team. He said nothing about the 
night before and in fact seemed overly friendly and solicitous to Lucy. But 
her awareness of what both Hank and Sylvia must know about her hung like a 
shadow over the sensuous young blonde's head. It haunted her, like a 
skeleton in a family closet. 

Joe took the first driving shift and Lucy sat in the front with her husband. 
Making good time, they rolled through the rich pasture lands of northwestern 
Tennessee, stopping for a mid-afternoon snack near Memphis. Hank insisted 
they drive into the lovely old southern city for a look around. It was five 
by the time they got back on the road and crossed into Arkansas. Bad roads 
slowed them down. Hank took the wheel and pushed on. It was just after nine 
o'clock when he pulled to a stop at the little rundown hotel on the 
outskirts of Texarkana. 

"I don't know about the rest of you," Sylvia Dade said as Hank got out to go 
rent their rooms. "But I'm famished." 

"Me too," Joe echoed, getting out of the car to stretch his legs. 

Exhausted from lack of sleep and from the long drive in the heat of the day, 
Lucy got out of the back of the car and waited beside her husband. She 
became gradually aware that Sylvia Dade, standing on the other side of the 
station wagon, was looking at her face. Then as Lucy's evasive blue eyes met 
the eyes of the more mature brunette, Sylvia Dade smiled suddenly, a smile 
that was warm, kind, even empathetic. 

"You're tired, honey. Have a good long bath before we go out to dinner. 
It'll make you feel better." 

"Yes," Lucy nodded. 'That's what I'll do." 

Then she heard the opening and closing of a door and, looking back toward 
the motel office, saw Hank walking toward them. 

"Looks like we've got the executive suite," he said as he came up to the 
car. "Over there." He nodded toward the last of the motel cabins, 
considerably larger than the other. "Everything else was taken." 

Lucy noted that there was only one other vehicle in the parking lot, and 
looked quickly at her husband, whose handsome face revealed neither 
suspicion nor concern. 

"I'll take the car over," said Hank, getting back into the driver's seat. 

Plagued by her vague and still undefined mistrust, Lucy walked with Joe and 
Sylvia across to the last of the cabins. She noted there were two separate 
entrances, at least. Then Hank got out and handed Joe one set of keys, and 
as her young husband unlocked the door she sighed softly with relief. 

For Lucy had suspected that Hank Dade had intentionally arranged for the two 
couples to share their sleeping quarters for the night, and after what had 
happened the night before that would really have been more than she could 
have faced. But as she looked into the fairly spacious, though still 
somewhat gloomy room, the virginal young blonde realized that if anything 
they would have even more privacy tonight than in the first motel where 
they'd stopped. They did indeed have a suite, and through the little foyer 
that appeared to give off the single shared bath in the cabin, she could see 
the other almost identical bedroom which the Dades would be occupying. But 
where last night there had been only a thin wall separating them from the 
other couple, these rooms were divided by the little foyer and by the 
bathroom itself. 

"Not bad," Joe said, following Lucy into the room, his eyes going 
immediately to the big double bed. 

"Yes. It's all right," Lucy answered. Through the two open doors of the 
foyer she watched Sylvia come into the other room, Hank behind her with an 
overnight bag. 

"Cozy, hunh kid?" Hank said with a wink. "Used to stay here when I was in 
the service, right before Korea." 

"Yes, it's very cozy." Lucy walked over to the door and started to close it. 
Then Sylvia came through the other door into the little foyer and she 
hesitated. 

"We've only got one bath between us tonight," the older woman said. "You go 
ahead and have your shower first. I'll take mine afterwards." 

"Thanks," Lucy whispered. 

Sylvia smiled at her again in that same warm way she had before. Then she 
turned and walked out of the foyer, glancing back over her shoulder as she 
closed the door behind her. 

Lucy unpacked a blouse and skirt and a fresh pair of bikini panties from the 
suitcase Joe had unloaded from the station wagon. She left her husband 
lounging lazily on the bed, walked into the small but tidy bathroom and shut 
the door. She latched it carefully, then quickly peeled her short-sleeved 
sweater over her head, she reached up behind her back to unsnap her 
brassiere. 

Her nipples tingled to instant rigidity as she shed the confining brassiere 
off her voluptuously rounded breasts. Then she pulled her tight-fitting 
pants down off the ripeness of her buttocks and long sensuous thighs. 
Stepping out of them to leave herself naked except for her low-hanging and 
almost transparent panties, Lucy reached past the shower curtain and turned 
the hot water on, wanting to give it a chance to warm up before she got in. 
As she waited, she let her eyes rove slowly over her own inviting nakedness, 
a little shiver coursing up the length of her spine at her awareness of her 
own sexuality. 

Lucy realized that, though she would never have admitted it to anybody, she 
was still highly frustrated over what had happened last night. She had been 
so close, so close to experiencing something she'd never known in her life. 
She felt as if she could almost have tasted it, and then all that promise of 
ecstasy and release had been cut off sharply and suddenly as a life cut off 
at the prime. And Joe didn't seem to even care. Neither last night nor today 
had he even bothered to acknowledge what had happened. Or maybe, she 
realized, he hadn't even known. 

But Sylvia and Hank Dade did know. Of that she could not have been more 
certain. 

Lucy reached back into the shower to test the water and found it hot. Then 
quickly she adjusted it with the cold and stepped past the curtain beneath 
the refreshing spray. As she began to scrub gently over the lush curves of 
her naked body, working up a white lather of soap over her high-molded 
breasts and tweaking her fingers teasingly over her already hard-swollen 
nipples, Lucy recalled the kindness and understanding she'd noted in 
Sylvia's eyes a few moments ago when she'd found the woman staring at her 
over the top of the car. She thought now that perhaps her judgment of the 
other woman had been too harsh. 

Comforted in the warming solitude of the bath, Lucy relished the cascading 
of the spray of water over her nakedly tingling flesh. Her mind wandered 
aimlessly and for a moment she was granted respite from thinking about her 
present problems. She was a child again, innocent of world-knowledge, 
growing up on a farm near Beaver Falls. She did not have to worry about how 
she and her husband were going to pay the rent and buy the groceries. She 
didn't have to worry about sex, about her failure to climax, about 
dirty-minded men lusting after her body. 

Lost in her memories, Lucy almost lost track of time. She drifted away and 
came but slowly back to the present. Her return was like waking from sleep, 
as if in her exhaustion she'd gone to sleep and dreamed on her feet, and she 
realized suddenly that she must have been in the shower much too long. 
Sylvia Dade wanted to use it too, not to mention the two men. 

Turning the water off quickly, the naked young blonde stepped out, retrieved 
one of the standard motel-size towels that hung on the rack and began 
briskly drying herself off. Then, hearing one of the foyer doors open and 
the footsteps crossing the foyer, she leaned closer to the bathroom door to 
listen as Hank Dade spoke to her husband: 

"I was thinking, Joe, there's this little take-away soul-food place across 
town in the colored section. Used to get bar-b-cued spareribs when I was 
stationed here. I mentioned it to the guy that runs this place and he says 
they're just as good as ever." 

"Sounds good to me," Joe answered. "And I don't think Lucy's ever had 
soul-food." 

"I figured as much," Hank said with a little chuckle that sent a shiver down 
the virginal woman's spine. "So why don't you take the car keys and a five 
dollar bill and pick up supper to go for the four of us. No use taking the 
women all the way over there." 

"Well, I don't know if I can find it. You've been here before and ... " 

"No problem, buddy. I'll draw you a map. I just can't take another minute 
behind that steering wheel." 

Lucy listened with growing apprehension as Hank Dade gave her husband 
directions. The thought of being left alone here with Hank and his wife was 
almost more than she could face, and the fact that she was trapped naked in 
the bathroom with nothing more than a couple of flimsy towels to protect her 
body only made it worse. For a moment she considered wrapping the towels 
around her and slipping out now to retrieve the blouse and skirt she'd 
unpacked. But the prospect of Hank Dade's leering eyes observing her in her 
state of near-nakedness caused her to immediately push the thought from her 
mind. Then an involuntary little gasp escaped her lips as Joe spoke to her 
from the bedroom: 

"Lucy, I'm gonna go pick up some food. Be back in a half-hour or so." 

"Get some beer, too," Hank directed as he went out the door. 

"Joe...? " Lucy managed faintly, but the front door of their room closed to 
cut off her voice, and an instant later she heard the starting of the engine 
of the station wagon. 

"You need something, kid?" Hank Dade said through the bathroom door. "Don't 
think he heard you." 

"No," the naked blonde gasped. "No. I don't need a thing." 

"Okay." Hank Dade's voice revealed his understanding of the awkwardness of 
her situation, and for the first time it occurred to Lucy that this whole 
thing might have been planned. She'd suspected something earlier when Hank 
had claimed all the cabins except for these adjoining rooms were full. Now 
she realized he might have carefully selected this motel precisely for the 
purpose of renting what he'd called the "suite". Perhaps this morning's 
delays had been contrived just so they would arrive here at nightfall. Upon 
that speculation came another disturbing thought: perhaps he had given Joe 
faulty directions to the food place. If that were the case, she could be 
stuck here alone for hours, because she knew her husband would doggedly 
search until he found it, if it really even existed. Then, coming quickly on 
the heels of these random and paranoid observations, the conclusion formed 
itself suddenly in Lucy's mind as a skin tingling and fearful question: 

If this had all been planned, what were Hank and Sylvia Dade's plans for 
her? 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Her mind racing completely out of control over a series of sordid and 
chilling fantasies; the naked young blonde waited trembling behind the 
locked door of the bathroom. She reminded herself again of the look of 
sympathy she'd seen in Sylvia's eyes not long before, and now even that 
became a grim and frightening harbinger. Then Lucy stiffened as she heard 
the low cat-like sound that issued suddenly from the bedroom beyond the 
foyer. She held her breath; frozen by fear as the moan-wail was repeated; 
even louder. 

Then as that sound was balanced by a deep masculine grunting, the abandoned 
and naked young wife realized what was happening. The Dades were going to 
have sexual intercourse while Joe was gone. They were going to make love, 
right here in the same cabin with her, and she would have to listen to them 
whether she wanted to or not. 

It was only gradually that Lucy's shock and indignation were replaced by 
relief, and as the true significance of what she heard from the bedroom came 
over her, she couldn't suppress the audible sigh that rose from her lungs. 
In spite of all the vulgarity of their action, this hardly compared with the 
least of the fantasies and fears with which she'd recently been plagued. At 
least she wouldn't be harmed. She was still safe from Hank Dade, and that 
was what she'd really been worried about. 

For what must have been almost a full minute Lucy stood motionless and 
listened at the door. Her jaw was slack and her mouth hung slightly open. 
Her heart was pounding furiously in her breasts and her body trembled 
slightly as the female moan was heard again, followed by another low male 
grunt. 

Lucy's naked flesh broke out in tiny goose bumps as she listened, and again 
she remembered those few moments of ecstasy last night with Joe when she'd 
thought she was finally going to make it. Now hearing these lewd sounds of 
the Dades' wild sexual foreplay brought it all back to life in her memory, 
and her clitoris tingled in physical pleading to bring back to life the 
lingering desire and need that had lain dormant in her unfulfilled body 
throughout the day. 

Of course she'd already heard the other couple doing it once before, this 
very morning as she'd lain in bed beside her sleeping husband. But now, 
being alone with them in this little cabin made it different, and though she 
knew she should only feel outrage at their lascivious and improper action, 
she found in fact that she was oddly excited by what she heard. 

Almost unconsciously Lucy moved one of her hands up to her own sensuously 
naked body, caressing and massaging softly over the still damp flesh of her 
voluptuously unencumbered breasts, the nipples again pricking to tingling 
rigidity from the teasing contact. Then without thinking of what she was 
doing, she moved her hand slowly downward over her belly and into the 
silken-moist triangle of blonde hair that grew sparsely over the forbidden 
little mound of her pussy. She pressed her finger gently across the already 
hotly aroused little bud of her clitoris, leaning her head even closer to 
the door as the grunting and moaning sounds from the bedroom grew more 
feverishly intense. 

Lucy listened like an eavesdropper for a few moments longer, then suddenly 
becoming aware of what she was doing, she pulled her hand away from between 
her thighs and drew back from the door, a wave of self-loathing sweeping 
over her as she realized what she'd been on the verge of doing. 

She was falling right into the trap the more worldly couple had set for her. 
She was listening to them and she was getting excited, and that was exactly 
what they must have expected. 

Trying as best she could to control her hastened breathing, Lucy looked 
quickly around the bath room. Her objective now was just to get back to her 
own room as quickly as she could and get dressed, then she could leave the 
cabin and wait outside for Joe to get back and the Dades' could have their 
fun harmlessly. 

But there was still nothing to hide her body except the under-sized towels, 
and it was with a feeling of considerable apprehension that the vulnerably 
naked blonde looped one of the small towels around her waist and pressed the 
other almost uselessly over her upstanding nipple-peaked breasts. Then, 
blushing with shame and embarrassment, she eased the door open and started 
out into the foyer, ready to flee to her room. 

Instead she stopped, staring with shock through the half-open door of the 
other bedroom. 

Hank and Sylvia Dade lay completely naked fully in her view on the bed. She 
was so close to them she dared not breathe, and she could clearly 
distinguish their exposed bodies in the dim light of the nightstand lamp 
which illuminated the room. 

Lucy pressed the one towel tightly against her breasts. The other towel, 
tucked loosely in around her waist, hung precariously on the flare of her 
hips. She stood motionless and rooted, her eyes taking in the scene before 
her with shocked fascination. 

Sylvia Dade lay on her side across the bed. One of her legs was bent at the 
knee and Lucy could clearly observe the dark-haired vee of pubic hair 
nestled so appealingly between her parted thighs. She was moving her leg 
restlessly up and down on the cover of the bed, as though to cause her naked 
hair-fringed cunt-lips to rub together in teasing friction. 

Hank Dade lay beside her. but as Lucy gawked in wide-eyed amazement, he 
raised himself to a kneeling position almost against the wall and right at 
eye level to his prone and naked wife. Sylvia's eyes shone in the dim light 
as she reached out, wrapping one hand around his broad hairy waist to pull 
his body even closer to her lust-stained face, and using the other hand to 
clasp the unbelievably enormous shaft of his upstanding cock. 

Then Lucy almost fainted as she allowed her eyes to feast without restraint 
upon that obscene sight. Before, when he'd exposed himself to her outside 
the restrooms of the Howard Johnson's, his penis had been soft, and even at 
that too big to believe. But now it was fully erected, rock hard, thick and 
long, and the still-innocent blonde housewife shivered at the thought of any 
woman trying to take all of that up inside her vagina. 

Lucy knew it was wrong for her to be watching like this, and she thought she 
would literally die if either of the Dades looked up and saw her peering 
through the half-open door. But she couldn't bring herself to move away. She 
was spellbound by the sheer obscenity of the spectacle. But Hank and Sylvia 
seemed too engrossed to care who watched them, and she realized with a 
strange sense of shame that she might actually learn something from 
observing another more experienced couple having sexual intercourse. 
Certainly Sylvia 

Dade didn't have Lucy's problem with frigidity. That had been obvious enough 
from what she'd heard this morning. But seeing it would give her an even 
better grasp of their more worldly version of the act of sex. 

As Lucy pressed closer to the half-open door and peered intently into the 
dimly lighted room; Sylvia pushed her naked husband back down to a reclining 
position on his back, then rose to her knees beside him. She knelt down, her 
voluptuously naked breasts swaying with her every move as she stared down at 
his exposed, hair-covered belly and loins and the up-thrusting hardness of 
his massive cock. 

A shiver of anticipation coursed through the naked blonde's sensuous and 
slender body as she watched Sylvia reach out to take the monstrous hardness 
in her hand, bending it up from Hank's hairy belly until it was pointed 
directly toward her face. His thick blood-filled cockhead seemed to glow 
purple in the soft lamplight that illuminated the room, and Lucy thought his 
penis must be almost twice the size of her own husband's. It seemed to 
twitch and surge even larger as the voluptuous brunette began to stroke 
slowly up and down along his straining cockshaft. And as she leaned her face 
gradually lower over the excited man's naked loins, Lucy got her first 
inkling of what the other woman was really going to do. 

Oh my God, the lustfully aroused young blonde thought, her mind whirling 
with the lurid sight as she grappled with the truth. Never had she even 
imagined anything so perverse, and yet merely from the lust-glazed look in 
Sylvia's eyes she knew it had to be. The dark-haired woman was looking at 
her husband's over-sized penis like a child relishing the first lick on an 
all-day sucker, her tongue flicking teasingly out from her mouth to moisten 
her lips in an intentionally suggestive gesture before she opened wide and 
with a bobbing of her head took the swollen end of his bulbous cock-head up 
between her teeth. 

Sylvia Dade gave out with a groan of salacious delight as Hank arched his 
hips up from the bed in an attempt to drive his throbbing male hardness 
deeper into her mouth. For a moment Lucy thought she was actually going to 
try to take the entire length of the massive cock between her already 
cruelly stretched lips, but instead she suddenly turned her face away 
forcing his pulsing cock out of her mouth and quickly slid farther up on the 
bed beside him as he humped his lust-swollen cock futilely into the air. 

Now Sylvia's naked torso was positioned almost directly above the thick, 
up-pointed pole of flesh, her swaying nipple-tipped breasts hanging just 
inches from the swollen tip. Her face was flushed red with her own lust and 
in Hank's eyes Lucy detected a ruthless animal madness; the near-naked young 
blonde bit the tip of her tongue as the other woman dropped lower down until 
the unencumbered swells of her breasts hung right down on the palpitating 
rod of flesh. Then, balancing herself precariously on her knees, Sylvia 
placed her hands up to her bare torso, and squeezed her breasts tight 
together around the throbbing shaft of her husband's ponderous cock. 

