Young Girl Bride
by Vance Caldwell 


Foreword 

In the United States of America, during the decade just past and on into the 
seventies, the understanding of what is right ... and what is wrong has been 
blurred to the point that the great mass of people are confused, and this 
confusion cuts across all walks of life. Somehow, it is right to dump bombs 
from sixteen thousand feet onto a South Eastern Asian village, to wipe its 
existence off the face of the earth ... but it is wrong to exterminate every 
living thing in a village including men, women, children and animals, with 
automatic rifle fire. The end result may be the same ... but it seems to be 
right or wrong according only to the method used to gain the results. 

By the same token it is right for government officials to leak to the news 
media, items from classified documents when it is expedient to do so in 
terms of political advantage propaganda or military strategy ... but it is 
wrong for two great newspapers, The New York Times and The Washington Post, 
to print excerpts from classified documents, which may be a source of 
embarrassment to high-placed persons, even when there is no injury to the 
government as to security or diplomatic negotiations ... Or it is right for 
a young man, just beginning his career, to be uprooted from his home, 
drafted, inducted, trained and sent into combat to kill with cool efficiency 
in the name of his government ... but it is not right, somehow, for that 
same man, after having been exposed to the grim horror of the bloodletting, 
to attempt to let his government know that he no longer believes in the 
rightness of that blood bath. Some of these young veterans are militant. 
Their voices are heard only in the ominous sounds of a riot crowd, like the 
scream of a wounded animal in a trap. Others are heard in D.C. The voices 
are quieter, the language more refined, but the message is clear: Stop the 
War! Cease the killing, bring the soldiers, sailors and fliers home. 
Repatriate the prisoners of war! 

There seems to be a growing, ground-roots swell of feeling, among many 
millions of Americans, that these young men are right and that the war 
should end, now! Strangely enough, countless numbers of these people were, 
themselves, completely hawkish in their attitudes, before they changed their 
minds. 

The real tragedy begins when a young man is discharged from the service and 
finds himself a displaced person in the society he risked his life to 
protect. There are no civilian uses for efficient killers! 

Author Vance Caldwell presents the story of Roger Brandon, just such a 
displaced veteran. It is the story of his quest. It is a search, first to 
find himself ... secondly, to find a reason for the horrors to which he was 
exposed. So, he is a wanderer ... a strange mixture of cynic and idealist. 
In an earlier age, he might have been a knight errant, setting out to right 
some of the wrongs of the world, freeing damsels held prisoner by brutal 
Lords ... and slaying dragons. But, in the United States, in 1971, there are 
no knights, no damsels in distress ... and no brutal Lords of the castle. 
That's absolutely true. There aren't any of those things now ... or are 
there? 

As a cynic Brandon is capable of living a life of free-love, taking his 
women 

anywhere and anytime, loving them and leaving them, but the idealist in him 
recognizes a gross wrong which he sets out to make right, it is the 
beautiful wife of Wally Jackson, who has been wronged. 

Carol Jackson was forced into an early marriage with a much older man, who 
is insanely jealous of any attentions shown his wife. He keeps her in 
virtual bondage. The only things missing are barred windows and padlocked 
doors. 

It would seem, then, that all the ingredients are present for the 
introduction of a modern-day fairy-tale, but this is not so. It is a story 
of reality, of adult sex, brutality and raw emotions, drawn from the 
real-life experiences of contemporary living. We, the publishers, are proud 
to present Young Girl Bride, a novel that speaks, satirically, perhaps, to 
the present, in understandable terms. 

There are no easy answers. In a society dedicated to the use of situational 
ethics, it may be necessary for each person to decide what is right and what 
is wrong; therefore Mr. Caldwell's novel presents no glib answers. The 
reader must define for himself the truth or the untruth of the plot as it 
unfolds for him. 

The Publishers 


Chapter One 

Entering the decaying, old mining town from the east on a twisting mountain 
road, Roger Brandon slowed to the posted speed limit. It was an Arizona town 
very much like many others he had driven through, and as he passed the 
Greyhound Bus depot, located in a false-fronted, tumble down store building, 
he decided that this was the time to do it. 

He stole a glance at her from the corner of his eye. She sat, quite still, 
looking out at the old buildings, the ambling townspeople and the sparse 
traffic, her long, unkempt, golden hair framed her rather thin, almost 
pixie-like face, giving the impression that she was peeking out at the 
world. Her hair was like a carapace. She could hide herself in it, from the 
dangers of the world. She never did ... really, but it was an idea that 
Roger had played with ... a sort of fantasy, in which he also imagined her 
as being in a cocoon, encapsulated, as it were, in hair and that she would 
one day break out of it, to soar free, finally, strong, beautiful and 
fragile like a Monarch butterfly. 

Finding a place to turn around, Roger drove back up the main street and 
parked across the street from the depot; then turning, to her he said 
gently, "If you'll get your things together ... you can catch a bus here..." 

Patty Deering looked out at him and knew that he was finally going to do it. 
He was sending her away from him ... and back home, where he had told her 
she really belonged. 

It had happened to her before with another boy, and she wasn't surprised. It 
always happened ... sooner or later. Her brown eyes peering out at him 
through a long strand of honey gold hair were placid; behind them, however, 
there was a calculating, older-than-her-years look. Just as gently and 
matter-of-factly, even though it spelled the end of a month-long odyssey of 
exciting travel - and equally excitingly erotic nights - with Roger Brandon, 
she said, "All right..." 

At her insistence, he bought a bus ticket to Los Angeles, which meant she 
would be leaving the bus in the downtown area. It left him only a handful of 
change from his last twenty dollar bill. There was a forty-five minute wait. 

"Hungry ... ?" he queried. 

"Yes..." 

They walked down the main street the two blocks to a hamburger stand. Patty 
carried all of her possessions, her flute under her arm, the zippered 
airline bag in her hand. She wore a long, shapeless dress with a macram  
belt; around her neck there were beads and a macram  pendant. Beside her, 
Roger walked, lithely erect, disregarding the stares and mumbled comments of 
townspeople they passed on the street. His long brown hair, prematurely 
streaked with gray, was combed neatly. It almost swept his shoulders. He, 
too, wore beads, a fringed leather jacket, jeans and Apache boots. He looked 
out on a world he didn't particularly like through dark brown eyes ... eyes 
that were deep-set, with a gentle, liquid look that measured and judged what 
they saw ... but he withheld his judgment. He couldn't say as much for the 
staring, mumbling provincial denizens of the old town. 

He ordered a hamburger and two cups of coffee from an almost openly hostile 
counter man. Patty ate the hamburger and drank the scalding coffee. She 
wasn't hungry ... but she had learned to eat any time food was offered her. 
It was an animalistic way of life. There had been too many times when she 
was really hungry . . and there had been no food to eat; so she ate the 
hamburger ... because Roger had bought it for her. She guessed that he drank 
only the coffee, for the reason that he was now broke. He had probably spent 
all of his money for her bus ticket ... back to Los Angeles and home. 

"You don't actually live in Los Angeles...?" 

"No ... my parents actually live in one of the beach towns," she told him, 
not wanting to tell him exactly where. 

"You'll try it ... for a while?" 

"For a while ... maybe ... but I'd have to split again..." 

"Will they take you back?" 

"Yes ... I think so..." 

"Patty..." he said, concern on his face, his eyes imploring, "you need 
nutrition ... and a doctor, maybe ... that's why I'm sending you back. It'll 
be no good ... sticking with me..." 

"Don't do it, Roger!" Her voice was brittle. 

"What...?" 

"Don't feel sorry 

and don't apologize!" she chided. 

He looked away from her, remembering their nights together for the past 
month ... remembering that with her, he had possessed happiness ... and a 
measure of peace, as she had given deeply of herself; yet, even though he 
felt a wrenching gut-ache for having made the decision to send her away, he 
knew that it was best for her. She was not yet seventeen. She had been a 
run-away ... at fifteen. During some of their long nights together she had 
told him some - but not all - of the things that had happened to her. There 
was the Haight-Ashbury scene ... communes ... free-swinging sex ... shared 
joints ... tripping out on LSD ... a minor flirtation with heroin ... travel 
with a commune caravan, sharing a man with two other women ... another 
commune in Greenwich Village ... Boston ... abandoned on the streets ... 
freezing cold, hunger, prostitution; finally, New Mexico and the rural 
communes ... the Jesus Freaks ... and a month ago, Roger had picked her up 
on a dusty road in West Texas. She was hitchhiking ... hungry, dirty, and 
clutching her precious flute case to her emaciated body ... and the amazing 
part of it was, he mused: she was still so loving ... so giving ... still 
not hooked on drugs ... or diseased. 

'Hell! All she needs is rest ... some good food, to put a little meat on her 
bones ... and some doctoring for that cough ...!' 

"All right ... I won't!" he agreed, looking at the clock on the grimy wall 
of the hamburger stand. It was almost time to start walking back to the bus 
depot. She had finished off the last of the hamburger, and she had drained 
the coffee from the white, Plastic cup. He didn't feel like smiling, when he 
told her, "It's almost time for your bus ..." 

Together, they sat on the splintery bench, in the sun of early afternoon, 
speaking little, yet saying much in the silences ... until the big, 
blue-and-silver bus arrived and swallowed her up into its comfortably 
upholstered interior. 

Roger walked across the street, opened the door of his old beat-up 1955 
Chevrolet. Just before he got into the car, he looked back at the bus ... 
something he had told himself he would not do, under any circumstances ... 
and saw her. She was sitting about halfway back, on the left side of the bus 
... and she was peering out the tinted window, her thin, pixie face almost 
hidden by that protective carapace of soft, golden hair. He couldn't tell 
for sure whether or not she was looking out at him ... but as he stood 
there, looking at her, he saw her lips move, almost imperceptibly. What had 
she said? It looked like: "Goodbye, Roger. 

Something slammed hard into his abdomen. 

Goodbye! Christ! How he hated that word. There had been too many goodbyes 
... so many of them so permanent! More than three-quarters of his company of 
riflemen had been killed by an ambush of V.C guerillas. Those had been hard 
goodbyes ... and somehow, this one was becoming harder. It wasn't the way he 
wanted it. He was just going to walk away from this one. That's the way it 
had to be ... otherwise... 

With grim determination, he climbed into the seat and sat behind the wheel, 
while behind him, he heard the sputtering roar of the bus' big Diesel engine 
as it pulled away from the curb. He watched it in his rear-view mirror, then 
listened to the receding sound ... until it was gone. 

She was gone! Patty Deering was on her way home ... and there was a great 
void of loneliness in him already. He was free of her. Still he made no move 
to start the car. Where would he go? He could go anywhere he chose ... just 
as he always had ... but now... 

Unmoving, Roger sat in his car and thought about it. At the end of ten 
minutes, he knew it had been a mistake. There was no guarantee that she 
would go home. 

'She ran away in the first place ... and there's really no going back ... to 
anything ... home especially ... once you've left it. It's never the same!' 

He could get a job ... settle in one place for a while ... get some decent 
and nutritious food into her ... get her to a doctor for that cough 

'... if she'll let me!' 

His mind was made up! 

The ticket agent told him the bus was scheduled for a twenty minute stop in 
another town, still in Arizona ... about ninety miles away. He was there 
when her bus arrived. 

He met her at the door. 

"I changed my mind..." he told her. 

"I'm glad you did, Roger..." There was the hint of a smile on her lips. "It 
wouldn't have worked ... going home ... you know..." 

"Yeah ... that's what I figured ... so let's cash in that ticket!" 

Patty held the ticket envelope in her hand. She didn't give it to him right 
then; instead, she asked, "Is it ... just for the sex part...?" 

"Yes ... that's part of it..." he admitted. 

"There's more...?" 

"I've gotten used to talking to you..." 

"You don't talk that much, Roger," she breathed, 

"But when I do ... you listen pretty good..." 

"And ... you're sure ... it's what you want?" 

"I'm sure!" he told her. 

She handed him the ticket. 

A few minutes later, in his car, they drove West on the highway, until he 
found a likely looking, little traveled lateral road, along which he drove 
for a mile or more; then under a stand of cottonwood trees, he pulled the 
old car well off the road among them, killed the engine and broke the long 
silence between them. 

"We'll camp here!" he said. 

"It's nice ... these trees are big and tall ... and it's quiet." 

"They're cottonwood trees," he told her, then asked, "Do you want to eat ... 
first?" 

"I'm not hungry, yet... Roger... 

"Neither am I ..." he lied. "Well eat later, then ... there's still some 
cans of food left ... coffee ... and a little bread..." 

"I'll fix it ... afterward," she murmured languidly, catching his mood, then 
opening the car door to step out into the slanting rays of the dying sun. 



"Don't you just love the sunsets in Arizona?" she asked him, facing the 
bronze ball of the sun that was dipping fast behind the far-away purple 
mountains. 

Roger was getting out the sleeping bag from the rear scat of the car. He 
came around to her, kicked a few rocks away and spread the soft bag on the 
ground. 

Then, regarding the flaming sky, he said, "No ... not really ... because it 
means the day is over ..." 

Patty sank down on the sleeping bag. "But ... it's the beginning of the 
night ... isn't it?" 

"That's right ... it is ... but it's the worst time!" 

"It can he exciting." 

"Yes, I know.. ." 

He lay down on the sleeping bag, on his back, stretching out full length, 
luxuriously, his hands clasped behind his head. 

"Do you want some excitement ... tonight, Roger?" She had seen, already, the 
obvious bulge in his jeans, knowing even before he had stopped that he 
wanted her ... needed her, urgently ... yet he wouldn't ask. 

"Yeah, Patty ... I do!" he murmured, looking over at her, his eyes 
reflecting his burning desire. "I've got a hard-on that won't stop ... 
unless we do something to kill it!" 

She was already taking off her boots. He watched her, liking the way she 
moved ... and not knowing why he had ever considered sending her away. 

'One thing for sure ... when she leaves, next time ... it'll be because she 
wants to leave!' 

Taking off her beads and the macram  pendant, she laid them aside then did 
the same with her belt. As she reached for the top button of her 
front-opening dress, Roger knelt up and reached out to them himself. Gently, 
he unbuttoned them, down to her waist, his avid hand going inside the plain 
dress to capture the smooth, warm flesh of a breast, cupping it in his hand, 
almost completely enfolding it, and he felt the tiny coral bud of her nipple 
cone out into his palm. He remembered the first time - it was only a month 
ago, but it seemed longer - she hadn't wanted him to see her body. 
Malnutrition had taken its toll of her. She was thin ... underweight, her 
ribs showing, starkly ... but now, her body was filling out again, its true 
beauty beginning to shine forth. 

"Go ahead ... and take my dress off, if you want to..." 

He wanted to do it. He did. She helped him, kneeling up and shrugging the 
long, straight and shapeless sheath off over her head as he pulled it up and 
off. 

Then, she wore only panties. She disdained both slip and bra, never wearing 
either at all. Kneeling there, facing each other now, for a moment Roger's 
eyes drank in her still-budding beauty, seeing the pouting, upturned mounds 
of her smallish breasts, wide-spaced and placed high up on her chest. He 
couldn't help but notice that her ribs weren't showing as much. She'd put on 
a little weight during the month she'd been with him. Her tiny, nipped-in 
waist swelled out into curving but still girlish hips, and her flat belly 
pulled in forming a little hollow. He crushed her delicately fragile body 
close into the circle of his arms, his lips seeking hers and finding them, 
soft, pliant and ready. 

Roger kissed her hard then, his throat making little animal sounds, as her 
mouth parted and her tongue darted, hungrily, into his mouth, the familiar 
honeyed taste of her driving through him to produce an involuntary jerking 
of his hardened penis against the confinement of his jeans. He smoothed his 
hands over the softness of her smooth back and allowed them to drift down 
over the swelling protuberances of her buttocks to fondle and massage, then 
he pulled her loins in tight against his own, the lithe muscles of her 
buttocks working in his hands as she undulated gently up against him. For 
long moments, he savored the erotic probings of her tongue and the smooth 
silkiness of her grinding buttocks, before he slipped his thumbs up over the 
waistband of her panties and pulled them down to her knees, over the long 
taper of her thighs. 

The deep kiss was broken as she stood to her feet, still encircled by his 
arms, then he slid her panties on down to her ankles. She stepped out of 
them. He drew the golden triangle of her loins to him, and his tongue snaked 
out to pressure through the curling flaxen pubic hair, deep into the upper 
part of her tremulant vaginal slit to find the burgeoningly erectile bud of 
her clitoris hidden in the warm, fleshy furrow between her thighs. He heard 
her moan of desire and felt her hips flexing, as she pressured her loins in 
tight to his face. Her body shuddered quiveringly when his moist tongue made 
electrifying contact with the pulsing center of her being. 

Patty Deering stood naked, looking into the rapidly fading red glow of the 
sunset, Roger's tongue causing keeningly erotic sensations to course through 
her ... and she felt a contentment, a measure of happiness ... just to be 
there with him, Roger had been good to her... good for her, and she had 
wanted to stay with him. Her disappointment had been sharp ... when he had 
decided to send her away, but she accepted it, just as she accepted being 
taken back again. 

'Oh God ... I'm glad he changed his mind! I'd never be able to make it ... 
at home ... with Mom and Dad...!' 

Then she raised her hands up to brush long strands of her hair away from her 
face, pushing them behind her shoulders. Her hair came down almost to her 
waist. 

Gently then, she backed away from him, saying breathily, "Roger ... let's 
get your clothes off, too..." 

Still kneeling, he looked up at her and declared, "I don't think I'll ever 
want you to leave ... again!" 

"You're ... trying to say something ... because you think I want to hear it 
... please don't say it!" she told him, her deep brown eyes somber as she 
regarded him. 

"I want to take care of you, Patty!" he said, rising to his feet. "... 
Because I ... I love you!" 

He had blurted it out, and it was not like him. Seldom did he allow his real 
feelings to surface. She turned away from him, and he knew instantly he 
should not have said it. 

"I-I didn't want you ... to try to change things..." she sighed. "You 
shouldn't be tied down ... especially to me..." 

'Hell ... now she might run...!' 

He slipped his arms under hers, from behind, and cupped her breasts in his 
hands. Nuzzling into her neck through the cloud of golden blonde hair, he 
murmured, "All right, Patty ... I understand! There'll be no strings on 
us...!" His hands smoothed down across the flat plane of her belly, 
caressingly, to play over her abdomen, one sliding on down to the silken 
triangle where he used the tip of his middle finger to titillate the short 
length of her fully hardened, throbbingly alert clitoris. 

Then, he knew the crisis had passed as she leaned back against him, her eyes 
closed and her breath coming jerkily through half-parted lips. The sparks of 
sexual excitement in her were being fanned into licking flames of desire. 

"We'll always have our ... sex-thing..." she whispered, turning her face 
back against his where he nibbled now at her shoulder. 

"... And I want to fuck you so bad my balls are aching!" 

She turned in the circle of his arms, radiantly raw passion on her face, her 
eyes glazing as he held her close and felt her hips move up against him 
again, the warmth of her loins transmitted to him clearly through the cloth 
of his jeans. Patty tilted her head up to him to be kissed ... and her hips, 
undulantly urgent, told him to hurry. 

Roger accepted the invitation of her lips. Their mouths met, welded and 
tongues thrust and parried, probingly, tasting and savoring, as a riotous 
welter of sensations slashed and seared their anticipating loins. 

His hands went exploring, moving down her back to the rounded protuberances 
of her smooth and supple buttocks to feel them squirm in his palms again ... 
and remembering that for all of her womanliness, she was not quite seventeen 
yet. It was the girlishness of her hips and buttocks that reminded him. 

Patty's hand likewise drifted down to between them, to feel the pulsingly 
hardened shaft of his cock ... and she remembered, too, the massive adequacy 
of it, as she found the prominent bulge in his jeans and outlined it with 
her fingers, an extra little thrill stabbing her deep in her loins when she 
made the electric contact. She moved her hand along its rock-hard length ... 
and remembered that first time ... a month ago ... remembered how frightened 
of it she had been ... remembered the ecstasy it had brought her since then. 
Then ... 

'Oh God!' She knew the real reason for being glad that Roger had changed his 
mind and had taken her back again. 'He's got a cock that's just out of 
sight!' She had to have it! 

Twisting her head aside, she gasped, "God ... Roger ... I want you to fuck 
me ... quick!" 

Swiftly, her hands went to work. She undid the buckle of his belt, then her 
fingers began unbuttoning his fly, her knowing hand dipped in, found and 
freed his eagerly throbbing cock, bringing its massive, hardened presence 
out into the cool air, to fondle and tease to complete readiness. She gasped 
as she felt the surprising size of it again, its blood-heated warmth 
sensuously, erotically penetrating the palm of her tiny hand which could not 
encompass it. The touch of her hand brought it pulsing to even greater 
hardness, jerking, involuntarily, in her slim, cool hand. With a barely 
contained feeling of awe, she explored it, tactilely; then she used her 
nails to scrape, light and gently, along its length, knowing that it would 
give him a heightened, erotic charge. Her reward came almost instantly; she 
felt its lustful, expanding throb, accompanied by his low moan of pleasure. 

While she played there, below, Roger began tearing off his clothing, ridding 
himself of his jacket and shirt. He was bare to the waist now, and he felt 
one of her hands snake down under him to cup his balls filled with his 
achingly needful semen. Again, she used her nails to taunt and titillate. He 
gasped aloud; the supercharged sensations caused his massive prick to jerk 
involuntarily, expanding and growing harder in her hand, its slitted head 
exuding a viscous tear of lubricant. 

Feeling its pulsating, blood-filled length hot in her hand, Patty suddenly 
shifted both tiny hands to the shaft of his cock. She squeezed him hard and 
held it for a couple of beats of his pulse. Again, he groaned then gripped 
the waistband of his jeans to pull them down over his hips to expose his 
naked loins to her completely. He wore no encumbering shorts under his 
jeans. 

Then, using both hands, she began to twist and wring the loose folds of skin 
along its hardened length, her hands rotating in opposite directions, as 
though she were wringing out a freshly laundered garment. The exquisite, 
excruciatingly erotic sensations stabbed through his big cock like a 
thousand pricking needles. It brought yet another moan and a short gasp from 
his lips. God! He had to get his cock into her, fast! He stepped back, away 
from her, leaning over to rid himself of his boots, so he could get his 
jeans off. The damned clothes were getting in the way. 

Quickly, he shed his remaining clothes, tossing them, carelessly aside in 
his rush, and as he turned back to Patty, who had been reluctant to release 
him even for a moment, she reached out avidly to recapture his granite-like 
cock again. 

Dropping to her knees in front of him, her mouth followed her hands. Her 
tiny hand slid back the loosely folded flesh of his foreskin to expose the 
fiery beat of the lust-inflated corona, its bulbous tip shining smooth as 
red satin in the failing light. She pursed her lips to kiss his throbbing 
cock's head, then her agile tongue darted out to lick and tease at it 
tantalizingly. 

Naked ... and ready now, Roger looked down at her to watch as her honeyed 
mouth worked on him, stimulatingly, her tongue licking the full length of 
the hardened shaft. The action of her voracious lingual member, its pink tip 
curling as she licked, was like a cat's licking its fur. The slashing 
sensations concentrated there, In the hardened flesh of his big cock, 
keening through him with almost unbearable demand! Damn! It couldn't go on 
like this for much longer. He had to get his cock into her ... and pretty 
damned quick! 

... But first ... he had to have something else! 

"Just for a little while ... before I fuck you with it," he breathed, "I 
want you to suck on my cock!" 

And Patty wanted to do it for him! Instantly, her lips ovalled to take the 
satin-smooth head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue running in 
tantalizing, circling swirls around the smooth rubbery head of it; then she 
flattened her lingual member down along the sensitive underside and sucked, 
like a nursing baby pulls at its mother's teat, her cheeks hollowing in and 
out as her mouth suctioned him with some. strength. After several strong 
pulls, he felt the sinuous tip of her tongue, as she probed with it trying 
to insert it into the tiny slit at the tip of his throbbing cock's head. 

Instinctively ... and uncontrollably, Roger's hips began to rock back and 
forth, almost imperceptibly at first ... then longer and faster, as she took 
more and more of his massively adequate length into her mouth, her lips 
nibbling and sliding down over it, absorbing his hard cock-flesh, until more 
than half of the shaft of his pulsating prick was sheathed in the moist, 
warm tunnel of her mouth and throat. The delightfully erotic sensations 
surged through him, lashing him with lustful desire. God! He had to get his 
cock into that luscious cunt of hers ... and fuck her to a standstill! It 
was too much of a temptation ... to go ahead and let her suck him off ... 
cum in her mouth! ... 

'But not now ... damn it! I want her to make it too!' 

"God, Patty ... that's it!" he groaned. "Stop ... before it's too late! I 
want to shove it ... into your cunt ... and fuck you ... so you'll know 
you've really been fucked!" 

Reaching down, he grasped her under the arms and hauled her to her feet, and 
she was forced, reluctantly, to let his involuntarily jerking cock slide 
from her hungrily sucking mouth. His arms went around her, his hands 
dropping down to the supple smoothness of her twin, globoid buttocks to feel 
them silky and lithely girlish under his salacious hands. His fingers 
kneaded, caressingly, the tender young flesh that was so warm and pliant. 

Then he pulled her in tight against him as he forced the hardened rod of his 
big cock between her thighs, pushing it into the thin golden curls of her 
pubic hair lining the pulsating furrow of her cunt. He thrust it back and 
forth there, against her naked cunt-flesh, feeling the smooth, lubricious 
moisture of her warmly throbbing pussy. 

The tiny, firmly pointed buds of her fully erect nipples thrust into his 
chest as her arms went around him. She let her hands flow across the strong 
muscles of his back, then parting her thighs slightly she dropped her hands 
down to grasp his slim, hard-muscled buttocks. She pulled him in hard, until 
their loins met, pubic hair intermeshed with pubic hair, and his cockhead 
nestled solidly all the way between her legs, in the moist warmth of her 
furrow. The bulbous head of his prick was taunting the tight, puckered 
little lips of her rear passage. 

"You do want it ... as bad as I do ... don't you?" Roger rasped through his 
passion-dry throat, as he sawed the massive shaft back and forth in the 
tender, sensate flesh of her loins. "You want me ... to fuck you...?" 

"Oh yes! God yes!" Patty moaned. "I'm so hot ... I'm just about ready to pop 
... already! I've got to have that big cock of yours in my cunt ... fucking 
me ... or I'll flip!" 

She leaned back away from him, breaking the circle of his arms, and crumpled 
back onto the sleeping bag. Roger released her and watched as she arranged 
herself, lying on her back, her thighs spread obscenely, ready to receive 
him, her hands flitting narcissistically over her breasts, fondling and 
cupping them, then sliding down over her flat belly, smoothing her thighs 
down the outside, back up the soft, inner thighs, to her sparsely hair-lined 
pussy where she rubbed, stimulatingly, while she waited for him. 

Roger stood there watching for a moment, his long, thick cock jutting out 
from his hairy loins at an acute angle. Patty's eyes were zeroed in on it, a 
smile of fearful ... yet lewd anticipation creasing her face. She was always 
surprised every time she saw it like this ... and realized its true 
enormity. But, she wanted it! God! How badly she needed it! 

"Ok God ... Roger ... it scares me ... every time ... I really look at it!" 
she gasped. "And, I just don't know ... how I can take it!" 