Lucy gawked in lurid fascination as the voluptuously naked brunette began to 
roll her breasts slowly in her hands, stroking the rigid and erected column. 
The purple cockhead disappeared between them, then emerged again as she 
shimmied up and down in a masturbating motion, the mauve-tipped nipples 
swelling larger from the illicit physical contact. The whole eerie ritual 
was almost more than Lucy could confront, and through the fluffiness of the 
towel she still held clutched tightly against her own firmly rounded breasts 
she began to tweak and tease her nipples almost in time with the slave-like 
performance unfolding before her eyes. 

Then with a low gusty whimper Sylvia Dade inched back lower down her 
husband's body, her tongue again flicking from her mouth in explicit 
invitation as she bent her face down toward the pulsing head of Hank's 
nakedly up-thrust cock. 

Lucy almost passed out from her own lascivious anticipation as she waited 
for the inevitable. Then she shivered as Sylvia's tongue extended lower to 
lick up the glistening little drop of seminal fluid that had suddenly 
appeared in the slitted glans at the tip of the blood-filled cock-head. The 
woman's lust-narrowed eyes seemed to glow, and Lucy's own vicarious 
excitement at witnessing her groveling self-subjugation held her spellbound 
as Sylvia licked hungrily over the cock-tip and began to slaver her tongue 
slowly up and down the full length of the rock-hard shaft of erected flesh. 

"That's it, baby," Hank Dade groaned, his hands moving suddenly down to 
seize Sylvia's hair and pull her face tightly to his loins as he lunged up 
from the bed to position the blunt-headed cudgel of his penis right against 
the entrance to her sensuously ovaled lips. 

"Ooooooouuuuuuu," Sylvia purred in lustful masochistic delight, resisting 
but a moment longer before she took her husband's bulbous cock-head up into 
her wide-open mouth. Then her purr became a muffled gurgle as Hank arched 
her hairy buttocks higher from the bed, clinging to her long-flowing hair to 
close off any avenue of retreat as his lewdly throbbing hardness surged up 
between her teeth and plunged down the length of her tongue to embed itself 
all the way to the back of her throat. 

Slowly and methodically the mature and experienced woman began to suck. Her 
hands stroked and clung warmly to the base of his palpitating cock-shaft and 
her swaying breasts cushioned softly down on Hank's thighs. She was on her 
knees on the bed, her tightly rounded ass-cheeks posed high in the air. Her 
head began to bob as she worked her lips up and down the length of the 
straining rod of flesh, and with each bouncing movement she seemed to inch 
lower down until finally she'd somehow taken almost the whole menacing 
length between her lips. 

As Lucy watched trance-like through the door, Sylvia increased her wanton 
sucking rhythm. Her cheeks bloated out as she gobbled Hank's penis hungrily 
in. Then, further intensifying her efforts, she moved one hand lower between 
his thighs to massage his ponderous sperm-filled balls, her soft lips 
rolling tightly in and out as she sucked him without restraint. It was 
almost too much to believe, and yet as Lucy continued her furtive 
observation, she realized that, in spite of all the depravity of the 
subjugating spectacle, Sylvia was deriving almost as much enjoyment as her 
husband. She was sucking him off and it was exciting her just as much as it 
was exciting him. And worse, Lucy was getting equally excited herself. 

Then, a gurgle swelling from deep in her throat, Sylvia suddenly wrenched 
her hair free from the grip of Hank's hands. She let his palpitating 
hardness slip from her mouth, and as Hank grunted in angry frustration she 
shifted suddenly about to completely change the direction of her own body on 
the bed. She straddled her own knees right over Hank's neck and head, her 
breasts hanging down on his belly as she again buried her face in his loins. 
And before Lucy had quite even grasped what was happening, the dark-haired 
woman spread her knees wide out to each side, dropping her buttocks downward 
to completely expose her open vagina both to his view and to the stunned 
eyes of the near-naked young spectator. 

Lucy's heart was beating so fast she could hear it herself, and it was 
without thought that she reached one of her hands up beneath the towel still 
hanging loosely about her waist, her extended middle finger moving slowly 
along the soft surface of one of her inner thighs before coming gently in 
contact with the already lewdly moistened lips of her cunt. She knew what 
Sylvia wanted now, and in her strange vicarious identification with the 
other woman, the aroused young blonde found herself drifting into a state of 
anticipation that was almost equally lustful. 

Then as Lucy's fingers parted the sensuously slickened lips of her own 
little burning cunt, Sylvia spread her knees out farther and farther on the 
bed until the soft pink flesh of her glistening dark-haired cunt was pressed 
down on her husband's face. And without a moment's hesitation he flicked his 
tongue from his mouth, licking greedily up into the moistened curls of hair 
that lined the lips of her cunt. 

Sylvia moaned around his cock-shaft that had again surged up to fill her 
mouth, her buttocks waggling in lewd response as Hank reached around her 
body with both hands, his fingers digging into the tight half-moons of her 
naked ass-cheeks to spread them apart and give even greater access to her 
pussy for his urgently slavering tongue. 

Lucy felt a shudder of awakened sensuality tingling out through her loins as 
the brown puckered ring of the other woman's anus was suddenly exposed to 
her view. Hank was holding her ass-cheeks forcibly wide apart and she could 
see the tight little hole clenching and contracting as his marauding tongue 
slashed up into the coral-hued crevice of her vagina, disappearing straight 
up between the hair-fringed lips to drive deeply into the moistly receiving 
depths of her cunt. 

Now Lucy really let herself go. She dropped the towel she'd held to her 
breasts and the other towel was gradually working loose from her waist as 
she wormed her own extended middle finger slowly deeper up into her 
lust-tortured loins. The sight of the couple on the bed only served to 
remind her of the lewdly enticing sensations she had derived from Joe's hot 
breath blowing over her own cunt the night before. She had liked it in spite 
of everything, yet in the end she had rejected it. Now that rejection filled 
her with bitter regret and she thought that if she remained here watching 
this shocking oral exhibition a moment longer she would really go insane 
with the billows of passion and consuming need building relentlessly through 
her naked and unfulfilled flesh. 

Sylvia moaned and gurgled about the cock-shaft plunging into her mouth, 
intensifying her own wanton sucking efforts even as she began to undulate 
her buttocks in an up-and-down fucking motion over her husband's buried 
face. His tongue was slavering deep up into her cunt and they were locked 
tightly together in the most obscene posture Lucy could have ever conceived. 
The dark-haired woman lay nakedly rolling and jerking on top of him. He was 
flat on his back beneath her, bucking and arching his hips like an Arab 
belly dancer to drive his elongated cock again and again deeply into her 
voraciously sucking mouth as he continued his own merciless oral 
ministrations on her gyrating moisture-gushing loins. 

And Lucy could see that Sylvia was wrenching everything she could from her 
husband's kisses and sucking between her thighs. His tongue was flicking 
with lizard-like swiftness in and out of the moist passage of her cunt and 
at the same time his fingers probed straight down into the crack of her 
wide-parted anus. Lucy could almost feel the teasing pressure herself as his 
stabbing finger probed directly up against her clenching anus, but though 
she issued an audible groan Sylvia seemed to relish even the pain, wiggling 
her tautly ovaled buttocks wildly back against the humiliating intrusion as 
if she wanted him to push his finger right up inside her tightly puckered 
rectal opening. 

Then the urgently sucking brunette gasped out loud as her resistance gave 
way and Hank's gouging finger popped suddenly up into the depths of her 
skewered back passage. From her vantage point Lucy could discern every 
detail of this perverted intimacy, and she almost whimpered aloud in her own 
shock and delight as the tight flesh of the other woman's anus gave way and 
Hank's thickly worming finger drove deeper up into her rectum, embedding 
itself to the hilt straight up between the cheeks of her ass. And as she 
shuddered and swayed above him, he began to move his hand to fuck in and out 
of her obscenely stretched anus in time with the limber penetrations of his 
tongue spearing up into her cunt. 

Shivers rippled down Lucy's spine as she clenched her own tingling rectum in 
sympathy. She felt the towel slip suddenly from her waist and drop to the 
floor, but she made no move to retrieve it. Entranced by the wild oral 
fucking before her, she pressed her trembling outthrust middle finger 
swiftly deeper up into the moistly heated folds of her cunt. Her thumb 
brushed electrically over the rigidly hardened tip of her clitoris and any 
guilt she might have experienced at her own obscene and shameful action was 
completely swept away by the agonizing frustration of the ravishing need 
that had been unleashed in her naked loins and breasts. 

Then slowly the bouncing movements of the two hungrily sucking and writhing 
people on the bed increased. Muffled grunts issued from between Sylvia's 
loins as Hank continued to kiss and suck her cunt, and she responding with 
her own gurgling mewls of delight around the pumping shaft of his impaling 
cock. The young and almost inexperienced blonde wife was lost in a 
libidinous daze of blinding sensual passion as she listened to the 
lascivious gasps and whimpers, and in the frenzy of her own wildly building 
excitement she thrust her extended finger even more swiftly in and out of 
the burning tightness of her cunt, now masturbating openly in the 
abandonment of her raging lust as she realized for the first time that what 
she secretly witnessed was not merely foreplay, but a means to an end 
itself. 

They weren't just playing around for the purpose of exciting themselves in 
anticipation of orthodox sex. They were doing it for real, now. Even she 
could see that neither one of them had the least intention of stopping, and 
as that illumination dawned upon her, the stunned blonde experienced a 
fluttering tingle deep in her own belly that was beyond anything she'd ever 
known before. 

A moment later Hank Dade gasped out the warning that confirmed what Lucy had 
sensed: "Uh-h! Suck it, baby. Suck it harder! I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ... 
I'm cummmin-nnnngggg!" 

It was all too much. He was cumming right in Sylvia's mouth! His thighs had 
clamped tightly against her ears to hold her face in place and he was 
bucking up and down like a bull in heat, his jabbing finger driving in and 
out of her ass and his grunts of orgasmic release pouring straight up into 
the opened moisture of her wildly spasming vagina, and the fire of the 
blonde's own frantically building lust was raging suddenly completely beyond 
her control. A loud and audible whimper issued from her lips as she began to 
masturbate in earnest, parting her feet wider on the wood floor to give her 
fingers easier access to the passion-ravished flesh of her cunt. 

As Lucy listened to Sylvia sucking and swallowing down the ceaselessly 
erupting volcano of Hank's ejaculating cum and heard the woman's own garbled 
whimpers of orgasm, she lost herself in her own eager masturbation. The 
rhythm of her plundering middle finger gained swiftly in momentum as the 
moistly tight walls of her cunt flowered open to pull and suck at her 
probing digit. She rammed it deeper and deeper, her lustfully aroused body 
humping and gyrating in a turbulence of sensual excitement as she climbed 
toward the clouds of release. 

And moments later it came. 

Lucy's body was seized by a sudden spasming tautness. Then her mind almost 
went blank as a new more intense fluttering began. She blinked, staring 
through blurred vision at the now hazy figures writhing on the bed, her 
consuming joy screaming out silently inside her mind as her cunt contracted 
around her deep-sunken middle finger and the wetness of her vagina spilled 
out of her pulsing cunt-lips to flow in a stickily oozing stream down over 
her hands and along her sensitive inner thighs. 

She gasped in building excitement, her legs almost buckling beneath her as 
the waves of ecstasy flooded through her arms and breasts. She worked her 
thumb madly back and forth over the trembling bud of her clitoris as her 
soul spiraled upward and soared almost out of herself in the exquisite 
fantasy of release. 

Then it was over and she leaned forward panting against the door, the weight 
of her body pushing it slowly shut, and she stared dazedly through the 
narrowing crack at Hank Dade's smiling face. His head was sticking up from 
between Sylvia's thighs, his cheek pressed against the firm round cushions 
of her ass. And Lucy almost fainted as his eyes met hers. 

Then the picture was cut off, to the sound of the closing door. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Perhaps twenty minutes passed between the time Lucy fled naked from the 
foyer back into her bedroom and the moment she saw the spraying of 
headlights across the curtained window that signaled her husband's 
return-twenty agonizing minutes during which the shattered young blonde 
questioned the whole basis of her marriage, of her love for her husband and 
their sex life together, and of her own very existence itself. 

When she'd met those leering eyes she could have happily died on the spot, 
and the natural conclusion to which she had jumped was that Hank Dade had 
seen her finger-fucking herself to the first real climax she'd ever 
experienced in her life. It was only later, after she'd entered her room, 
locked the door and climbed, still naked, between the sheets, that it 
occurred to her the situation might not be as serious as she'd first 
assumed. Not that there was a possibility Hank hadn't seen her and was not 
aware she'd been witness to him and Sylvia performing their lurid act of 
oral love. He had seen her, all right. But he'd only seen her face. Her body 
had been pressed against the door, thus concealed by the door itself. And 
though her face would certainly have revealed her hysterical state of 
excitement, he could not possibly have ascertained merely from her 
expression that she had actually been masturbating as she watched him and 
his wife kissing and sucking one another's genitals in the lewdest embrace 
she'd ever observed. 

Joe entered, laden down with the bag of spare-ribs and a six-pack of beer, 
stopped and stared down with concern as he saw Lucy beneath the covers of 
the bed. "Is there something wrong, honey?" 

Lucy shook her head, hardly able to even meet his eyes. For a moment she 
toyed with the idea of telling him what had happened-not the whole truth, of 
course, but telling him at least that Hank and Sylvia had performed sexually 
for her to see, and making clear her certainty the performance had been 
intentionally staged. But that would still entail her admitting she had 
watched them, and it was an admission Lucy didn't have the courage to make. 

"No," the sex-spent blonde said after a moment. "I'm just tired from the 
trip. I thought I'd try to catch a nap and ... and wait for you to get 
back." 

Joe studied her silently for a moment, then put the bag and the six-pack 
down on the small divan against the opposite wall and turned to the door 
that led to the foyer and the bath. He unlocked it and stepped through then 
paused and looked back at Lucy. "You locked the door?" 

"I ... I just did it out of habit," Lucy began, her own welling remorse at 
the lewd act she'd committed almost causing her voice to break. "I thought I 
was going to sleep and ... " Her voice trailed off as she found herself at a 
momentary loss for words. 

Joe nodded thoughtfully and cleared his throat. Then he stepped back into 
the bedroom and closed the door. He came across to the bed and sat down 
beside her, laying his hand softly over her shoulder on the outside of the 
cover. He looked silently into her eyes for a moment before he spoke: 

"Look, honey. I wish you'd be a little more open-minded about Hank and 
Sylvia." 

Open-minded? Lucy thought with inner derision. 

"I know Hank seems a little vulgar sometimes. And Sylvia ... Sylvia seems 
like she's flirting. But that's just their way. They're good people, really. 
And they are helping us out a lot by giving us this ride. Hank hasn't let me 
pay for any of the gas, and all. And when you make it so damned obvious that 
you don't like them ... or don't trust them ... " Joe shook his head. 

"Aw hell, honey. I don't know. I just wish you'd try a little harder to ... 
get along." 

He stopped, removing his hand from her. Lucy stared at her husband, saying 
not a word, and for the first time in her life she found herself feeling 
openly contemptuous of him. A moment later Joe got up and went out to the 
bath. When he left the room, Lucy slid from the bed and quickly dressed, 
musing as she did so that in spite of everything she did feel better, 
physically at least, as a result of the rousing climax she'd derived from 
her shameless act of masturbation. 

Somehow, Lucy got through the night. Perhaps it was her bitterness at Joe 
for his naivete that sustained her, but as the two couples dined on the 
hot-tasting spare-ribs in the Dades' room, Lucy couldn't help but think that 
her knowledge about the other couple and Joe's ignorance of what she knew 
made her somehow superior. She felt as if he were the innocent, she the 
initiate. Neither Hank nor Sylvia referred in any way to what had happened 
earlier, yet in their very silence Lucy sensed a conspiracy. Joe was 
excluded, somehow set apart from the three of them. Perhaps as a cover-up 
for her own remorse Lucy relished his symbolic exclusions. 

When they retired that night, Joe tried to make love to her but Lucy 
adamantly refused. It wasn't so much that she was physically not in the 
mood, for the fact was that her illicit masturbatory climax had only served 
to whet her taste for sexual satisfaction. But she was still plagued by 
remorse and as a subconscious protective mechanism she turned her bitterness 
not in toward herself where it belonged but outward, toward her husband. She 
insisted that she was exhausted, refused to even remove her panties, and 
turned her back on him. Joe sighed, kissed her softly on the neck, and said, 
"All right, honey. Good night." 

Moments later Lucy heard the slowing of his breathing that signaled he was 
asleep. Then she rolled on her back, her own eyes still open wide, and lay 
staring for hours up into the darkness. Though she'd had almost no sleep the 
night before, she knew instinctively that neither would she be able to sleep 
tonight. Too much had happened in such a short span of time and she had to 
work things out in her mind. 

First, in spite of the fact that she'd managed to endure the evening, she 
still didn't see how she would ever make it through the rest of the trip 
under almost communal living conditions with the Dades. Hank may have said 
nothing at dinner abut what had happened earlier, but she knew he wasn't 
going to forget about it. Sooner or later the question would come up. Lucy 
would have to acknowledge what she'd done and answer for it, and the very 
thought of that filled her with shame. 

Then there was her relationship with Joe. She had the feeling that now they 
were really in a crucial period of their married life, a period of crisis. 
Something was about to happen, and with her in her present state of mind 
there was no reason to think it would be good. And yet last night when they 
had made live it had been almost good for her. Perhaps in some strange way 
that lovemaking with her husband had prepared her for the climax she'd 
finally achieved tonight. So perhaps there was still hope for them. 

Her breath coming slightly harder at the mere recollection, Lucy turned her 
head sideways on the pillow and stared in the darkness at her sleeping 
husband's shadowy form. Perhaps if she hadn't refused him tonight, the very 
momentum of what had happened earlier would have made it work the way it had 
never worked before. But she had refused him and he had accepted her 
refusal, complacently. He could have insisted. Certainly his hero Hank Dade 
would have insisted if it had been Sylvia who claimed she was tired. 

Lucy stiffened suddenly in bed at the thought that had entered her mind. She 
couldn't imagine why she should be thinking of that. Yet at the same time 
she knew it was true. Hank Dade was the kind of man who wouldn't take no for 
an answer, and in some perverse way she now found that idea appealing. He 
was at least a man, and he could satisfy a woman, which she'd seen all too 
clearly with her own eyes. 

And maybe, she thought, trembling from the very idea, he could even satisfy 
her. 

Lucy's heart was pounding frenziedly in her breast and her body was tense 
with a strange gnawing kind of excitement and fear as she allowed herself to 
dwell on the unthinkable. What would it be like to make love to Hank Dade? 
My God, it was too unreal to believe that she could even be asking herself 
such a question and she thought that she must actually be in serious 
psychological trouble if she could even dream of such a thing. And she 
wasn't even attracted to him. She found him, because of his attitude as much 
as his looks, almost repulsive. And she could never ever have actually taken 
his giant cock in her vagina. Just the aspect of the situation alone made 
the whole thing a moot consideration. And yet as she lay in the dark, beset 
by the lurid images that fluttered through her consciousness, she couldn't 
help asking herself what it would be like to try. 

* * * 

From Texarkana to El Paso they did not stop except for food and gas. They 
streaked through the pine forest of East Texas, the farm and ranches in the 
central part of the state. By late afternoon they were in the desert. The 
road was a straight, endless-looking ribbon that ran to a sky set down like 
glass against the apparent edge of the earth. The sun settled like a sulphur 
ball on the blue mountains to the west. And Hank Dade kept driving. 

By eleven that night Lucy was so exhausted she could hardly hold her head 
up. Because of the guilt and apprehension gnawing at her consciousness the 
day had been strenuous psychologically as well as physically. Within the 
cramped confines of the heavily loaded station-wagon she felt like an animal 
caged in a zoo among predators that thrived on its species. Hank, and to a 
lesser extent Sylvia, was constantly a menace. In her mind's eye a vision of 
his smiling face looking at her through the closing bedroom door was a 
constant hovering presence. And the fact that Hank made no reference, either 
cloaked or overt, did nothing to console her. She could only assume that he 
was keeping quiet as part of a long-range strategy. He was playing with her, 
she was sure, as a cat plays with a mouse it intends at its leisure to kill 
and eat. 

Sylvia was also tired and by midnight even Joe showed enough gall to argue 
with Hank about stopping. But Hank would not be swayed. They would stop in 
the morning in El Paso. They would sleep through the day and then visit 
Juarez that night. In her own near-dream state of fatigue Lucy drew one 
conclusion from his unwavering determination: Whatever Hank had planned for 
her was planned for tomorrow night in Juarez. 

The first light of dawn was creeping up from the east when they passed 
Fabens. Lucy had drifted in and out of uneasy slumber during the last 
several hours of the drive. Sylvia was sleeping peacefully beside her in the 
back seat. Joe, in the front beside Hank, looked like a disk jockey who'd 
finished a week-long marathon of continuous broadcasting. Only Hank Dade was 
still fit, and Lucy was astonished at his energy and stamina, not to mention 
his appetite, when they stopped at a little cafe on the edge of El Paso. 
After breakfast was finished they drove to a motel. Hank woke up the manager 
and rented a couple of rooms. 

Lucy and Joe staggered exhausted into theirs. She stripped off her dress and 
brassiere, letting the garments lie at her feet on the floor, and fell into 
bed. 

Joe got in beside her. His snoring began almost immediately. Sleep overcame 
her but minutes afterward and the next thing she knew it was two in the 
afternoon and Sylvia was beating on their door. She'd brought coffee in 
paper cups from a restaurant across the street. She announced that Hank 
wanted to take Joe for a scouting expedition over to the Mexican side of the 
river. They would come back in the evening and take the women over that 
night. Lucy had her coffee and showered. By the time she got out of the 
bath, Hank had arrived with a bag of hamburgers also from across the street. 
The four of them had lunch in the McClain's room. Then the men said goodbye 
and got up to leave. Lucy watched them go with a feeling almost of relief. 
She knew the time for at least her first trial had come. Since the night 
before last when she'd watched the Dades making oral love she'd managed to 
avoid confronting either of them alone. Now she could only be thankful it 
was Sylvia rather than Hank whom she was obliged to face. 

The two women sat silent for a moment, facing each other across the room. 
After her shower, Lucy had put on a light summer dress which clung teasingly 
to the soft curves of her flesh. Sylvia was attired in the same tight shorts 
and skimpy halter she'd been wearing the day they'd embarked on the trip. 
She was sprawled in the easy chair, while Lucy sat on the edge of the bed. 

"Well. . . " Sylvia sighed after a moment, as though to break the silence. 
She was looking Lucy in the eyes, smiling again in a warm, friendly way. But 
in her dark eyes there was a gleeful twinkle Lucy couldn't quite ignore. 

The young blonde met the more mature woman's gaze for a moment. Then, almost 
absently she let her eyes descend to the voluptuous curves of Sylvia's 
richly tanned body, teasingly exposed by the skimpy halter and tight-fitting 
shorts. Looking at her, she couldn't forget the memory of what she'd seen 
two nights ago when she'd watched Sylvia and Hank making lurid oral love in 
the motel room back in Texarkana. And that memory matched with the air of 
worldly self-confidence Sylvia seemed to exude gave the more innocent female 
the most discomforting sensation of being in the presence of a person who 
was more of a woman than herself. Because she knew Joe was attracted to 
Sylvia, Lucy had disliked her from the beginning. But she had to concede his 
attitude was only natural. Hank Dade's wife exuded a femininity and 
sexuality it would have been impossible for any healthy male to ignore. 

"I guess this is really the first chance you and I have had to be alone," 
Sylvia said. 

"Yes. I guess it is," Lucy nodded. 

"And I think it's long overdue," Sylvia continued. "I think we have things 
to talk about." 

Lucy merely waited in silent resignation. 

"Perhaps a drink would help?" the brunette offered, standing up from the 
chair. 

Again Lucy ventured to gaze up the length of Sylvia's lush, attractive body. 
She wondered idly if this was Hank Dade's scheme, to have Sylvia get her 
drunk while he had Joe with him across the border. 

But now oddly she hardly cared. She felt defeated already, completely 
defenseless and at the mercy of the other couple. And if she were going to 
be shamed and humbled for her own disgraceful action the other night, a 
little alcohol might at least make it easier to endure the ordeal. 

Without waiting further for an answer, Sylvia turned and walked out of the 
room. She returned a few minutes later, bearing a bottle of gin and a small 
bucket of ice, which she explained she'd borrowed from a bar. 

There must be glasses in the bath," she said, setting the ice-bucket down on 
the table and opening the gin. 

Lucy rose obediently and walked into the bathroom and retrieved the two 
small glasses from the sink. Sylvia poured two generous shots over the ice 
and handed one of them to the blonde. Lucy returned to her place on the bed, 
sipping her drink nervously. She grimaced slightly from the burning 
after-taste of the gin, but almost immediately felt the effects of the 
alcohol in her head. 

These are rough times," Sylvia said casually. "I remember how my father used 
to talk about the depression. He went to California then. They moved back 
East during the war. I don't know, I guess Hank and I are a little better 
prepared to deal with it. After all we've been through in our marriage being 
broke and blowing along like this, like being blown along in the wind ... 
it's just another phase. I know things are hard for you and Joe." 

"Yes," Lucy said, then fell silent again. The two women continued to sip at 
their drinks and Sylvia continued to chatter idly, about the recession, 
about their trip, about what they might find when they reached California a 
few days hence. When Lucy had drained her glass Sylvia came over and 
refilled it, then resumed her seat and continued to speak. The young blonde 
was beginning to wonder if her fears about this encounter hadn't been 
completely unfounded. Then Sylvia fell silent for a moment, smiling at her 
in that same warm way, and said point-blank: 

"You and Joe have your share of troubles in bed, don't you?" 

A few moments earlier Lucy would have been prepared for a remark like that. 
But Sylvia's chatter and the alcohol she'd imbibed had lulled her into 
unwariness, and she was completely stunned, incapable of any response but an 
open-mouthed stare. 

"Don't look shocked, honey," Sylvia said lightly. "After all, we are both 
women." 

"But I don't see where you get the right to say that," Lucy blurted 
foolishly, drinking down almost half a glass of gin in hardly more than a 
gulp. 

Sylvia smiled. "You don't? I think you do." 

Red-faced, Lucy stared at the floor. At last she nodded. "You're right. But 
it's still not fair. I know what you're trying to do and it's cruel and 
heartless. It's like kicking a person while they're down. I just wish ... I 
wish you two would never have come into our lives." 

"Maybe we're trying to help." 

"Don't insult my intelligence. We don't need your kind of help. I don't need 
it and Joe doesn't need it either." 

Now Sylvia's smile was superior, condescending. "Honey, we heard you 
fucking." 

Though the revelation came as no surprise, the voluptuous brunette's blunt 
way of saying it caused Lucy to recoil with shame and indignation. 
Desperately in need of support, she rose abruptly and walked to the table 
and poured herself another stiff shot of gin. 

Sylvia looked admiringly at the younger woman's slender inviting body. "And 
you didn't quite make it, did you honey? That night in Louisville?" 

Lucy stared in helpless exasperation down at the other woman. This was 
turning out to be even worse than she'd expected. She felt absolutely 
without defense, stripped of all her dignity and pride. 

At last the young blonde shook her head, her eyes reddening with tears. "No. 
I didn't make it. I never have except...." 

"I know," Sylvia said casually. 

Lucy stared suddenly back at her, going pale at what she'd heard. 

"But I would have made it very easily that night with Joe. I would have made 
it more than once. And you would have made it if Hank had been fucking you 
instead. Hank, as you already know, is a regular trapeze artist in bed. And 
he can go as long as he has to. And you can cum. We both know that." 

"What do you mean?" Lucy gasped, still clinging desperately to the hope that 
Sylvia was referring to something other than what she feared. 

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Sylvia said gently. "Every woman does it 
one time or another." 

"But ... but you knew I was ... ? " 

"Masturbating? Well, it was fairly obvious, unless you were getting off on 
the doorknob." 

"Oh my God," the shattered blonde gasped. Then suddenly an even more 
disturbing thought entered her mind. Joe and Hank might be alone in a bar 
somewhere over in Juarez, speaking at this very minute about precisely the 
same thing, and that would really be more than she could endure. 

"Don't worry," Sylvia soothed, as though she had read Lucy's mind. "Your 
secret is safe with us." She stood up and placed her hand gently to the 
younger woman's cheek. "And think about what I've said. Hank and I can help 
you. We want to help you." 

Leaving the gin on the table, Sylvia said goodbye and left. 

The bottle was half full at six that evening when Joe and Hank got back from 
Juarez. Lucy, completely crushed by Sylvia's revelation that she and Hank 
knew she had been masturbating while she watched them in bed, sat in the 
easy chair the more mature woman had occupied earlier. She didn't even look 
up when her husband came in. She just stared blankly across the room. In her 
hand was an empty glass. 

"That's a whole other world over there," Joe exclaimed enthusiastically. 
"Mexico, right out of the movies or ... " Then, seeing the gin bottle and 
the glazed look on Lucy's face, he let his voice trail off. 

"What the hell's going on here?" 

Lucy lifted her face slowly and looked her husband in the eyes. "Joe," she 
began in a quivering voice, "if you really love me, there's only one thing 
we can do and we have to do it right now." 

"Hunh? What are you talking about?" 

"If you really love me we'll take the last of the money and buy bus tickets 
on to Los Angeles and we will leave, alone, tonight." 

"Are you crazy?" 

"No." 

"But you are drunk." 

"Yes," Lucy sighed. "I'm drunk. Now do you love me or not?" 

"Of course I ... uh ... of course I love you," Joe stammered. "But I'm not 
going to do some damned stupid thing like spending the rest of our money on 
bus tickets when we can ride for free." 

Lucy sighed. She knew it would do no good to argue. She didn't feel like 
arguing any more. Or maybe it was that she didn't really care. 

"All right," the young blonde said, refilling her glass. "But I'm warning 
you: Our marriage will never be the same if we don't leave these awful 
people now, tonight. I know it. I can feel it." 

"What you can feel is alcohol soaking your paranoid brain. You're ruining 
this whole trip and it could really have been fun. Now go wash your face or 
something and try to sober up a little. We're going to Mexico tonight. I 
don't know what the hell it is that's really worrying you anyway." 

Lucy again turned her eyes toward her husband. Now her expression revealed 
only contempt. "I bet you don't, do you." 

The angry young husband cursed under his breath. "If you think there's 
something going on between me and Sylvia, forget it. I've got too much 
respect for Hank." 

Lucy laughed, bitterly, drunkenly. "All right, Joe. Just don't tell me I 
didn't warn you. And you go on with them tonight. I'll stay here and finish 
the gin." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

A small jazz band played outdated dance music on a stage at one end of the 
dance floor. A bar ran the length of the spacious smoke-filled hall. It was 
lined with drinking men-G.I.'s out of uniform, American ranchers in boots 
and Stetson hats, Mexicans in straw sombreros. Most of them were accompanied 
by women, dark-skinned, black eyed and lovely. Before the stage a young 
brown-skinned girl was doing a strip-tease act. Now she was down to her 
brassiere, garter belt, nylons and panties. But few people seemed to notice. 
On the other side of the dance floor a spacious area was populated by wooden 
tables where more men sat drinking with more women like the women at the 
bar. The dance floor was populated with couples, locked in tight embrace 
though the music tempo might have called for more movement and less body 
contact. 

Hank Dade danced with a fourteen year old, who claimed she was a virgin, 
from a village south of Guadalajara. He held her supple body tightly to him, 
rubbing one of his thighs up between her legs as he guided her slowly across 
the wooden floor. She wore a low-cut silk dress that revealed a pair of 
amber-hued breasts that defied her stated age and that was split far up her 
thigh on the side. 

Joe and Sylvia watched from the bar. They were drinking tequila and that, 
coming on top of the beer they'd had with dinner, was having a profound 
effect on his sense of balance. But it did nothing to dull his other senses. 
He could smell the aroma of rich perfume that permeated the air, and out of 
this aromatic melange he could clearly distinguish the musky odor of the 
perfume with which Sylvia had spiced her own shapely body. He was acutely 
aware of her voluptuous breasts, exposed almost to the nipples by the 
low-cut cocktail dress she wore. And he was aware of the lusty sexuality in 
her voice when she spoke: 

"Looks like Hank's decided to get himself a little." She smiled at the 
slight reddening of the younger man's face, as she moved a couple of steps 
closer to him along the bar. "I guess it's my fault Lucy couldn't come 
along. I shouldn't have gone off and left the gin bottle in your room. But I 
didn't think she'd drink that much of it. I just thought a little alcohol 
might help break the ice between us." 

"It's just as well," Joe grunted bitterly. 

Sylvia smiled hungrily up at his face. "What do you mean by that?" 

"She's too up-tight to come to a place like this." He paused, looking around 
the spacious dance hall with a kind of wonder. "They're all whores, aren't 
they?" 

"Every last one of us," Sylvia said with a light little laugh. 

Then her eyes abruptly focused sharply on the dance floor. Joe followed her 
gaze. To his astonishment, he saw that Hank was in the process of peeling 
several one-dollar bills off the roll he carried in his pocket. He counted 
out five of them, handed them to the girl. She smiled and stuffed them into 
her brassiere. He put his arm around her and they walked away, exiting 
through a door off to the right of the stage. 

Joe turned slowly back toward Sylvia. When he saw-that she was still 
smiling, he was hardly able to believe his eyes. Her husband had just gone 
off with another woman, a prostitute, and she didn't even seem to care. 

"Well," Sylvia shrugged, toasting with her salt-rimmed glass. "Looks like 
that leaves just the two of us." She paused, moistening her lips in an 
intentionally seductive gesture, her eyes sparkling mischief. "Fucky-sucky, 
two bucky." 

"Hunh?" Joe croaked, certain he'd misunderstood. 

"That's my recession special. Two dollars. Come on now, don't be a 
cheapskate." 

As Joe stared in disbelief, Sylvia reached behind his back and pulled his 
wallet from his trousers. She opened it and extracted two one-dollar bills 
from the rapidly diminishing roll, two dollars, he was thinking, he couldn't 
really have afforded even if she had been serious. She moved away and leaned 
over the bar to whisper something in the bartender's ear. They both looked 
at Joe. They both laughed. Then she handed the bartender the bills. 

"Come on, lover," Sylvia said, moving back to take him by the arm. "The 
house claimed the whole take but I'll stick to my part of the deal. 

Joe swallowed hard, his cock jerking in his trousers in primal reflex to the 
lewd suggestion. Of course he knew she couldn't be serious, and he was still 
wondering how he was going to get his two dollars back from the bartender as 
she led him across the dance floor and through the door by which Hank and 
the young whore had previously exited. 

They found themselves in a long, dimly lit corridor lined on each side by 
doors. Sylvia still held Joe tightly by his upper bicep, and she was 
pressing her own body disturbingly close to his as they walked along the 
hall. She inspected the numbers above the door, then, reaching the one 
marked. "Ll", she stopped. "Here we are," she said in an even lustier voice. 
The sexy brunette opened the door and ushered the astonished young man 
inside. She found a switch on the wall and turned on a dim naked bulb 
dangling from a cord in the center of a shabby little room furnished with a 
double bed, a single straight-backed chair, and nothing else. 

"It's a whore's cubicle," Joe said with a gulp. "I read about a room like 
this in a book one time." He glanced back at the stark wooden chair, noting 
the wash pan and bar of soap that rested on it. "But I still don't 
understand what we're doing here." 

"What do you think?" Sylvia said teasingly. She pushed the door closed and 
threw the latch, then before Joe could make a move to resist, her arms were 
around his neck, her open mouth covering hungrily over his, her full 
sensuous breasts pressed hard against his chest as she squirmed her 
voluptuous body tightly to his own. 