He knelt between her wide-spread thighs. With a grin, he told her, "It just 
takes practice ... I guess ... so let's do some practicing!" 

"Oh, yes ... Roger ... and hurry! Please, hurry!" She held her arms up to 
him, inviting him to come into her, and below, her thighs were splayed wide 
to receive him, as her hips ground in tiny impatient circles under her. 

Roger lowered himself down on top of her, his hips wedging easily into the 
angle of her thighs, his lancing hardness probing for the tender young flesh 
of her sensate cuntal slit. The instant his lust-inflated cock flesh touched 
her, she shuddered with sensual delight. Her whole body was quivering with 
ecstatic anticipation. 

Then he gritted out, between passion-clenched teeth, "I'm going to fuck you, 
hard ... Patty! Wild ... and hard ... like you've never had it before!" 

"Oh Roger ... lover ... I hope so! Do it to me ... like that ... deep ... 
and hard ... just as hard as you can fuck! I want to feel like I'm stuffed 
full ... of hard cock!" 

Moistly, their mouths locked together, tongues probed, busily, thrusting and 
parrying ... savoring each other again, and she squirmed up against him, her 
hips undulantly demanding under him. She slipped her hands down between the 
warm flesh of their sexually heated loins to grasp the pulsating, rock-hard 
shaft of his cock. Gripping it strongly, she used it to stroke the bulbous, 
blood-inflated head through the length of her palpitantly ready cuntal 
furrow. She shivered deliciously with the electric contact and felt the 
complemental, throbbing jerk of his big cock in her hand. Then she guided it 
unerringly to the tender, young opening of her vagina... 

Her sexual arousal had reached such a wild, insane level of desire that she 
could barely contain herself. She wanted his huge hardness up inside her, 
pounding into her loins with feral power and vigor. She wanted his titanic 
cock to turn her cunt inside out ... to tear her ... rip her ... destroy her 
with its ecstatic power ... and she wanted it to subdue her ... subjugate 
her. She wanted to be his sex-slave ... and she wanted it now... with all 
her being! 

Then, the head of his cock resting at the portal of her cunt, her hips 
grinding up at it, as he held himself poised above her needful loins, she 
closed her eyes, giving herself over entirely to the ecstasy of that 
overpoweringly anticipant moment ... and she was conscious of all the morass 
of sensations that were being generated there in her pulsing cunt. 

"Oh, Roger ... please give it to me ... now! Shove your cock into my cunt 
... and fuck it! Fuck it hard, darling!" She was desperate. 

He waited for a beat ... and during that split moment in time, Patty felt as 
though her whole existence were concentrated in her quiveringly expectant 
vagina. There was nothing else in the world as important. She was an aching, 
anticipating cunt ... waiting to be cloven ... torn asunder and fulfilled 
... at the same time ... and the cleaving, the filling ... and the 
fulfilling could be done only by her young lover's hard pulsating cock. 
Nothing else existed for her ... only the delicious rapture of the 
sensations coursing in her vibrantly wanting ... needing cunt. 

Using all her strength, she reached up and over him, then, to grasp his 
lithely muscled buttocks ... and pulled him deeply into her seething cuntal 
passage. 

When she grasped his hips to pull him into her, Roger knew what she wanted. 
He flexed his loins at the same time, adding his strength to her. 

With the smoothness of a well-oiled piston, his great cock smashed into the 
fully prepared vestibule of her vagina, the hotly throbbing head bursting 
through the resilient, expectant portal. Suddenly, it was racing up into her 
belly, spreading the young and tender flesh of her cuntal passage, waves of 
her coral sheathing flesh being pushed ahead of it, as his lustful cock 
plunged far up to the very seat of her womanhood, the blood-engorged head 
nudging past her cervix to lodge finally up against the far back wall of her 
quivering vaginal tunnel. 

Like a two-edged sword, it brought her instant pleasure ... accompanied by 
instant pain ... and she groaned aloud in an anguish of mixed emotions. But, 
she chose to ignore the painful part of it; she concentrated on the keening 
sensuality, her mouth open, breath rasping in her lungs, eyes glazed and 
unseeing ... and her thighs quivering as she took all of his length and 
thickness ... receiving him to the fullest. His pubic bone smacked loudly, 
painfully into hers, and below his expanding, sperm-laden balls swung up 
hard to thud dully into the smooth, hairless crevice between her nakedly 
upturned buttocks. 

"Oh! Oohh! Oooooohhh! Godddddd! It's so biiiggg! And ... so gooooooood!" she 
moaned. 

Forcefully, with insane power, he began driving his lust-hardened cock in 
and out of her, pounding wildly, probing always deeper and deeper, harder 
and harder, not pausing for a moment as he pinned her to the sleeping bag, 
skewering her with hard man-flesh, his massive cock pummeling her ... 
fucking her like some mythological sex demon ... or like a feral, rutting 
stallion. He knew it was what she wanted ... and he tried to rip her in two 
... to destroy her with sex ... subdue her to the will of his pile-driving 
cock ... and she loved every minute of it. 

Pulling her thighs back hard, she mashed them down tightly against the 
swelling hemispheres of her breasts to expose her naked, upturned loins 
completely. It gave him the fullest access, allowing him to thrust into her 
to the full length of his massively driving hardness. She was moaning 
unceasingly now, her hips grinding up at him in salaciously shameless 
undulations, countering his jack-hammered lunges with the vigor of her 
supple young pelvis. 

She was afire with sex ... and the fire was fed on the mounting sensations 
within her, obliterating all logical thinking, except those of sensual 
ecstasy. There was only one thing of which she was fully aware: the moist, 
sensate coupling of their wetly locked genitals. It was pure rapture. 

Only vaguely she knew that his hands were running over her, like the licking 
flames around a hearth-log. His lips were on hers, his tongue probing her 
throat in imitation of the action below. Now, his lips were on the smooth, 
satiny skin of her breasts, kissing, sucking and biting ... biting at her 
tiny, coned-out nipples until tiny rivulets of blood dripped from them ... 
and a strange, masochistic pleasure was added to the already soaring rapture 
in her fire-seared cuntal passage. 

Roger's body covered her, the total contact of the hot friction of his skin 
on hers an added heightening of sensation as he swarmed against her. His 
lean, young, strong body strained to bury the heavy rod of his cock up to 
the very root with every thundering plunge. 

For them both, at that moment, there was nothing but the flaming, soul 
destroying passion that entrapped them in its seething, fiery vortex, 
searing their flesh and inflaming the minds as they came closer to their 
mutual, soaring climax. 

He filled her cunt ... filled her and fulfilled her, completely, as she knew 
he would ... and it was as though his cock was a missing part herself ... a 
part she would like to keep right where it was. Fervently, she wished that 
it could go on forever and ever ... with Roger's big cock buried in her. 

'Oh God ... if only it could happen that way!' 

But, she knew it couldn't! There would be others after him ... as there were 
others before him ... 

'But, he's mine ... right now ... right at this minute I belong to him ... 
too...!' 

Moaning and mewling her delight, gasping for breath through a dry, raspy 
throat, words tumbled from her mouth incoherently as she strove to cum, 
almost greedily, to her orgasm, wanting it ... needing the ecstatic release 
of it to still the agony of her long wait. She hung there, suspended in a 
limbo ... ready to cum! 

"Roger!" It was a groan of supplication. "Fuck me ... hard! Ram your cock 
deep ... in my fucking cunt ... so I can come ... I'm almost ... there ... 
but I ... can't cum ... yet! Fuck me ... harder! Oh! OOOOoooohhh! That's it! 
just like ... that! FUUUUCCCCKKK MEEEEE! OOOOOoooohhhh! Now! Now ... I'm 
going to cuuuummmm! AAAAAAaaaaaaauuuuuugggghhhh!" 

Patty writhed squirmingly under him, panting out her climax as wave after 
wave of shudderingly convulsive but relaxing release washed over her. She 
heard Roger's breath, short and jerky in his throat, and she knew that he 
would cum, too ... right behind her. His cock was a punishing cudgel, as it 
slammed in and out of her wildly clasping young pussy with relentless force, 
making her whole body tingle with the thrill of it from the tips of her toes 
to the hair roots of her scalp ... and she lay there and took all of him 
deep into her soft belly ... knowing that she was bringing him an equally 
rapturous release. Suddenly his hurtling body stiffened above her with one, 
final, bone-smashing thrust that slammed deep into the viscid moistness of 
her sheathing cunt. He came. His big cock expanded, spewing his hot white 
viscous sperm far up into her vaginal canal. He groaned aloud with his 
pleasure as he ejaculated. 

Deep inside, she could feel the wildly pumping rod of his cock as it emptied 
its load of hotly searing semen into her, while at the same time the 
relaxing euphoria of her own orgasm overcame her. Then, with a final grunt 
of satisfaction, Roger collapsed on top of her, spent from his Herculean 
efforts, as his deeply buried cock throbbed and spasmed for several more 
moments, until the last drops of viscid sperm were pumped through him. 

It was dark now. The day had ended, and night had begun. It was to be a 
night of love ... of sexual love ... and new beginnings! 

Chapter Two 

Jonathan Crandall blinked his eyelids, rapidly, behind the thick lenses of 
his glasses, which gave him an owlish look, and one might almost expect him 
to hoot in place of speaking; however his bass voice belied the complete 
image. He lifted his glass of beer, drank deeply, put it down and wiped the 
foam from his mouth. He regarded his two friends sitting on the other side 
of the booth and said complainingly, over the whining country-western tune 
coming from the juke-box, "Hell, no ... Jackson had no cause to fire me ... 
just like that! He didn't even give me no chance to explain ... just told me 
to vamoose ... and don't never come back!" 

"Did he pay you off ... proper...?" Sam Dade asked. 

"Yeah ... he paid me! He even give me a week's pay ... in advance! He said 
it's to tide me over ... against getting another job ... but I think I'll 
draw me some unemployment for a while." 

"That's mighty white of him!" Sam observed, his black eyes snapping as he 
ran his hand quickly over his short, jet-black hair. "It's only fair ... and 
you had it coming anyway!" 

Jack Coil sipped his beer thoughtfully. He had known Blinky Crandall all of 
his life ... and there was something he wasn't telling them about his 
getting fired from Wally Jackson's service station. He came right to the 
point. 

"Damn it, Blinky ... you ain't told us why Jackson shafted you! What'd he 
say when he told you you was through?" 

Crandall's eyelids blinked, nervously, over his weak, blue eyes several 
times before he answered, "Well ... he said he didn't want no 
son-of-a-bitches ... like me cozying up to his wife!" 

Jumping in quickly, Sam Dade queried, "He call you that? A son-of-a-bitch?" 

"Well ... not exactly," Blinky hedged. "He said there's too many ... like 
that ... that come mooning around her! Truck drivers ... salesmen ... and 
like that..." 

Smoothly, Jack Coil brought him back to his question, again. His deep blue 
eyes were calculating as he thought about Carol Jackson. Damn! Any man worth 
his salt'd like to make it with that broad! "Did you ... ?" he asked. 

"Did I what?" Blinky had forgotten already. 

"Cozy up to Mrs. Jackson?" 

"Not as bad as old Jackson was saying I did! Actually, I didn't do nothing!" 
Blinky defended. 

Coil probed further. "Hell! You must've done something! You ain't got that 
job no more!" Then he suggested, "You try to feel her up ... or what?" 

Blinky Crandall tried to remember how it was. "Well ... you know how she's 
built? I was drinking a cup of coffee ... and I was setting on the end 
stool. She come around ... and was standing at the end of the counter. We 
was talking ... and all I was doing was trying to look down the front of her 
dress ... when Jackson come in from the service station part and seen me. 
Then he told me to collect my time ... and vamoose!" 



Sam Dade, ever one to look for some slight, an injustice, no matter how 
small, snorted, "And ... that's what he fired your ass for ... just for 
trying to look down her dress ... to see her tits?" 

Shifting his blinking eyes to focus on his old friend, Sam, Crandall 
grunted, "Yeah ... that's right!" 

"Hell ... it ain't like you had your hand up under her dress ... or was 
actually laying her ... or something!" Sam honked, trying to build a case 
against Wally Jackson. "Of course..." he smiled lewdly, "If it was me ... 
I'd sure as hell not stop ... just trying to look! I'd have me a handful of 
that tit ... and before she knew what was happening Id be stuffing her cunt 
full of cock!" 

"Well ... who wouldn't?" Blinky defended, feeling vaguely that Sam was 
condemning him somehow, for not doing something important ... something that 
would have been a real reason for getting fired. His brows knit together 
under his shock of sandy blonde hair as he tried to figure it out. 

"Hell! You're both a couple of amateurs!" Jack Coil accused. "You got no 
idea of what you been missing!" 

"What you talking about, Jack?" Sam wanted to know. 

"You're just wishing, Sam ... and Blinky here ... trying to play peek-a-boo! 
Why Christ ... I've seen every pimple on her ass ... and all the rest, too!" 
Jack bragged. 

"The hell you say! You been getting some of that ... and you ain't told your 
buddies about it?" Sam felt insulted. 

"I didn't say that ... I was telling you I seen her ... bare-assed naked ... 
lots of times!" 

Sam Dade stared, open-mouthed. He wanted to believe it, but couldn't swallow 
it. "Who you kidding, Jack?" 

Blinky too stared at Jack for a beat, and for once his eyelids were still. 
"Damn! How'd you get to see her ... without no clothes on?" 

Now Jack looked around the beer-bar. The twanging music from the juke-box 
had stopped, and he leaned forward to say in a low voice, "Well ... you know 
I got me that pair of high-powered binoculars the last time I was up to 
Phoenix? I been using them, to do me some looking, and man, have I been 
seeing things!" 

"Where ... damn it?" Sam rasped. 

"That ridge up behind Jackson's Corner!" Jack explained. "There's a track 
that goes up about halfway ... on the other side ... going to that old mine. 
I just drive up there ... hike on up to the top ... and get me a look right 
into Mrs. Jackson's bedroom! I even watched old Jackson fucking her!" 

"That must be something to see!" Blinky ejaculated. 

"Maybe ... and maybe not!" Jack smiled. "To my way of thinking ... he ain't 
much in bed! But Christ ... I seen something about sundown today ... you 
wouldn't ever believe. There was these two hippies ... a guy and a gal ... 
and she was sucking him off ... just as plain as day ... then he fucked her! 
And that was something to see! He was really giving it to her!" 

"Damn ... you must really get around." 

Sam felt a certain grudging admiration for the tall redhead with the 
partially withered left leg, which was the result of a bout with polio, when 
Jack was about nine years old. 

"Yeah, that pickup of mine'll go just about any place a horse'll go!" Jack 
was expansive now. He turned mocking blue eyes on Blinky and went on, "How'd 
you like to get a good look at Mrs. Jackson's naked pussy ... something 
that'd really pop your eyes out of your skull?" 

"Without no clothes on ... at all ... ?" Crandall was flattered by the 
invitation ... and he sure as hell wouldn't turn it down! It sounded like 
too good a thing! 

"Not a stitch!" Jack promised. 

Sam Dade felt left out. "Christ! How about me, too, Jack? I'd like to get me 
a look at that sexy broad!" 

"Sure, Sam but I ain't got but one pair of glasses!" the redhead explained. 

"I-I'll try to get hold of my old man's, then!" Sam was excited at the 
prospect Jack held out, He'd gone into the Jackson's diner lots of times ... 
just to ogle Carol Jackson's legs, and many were the times he had imagined 
himself laying up between her long tapering legs and fucking her. One of his 
favorite pastimes as he sat on a stool sipping his coffee and watching her, 
was to undress her, mentally ... 

'But hell ... that's not much better'n looking at them nudie magazine. What 
I'd really like to do is get her alone ... and give her a screwing she'd 
remember for the rest of her days!' 

His cock jerked in his pants, just thinking about it. "But, damn it!" he 
went on, expressing his real thoughts. "Just looking ain't enough! I'd like 
to get into her pants and fuck the hell right out of her!" 

"Fat chance you'd have doing something like that ... the way old Wally 
Jackson watches her!" Jack observed. "He watches her like a hawk!" 

"That's right!" Blinky agreed. "He was busy working on a car ... and he come 
out of nowhere ... when he caught me talking to her ... and trying to look 
down the front of her dress!" 

"Well ... all we got to do ... is put our minds to it!" Sam snorted. 

"We ... ?" Jack queried. 

"Sure! Ain't you guys ever thought about it ... about wanting to screw her?" 

"Christ! I'd give my right arm ... to get my cock into her!" Blinky 
admitted. "What do you think I was thinking about ... when I was eyeballing 
her tits today?" 

Jack Coil was thoughtful. "Well ... I like cunt just as good as the next guy 
... and Id like to give it to Jackson's wife, too! But, like I was saying 
... none of us'd ever get the chance! Wally Jackson's just liable to want to 
blow your ass off with a shotgun! You all know he's one mean 
son-of-a-bitch!" 

"Yeah ... we know him!" Sam agreed. "But it's nice to think about it 
anyway!" Then, changing the subject, he asked, "When are we going up there 
to see what we can see?" 

"How about tonight? Jackson closes up the place about ten ... so if you guys 
come over to my place about nine-thirty, we can be up on that ridge ... all 
ready for the show ... Okay?" ,Jack suggested. 

"Suits the hell out of me!" Sam agreed. 

"And you're sure she'll be running around her bedroom ... naked as a 
jaybird?" Blinky queried, still not believing his luck in being included in 
the evening excursion. 

"You can bet on it!" Jack assured him. 

* * * 

Carol Jackson's troubled, light blue eyes surveyed the clock on the wall, up 
above the end booth of the grimy, run-down diner. She was cleaning up and 
putting left-over food in the big refrigerator, preparatory to closing up 
the highway eatery for the night. She was bone-tired ... as she always 
seemed to be, having opened the place at seven that morning, preparing and 
serving meals to truckers and tourists, without help. She was cook, 
dishwasher, janitor and waitress ... and there was no help, except on rare 
occasions when her husband came in to assist her. That happened only when he 
wasn't working on an automobile repair job ... but that didn't mean she was 
left alone. She was never alone ... for very long. Wally was always checking 
up on her ... making sure she was busy ... and not talking with the 
customers any more than was necessary. Especially ... he didn't like her to 
talk to the men who worked in the service station with him ... fellows like 
Jonathan Crandall, whom he'd fired that same afternoon. 

It was completely innocent, she mused ... her talking with young Crandall. 
It had been completely silly stuff, of no real consequence, they had talked 
about ... but she knew, of course, that Blinky's eyes had been busy ogling 
her. 

'And that's what Wally seemed so mad about ... causing a big scene ... and 
firing him ... just like that ... because Blinky was talking to me ... and 
trying to see my breasts down the front of my dress!' 

She was both ashamed ... and flattered, as she remembered that she had 
leaned on the end of the counter on purpose, so that Crandall could get a 
good look, but she didn't know what had possessed her to do it. Her face 
flamed with the memory of her husband's accusations hurled at the hapless 
young man. 

'He seemed to be so broken up ... over losing his job ... I couldn't help 
feeling sorry for him ... and he certainly hadn't done any of those things 
Wally accused him of!' 

And that was the reason she was so troubled. 

After closing up the service station and diner, she'd have to face her 
husband ... upstairs, in their living quarters. He'd told her - after firing 
young Jonathan Crandall - that he'd take care of her ... later! She dreaded 
having to drag herself upstairs to face his towering rage. The fear in her 
was like a giant hand that reached up inside of her and ripped at her 
insides ... but there was nothing she could do ... except climb those stairs 
and take it. She was reluctant to admit, even to herself, that her husband 
Wally was holding her in bondage, if not actually imprisoning her here in 
this out-of-the-way place. They never had any visitors. Wally had never 
allowed her to get acquainted with the ranch people, who lived around 
Jackson's Corner ... so she had no women friends to talk to ... about 
women-things. All of her family were still back in West Virginia, and there 
was little chance any of them would ever be coming out to Arizona to visit 
her. They were too poor. When she thought about it, she realized that her 
parents had been only too happy to get her married off ... and out of the 
house. It meant there would be one less mouth to feed ... one less daughter 
to buy dresses for ... and worry about. Very seldom, did she ever get to 
town. Only about once each month did her husband take her along into the 
next town ... and only once since they'd been married had they gone up to 
Phoenix. 

'Of course, Wally's been sort of promising ... for about a year, now ... 
that we'd drive over to Los Angeles ... to see some of the sights ... and 
maybe ... go to Disneyland.' 

She'd never really seen very much at all! 

Two years ago, just after she'd turned eighteen, she'd married Wally 
Jackson, who was then forty-eight years old ... a whole thirty years older 
than she was ... but she'd married him because he was a businessman, who 
owned his own business ... in Arizona. It was a chance to get out of the 
rural slums of her own state ... and there was a girlish dream of wealth; 
besides, she had been flattered by the attentions of an older man ... a man 
who could really support her and take care of her properly. 

She doubted now that she had ever really loved her husband, at least not 
romantically ... like the boy she had dated while she was in high school. 
Frank Dexter was his name ... and she was sure that he would have married 
her. 

'By this time I'd probably have had a couple of babies ... but with work so 
scarce ... like it is back there ... we'd be on welfare maybe...' 

Again her cheeks flamed at the thought of Frank and some of their dates 
together. 

'Oh God ... I came so close ... a couple of times ... to giving in to him 
... and letting him go ahead ... and do it to me! I don't know how I kept 
him off of me ... he was so determined to do it!' 

But, she had not married Frank Dexter! When she'd met Wally Jackson, a 
home-town boy who had left many years before and was visiting briefly; he 
had been brought to their tumble-down home by her own father. The two had 
grown up together. It was the farthest thing from her mind to think about 
this old man as husband material, but his first wife had died about three 
years ago, before his visit in West Virginia. 

It was Wally who started noticing her ... and began a crude kind of 
courtship. She was stunned and completely surprised when he told her he was 
looking for a wife ... and was pretty sore he had found her. 

"Who is it...?" she asked innocently. "Anybody I know?" 

"I think so ... you know her better'n anybody else!" 

"Well ... tell me then! What's her name...?" 

"Carol Highfield ... and that's you!" 

"M-Me...?" She had been completely flabbergasted. 

It was her father and mother who convinced her that marrying Wally would be 
a good thing. It was practical. After all, he did own his own business in 
the far West ... and he was making an honest living. She could learn to love 
him ... later. 

She never did, of course. Oh, there was sex ... but real love? How could she 
love him? He was more like a jailer than a husband! Then, there was the work 
in the diner, early and late, for fifteen or sixteen hours a day. But, the 
worst of it was his extreme jealousy. He was always suspecting her ... never 
trusting her, really. 

'Well, maybe it's not me he doesn't trust ... but the men ... like the truck 
drivers and salesmen ... or the men working the pumps ... like poor Jonathan 
Crandall. I don't know why he's like that ... because I'd never do any of 
those awful things he's always harping on! 

Carol 

was almost finished now. Wally had turned off the bright service station 
lights, so she went to the front door of the diner, put up the closed sign 
and locked the door. 

Her husband came in through the kitchen, going directly to the cash register 
to count the money and put it in the canvas bag he carried. She knew by his 
manner that he was still seething with anger. It had been too much to hope 
for ... that he wouldn't be ... and she knew there was going to he an ugly 
scene coming ... just like some of them they had had before this. There was 
the vague wish in the back of her mind that she could somehow escape having 
to face him ... having to be beaten, possibly ... and later having to submit 
to brutal, mindless sex. She had thought about it; leaving him would be 
easy. It was the actual physical problem of getting away from him that she 
hadn't been able to figure out. She'd never learned to drive a car very well 
... so she couldn't drive off in his pickup. There was also the possibility 
of hitching a ride ... with a trucker or salesman ... but that had risks in 
it she didn't want to take. She knew that by the way some of them looked at 
her ... and the way some of them had made outright propositions. 

The only conclusion she could come to was that she was stuck there with him 
... with no way of escape that she could see. It was a cruel irony, in a 
way. Carol had thought she was escaping the built-in poverty of her family 
in West Virginia and now ... Well, it wasn't exactly poverty; it was just a 
cut above. They were barely making a living out of the combination service 
station and diner ... and working long hours to do it. 

'God! I don't know how much longer I can put up with all this!' 

Wally hadn't spoken to her when he came in to count the cash. Now he snarled 
at her, "If you're all finished up in here ... you can get your ass 
upstairs! We got some unfinished business to take of!" 

"If you're talking about Jonathan Crandall, Wally ... there wasn't none of 
that stuff going on you accused him of!" she said defiantly. 

Her husband looked up from counting dimes and roared, "You getting upstairs 
... or do I have to drag you up there?" 

She was cowed. Her defiance melted away. Slowly, she turned away, went out 
into the kitchen and up the stairs to the shabbiness of the two rooms and 
bath that was their home. 

As she went through the swinging door into the kitchen, Wally told her 
crudely, "And hurry up getting ready for bed ... because I'm in the mood for 
some nooky, too! It's been too goddamned long since I've fucked you!" 

'Three days!' she thought. 'It's been a whole three days ... since that last 
time ... he did it to me!' 

Three glorious days of her life ... that she hadn't had to lie on her back 
... and let him ram his hard cock into her ... like a jackrabbit squealing 
out his own pleasure ... and leaving her with nothing ... no feeling ... no 
pleasure ... only a load of his heavy male sperm up inside of her 
unsatisfied vagina. She knew there had to be more to it than that ... but it 
was her lot ... 

'And I guess I'll have to put up with it ... at least until I figure out a 
way of leaving him.' 

She hadn't really thought too much about where she would go ... when she did 
leave. One thing she knew for sure ... it wouldn't be back to West Virginia. 
Los Angeles and San Francisco sounded like marvelous places. 

'He'd never be able to find me ... in one of them big cities!' 

And there were jobs! She could support herself easily, of that she was sure. 
She was smart and quick, and she learned fast; of course, her English wasn't 
so good, but if she worked in a factory ... or waited tables, her lack of 
good grammar wouldn't he that important. 

Carol dragged her tired body up the stairs, knowing what was facing her this 
evening, and dreading it. There was the fear clutching at her guts again ... 
and there was revulsion in her. She was entrapped ... imprisoned, 
practically ... and enslaved ... if not in principle, surely in fact ... and 
she couldn't hold back the tears that dribbled down her cheeks. At that 
point, she was sure that she was the most desolate human being on the face 
of the earth! 

Realizing fully that fairy tales were for small children ... and she hadn't 
believe in them for years anyway, she allowed herself a tiny fantasy. 

'One thing's sure ... there's no knight on a white horse that'll come riding 
down the highway and rescue me ... like one of them damsels in distress ... 
but it's going to take some kind of a miracle to get me out of here ... and 
away from him!' 

She couldn't fathom what kind of a miracle she was looking for at all. 

'Somebody'll come along ... and help me ... somehow!' 

She was enough of a realist to know she would have to have help ... but what 
kind of help and from whom she didn't know. 

At the top of the stairs, she paused for a moment and looked around at the 
worn-out furniture of her living room. It wasn't much better than what she'd 
known in her parents' home. Swiftly, she went through the room to the other 
one, which served as a bedroom. She switched on the light and looked around 
the equally depressing sleeping quarters, sat on the edge of the bed and 
bawled. 