Joe kissed her back out of sheer reflex, his cock lurching to almost full 
erection in his trousers as she squirmed her thighs against his crotch. His 
hand dropped down between their bodies, covering firmly over the 
voluptuously rounded mound of one of her half-exposed breasts. He was 
gasping for breath, his tongue snaking hungrily into her mouth, his whole 
body trembling with excitement as he almost forgot that the woman in his 
arms was his best friend's wife. 

Then, suddenly realizing the danger of this kind of playing around, Joe 
pulled forcibly free. "Are you crazy?" he gasped through the panting of his 
breath. "I can't take too much of that." 

Sylvia's face was flushed with her own building excitement and her eyes were 
tinted with lust as she stared back at him. Joe was even more naive that she 
thought and it was beginning to look like she was going to have to rape him 
to get the message across. But then it wouldn't be the first time for that 
either. 

"We better get out of here right now," Joe continued doggedly, feeling his 
cock twitch even harder in his trousers in spite of his resolution not to 
let himself get further aroused. 

"You paid for it," Sylvia said teasingly. "Am I going to have to serve it to 
you on a silver platter?" 

"But you're Hank's wife." 

"And Hank is fucking another whore down the hall right now." 

Joe's throat was so constricted he could hardly find the words to speak. 
He'd wanted Sylvia Dade ever since the first time he saw her. She was 
exactly the physical opposite to his own beautiful and innocent wife, sexy 
and free, the perfect piece of variety. And he knew instinctively she had 
none of Lucy's sex hang-ups, which was what made the idea of what she was 
suggesting even more appealing. But he couldn't do it. No matter what Hank 
was doing, Joe didn't have the right to sleep with his wife. 

"That's different," the excited young man said after a moment. "Hank and I 
are friends. What he does is between him and you, but I can't...." 

"Hank doesn't care," Sylvia purred. "Can't you see, this is all part of the 
game. Now come on, don't act like a kid. Come here and kiss me again and 
start getting me ready to fuck." 

Joe started to ask what game she was talking about. Then he forgot about 
that as his eyes trailed slowly over the lush softness of her bare shoulders 
and arms, the full up-thrust swells of her breasts. Then he looked back at 
her lust-flushed face and he knew it was too late to say no. 

A moment later he made his move. He stepped suddenly forward to force his 
lips over Sylvia's mouth, one hand moving again to the lush swells of her 
breasts, the other slipping between their bodies to move up her inner thighs 
and press hard against the flat plane of her cunt on the outside of the 
light cocktail dress. 

"Ooohhh," Sylvia moaned, thrilled by the naive young husband's sudden change 
of attitude. She opened her mouth wide and ovaled her lush hungry lips, 
taking his searching tongue willingly into her mouth as she felt him work 
his hand down into the low neck of her dress to begin to tweak almost 
viciously at the tingling little lust-swollen bud of her nipple. At the same 
time he moved his other hand back down her thighs, seizing the hem of her 
skirt to tug it up into a bundle at her waist, leaving the lower half of her 
body completely naked except for her panties, garter belt and nylons. 

Joe was trembling with the urgency of his own lust, and he could feel his 
cock straining against the constricting tightness of his trousers. The wife 
of the man he so respected and idolized seemed to be melting in surrender in 
his arms and even if what they were doing was wrong it was too late to stop 
himself now. Her breasts were squirming hard against his chest and she 
parted her thighs as he reached between them and pulled aside the crotch 
band of her panties, finding easy access to the naked moistness of her 
lust-heated cunt beneath. 

Then Joe withdrew his lips from the aroused brunette's mouth. He pulled his 
head back, staring wild-eyed at her lust-masked face. Her body was waiting 
to be taken and in a sudden fury of animal aggression he pulled the neck of 
the low dress down off her breasts so that they popped completely into 
freedom out of the half-cups of her brassiere, the nipples visibly 
perforated and swollen to hard mauve points that crested the exposed and 
up-thrust swells. 

Sylvia gave a low sigh of delight as Joe leaned back toward her, stooping 
slightly to take one of her urgently erected nipples in his mouth. His 
tongue whipped over it in hungrily lashing strokes that prompted the little 
nub to peak even harder. 

His other hand remained between her thighs, his marauding fingers hopelessly 
stretching the crotch-band of her panties as he worked feverishly at the 
hair-lined lips of her moistened cunt. He parted the soft folds of her 
flesh, spreading the moisture up and down her lustfully burning slit, then 
cautiously began to probe at the entrance of the still softly resisting 
little orifice. And at the same time he walked her forcibly back to the bed. 
It seemed that once he'd begun he wouldn't stop for anything, but Sylvia had 
been plotting this too long. She had the whole fantasy worked out in her 
mind and she was determined to have her way. And anyway, it was all part of 
the bargain she'd made in the bar. 

"Just a minute," Sylvia gasped as she felt the backs of her thighs touch the 
edge of the bed and she almost lost her balance. She wrapped both her arms 
around his head, cradling his face warmly to her naked breasts, staring down 
through lust-glazed eyes as he kissed and sucked at the tingling bud of her 
nipple. 

Then her face contorted from a slight stab of pain as his outstretched 
middle finger thrust deeper up into the sucking tightness of her cunt. She 
heaved out a low sigh of wantonly building passion, dropping her right hand 
from around his neck down to the crotch of his trousers, pulling desperately 
at the zipper and then reaching in to completely free the fully erected 
hardness of his cock. And as Joe raised his head to gawk at her in excited 
surprise, Sylvia completely freed herself from his arms, pushing his hand 
down away from between her lust-soaked thighs and stepped back to put 
herself completely out of his reach. 

Joe stood beside the bed, his mouth hanging slightly open and his eyes 
bulging wide with his hard cock sticking straight up angry and red from the 
open fly of his trousers. Before him, Sylvia looked like a society woman 
photographed midway through her most thrilling rape. Her breasts stood up in 
full naked freedom over the neck of the black low-cut dress, the pressure of 
the now useless brassiere cups on their rounded undersides pushing them even 
higher. Her cheeks were red, her eyes glazed and narrowed. Her long black 
hair hung gypsy-like over one side of her face. Her skirt was bunched at her 
stomach above the waistband of her tight-fitting panties, and through their 
near transparency the silken black triangle of the hair of her cunt was 
distinguishable. The tops of her dark sheer nylons were moistened by a few 
drops of glistening female lubricant that had dribbled from her cunt and 
down her naked inner thighs. 

'Take it easy, sonny," Sylvia said teasingly. "You don't have to rape me. 
Now lie down on your back on the bed and I'm going to do something for you I 
bet your wife never did." 

Still hardly able to believe what was happening, Joe reclined as Sylvia 
urged him onto his back on the bed. He felt ridiculous lying there with his 
cock sticking fully hard and pulsing out of the fly of his pants, and he 
could only groan in lust as Sylvia dropped to a sitting position beside him 
on the bed and reached down again to take the palpitating shaft of his 
swollen cock in her tenderly experienced hand. 

A low moan of approval rose in Sylvia's throat as she tested the pliancy of 
his pulsating trunk of flesh. Of course it wasn't nearly as big as Hank's, 
but then she'd never seen any man hung as well as her husband and sometimes 
being fucked by someone less incredibly endowed was a pleasant change of 
pace. 

Relishing the younger man's stunned expression, Sylvia clasped his jerking 
cock even tighter, beginning to move her hand slowly up and down in a 
teasing masturbatory motion. She drew the taut-stretched skin as far down 
the shaft as it would go, then peeled it back upward almost over the 
purplish blood-filled cockhead. She clung to his turgid cock tightly, 
basking in satisfaction at his building excitement as she felt his hands 
reach back up over the exposed swells of her breasts. 

Then, as Joe's throbbing cock seemed to distend and thicken from the expert 
manipulations of her hand, she shifted about on the bed and leaned toward 
him, lowering her face slowly toward his loins and hesitating only when her 
lips were poised just inches from the naked head of his up-pointed cock. 

As Joe groaned in anticipation, Sylvia exhaled her breath hotly down over 
his distended rod of flesh and the sensitively pulsating cock-head. A 
twinkle came into her eyes as she watched a little droplet of seminal fluid 
appear suddenly at the slitted opening of the glans, then her tongue darted 
lizard-like from her appetite for the perverse act she was about to perform. 
Joe arched his hips up slightly from the bed and without further hesitation 
Sylvia dropped her face lower and took the whole of his naked cock-head into 
her mouth. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," the half-naked lust-aroused brunette moaned as she 
experienced the strong pungent male taste and tightened her lips down to 
suck more of his desire-bloated cock-shaft into her hot mouth. Her lips were 
cruelly stretched and she reached her hand down into the fly of Joe's 
trousers to cup his sperm-filled balls as she lowered her lips farther down 
the shaft of his lust-surging hardness. Her own temporarily neglected cunt 
was burning almost beyond her ability to endure but she knew that would only 
increase her excitement once she put it back to use, and she continued her 
agile sucking without restraint, gurgling and licking in eager submission as 
Joe began to squirm and hump his buttocks up and down on the bed. 

Then suddenly the adulterous husband could stand the teasing no longer, and 
with a low animalistic groan he reached with both hands to seize Sylvia's 
hair, pulling her face tightly against his loins and thrusting his buttocks 
up in a wild bucking motion to ram the engorged length of his cock all the 
way down her throat. 

Sylvia almost gagged from the hard prodding of his nub-ended cock-head deep 
in the back of her throat. He was plundering her mouth almost as ruthlessly 
as Hank ever had, and she derived a lewd masochistic pleasure from his 
submitting eagerly to his assault as she sensed his building desire, mewling 
and gurgling, bobbing her head swiftly up and down over his loins as she 
gauged the increasing fury of his lust. Then, sensing he was almost ready, 
she reached up to loosen the button at the top of the zipper of his lust. 
Then, sensing he was almost ready, she reached up to loosen the button at 
the top of the zipper of his trousers and in a sudden desperate motion she 
freed his hands from her hair and jerked her face up from his loins, letting 
the saliva-coated shaft of his penis slip from her mouth as she raised 
herself forcibly to a sitting position beside him on the bed. 

Sylvia smiled with satisfaction as Joe frowned at her in anger and 
frustration, his cock springing up and down as he flexed the blood-engorged 
muscle. He looked like a teenager who'd just been cut off after a serious 
bout of petting and she relished the energy he would put into the act of 
fucking once she had that hard cock of his deep up inside her own lustfully 
throbbing vagina. 

"That's enough sucking for two dollars," she purred, her voice quivering 
with the lust welling through her heated loins. 

Sylvia unsnapped her hose from the garter belt and peeled them slowly down 
her thighs, then pulled the little belt along with her tight-clinging 
panties slowly down off the ripeness of her buttocks. Her skirt was still 
bunched precariously at her waist to leave the lower half of her body 
completely naked to Joe's eager view, and in her state of lewd near-undress 
Sylvia's physical contrast to Lucy was all the more pronounced. 

Lucy's body was fragile, virginal. Even stark naked she looked angelic, a 
creature to be treated with a certain respect and care. Her blonde pubic 
hair between her thighs was thick and black, awesomely beautiful. 

Then Sylvia reached behind her back to unzip the dress, pulling it quickly 
down off her body to stand completely naked, looking against the background 
of squalor of the stark little whorehouse room like a voluptuous aristocrat 
gone astray. Joe had been tugging at his own trousers while she was taking 
off her dress and though he still wore his shoes and shirt the trousers were 
pulled down to his knees. Sitting up on the bed he started to unbutton his 
shirt. Then Sylvia was upon him, pushing him down on his back. 

The naked brunette could feel the nerve-ends tingling over her naked flesh 
as she undid the last several buttons of the young man's shirt and parted it 
off his muscular chest. He lay again on his back, looking up at her almost 
dazedly as she leaned down to run her tongue across his work-hardened 
pectorals. Then his hands moved back to the lush voluptuousness of her 
breasts as she lifted one of her knees and planted it beside his pelvis, 
lifting herself into a straddled kneeling position over his prone tense 
body. 

Sylvia whimpered softly deep in her throat as she felt Joe's strong hands 
pawing hungrily at her breasts. Her wanton cock-sucking had whetted her 
desire to a keen raw edge and the sensitive inner folds of her cunt were 
crying out to be touched, to be filled, to feel the plundering friction of a 
cock sticking far up inside her. But still she held back for a moment 
longer, relishing her anticipation as Joe's buttocks jerked beneath her 
naked ass-cheeks and the saliva-slickened hardness of his cock brushed 
teasingly between her thighs. 

She held herself poised above him; reaching down again to take his tautly 
straining instrument of flesh in her hand and guide it straight up toward 
her moistened loins. Then slowly she lowered her buttocks downward, working 
the spongy burning head of his cock slowly up and down the length of her 
hair-lined cunt-slit to further spread the moisture now flowing freely from 
her loins. She sucked in hoarsely from the slight stab of pain as his hard 
cudgel of flesh pressed against the entrance of her tiny orifice. Then as 
just the head of his turgid cock popped up into the tight folds of her 
pussy, she leaned her torso forward; laying her full voluptuous breasts 
lasciviously down over her throat as he again took one of them into his 
mouth. 

"Yes," Sylvia purred as she felt his hard pulsing cock-shaft prodding up 
against the warmth of her faintly resisting pussy. "Yes, come on, fuck me, 
fuck me!" 

Then she gasped, her body stiffening as Joe lifted his buttocks higher off 
the bed and the pressure against her faintly resisting cunt-hole was 
increased. At the same time he bit down hard on the nipple he held in his 
mouth and the two searing sensations seemed to set up a current of 
electricity dancing back and forth between their physical focal points on 
her body. She shuddered as his hands clawed down her back to seize the naked 
round half-moons of her ass. Then he pulled her violently downward, ramming 
his buttocks up at the same time; and she squirmed with sheer delight above 
him as she felt the resistance give way up between her thighs and his 
slashing cock plunged deeper up into her cunt. Again, he bucked upward and 
with a long sliding motion the bludgeoning shaft of his penis surged slowly 
deeper, pushing aside the tight clinging walls of her clasping inner pussy 
until his lust-hardened cock was embedded up inside her to the hilt. 

"Uuuuggghhhhhh!" Joe groaned from the sheer effort and whimpering like a 
cat, her buttocks undulating in wildly circular motions above him to change 
the angle and further increase the intensity of the lust-compelling friction 
of glove-like vaginal tightness around the hardness of his cock. She was 
milking his rock-hard pole of flesh with her pussy in spasmodic and 
maddening clutches, taking complete control and fucking him as if he were 
the object and she the hard and merciless aggressor. 

Then, suddenly determined to exert a little force on his own in this 
illicitly adulterous act, Joe bucked up even harder, driving his pelvis with 
shattering impact against Sylvia's bouncing buttocks. At the same time he 
slid his right hand between their torsos, cupping one of the heaving mounds 
of her breasts and pushing upward with all his might, lifting her almost 
completely up off the bed before he rolled her on her back and landed on top 
of her, his body dropping back down between her still wide-parted thighs and 
his mouth covering hard over her surprised, parted lips. 

He kissed her ruthlessly and hungrily, beginning to lunge savagely against 
her in a series of pile-driving strokes up into the heated tightness of her 
loins. She arched her body up beneath him, sucking his tongue deeply into 
her mouth as he built his movements toward a racking crescendo. 

Then she dropped her head back to the bed, her eyes glossed, her face 
strained taut as she cried out her final wailing surrender: 

"Yes! Cum in me. Cummm in me nnnnnooo-wwwwwww!" 

A moment later it happened. Joe felt his friend's wife tear at the skin of 
his back with her fingernails as she lifted her thighs high up to lock them 
firmly about his flanks, pulling him so tightly against her loins he thought 
she would almost swallow him up inside. The plane of her cunt was presented 
flatly and openly to his ruthless assault, the fissured slit stretched and 
wet as he fucked into her with bulldozing thrusts. Her mouth was open, 
working fish-like, her eyes glazed and her nostrils flared. Her eyes rolled 
up until he could see nothing but the whites, then again found lewd hungry 
focus on his face as she gave out with a sudden squeal of delight and 
dropped her legs down to plant her feet on the bed, bucking up frenziedly 
against him as his cum surged up from the sanctuary of his sperm-swollen 
balls and raced the full length of his bludgeoning cock to spurt in hot 
ceaseless droplets far up into the depths of her belly. 

Beneath him Sylvia was trapped in orgasmic throes, her pussy spasming wildly 
around his ejaculating cock as she basked in the delirium of adulterous 
delight, milking his jerking penis dry until he sagged tired and spent upon 
her. 

Gradually Joe caught up with his breathing as Sylvia relaxed beneath him, 
her breath blowing softly into one of his ears, her hands moving now gently 
over the muscles of his perspiring back. For a few moments longer her 
practiced cunt muscles continued to suck and nibble teasingly at his 
deflating prick. His mind still functioned hazily as a combined result of 
the tequila he'd drunk and his delirium of animal lust. His first thought 
was a profound appreciation of what had just happened, a conscious awareness 
of the fact that he had needed this more than anything else in the world. He 
had needed to prove to himself that he could still satisfy a woman. And he 
had proved it. 

Then he remembered Hank. 

His conscience racked by guilt, Joe withdrew suddenly and rolled on his 
back. Hardly able to come to grips with the probable consequences of what 
he'd done, he stared grimly up at the flaking ceiling. In his consuming 
remorse, the squalor and depressiveness of the little whorehouse cubicle 
closed in on him like prison walls, and as Sylvia lay her hand across his 
chest he stiffened and pushed it angrily away. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

After Joe left with Hank and Sylvia Dade, Lucy went to the manager of the 
motel and borrowed a tray of ice. She fixed herself another stiff gin, 
turned on the television and settled into the easy chair to watch. The 
alcohol had dulled her mind to the extent she felt only depression, not the 
pain she should have experienced. Because Lucy knew deep in her soul that 
her warning to her husband that their whole marriage relationship would be 
irrevocably changed if they didn't rid themselves of the evil influence of 
the Dades had not been an idle threat. She knew it was true, even if she 
wasn't sure how she knew. 