Disconsolately, after a few moments of allowing herself tears of self-pity 
and hopelessness, she rose and began undressing. Carol had never bothered 
with closing the curtains of the bedroom window. There was nothing out there 
for miles; as a matter of fact, the bulk of the chain of high hills behind 
Jackson's Corner, standing there solid and unchanged gave her a feeling of 
serenity, and she often stood before the window looking out at them, trying 
to draw strength from them. She especially liked to look out at them when 
they were bathed in moonlight, tracing their rugged ridge line against the 
sky and trying to pierce the deeper, mysterious shadows of the water races 
and gullies that scarred them. Her eyes were drawn to her favorite view and 
she walked over to the window to see it again. There was a bright Arizona 
moon shining down tonight ... and she finished her disrobing in front of the 
window, feeling completely safe... 

* * * 

Unseen, on the ridge, three figures hunkered down, two pairs of high-powered 
binoculars trained on Carol's window. 

Jack Coil chortled, "Didn't I tell you you could bet on it! Here, Blinky ... 
feast your eyes on that ... and be careful they don't pop right out of your 
head!" He passed the glasses over to Crandall who crouched down beside him. 

Fiddling for a moment or two with the focus to adjust the binoculars to his 
eyes, Blinky could see only a blur ... until he finally got it just right. 
He gasped, "Damn! Ain't that something! She's really got a pair of tits 
there! I'd sure love to get my hands on them!" 

Avidly, Sam Dade was staring through the optics at the nude figure of Carol 
Jackson. Below, his penis was jerking up into full erection with the erotic 
sight. He grunted, "I'm an ass man myself! That's a little closer to where 
the action is ... and she's got one of them nice round asses ... that's kind 
of soft and jouncy! Makes the screwing better!" 

"She'll be going to the bathroom in a little while!" Jack informed them with 
authority. "She probably takes herself a shower, because she stays in there 
about fifteen minutes ... so give me back them glasses ... I want to have 
another look, myself!" 

With some reluctance, Blinky passed the glasses back to Jack Coil. He was 
conscious of the growing erection that tightened up his jeans into his 
crotch, and he squirmed with discomfort, reaching down finally to adjust his 
pants to a more comfortable position. "What's she do ... when she comes out 
of the john?" he asked. 

"Fixes her hair!" Jack told him. 

"She put on a robe or anything...?" 

"Spring and summer ... she don't wear nothing!" Jack grunted. "Fall and 
winter she does!" 

"Then you been watching her a hell of a long time!" Sam burst in, 
vehemently, "And you never told your buddies about it!" 

"Hell no ... it's too good a thing!" Jack grinned. He too was enjoying the 
voluptuous onset of a fully erect cock. 

* * * 

There was always a tingly, naughty-but-nice feeling about getting undressed 
and going about naked, as she prepared herself for bed. She felt free ... 
and sort of uninhibited, for a little while, at least. It was then she felt 
most herself; of course there was some narcissism involved. She wouldn't 
have known what to call it ... but she was very much aware of her luscious 
body. It was only in the privacy of her own bedroom, or bathroom, that she 
did it, walking or sitting around nude, enjoying her own body ... looking at 
herself, feeling out the voluptuous contours ... but she was very careful 
not to ever allow anyone else to see her completely naked. Only her husband, 
and her mother had ever seen her stripped to the buff. She would have been 
embarrassed to tears if any other person were to see her like that. 

As she had removed her garments one by one, her waitress' uniform dress, 
slip, hose, and finally bra and panties, she felt the wash of the cooling 
desert breeze over her bare skin and shivered with a delicate delight. 

Still standing before the window, she turned to see herself in the cracked 
mirror of the scratched and scarred dresser. She was delighted with what she 
saw but a little bit critical, too. 

'My hips ... and behind are carrying just a little too much weight ... 
otherwise...' 

Maybe she'd have to cut out eating some of the rich desserts she loved so 
much ... but Carol ate them, perhaps as a consolation an attempt to find 
some joy in living. 

Carol studied her reflection in the mirror, checking off her good points ... 
and there were many. She was proud of her naturally flaxen blonde hair that 
shone with a silvery sheen. Every evening she combed and brushed it 
faithfully. She wore long bangs down over her forehead; in back it was 
teased up into a slight bouffant sweep, and little hanging curls, at the 
temples made it fetching. A black velvet hair ribbon set it off to best 
advantage. Her ears were small and well formed ... and she was glad she 
could expose them. 

Light blue eyes were set wide-spaced above high, fragile cheek bones. She 
didn't use cosmetics much, but mascara was one item she always used. 
Darkening her lashes slightly seemed to make her eyes look bigger. She liked 
them like that; however, she avoided eye-shadow like sin. 

'It looks kind of cheap to me ... no matter what them fashion magazines 
say!' 

Then, there was her nose. It was nice and straight, with delicately flared 
nostrils. Her lips were full ... sensuous, and on them she used a light 
shade of lipstick, not much darker than her natural lip coloring. 

Now, her eyes drifted over the rest of her body, seeing the smoothness of 
her neck ... the tiny hollows of her shoulders, above the collarbone ... 
rounded, sloping shoulders, blending into her upper arms, satin-smooth and 
devoid of tanning, her skin glowing creamy white. With obvious pleasure in 
the touching of them, her tiny hands went up to fondle and massage the full 
globoid swelling mounds of her breasts. The twin peaks of them were placed 
high on her chest, and close together the fleshy valley between them deep 
and narrow ... and as she rolled the tiny, bud-like nipples between her 
fingers, she watched in fascination as the darker pink flesh of their 
aureolas crinkled up, prettily around the bases of the sensitively 
coning-out tips. She shuddered with delight. Those marvelous sensations were 
sparking in her again, flashing through her body ... down her spine, 
tingling in her belly and concentrating in the sensate flesh of her loins. 

'Oh, it always feels so nice ... then when Wally starts doing it to me ... 
and I'm feeling all hot and bubbly ... and all ready to boil over ... it's 
over for him in a few minutes ... and then there's nothing more, except I'm 
all swelled up with excitement ... down there between my thighs ... and it 
feels like more ... and more ... until I could just explode from wanting! 
God! How I wish he'd do something different ... and make me cum ... all the 
way to the top!' 

Inexorably, her hands were drawn, like chunks of iron to a powerful magnet, 
down over the smooth plane of her flat belly, on down over the slight mound 
of her abdomen to the slightly darker wheat-gold hair that covered the 
triangular mound of her loins. Her fingers played there, caressingly, until 
finally she allowed the middle finger of her right hand to slip between the 
crevice of her softly throbbing vaginal slit to touch the awakening bud of 
her clitoris. The thrilling sensations charged through her body with the 
speed of an electric current ... and she withdrew her hand in alarm. It was 
a prudish holdover of her mother's upbringing. The memory was acute and 
deeply ingrained: "Carol! Don't do that to yourself! Nice girls don't play 
nasty with themselves ... like that!" 

Turning away from the mirror then, the self-indulgent interlude ended for 
her, she went into the bathroom, turned on the light and reached into the 
shower stall, grimy with automobile grease from Wally's hands, to turn on 
the water. She wished that just once ... one time only ... she could break 
that chain of thought reaction, instilled in her at an early age. 

'God! Every time I get just to the point where I'm getting ready to do it to 
myself ... Mom's always there ... telling me not to do it ... and I know 
it's just all in my head!' 

 * * * 

"God damn me!" Sam Dade chuckled, his eyes glued to the eyepieces of his 
binoculars. "It sure looked for a minute there ... like she was going to 
finger-fuck herself!" 

"I seen her do that lots of times!" Jack told them. "And right after that, 
she always goes on in the bathroom!" 

Blinky Crandall thought laboriously for a moment, then added, "Hell! Maybe 
she goes in the bathroom to diddle herself!" 

He was no doubt thinking of his own activities that he carried out in the 
privacy of the bathroom at home. It was a solitary, self-indulgent habit 
which he had told himself a thousand times he was going to give up ... but 
it was always later .. . when he'd do it! Right after he finished this one 
... 

'then I'm not going to do it no more!' 

Later never came. 

Just then, true to Jack Coil's predictive timetable, Carol Jackson 
disappeared into the bathroom. They saw the light come on in the tiny square 
of opaque glass of the bathroom window. 

Crandall, who was using Jack's glasses again, trained them on that window, 
hoping that he could see something. He grunted, "Maybe ... if we was down 
closer ... we could see something..." 

"Not a chance!" Jack said. "I sneaked down there one time ... and there's no 
way you can see anything ... in that john!" 

Sam Dade's mind was working on other things. "Listen, you guys ... we're 
wasting our time just looking at that broad! You can't do nothing about it 
except get all hotted up ... and go jerk it off behind the barn ... or go on 
up to Phoenix and get one of them old worn out whores!" 

"You got something better on your mind?" Jack asked him. 

"Hell yes! Get the real thing for ourselves!" 

"How?" 

"I'm working on it." 

"You'll get your ass blown off, too!" 

"Maybe ... maybe not," Sam said. "If we work it right ... old man Jackson 
don't never have to know about it ... especially if we give her a real good 
fucking! You said yourself Jackson don't do her no good!" 

"That's right!" Jack affirmed. "And ... if tonight's the night, you'll get 
to see the old bastard ... the way he goes at it! All we got to do is be 
patient and stay put right here ... because they leave the light on the 
whole time!" 

* * * 

Wally Jackson mounted the stairs to the living quarters above the diner, 
still nursing a can of beer. He had finished making the talley for the day's 
business, and now he was going to attend to some unfinished business. He had 
been looking forward to it ever since this afternoon when he'd fired that 
sneaky kid, Blinky Crandall. He grinned to himself with a satisfaction for 
having nipped that one in the bud. No damned, punk kid was ever going to get 
a chance to move in on his wife. 

'I'll keep her an honest woman ... damn her! Making eyes at that stupid jerk 
... and leaning over to let him look down the front of her dress ... to see 
her tits ... then denying there was nothing between them! Christ! She must 
think I'm stupid or something!' 

In the bedroom, he heard her still in the shower, and he walked over to the 
bathroom door, opened it, stuck his head in and told her gruffly, "Get 
finished up in here ... I want to get cleaned up!" 

"All right, Wally ... I'll be just a couple more minutes," she agreed. 

He turned back into the bedroom, set the beer can on the dresser and began 
peeling off his dirty work clothes. His reflection came back to him from the 
mirror. He was fifty years old, and he was proud of the fact that his black 
hair was grayed only at the temples. Hazel eyes looked back at him from a 
slightly sagging face. He wore a tiny, well-trimmed mustache over a weak 
mouth. Even though he worked at hard, physical labor most of the time, he 
was getting a little paunchy around the middle. Surveying the offending fat, 
sourly, he knew there wasn't much he could do about it unless he gave up 
drinking so damned much beer ... but he liked the brew too much to give it 
up, even for his vanity. Sitting on the edge of the bed now in his shorts, 
he finished off his can of beer. 

Impatient that his wife wasn't finished up yet in the bathroom, he yelled, 
"Get your ass out of there. .. and I mean right now!" 

Carol came out of the bathroom with a towel draped around her lush young 
body. He watched her as she walked across to pick up her hair brush. 
Somehow, the towel offended him. Getting off the bed, he came up behind her 
and pulled it off her, roughly. "You don't need to keep me from seeing what 
you got!" he told her. "But you're pretty damned free and easy about showing 
off to punks like Blinky Crandall!" 

'Oh God! Here it comes! He's harping on it already!' 

She tried to clutch the towel back to her, but he tossed it on the bed out 
of her reach, his eyes sweeping hungrily over her nude body. 

"Wally ... I told you ... there was nothing wrong going on with me and 
Jonathan! I was just talking to him ... is all!" she defended, knowing that 
he would go over and over it almost endlessly. 

"Well ... I say there was something wrong ... and you're going to pay the 
piper ... for stepping out of line!" he roared, then added, "No wife of 
mine's going to act like that!" 

Slamming into the bathroom he flung back at her, "And there's no way in this 
world you're going to get out of taking your medicine!" 

The truth was that Lettie, Wally's first wife, took her bitter medicine from 
him ... for several years before she died ... and all for some minor 
flirtation that had led to nothing but heartbreak and back-breaking toil. He 
had never forgiven her for, looking at another man, and he never let her 
forget it either. But, his own philandering ... well, that was different. 

'That's a horse of a different color! Men are different ... they've got to 
sow their wild oats ... some place else ... every once in a while!' 

He did, too ... not caring whether Lettie knew it or not. 

'Serves her right ... damn it! She had no call to go stepping out on me!' 

From the time he found out about her little infidelity ... until the day she 
died, he treated her just is he was now treating Carol, except that during 
the two years he had been married to his young wife, he'd had no reason to 
go looking elsewhere for sex. 

'Damn! Every man ought to have him a young wife ... when he gets along 
toward the middle years of his life! There ain't nothing like a young, 
tender cunt to kind of perk a man up!' 

Yes, sir! Wally was looking forward to tonight! He had a yen for some sex... 

'And I'm going to slap her around a little bit ... to remind her who's 
wearing the pants around here! Make damned sure she knows she can't throw 
her ass around at anybody else ... for no reason!' 

He hurried through his shower and stepped back out into the bedroom to find 
his wife sitting on the edge of the bed reading a magazine. She felt the 
need of some distraction ... something to calm her, to take her mind off of 
what was coming. There was no doubt in her mind but that her husband was 
going to punish her, physically, for her imagined trespass. 

Wally felt that strange thrill in him. His long, thick penis, hanging 
heavily below his paunch, was hardening almost to full erection. He reached 
her in three steps, jerked the magazine from her hands and snarled, "Now ... 
you little bitch, your time has come to reckon accounts and you know why, 
don't you...?" 

"All I-I got to say ... is that I wasn't doing anything to be ashamed of! Me 
and Jonathan was just talking ... passing the time of day..." Carol tried to 
say it with calmness. It was the truth ... except for one tiny fact: She had 
been flattered by Jonathan's attentions, and she had sort of leaned over ... 
further than she should ... to let him get a peep at the firmness of her 
breasts. She had done it on the spur of the moment, seeing no harm in it ... 
although it was a tiny bit provocative. 

'I-I didn't really mean to lead him on ... to anything else!' 

"Nothing you say's going to make any difference ... because I saw you with 
my own eyes, flirting with him ... and that's enough!" He reached for his 
discarded pants near the dresser, took the belt off, doubled it and swished 
it through the air. "So ... stretch out there ... on the bed, on your belly! 
I'm going to give you a few licks with this strap!" 

This was it! She couldn't avoid his punishment, no matter how unfair it was. 
Reluctantly, she lay down across the bed, gritting her teeth together and 
wishing all the harder that she could end her life of misery with Wally 
Jackson. 

Looking down at the lusciously full buttocks, rounded and smooth, the creamy 
skin unblemished, Wally licked his lips with a cruelly gleeful anticipation 
as his cock throbbed achingly, and swelled to lusty, full erection. He 
reached down and grasped its thick rod, pulling the loose foreskin back over 
the blood-inflated head. He didn't know what there was about it ... but he 
sure as hell enjoyed giving her a spanking. The screwing afterward seemed so 
much more enjoyable. His ignorance of his own sadistic streak meant nothing 
to him. He just went ahead and did it! 

'Hell! Why should I hold back on giving her the strap when she needs it' 

The belt sizzled through the air and Jackson grunted with the effort, his 
eyes staring wide at the welt it raised across her perfectly molded 
backside. 

'Damn ... that's it!' 

Carol moaned aloud with the pain. "Oooooohhh! Wally ... p-please ... don't 
cut me ... with that belt...!" 

He grinned. He'd hurt her all right ... but he figured he had more sense 
than to cut her up. 

'Christ! She's no good to me ... if I do that!' 

"Don't worry, Dolly ... these are just some love taps!" 

Again and again, his arm descended, each one raising a livid welt across the 
creamy whiteness of her smoothly rounded buttocks. She groaned with each 
stroke ... 

'But I won't cry!' 

* * * 

Sam held his breath. His eyes watched every detail, and his tongue snaked 
out to wet his lips. "Christ!" he breathed. "Old Jackson's giving her a 
hiding!" Little thrills danced through him, as he remembered the time he'd 
slapped that little Mexican whore around down in Nogales. She'd wanted extra 
money before she'd consent to sucking him off ... and he didn't want to pay. 

'She came goddamned close to sucking me dry after that!' 

He had left her with a bruised and swollen lip, and one of her eyes was 
developing a real shiner. 

'Damned greasy puta! She was really trying to put one over on me!' 

"He does that every now and then!" Jack said, speaking from experience. "I 
think he gets a kick out of it!" 

"Let me see too, Jack..." Blinky begged. 

Jack gave him the binoculars. Young Crandall focused on the action in the 
Jackson's bedroom. He gasped with concern, 

"He's got no cause to be beating her like that!" 

"Probably connected with the old bastard's firing you!" Jack said. 

"God! I hope it's nothing like that!" 

"It's none of our concern!" Sam Dade declared. "She's his wife ... and if 
she needs it ... I guess he's got a right to give her a licking!" His cock 
was jerking violently inside his pants. God! How he'd like to be down there 
in that bedroom! 

'I'd give a month's pay to fuck that broad ... right now!' 

Blinky wasn't sure of that. He wasn't very smart... he knew it; however, he 
did recognize the unfairness of the situation. "But ... if it's like you, 
say, Jack ... she's taking that beating because of me ... and what I done!" 

"He'll be fucking her pretty soon now!" Jack told them. That's what he liked 
to watch; it always gave him a big charge, although he was sure that Wally 
Jackson wasn't much of a lover. "Mrs. Jackson sure as hell don't get much 
out of it, though!" Christ! He'd wished a thousand times that it could be 
him fucking her instead of that old fart, Wally Jackson! 

* * * 

Carelessly, her husband tossed the belt aside; it had served its purpose 
well. He stood there for a moment smirking down at his handiwork his cock 
lancing out now, jerking and ready. He stroked himself with his hand as he 
grunted, "Let that be a lesson to you! I don't want you talking to no men at 
all ... unless you have to, in line of business!" 

She didn't move or respond to his voice. Infuriated, he roared, "You hear me 
... don't you?" 

"Y-Yes..." his wife murmured. 

"And you understand me good?" 

"Yes, Wally... I-I understand..." 

"And you're not going to do it no more!?" 

"No, Wally ... I w-won't!" she promised. 

'Damn me ... that always gets me so hot! I'm ready to fuck her right now!' 

Suddenly, he was kneeling on the bed over her, his knees straddling her hips 
and his avidly, moist lips were kissing her shoulders. Then down, down over 
her back, his licking tongue and kissing mouth swept, working toward the 
middle of her alabaster white back, until he had to slide back a little, his 
target being the soft punished flesh of her smoothly rounded buttocks. Now, 
he was at the dimpled small of her back, and Carol felt a hot glow in her 
loins. She shivered, because it felt so good. 

Then Wally was leaning back slightly, to stare with lewd desire at the warm, 
voluptuous young body of his wife, beneath him. The round, soft moons of her 
ass cheeks were reddened where the belt had bitten into them, and swelling 
ridges of flesh stood out on the smooth unblemished flesh. He reached out to 
caress them, feeling the warmth of the blood which had been brought to the 
surface of her skin. Hot, slashing sensations stabbed at her genitals at his 
touch. 

Unaccountably to her, she was getting hot ... wanting to feel more and more 
of those delicious sensations. 

'Oh God ... maybe I can make it tonight ... instead of being left with a big 
nothing ... like I mostly do!' 

She lay beneath him, squirming now with mounting excitement, as the glow of 
sexual arousal in her belly was blown into a full-fledged, flaming desire. 
She had never felt it this strongly before, and she rose to meet it, 
recognizing instinctively that it was what had been missing for so long from 
her marriage. The sudden revelation helped to stir the fire in her loins to 
greater depths of anticipated pleasure. The obscene teasing of his hands now 
began to bring her more joy with every passing moment. 

She moaned, face down, into the sheets covering the bed, while below her 
hips began to grind in tiny circles and her buttocks thrust up against his 
tantalizingly caressing hands. 

His obscene, goatish laugh came to her as he realized that she was 
responding to him. "Well ... ain't this something! You must he getting hot 
... for a change!" 

'Oh God ... he never gives me a chance to really get ready for it! Doesn't 
he know that?' 

Then she felt Wally's thick finger as it slipped down between her slightly 
spread thighs. It probed teasingly for a moment at her vaginal opening ... 
and she aware as it parted the soft blonde hair and slipped up inside her 
that she was all moist down there ... the way it used to be when Frank 
Dexter was dating her, and he had tried so hard to do it to her ... get her 
to go all the way with him. She blushed ... remembering ... 

'Things might've been some different ... if I'd stuck with Frank!' 

Her husband's thick middle finger surged in and out of her cuntal opening 
with relentless force ... and she froze, momentarily, allowing the searing 
sensations to course through her, ecstatically. Then he shoved two fingers 
deep into her now hotly seething passage. 

"Ooooohh! Wally! Go ahead ... and do it to me!" she hissed back over her 
shoulder at him, wrenching her head around in an attempt to look back to see 
what he was doing. 

Wally chuckled with glee. Christ! He'd never seen her like this! 

'Even asking me for it! Now that's a real change!' 

"All right, you little bitch ... but just you remember ... you asked for 
it!" he told her, leering down at her excitedly squirming buttocks. 

Carol was still lying on her stomach, and that's just the way he wanted her. 
She started to roll over to her back, because that was the way they had 
always done it; however, she was startled when he pushed her back roughly, 
and growled, "Stay just like that! I'm coming in through the back tonight!" 

'Not that! Oh, no ... God... not that!' 

But Wally's unsophisticated approach to sex didn't include sodomy. She was 
about to voice her objection when she felt him place a hand on either of her 
softly trembling buttocks, pressing the cheeks slowly and teasingly outward 
with his thumbs. Then she felt the head of his gigantic cock searching for 
the heated warmth of her moistly prepared cuntal lips. There was a moment of 
terror for her as he guided the lust-inflated head of his prick down through 
the smooth, white crevice, past her anus, and on down to the eagerly waiting 
lips of her vagina. She felt a strange weakness in her limbs ... and she 
wished he would hurry now ... get his big penis in her and do it ... and do 
it and do it... 

He felt his massively hardened cock brush across the softness of her 
blondely curling pubic hair, finally reaching the warmly pulsing lips that 
peeped out in passionate arousal from her cuntal furrow. As his 
blood-engorged cockhead found the viscous moisture of the thin vertical 
little mouth between her thighs, he grinned again with satisfaction. 

She's all wet ... inside her cunt! Man, she's really ready! 

That meant he wouldn't have to use his own spit at first, as he usually did. 

As soon as he knew the tip of his cock was there in the waiting little 
opening of her vagina, he lunged forward to drive the whole, lust-hardened 
length deep up into his wife's tender, young cunt. 

She groaned under him. 

'Oh God! It's s-so big I And ... it feels so hot ... up inside of me!' 

Wally was really proud of himself. "How do you like that?" he grunted. 

"Oh ... Wally ... It feels good! Shove it in ... and do it to me!" she 
demanded, her voice choked with passion. 

It was so new and strange to her ... this wanting him to do it ... and the 
sensations rippling hotly through her. 

'God! I-I don't know what's happening to me! I was beginning to think ... 
I'd never learn ... how to do it ... how to cum ... like it says in those 
dirty sex books the truck drivers leave behind!' 

Tonight? Was tonight the time? With all of her heart and soul she hoped it 
was finally going to happen to her. 

Wally was so aroused now, he couldn't have waited any longer, even if his 
life had depended upon it! He started right in ... fucking into her with 
long, powerful strokes, beginning with a rather fast tempo. He couldn't help 
it! 

'Damn! I'm just about ready to cream already! I waited too long, playing 
around with her ... kissing ... and all that crap! Hell! I'm a straight meat 
and potatoes guy ... get it in there and fuck like hell... that's what I 
say!' 

Leaning back, he watched his thick, hard cock as it moved in and out of the 
elastically giving lips of her wide-stretched pussy ... watched the pink 
tender flesh of her softly bearded young cunt as it gripped him, clasping 
his rock-hard cock and pulsating against him, and he sensed the working of 
the tiny muscles deep inside her sheathing passage that flexed 
constrictingly around his great shaft as he fucked deeper and harder up 
inside her. 

It hurt her. It always did ... because of the size of him, and she choked 
out a moan of pain, as the throbbing massiveness of his prick slammed 
savagely into her. But, this time it was different. As the pain began to 
subside, only the pleasure of those hot, burning little sensations was left. 

Behind and above her, panting heavily with obscene delight, Wally fucked 
rhythmically in and out of the soft confines of his young wife's moistly 
clasping young cunt. He experienced a sadistic thrill from seeing her in the 
debased position beneath him, and he began to pound into her faster and 
deeper. 

Carol groaned aloud and involuntarily began to undulate her buttocks up 
against him lasciviously, squirming them in tiny circles to counterpoint the 
tempo of his long, thick cock fucking into her with merciless power from 
behind. 

'I'll be damned! She's fucking back!' 

On his knees, bending over the smooth white moons of her nakedly grinding 
buttocks, Wally gritted his teeth as he fucked in and out, mindlessly, with 
long, hard, plunging thrusts, his own heavy buttocks hollowing with every 
powerful lunge. A feeling of absolute power washed through him, as he held 
her hips down, subjugating her completely to his granite-hard cock that 
fucked relentlessly up into her. He could feel the soft muscular little 
ridges of flesh inside her cuntal sheath giving way before the merciless 
onslaught of his mercilessly goring cock. 

With sadistic pleasure, he squeezed the already punished flesh of her full, 
round buttocks, grasping it hard and cruelly, until it oozed up in thick, 
pliant ridges between his fingers, making small bloodless hillocks of her 
tender, hurting flesh. Each time he thrust his titanic prick into her 
eagerly clasping young cuntal passage, his fingers gripped harder, squeezing 
her soft, unresisting hips, thighs and buttocks with sadistic strength, as 
his hands roamed over her at will. He was hurting her, forcing groans of 
torment from her throat as she struggled beneath him, wanting all of him ... 
wanting him to plumb all the way to the depths of her painfully hungering 
belly and bring her to a wildly soaring orgasm. She knew it could happen ... 
now! 

Faster and deeper he fucked into his softly moaning wife, feeling his own 
searing need to cum. He stretched the hotly quivering mounds of her buttocks 
wide open with cruel fingers, watching the coral folds of moist flesh that 
clung tightly around the shaft of his rampaging cock, disappearing and 
reappearing up inside her with each buttock flattening stroke. 

Then, suddenly, he levered forward on his knees and with a grunt of mounting 
satisfaction drove his lustfully plunging cock deep into her hungrily 
clenching cunt ... to the very hilt. He could feel the slight fleshy 
resistance deep inside her give way before the sensitive, blood-inflated 
head of his cock, which brought a soft, guttural sound from deep in her 
chest. Then he felt the resilient inner vaginal muscles close tightly back 
again to clasp hotly and possessively around his rigidly driving hardness, 
the enveloping tightness sending a tingle of lewd delight surging through 
his balls, and his cock, imbedded in her warm clasping channel, throbbed 
with his need to cum. 

Carol's eyes were glazed over with her building passion. She was a mass of 
deliciously erotic sensations, and she knew it must be a prelude to the 
rapture of orgasm which had escaped her for so long. She spread her thighs 
wider, under him, and ground her buttocks shamelessly back tip against him, 
wanting his plunging cock to go into her to its fullest length. Now with 
each battering thrust, she felt him, as the giant head of it flicked past 
her cervix, while the thick heavy mass of his curling pubic hair ground, 
tantalizingly, into the smooth, hairless crease between the widespread moons 
of her buttocks. 

Under her, her breasts, pressed into the mattress, and she could feel the 
hardened tips of her nipples dragging back and forth on the sheet as he 
buffeted into her forcefully, from behind. Raging fires of desire burned 
fiercely in her loins ... and soon ... 

'Oh God! Let it happen tonight!' 

She hung there, expectant ... anticipating ... wanting, needing ... ready to 
meet it. 

'Oh, I want to cum ... and cum and cum...!' 

Then ... faster and faster, her husband jack-hammered his big cock into her, 
his breath raspy and jerky ... until suddenly, with a high-pitched squeal, 
he stiffened, slamming into her cunt for one final, brutally deep buttock 
flattening stroke. 

He came! His sperm shooting from the slitted head of his cock in thick 
jetting spurts of hot, viscous life-giving liquid. He held himself rigidly 
in place behind her, as his rhythmically jerking cock pumped his balls dry 
of their heavy, passion heated load of semen. Finally, with a low groan of 
pleasure, Wally collapsed on top of his beautiful, still excitedly quivering 
young wife. "God damn! I really shot off a load ... that time!" 

Beneath him, Carol was desperate. She had been so close! But now ... her 
husband was finished, and he lay like a log on top of her, not moving. He 
was useless to her. Vainly, she moved her hips, grinding up against him and 
realizing at the same time that his cock, vibrant and alive and plunging in 
and out of her needful cunt only moments before, was rapidly losing its 
rigidity. 

'Oh God! He's getting soft!' 

She wailed pleadingly, "Wally ... can't you do something ... to make me cum, 
too?" 

"Hunh...?" He was in a stupor as the euphoria of his own completion overcame 
him. 

"I want to cum!" 

"Can't do nothing ... for you..." he told her. "I done shot my wad!" He 
rolled to his side from on top of her and advised, "Get yourself cleaned up 
... and let's hit the hay! I'm tired!" He had no understanding at all of her 
need; if he did, he didn't care. It was only his satisfaction at counted, 
anyway. 

Her loins were an inferno of desire ... and there was nothing she could do 
now ... to attain that will-o-the-wisp goal of orgiastic release. 

Dismally, she rose from the bed and padded across the bedroom to the 
bathroom. She went into the tiny room ... and for the first time ... locked 
the door. Her hand went directly to her as yet unsatisfied loins. At that 
point, nothing would have stopped her; those old taboos, drummed into her as 
a little girl were ignored, meaningless in the face of her great, unsatiated 
sexual need. 

* * * 

"God damn! Ain't that something!" Blinky Crandall gasped, as his own cock 
jerked painfully in the confines of his pants. "He fucked the bell right out 
of her!" 

He had gotten to see the tail-end of the coupling in the Jackson's bedroom. 
The real truth of the matter was: It was the first time he had ever 
witnessed sexual intercourse ... and so far, in his twenty years, he had 
never fucked a woman; of course, he'd never admit such a thing to his two 
companions. It would have been too embarrassing. Oh, yes ... he had tried 
without success, to seduce a high school girl a couple of months ago ... and 
he was frightened of ever trying it with a prostitute. It was his own hand 
that gave him a measure of satisfaction. 

"They've never gone at it just like that ... since I been watching them!" 
Jack admitted. "But I'd bet anything she didn't pop! She never does!" 

"Well ... maybe that's the reason she took off to the john!" Sam reasoned. 
"Maybe she goes in there to finish up the job that bastard starts ... and 
ain't man enough to finish!" He was more determined than ever that, 
eventually, he was going to have himself some fun with young Carol Jackson. 

'Christ! She's ripe for some real screwing!' 

* * * 

Safe behind the locked door of her bathroom, Carol sank to the floor, 
stretching out on the damp bath mat with her legs splayed out obscenely, and 
her hand clawing at the tender flesh of her demanding cunt. 

She had never done it before, but now she did it, shamelessly, with three 
fingers, held stiffly together, her thumb on the throbbing, erectile 
clitoris. Almost savagely, she pumped her fingers in and out of her 
passion-seared cuntal passage. 

it didn't take very long at all. Several stroke of her stiffened fingers ... 
and she arrived at the point of orgasm. She came, explosively, her loins 
arching up to meet her own hand, as her body convulsed in blessed release 
from the agonized waiting. 

'Ooooohh ... Godddddd! I done it! I done it ... to myself!' 

Her rapturous joy knew no bounds ... and her only wish was that she could 
have experienced it under her husband ... with his hard, love inspired cock 
driving into her. Then, the realization of his selfishness really jarred 
her. 

'Wally could have done something to make me cum! Why didn't he? Oh, God ... 
why'd he force me to do it myself?' 

Then she relaxed ... lying back luxuriously ... to allow the effect of her 
orgasm to sweep over her, the sweet release of it surging in waves through 
her young body. 

'Oh, I feel soooo good!' Then she reflected: 'And ... I'm glad I went ahead 
... and made myself cum!' 

Chapter Three 

"I'll buy our breakfast, and get some gas here..." Roger Brandon said as he 
swung his old car off the highway and onto the graveled drive leading up to 
the service station and diner, a sign proclaimed as Jackson's Corner. It was 
a crossroads. A straight, unpaved road, arrowed off into the seeming 
desolation to the North and South of the main highway. "Later on, well stop 
somewhere and stock up on groceries." Patty Deering nodded wordlessly. She 
was still sleepy. It was only about seven-thirty in the morning, but she and 
Roger had slept little ... and loved much ... last night. She was hungry and 
felt glad that Roger was going to feed her in a restaurant. She had looked 
over the provisions left in the back of his car. There wasn't much there 
that would have made a good breakfast. They had been driving for only 
fifteen minutes or so, and this was the first and only place they had seen 
along the highway. 

"We're in luck ... they seem to be open for business," Roger remarked, 
stopping the car in front of the diner. 

They went in and sat at a booth. Carol Jackson came over to take their 
order, greeting them pleasantly. 

"Two orders of wheat cakes, with sausage, and lots of strong, black coffee!" 
Roger smiled, noting, as he looked up into her face, the look of sadness ... 
almost a desperate sadness ... lurking in her light blue eyes. And, being a 
man, he couldn't help but note the luscious, womanly curves under her 
waitress' uniform. Then, sipping the hot black coffee she brought them, he 
watched as she prepared the wheat cakes and sausage. 

"Do you do everything yourself?" he smiled at her, when she brought their 
breakfast. 

Carol hesitated a moment, glanced at Pat who had already begun to eat, and 
knew that it would be all right to talk to this customer because he was with 
his girl. "Y-Yes I do," she said, turning away quickly. She went back behind 
the counter and busied herself with filling the salt cellars. 

Not very many people like these came into the diner. She looked at the 
couple covertly, and thought they looked like what she would call hippies. 
There was a certain, open friendliness about the man, though. He seemed to 
be really interested... his long hair, though, built a barrier in her 
thinking; actually, she didn't know what to think about people like that. 
She had seen so few of them. And, she'd never known a man who wore his hair 
that long! 

Roger and Patty finished their breakfast. He paid, then left a tip on the 
table. He grinned his goodbye, as he and Patty left the diner. 

Patty had talked very little while they were eating. "She's pretty..." she 
remarked. 

"Yes ... and very sad ... or worried about something. 

"Or ... maybe she's just tired!" 

"Could be..." Roger dismissed the subject. "I'll pull the car over to the 
pumps for gas now." 

"Okay." ... 

She disappeared around the side of the service station toward the rest 
rooms. 

Wally Jackson came out to service his car, as Roger pulled up in line with 
the gasoline pumps. 

"Fill it up with regular, please," he said, smiling. 

Jackson, unsmiling and unspeaking, went about his task efficiently. 
Friendliness to customers was not one of Wally's strong points. 

Glancing around, Roger spotted a sign in the window. Mechanic Wanted it 
said. Why not... ? 

He met Patty returning to the car. "You're my wife!" he told her. "I'm going 
to apply for a mechanic's job, here ... and maybe you can get on as a 
waitress. That woman could use some help in the restaurant!" 

"Oh Roger ... I didn't think you were serious ... about getting a job..." 

"It'll be for just a while ... then well hit the road again ... but 
remember, now, we're married, and have been for six months ... Okay?" 

"But ... no strings!" she hissed. "I might change my mind ... like 
tomorrow!" 

"No strings, Patty!" he agreed. I keep my word!" 

After paying Wally Jackson for the gasoline he had pumped, Roger said 
easily, I see you need a mechanic. I've had experience ... and I'd like to 
apply for the job." 

Wally looked at him narrowly. "You...?" he questioned suspiciously. "I 
didn't know people like you ever worked for a living!" His eyes swept 
derisively over Roger. It was plain that he didn't like what he saw. 

 "I take it you don't like the package I come in?" 

"Can't say as I do! It's people like you that's causing all them riots!" 
Wally ejaculated and walked back into the office of the service station. 

Roger hesitated a moment. Patty shook her head at him, opened the door of 
the car and climbed in. He chose to ignore Patty's warning and Wally's 
rebuff. He walked to the door and lounged there easily, waiting for the 
older man to recognize his presence again. 

"What else you want?" Wally asked. 

"I'd like to ask you another question ... if I was black or red ... or 
yellow ... would you jump to the same conclusions about me, as far as my 
being a mechanic?" 

"I don't get you?" 

"I'm a mechanic ... and I just asked you for a job!" 

"And I just told you I ain't hiring no hippies!" 

"I'm not a hippie! I've never been in a riot! I'm a mechanic who happens to 
have long hair!" Roger told him. "You see ... you don't know whether I'm a 
good mechanic or not ... I'd like to have the chance to show you that am!" 

"You're not talking any sense!" 

"All right," Roger said patiently, "if I cut off my hair and put on 
different clothes ... does that change my ability as a car mechanic?" 

Thinking about Roger's last question for a moment, Jackson answered, "No ... 
it don't change that!" 

"Then, it's only the package that's been changed ... right?" 

"Yeah ... I guess that's right!" Wally agreed some reluctance. 

"Then, the package's got nothing to do with at I can do with a wrench ... 
right?" Roger persisted. 

"Well ... you got a point there I ain't thought of..." Jackson was 
thoughtful. 

"So ... let's come back to the first question! Will you consider me for that 
mechanic's job?" 

"Yeah ... I might consider it ... I'll take your name and address..." 

"Not good enough!" Roger smiled. "I don't see any other people standing in 
line for this job." 

"No ... that's true ... you don't!" 

Roger shifted tactics. "Is that your daughter over there in the diner?" he 
asked. 

Wally bristled. "That's my wife! Why?" He was instantly suspicious ... on 
his guard. 

"She needs help ... and maybe you'd like take both my wife and I. She's a 
good waitress ... and I'm a good mechanic!" 

The owner and operator of Jackson's Corner saw some merit in that 
suggestion. 

'Damn! I never thought of that. A guy with his wife around the place all day 
... ain't going to be paying attention to somebody else's wife ... that's 
for sure! Hiring these damned punk kids around here ain't worked out for 
sour apples!' 

"You know..." Jackson smiled, "you might have something there!" He looked 
past Roger to see Patty sitting in the car, waiting. "I take it you don't 
live around here?" 

"No ... we're from Los Angeles. Roger lied glibly. 

"There ain't much to rent over to the town!" Wally said, thinking aloud, ". 
. but there's that old trailer house I got parked out back. Maybe you could 
fix that up good enough for you and the Missus to live in..." 

Roger was elated. They were as good as hired ... right now! "Then ... you'll 
put us both to work?" 

Jackson was still cautious ... and a little dubious. Somehow, he felt a 
little pressured, but he didn't know exactly how. He hedged a little, 
saying, "Well ... I'd be willing to try it ... for a week ... Let me show 
you that little trailer." 

The details of their employment was settled, and together Roger and Patty 
began making the old trailer livable. By eleven o'clock, they were settled 
in. 

Wally took them into the diner to meet his wife. Carol remembered them. They 
had been her first customers that morning. 

"I know you'll just love it here!" she told them, then with heartfelt 
gratitude she told her husband, "I'm sure glad, Wally ... because I can sure 
use the help ... especially when a lot of them truckers all pile in here at 
the same time!" 

Wally Jackson still wasn't so sure it'd work out but he was willing to give 
it a try ... besides, he'd been looking Mrs. Brandon over. She was young ... 
almost too young, he decided. 

'But ... there's something about her...' 

He decided he'd have to get to know her a little better. 

'You never can tell ... she might be a real interesting little piece!' 

It was confirmed for him when he saw her in the waitress' outfit. 

She'd braided her hair and coiled it around her head ... and below she 
showed good legs. 

'She's a little on the skinny side ... and she'd never hold a candle to 
carol ... but sometimes, a little strange nooky can be a lot of fun ... 
especially if she's young ... and somebody else's.' 

* * * 

Late in the afternoon, Jack Coil drove into the service station to get 
gasoline and a cup of coffee. Sam Dade was with him. As Roger came up to ask 
him for his gasoline order, Jack was startled for a moment. 

"Fill it up!" he stammered, feeling uncomfortable. 

Sam noticed his discomfiture. "What's the matter, Jack?" 

"Nothing! I'll tell you all about it ... later!" 

"Got something to do with him ... ?" Sam asked, looking askance at Roger who 
was going about his task calmly. 

"Yeah ... damn it ... but just wait ... will you?" 

Jack paid with a credit card. As he signed the invoice, he asked amiably, 
"You Jackson's new man?" 

"Yes ... I just started this afternoon." 

"How come he hired you?" 

"I guess because I was in the right place ... at the right time." Roger told 
him. 

Driving through the service station Jack parked in front of the diner. 
"That's the guy that was screwing hell out of a gal ... out there along 
Craig Road ... about sundown yesterday! It kind of gave me a start to see 
him face to face!" 

Jack got out and led the way, limping on his bad leg, into the restaurant 
where another surprise awaited him. He tried not to blush when Patty Deering 
took their orders for coffee and pie. 

"... And that's the gal..." he murmured to Sam. 

"Christ! That changes things ... from what we was talking about ... last 
night! Well have to figure out something else!" Sam Dade growled. 

"Yeah ... that's right!" Jack agreed, trying to see what he could see of 
both women's figures. 

Later, as they were driving East along the highway, Sam remarked, "Wally 
must be getting soft in the head ... to hire a long-hair!" 

"The guy's wife ain't so bad, though. She braided up her hair since I seen 
her yesterday ... bare-assed naked ... and her hair coming clear down to her 
waist," Jack said, remembering. "And she fucks like a real little bitch in 
heat!" 

"It's Mrs. Jackson I'm interested in, but now we got to figure a new angle 
on how to get next to her!" Sam persisted. 

"You really want to go through with that?" 

"Hell, yes ... I want to fuck her so bad I can taste it!" 

* * * 

During the next two days, Wally Jackson grudgingly had to admit to himself 
that Roger Brandon really did know what he was doing around the service 
station. The day after he hired him there was a brake relining job to be 
done for one of the local ranchmen. Wally turned the job over to Roger and 
was amazed to see him go about the task in a thoroughly skilled manner. The 
rancher's pickup, truck was ready for delivery before noon. Wally checked 
the work and found nothing wrong. 

'Hell this guy's good!' 

Wally began thinking about some possibilities: 

'With him knowing so much about running the place... I could get some time 
off ... run up to Phoenix ... maybe let Carol do some shopping ... And it'll 
be easier to get parts and supplies!' 

It was practical, and mutually beneficial. 

'But I'll hold off for a while ... and see how things work out! I ain't 
about to leave this place in the care of somebody I can't trust!' 

There was Roger's long hair. It jarred Wally ... even though the younger man 
had led him to hiring him, he still didn't like it. 

'Maybe I can talk him into getting it trimmed.' 

He asked Roger about it. 

"No ... this's my thing!" Roger told him pleasantly. 

"I been listening to you talk ... and watching you ... and you don't act 
like one of them hippies," Wally observed. 

"The hippie movement is dead and buried!" 

'Well ... what are you, then ... if you ain't a hippie?" 

"I'm just a guy who decided to wear his hair long ... after I got out of the 
army ... I was so fed up with everything that I just dropped out ... that's 
all!" 

"You a veteran?" 

'Yeah!... I did a tour in Nam!" 

Roger had lapsed into silence after that, only conversing in monosyllables 
when it was necessary, and Wally began to see the young man in a different 
light. He himself was ashamed of his own performance during World War II. 
While other young men did their part ... he evaded the draft by the simple 
expedient of not registering ... and keeping on the move through the hills 
of West Virginia, never staying in one place long enough to raise a 
suspicion. He sure as hell wasn't proud of it ... 

'But I wasn't about to get my ass blown off either!' 

It was a guilt he had learned to accommodate ... to live with, and those 
four long years were a dim memory; although, there was a period of time ... 
after the conclusion of the hostilities, when he still feared arrest. That 
fear had subsided with the passing years. He had never told his second wife, 
Carol, about it. 

'Hell! The less said, the better! Let sleeping dogs lay there's what I say!' 

Wally checked up on Carol, the same as he always did, but more and more he 
was checking out Patty, ogling her budding beauty and building fantasies 
about her. 

'She ain't hardly old enough to be married, it seems like! I'm going to have 
to get me a look at her!' 

He did ... the second night, finding a way to peep into the trailer. He got 
an eyeful. Roger and Patty were on the bunk with her upside down on top of 
him and his head was up between her straddling legs, his hungrily swirling 
tongue doing ecstatically erotic things to her. Wally gasped with surprise. 
He'd heard about such things. 

'Christ! He's licking her cunt!' 

Within the next few minutes, his mind was made up. He was going to get some 
of that ... damned if he wasn't! The decision was made, as he watched her 
suck hungrily on the long haired young boy's heavily raging cock. 

'Damn me ... if she ain't taking almost all of it up in her mouth! Beats me 
how she does it!' 

But, something in him kept him from trying to do the same thing with his 
wife! When he went back upstairs to find Carol in bed already, his aching 
erection demanding release, he snatched the covers off of her ... and raped 
her with brutal force, thundering into her whitely uplifted thighs with 
mindless fury. Again, Carol was aroused ... almost to the point of orgasm, 
and this time ... when she fingered herself to release, in the privacy of 
the bathroom, it came to her, easily ... without a sense of guilt at all. 

'It was easy ... and I'll do it ... any time ... I-I got to!' 

Now, Wally Jackson, determined he was going to take his long-haired 
employee's young wife to bed, for some fancy fucking, began to watch for an 
opportunity to be alone with her. The idea became almost obsessive. He had 
to do it! 

'Christ! The way she twitches that little ass around ... and those cute, 
little tits, solid but no bigger'n a minute ... just makes my hands itch 
something terrible, wanting to get a hold of her!' 

Patty was not unaware of the older man's watching, calculating eyes 
devouring her body ... and there was a certain ego-flattering thing about 
it. She supposed that if it came down to it ... she'd probably take the old 
man to bed. After all, it might get Roger a raise and insure their stay 
here! That's the way she wanted it! 

* * * 

During those same two days, Roger discovered that Carol refused to talk to 
him, except when Patty, or her husband, was present. He remarked the strange 
situation to Patty. 

"She seems to be afraid of her husband," Patty guessed. 

Then, on the second day, Jack Coil drove in, asking for some minor 
adjustment to the engine Of his pickup. While he worked, the tall redheaded 
youth, with the slight limp, seemed to be making idle conversation. 

"How do you like it around here ... ?" 

"Fine ... but it's kind of hot..." 

"Yeah ... especially Mrs. Jackson ... huh?" 

"She's very nice!" 

"You can say that again!" Jack said with a lewd smile. "But don't touch ... 
don't look ... or even talk to her! That's the rules around this place, you 
know!" 

"No ... I didn't know...!" Roger smiled. 

"Ill give you two weeks before old man Jackson fires your ass!" Jack stated. 

"Oh?" 

"That's about as long as they last around here!" 

"Well ... that's very interesting! I don't know yet how long I'll want to 
stay!" Roger told him. Then, "Here ... I don't think that fan belt'll give 
you any more trouble..." 

Roger didn't charge for his work. Jack thanked him politely, drove over to 
the restaurant and ordered his usual pie and coffee. 

Standing still, thinking for a moment, Roger decided that there was a 
message in what the tall, limping redhead had told him. He remembered the 
wistful sadness in her eyes ... and that feeling that Mrs. Jackson was 
haunted by fear. 

'She must be very lonely, too! Patty says she chatters about dozens of 
things to her ... but she claw up ... as soon as I come around!' 

Roger decided that he would have to get to know Carol Jackson better. The 
fact that she was such a beautiful young woman made it all the more 
interesting, especially in view of the taboos Jack Coil had told him about. 
He wanted to find out for himself. 

That afternoon, he found her alone in the diner. Patty was working in the 
kitchen. He asked her for a cup of coffee. She served it to him and went 
back to her chores behind the counter. Roger sat on the stool, sipped the 
hot coffee and studied her. Yes! She was definitely a luscious piece of 
womanhood. 

"Carol..." he murmured softly, "can you tell me something...?" 

Startled, she looked up at him through frightened eyes that darted around, 
reminding him of a frightened animal. 

"W-What ... do you want to know?" 

"I'd like to know why you're afraid to talk to me? I don't bite, you know." 
He smiled at her disarmingly. 

"P-Please..." she pleaded. "I-I just can't! ... Wally ... m-my husband ... 
is very jealous ... and he suspicious of everybody!" 

She moved to the opposite end of the counter, trying to find something to do 
there. Just then, Wally walked in through the front door. He glowered 
around, but found nothing wrong. Going behind the counter, he extracted a 
can of beer from the refrigerated case, ripped off the top and swallowed a 
large mouthful. 

"Ah, that's good and cold!" 

"I'm sure it is..." Roger agreed, 

"Want one ... yourself?" Wally offered. 

"No thanks ... I'll wait until later ... after I'm off work!" He picked up 
his coffee cup and carried it with him back to the station. 

'Damn! The poor girl is scared silly!' 

And, that evening, Roger learned first hand, accidentally, the true 
relationship between his employer and his beautiful, lonely, frightened 
wife. While Patty was busily engaged in washing up her waitress' uniform, 
Roger strolled off into the moon-washed, brushy waste, out behind the 
buildings. Glancing back, he saw Carol Jackson, in the second-story window. 
She was stripped totally naked. He stared! 

'God! She's absolutely beautiful!' 

Then, Wally was there. They seemed to he arguing. Silently, Roger drifted 
near enough to hear. Wally was saying, "I'm warning you ... maybe there 
wasn't nothing going on today... but I seen him looking you over! He ain't 
no better'n the others!" He shook his fist in her face, as she cowered away 
from him. 

'Its true ... it looks like! She's got a reason to be scared!' 

Chapter Four 

Patty had almost known that it was inevitable. Wally Jackson's eyes gave him 
away. He couldn't keep from looking at her, every opportunity he got ... and 
he made many such for himself. His eyes devoured her salaciously while his 
mind worked, undressing her mentally and making fantasy about what he would 
do to her ... when he had her young body helpless and naked. 

Mid-morning of the third day, Jackson made his way through the kitchen, his 
aim to cheek up on his wife. 

I got to keep her on her toes!' 

He didn't really trust her ... or Roger ... but his mind refused to 
acknowledge that what he was thinking ... what he wanted to do, was a 
violation of trust, too! He wanted; therefore he reached out to pluck it. He 
was unwilling to concede that it was wrong! Patty stood working at the long 
kitchen table, dicing vegetables. 

Passing by her, he allowed his hand to reach out, to brush over her almost 
boyish buttocks. It was not accidental, and Patty knew it. 

Her reaction was fast. "I thought you'd never get around to it...!" she 
breathed, just loud enough for him to hear. 

Wally stopped, confused. He hadn't expected that. "What you mean...? I'm 
just walking by ... minding my own business!" 

"Why of course ... Mr. Jackson ... just like me! I was standing here ... 
minding my own business ... when you walked by ... and my ... behind ... got 
in the way of your hand!" 

Wally roared with laughter. "Say ... you got a sense of humor ... Mrs. 
Brandon!" he gasped. "You can really turn words around!" 

"My name's Patty..." she told him with a fetching smile. "You can call me 
that ... too..." 

"All right, then ... I'll call you Patty from now on!" he agreed, then 
added, "You ain't mad, are you?" 

"No ... like I said, I was sort of expecting it ... you know..." She was 
offhand about it, as she returned to her task. 

"You was expecting me ... to..." 



"To make a pass at me...!" Patty finished for him. 

The conversation was getting a little deep for Wally. He'd never talked to a 
woman who said things like that. 

'These young ones ... are liable to say anything!' 

"Well ... I don't know about that! I might've been trying to be friendly ... 
but..." He was dissembling. 

Patty looked her employer straight in the eye and said, "Mr. Jackson ... 
you've been looking at me like I was bare-assed naked ever since, we've been 
here! You were almost drooling!" 

She spoke unvarnished truth, and he couldn't face it. "How do you know so 
much...?" he flared. "You don't know what I'm feeling ... what's inside my 
head!" 

"I've been watching you ... while you were watching me ... and I know ... 
that you'd like to get a chance to pull my panties down!" she said, 
challengingly. 

"Nonsense, girl! I ain't thinking no such thing! You're making it all up ... 
out of whole cloth!" He turned as if to leave, then flung over his shoulder, 
"Besides ... you're a married woman!" He headed for the door leading to the 
front of the restaurant. 

"Of course ... if that's what you did want, you'd find a way to send my 
husband off somewhere for a while ... wouldn't you?" She smiled a 
provocative little smile at him to see just how far she could goad him. 

Wally went on through the door, pausing only long enough to see that his 
wife was busy ... and that there was nothing going on that was out of the 
ordinary. He wanted to be alone ... for a while. He had some thinking to do. 
It didn't take him very long to come up with a conclusion: 

'The little bitch is egging me on ... taunting me to try to get into her 
pants! The way she was going there ... it's a wonder she didn't come right 
out with the plain words ... and tell me she wanted me to throw a fuck into 
her...!' 

Now, there was a slight problem. He had to arrange for his young employee to 
be away from Jackson's Corner ... long enough for him to get that hot ass 
little bitch into a bed ... and fuck her so she'd know she'd been somewhere! 
Yes sir! 

'And I'm the guy that can do it ... and I'm going to make her do some of 
that fancy stuff, too ... some cock sucking ... and me some cunt licking!' 

As it turned out, Wally didn't have to search far for an excuse. The 
morning's mail brought him a notice from the post office to pick up a 
package of car parts he'd ordered out of Phoenix. 

'Damn! That's perfect! I'll send him into town ... and it'll take him almost 
a full hour for the round trip!' 

Now that it was settled in his mind, he could hardly wait... 

A few minutes later he came in the rear door of the kitchen again. Patty 
wasn't there. He found her serving some customers. Catching her eye, he 
motioned her to come into the kitchen; then he opened a can of beer, 
surveyed the busy scene in the restaurant and retired to kitchen to wait for 
the young Mrs. Brandon le gulping the cold brew. 

When she came into the kitchen, he told her, "Your husband's going into town 
about two o'clock! Carol'll still be busy down here ... and if you're 
serious about what you was saying ... I'm going to be upstairs! That fair 
enough?" 

"So fast...?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I didn't think you 
were interested ... at all!" 