But now she couldn't bring herself to really feel the loss, it was hard for 
her to understand herself, but Joe seemed not to have the slightest glimmer 
of what was realty going on. He thought she was only afraid of something 
happening between him and Sylvia. Perhaps she was, but that was the least of 
her worries. And She was vexed by the fact that her young husband was so 
naive and self-secure to even consider the other side of the coin. It still 
hadn't occurred to him that Hank was also interested in her, or that Hank, 
in some perverse and self-destructive fashion, might even held a lurid 
fascination for her. 

Sylvia drank a couple of gins down slowly and watched some boring television 
shows. Then she got up and turned the set off, and for a few moments paced 
restlessly around the room. The alcohol seemed to have further numbed her 
emotionally. But her nerves were on edge, and she was in a state of almost 
hypersensitivity. The heat of the night seemed almost unbearable. It was a 
desert heat, like nothing she'd ever experienced back in Pennsylvania, and 
her loose dress was damp with perspiration. 

Deciding she would be cooler in just her brassiere and panties, Lucy 
unbuttoned the dress and pushed it from her shoulders. She quickly found 
that near nudity still did very little to make her less uncomfortable from 
the heat, but the exposure of her body to herself in her isolation in the 
lonely room did have a psychological effect. It made her feel sensuous, 
ultra-conscious of her unfulfilled sexuality, and perhaps because of the 
alcohol she decided she might as well go one daring step further and take 
off her brassiere. 

As she reached up behind her back and loosened the snap, then worked the 
straps down off her arms, Lucy wondered momentarily if she hadn't made a 
mistake by not going with the others tonight. If Joe was going to plunge 
blindly deeper into his involvement with the Dades in spite of all her 
warnings, then there was nothing she could do to stop him. Things hadn't 
been that good between them anyway, so now with the influence of the alcohol 
she was able to ask herself why they shouldn't try something new. That 
question only served to remind her of what had happened two nights ago back 
in Texarkana and the memory had a strange effect on her near-naked body. As 
she shed the brassiere straps off her shoulders and arms to completely free 
her breasts, she felt the first warning tingles down between her legs that 
indicated that instead of merely regretting what had happened she was being 
excited by the recollection. 

Then suddenly Lucy felt the compulsion to be completely naked. She stood up 
from the bed, looking down at her slender torso and the full nipple-peaked 
swells of her firm young breasts standing up completely without the need of 
artificial support. Her breasts glistened in the dim light with the thin 
beading of perspiration that coated her body, and as she rolled the 
waistband of her panties slowly down over her tightly rounded buttocks the 
gnawing need in her loins only grew more pronounced. 

She studied her supple naked form in the mirror for a moment, then sighed 
and reclined on her back on the bed. She let her eyes gently close and 
extended her arms and legs out in a spread-eagled fashion. Both her armpits 
and her inner thighs were completely open to the hot air, but the openness 
made her feel now surprisingly good on a purely physical level. She found 
something very comforting in the idea of being able to lie here completely 
naked without being disturbed by anyone. She knew Joe and the others would 
probably be drinking or carousing around Juarez until very late. But as far 
as she was concerned the later they stayed the better. She didn't even want 
to see her husband now. And in spite of the lusty sensuality of her mood, 
the idea of having him pawing around on the lush curves of her flesh like an 
eager over-sexed teenager was the last thing she would have wanted. 

As Lucy began to relax, her mind began to drift, and lying naked and 
spread-eagled with her eyes closed she found herself drifting quickly into a 
dream-like state of consciousness. She let her thoughts move hazily though a 
series of surreal recreations of the shocking series of episodes she'd been 
through since this crazy trip began, and oddly now she found the memories 
hardly even disturbing. 

She found herself wondering what Hank Dade would think if he could see her 
now, lying here like this in naked and open surrender. In spite of her 
loathing for him, she was secretly flattered by her knowledge that he wanted 
her so very much, and the thought of making him want her even more was now 
perversely appealing. 

Then without really thinking of what she was doing, Lucy moved her hands 
slowly down over her firm naked breasts. She cupped them tightly, 
languishing in the teasing sensation of the friction of her palms over the 
hardened buds of her nipples. She rolled her hands slowly back and forth, 
tweaking the ripe pink points of flesh to a state of tingling rigidity, her 
breasts rising and falling visibly as her breathing began to increase. 

She left one hand on her breasts, the palm covering one nipple while her 
middle finger reached across her generous cleavage to tease and fondle the 
other. Then her left hand moved slowly down across her flat belly, the 
contact with her satiny flesh creating a magnetism of unfulfilled desire as 
it ventured closer and closer to her loins. Again she recalled the sheer and 
unprecedented delight of her self-inflicted orgasm the night she had peeped 
at Hank and Sylvia Dade, and she drew in a deep quivering breath as her 
fingertips glided down into the soft blonde strands of the hair of her cunt, 
brushing lightly over the curling ends so she derived a strange sexual 
tickle from the feather-like strokes. 

Then her hand moved lower, down across the crest of her pubic mound and her 
tingling clitoris, on down along one of her inner thighs almost to the knee. 
She paused for a moment, sighing deeply as she continued to fondle and tease 
her nipples with her other hand. She stroked back up her inner thighs along 
the taut sensitive tendons, clawing gently with her fingernails as they 
moved ever closer to her naked young body's center of physical sensuality. 

"Oooooohhhhhhh," Lucy purred softly to herself as her fingertips found 
contact with the lust-dilated lips of her pussy. A few drops of moisture 
already glistened like dew in the silken hair that lined them, and she could 
physically sense the moisture seeping freely just inside the hair-lined 
crevice. She was already wildly excited and she knew that if she had really 
been serious about masturbating again she could have inserted her finger 
immediately. But her intention still was only to tease herself to help pass 
the time until she fell asleep, and instead she moved her other hand down 
and cautiously parted the tingling lips of her lust-hungry pussy, spreading 
them out wide until she could feel the warm air caress softly into the 
sensitively aroused little opening. 

Now Lucy was slipping into a genuine dream-state of consciousness, her mind 
spinning with the alcohol she'd drunk and with the lurid erotic images that 
occupied her. The wanton self-caress was stimulating her almost beyond 
belief and she was possessed of a sensitivity she'd never known before. She 
was exciting herself even more easily than she had the night she'd 
masturbated while watching Hank Dade perform cunnilingus as his wife sucked 
his penis to orgasm, and gradually an idea began to form in her mind: 

By just the manipulation of her hand on her vagina, she could masturbate 
herself again to climax. The possibility was there and all she had to do was 
to act. And in her present psychological state she could see no clear reason 
why she should deny herself what her body so desperately craved. 

Then with a sudden whimper of surrender she yielded to temptation and 
suddenly pointed the middle finger of her right hand straight up toward the 
throbbing bud of her burning little clitoris. She had made up her mind and 
now she was determined to carry through with her shameless scheme. She 
wanted this one time to have an orgasm that was free and complete, totally 
fulfilling, and something she would have to answer for to no one but 
herself. 

The aroused blonde's naked body jerked in a sudden spasm of delight as her 
extended finger found contact with her pinkly swollen little clitoris. A 
stream of running sensation climbed up her spine and the delicate little 
nerve-end swelled suddenly even harder as her prodding finger twitched 
lightly and teasingly across it. Each time she touched the little bud of 
flesh the sensation became greater and even more demanding, and slowly Lucy 
began to writhe on the bed, simulating the rhythm of sexual intercourse as 
her fingers again spread her hair-lined vaginal lips and she worked her long 
middle digit slowly up into her lust-tortured loins. 

Lucy's vagina was already so freely moistened that her burrowing finger met 
almost no resistance. The extended digit dipped uninhibited up into the 
hungrily gaping little mouth of her cunt, the elastic-like circle of flesh 
parting easily as the walls of her incited pussy seemed to be trying to suck 
her whole hand up inside. It felt so good, so warm and soft and wet, and the 
slickly moist flesh clung tightly around her probing digit until she'd 
penetrated all the way to her knuckle up inside the warm inner tightness of 
her womb. 

Lucy seemed to hang on pins and needles as the devastating sensation of the 
illicit physical contact rippled out over her lustfully writhing body. Her 
nerves were charged, her burning flesh demanding to be touched. Yet as the 
physical sensation increased, her thoughts became more hazy, her mind almost 
going blank. It felt so good that she momentarily forgot to move her hand. 
She even forgot the purpose of her lewd action and was merely content to 
bask in the simple joy of the contact itself, losing sight of the ultimate 
objective she'd wanted to attain. And as she relaxed completely in her naked 
and peaceful splendor, she slipped slowly off to sleep. 

Then, her finger still embedded deeply up inside her loins, her body still 
prone and naked in a posture that invited sexual intercourse, Lucy began to 
dream. 

She was riding in the front seat of the station wagon with Hank Dade. She 
was naked and it was vey warm. She was in a state of lassitude that made it 
impossible for her to move to try to retrieve her clothes. Behind the 
steering wheel Dade was dressed in his usual Hawaiian shirt and trousers, 
but his fly was open and his penis was sticking out, thrust straight up in 
the air almost to the windshield in the most obscenely pulsing erection Lucy 
had ever imagined. Then she looked at his face and he winked at her. 

Without transition, Lucy found herself out of the car. They were on the mall 
before the Howard 

Johnson's restaurant where they'd stopped back in Pennsylvania. She lay on 
her back on the pavement, naked and spread-eagled. Hank Dade stood over her, 
leering down with the most lecherous smile she had ever beheld. Now his 
penis, though still fully erect, was pointed down at her face. As she tried 
to cringe back along the pavement it followed her with its aim. It sought 
her out like a divining rod seeking underground water and there was no way 
she could escape the gaze of that all-seeing eye of the little slitted glans 
at the tip. 

Then the pavement beneath her back became soft. She was lying on green 
grass. Hank Dade was on his knees between her wide-spread thighs. He held 
the menacing hardness of his cock in his hands and he was stroking up and 
down along the astonishing length and thickness of the blood-engorged shaft. 
He was smiling diabolically down at her surrendered body, and the glint of 
lust in his eyes was devilish. Lucy tried to scream and no sound would come 
to her lips. She tried to move and found she did not have the will. She 
might as well have been tied to a bed. Her body was completely spread-eagled 
and open, defenseless no matter what he wanted to do to her. 

Then as Lucy watched in spellbound horror, Hank leaned slowly over her body. 
Her blurred vision found focus on the gigantic cock-head extending slowly 
toward her naked soft-haired loins. The shaft was almost as thick as her own 
slender thighs and the veins stood out from the taut-stretched skin as 
though they would burst. The rubbery head of flesh looked thick and menacing 
as a boxing glove, ready to knock her unconscious with the force of its 
obscene and evil lust.. 

"Oooohhhh!" Lucy cried out loud in terror as the cock suddenly distended 
even larger, the enormous knob-like head thrusting suddenly upward against 
her loins though Hank Dade had not moved the rest of his body and looked 
indeed small and far away, now dwarfed by the redwood like trunk out of his 
bushy-haired loins. She blinked. For an instant she actually opened her 
eyes, glimpsed the gray ceiling of the El Paso hotel room where she lay. But 
the nightmare was too compelling; she slipped relentlessly back into sleep, 
her body shuddering at a sudden fierce contact of hard cock-flesh against 
her vagina. 

Oh my God, she thought. She was really going to be ripped apart at the 
seams! She would be damaged forever, no longer of any use to her husband or 
any other man, just when she was beginning to think she might someday be 
able to enjoy sex. 

And then the blunt cudgel of flesh plunged suddenly up into her cunt. And it 
was no longer an over-sized pole but an exquisite instrument of pleasure, 
working and worming gently deeper up into her lust-heated vagina, scraping 
teasingly back and forth over the tender-little bud of her clitoris, driving 
her suddenly almost to the very brink of ecstasy. 

Then Lucy opened her eyes. The motel room door opened and Hank Dade stepped 
through and came toward the bed. 

"Well look at this. Don't think I ever saw anything so nice in my life." 

Lacy blinked. It took her a split-second to grasp the fact that this was no 
longer a dream. It was really happening. Hank Dade was really in the room 
and it really was El Paso, Texas, and she was lying naked on the bed, her 
hands covering her vagina, one of her fingers thrust all the way to her 
knuckle up into the pulsating softness of her lewdly aroused cunt. 

"W-what are you doing here?" Lucy asked dazedly, lacking the presence of 
mind to even move to cover her naked body. 

"You're husband is fucking my wife for two dollars in a whorehouse over in 
Juarez. I figured there might be tension among our little group unless I 
came over here and evened things out." 

Hank Dade took the roll of bills from his pocket and peeled off two of them 
and pitched them onto the bed. It occurred to him he was splurging an awful 
lot of money on women tonight, considering the state of his finances. But 
from the looks of this hot little blonde she was going to be well worth it. 
This was going to be easier than he'd expected. She wasn't even making a 
move to try to escape. She was just lying there naked, ! waiting for him. 

Lucy watched the two green dollars flutter down to land beside her on the 
bed. Dumbly she tried to comprehend what Dade had said. He'd said of course 
that Joe was making love to his wife Sylvia across the border in Mexico. 
That didn't surprise her. Oddly, it hardly seemed to matter after the 
argument they'd had and the warning with which she'd sent her husband off 
this evening. In her hazy mental state she was barely able to comprehend 
what was happening. She only felt that whatever it was it was the 
inevitable. It had been irrefutably decided when Joe had turned down her 
plea that he take her on the bus and get away from the people who were going 
to so corrupt her morals. It was predestined. And perhaps it always had 
been, ever since the night Joe first met Hank and Sylvia Dade. 

Then the naked blonde's eyes widened as Hank Dade unbuttoned his shirt and 
pulled it off his broad, hairy shoulders. She'd seen him naked before, but 
that time he was in bed with his wife and she'd been secure in the knowledge 
that she'd had nothing to fear physically from him. But now he was alone 
with her, and she was naked and defenseless, as incapable of making a move 
to resist as she had been moments ago in her lurid erotic dream. 

Lucy watched the shirt flutter to the floor, watched him kick off his 
loafers and unbuckle his belt. Then he unbuttoned his pants and let them 
drop straight to his ankles from around the heavy swell of his belly, and a 
little moan of excitement and fear burst spontaneously to her lips as she 
saw the enormous tenting of his jockey shorts from his erect cock looming up 
like a pole beneath them. A moment later he jerked the jockey shorts down 
and stepped out of his trousers, and she was confronted with the whole 
length of his cock pointed straight up from his loins in all its nakedly 
erected magnificence. 

Lucy didn't move. And she didn't say a word. Her mind was completely 
possessed by the sight of his enormous instrument of flesh. It wasn't as big 
as in the dream but it still looked inhumanly large. It stood out almost 
straight from his body, threatening and purple, so big it made her tremble 
at just the thought of having to actually take it into her cunt. But she 
wanted it, Sinful and perverse and suicidal as that might be, she knew she 
had to have it. And perhaps it was just this sense of the inevitable that 
had been the source of her original resentment of their fellow travelers. 

"Like that, kid?" Hank Dade asked in a voice of triumph, running his hand 
over the bulbous glistening head of his cock, bending the shaft downward and 
then releasing it to spring up with a vulgar slap against the overhang of 
his belly. 

"Don't make it harder for me," Lucy begged weakly, recognizing in her own 
words acknowledgement of her willing surrender. 

"You do want it, don't you?" he gloated as if to rub it in. "You've wanted 
it ever since the first time you saw it. 

Her face flushed with shame, her hand still planted firmly between her 
parted thighs on the pulsing surface of her cunt, Lucy could only nod in 
affirmation. 

"Say it," Hank commanded, again seizing his cock and tugging the foreskin 
back and forth several times over the nakedly spongy cock-head. "Say it!" 

Lucy sensed that Dade was capable of giving her the complete satisfaction 
she'd never enjoyed with her less-experienced and less-aggressive husband. 
And that was what she had to have, even if it demanded her complete 
humiliation and degradation. 

"Yes," she whimpered at last. "Yes. I want it." 

"And you're gonna get it, kid. Soon as I'm ready to give it to you." 

Not daring to even imagine what the stallion-endowed gorilla of a man meant 
by that, Lucy waited trembling as he walked naked toward the bed. Her eyes 
were transfixed by the sight of his pulsing cock as he climbed up onto the 
foot of the bed and assumed a kneeling position between her still 
wide-parted legs. 

Relishing the sensuous blonde's cringing surrender, Hank reached out to cup 
his hands over her firm lust-swollen breasts, squeezing them almost cruelly 
as he massaged and teased them in appreciation of their tightly vibrant 
pliancy and firmness. Then he moved his hands down over her narrow rib cage 
and smooth flat belly to seize her wrists still lying just at the top of her 
parted thighs. In a forcible motion he pulled them upward, pinning them 
almost violently above her head, arching her breasts even higher to increase 
her sense of her utter vulnerability, and exposing completely to his leering 
gaze the lip-parted opening of her naked young pussy. 

"Holy fucking Christ!" Dade leered down between her thighs, now held 
forcibly spread by the position of his firmly planted knees. Then he 
released her arms and before Lucy even realized what he was doing he slipped 
his arms under her legs and lifted, doubling them back until her knees were 
practically jackknifed to her breasts, leaving the blonde-haired mound of 
her pubis and her lewdly moistened cunt-slit completely open and helpless 
before his leering eyes. 

Lucy could feel the juices of her seething vaginal passage flowing even more 
freely as she realized what Hank was going to do. His face was just inches 
from her upturned buttocks and she could feel his breath blowing hotly into 
the crevice between them. The strain on her legs was almost unbearable and 
her body was stretched to the limits of its elasticity, the naked hair-lined 
slit of her cunt pulled open and helpless by the strain on her legs. The 
fire in her pussy was burning completely out of control and she felt shamed 
and humiliated beyond her wildest dreams. But she knew it was too late to 
save herself and retreat back into the past. She had to have it. 

Hank Dade took a deep breath, staring with diabolic delight down at the 
pink-moistened cunt-lips exposed before his face. This little bitch was 
really screaming with lustful passion and he was going to show her a few 
things she'd never experienced in her life. He'd been dreaming of this 
moment ever since that dim-witted young husband of hers had shown him her 
picture that first night they'd met in the bar. 