"Listen, you little bitch ... when I get you alone ... I'm going to fuck the 
living shit out you, understand?!" he grated, feeling now that she was, 
somehow, making fun of him. 

'Maybe that's what she's done all along!' 

"Oh ... you scare me ... big man!" 

"You making fun of me?" He looked at her suspiciously, not knowing what to 
think about her unpredictable responses. 

"No ... not really! I'm just thinking about whether I want to accept your 
... invitation. After all ... I'm a married woman!" 

"To hell with that! You're being a little cockteaser!" 

"I am...?" She looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. 

"You coming up there at two?" 

"Maybe! I'll think about it ... between now and then!" 

Wally could only stalk from the kitchen in retreat, trying to cover up his 
disconcerting confusion. He growled, "You just do that honey! Do some hard 
thinking about it!" 

The time passed fretfully. The lunch hour arrived and was passed. Wally 
stalked through the diner several times. Patty avoided him ... and he was 
sure that when he looked at her, her smiling eyes mocked him. Finally, Roger 
drove off in the pickup truck. Wally watched him out of sight down the 
highway. Well ... that keeps him out of the picture ... for a while! He 
locked up the service station and headed around to the rear of the diner. 

Earlier, he had toyed with the idea of making some kind of excuse for going 
up to their living quarters during the day ... like complaining of an aching 
back or a headache, but he had discarded the idea. He'd just go on up there 
and say nothing. 

'No call to make a big thing out of it! Anyway ... Carol's busy ... and she 
don't never mess around the station part. 

Patty saw Roger drive away. She looked at the wall clock. It was two minutes 
before two. She decided to make their boss wait a few minutes. At ten 
minutes after two she told Carol that her headache was getting worse and she 
was going to lie down for a little while. Carol was concerned, naturally, 
and urged her to go. 

"That's all right, Patty ... I can handle things in here all right..." 

"I'll come back in ... as soon as I feel better ..." Patty promised. She 
went into the kitchen and mounted the stairs to the Jackson's apartment. 

Wally gulped the last few swallows of a can of beer, as he heard her coming 
up the stairs. When she appeared, he grated, "What the hell kept you so 
long?" 

She walked into the middle of the room, looked around it before answering, 
"I was just trying to make up my mind. .. I guess!" 

"Well ... now that you got here ... come on over here ... I want to see what 
kind of cunt I'm getting!" he ordered. 

Instead of going to him, Patty drifted around the room, looking everything 
over; finally, she opened the bedroom door, went in and looked around. Then, 
she leaned against the jamb, languidly. "The bedroom's a better place ... so 
you come on in here with me ... Okay?" 

He had been too used to ordering his wives around - first Lettie, and now 
Carol - and expecting to be obeyed, so that Patty's not jumping to obey him 
really bothered him. He was flabbergasted! She was telling him what to do! 

'Damn! She's independent as hell!' 

He'd have to do something about that! Wally came out of his chair and went 
to her where she stood in the doorway. "You're acting too big for your 
britches!" he grunted. "I'm the one calls the shots ... around here!" 

Grasping her by the shoulders, he gave her a forceful shove toward the bed, 
propelling her backwards onto it. She flopped hard onto the mattress, legs 
open, on her back. Wally came to the side of the bed to stand menacingly 
over her. "Understand?" he snarled. 

Fear pounded into her throat, but she would not be cowed by this hulking man 
who stood over her. Patty felt a wild, subconscious desire to hide herself, 
as she had so many times, in cascades of her golden hair, but for working in 
the diner, she had braided her hair, winding it tightly about her head. 
There was no place to hide. She would have to face him openly. 

Gathering her courage and forcing her voice to calmness, she told him, "I 
came up here on my own ... because I-I thought you wanted to ... to play 
with me ... not push me around ... and try to rape me!" 

"I'm going to fuck you!" he grunted. 

"But, it'll have to be the way I want it!" she said levelly. "Otherwise..." 
She stopped for an instant, searching for the right word to use. 

"What ... ?" 

"Otherwise ... I yell rape ... of a minor!" 

"You're crazy! You're a married woman!" 

"But, I'm also not eighteen, yet!" 

Wally recoiled, stepping back a pace, She knew she had gained her point, and 
she pressed it hard. "Now ... do you still want to play rough ... or do we 
do it my way ... and have some real fun?" 

"Then ... you wouldn't ... say nothing...?" 

"That's right!" Patty grinned teasingly, "and I know just lots of ways ... 
to make it fun ... for both of us!" 

It wasn't a hard choice to make. Wally sat down on the edge of the bed and 
smiled at her. "I know when I'm licked!" he chuckled. "I'd he a damned fool 
... not to take you up on that!" He stretched out beside her and felt the 
crawling, drawing-up sensation in his scrotum that signaled the beginning of 
another erection. 

When he'd first come upstairs, right after he had sent her young husband 
away, his cock had been achingly growing ... but he'd had to wait; the 
waiting had made him angry, and the more angry he became, the more flaccid 
his prick had become. Now, he felt it throbbing with his racing blood. "And 
... maybe you can teach an old buck like me ... some new tricks..." 

"Maybe..." she cooed, turning to her side to face him. 

'Old? He's no older than my dad ... But dad didn't seem old at all, 
afterward! He was always so young and eager ... and loving! God! I never 
wanted his fucking me to end ... but mom found out ... and I-I had to 
split!' 

They were still living together, as far as Patty knew ... 

'But I could never go back, now!' 

Wally reached out for the slip of a girl who had changed him from a snarling 
rapist into a man who could become a lover, and she came to him eagerly, 
creeping into his arms for loving comfort, her lips searching for and 
finding his. He had always been more direct, going directly to the center of 
things, but he'd try it her way. He'd kiss her and fondle her ... and do all 
that other romantic crap, in the hopes that she could lead him to something 
worthwhile. Their mouths welded together, and her tongue probed excitingly 
into his mouth, to taste the coolness of the beer he had drunk. Tinglingly, 
his penis throbbed to full-blown erection inside his pants. Then, his tongue 
jousted with hers, bursting finally into her mouth. He tasted the sweetness 
of her mouth ... and his blood boiled erotically while his big hands went 
exploring the curves of her buddingly youthful body. it didn't take him long 
to discover that she wasn't wearing a bra under the waitress' uniform. He 
felt the firm, small breasts under the material, cupping them up and 
massaging at them, glorying in their soft smoothness ... and he could feel 
her tiny, hardened nipples poking into the cloth that separated his hands 
from her warm, damp skin. 

Meanwhile, Patty's hands were employed busily below. one hand found the 
zipper fly of his pants and lowered it, sighing. Then, that same hand snaked 
into the fly opening to release the gargantuan shaft of his cock from its 
confinement. Her tiny hand gripped it as she slowly worked it out, and she 
couldn't encompass it completely. 

'God! It's even bigger than Roger's!' 

It stood out hard and thick, spearing out through his fly, with a couple of 
wisps of his curly, black pubic hair lying alongside it, as her hand moved 
along its length and she measured it mentally, relying only on the tactile 
sense of her fingers. Deftly, she retracted the loose folds of the foreskin, 
then grasped the blood-engorged head, squeezing it rhythmically for a moment 
or two. She felt its countering throb, warm and smooth in her palm. Her 
other hand squeezed into the fly under his big cock to find the warm, sperm 
filled softness of his balls, drawn up to his abdomen. With gentle fingers 
she played there, rolling the egg-sized testicles between them tenderly. 

Wally's hand moved down across her back to the rounded, young girlish 
buttocks below, his fingers digging into the smooth warm flesh avidly. They 
were smaller and less fleshy than his wife's, but there was a sexiness for 
him in the young tenderness of them that he couldn't resist. 

'Christ! I got to get her stripped bare-assed naked.' 

He searched for and found the zipper in the back of her uniform, drawing it 
down past her waist. Patty helped him then. She released his cock, sat up 
and allowed him to remove the dress over her head. He tossed the garment 
aside, as his eyes alighted on her breasts. With a gasp, he lowered his head 
and sucked one of them hotly into his mouth, taking the tiny nipple and its 
aureola between his lips to lick and suck, while his hands fondled and 
caressed, feeling the wonderful satiny smoothness of her alabaster white 
skin. As always, when her breasts were handled, slashing sensations were 
generated in her loins, almost instantly. She had often wondered about this 
sensitivity ... wondered whether she could come to orgasm through 
manipulation of her breasts alone ... and she told herself that someday she 
would try it. 

'Oh God ... it feels so good ... I know it'd work!' 

She was already spiraling to a high level of arousal, and the old man didn't 
even have his clothes off yet. 

"Do you want to get your clothes off ... now...?" she murmured. 

"Hell, yes!" Wally grunted. "I'm so damned hot I could pop in a minute!" 

"I'll help you, Wally..." 

Her small, cool hands were fast and efficient; they moved on him with sure 
knowledge, and in moments he was stripped of his clothing. As his shorts 
came off last, she saw what she had been handling and bringing to fully 
alert erection. His cock stood out from his hairy loins, massive and hard, 
throbbing vibrantly, the exposed corona shining smooth and red, pulsingly 
engorged and ready. 

With her eyes wide and staring with frank admiration and awe, she knelt up 
above him and couldn't help saying, "My God ... it's so big ... and so hard 
... a lot bigger than I thought it was!" 

"That husband of yours got anything to match that?" he asked proudly. He was 
regaining his confidence now. 

"Roger's got a big one ... but this is really out-of-sight!" Both hands 
reached out to capture it, and lowering her head, Patty kissed it tenderly, 
her tongue flicking from between her lips to brush across it lightly with 
moist warmth. She felt its involuntary jerk and heard Wally's quickly 
indrawn breath rasp in his throat. Then she watched with fascination as a 
single tear of viscous lubricant from his rising lust oozed up in the slit 
at the tip of his blood-engorged cock's head. Without hesitation, she licked 
the clear fluid away, savoring its pungency. 

Then, her wetly searching tongue moved like a coiling snake, sideways, back 
and forth, across the ultra-sensitive, connecting membrane on the underside 
of the head. Several times her tongue strummed it rapidly, as a guitarist 
plucks the tuned strings of his instrument, and she played a soaringly 
erotic tune of sexual excitement on the instrument of his hardened cock. It 
responded, throbbingly, expandingly, and Wally couldn't hold back his moan 
of agonized pleasure. 

Abruptly, he tried to sit up. Struggling to a sitting position, he reached 
out to take her in his arms, lifting her naked torso up to him, and she came 
into his arms, eagerly ... easily. Jackson held her close, his hands once 
again running over her body ... then discovering that she still wore her 
panties. 

"Damn it ... let's get rid of these, too!" he growled and stripped them down 
over her hips and the smooth, long taper of her thighs as she knelt there 
beside him. 

Squirming from his encircling arms, she rid herself of the panties, tossing 
them towards the broken down slipper chair beside the bed. 

"If you'll lie back down now, I'll get on top ... for a while..." she 
suggested. 

Wally's ideas of sex always had the man on top ... dominant. He objected. 
"What the hell ... that ain't the right way to go about it!" 

"Remember..." Patty reminded him, "we're doing it my way!" 

Grumblingly, he agreed. "Okay ... I'll stand by my word!" 

She straddled him with her knees on either side of his hips, her loins 
hovering just above the massive hardness of his rampant prick. Carefully, 
she came down on it, allowing the underside of his big cock to lie solidly 
in the furrow of her quiveringly sensate cunt. His cock-head pressured her 
pulsing slit apart, to rest up against the erectile clitoris, hidden there, 
and as she increased the pressure, his cock was forced to lie like a huge 
log the full length of her cuntal furrow. Then, with her whole weight 
resting there on the curl fringed softness of her cock-split cunt, she began 
to rock back and forth on him, her hips undulating in little circles at the 
same time. His giant cock was in the closest possible contact with the 
moist, warm flesh of her needful pussy. 

"Oh, God ... dad ... I need this!" Her eyes were closed now. Her words were 
spoken softly, but Wally heard them. 

"Well, baby ... I'm not your old man! I'm Wally Jackson, remember...?" 

She opened her eyes with a start, realized what she had said and recovered 
her faux pas by saying, "Sorry, dad ... but that's just a slang term!" She 
knew full well what she had meant in the first place, although her saying it 
was a slip of the tongue. She also knew that dad was an outdated slang 
usage. It made no difference ... anyway. Wally didn't really care. 

Wally could feel her cunt's lips clasping around him, moist and soft, 
rubbing against his hard, pulsing shaft, entrapped between them. Her eyes 
began to go soft and liquid, and her breath began to come in little gasping 
puffs of pleasure as her electric sensations keened flashingly through her 
belly and tingled up and down her spine. 

"Wally ... do you want to fuck me ... as bad as I want you to...?" she 
murmured between passionate little gasps of quickly indrawn breath. 

"God! I never wanted nothing more ... in my whole life!" He began to thrust 
his hips up at her ... wanting to sink his cock deep into her tantalizing 
belly. 

His breath was coming heavily and more labored. 

'Christ! I've got to get my cock in the hot little bitch ... and start 
fucking!' 

He gasped with erotic agony as she began to grind the softly curling strands 
of her cunt hair up and down the hard rod of his cock with some force, 
riding him like one might a stud horse, without a saddle or bridle. It 
brought them both exquisite sensations. 

"Then ... why don't you tell me what you want! Let me know what you want to 
do to me! I'm here for you to fuck ... any way you want to fuck me!" Her 
voice was choked with mounting passion. 

Digging into both her breasts with strong-fingered hands, he clawed at them, 
squeezing the vibrantly tender flesh, making it plastic in his hand,, until 
ridges of her satiny skin oozed between his fingers like potters' clay 
before it formed into vessels. "And, by God ... I'll fuck you to a 
standstill! I'm going to shove my cock so deep into your hot little pussy 
it'll split you in two!" 

'Oh God, that's what I want, too," Patty moaned above him. 

He responded to the urgency of her stimulative ride up and down his 
rock-hard shaft, his hips countering hers, thrusting up against her 
energetically, his prick moving in the moisture of her more than ready coat. 

"Let's stop wasting time, baby!" Wally grated up at her. "I'm getting tired 
of waiting!" 

Quickly, she scrambled from on top of him and rolled to her back, spreading 
her thighs invitingly, obscenely, her hips revolving and undulant under her. 
With passion-glazed eyes looking out from her contorted face, she choked, 
"Then fuck me ... now! I want you to shove your big cock in me ... and fuck 
me ... and fuck me ... and fuck me...!" 

She lay back on the bed, arching her back to lift her loins up to him, as 
Wally came down on top of her, his hips wedging down into the widespread 
angle of her thighs. "Oh, please ... hurry!" she moaned. 

Raising her legs then, she flexed them, and her trembling hand reached down 
between them to grasp the huge, lust-inflated shaft of his cock to guide it 
expertly between the tender, pink lips of her heated cunt. She used the 
hugely throbbing head, moving it up and down the quivering length of her 
cuntal slit to part the soft golden down of her pubic hair ringing her 
vaginal opening. Then she placed his pulsing cock-head in position, the tip 
of it resting in the moist, vertical little mouth of her cuntal opening. 
"Now! Wally! Fuck it to me now!" she rasped. 

God! He couldn't have waited any longer to get his aching cock into her! He 
shoved his hips forward, flexing them with firm, demanding pressure. She 
felt the force of his urgent need and unleashed his cock, taking her hand 
away from the rock-hard shaft and bracing herself for his surging entrance. 

With a groan of anticipation, he slammed it into her, using all of the 
strength of his back and legs. It was an animal-like lunge that drove the 
massive shaft of his cock deep and hard into the pliant resiliency of her 
quiveringly welcoming cuntal passage. 

"Oooooohhhh!" she groaned beneath him, as he felt her elastic, only slightly 
resisting vaginal muscles give way before the fury of his cunt-splitting 
thrust. His cock plunged into the moist warmth of her vaginal sheath, the 
tender, young flesh sliding wetly along the thick length of his hardened 
shaft, clinging closely, tightly, like another skin ... clasping him, 
claiming him ... and absorbing him to the very root. Below, his heavy, 
sperm-filled testicles thudded into the globes of her nakedly upturned young 
buttocks, as he rammed his plundering prick deep into the widespread cleft 
between her open legs. He did it without mercy ... wanting only to bury his 
aching cock in her and fuck her so hard she'd remember it for the rest of 
her days. 

'It'll give her something to tell her grandkids about!' 

Patty groaned aloud with the first pain of his crashing entrance, as her 
boyfriend's employer's lust-hardened cock thundered into her. He plumbed the 
depths of her cunt, his cock's head flicking painfully past the neck of her 
womb to ram the far back wall of her wanting vagina. 

Lying there under him, she twisted her hips, trying to screw them back into 
the mattress involuntarily in an attempt to get away from the sudden - but 
not unexpected - pain of it. She had asked for it. She wanted him to fuck 
her ... hard! He was doing it ... and that was what she wanted. She had to 
feel it ... had to know that she had been fucked ... and fucked good! Her 
face contorted with the pain. She moaned ... but he only plunged harder, 
attempting to stuff the final fraction of an inch of his giant cock into her 
soft and moistly ready pussy. She was pinned immobile to the mattress, her 
cunt crammed full of his throbbing man-flesh. 

He stopped for a moment, knowing that he had to let her vagina adjust to 
him, resting on top of her with his thick cock skewering her to the 
mattress. Opening her eyes, she smiled up at him, her dark brown eyes 
reflecting the ecstasy that was replacing the pain of his entrance. Now, she 
could enjoy the cunt-filling sensations his hugely pulsating penis 
engendered in her. 

"Oh ... that's it!" she moaned. "That feels just great ... now!" 

Her hips began to move under him; first in little, undulating circles, 
tantalizingly, and after a moment or two, changed to longer, up and down 
strokes, her hips screwing back to force partial withdrawal, then climbing 
up the heavy pole of his cock nibblingly, until she had absorbed it all 
again. Finally, her buttocks were gyrating wildly, as her sensuality was 
blown to a raging inferno in her demanding loins. 

Wally, too, was enraptured. He'd never fucked a woman like Patty before ... 
a woman whose lust matched his own. 

'Christ! She's fucking ... for both of us ... right now!' 

He could feel the fire in her cunt that clasped him. It felt moist, warm and 
vibrant ... and the way she was moving around under him was driving him 
wild. He was willing to let her do it ... for a while! 

He held himself poised over her, bracing himself on knees and elbows, while 
her wildly thrashing body surged against him, her voracious young cunt 
slithering up and down the rigid, thick length of his cock with wanton 
abandon. Several times then, he countered her, his powerful body driving his 
cock into her at, the same time as she bucked up against him. 

Then, he began to dominate her, to make her move with him, grinding his 
pelvis against her with powerfully deep thrusts, his cock moving in and out 
of her cuntal sheath, rhythmically, and regaining what he considered to be 
his rightful male mastery of the situation ... of her. Patty strained back 
at him, welcoming his hard and deep plunges ... and accepting his manly 
primacy; finally, her movements matched his, counterpointing him smoothly, 
so that he ranged into her quivering belly with surging, animalistic power. 

She moaned in sexual ecstasy beneath him, accepting his pounding cock to the 
fullest,, lifting her loins up to him, arching her back tip to meet him, her 
legs opening and closing around his thick waist, fucking back at his 
rampaging prick and chanting out her demands for sexual surrender. 

"Fuck me!" she moaned between passion-clenched teeth. "Fuck me ... hard ... 
long, deep! Give it to me ... all of it!" 

Her words were like the rowel of a spur biting into him, driving him on to 
plunging, goring wildness as he fucked into her, shoving the massively 
hardened shaft of his cock into her steaming loins with redoubled effort. 

Patty's mouth gaped open pantingly and her head swiveled from side to side 
as he went into her quivering belly deeper, faster and harder, his cock 
expanding every moment and filling her cuntal passage with its 
blood-engorged length. She pulled her knees tip to her chest, her loins 
exposed to him vulnerably inviting him to plumb her sexual depths to the her 
very core. It was good ... but she had to have more! 

"Wally ... I want to change ... now!" she gasped. I want it ... a different 
way.!" 

"Change now?" he panted. "Damn! I'm going to pop pretty soon ... now!" 

"You'll pop! I ... I guarantee it! It'll drive you out of your skull!" 

"I like it ... like this!" he defended. 

"You'll flip over the other way!" Patty insisted. "Now let me up ... and 
I'll show you a new ... and different way to fuck!" She pushed hard against 
his chest. 

Reluctantly, he pulled out of her and rolled to his side, as she scrambled 
lithely to her knees, presenting him with the firm, budding womanliness of 
her youthful buttocks, jiggling them in his face teasingly. Down between her 
thighs he could see the flowered-open lips of her cunt with its golden ring 
of pubic hair. It seemed to quiver smilingly at him, and above was the 
tightly puckered brownish ring of her anus, which seemed to beckon 
lasciviously to him. He wasn't sure what she had in mind ... yet. 

"Now what ... ?" he grunted impatiently. His big cock was jerking and 
throbbing with demanding insistence for its interrupted satisfaction. 

"Get on ... behind me!" Patty instructed, her voice shaky with lewd 
anticipation. 

He knelt in position behind her provocatively waggling buttocks, his cock 
spearing out yearningly toward the soft, quivering crevice between her 
softly rounded buttocks. 

'God! She's really just a youngster ... she's got no more hips than a boy!' 

"Hell ... this ain't any different than going it dog-fashion!" he 
complained. 

"Just wait!" she breathed, barely able to contain her excitement. 

She reached back between her legs, found the shaft of his rock-hard prick, 
grasped it and guided it to her cunt-lips, where she dipped the tip of the 
heavy, bulbous head into the moistly flowing little mouth, lubricating it 
well; then, with deliberate care, she moved the monstrous, blood-engorged 
cock's head upward to the tiny, crinkled opening of her anus, smearing the 
viscous liquid on the warmly flexing lips to prepare it for his entrance 
there. 

Wally's heart thudded with suddenly increased excitement. 

'Christ! She's wanting me to fuck her in the ass!' 

"Spread my behind ... with your hands ... I'll guide it in for you!" she 
breathed. 

'God! I sure as hell will!' 

He reached out, grasping a smooth, trembling buttock cheek in each hand and 
spread them wide to reveal the small vulnerable entrance of her tightly 
flexing rear passage. Staring down at the tiny target, he moved in close 
behind her. 

"Now ... put it in ... nice and slow!" she told him, her voice cracking with 
emotion. 

Her fingers pressed the satin-smooth head of his big cock up against the 
rubbery, puckered flesh of tightly clenched outer ring, and he strained 
against it, moving slowly and with constantly increasing pressure, until 
with a faint popping sound, the resilient ring of muscles gave way, the 
huge, monstrous head of his cock popping suddenly up inside. He felt the 
tantalizingly elastic muscles claim him, clasping closely around the pulsing 
head of his prick, strongly, the tight yet soft sponginess of her rear 
passage producing a series of erotic sensations that he had never felt 
before in his life. The sensitive corona was trapped, almost painfully, and 
he was startled for a moment, a feeling of panic seizing at his insides ... 
but then, her anal muscles began to relax, relieving his feeling of having 
his cock caught in a mouse trap. 

"Shove it in ... all the way ... now!" she hissed back over her shoulder, 
her face a mask of lascivious desire. 

Willingly, he obeyed. Flexing his pelvis powerfully, he shoved harder, and 
the length and breadth of his massive cock disappeared completely right 
inside her hot clasping young rectum. He gaped down to see only a tiny 
stretch of it that was not absorbed. Instinctively, he paused there, not 
moving, yet, conscious that her rear channel would have to adjust to the 
unnatural invasion. 

Patty groaned with the pleasure-pain of it, knowing that within moments it 
would be exquisite joy for her. 

"AAAAaaaahbhh, that's it!" she mewled, crooningly. "Let's do it ... now! 
Pull it out all the way!" 

He didn't understand it. He'd just gotten his cock into her! But, he did it. 
His long, thick pulsing rod came out of her with a rush. She still guided it 
with thumb and forefinger, and she lowered the aim, pressing the impatient 
head at her cuntal opening. "Now, fuck it up in my cunt ... deep and hard!" 
she told him. 

Without hesitation, he flexed his hips and drove the lengthy thickness of 
his cock far up into the yearning moistness of her tender, sensate pussy. 

"Fuck back and forth ... between them!" she gasped, swiveling her head to 
look around at him. "Once in my cunt ... the next in my ass!" 

"God damn!" he grunted. "I ain't never thought of it!" 

But he didn't need a second invitation ... or further instruction. He 
withdrew his cock out of her vaginal sheath, and she directed it to her 
rectum again. It went into her easier this time ... all the way to the root, 
until his pubic bone smacked up tight into the narrow crevice between the 
cheeks of her buttocks. Her rear passage was even more relaxed, and he 
rammed it in with wild, insane abandon. God! He'd never felt anything like 
it! 

Again, she gasped aloud with the strange mixture of pain and pleasure it 
brought her, and she heard his animal grunt of lewd satisfaction behind her. 
Then he pulled it out of her backside, and she guided it to the demanding 
lips of her cunt, where he plunged deeply, with the force of a pile driver, 
his balls slapping resoundingly into the soft, inner smoothness of her 
thighs. 

The pattern was established quickly. He moved with feral energy in and out 
of her, alternating between her anus and vagina; they were long, rampaging 
thrusts, backed by his strong legs and pelvis that gored her deeply, while 
she guided his big cock with the accuracy of a missile, screwing her hips 
lewdly back at him to gain the deepest penetration possible in each of the 
wide stretched mouths up between her thighs. 

Patty mewled and gurgled, the sounds coming from deep in her throat, 
interspersed with sharp gasps of pleasure or moans of pain, as his outsized 
cock rampaged wildly in and out of her cuntal passage and her rear channel. 
Suddenly, she spiraled upward to a higher level of arousal, and she knew it 
would not he long until her delicious orgasm would come to her. 

Her breath rasped in her throat fitfully as he moved smoothly, pistoning in 
and out of both voraciously clasping passages, the searingly erotic 
sensations consuming her, completely overwhelming her with their intensity, 
and she was filled and fulfilled in exactly the ways she wanted it ... as 
she power-climbed to dizzying heights. Her explosive climax, she knew, was 
only moments away. She felt like a time-bomb, approaching its zero hour and 
final count-down, while behind her his wonderfully hard cock ravished her 
lustfully ... almost beyond endurance. 

"Yes ... Oh, God yessssss!" she panted. "Just like that! Fuck me! In the 
ass! In my cunt! Oh, God ... don't stop! Don't stop ... fucking me! Fuck me! 
Fuck me! FUCK ME!" she chanted like a coxswain to her cocksman. 

Faster and faster, she chanted to him, urging him on, demanding her climax 
... wanting it to come to her, but also wanting it to go on forever and ever 
just like this! 

... And then, cataclysmically, the earth disappeared, and she was one with 
the infinite, adrift in a sensate galaxy of her own orgasmic release. She 
was there for a split second and for eternity, at once, as her body 
convulsed spasmodically and waves of muscle relaxing euphoria claimed her. 
Her orgasm was explosive ... and complete. She couldn't ask for more! 

From the very depths of her being she screamed, "Oh, my God! IIIIII'mmmm 
cuuuuummmmiiiinnnngg! AAAaaanuuggghh!" It was a scream of primeval 
sensuality and agonized joy. 

As Patty screamed out her orgasm, kneeling before him on hands and knees, 
Wally was slamming into her from the rear, and he felt the acid burn of his 
own coming ejaculation back behind the root of his cock. He grabbed her by 
the hips and pulled her hard back against him. His expandingly hardened 
shaft was in her rectum, and he kept it there now, pistoning in and out of 
her straining, tightly clenching back passage, ranging into her with 
insanely powerful thrusts; and the wild, ungovernable sensations in him 
became ever more intense with each passing moment. 

Then, he felt it beginning for him, as his big, aching cock fucked into the 
smooth sponginess of her rectum like a well-oiled machine, the piston of him 
moving in her cylinder with ever increasing power. Suddenly, his sperm-laden 
balls began to jerk spasmodically, the pumping, action expanding the head of 
his cock and the ecstatic sensations washed over him overwhelmingly. 
Suddenly, it was there. He came. His hot, viscous sperm shot from the slit 
in the head of his prick to splash far up into the moistly welcoming 
confines of her anal passage. As his cock jetted his semen from him, he 
experienced mild spasms of pure, animalistic pleasure, the flashing 
high-voltage sensations searing his body and boggling his mind in wave after 
wave of super-charged, nerve-tingling sexuality. 

He slammed into her for one final thrust and held himself tensed while his 
cock continued to pump out the hotly searing load of semen from him ... 
then, he collapsed on top of her, his knees going all rubbery and unable to 
support him any longer. She slid down to lie on her belly; he was lying on 
her back, his massive cock jerking and throbbing in her backside, as the 
final dregs of his cum was pumped from him. 

Patty, her belly feeling as though it might burst from the volume of his 
semen, was entranced, her breath catching in her throat, as she turned her 
head and whispered, "Oh Wally! I was ... climbing the walls! It ... was just 
super!" 

He had trouble with his breathing, too. "My good God!" Wally choked. I ain't 
... never had anything ... like that!" 

"Then ... you like it ... my way ... after all...?" 

"You can say that ... again!" he assured her. "Christ! I ain't stopped 
popping yet!" Then he asked, "Where the hell'd you learn that ... a little 
slip of a girl like you ... ?" 

"Do you have to know ... ?' 

"Well ... I was just being curious ... I suppose..." 

"It doesn't matter ... really," Patty breathed, remembering how it had been. 
"I-I was in a commune ... with a bunch of Jesus Freaks! It was the minister 
... who showed it to me ... the first time!" 

"You really been around, then!" he observed. 

"Yes ... I've been all over..." 

"And how old did you say you was ... ?" 

"Seventeen and a half..." 

"And how long you been married...?" 

Patty thought a moment, trying to remember what Roger had said. "I-I think 
it's six months," she lied. 

 * * * 

Roger picked up the package of parts from the post office and put it in the 
cab of Wally's pickup. He was in no special hurry to get back to Jackson's 
Corner. It was becoming difficult for him to be around Carol Jackson, 
wanting her, but not daring to talk to her for fear it would put her in a 
dangerous position with her husband. He knew that she feared Wally ... and 
he was also pretty sure that she no longer a loved her husband - if she ever 
did at all. 

He had thought about her all during the drive into town, trying to figure 
out a way to get her alone. Examining the reasons why he wanted that, he 
conceded to himself that the main reason was sexual. 

'I'd like to take her to bed ... and fuck her ... but good! She's got a body 
that doesn't stop!' 

The second reason was a little more complicated. Somehow, he thought that if 
he could talk with her, find out more about her ... and the strange 
relationship she had with her husband ... he might be able to help her. He 
wasn't sure of how he could: help her. 

'I've got this feeling that Wally's acting more like a warden than a 
husband!' 

At the same time that he felt the aching desire for her in his loins, he was 
realistic enough to know that he would never get close enough to her to make 
any overtures in that direction ... and there was the problem. She was there 
... but she was remote, untouchable ... guarded. 

'Hell! She might as well be in a harem!' 

And, since she was so unapproachable, Roger was thinking it was time to move 
on ... and forget about her. There was the wistful loneliness in her eyes 
... when they weren't filled with fear ... and that's what he couldn't 
forget. 

He had climbed into the cab and was sitting behind the wheel, thoughtfully 
mulling over the situation, when Jack Coil parked a couple of spaces down, 
got out of his pickup and came limping up the street. The tall redhead 
recognized Jackson's vehicle and its driver. He stepped off the curb and 
came over. 

"Hi, Brandon!" he smiled. "I see you're still working for Wally Jackson!" 

"He hasn't fired me ... and I haven't quit yet!" Roger smiled. 

"Where's that cute little wife of yours ...?" 

"She's working..." 

Coil smiled knowingly. "You know if I was a married man ... I don't think 
I'd ever leave my wife anywhere where Wally could get at her..." 

"Why?" 

"I wouldn't trust him!" 

"Carol's there, too!" 

"That don't mean nothing! She's so cowed by that bastard ... she wouldn't 
say boo ... if he was doing it right in front of her!" 

"I'm not worried ... Patty can take care of herself!" 

"Maybe ... but Wally's a good-sized man ... and your wife's a tiny little 
thing!" Jack observed. "Besides, Jackson's pretty handy with his fists ... 
and a strap! I think he really enjoys things like that!" 

"How do you know, Jack?" 

"I seen him do it!" 

"Carol...?" 

"Yes!" 

"You've watched through that window?" 

"I ain't saying ... but just take my advice ... and don't leave that little 
gal alone!" Jack Coil told him, then turned abruptly and left, saying, "I'll 
see you around!" 

As Jack limped off, smiling smugly to himself, he knew he'd planted exactly 
the right number of seeds of doubt in Roger Brandon's mind. 

'Maybe it'll make him want to move on ... right away!' 

Roger watched him go and wondered why Jack had told him those things. It was 
true: Patty could take care of herself ... But with a sadist ... she might 
not stand a chance! 

'Christ! There may be nothing to it ... but I'd better get back there ... 
just in case!' 

He started the engine and drove west out of town. As soon as he was on the 
open highway, he stomped the accelerator to the floorboard and drove at full 
throttle all the way back to Jackson's Corner, slowing only for the last 
quarter mile, to avoid drawing attention to himself ... just in case Jack 
Coil was wrong... 

The service station was closed. Carol was alone in the diner. He saw her 
through the windows; she was busy taking an order from a booth full of 
tourists, a family with three children. Quickly, he went around in back. 
Patty was not in the trailer. Coming in the back door of the kitchen, he 
found it empty, too. There was only one more possibility ... and he was not 
sure that he wanted to investigate it. Patty wouldn't appreciate his 
interference.... if there was nothing wrong ... if she had taken Wally to 
bed, on her own terms. He respected her no-strings policy between them ... 

'But, hell what if she's in over her head...?' 

Determinedly, he mounted the stairs to the Jacksons' living quarters. 
Silently, he moved through the empty living room and listened at the bedroom 
door. Patty's voice came to him. She was asking a question: "THEN ... YOU 
LIKE IT ... MY WAY... AFTER ALL...?" Her voice was soft, low ... throaty, 
the voice of a serenely satisfied woman. 

"YOU CAN SAY THAT ... AGAIN!" It was Wally Jackson's voice. "WHERE THE 
HELL'D YOU LEARN THAT ... A LITTLE SLIP OF A GIRL LIKE YOU...?" 

"DO YOU HAVE TO KNOW...?" 

"WELL ... I WAS JUST BEING CURIOUS, ... I SUPPOSE..." 

"IT DOESN'T MATTER ... REALLY ... I-I WAS IN A COMMUNE ... WITH A BUNCH OF 
JESUS FREAKS! IT WAS THE MINISTER ... WHO SHOWED IT TO ME ... THE FIRST 
TIME!" 

'Everything seems to be Okay ... and I guess she come up here ... because 
she wanted to!' 

It bothered Roger ... but he had made an agreement with Patty... 

"YOU REALLY BEEN AROUND ... THEN?" Wally, again. 

"YES ... I'VE BEEN ALL OVER..." Patty's voice. 

"... AND HOW OLD DID YOU SAY YOU WAS...?" 

"SEVENTEEN AND A HALF..." 

"... AND HOW LONG YOU BEEN MARRIED...?" 

"I-I THINK IT'S SIX MONTHS ... NOW..." 

'Well ... she's carrying out the being married bit!' Then, the idea hit him, 
right between the eyes. 'That's it! She's my wife ... as far as he knows ... 
and she's under age! Hell! It might work!' 

Roger flung open the door. He stood there, terrible and angry ... the very 
picture of the wronged husband. 

"Bitch!" he barked. "What the hell are you doing? You're my wife!" 

She looked up, startled. "Roger?" 

Wally scrambled from on top of her and reached desperately for his pants. 
"Brandon! What the hell...?" 

"It looks like I caught you ... bare-assed!", Roger roared, keeping up the 
act. "Patty! Get your clothes ... and get out of here! I'll talk to you ... 
later, in the trailer!" 

She objected, "But, Roger ... you don't understand ... and besides..." 

"No more talking!" he snapped. "just do as I say!" 

Reluctantly, not understanding the way Roger was acting, Patty gathered up 
her clothing and went into the bathroom to dress. 

Wally, red-faced and perspiring, was pulling on his trousers. I-I can 
explain..." he began. 

"Go ahead and get dressed!" Roger grunted. "Then we'll talk ... after Patty 
clears out of here!" It was working and Roger exulted: 

'The poor bastard fell for it ... and the penalty he's going to pay ... will 
fit the crime ... exactly!' 

Chapter Five 

Stumbling and stuttering ... then blustering, Wally tried to talk his way 
out of his predicament. Patty had led him on ... she was really the one 
responsible ... he couldn't help it ... after all, he was only a man ... and 
when a woman gave him the come-on ... he wasn't one to stand back. Anyway, 
she'd come up to his living quarters on her own ... she sure as hell hadn't 
been forced. Yes! He knew she was under-age ... but she'd insisted she 
wouldn't yell rape ... as long as he did things her way ... That was the 
God's truth ... and he swore to it. Even though he knew, also, that she was 
a married woman ... he figured she knew her own mind ... and if she was out 
getting a little on the side he supposed it was her business. 

Roger listened to his dissembling, his excuses, his blaming of Patty for 
everything, with stony-faced silence. Finally, he broke in. "It's my 
business, too! She's my wife, and I'll take care of her ... but you ... 
you're going to pay for this!" he threatened. 

"Pay? Pay what?" Wally gasped. "You trying to shake me down or something? 
You know I got nothing but this place here ... and it barely makes a 
living!" 

"I'm not talking about money!" 

"Then ... what in the hell do you expect to get out of me?" 

"Nothing!" Roger snapped. "But ... I've been thinking that the old law of an 
eye for an eye ... and a tooth for a tooth ... ought to apply. What do you 
think?" 

"I-I don't follow what you mean ... ?" Wally stalled, knowing very well what 
the other man implied. 

"You know exactly what I mean!" Roger's voice was brittle. "I'm talking 
about a fair trade! You had Patty ... and I want Carol ... the same way!" 

"No! Christ, no!" Wally roared like a wounded bull. 

"And ... why the hell not?" 

"She ... a-ain't been around like Patty! I'm the only one's ever..." Wally 
stopped, knowing there was no logical argument. 

"There's no way out, Wally! All you have to do is give me the chance to get 
at her ... I'll take my chances with her ... alone!" 

"God!" Wally groaned. "To think how I been protecting her ... and you walk 
in here and..." 

"Maybe it's been more like ... keeping her in jail!" Roger needled. "So ... 
now you can just open the door ... and throw the key away!" 

"Christ!" Wally's shoulders slumped in dejection. He knew he was beaten. The 
odds were against him. He couldn't imagine himself spending from one to five 
years in the state prison at Florence, which could happen ... if the courts 
chose to believe that a statutory rape had taken place. He chose the 
alternative ... reluctantly. "What do you ... want me to do...? he sighed. 

"Here are the keys to your pickup!" Roger told him, handing Jackson the ring 
of keys. "Maybe you've got some urgent business in town..." 

* * * 

Carol was surprised and completely mystified by her husband's strange 
behavior. He came into the diner from the kitchen and growled, "I've got to 
go into town ... some unfinished business I've got to take care of today..." 

She knew something was bothering him and asked, "It's nothing serious, is 
it...?" 

"Serious enough, I guess!" he grunted. "You might's well close up for the 
rest of the day!" He went out through the front door of the diner, but 
before locking it he put the Closed sign in the window. There were no 
patrons in the restaurant at the time. Then he plodded to his truck, got in 
and drove off toward town. His concern for what would happen now ... to his 
wife, Carol, was minimal ... if he could have been honest with himself. It 
was only his monstrous ego, his vain pride that was hurt by his defeat ... 
but lurking in the recesses of his mind, he knew that there was some sort of 
ironic justice operating. 

Roger exulted. He had stayed close to the door leading from the kitchen to 
the dining area ... to make sure that Wally Jackson did leave as he promised 
he would, without a hint to Carol as to the reason. He had played the 
injured husband to the hilt ... but he knew it was the only way he could get 
to Carol ... at least to talk to her. If there was a possibility of getting 
her to bed, he would do it. 

'But, only she's willing!' 

Obediently, Carol went about doing the necessary things to close up the 
diner. She had been mystified by Wally's strange behavior, but as she went 
about storing food in the refrigerator, it suddenly dawned on her. 

'Wally's gone! He's actually gone off ... and left me alone ... for the 
first time!' 

He told her to close up for the day ... in mid-afternoon! 

'Oh, that means I can have the rest of the day ... do anything I want to!' 

But, he hadn't told her when he'd be back. 

'That won't make no difference! He said to close up ... for the day!' 

She could have danced for joy! 

Roger came in through the swinging kitchen door and sat down at the end 
stool. She turned and faced him, a radiant smile on her face. "Roger! I 
can't believe it! Wally's gone ... and we're going to close up ... for the 
rest of the day!" 

"Yes ... I know that, Carol." He said it quietly, restraining his impulse to 
go behind the counter and take her in his arms. "Wally told me." 

"What's it all about?" she asked. "He's never done that before!" 

"Business..." Roger offered. 

"Unfinished business, he said..." 

"I think the unfinished business is here!" Roger smiled. 

Carol stared at him quizzically. "I-I don't get it?" 

"I'll explain that later, Carol. Right now, since your husband is gone ... 
and we've got the chance to talk ... I'd like to tell you something..." 

"Yes ... what is it...?" 

"I'm worried about you." 

She became wary, her face guarded, and she averted her eyes for a moment. 
When she looked back at him again, her eyes were misty with glistening tear 
drops. 

"You can talk to me now," he told her gently, "Wally won't be back for a 
while he'll never know ..." 

"It won't do no good!" she declared. "It'll be the same ... wh-when he comes 
back ... b-because I don't know how to get away from him." 

"Then ... you'd really like to run away." 

"Y-Yes...!" she breathed, bolting suddenly for the kitchen door. He heard 
her as she went through the kitchen, and looking through the door he saw her 
running up the stairs to her tiny apartment above the diner. He was just in 
time to catch the flash of her shapely legs as she disappeared. 

Roger waited for a couple of minutes before be, too, went tip those stairs. 
There was no point in rushing her, right. now. There was plenty of time... 

He found her crumpled onto the lumpy sofa, her face buried in an arm, tears 
streaming unchecked down her cheeks. After a moment or two, he sat down on 
the sofa, cleared his throat and said gently, "Carol ... if you want to run 
away from your husband ... does that mean you don't love him 

any more?" 



She stopped sobbing for a moment before she raised her head to look at Roger 
through misery-filled eyes. "Yes!" she hissed. "I-I never did.. . love 
him..." 

"Then ... why are you married to him?" 

"It.. . it was my folks..." 

Little by little, between sobbing sessions, she told him of her wretched 
life with Wally Jackson ... his brutality, his forcing her to work ... his 
jealous watchfulness ... her loneliness ... her hopeless desire to escape 
him. It took more than an hour, as Roger questioned her, dragging it all out 
of her ... for the first time in the two years she had been married to 
Jackson. Roger was appalled. 

"Any time you want to leave here, Carol ... there's room in my car!" he 
suggested. 

"But ... your wife ... Patty...?" 

"She won't mind...!" 

"Thank you..." she told him. "But ... wouldn't want to get you in some kind 
of trouble..." 

"There'll be no trouble!" Roger assured her. 

"Can I-I do some thinking on it ... ?" 

"Of course ... and when you're ready ... just let me know..." 

Roger had restrained himself. While she had been pouring out all her penned 
up thoughts, she had been emotionally distraught, her tears flowing almost 
constantly ... and he had decided that it was more important for her to 
unload everything ... before he, himself, made any overt sexual overtures. 
Now she was calming down. She sat up, wiped her nose and dabbed at her eyes. 
She felt better ... relieved for having had a chance to talk to him. 

"Heavens ... I done more talking in the last few days than in all the two 
years I been here ... with Wally!" she told him, managing a ghost of a 
smile. 

"It was probably good for you," Roger affirmed, sliding close to her, 
reaching out and taking her solidly into his arms, while below his penis 
throbbed to vibrant erection inside his pants. 

With a little moan, Carol came into his arms unresistingly, and buried her 
face in the hollow of his shoulder. He brought his hand up and brushed it 
over the soft, silvery blonde hair to soothe her. It felt so good to feel 
herself in the circle of his strong, protective arms. She relaxed, leaning 
into him ... wanting to be cuddled and held, in an almost child-like way. 

Then, Roger smoothed his hand along her shoulder caressingly, allowing it to 
slide down her back comfortingly. He stroked her gently, and soon she was no 
longer trembling. After long moments of his massaging caresses of her back, 
shoulders, upper arms and neck, she sighed heavily and leaned back away from 
him. "I'm never he able to thank you ... for listening to my silly 
troubles..." 

"You don't have to, Carol...!" He looked into her face and saw that she was 
composed now, the smile on her face was warm and sweet ... and he kissed 
her. His lips found hers, moist and firm. 

Her first impulse was to pull away from him, stop him from kissing her, but 
something in her after a moment dispelled the feeling. Then, as his tongue 
probed her lips, searchingly, she parted them and his long, wetly curling 
lingual member darted into her mouth to taste and savor. It excited her, 
warmed her ... and there were little, tingly thrills running up and down her 
spine as she remembered the times she had spent with Frank Dexter, the boy 
she wanted to marry ... back there in her home town in West Virginia. Wally 
Jackson, her husband, very seldom kissed her; he was interested in only one 
thing ... 

She could feel the twitching excitement deep in her belly ... and down 
there, between her thighs, where viscous little droplets of warmth had begun 
to moisten her vaginal lips, the secreted droplets of lubricant moistening 
her panties, which caused her to open and close her thighs in a gathering 
rhythm of sexuality. Her nipples hardened under the encasing bra she wore 
under her waitress' uniform ... and she knew she was becoming aroused by 
Roger's kiss and his gentle caressing hand. She didn't want it; after all, 
they were both married ... to someone else, and it wasn't right. She 
attempted to will her body to stop its sensual awakening ... to still her 
ardor, but his hands and mouth goaded her. She was conscious of his 
manliness, his gentle but exciting maleness ... and against her will, her 
tongue parried his for a moment before darting deeply into his mouth to be 
sucked and savored. She moaned with her mounting, unwanted and ungovernable 
sexual arousal. 

It was Roger who broke the deep, soul-probing kiss. 

'It's time to tell her!' 

Leaning back away from her, he looked deep into her shining blue eyes and 
said, "Carol ... we're both getting hot ... and I think you want it ... just 
as much as I do ... but I'm going to tell you something ... about that 
unfinished business of your husband's!" 

Carol had been trying to think of some way to break off the erotic contact 
and get rid of Roger. He was nice ... almost too nice ... and she was 
worried that things might go too far ... so far that she might not be able 
to stop what was going on between them. Now, he was saying something about 
it himself. "What's that ... ?" she queried, remembering that he had 
promised to tell her about it. 

"A couple of hours ago ... while I was in town running that errand for your 
husband, he brought Patty up here ... and ..." 

"And what ... ?" she breathed. 

"And fucked her!" Roger finished. 

"God! Then, Patty wasn't really feeling bad! She came on up here ... 
instead!" Trying to control her voice, she asked, "How do you ... kn-know... 
for sure...?" 

"I caught them! They were naked ... on the bed ... in your bedroom!" 

Carol gasped in surprise. "N-No...!" Then: "Was there some trouble ... with 
you and Wally?" 

"No ... we just talked ... and that's where the unfinished part of it comes 
in!" he explained. "Wally agreed to leave... for a while..." 

She caught it instantly. "S-So ... you could ... c-could do the same thing 
with me...?" 

"Yes ... but only if you want to...!" 

"You're not going to force me ... to do it ..." 

"No..." 

"Not even ... to get even 

for what he done...?" 

"No" It's up to you!" Roger told her. 

Carol thought about it; actually, she didn't know what to think about it. 
Freedom of choice is difficult for some people to handle; especially if 
they've never had that freedom. Wally had never given her a chance to say 
no; he crawled between her legs any time it pleased him ... and that was all 
she had ever known! She couldn't believe it, at first ... but there was a 
nagging sense of right and wrong. It was wrong to commit adultery! But ... 
Wally's done it ... already! Then, she struggled with her emotions, 
discovering in the process that she hated her husband more than she loved 
him. 

'And Roger's wanting to make love to me ... but not for revenge...!' 

Roger's cock throbbed achingly in his pants. God! He wanted her! Her silence 
seemed interminable. He brought his hand up again casually, lightly, to 
press it and cup it against the swelling mound of her breast, his fingers 
digging into the soft resiliency of her flesh through her uniform dress and 
bra. He heard the sharp intake of her breath and the sudden stiffening of 
her body ... but she made no effort to pull away. That gave him an inkling 
of hope that she would accept the challenge of making this decision for 
herself. It was true: He could have forced her ... but it was not his way! 
He continued to caress her breast, running his thumb now across the hard, 
spiked-out nipple inside her bra, his heart pounding in his chest ... and 
his cock leaping involuntarily in his pants, impatient for freedom. 

Suddenly, Carol knew that it would be all right. 

'I really don't have much of a marriage! Wally's wrecked everything for me! 
I'm nothing but a slave to him, anyway! She would do it! For the first time 
she was her own woman! Roger was allowing her to be herself! And this 
new-found self of Carol Jackson wanted ... needed ... yearned for real love! 

Now, Roger's hand had snaked down the low collar of her uniform dress and 
was inching hotly along her chest and down inside her bra to touch the warm, 
smooth skin of one of her full-globed breasts. Under her, as she sat on the 
couch, her hips began to squirm against the cushions to quell the smoldering 
fires that had begun to leap flamingly there. She tried to find words to 
tell him. But ... 

'I don't know how!' 

Instead, she turned her body toward him, pressing herself to him, offering 
him access to her other breast. His fingers dipped lower inside the cup of 
her bra, found the hardened bud of a coral-toned nipple and pinched it, 
almost painfully, as she leaned into him with her eyes closed, ecstatic 
sensations surging through her powerfully, frighteningly. 

Yes! This is what she wanted! 

'Oh God! I'm getting so hot ... and itchy ... and all wet ... down there 
between my legs!' 

Roger had waited for her answer in words, but as he felt the delicate 
convulsions in her body, he knew that there was only one answer. Her flesh 
was giving that answer. It was a great big Y-E-S! Still ... he had to know 
... indeed he must know! 

"I want you, Carol," he said thickly. "I want to ... fuck you!" His hand 
dropped from her breast to her bare knee and slid up along the satiny-smooth 
warmth on the tender inner side of her alabaster-white thigh ... up under 
the hem of her uniform. Higher and higher it moved, and she shivered with a 
mounting desire she couldn't control as tiny mewling sounds emitted from her 
throat. He knew that she had heard ... but still she didn't speak. It was 
her body that spoke the more eloquently. 

... And then, his fingers were touching caressing the nylon-encased mound of 
her pubic triangle, slipping easily up and down the moistly squirming furrow 
of her pussy, before pushing the elastic leg band of her panties aside to 
part the softly curling strands of pubic hair ringing her passion-quivering 
cunt. One of his fingers was in the moist, trembling mouth of it, teasing 
her there, then moving on up to tantalize the vibrantly erect little 
clitoris, hidden in the secret crease of her genitals. He reveled in the 
feel of her soft, moistly ready cunt flesh and the vibrating arousal of her 
firm, luscious body. 

Carol convulsed against him with the electric contact of his fingers on her 
naked, desire-moistened cuntal passage. A moan of agonized passion escaped 
her as she lifted her loins to him, offering it to him, without reservation, 
and her hips ground up at his fingers wantonly, wantingly. Her lips formed 
one word, finally ... a sibilant, "Yeeeessssss!" 

It was a yes to everything! She thrilled to his touch ... there on her 
vaginal furrow ... his lips ... his tongue in her mouth ... the gentleness 
of him ... his concern for her ... his respect for her wishes ... and she 
knew he was a virile man. God! She needed to be loved ... properly ... and 
she had so much love to give ... to the right man! She's ready! And ... she 
wants it! Roger was ready, too! He had held himself back purposely ... 
waiting. Now there was no need to wait any longer. 

'Damn! I'm really going to flip ... with her!' 

"Let's get rid of these clothes!" he suggested with urgency. "I want you 
naked..." 

"Y-Yes! Oh, yes ... Roger! That's what I want, too!" 

Shoving her shoulders back gently, he guided her down on the couch until she 
was lying flat on it, his middle finger still tantalizing her pulsing 
clitoris. then he hovered over her trembling body, allowing his finger to 
slide moistly from her warmly tender pussy. 

Deftly, he pushed her dress up, bunching it at her waist and hooking his 
fingers into the waistband of her panties, he slid them slowly down over the 
rounded smoothness of her thighs and legs. Carol raised her hips obediently 
to help him. Then, as her nylon panties were lowered, her golden, hair-lined 
cuntal slit came into his full view, the coralline flesh glowing dully from 
the viscous, hotly gleaming droplets from the interior lining of her vagina, 
and the tiny inner petals peeped through, shyly revealing themselves to his 
salacious gaze. He gasped. 

'Damn! It was worth waiting for...!' 

As soon as they were clear of her feet, he flipped her panties to an end 
table, then she sat up, turning her back to him in a mute indication that he 
should lower her zipper. He did it ... while she sat with her eyes tightly 
closed feeling some embarrassment now that she was launched into it. She 
hesitated for a moment, not wanting to take her dress off ... just like that 
... but Roger was in a hurry now ... he had to see all of her ... completely 
naked. He reached out to take the uniform dress off over her head. She 
helped him then, gathering up the dress over her hips and shrugging her 
shoulders. The dress was followed by the thin, flimsy panties,. and her bra 
completed the careless pile of clothing. Roger couldn't help watching with 
lewd desire as her bra released the full rounded orbs of her magnificent 
breasts. She lay back down again, feeling somewhat self-conscious in her 
nudity, and Roger's eyes drank in the beauty of her body. 

Little spasms of intense pleasure keened through her as Roger's avid hands 
closed over her chest. She heard his sibilant gasps of delight at their 
satin-smooth touch, their pliant firmness, the crowning glory of her tiny, 
coned out nipples with their aureolas softly crinkled around the bases. 