The domineering middle-aged man relished his imminent conquest for a last 
exquisite instant, then crawled quickly forward up over Lucy's jackknifed 
body, dropping his face toward her naked torso to take the already rigidly 
erected top of one of her quivering nipples into his mouth. He sank his 
teeth hard into the sensitive flesh, the sheer pain and sensation sending an 
electric thrill darting all through the virginal blonde's helplessly 
pinioned body. 

"Ooooooh!" Lucy cried out as he bit down hard again. She was aroused like 
she'd never been in her life and she trembled in gleeful masochistic delight 
as Dade kissed and sucked and nibbled at her swollen breasts, moving from 
one of them to another until both her nipples were tingling hard before he 
began to trail a stream of kisses and love-bites down her soft flat belly 
toward the silken blonde triangle of hair at her cunt. 

His arms still held her knees pinioned back toward her shoulders and she 
could do nothing but tremble in anticipation as his hot slavering lips 
ventured closer and closer to the open-splayed cunt-flesh that was his goal. 
She knew he was going to lick her. She'd known it ever since he first pushed 
her legs back to place her in this humiliatingly helpless position, and she 
was suspended in an instant of time when her desperate anticipation made 
everything else stand still. She wanted it now. She longed for the moment 
when his mouth would finally make contact with her lewdly excited young 
cunt, and if it had not been for her resigned certainty that there was no 
way to escape even if she'd wanted to, the last few seconds of waiting would 
probably have been more than she could bear. 

Then suddenly Hank ducked his head down again toward her naked hips. Once 
more she felt his breath caress over the open-splayed lips of her lewdly 
dilated cunt. Then his tongue flicked out of his mouth and she almost passed 
out from the maddening electric current of erotic sensation as she felt its 
wet slavering softness lick right up along her lust-burning little orifice. 

"Ooooohhhh!" Lucy moaned in abandoned delight as she felt his slavering 
tongue tip caress up against the swollen little bud of her clitoris nestled 
so daintily at the top of her hot pussy slit. Hank drew back several inches, 
contemplating the visibly erected little bud with salacious anticipation. 
Then he opened his mouth and hungrily sucked it in between his lips, biting 
his teeth down over the twitching little nub so hard Lucy cried out. 

The nakedly jackknifed blonde was almost going out of her mind from the 
sensation down between her forcibly pinioned thighs. Her hands instinctively 
reached out to seize his hair and she clung to it in desperation, holding 
his face tight up against her loins as though she would never let him go. 
She didn't want him to stop. Nothing had ever felt so incredibly pleasing as 
this and she thought if she quit now her spirit would fly from her body and 
she would die naked in this bed of the sheer frustration of it all. 

Hank's tongue tweaked wildly over the miniature phallus-shaped clit, pulling 
it greedily into his mouth and nibbling at it mercilessly with his teeth. He 
worked and lashed his agile tongue fiercely over the little nerve-end, and 
beneath him the aroused young blonde began to jerk her hips in violent 
humping spasms of delighted response. As he continued his merciless oral 
assault he moved his hands back up her body, cupping over the quiveringly 
naked mounds of her breasts to fondle and maul them until she thought they 
would be bruised by his brutal hands. 

Lucy was really beginning to lose her inhibitions now. Her body was almost 
cramped from the painful position she'd been forced to assume and yet she 
knew the complete opening of her loins made it only easier for Hank to give 
her the exquisite pleasure she so desperately craved, and she made no effort 
to free herself from his grasp. She bucked her hips in wild little 
contortions in time to the slavering of his tongue up and down the length of 
her moistly parted cuntal opening. She flailed her head from side to side, 
her eyes glazing over with her lustful passion, her lips curling back over 
gritted teeth as she struggled to endure and survive the enchanting and 
humiliating ordeal. 

Then Hank's mouth opened wider and he trailed the saliva spreading 
limberness of his tongue lower, licking right down over the tight elastic 
opening of her cunt until she wanted to beg him to thrust it up inside the 
warm tight little crevice. Cruelly he held back, teasing her to a pitch of 
delirium as he savored gourmet-like the pungent tastes and smells of her 
loins. He used his biceps to hold her legs in place, resting almost all the 
weight of his body on her bent back thighs, and brought his hands back down 
between her buttocks to spread her golden-hair-lined lips completely apart 
to his gaze. He stared into the gaping hole of her cunt as if through a 
window on infinity, holding back as long as he could. 

Then at last he plunged, swift and vicious, his tongue shooting straight up 
into the moist sheath-like opening of her loins. As Lucy cried out in sheer 
shocked abandon, he began to lick swiftly in and out of the pinkly dilated 
hole, simulating the plundering of a hard erected cock with the limber 
softness of his tongue. 

A stream of delirious pleadings issued from Lucy's lips as Hank's ravaging 
tongue skewered in and out of the velvety inner softness of her cunt. Still 
holding her knees pinioned in place, he brought one of his hands downward 
and began to massage and claw brutally at the hopelessly stretched cheeks of 
her ass. 

The sensuous thrills racing through Lucy's loins and breasts had taken 
complete possession of her body and mind and she cried out her assent as 
Hank intensified his oral ministrations to her lust-seething little cunt. 
Then suddenly he pulled his tongue out of her vagina and without giving Lucy 
the slightest warning he trailed it swiftly straight down over the little 
membrane at the back of her cuntal slit to dip right into the tight-puckered 
little hole of her anus. 

"Oooohhhh!" Lucy whimpered in astonishment at the unnatural sensation. Good 
Lord, what was he doing down there anyway? It was a question she couldn't 
have attempted to answer, but whatever it was sent unprecedented chills of 
shivering magnificence running up and down her spine. His tongue was like a 
snake striking the sacred fruit of the most forbidden orifice of her body 
and the lurid visions that flashed through her mind as it slithered right up 
into her bizarrely excited rectum made her face turn red with shock. 

As Hank continued his weird assault on the tasty little opening of Lucy's 
rectum her voluptuous young body shook almost beyond control. She was really 
going out of her mind and he knew that already she would be perfectly 
willing to repay the homage he was so ruthlessly forcing on her. Then, 
licking one last time up along the slit of her momentarily neglected cunt, 
Hank suddenly pulled his head free from between her thighs and twisted 
quickly around on all-fours to face the opposite direction on the bed, his 
legs straddling Lucy's face so that his stallion-sized penis was pointed 
straight down toward her mouth as he again plunged his face between her 
loins to take a hungry nibble at the witching little bud of her clitoris. 
Then, his voice muffled by the wet cavern of her cunt, he presented the 
confused and aroused young housewife with the most blunt and shocking 
command she'd ever been given in her life: 

"Suck it." 

Lucy realized that she should never have expected something for nothing from 
the--likes of Hank Dade. But she hadn't been planning on this. Now Hank's 
giant cock was so close to her face she could have reached up and kissed it, 
and as an added bit of insult a little glistening droplet of seminal fluid 
oozed from the tip and landed right on the end of her nose. Then, as she lay 
hesitantly contemplating the enormous cock-shaft that was about to violate 
her virgin mouth, Hank Dade lost patience completely, lunging his buttocks 
down to drive his glistening mushroom-shaped cock-head straight down between 
her lips, his body weight shoving his bulbous cock-head past her softly 
parted lips to drive it down the length of her tongue, all the way to the 
back of her throat. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Lucy gagged. For a moment she thought she would choke to death right on the 
spot She reached up with her hand to grab the shaft of the enormous male 
hardness that was so cruelly stretching her virginal lips. She squeezed this 
massive cock-shaft as tightly as she could and pushed upward with all her 
might, but to no avail. Then, just when she thought she would choke, Hank 
raised his hips and withdrew the thickly throbbing cudgel until only the 
sharp-tasting head remained between her open lips. With a little added 
effort, she pushed it the rest of the way out and gasped to catch her 
breath. 

Take a little getting used to," Hank said down between her own wide-spread 
thighs. I'll go a little easier this time." 

Thank you," Lucy replied with genuine gratitude, realizing she'd reached the 
moment of truth of her whole short life. Between her legs Hank had resumed 
his own wanton licking and sucking, but she knew he wouldn't keep it up for 
long if she didn't replay him in kind. Still she hesitated a moment longer 
before cautiously reaching out with her tongue to lick abjectly over his 
purplish cock-head and into the slitted little glans at the tip. She felt 
the rubber-like thickness of flesh twitch in her hand, seeming to jerk to 
even greater size, and using the technique she'd witnessed with Sylvia as a 
model, she ovaled her soft young lips and prepared to try again at the 
seemingly impossible task of actually sucking his enormous cock in her 
mouth. 

Lucy waited for the fluttering sensations in her loins and belly to build 
toward a peak as Hank continued swirling his tongue deeper and deeper into 
her hungrily accepting cunt. Again she flicked her tongue from her mouth, 
spreading her own saliva over the thickly rounded cudgel-head of his cock, 
teasing it with an intensity of raw tantalizing sensation. 

Then she ovaled her full lips, holding her mouth open wide and slavering her 
tongue along the sensitive underside of his spongy cock-head, until Hank 
suddenly lunged downward in another shattering mouth-skewering thrust. 

Out of sheer instinct Lucy again tried to fight this lewd and most intimate 
invasion, closing her jaws tightly over the swollen phallus as the 
relentless pressure continued. She licked and rolled her tongue desperately 
around her mouth and pressed her head hard down in the softness of the bed 
in retreat. 

But still his gigantic cock kept ramming deeper and deeper down the length 
of her tongue, the pungent male odor and taste whetting her appetite in 
masochistic titillation until finally she shoved her head back up to plunge 
her lips almost all the way down the length and thickness of his rigidly 
erected cock-shaft. Deep in the tender orifice of her loins, she felt an 
almost instantaneous rewarding of her efforts as Hank swirled his tongue in 
a wildly stimulating circle around the hotly clasping ring of inner vaginal 
flesh, and she responded like a salivating Pavlovian dog, no longer even 
pretending to hold back. 

Lucy's mouth became a wanton instrument of pleasure. She took Hank's cock 
into the most liquidly heated depths of her throat with a passion and fervor 
that astonished even him. She nibbled and scraped with her tiny little 
teeth. She sucked furiously and hungrily as a milk-starved child. She mewled 
and whimpered out around the hairy base of his lust-hardened shaft of flesh, 
hungering finally even for the obscene ejaculation of the hot salty cum he 
could already feel building almost to the bursting point deep down in the 
sperm-bloated balls. 

At the same time Hank continued the wild thrusting of his tongue in and out 
of her seething loins and the gluttonous nibbling of his teeth over the 
quivering little bud of her clitoris, and from the bucking and tossing of 
her nakedly pinioned body he realized she was already nearing the final 
flood of orgasmic climax. Her body was readily coming to life and she had 
become fully accustomed to his thick shaft of hardened cock-flesh surging in 
and out of her ruthlessly violated mouth. Her tongue worked frenziedly 
around his bludgeoning cock-head, whipping it eagerly toward final explosion 
as his massive penis stretched and throbbed, almost choking her with each 
racking thrust to the depths of her aching throat. 

Lucy's shame and humiliation were almost obliterated by her own lascivious 
anticipation as also she sensed Hank's rapidly approaching climax. Her own 
body had completely betrayed her in a flurry of salacious excitement and her 
lust-hungry belly seemed to take flight into a world of fluttering 
magnificence she never before dreamed could have existed. 

Then suddenly and almost simultaneously the two of them began their mutual 
rushes to final release. Lucy's head bobbed up faster and faster, 
subserviently slavering her hotly sucking lips up and down the length of his 
distended and inflated shaft of flesh. She ground and undulated her loins 
savagely up against Hank's face, her cunt nipping hungrily at his still 
endlessly licking and thrusting tongue. The rapid humping of his naked 
buttocks above her face were building rapidly to a crescendo and she was 
almost smothered under his hairy loins as he slapped down heavily against 
her buried face. 

She was almost there and every nerve-end fiber of her being had become 
suddenly hypersensitive to the depraved ravishment of her eager young body. 
She experienced a fantastic surge of ripping sensation coursing through her 
loins with devastating eroticism. She cried out in joy and suffering as Hank 
slammed his cock all the way to the back of her steaming throat, then she 
soared almost out of herself as his tremendous cock swelled finally to full 
size and the tip seemed to explode like a cannon into her defenseless mouth. 

Hank's hot load of cum came gyrating up the length of his convulsing cock in 
an eruption of sheer energy and power that Lucy had never dreamed possible, 
and the suddenly splashing deep in her throat caught her by complete 
surprise. The great droplets burst forth in a hotly flooding current and 
with the first white-hot spurts her mouth seemed completely filled with his 
viscous semen. Yet the continued twitching of his hard surging shaft warned 
her Hank's orgasm was just beginning. She had no choice but to swallow and 
she opened her throat wide, gulping down the pungent heat of his thickly 
gushing sperm as rapidly as she could. She was being flooded and inundated 
and she had no choice but to try to suck him dry. 

Yet even this added indignation did nothing to stop the cycle of 
passion-soaked release that had begun in her own body. Her cunt-muscles were 
spasming with a frenzy of excitement around Hank's still hungrily slavering 
tongue. Her whole nakedly pinioned body was cringing and writhing in a 
fervor of joyous orgasmic abandon, the juices of her climax flooding out in 
a scalding torrent that almost matched the ceaseless ejaculation of semen in 
her mouth, the liquid secretions spilling freely from the dilated lips of 
her cunt to run wetly down the wide-spread crevice of her buttocks and bathe 
the clenching crack of her ass as the fury of their perfectly timed orgasms 
rose to a crescendo of splendor and uncontrollable bliss. 

Then it was over. Hank felt Lucy's body sag beneath him. Her ravaged pussy 
contracted one last time around his tongue and she dropped her head back 
onto the bed to let his deflating cock slip from between her cum-slickened 
lips. He raised himself up on all-fours, peering back between his own legs 
to observe the look of contentment on her passion-spent face, feeling a 
faintly responsive twitch in his now almost limp cock as he noted the little 
droplets of sperm that still clung to the corners of her voluptuously 
bruised mouth. Then he shifted about on the bed so he faced the other 
direction, and as Lucy smiled weakly and gratefully up at him, he reached 
down to her narrow flanks and rolled her forcibly onto her belly. Then 
before she could move to resist he dropped heavily down on her back, the 
weight of his body pinioning her on her belly as the limber length of his 
penis began to grow hard again, distending slowly up her inner thighs toward 
the naked cushions of her helplessly proffered ass-cheeks. 

Still in a state of orgasmic delirium Lucy could hardly even comprehend what 
was happening. She'd been too dazed to resist as Hank rolled her on her 
stomach, and though she was embarrassed to be placed in this even more 
humiliating position with her buttocks completely turned up toward him, she 
derived a strange sensation of comfort from the weight of his warm body 
settled down on her naked behind. Then, as she felt his cock beginning to 
grow hard again up between her thighs, she realized what he had in mind and 
her eyes opened wide with shock and fear at the lewdly inspiring revelation. 

He was going to fuck her. After everything she had already been through he 
still wasn't satisfied. He was going to have her body completely. To add to 
her shame he was going to take her from behind in the humiliating 
dog-fashion position, and she experienced a sudden fluttering of her 
heartbeat as she recalled again the awesome fact that she was still going to 
have to take his whole massive cock up inside her vagina. 

"Oh my God," Lucy whimpered, staring fearfully back over her shoulder at 
Hank's gloating face. His appetite was insatiable and she could feel his 
over-sized cock twitching this very minute almost to full erection between 
her soft thighs. She thought she had been spared but now she knew there was 
no escape from the thing that had held for her such dreadful fascination 
ever since the trip began. And yet even this seemed fitting after everything 
else that had happened. And if she were injured beyond repair she knew she 
would have no one to blame but herself-and Joe. 

"Make it hard," Hank grunted in hoarse command. 

"Use your hand and make it hard." 

"It is hard," Lucy mewled, reaching obediently back beneath her body and up 
between her legs to seize the thick shaft of his already fully erected cock, 
feeling it seem to jerk to even more frightening size from the tantalizing 
contact. She stroked with eerie wonder up and down the taut flesh of his 
monstrously hard penis, again experiencing an almost nauseating twinge of 
terror as she imagined that massive pole of flesh actually ripping up inside 
her tender little cunt. But now her desire over-rode her fear and to even 
Hank's astonishment she guided the blunt cudgel-head of his throbbing cock 
straight up to the still liquidly moistened lips of her defenseless cunt, 
her body twitching with fright as she compared the size of her little pussy 
orifice to this thick blunt-end of flesh. 

"Oqooooooo," Lucy quivered as she felt the older man lever himself up on top 
of her from behind. She clung to the enormous pole in desperate self-defense 
but the warm clasp of her hand seemed only to prompt it to greater size and 
resiliency. Then she whimpered in groveling submission as Hank seized her 
pelvis and pulled her to a kneeling position that lifted her ass-cheeks even 
higher and more helplessly into the air, and as he shoved his hips suddenly 
forward she shuddered from the increased pressure of his hard rubbery 
rock-head against her soft little pussy orifice. 

Hank grinned as he perceived the stiffening of Lucy's body. He held her 
tightly around her waist to keep her in place, then with a wild thrill of 
conquest he rammed suddenly forward against the upturned cheeks of her 
buttocks, feeling her tremble in pain and fear as his lust-bloated cock-head 
wedged itself forcibly up between the tightly resisting lips of her 
open-splayed cunt. 

"Aaaaaggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" Lucy cried aloud in sudden abject terror. "It's too 
big. I can never take it inside me!" 

But as she glanced pleadingly back over her shoulder she saw from the look 
on Hank's face that her protests only flattered him. And slowly the 
straining cock-head wormed its way up into her tight-clasping vaginal 
sheath, its awesome strength and power sweeping aside all her resistance to 
spread and stretch her lust-seared vaginal walls until she thought she would 
die. His spearing cock seemed to surge up into her forever, filling her 
helplessly as she trembled and quivered on her knees before him. Then she 
groaned as she felt the hard rubbery head of his cock lodge against her 
cervix, and she was aware of the strangely contrasting tickle of Hank's wiry 
pubic hair as his loins cushioned down against her ass. 