He began to roll the pink, erectile buds between his fingers, pinching them, 
pulling them to full, painful distention. Then his hot breath blew across a 
quivering, coral nipple as his moist mouth encompassed it, his hotly teasing 
tongue flicking and rolling it ... just before she felt the suctioning of 
his mouth that drew the sensitive little nipple and its aureola deep into 
his mouth. Suddenly, he stopped. Opening her eyes, which she had again 
closed tightly, she stared up at him in fascination as he undressed himself. 
By the time only his shorts remained she was watching salaciously to know 
what the garment covered. With deliberate slowness he tantalized her ... Her 
gasp betrayed her! She had been wondering about it ... guessing its size ... 
but as he uncovered himself, she was secretly pleased. It was every bit the 
equal of her husband, Wally's. Her eyes stared fixedly at it. She murmured 
smilingly, "Roger ... darling ... I just know ... i-it's a crazy idea ... 
but I'm glad your thing is so big! Maybe ... too big!" 

She saw it lancing out massively from his lithe, hairy loins ... and she 
tried to imagine how it would be, to be accepting another man's hard penis 
up inside of her. She couldn't believe that it was happening to her! It was 
all like a dream ... a dream in full Technicolor ... and she was playing the 
leading role. Then she watched as Roger reached down to grasp the rock-hard 
shaft of his cock to milk back the heavy folds of his foreskin, revealing 
the bulbous blood-engorged head. It shone a shiny purplish red, and she 
could see his pulse throbbing wildly in it. 

'God! It's awfully big! Bigger maybe ... than Wally's, at that!' 

Lifting his cock then, he pointed it at her, telling her "It's all for you, 
Carol! I'm going to stuff all of this cock of mine ... in your cunt ... and 
fuck you half to death!" 

His lewd words caused Carol's aroused young body to twist and squirm all the 
more on the couch. She should have been repulsed by lewd statement, but even 
through the mind-fogging intensity of her desire she was able to filter out 
the hyperbole and interpret his words as a promise of rapture. 

Dreamily, she watched him as he settled his lithe, young body down on the 
couch beside her, sitting down and jack-knifing his torso over her reclining 
body. His head dropped again to her quivering, full-orbed breasts to take 
first one then the other of her now excitedly throbbing nipples into the 
moist warmth of his mouth to lick and suck until she was sure she would 
scream from the ecstatic surges of pleasure that swept deliciously through 
her body. 

Then, she felt his head move lower, trailing hot moist kisses down through 
the narrow defile between her desire swollen breasts. Down ... down ... 
across the flat plane of her belly, to her navel, pausing momentarily to 
dart his tongue into the dimpled indentation, his tantalizing tongue 
traveled, then moved on still lower, over the slight mound of her abdomen, 
until he was breathing hotly into the soft fleeciness of the gently curling 
strands of her golden pubic hair ... down there between her already 
unconsciously opened thighs. 

In that terrified instant, Carol realized his lewd intentions ... what he 
was going to do next. She was repulsed by the very idea of it. 

'No! It's wrong...!' 

It was wrong for her, in exactly the same way as fingering herself had been 
wrong ... but she had broken that taboo ... conquered it, completely! 
Futilely, she reached down in an attempt to pull him up over her. Roger 
remained where he was for a moment, then slid from the couch to kneel 
between her wide-spread legs. His fingers were pressing into the quivering, 
soft flesh of her inner thighs, his superior strength forcing her thighs to 
splay even wider, while his eyes devoured the coralline, flowered-open lips 
of her thinly fringed cuntal mouth. 

"Don't fight it, Carol!" he told her through the raspy dryness of his 
throat. "Just relax ... and enjoy it ... because I'm going to lick and suck 
your cunt ... before I fuck you! And I'll guarantee you'll flip!" 

For answer she could only moan, helplessly. His words caused her to tremble 
with a lewd wantonness she had never before felt. Suddenly, the degradation 
she had thought he was going to inflict upon her began to vanish from her 
mind. The only thing that mattered was the intense, sexual fires which had 
been set aflame in her breasts ... her belly ... and her cunt Everything 
else was jettisoned: shame ... fear ... guilt ... disgust ... revulsion. 
These were only words in the face of her insanely aroused sexuality. She 
wanted ... needed ... any and everything Roger would do for her ... to her.. 
Again, words failed her, and she could only answer a monosyllabic, 
"Y-Yessssss!" 

It was the word Roger had been waiting for so patiently. No sooner had she 
said it than he dropped his head downward, savagely, his lips locking into 
the sensitive lips of her cunt's mouth, his tongue searching for, finding, 
and then darting deep into the moist, quivering orifice of her now hotly 
pulsating vagina, as his strong hands spread her thighs even wider apart. 

"Ooooohhh!" Carol moaned abjectly, her hips grinding up against Roger's face 
in lewdly sensuous circles as his long, hot tongue lashed deep and hard into 
her tingling cuntal passage and her body convulsed jerkily in intensely 
erotic response. Then, instinctively, her fingers entangled themselves in 
his long brown hair, to pull him in tighter to her lust-incited loins. It 
felt so good! 

'God ... it's just like he said! It's just wonderful!' 

On and on, Roger continued his wanton tonguing of her moistly pulsing cuntal 
slit, his hands sliding up over her belly to the full firmness of her 
swollen breasts again, cupping, squeezing and massaging them with almost 
brutal caresses, while his mouth and tongue kept tip the wild, 
sensation-producing assault on her wide-spread, nakedly defenseless cunt. 

Clenching her tiny fists in his hair, she pulled him in tight to her as his 
tongue moved up to locate the erectly pulsating shaft of her clitoris. He 
took the short length of the tiny throbbing bud between his teeth to hold it 
solidly, while the tip of his tongue ran over the secret, warmly trembling 
flesh in teasing circles. It was maddening ... terrifically erotic and 
tantalizing, and her head began to rock from side to side in uncontrolled 
abandon. After long moments of this, he went back to the now even more hotly 
clasping mouth of her vagina, where his tongue ran in rimming circles just 
inside the sensitive, smooth fleshed little opening. 

He listened to her mewling moans of passion, satisfied that she was 
experiencing the most intense kind of sexual pleasure, then with deliberate 
long strokes of his tongue he began to move it in and out of her in direct 
imitation of sexual coupling, making of his tongue a tiny, teasing 
flickering cock. His hands slid under the whiteness of her firmly, rounded 
thighs to lift them higher and wider, then he draped them over his 
shoulders, both hands going down then to grasp the fullness of a whitely 
quivering buttock in either palm, his fingers digging in hard to ridge the 
pliant flesh between them and feeling the lithe muscles working just below 
the surface of her soft, trembling flesh. 

It was pure rapture for her. 

'Oh, it's so good! I feel just like I could cum ... like when I do it to 
myself!' 

Then, she knew! Her orgasm was coming to her! 

'Oh, God ... any second now... and I'll explode!' 

Suddenly, Roger stopped! 

He stopped ... and she was disappointed. bitterly disappointed, as he raised 
his head, forcing her to release his hair. He grinned at her, boyishly, 
proudly. "Did you dig that... he asked. 

"Oh Roger ... darling," she moaned, "why'd you stop ... just when I was 
ready ... t-to cum ... Keep on doing it to m-me ... please..." 

"No ... you're just right for fucking now!" he told her. "I'm going to shove 
my cock in you now ... and fuck you silly!" 

With that, Roger moved up over her body and wedged his slim hips down into 
the angle of her trembling thighs, holding the massive, hardened shaft of 
his cock in one hand, poised at the softly hair-lined opening of her vagina. 
Pausing then, only to make sure that the very tip of his cock rested just 
inside the portal of her cunt's lips, he lunged forward with feral power to 
send his thick length plunging deeply into the quivering moist depths of her 
eagerly waiting pussy. 

"Oh, God! My God!" Carol groaned and squirmed her buttocks down into the 
couch cushions to escape the first deliciously painful onslaught. She had 
never felt so filled with cock in her life. She was sure his entrance had 
split her in two as he gored into her with merciless force. His prick was 
buried deep in her belly, filling her moist, warm cuntal sheath, and his 
pubic bone was rammed in tight against the soft blonde wetness of her pubic 
hair. She could feel every square inch of his blood-engorged shaft sheathed 
in her wildly clasping vagina, as beneath him she writhed her naked loins up 
against him ... after the first shock of his brutal entry. 

It was in here! There was no doubt about it! Another man other than her 
husband's cock was embedded in her cunt ... a younger and more virile cock 
... and the strange thing about it was that she wanted it! Where should have 
been some feeling of shame, she felt nothing but pure joy. It seemed to 
prove to her, beyond any doubt, that she no longer felt anything for her 
husband, Wally ... if indeed she ever did! 

Roger was poised over her, immobile now, and she felt his cock throb, 
expandingly, deep in her belly, eliciting a moan of anguished desire from 
her throat, and he ground his pelvis, down into her to drive it in et 
another fraction of an inch. 

"Do you want it...?" he asked. "Do you want me ... to fuck you ... now...?" 

Staring back up at him through passion-glazed eyes, she answered without 
hesitation, "Yes! Oh, y-yes, Roger ... I want it! I want you to do it to 
m-me!" 

Roger was satisfied. He could have forced her to use the lewd words ... but 
it was not his way; besides, there was little of the sadist in him ... a 
quirk that insisted upon complete degradation of women ... an abject bending 
of their wills. He didn't feel it was necessary. She had told him she wanted 
it ... so why beat her into the ground. Later ... if there were other sexual 
encounters with her ... she could learn the litany of lewdness. 

'Anyway ... she's ready ... really hot and ready!' 

Clamping his mouth over her moistly parted lips, he thrust his tongue deep 
into her mouth and throat; at the same time, he began to rock his pelvis 
over her, using short, smooth strokes, and he felt the tight narrowness of 
her cuntal passage begin to stretch resiliently as it adjusted to his huge, 
log-like presence. 

Beneath him, Carol's body, which had been brought to a soaring peak of 
sexual arousal, as he had sucked and licked at her cunt, began to respond to 
him with wanton wildness. Her whole body squirmed and writhed uncontrollably 
beneath him as she felt the slow beat of Roger's desire-hardened young cock 
sliding, easily now, in the moist warmth of her vaginal sheath. 

Again, she groaned and shoved her tongue wantonly up into her youthful 
lover's mouth. Low, humming mewls of passion ... of acceptance, emitted in 
torrents from deep in her chest, and her lovely face contorted with 
salaciously sensual excitement, her mouth working, neck straining, nostrils 
flaring ... and a sexual sweat of impending orgasm broke out over her chest 
and moistened the swelling mounds of her breasts. 

Now, Roger's hands slipped down over her flanks and slid in underneath her 
buttocks. He grasped them, one in each hand, the smooth globes of them 
pliant and undulant, the flesh oozing hotly between his strong-muscled 
fingers. Forcefully, he pulled her open vagina in tighter to his slaving 
loins, and her legs splayed out wider on either side of his heavily driving 
young penis. He could feel the spasms of trembling, out-of-control muscles 
in her wide-spread thighs. Her eyes were closed, and her tongue darted up 
into his mouth in tempo with his virilely hardened cock that fucked into her 
needful cunt down between her open thighs. All the while, velvety mewling 
sounds of sensual pleasure came from deep in her chest, almost unceasingly. 
Then, knowing almost instinctively that it was so, she pulled her thighs 
back until they mashed down hard against the tender, full mounds of her 
tits, causing her cunt to flower open to him ... inviting him to plunge 
deeper yet into the desire-ridden hole of her quivering, heatedly clasping 
young cunt. He did ... with right good relish! 

Roger slaved over her, shifting gradually into longer, deeper and smoother 
strokes, which brought his hardened shaft almost out of her moist vaginal 
sheath on the upstroke, then plunging forward deep into her uplifted loins 
on the downstroke, until he could feel the harsh slap of his sperm-laden 
balls against the defenseless crevice, between her white, hungrily grinding 
buttocks, where her tiny puckered little anal mouth squirmed, unconsciously 
inviting further eroticism. He grinned to himself ... wondering whether she 
could accept that ... too ... 

He considered telling her what he was going to do, but decided against it. 

'Just do it ... and see how she takes it!' 

Sliding his hand down over the smoothly tightened skin of her tremulantly 
grinding ass cheeks, he found the small puckered ring of her anus. It was 
soft warm to his touch, and he felt it move against the tip of his middle 
finger. He pushed into it, with a sudden forceful motion, feeling the soft, 
unsuspecting flesh yield rubberily before his onslaught. 

"Oooooooohhhh!" Carol screamed with the pain of it, the sound coming 
full-throated from her open, gasping mouth. 

Thrusting again, he worked his finger up inside her rectum, stretching the 
resilient, spongy softness wider and wider, knowing full well that her pain 
would be short-lived. 

"A-AAaaaoooouuuugggh!" she groaned, louder this time, as his finger went 
deep into her backside, all the way to his palm, which brought whimpers of 
pain to her lips ... to be replaced after a moment by mewls of pleasure, as 
her anus slowly became adjusted to the unnatural invasion there. 

With a smile of satisfaction, he probed deep, running his finger in ever 
widening little circles inside her rear passage, and she began to screw her 
hips back against his finger, to skewer her hotly clasping little rectal 
channel shamelessly down on it. She was hopelessly impaled between his hard, 
thrusting cock in her cunt and his finger worming tightly around up in her 
anal passage. 

Mewling unceasingly beneath him, she began writhing and squealing with the 
rapture of her intense pleasure sensations, her loins bucking up against him 
with wanton abandon ... wanting more and more ... of everything. 

Now, he brought his other hand down between them to where his virile young 
cock was pistoning smoothly in and out of her moist, voraciously clasping 
pussy. He could feel the soft, hair-lined folds of her cuntal lips clinging 
tightly around his mercilessly fucking cock, and he could sense their pliant 
pulling and giving with each of his long, deep, pile-driving thrusts into 
her excitedly trembling belly. 

He fondled and played there, teasing the softly curling pubic hairs and the 
hungrily contracting little lips of her cunt-mouth, bringing more sighs and 
moans of mounting ecstasy from her; at the same time, he felt as though her 
vagina were trying to swallow him up completely, as she absorbed more and 
more of him up into the greedily seething depths of her open pussy. 

Gradually, Roger had quickened and deepened his thrusts. She was ready to 
cum now; he knew it from the glazing of her eyes, the contorted mask of 
passion that was her face ... and the way her inner thigh muscles jerked and 
squeezed around the base of his rampaging cock. 

Feeling the urgency blazing in her body, he ripped his finger from her 
rectum with a quick, moist hissing noise, then pressed both hands behind her 
knees, pushing them back hard and down, against the lumpy cushions of the 
couch on either side of her shoulders, the position presenting the plane of 
her loins to him vulnerably, affording him the deepest possible penetration. 
With feral power he drove his cock deep and hard into the nakedness of her 
now completely unprotected pussy. 

"Oh ... Oohh ... oooohhhh!" she chanted beneath him, her face a mask of 
rapturous passion, her breasts heaving and dancing up against his chest, the 
hardened nipples spiked out and digging into him. 

Above her, Roger groaned with his own need to cum, and he thrust deeper and 
faster, grinding into her with all his young, lithe strength, his cock 
fucking like a telephone pole up into the farthest hidden recesses of her 
wildly clenching cuntal passage. 

Suddenly, it was there for Carol. She had felt it coming to her for several 
moments. She shivered violently, as her orgasm, burst in her. With agonized 
joy, she cried out, "Oh my God ... Roger ... darling! I'm going to ... to 
cum! It's here, I'm going to ... cum ... now! Oooooooooohhhh! I'm 
cuuuuunmmiiiiinngggg! AAAAaaaaaauuuuugggghhhhh!" 

Her nakedly perspiring young body convulsed crazily under him as her release 
surged through her like wildfire. Her legs jerked ... toes curled ... and 
her head thrashed back and forth. Then she was gasping for breath, caught up 
like a ship in a storm in the throes of her ecstatically exploding rapture. 
Her senses swam; there was no day or night ... no heaven or earth ... only 
the delicious sensations that shuddered through her lovely body ... the 
heady feeling of fulfillment ... completion and the serenity of an 
all-encompassing euphoria that descended over her like a misty fog over a 
sylvan valley. 

Then, Roger spiraled swiftly to his own release. His hot, white semen jetted 
searingly from the top of his cock as he ejaculated, splashing far up into 
the deepest folds of her hotly milking vagina. He groaned aloud with his 
orgasm, as Carol went limp under him. Her legs relaxed and splayed obscenely 
to each side. Within her chest, her heart pounded as though it would burst 
... and her body glowed with a strange warming renewal. It felt wonderful. 
It was the first time she had experienced the fullness of her orgasm ... 
with a cock deep in her cunt ... a cock that was not even her husband's. She 
couldn't deny that there was a tinge of guilt in her ... because of it; 
however, her feeling of joy seemed to outweigh any remorse she might have 
felt. 

Then, as the last thick, white droplets of Roger's cum was expressed from 
the slitted head of his cock, he collapsed on top of her. After a moment, he 
asked, "Well did that make you flip ... ?" 

"Oh, yes ... darling," Carol gasped. "I ain't never had it like that ... 
before!" 

"That's only the beginning, Carol!" he told her. "And ... if you decide to 
leave with me ... there's a lot more Patty and I can teach you...!" 

"You sure ... you want me ... to go with you...?" 

"I'm sure, Carol! I'm very sure!" 

Chapter Six 

"No ... there'd be no reason to climb up on that ridge tonight," Jack Coil 
told them flatly. 

"But there's something damned unusual going on out there!" Sam Dade 
insisted. "The place was all closed up! Jackson's in town here ... getting 
drunk ... all by himself!" 

"How about Brandon ... where was he at ... ?" Blinky asked. 

"That beat up old car of his was parked there ... just like it always is!" 
Sam answered. 

Jack thought a moment. "It's not going to change a thing! Everything'll be 
back to normal, tomorrow! Now ... the important thing's whether Blinky 
here's got the use of his dad's van! You get it ... ?" 

"Yeah, I got it...!" Blinky affirmed. 

"Good!" Jack said. "Now ... everything's set! All we got to do.. . is do 
it!" 

"And ... nobody chickens out!" Sam interjected. 

Blinky blurted, "Hell ... you know I won't!" 

"We'll all be in on it ... don't worry!" Jack snapped, irritated that the 
other man should suggest that any one of them would even think of begging 
out ... now. They were too far into it! "Now ... we got to stop talking 
about it! Let's down these beers and make it to a couple other places before 
it gets too late! Okay...?" 

"Christ! I can hardly wait!" Sam chimed in for a last word. 

Blinky added his, "Me, too!" 

* * * 

The sun's rays were slanting down across the semi-barren landscape, 
lengthening the shadows toward a technicolor sundown, when Roger left Carol 
Jackson in her tiny apartment above the diner, went downstairs and out 
through the rear door of the kitchen, making his way to the old trailer 
parked out behind the main buildings. 

Patty was not there. 

He looked around swiftly. The waitress' uniform was hung up carefully. Her 
canvas zipper bag was gone. 

"Damn! She's split!" He said it aloud, hoping that it was not so. 

Slamming out of the trailer, he ran quickly toward the front of the service 
station, knowing that she would be hitching a ride along the highway. But, 
which direction...? 

'God ... which direction would she go...? East!' he decided. 'She'd probably 
go East!' 

Then, he was in his car, starting it ... and driving fast along the highway, 
eastward, toward town. 

He saw her walking along the road. She had walked a little more than a mile. 
Her hair was down again ... and she walked with her head down ... a forlorn 
figure, in her shapeless clothing. 

Slowly, he overtook her, stopping the car beside her. 

"Ride ... ?" he asked, grinning out the car window at her. 

"No ... thank you," Patty said dully, not looking at him. 

"Why ... ?" This simply. 

"You acted like you owned me!" she accused. 

"It was just that, Patty ... an act!" he explained. 

She looked at him questioningly, peeping at him through the abundance of her 
golden hair. "What do you mean ... an act?" 

"I bluffed Wally into ... leaving ... so I could get a crack at Carol!" He 
told her the truth. 

"... And...?" 

"I did!" 

"Why didn't you tell me ... what you were doing ... ?" 

"How could I?" 

Patty thought about it a moment. "No ... I guess you couldn't ... but you 
acted so much like ... a-a husband ... I almost believed it...!" 

"I think she'll leave with us..." he told her. 

"Really...?" 

"She's thinking about it ... she wants to get away from Wally! ... But, 
nothing'll be changed between us, Patty!" 

"Then ... y-you want both of us...?" It was almost as much a statement as a 
question. 

"Yes, Patty," Roger said. "That's what I want!" 

She was not surprised. "All right, Roger . I'll go back with you..." 

Opening the door, she got into the car with him, put her canvas bag on the 
floor and smiled shyly at him from the carapace of protective hair. "It 
seems to be a habit with us ... doesn't it ... your picking me up ... like 
this ... ?" 

"Yes ... but such a nice habit, isn't it...?" he smiled, putting the car in 
gear and making a wide U-turn in the highway to head back toward Jackson's 
Corner. 

* * * 

Wally Jackson made it back to the service station about midnight. He was, 
literally, falling down drunk, and he could never have been sure how he had 
driven his pick-up home. On the stairs, he had fallen down, and in the 
darkness in the apartment he fell again, finally making it to the couch 
where he passed out. Earlier in the evening, he had resolved that when he 
got home, he'd take his wife to bed ... and make love to her. 

'God damn! I'm going to fuck her ... so she'll remember who her husband is!' 

Of course ... he couldn't possibly know whether Brandon had been successful 
in getting Carol to bed with him. He assumed the other man's success was 
assured by his own enforced absence. 

But, Wally's resolution was never carried out. 

A drunk man thinks and talks big; however, alcohol is a two-edged sword. 
When taken in moderation it's a stimulant, but by the time Wally was 
intoxicated, it was too late. He was dead ... as fair as sex was concerned. 
So, he slept the rest of the night on the lumpy couch, waking up the 
following morning with a hangover and an aching back. 

When he was finally up and moving at about nine o'clock the next morning, he 
decided that there was one thing he would do: 

'I'm going to fire Brandon's ass the first damned thing!' 

Of course ... that would get rid of temptation, too! 

'I still think that little bitch, Patty ... egged me into screwing her!' 

Stumbling into the bathroom, Jackson splashed water on his face, brushed his 
teeth and gargled, then as he was changing clothes, he became aware of 
sounds below stairs. The diner was open; he heard voices, the clatter of 
dishes, and there was the smell of frying bacon. A car pulled into the 
service station, and he heard the purr of the gasoline pump. 

'Damn! They opened up ... for business...!' 

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. 

He walked into the diner. Patty was there. Carol was nowhere to be seen. 
Sitting down at a stool, he looked around to see that three booths full of 
tourists were being served breakfast. 

"Where's my wife?" he growled at Patty. 

"She went across the road a minute ago ... to get the mail," Patty told him, 
then asked, "How would you like to have a glass of tomato juice?" 

"Yeah ... Okay..." he grated. 

He drank the cold juice, waiting for Carol to come back with the mail. She 
didn't put in an appearance. 

'Christ! She's probably over at the station ... mooning around Brandon!' 

As Patty passed by, he motioned her over to him and said, "You know what 
that husband of yours ... done to me ... after he walked in on us... and you 
was gone ... ?" 

"Yes ... he told me...!" Patty looked him in the eye. 

Wally looked away and Patty went back to her work. 'Hell! I suppose I'll 
never understand these young people!' 

Her forthright answer had confused him. 

Carol was not in the service station area, either. Wally was worried. He 
walked up to Roger, who was checking the oil level in the engine of the car 
he was servicing, and asked sourly, "Where the hell's my wife?" 

"In the diner," he answered, then questioned, "Why ... ?" 

"Because, she's nowhere around ... at all!" 

"Just a minute!" 

Suddenly, Roger shared his concern. With swift efficiency he sped the 
motorist on his way. "Let's talk to Patty!" he said, leading the way to the 
dining room. 

All Patty knew was that the mail delivery truck had stopped at the box, 
across the highway ... and Carol had gone across to pick up the mail. That 
had been five or six minutes before ... but she had been busy with the 
customers, paying little attention to Carol's delayed return. 

"Did any other cars stop at the mail box...?" Roger asked her. 

"No..." she answered, then remembering, she said, "Yes ... it was one of 
those little delivery vans ... but I can't remember whether it stopped there 
before or after Carol went out for the mail..." 

Roger's mind churned. 

'Christ! Maybe she decided to take off ... on her own!' But, his logic 
prevailed after a moment or two. He decided: 'No ... she's been taken away 
... by somebody!' 

"Let's take a look around that mail box!" He led the way, carefully 
examining the car tracks in the dirt of the highway's shoulder. There were 
footprints there, too. Roger read them thoughtfully, identifying Carol's and 
those of two men. He noted the design of the tire treads. Finally, he looked 
up at Wally and told him, "If I read this right ... the van pulled up here, 
two men got out, dragged ... then lifted Carol into the truck ... and drove 
away with her!" 

"You ain't saying somebody's kidnapped her, are you...?" Wally asked. 

"It looks like it..." 

"Well ... how can you know so much ... just by looking at them tracks?" 
Wally challenged. 

"It was my business ... when I was in Vietnam ... in the army ... and I 
think I can track that van down! It'll he easy out here in the desert!" 

"If your guess's right we better call the Police!" Wally cried out, 
believing for the first time that something really serious had happened to 
his wife. 

"Too slow! They're only ten minutes or so ahead of us!" Roger told him. "And 
if we start now ... we've got a better chance of finding her!" 

"We...?" 

"Yes ... she's your wife, isn't she..." 

"Yeah ... but..." Wally was skeptical. 

"Then ... let's go!" 

Resolutely, Patty Deering got into the car with the two men. "I'm going with 
you, Roger!" 

There was no time to argue about it. "Okay!" he snapped. 

It was almost one-thirty in the afternoon before Roger found the van that 
had carried Carol away from Jackson's Corner. 

Chapter Seven 

Carol Jackson was absolutely terrified. She writhed desperately against her 
bonds, leather cufflets on each wrist holding her securely, with arms 
widespread. She was lying on a blanket, laid over straw, in the cargo 
compartment of the small van. She had no idea of who her captors might be. 
There were three men ... two squatting or sitting beside her, and one 
driving. 

They had grabbed her so quickly, held her securely, one of the men clamping 
a hand over her mouth, the other shielding her eyes, while the opposite 
hands pinioned her arms, then she was in the van, tied, gagged and 
blindfolded, her heart pounding with the terror of being abducted ... not 
knowing who ... or why ... or what they intended to do to her. 

'Oh, my God! My God ... I need you ... now!' she prayed. 

There was no conversation between the two men; neither had they said 
anything to her. For several minutes, they rode in silence, then she heard a 
whispered voice say, harshly, "What the hell you thinking about...?" 

The second man snapped back, "I'm going to get me a preview!" 

"No! Don't touch her until we get there!" the first man grated "The hell 
with that!" the second man spoke in full voice now. 

She listened carefully, trying to remember that second voice. Somewhere, she 
had heard it! It must be somebody that comes into the diner! 

Suddenly she recoiled, her fear knowing no bounds, as a hard, flat, cold 
object was pressed to the base of her throat. 

'It's a knife! Oh, dear God ... they're going t-to k-kill m-me!' 

The knife, in the hands of the second man, snicked through the collar of her 
waitress' uniform, then she felt his hands grasp and rip ... all the way to 
the hem, where he used the knife again to part the cloth. Now she felt the 
blade in the narrow valley between her full, quivering breasts. Quickly, her 
bra was parted down the center, the cups pulled aside, and the stifling, hot 
air inside the van washed over the nakedness of her breasts. She heard the 
sharp in take of the man's breath, as he gasped with lewd appreciation upon 
the full revelation of the white, full mounding orbs to his gaze. 