"Aaaahhhh," Lucy sighed, relieved that at least the worst was over. He had 
penetrated her to the hilt with his outrageous hardness and somehow she'd 
managed to endure it. Then, as if to remind her that this stage of her 
ordeal had only just begun; he flexed his cock even deeper up in her loins 
to cause a shudder to course the whole length of her body. And without 
giving her further chance to adjust, he began to move. 

Crouched above the kneeling blonde like a dog mounting a bitch in heat, Hank 
drove the massively impaling instrument of his cock deep and hard in and out 
of the naked, tight stretched sheath of her defenselessly exposed pussy, 
racking her buttocks with the vicious slaps of his body against her. He was 
almost exhausted from eating her out and shooting in her mouth but he wanted 
to give her at least an idea of what a real cock could do to a cunt, and he 
drove himself to the limits of his own endurance, assaulting her swiftly and 
without mercy from almost the moment of entry into her exquisite little 
vaginal tightness. She'd already cum once and in her present heightened 
erotic state he knew she could cum again. And he decided there was no need 
for self-control. 

"Ooooooooh," Lucy moaned, gradually accustoming herself to the out-sized 
invasion of her loins from behind. Her breasts joggled before her 
middle-aged aggressor. He was still hurting her, but now she was enjoying 
the hurt, beginning to respond in spite of herself as Hank increased the 
intensity of his rear-end assault. Her loins and belly were a boiling 
inferno of erotic sensation as she gave out a final whimper of abject 
surrender, and she began to pound and grind her own buttocks back against 
him in response to his every racking forward stroke. 

Hank could feel the renewed pressure welling up in his balls already. He 
knew Lucy was also nearing the breaking point and he tensed his muscles and 
moved swiftly into a series of staccato lunges, ramming his hard rod of 
flesh again and again to the very hilt into the aroused blonde's cringing 
little cunt. The wet flat smack of his thighs slapping against her buttocks 
resounded through the room, punctuating his own grunts and her ecstatic 
whimpers of subjugation. 

Then suddenly Hank's cock began to pulse and flex even deeper into Lucy's 
sex-ravaged loins. His hard rubbery cock-head flared and expanded until she 
feared it would rip straight through the vaginal membrane and fill her 
rectum as well. She knew he was going to cum and she squirmed her own 
buttocks even more wildly backwards in invitation to this final degrading 
indignity as his climax boiled suddenly up from the depths of his bloated 
testicles. He jammed his heavily loaded cock all the way to the hilt up into 
her hotly contracting pussy, his sperm erupting in a lewdly saturating 
torrent all the way up to her womb. 

Then Lucy almost fainted as she felt a sudden fluttering begin anew in her 
own irredeemably skewered loins. At first she didn't know what was 
happening. It seemed too impossible to believe and she blinked her eyes in 
amazement as her sobbing moans rose to a breathless cry and her ravaged 
vagina flooded forth again in an even more magnificent and dazzling splendor 
of relief. 

"Oh my God," she cried, her mind boggling at the very thought of it all. 
"I'm cumming again. I'm cuuuu-mmmmmmmmiiiiiinnnnnng agggaaaaiiiinnnnnn!" 

 CHAPTER NINE 

When Hank beat on their door to awake him and Lucy at seven a.m. the next 
morning, Joe was certain his head couldn't have felt worse if he'd been 
suffering from a brain tumor. For the first few minutes the pain was so bad 
he didn't even think about the guilt he should be feeling for what he had 
done last night. Then gradually the remorse came flooding back over him as 
he remembered going to the whore's cubicle with Sylvia, then returning to 
the bar and drinking tequila until the wee hours of the morning before Hank 
returned from his own "quickie" with the Mexican girl. He could but vaguely 
remember Hank and Sylvia carrying him into the room and putting him into 
bed. 

By the time they were on the road, with Tucson, Arizona, as their goal for 
the day, Joe was certain that Lucy knew what had happened, or at least 
strongly suspected it. Not that she said anything, it just seemed that her 
whole attitude had changed. And the change was not just toward him, it was 
toward the other two members of the group as well. She was cheerful and 
chatty with Sylvia and after their first rest-stop in New Mexico she 
volunteered to sit in the front seat with Hank and let Joe have the back to 
stretch out and nurse his hangover. That would have been fine, except that 
Joe was left in the back with Sylvia and from the way she kept playing 
around with him he was certain Hank would surmise what had happened. 
Somehow, to Joe, that seemed equally as bad or even worse than having Lucy 
know he'd been unfaithful to her. 

They rolled west through the mountains and across arid semi-desert. The 
drive was almost unbearable for Joe because of his headache, because of his 
guilt and fear that what he had done would be found out and, as the day wore 
on, because of his growing suspicion that not only his wife but Hank also 
already knew. And that was what he could least understand. Though Hank 
seemed by no means suspicious or unfriendly, his manner of dealing with the 
younger man had also completely changed. He looked at him with a knowing 
amused twinkle in his eyes, as if he shared a secret knowledge about Joe 
that Joe hardly knew himself. 

They stopped for lunch still short of the Arizona state line. After they'd 
finished eating and started back to the car Joe cornered Lucy outside the 
restaurant and let Hank and Sylvia walk on ahead. For the first time he 
noted that she wasn't wearing a brassiere. He could clearly distinguish the 
sharp little points of her nipples through her dress and that 
uncharacteristic action on her part only increased his certainty that she 
knew what had happened. 

"What is it?" Lucy asked impatiently. 

Joe waited until the others were out of hearing range. "About last 
night...." 

"Forget about last night, it's past," she said matter-of-factly as if she 
were referring to something of complete indifference to her. 

Joe bit his lip. "But ... I was thinking about what you said. About wanting 
to get away from Hank and Sylvia." 

"Yes?" Lucy smiled. 

"We'll be in L.A. tomorrow night. If you want to, we'll just take off on our 
own from there." 

Lucy moistened her lips, watching him with a teasing smile. "It's a little 
late for that now, don't you think?" 

She turned, saying nothing else, and walked away toward the car. Dejected, 
Joe followed behind her. When he got to the car Lucy was just taking the 
wheel, the first time she'd volunteered to drive since the trip began. Hank 
sat in front with her and Joe remained uncomfortably trapped in his place 
with Sylvia in the back. 

"Tell me," Lucy said playfully to Hank as she pulled the station-wagon back 
onto the freeway. "Your brother we're going to see in L.A.? Is he anything 
like you?" 

Hank laughed. "You'll have to decide that for yourself. Once you've known 
him. 

Sylvia laughed raucously. Only Joe had missed what seemed to be a private 
joke among the others. 

They drove on through Tucson and stopped for the night in a motel on the 
western edge of the city. Hank left the others settling into their rooms and 
went to the office to make a phone call to L.A. Then he came into Lucy and 
Joe's room and said he'd just talked to his brother. There would be plenty 
of room at his place to put both couples up until they could get on their 
feet. Joe glanced quickly at Lucy, looking for any sign of reluctance toward 
that idea in her expression. He saw none. 

"Now. What about a few drinks before bedtime?" Hank asked. "We can pick up a 
bottle and bring it to one of the rooms to save money." 

"No thanks, Hank," Lucy answered before Joe had a chance to voice an opinion 
of his own. "I'm ready to turn in. And sleep," she added, looking 
meaningfully at her perturbed young husband. 

In many ways the last leg of the journey was the longest of all. Hank and 
Sylvia were anxious to see his brother and to meet his young wife, whom they 
didn't know. Lucy seemed equally anxious. Joe dreaded their arrival like a 
trip into the unknown. He'd been completely unable to communicate with Lucy 
the night before. He'd wanted her like he'd never wanted her in his life, 
and watching her strip off naked and get into bed had almost driven him out 
of his mind. But she'd wanted nothing to do with sex. For a moment, he'd 
even considered openly confessing what she obviously already knew, in the 
hope that if it were brought out into the open they could come to some 
agreement and she would forgive him for his wrong. But he hadn't had the 
courage, and he was beginning to doubt if she would ever get over what he 
had done. 

And he still felt equally bad about Hank. The older man had done a lot for 
Joe and Joe wasn't the kind of person who would betray a friend. He didn't 
like to deal under the table with anybody and as they neared Los Angeles he 
began to grope with what he thought must have been the most difficult 
decision in his life. And yet he knew he had to do it. He had to confess to 
Hank what he had done and try to explain that it had been an accident. 
Otherwise, he would never forgive himself. 

The sincere young man was still trying to rally his courage up to call Hank 
aside and talk to him alone when they pulled off Santa Monica Boulevard late 
that afternoon and, following directions Hank had gotten at a gas station 
when they left the freeway, drove to a stop before the spacious single story 
ranch-style house where Jim Dade lived. 

He fidgeted nervously as Hank got out of the car and started up the walk. 
Then suddenly he opened the back door and clambered out and hurried after 
him. He knew that once they'd gotten involved with Hank's brother and his 
wife, he would never have the courage or the opportunity to say what he had 
to say. And he was too proud and honest to continue, after what he had done, 
to exploit a man's hospitality under the present circumstances. 

"Hank!" Joe called, panting nervously as he hurried up behind the older man. 
"Just a minute. There's something I've got to tell you." 

Hank paused and looked back at Joe. He was hardly able to conceal his own 
amusement as he noticed the kid's troubled expression. He had a feeling he 
knew just what was bothering him, but if Joe was actually going to "confess" 
that he had "seduced" Sylvia, then he had further to go in growing up than 
even Hank had suspected. 

"What's on your mind, kid?" 

Joe flinched slightly at that term of address. Then he looked down at the 
sidewalk, unable to meet the other man's eyes. "I went to bed with Sylvia. 
It was an accident and ... and I didn't mean it as any disrespect to you. It 
was just ... something that happened." He looked up, shocked to see the 
smile on Hank's face. 

Hank put his hand condescendingly on Joe's shoulder. "I know you went to bed 
with Sylvia. And from the way she describes it, we both got a fair trade out 
of the deal." 

Hank squeezed his shoulder playfully and winked. 

Lucy smiled as if to say I told you so as she saw his face go ghastly pale. 

Then the door opened and a middle-aged man in a T-shirt and bermuda shorts 
emerged onto the porch. For a moment Lucy could hardly believe her eyes. The 
man was a spitting image of his brother, an exact physical replica. 

"That's right, they're identical twins," Sylvia said in explanation. Then 
she smiled and added. "From head to toe." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Still reeling with shock at Hank's stunning revelation, Joe had allowed 
himself to be introduced to Hank's twin brother Jim. The young man's eyes 
had flashed as he saw the appreciative way Jim Dade looked at Lucy when the 
women came up the walk and Lucy was introduced. Then a slender and sexy 
redhead of twenty-five emerged also from the house and there was more 
handshaking and conversational banter. The redhead was introduced as Glenda 
Higgens and from the dialogue that entered his stunned consciousness Joe put 
together the information that she was not Jim Dade's wife at all, merely the 
woman he had been living with for several years. She worked as a part-time 
model apparently, but according to her common-law husband she could mix a 
fair drink and show a man a good time. 

Then Jim Dade announced that they'd organized a little welcome party for the 
Easterners. The three men set about unloading the station wagon while Glenda 
went in to finish getting ready for the guests and Lucy and Sylvia retired 
to their respective bathrooms to freshen up. After that everything happened 
almost too fast and Joe didn't get a chance to confront his wife in private 
until after the first of the guests had begun to arrive for the party. At 
last he cornered her in the bedroom where they were to sleep, outfitting 
herself in an expensive and revealingly low-cut gown Glenda had loaned her 
for what she was already referring to as her "Los Angeles debut." His rage 
almost blinding him, Joe imposed himself in the doorway to prevent her 
escape from the room. 

"I had a talk with Hank a while ago." 

"I know," Lucy said without concern, turning her back to him and adding: 
"zip me up." 

Awkwardly Joe tugged the zipper up the back of the silk, viridian-green 
dress. "Was what he told me true?" 

"I don't know," she said coyly. "What did he tell you?" 

"He told me it was a fair trade." She turned and smiled gloatingly. "Then if 
Sylvia was satisfied I guess it was." 

Joe could hardly see for the tears of anger that filled his eyes. "You 
whore!" he hissed. "You goddamned lousy whore." 

Lucy's smile never left her face. "You can call me that if you want to. It 
may be true. But don't you say I didn't warn you." 

"But I didn't know that was what was going to happen. I thought you were 
just worried about...." 

"Well you thought wrong. You and Sylvia were the least of my worries, from 
the first time I ever laid eyes on your friend Hank." 

* * * 

The party guests consisted of six couples, most of the men in Hank's age 
group, most of the women as young and sensual and lovely as Jim's mistress, 
Glenda. Soft music played in the spacious comfortable living room lit by 
soft romantic lighting. There was a buffet and all a man could want to 
drink. And all Joe wanted was drink. He stood alone in one corner of the 
room, greedily gulping straight Scotch over ice, watching his wife dance 
alternately with the two Dade brothers. Now they both wore Hawaiian shirts, 
yacht-pants and white canvas loafers. Except for the difference in the print 
on the shirts, Joe couldn't tell them apart. 

The jealous young husband scowled angrily as he watched Lucy squirm her body 
snugly against Jim Dade, burying her face warmly on his shoulder and 
pressing her thighs tightly to his. It was about nine o'clock and the party 
was really getting into swing. One or two couples had already gone off to 
more private quarters and even here in the living room a man and woman who 
were snuggled together on the couch looked like they might start fucking 
right in front of everyone. 

Joe took another long drink of the whiskey, feeling almost no effect from 
the booze. The song ended and Lucy remained locked in Jim Dade's arms for a 
few seconds before he turned her loose. Then they rejoined Hank, who made an 
unintelligible remark that prompted a peal of gay lusty laughter to burst 
from her lips. 

"I ought to go bust that bastard in the mouth," Joe muttered to himself as 
Jim Dade poured a tall drink down Lucy's throat, holding the glass himself 
and tilting it up so vertically that the alcohol spilled down her lips and 
chin as she drank. Then she laughed again. Joe shook his head and turned 
away. He knew that hitting either of the Dade brothers was not the answer to 
his troubles. It was Lucy who had to be taught a lesson, and he still didn't 
know how he was going to do it. Then Lucy gave out with another burst of 
laughter and, unable to listen and watch any longer, Joe turned and walked 
out the living room, down the hall and out the side door of the house to the 
lighted, well kept yard. 

Hank Dade nodded at his brother with satisfaction as he watched Joe leave 
the room, then turned his eyes back to the lush sexy body of the naive young 
husband's wife. He'd had her already and he had no doubt he could have her 
again, but Hank Dade was the kind of man who liked to push a good thing to 
the limit. And the way this hot little blonde cunt was putting down the 
booze he knew it was time to make his move. 

Sliding his arm around Lucy's waist, he ushered her a few steps to the side, 
his eyes roving hungrily over her sensuous body exposed by the sleazy 
low-necked gown Jim's old lady had loaned her for the party. 

"I wanna ask you a question." 

"Sure Hank," Lucy beamed drunkenly up at him. 

"Do you like my brother?" 

Lucy giggled. 'That's like saying 'Do you like me?' You're almost the same," 
he continued after a quick glance at the other twin. 

"Well Jim and I have a little bet. I've had you, and he hasn't." Hank 
paused, noting the blush that crossed the still virginal-looking blonde's 
sensuously lovely face. "I say you can tell the difference. He says you 
wouldn't know one from the other the next time. So I've proposed a little 
test to see who wins. All right?" 

"Sure," Lucy said, not exactly sure what he meant. 

"Okay. Come on. Jim!" he added to attract his brother's attention. 

Hank took Sylvia's arm and started toward the door opposite the one through 
which Joe had exited. As Jim joined them she looked back anxiously where, 
moments ago, her husband had stood. Seeing he was no longer there, Lucy felt 
a faint twinge of disappointment and apprehension, the source of which even 
she couldn't have pinpointed. Then they were out of the living room and Hank 
Dade led her almost forcibly along down the hall. 

They entered a luxurious bedroom and Jim switched on a speaker that brought 
them music from the stereo in the living room. Lucy looked anxiously at the 
bed, beginning for the first time to faintly suspect what the two twins had 
in mind as a test for their bet. Then she gasped as Jim Dade closed the door 
and switched off the light and they were cast into total blackness. 

Lucy waited breathlessly, able to see nothing, hearing nothing but the slow 
dance music over the speaker. Then a voice said: "Ready?" 

Another voice said: "Yes." 

The light was switched suddenly back on and a little gasp of surprise burst 
to the inebriated young blonde's lips at the awesome sight that confronted 
her. 

Hank and Jim Dade were both completely naked, their clothes piled in heaps 
on the floor at Lucy's feet. They wore identical grinning leers. Their naked 
bodies were indistinguishable one from the other. And even their enormous, 
still limber penises looked exactly the same. 

Her breath coming in strained hoarse gasps Lucy stared from one of the 
half-erected snake-like cocks to the next, almost transfixed by the sheer 
originality of the sight. Then she winced as simultaneously they began to 
thicken and distend, the purplish glistening cock-heads emerging slowly from 
the foreskins, the shafts growing gradually rigid and levitating slowly into 
the air. 

"Well?" asked one of the naked men. 

"Well?" asked the other. 

Lucy had to wrench her eyes away from the compelling sight of the two 
obscenely growing cocks. "W-what?" 

"Can you tell which of us is which?" one of the Dade brother's asked. 

Lucy looked nervously from one naked hairy-chested man to the next. Then she 
shook her head. "I ... can't. I haven't the slightest idea." 

"Whatta you think?" one of them asked. 

"I don't know. Looks like step two." 

"Step two?" Lucy stammered. 

"Step one was the visual test. Step two is physical contact." 

By the time the meaning of those words sank into Lucy's mind and she 
realized the actual reason for their bringing her to the bedroom, it was too 
late for her to even try to escape. Both the awesomely enormous cocks had 
swollen to their full devastating lengths and thicknesses. And as Lucy 
gasped in helpless shock, the two naked men moved to take her. 

One brother moved behind her back to quickly unzip her dress. The other 
stood before her, pushing the straps to her shoulders so that her dress fell 
freely away from her torso and hung precariously at her waist. The man 
behind her deftly unsnapped her little half-cup brassiere and the one in 
front pulled the straps from her arms and jerked the garment away from her 
proud high-standing breasts. The skirt of the evening gown was urged down 
off her hips and dropped uselessly at her feet to the floor. An anonymous 
brother's hands seized her sheer nylon panties and worked them swiftly down 
off over the clenching cheeks of her ass. In a twinkling she stood totally 
naked between them. It was faster than she could have undressed herself and 
as the twin brother team led her unresisting toward the bed Lucy felt the 
first compelling twinges of excitement surge through her loins to replace 
the fear that had initially gripped her. 

Incredible as it seemed, even in her naivete she knew that they were going 
to do to her They were both going to fuck her with their monstrously 
frightening cocks, then shame her by making her try to guess which was Hank 
and which was Jim. It was too degrading for words but she knew from her 
previous experience with Hank-whichever one of them was Hank-that it would 
be futile for her to try to resist. Joe had abandoned her to Hank Dade's 
lecherously obscene lust. There was nothing she alone could do to defend 
herself and that had already been proven. 

Then they pushed her onto the bed, their hands cruelly eager upon her tender 
white flesh as they rolled her onto her belly and one of them positioned 
himself behind her to pull her body into that same humiliating ass-proffered 
position Hank had forced her to assume when he'd ravaged her two nights 
before. She swayed weakly, her shame almost causing her to cry as the other 
identical twin positioned himself up on his knees in front of her face. 

Lucy felt anonymous hands pawing over her body, fondling her breasts and 
loins in the eager exploration of her already lewdly moistened cunt. She was 
held forcibly in this degrading position, every muscle in her body stretched 
beyond belief as the abnormally-endowed man behind her pushed her knees out 
wide apart to completely open the plane of her helpless little pussy. Then 
suddenly and without further preparation the man behind her inserted his 
engorged cock-tip straight up between her thighs, his buttocks jerking as he 
lunged violently forward and rammed the huge blood-filled tip of his penis 
mercilessly up into the fleshy folds of her cunt. 

"Uuuuuggggggghhhhhh!" Lucy moaned, tossing her head protestingly from side 
to side from the sheer raw sensation of the unnatural entry into her 
inadequately prepared little cunt. 

And as the cruel penetration continued she jumped forward in spontaneous 
retreat and the other Dade twin guided the thickly surging length of his 
massive cock straight between her half-parted lips. The turgid cock shoved 
without warning into her moist held-open mouth, almost gagging her as the 
knob-like cock-head plunged far into the back of her throat. 

Then, in the same rhythm, the two twins began to fuck her from both ends, 
buffeting her helpless body violently back and forth between them as their 
slamming cocks plunged simultaneously in and out of her two impossibly 
stretched little orifices. At first the pain was almost more than she could 
bear. The burning in her cunt was a cruelly searing presence that nearly 
caused her to pass into unconsciousness and the obscene use of her mouth by 
a man she couldn't even identify shamed her beyond anything she'd ever known 
before. 

But there was no escape. She remained lucidly conscious and hypersensitive 
as her pussy and lips hopelessly stretched until the unspeakable humiliation 
to which she was being subjected began finally to create a stirring of 
strange masochistic excitement which coursed through her tortured flesh. She 
was being fucked. She was being fucked like Joe had never fucked her in his 
life. She was being forced into this subservient role because of his 
stubbornness and insensitivity to her feelings, and in spite of everything 
her traitorous body was beginning to enjoy it. 

Then at last with a little muffled whimper of glee, Lucy began to respond. 
She rotated her nakedly vulnerable buttocks backward to meet the 
hard-driving thrust of the Dade brother mounting her from behind, at the 
same time licking and sucking in servile dog-like obedience on the bloated 
penis ramming repeatedly between her stretched and ovaled lips. 

"Mmmmm yessssss," she groaned almost unintelligibly as they mauled her 
helpless young body violently back and forth between them, using her two 
precious physical orifices as shameless receptacles into which they would 
both spew their obscene seed of life. She still didn't even know which of 
them was which and the obscene humiliation of partaking in such an 
impersonal act of love making only increased her lewd masochistic enjoyment. 

Finally, letting herself go completely, Lucy began to fuck back with a 
vengeance on the man ravishing her from behind, at the same time sucking 
furiously on the turgid cock that plundered her mouth. She rolled her 
up-thrust buttocks in wildly tantalizing circles, tightening her hungry 
inner muscles warmly around the rock hard cock skewering into her loins. She 
increased her subservient sucking on the other identical penis that filled 
her mouth, giving herself up completely in her determination to milk them 
both dry until she was completely soiled and filled from one end to the 
other with their obscenely spewing cum. 

Neither of the Dade brothers was exerting the least bit of self-control. It 
wasn't necessary considering her enthusiastic response. The man behind her 
was ramming harder and harder up against her ass, battering her mercilessly, 
and the saliva in her contorted mouth was becoming sticky and thick with the 
viscous lubricating fluid that seeped from the penis that soon would be 
ejaculating down her throat. And her own raging excitement was already 
building almost out of control. She sucked and fucked with all her heart, 
waggling her upturned buttocks and gurgling shamelessly in her throat 
without will to resist as she felt her own orgasm relentlessly building in 
her breasts and loins. 

Then suddenly the lust-hardened cock fucking mercilessly into Lucy from 
behind began to tense and inflate even harder. Her trembling thighs were 
swept out wider apart as the hairy-chested middle-aged man drove his 
over-sized cock all the way to the hilt up into her quivering belly and 
began to spew his hotly teeming load of cum in a scorching torrent up into 
the wildly contracting depths of her womb. 

A second later the other brother's pulsing cock burst forth into her mouth, 
filling her cheeks with the pungently boiling liquid until she was forced to 
swallow to keep from choking on the lewdly saturating flood. She ground her 
hips in wanton abandon while clasping her lips tightly around the lurching 
cock-shaft and swallowing every drop of the precious life-giving semen. 

Lucy continued her vaginal and oral ministrations with frenzied willingness 
as she felt the exquisite spasm of relief flooding with equal fury through 
her own soiled and ravished body. She humped and bucked and gurgled like a 
slave to the joys of sex and depravity as drop after drop of the searing 
male sperm was pumped into the wetness of her cunt and the moistly warm 
softness of her mouth. She felt her body soaring with ecstasy, her brain 
reeling at the sheer shattering delight of her ultimate release. 

Moments later it was over and Lucy sagged tiredly between the two man, 
feeling their deflating but still enormous cocks slip almost lightly from 
her cum-drenched loins and mouth. She basked for a few tender moments in the 
sheer intensity of her fantastic physical release. Then, with a courageous 
grin at the bitter irony of her own swift and irretractable downfall, she 
rolled over and looked at the two naked and panting twins. 

"I give up," she gasped. "I still don't know. Which one of you is which?" 

The two men smiled tiredly. "That's for us to know," said that man who'd 
taken her from the front. 

"And you to wonder about the rest of your life," added the one who'd fucked 
her from the back. 

Then the door opened and Lucy looked up paralyzed shock as Joe came 
staggering through. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Blinded by his rage and lust, Joe stalked angrily toward the bed while the 
three naked figures stared back at him in shock and fear. He didn't know why 
he hadn't opened the door before. He'd been listening outside for several 
minutes, knowing deep in his heart that the woman he heard sobbing and 
moaning in shameless passion was his wife, yet unwilling to admit to himself 
that it really could be her, unwilling to admit another man had succeeded 
where he had failed so terribly. It was only when he'd heard the two 
answering voices that he realized this resounding conquest of a woman's 
spirit and body was not the work of one man but two. It was only as he was 
almost upon the bed that he noticed first one and then the other of their 
over sized cocks and was stunned to immobility by his sense of his own 
comparative inadequacy. 

"Joe," Lucy gasped weakly. 

"Cool it, Joe," said another nervous voice that sounded like Hank Dade's. 
"We're not looking for trouble with you. Me nor my brother either. And what 
Lucy did she did of her own free will." 

Tears of shame filling his eyes, Joe stared at his white-faced wife, then 
looked back and forth from one of the men to the other. It gave him little 
consolation to see that they were scared. He couldn't see how anyone hung 
like these guys could ever be threatened by any normal man, and it chilled 
him to think what damage they might have done to his wife's once tight and 
precious little cunt. 

But strangely he didn't want to fight them. He felt so foolish and naive 
that he was hardly even able to bring himself to hate them. His anger was 
all directed at Lucy herself. But the anger was channeled into a crazy 
sadistic kink of lust he'd never felt before in his life. And after what had 
just happened, there seemed only one thing he could do to her physically 
that would even compare with what she had just endured. 

"Hold it, son," one of the Dade brothers said as Joe took another step 
toward the bed. "You're not tough enough for the two of us." 

Joe stopped, staring through blurred vision at the two naked men. "It's not 
you I want. It's her." 

"Whatta you think?" one brother asked. "She's his wife." 

Lucy gave out with a soft sob of fear as the two naked men retreated to 
leave her alone on the bed. She gazed pleadingly at them, futilely trying to 
conceal her own naked breasts and loins with her arms. Then she dropped her 
arms and waited, her body convulsing with her softly fearful sobs, as Joe 
unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers to his knees, climbed onto the 
bed without even bothering to take off his shirt or shoes. She closed her 
eyes, letting her body almost go limp as her enraged husband forced her back 
into that same now all-too-familiar kneeling position and moved into his 
place behind her, his hands mauling cruelly over the sensitive flesh of her 
back and buttocks as he guided his already rock-hard cock up between her 
ass-cheeks from behind. 

Then she shivered as he used his thumbs to separate the soft naked mounds of 
her buttocks and she heard the quick intake of his breath as the secret warm 
crevice between them came fully into his view. One of his fingers dipped 
quickly down to flick up a few warm moist droplets of mingled cum and 
vaginal lubricant from the still-pulsing slit of her cunt. Then Lucy's eyes 
opened wide as he spread it right across the cringing little hole of her 
anus, working it forcibly around to soften and lubricate the tightly 
puckered little orifice. She sighed from the weirdly tantalizing sensation, 
feeling already the first stirrings of rejuvenated desire begin up in her 
loins as she reminded herself that after everything else that had happened 
the last few days she might finally even be able to get sexual satisfaction 
from making love to her husband. 

Then Lucy got the surprise of her life as Joe's finger was replaced by the 
pulsingly bulbous head of his cock, and she got the first inkling of the 
punishment he actually had in store for her. 

"Aaaagggghhh!" Lucy gasped as the hard pressure against her tightly puckered 
little anus suddenly increased. "W-what are you doing?" 

"What the hell do you think I'm doing? I'm fucking you in the ass, you good 
for nothing little whore!" 

Lucy almost fainted with helpless terror as the startling realization came 
over her. Then Joe reached his arms tight around her waist and with an angry 
growl lunged his hips forward to ram the rock-hard head of his penis 
violently up against the slavishly clenching little opening of her rectum. 
He pushed with all his might, grunting and straining as Lucy cried in terror 
and struggled vainly to resist this unnatural assault. For a moment longer 
he was stymied, then suddenly the little ring of her anus seemed to give way 
and the sensitive head of his turgid cock popped right up inside the warm 
little entrance of her rectum. 

"Aaaaggggghhhhhhhh! Oh God no!" she cried. "Joe, please! Your hurting me!" 

"You need hurtin', " Joe growled, lunging forward against her more savagely 
than before. 

Lucy's helpless scream reverberated through the room as Joe rammed his long 
hard penis deeper and deeper up into her heatedly cringing anus. Pain jolted 
through her body like an electric shock and for a moment it seemed that 
nothing mattered but to rid herself of this terribly stretching presence 
embedded between her buttocks. 

Behind her Joe snickered sadistically and flexed his ravaging penis deep up 
in the hot buttery confines of her obscenely skewered rectal orifice, and 
sobs of pain and misery began to fall from Lucy's lips as he lunged the full 
length of his punishing rod of flesh again and again up into her 
agony-seared little ass-hole. Lucy wap vaguely aware of the bulging eyes of 
the two Dade brothers watching her humiliation from the end of the bed, and 
she thought she had never experienced anything so terrible as her husband 
began to pump vengefully in and out of the unnaturally penetrated little 
hole of her ass. 

Yet Lucy seemed to be possessed of a capacity for debauchery that even she 
could have never imagined, and as the devastating assault continued she 
discovered that the pain she'd experienced at the beginning of the cruel 
penetration was beginning to diminish. In a way she didn't quite understand 
it was becoming almost pleasurable and as a natural masochistic reflex she 
had begun to subtly screw her buttocks back in response. 

And as she began to cooperate, the first stirrings of this weird new passion 
only increased up in her ass-hole and loins. She was expiating her guilt, 
the wrong she had done to herself and her husband, and she actually was 
beginning to enjoy it. Though she felt as if she was tempting the devil she 
had a compulsion to show Joe that he could never hurt her after what he'd 
already done by forcing her to come along with the Dades on this trip. She 
wanted to make it clear to him that now he could never triumph over her, and 
desperately she began to wave her slavishly up-thrust buttocks back against 
his cruelly penetrating thrusts, her ass-cheeks starting to swing in wildly 
rotating circles as she clenched the muscles of her bowels tightly down 
around the shaft of his marauding cock. 

Sweat poured from Joe's face and he stared down in astonishment as his wife 
began to fuck furiously back against him. He shoved his rock-hard cock 
deeper and deeper up between her buttocks, holding his throbbing penis 
embedded deep up inside her and flexing it tightly up in her squeezing 
rectal sheath before he withdrew for another shattering lunge. And then he 
could hardly believe his eyes and ears as she suddenly turned to look 
wild-eyed back over her shoulder at him, screaming out the first words of 
genuine sexual submission he'd ever heard her use: 

"Come on, Joe! Fuck me! Fuck me! Don't hold back!" 

Don't hold back? Joe realized that he'd been holding back all of his married 
life, and his breath came in angry gasps as suddenly and completely he let 
himself go, bucking and pounding upon his wife like a rider on an untamed 
horse, brutally slamming his lust-swollen cock into her ass-hole with all 
the fury of his anger and lust as his fingernails tore cruelly at the softly 
perspiring flesh of her back. 

Lucy waved her buttocks joyfully back against Joe's uninhibited thrusts, her 
mind blurring from the sheer intensity of the sensation blending in her anus 
and loins. She no longer felt any pain at all and she found herself longing 
for the moment when Joe would lose his control and spew his own hot load of 
cum up into her welcoming rectal depths. Then, as she felt his steel-hard 
penis begin to throb and flare to even greater hardness, she strained back 
until she thought her body would break, flexing the muscles of her inner 
ass-hole to a exquisitely tight sheath of flesh as she prepared for the 
imminent ejaculation that was sure to come. 

And that last increase of sensation was more than Joe's excited cock could 
take. With a sudden growl of fiendish delight he slapped Lucy open-handedly 
across her buttocks. Then with a howl he let himself go. 

Lucy chanted her own weirdly masochistic pleasure as she felt the thickly 
spewing drops of his cum even further lubricate her ravished little anus. 
Her body tensed and shuddered as her own frenzied peak of orgasm was 
attained, and for the second time that night she felt the new and magic 
sensations that had eluded her for so much of her life. She screamed and 
whimpered in a banshee chant of final masochistic submission as her 
husband's searing cum surged like a volcanic eruption up inside her rectum. 

Then Joe gasped and sagged heavily down on her. He panted to catch his 
breath, raising his eyes slowly to look at the other men, now clothed, who'd 
lingered in the room to watch. He stared them both down, then returned his 
eyes to his wife's limp, sex-spent young body. 

Then he grinned. "I guess that'll teach you to fuck around on me." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

The camp was surrounded by an allied fence and there was a guard-booth at 
the single gate. The old Mexican sitting beside Joe in the bus explained it 
was to keep them from smuggling in women or booze. Two rows of green 
barracks lined the road. A sign on one of them read Recreation Facility. A 
sign on another said Mess Hall. Both signs were repeated in Spanish. 

The bus pulled to a halt and the men, young men and old men, black and brown 
and white, filed grimly off. As they descended from the rattling old bus 
they were handed a paper with a number and letter scrawled in red ink across 
it. That would be their room, Joe figured, noticing that the barracks, 
excluding the Recreation Hall and the Mess Hall, were lettered A through M. 

He sighed and walked to his own barracks and inspected the room he shared 
with an old man who looked as though this was the first day in his life that 
he hadn't been falling-down drunk. The old man introduced himself, shook 
hands and said he used to be the captain of a fishing boat. He asked if Joe 
had ever worked lemons before. 

"Naw," Joe said. "I never picked any fruit at all. I just came out a month 
ago from the East. What can we make?" 

The older man spit a chaw of tobacco on the concrete floor and slapped his 
bunk as if to see if it would break down. "If they're good lemons ... I can 
make twenty-five a day, because I been doin' it five or six years. You're 
young and strong but you're lazy. After room an' board, working Saturdays, 
you'll go home with ... ninety ... a hundred a week." 

"I didn't have no choice," Joe said. "That ain't even enough to get out of 
this damned place." He stared out the small window. "Looks like a 
concentration camp. My wife's got a job as a car-hop weekends. But this was 
all I could find." 

'Time's is rough," the older man said and left. 

That night Joe's roommate at the farm labor camp where he'd come to try to 
get together a little cash snored and kept him awake. Some time in the wee 
hours of the morning he lit a match and took a picture of Lucy from the 
wallet. It was the same picture he'd first shown Hank that night he'd met 
him in the bar back home. She was probably sleeping with him now. Either him 
or his brother. 

"Hell," he said aloud to himself. "I thought I had her back. But I didn't. I 
don't guess I ever will have really. Not like it used to be." 


THE END