"Christ! What a pair of knockers!" 

She knew then! 

They're going t-to ... r-rape me! Ooooooohhhhhh!' 

Her scream was silent, muffled completely by the gag in her month. 

Again, the knife, in the hands of her unknown abductor, slashed through her 
panties, across the crotch, from leg band to leg band, then snipped the 
waistband. His hands ripped them asunder ... and for all practical purposes, 
she was naked. Only remnants of her clothing still clung to her body. 

With desperate strength, she clamped her legs together, as she felt hot 
rough hands running along her trembling, smoothly tapered thighs. 

'And there's nothing I can do...' 

She heard him chuckle, then mutter, "You can't keep those gorgeous legs 
together ... like that ... for very long!" Then his hand played in the 
down-like hair of her pubic triangle for a moment before one of his fingers 
slid down into the secret fold of her pussy to tease gleefully at the 
sensitive flesh of her clitoris. 

A second pair of hands were on her body then. It was the first man - the one 
who had warned the other one to wait until they got there ... But where is 
THERE? His hands massaged caressingly over the twin fullnesses of her 
alabaster breasts, and to her surprise she felt the sensitive little nipples 
begin to harden and elongate under his lewd teasing, as he rolled the tiny 
buds tantalizingly between his fingers. 

'No!' her mind screamed. 'I-I can't! I can't start getting all worked up! 
They're a bunch of ... rapists!' 

The van was on a rough road, climbing steadily now. She heard the growl of 
the engine as it labored uphill, the tires kicking up stones and gravel into 
the fender wells. 

'Oh God ... where am I? Where are they taking me?' 

It seemed to her they had been traveling for hours. Finally, the vehicle 
ground to a stop. The two men in back got out to join the driver, who 
climbed down from the cab. There was a whispered conference. Then the door 
was opened and rough hands picked her up and carried her inside a building. 
She was deposited on a soft mattress on the floor. There was a good deal of 
walking about, some shifting of furniture, then the first man said, in his 
normal voice, "Bring that bottle of whiskey in here!" 

The voice conjured up a matching face for her, this time: It had red hair, 
blue eyes, and he limped. 

'Jack!' 

She didn't know his last name, but he was a frequent customer in the diner; 
actually, he came in almost every day ... for pie and coffee ... and he was 
usually accompanied by a shorter man, black-haired, dark eyes ... a man by 
the name of Sam. 

Now, she was conscious that the three men were all gathered around her, 
looking at her. The sounds of their breathing was loud in the room. The man 
she had identified as Jack in her mind spoke, "Mrs. Jackson ... ?" he said. 
"I'm going to tell you what's going on. Can you hear me?" 

Carol nodded her head, affirming it; 

"We brought you here ... for one big reason! And I imagine you already 
guessed that ... ain't you?" 

Again, she nodded her understanding, as tears streamed from her eyes, 
wetting the cloth that bound them. 

He went on, "... And there's no way you're going to get out of it! 
Understand?" 

God! She understood only too well! 

"Now ... if you want to say something ... I'll take your gag off ... and it 
ain't going to do you no good to scream ... because we're so far from 
nowhere ... nobody's going to hear you!" 

Hands loosened the gag and removed it; she worked her jaws, licked her lips 
... and screamed, loud and long, disregarding, not believing Jack's advice 
about not being heard. 

They allowed her to scream for several moments; then, the one she remembered 
as Sam, told her harshly, 'That's it! You can stop now ... bitch!" 

She stopped. 

It was useless, anyway. Now Jack was speaking again. "You got anything ... 
you want to say... Mrs. Jackson...?" 

"Why-Why...? Why did you bring me... h-here? Why d-did you tie m-me up ... 
and...?" 

Jack went on smoothly, "I thought you knew...? It's because ... we sort of 
figured we'd do you a favor ... by fucking you ... so you'd know you really 
been fucked!" 

"Y-You mean ... r-rape ... P' 

"Not exactly ... we figure old Wally's not doing right by you! He doesn't 
know what kind of a woman he's got ... because he sure ain't giving you much 
satisfaction ... is he...?" 

"H-How ... would you know...?" 

"We got ways of knowing...!" 

"Anyway..." he went on, "we got no intentions of hurting you! All we're 
going to do is fuck you ... and well do such a good job of it ... that you'd 
really appreciate having some he-man cock that'll do you some good!" 

It was monstrous ... unthinkable "I-It's still rape!" she spat out at them. 

"No! It ain't ... because you're gonna be so hot you're going to beg us to 
fuck you ... before we actually do ... and nobody could call that rape ... 
understand?" 

'Oh, God! Three men ... all at the same time?!' 

That's what they seemed to be saying. "Three of ... y-you? God no!" 

"That's right, Mrs. Jackson ... all three of us in a gang-fuck!" 

The third man had said nothing up to this point, but now he blurted, "Damn 
it! I'm all ready for some fucking ... and all we're doing is jawing!" 

'Blinky!' 

It was Blinky Crandall. 

'I'd know his voice ... anywhere!' 

He'd seemed 

a boy ... and she'd felt sorry that he'd lost his job. 

'... And he's here ... and he's going to ... to ... be doing i-it ... t-to 
me ... too!' 

"But, like we told you! There ain't no way in hell you're going to get out 
of it ... !" It was Sam's voice. 

"No ... p-please ... !" Carol begged. "Don't d-do it! I-I can't ... do it 
... w-with all three ... of you!" Her tears were running copiously down her 
cheeks now, as she began to realize the complete hopelessness of her 
situation. 

"Actually ... it'll be more fun for you ... and us!" Jack told her. "Now ... 
we're going to take your blindfold off ... because we don't want you to miss 
a thing! You got to know who we are ... sometime!" 

The blindfold was removed. She blinked rapidly to clear the mist from her 
eyes, and looked up into the faces of her captors ... and would-be rapists. 
Blinky Crandall ... Jack ... Sam! She still couldn't remember last names ... 
except for the Crandall boy. They stared back at her ... and she could 
almost feel the physical impact of the lust that glowed in each pair of 
eyes. Then she remembered: 

'I'm naked!' 

She looked down the length of her lovely body. Tatters of her clothing was 
all that remained. Her first line of defense was gone ... already! 

She was revulsed ... and her revulsion for what they planned to do to her, 
and her loathing for them, flared out of her eyes and contorted her face. 

'I'd be better off d-dead...' 

"We got us a bottle of whiskey..." Jack suggested. "If you think it'll make 
it any easier ... you're welcome to drink up with us." 

Carol hated the stuff. 

'But maybe it'd kind of dull things ... for me...' 

"All right ... I'll drink some of it..." she said. 

"I'll let your hands free ... but remember . . you ain't got no chance of 
getting away ... naked like you are ... in the hot sun! That desert'll kill 
you, understand?" Jack told her. 

Nodding her head in understanding, she struggled to sit up. Blinky released 
her hands. Sam thrust a fifth of bourbon at her. "Drink it down, doll," he 
growled. "We ain't got no glasses or ice ... !" 

Hesitantly, she put the neck of the bottle to her lips and let a few drops 
of the hot whiskey slide down her throat, then she took three large 
swallows. It made her gasp for breath, but gamely, she did it again. 

"Take it easy!" Jack warned. "We don't want you sloshed either!" He took the 
bottle from her and drank a healthy belt from it himself, passing the bottle 
to Sam. Blinky took a timid taste when it came to him. 

While they were drinking, Carol looked around. It was a rough, 
weather-beaten cabin ... probably a miner's shack, she decided. She saw 
bare, unpainted board and batten walls, a wood stove, a couple of battered 
chairs and an old table. The windows, side and rear, were covered, making it 
impossible to see out. She listened carefully but there was only the 
stillness of the desert and the rustle of people and clothing in the 
single-roomed cabin. As Crandall handed the whiskey bottle back to Jack, she 
asked, "Can I have some more...?" 

"Yeah ... but just one little nip..." he agreed. 

Carol wanted to be numb. She took another three fast swallows before she 
gagged on the fiery liquid and started to cough. 

Taking the bottle from her hand, Jack growled, "That's enough!" 

This time, as she drank greedily and went into the resultant coughing spell, 
Sam stood up and began stripping off his clothes. When she was finished 
clearing her throat, she looked up to see the short, stocky, heavily muscled 
man with the slightly bandied legs, standing nude before her, his thick, 
massive penis spearing out hard and throbbing lustily. 

Suddenly, she realized that it was starting. These three determined men ... 
were going to ... ravish her helplessly naked body against her will. 

'No ... it's not love ... i-it's fucking ... and they're going to force me 
... t-to do it! It's realty ... r-rape!' 

Her cheeks flamed as she realized she had named it... 

'But, that's what it is ... just fucking!' 

Now, Sam was beside her. He took her in his short, muscular arms and laid 
her down flat on her back on the mattress, his lips covering hers instantly, 
his tongue snaking into her mouth and sliding deep into her throat. Already, 
she had begun to resign herself to her fate. There was no possible way she 
could escape. Her only hope was that the hastily imbibed whiskey would ease 
it for her ... dull her mind... and her senses. She could feel its warming 
effects already in her belly. 

One of Sam' s hands caressed a sensitive breast, his fingers rolling the 
cameo-pink bud of a nipple to instant erection between his fingers, the 
aureola crinkling up prettily at its base. Then, the heat of the whiskey 
seemed to permeate her loins ... and she found herself ... much against her 
will, not wanting it, but not able to help herself, responding to him, her 
own tongue lashing out to intertwine with his. She was aware that there was 
the now familiar slippery warmth down there between the already slightly 
flowering lips of her vagina. 

'Oh God ... I'm getting h-hot ... and I don't want it! Oh, God! I don't want 
them ... t-to get the best of m-me!' 

Then, Jack stripped himself naked and stretched out on the other side of 
her, his slim sinewy body pressing up tight to hers hotly, and she could 
feel the hard warmth of his cock as it ground against her smoothly tapered 
white thigh. His mouth dropped down hungrily to her other breast, to suck 
and nibble, encompassing the coned out nipple and its aureola completely. 
Writhing beneath the two men, Carol moaned uncontrollably as she realized 
that she was losing the battle with herself. Even though she was being 
subjected to their outrages against her body ... she was helpless to stop 
them ... or to stop her responses to them. Now her loins were being seared 
by a desire she never wanted ... and the whiskey only heightened it ... 
enhanced it, and made it more possible to accept. 

Blinky's voice came down to her. She looked up to see him stepping out of 
his jeans, his erect penis lancing out through the fly of his shorts. He 
stood there, uncertainly, complaining, "Damn it ... you guys are hogging her 
boobs ... you promised I could play with them all I wanted to!" 

"Hell! That's no trouble!" Sam growled, breaking the open-mouthed kiss. "You 
come on down here ... because I'm ready to give her a taste of some real 
fancy triple tonguing!" He released her breast and scrambled up to his 
knees, then scuttled around to wrench her legs apart. Kneeling in between 
them, he stared down salaciously at her exposed pussy, murmuring, "Damn! 
That's the sweetest little cunt ... this side of them whores in Nogales!" 

Quickly, young Crandall was beside her, his work-hardened hands digging at 
the mounds of her breasts, his fingers hurting the sensitive, 
passion-swelling flesh. She heard his little moan of pleasure as he explored 
the soft pliancy of them. 

Jack was kissing her now. His long tongue bored into her mouth and moved in 
tiny teasing les on the tender flesh of her inner lips. And before she 
realized it, she was sucking on his tongue voraciously while his hand roamed 
down across her belly soothingly, then back up to fondle and cup her tit, 
forcing Blinky to concentrate on just one of her lush breasts. 

Then, below, she watched with horrified eyes over Jack's shoulder as Sam 
pulled her knees up, flexing them, then spread her thighs widely ... 
obscenely ... his hands sliding with haste down the inner softness of her 
thighs to force them apart. Desperately but briefly, she resisted him, 
attempting to hold her knees together against his strong arms. 

"God damn it!" he growled menacingly. "Open your legs, bitch ... so I can 
get at that sweet smelling little pussy of yours! I don't want to... but if 
I have to...!" 

Sam's threat was never finished. She allowed him to pry her legs apart, 
slowly, and she heard his gasping expletive and the wash of his warm breath 
over the sensate flesh of her fearfully quivering pussy. She felt she had to 
let him do it ... even though she hadn't actually been mistreated ... yet. 
It was there, though; the tendency to violence lurking just below the 
surface. After all, they had planned and carried out the kidnapping ... to 
get what they wanted ... 

'And ... i-if I don't give in ... and let them do it ... they might beat me 
up ... something terrible...' 

She could feel the viscous moisture, as it exuded from the rapidly readying 
walls of her softly palpitating vagina ... and ran down in tiny rivulets to 
moisten the inner petals of her genitals. 

As his breath washed over her cuntal opening, she knew what he was going to 
do. 

'God! It'll make me ... all weak-kneed ... and ready to do anything! ... But 
how can I stop him ... from doing it...?' 

"Oh, p-please ... please ... don't d-do that ... I" she begged. 

Suddenly, his long, hot, wet tongue was taunting at the thinly bearded mouth 
of her cuntal passage. It played there for a long moment teasingly, before 
he plunged it deep into her moist, seething depths, where he began 
immediately to flick it in and out wildly, duplicating in her open pussy the 
motion of Jack's tongue up in her mouth. The sensations generated in her 
vibrating body were intense, slashing, as high-voltage eroticism flashed 
through her trembling body. And now, the Crandall boy was sucking on one of 
her nipples, the suction of it strong and forceful. It seemed to her she 
could feel the greedily sucking sensation ... all the way down to her 
flame-seared loins. 

Deliberately shifting upward then, Sam's voracious lips nibbled their way 
along the openly pulsating furrow of her aroused young cunt, searching for 
and finding the erectly throbbing little bud of her clitoris, hidden in its 
fleshy fold and surrounded by the sparse silver-blonde down of her pubic 
hair. 

Both Jack and Blinky felt the deep, erotic shock of it in her body, as she 
convulsed with the electric contact. The sparking arc of sensation was 
grounded in her sensuously trembling loins, the surge of it causing her hips 
to writhe away from it, her buttocks grinding down into the mattress to 
escape the super-charged flash of it in her belly. 

But, in the next moment, not caring now, uncontrollable, unconscious desire 
caused her helplessly quivering pussy to undulate of its own volition up to 
Sam's hotly licking tongue. 

"Oh ... OOOooooooh, God!" she moaned up into Jack's mouth. 

Sexual sensations multiplied themselves in her tortured nerve endings ... 
and there was nothing she could do to control them. The alcohol in the 
whiskey she had swigged down so desperately hadn't deadened her body, after 
all. If anything, she was more alive to it all, her responses more intense. 
She began to lewdly enjoy Jack's deep kiss, his hand that roamed at will 
over her body, returning always to her breast, fondling it, caressing the 
taut, smoothly rounded resiliency of her flesh, the sensitive nipple 
spearing out into his palm and quivering there, erotically. 

On the opposite side, Blinky couldn't get enough of his nibbling and sucking 
at the softness of the large full mound as his hand, too, smoothed down 
across the flatness of her belly to caress the lesser mound just above Sam's 
obscenely licking, sucking mouth. 

Then, his face wedged tight between her widespread legs, Sam took the 
throbbing, erectile bud of her clitoris into his teeth, holding it between 
them lightly, while his tongue danced in a lively circle, concentrating on 
the tiny head at the quivering tip of it. 

She moaned and writhed uncontrollably, the obscene sensations of desire 
being generated in her aroused young body almost more than she could stand 
... and her nakedly exposed genitals pressed up tight to his tantalizing 
mouth. Groping then with both hands down to the center of her sexual being, 
she searched for Sam's head. She grasped his hair in her clawed fingers and 
pulled his face tip tight against her needful, sensation-scared cunt. 

Shudderingly, she moaned up into Jack's mouth, "OOooh, my God! My Godddddd!" 

'His tongue's driving me crazy!' 

Suddenly, below, it all stopped! She was bitterly disappointed. Looking 
down, straining to see, she glimpsed Sam kneeling between her wide-spread 
thighs, his hand gripping the shaft of his huge, blood-inflated cock. Carol 
watched with hypnotic fascination as he pulled back the loose fold of 
foreskin to reveal the blood-red cowl of its head, shining satin-smooth, his 
pulse clearly visible in it ... ready for action. A viscous tear of exuded 
moisture wept from its tip. Suddenly, she realized that the moment of truth 
was approaching! He was going to stuff that monstrous penis into her ... and 
fuck her with it! 

Sam grinned lewdly at her, as he saw her horrified eyes looking down at him. 
"Well, baby ... you're just about ready to be fucked!" 

Desperately, she twisted her mouth away from Jack's and groaned pleadingly, 
"P-Please ... don't g-go through with it ... it!" 

"Like hell! There's no stopping now ... so you might as well make up your 
mind to like it!" Sam chortled. 

His hips came down between her thighs, the quivering, alabaster columns 
cradling him against their will as he thrust his hips forward to insinuate 
his cock into the soft flaxen fleece surrounding her cuntal mouth. He 
supported himself on young, strong arms over her, while on either side, 
Blinky and Jack shifted their bodies to make room for him. Glancing down to 
make sure he was on target, Sam thrust forward forcefully, thrusting his 
massive cock into her without further preparation. 

The smooth rubbery head of his lust-inflated cockhead entered her hotly 
pulsing vaginal passage in a great rush, ranging deep up into her vainly 
resisting young pussy walls, pressing smooth rippling waves of tender flesh 
before it. Carol felt as though she had been skewered through the whole 
length of her naked body by a great, punishing truncheon. 

She opened her mouth and screamed aloud with the searing pain. His slamming 
cock filled her cuntal tunnel completely; she could feel every throbbing 
ridge of it, as it was buried deep in her tremulously throbbing belly. Then, 
as the monster prick soared to its full length, his pelvis smacked hard into 
her blonde, saliva moistened pubic hair. His ball-filled sac, swinging 
below, thudded up tight into the crevice of her naked, openly upturned 
buttocks. 

"OOOoooohhhh! It's splitting m-me in two!" Tears of pain rolled piteously 
down her cheeks as she groaned out her complaint. 

"Shut up ... and milk it with your cunt, bitch!" Sam grunted. "Milk it until 
it comes!" 

Then, insanely, he began to fuck his cock wildly in and out of her 
defenseless young vaginal passage, oblivious to her moans of pain. He pulled 
almost all the way out of her, until only the cockhead remained in the 
obediently clenching lips of her pussy; then, with punishing force he drove 
it back in again. Always faster and yet deeper he plunged, interested only 
in getting his own kicks. After a moment, she began to lubricate profusely. 
It became more bearable; however, in the face of his animal-like attack ... 
there was nothing she could do but lie there, on her back, with her legs 
spread obscenely wide, accepting his plundering cock deeper and deeper into 
her unwanting loins. 

'He's an animal ... or a machine!' The imagery became more acute for her. 
'That's it! He's ... like a f-fucking machine!' 

Carol could never have explained it, even to herself, but strangely, 
masochistically, she began to feel it, the delicious sensations pervading 
her whole body. His punishing thrusts into her were not hurting. Her flesh 
filled vaginal passage was adjusting to his viciously pounding cock ... and 
before she knew what was happening, she was fully aroused, her body 
demanding ... wanting and needing his hardened, buffeting penis deep up 
inside her belly. 

Her hips began to gyrate, countering his thrusting, pile-driving pelvis, 
undulating up to him wantonly, as he drove deep into her, bringing low, 
involuntary mewls of sensual ecstasy to her lips. 

Instinctively, she was aware that Sam was going to cum ... already. He 
panted and groaned above her, his lusty cock pistoning 'm and out of her 
like a run-away jackhammer. 

Sam felt it begin for him. Then, it was there. He ejaculated, as he drove 
his exploding prick deep into her now wildly clasping cuntal sheath, his 
balls smacking noisily up against her nakedly raised buttocks. He stiffened 
and held himself there, rigid, gasping with the intensity of his orgasm, 
while his hot, white semen hosed through the tube of his expanding cock to 
jet forcefully and deep, up into the farthest recesses of her vagina. 

"AAAAwwww, Christ!" he exploded. "I shot my load too damn soon!" 

Desperately, she bucked up against his pelvis, wanting him to go on ... but 
his rapidly deflating penis was no longer of any use to her. His animal-like 
plungings into her had only aroused her fully. She needed a cock! God! How 
often that had happened to her ... during the two years she had been married 
to Wally Jackson! 

"OOOOOOohhhh!!" she moaned, pleadingly. "Keep it up! Don't stop ... 
f-fucking m-me now!" She said it from the very core of her being, meaning it 
... but she couldn't believe that she had said it! 

"All right, Sam ... crawl the hell off of her and let a real man fuck her 
... if you already shot your wad!" Jack grated, as he scrambled up and gave 
Sam a shove, rolling the shorter man to his side away from her, his 
sperm-emptied cock pulling out of her cunt with a quick, moist, sucking 
sound. 

Quickly, Jack replaced Sam between her wide-spread thighs, wedging himself 
in tightly, and stared down salaciously at her young, tender, and now 
overheated, pussy. Her hips undulated up to him wantonly, offering him the 
magnificent feast of her loins. Again, not believing herself capable of it, 
she heard herself murmur, "Oh God, Jack Fuck me...! Please ... fuck me! 
Don't let me hang... on the brink ... like this!" 

"When do I get to fuck her...?" Young Crandall hovered over her, kneeling up 
now, as he whined out his complaint. 

Sam, who was a spectator now, grunted, "Hell ... both of you can fuck her at 
the same time! Get her up on her knees ... so she can service both of you at 
once!" 

"Christ! just when I'm ready to get my cock in her ... you guys come up with 
something else!" Jack growled. 

"You promised ... I could fuck her too!" Blinky sulked. 

Carol pleaded with them. "P-Please ... somebody fuck me!" 

"Okay!" Jack conceded. "Turn her over!" 

She felt hands grasping her, turning her over, her hips being lifted back 
and up, until she was on her knees, her round, fully fleshed-out buttocks 
upturned nakedly in the air behind her, still grinding out her hunger to 
their appreciative eyes. She rested on her elbows, while behind her Jack 
shuffled between her open thighs into position to fuck her animal fashion. 

The tall redhead used both his hands to spread her softly clenching buttocks 
wide as he guided his rock-hard shaft straight into her wildly clasping 
cuntal sheath. With a gasping lunge he drove his cock deep into her hotly 
demanding cont. 

'Oh God! He's even ... bigger than Sam was!' 

She groaned aloud, as he worked in and out of her several times with 
deliberate slowness, so that she could adjust to his monstrously hardened 
cock. Then, as he began to piston smoothly up into her open belly, the wild 
sensations were there again for her ... and she waggled her hips back at 
him, countering his virile cock thrusts into her greedily absorbing depths. 

"What do I do ... now...?" Blinky asked, trying seriously to figure it out. 

"Damn it ... Blinky ... do you have to be held by the hand?" Sam exploded. 

Jack was kinder to the young man. "Get down in front of her and put your 
cock in her mouth ... so she can suck you off!" he explained. 

"No kidding...? Christ! I didn't think of that!" Blinky said, revealing his 
inexperience and garnering a raucous guffaw from Sam Dade. 

Blinky knelt before her and sat back on his heels, his rigid, pulsing cock 
jutting up at an angle toward her face. She was lost now, in a trance of 
sexual surrender to the obscene fiery sensations surging through her. 

"Here ... Mrs. Jackson!" Blinky said, not able to shake his innate feeling 
of respect for her as his former employer's wife. "I-I want you to suck my 
cock ... for me!" 

At the time, almost at the peak of her arousal, it seemed the most natural 
thing in the world to take the young man's somewhat short but thick, penis 
into her mouth, as she felt the smooth satiny head brush against her lips. 
She wanted to do it. 

Unthinkingly, Carol opened her mouth, her lips ovaling to take Blinky's 
thick cock between her lips. Its rubbery softness surprised her, and its 
slightly pungent flavor wasn't at all unacceptable, as her tongue ran 
experimentally over the blood-engorged head. Then, she began to lick it in 
tiny swirling circles, feeling the erotic shock of it in his body. Then, she 
attempted to insert the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit at the top of 
it, and she could feel the strong, warm pulse of his racing blood. 

Then, he began to push, flexing his hips to force the massive rod of his 
cock deeper into her mouth ... and on into her throat. She accepted it, 
gagging for an instant, until all of it was absorbed. Only a tiny stretch of 
it showed between her lips and the dark blond curls of his pubic hair. 

Somewhere behind her she heard Sam's voice. "I got it up hard, again ... and 
I got to have more of that tight, little cunt!" 

"She's already working on two of us]" Jack snapped." So ... just wait for a 
while! Anyway ... you got into her first!" 

"Hell ... there ain't no sweat! She can handle all three of us!" Sam came 
back. 

"How do you figure ... ?' Jack asked. 

"There ain't nothing to it!" Sam chortled. "One in her cunt ... and one in 
her ass! And ... she sucks the other one! A perfect triple-fuck!" 

'Oh, my God ... no!' Carol wanted to cry out in bitter protest ... but she 
couldn't. Her mouth was stuffed full of Blinky's lustfully throbbing cock 
that was now fucking relentlessly in and out, between her hungrily sticking 
lips. 'They... c-can't do that! it isn't possible!' 

Then Sam's hands were fondling her, caressingly cupping, smoothing and 
digging into the firmly rounded mounds of her buttocks. One hand slid down 
between Jack's thrusting loins that pistoned his lust-hardened cock in and 
out of her sensation-laden cunt and her own rhythmically clenching behind. A 
finger searched in the smooth hairless crevice between her whitely trembling 
buttocks; its goal, the tender, excitedly flexing lips of her rectum. 

Experimentally, the tip of his finger pushed at the tiny puckered ring of 
her anus; suddenly, the first joint of his finger slipped inside past the 
vainly resisting ring of elastic-like muscle. Then, he shoved hard, and his 
plundering finger slithered all the way up into the soft, warm sponginess of 
her rectum. Carol tried to scream out from the unbearable pain ... but only 
a muffled wet sound escaped around the huge penis fucking into her mouth and 
throat. 

Sawing his finger in and out of her tightly resisting back passage in tempo 
with Jack's thundering cock in her cunt Sam held her in place with his other 
hand, as she tried to escape the punishing middle finger worming around deep 
up in her backside. 

"Hold still ... bitch!" he barked, adding a second brutally thrusting finger 
to the first. 

Carol heaved herself up to hands and knees, pulling her head up at the same 
time to clear it of young Crandall's thick, pulsating cock. 

Full-throatedly, she screamed, "OOOooohhh! God! Noo! D-Don't! Don't do 
th-that!" 

Blinky followed, kneeling up, his hands reaching out to recapture her head. 
"Don't stop ... sucking ... now!" he gasped. 

Sam's voice overlapped Blinky's. "Yelling won't do you no good ... so stop 
... right now! You're going to get it in the ass ... no matter what you 
want!" 

She shook her head in Blinky's grasp, attempting desperately to avoid his 
thrusting cock against her lips. Sobbingly, Carol flare out, "Why don't you 
... all of you ... just fuck m-me ... in the c-cunt ... one at a time ... 
b-but don't d-do THAT to m-me!?" 

Behind her, plunging rhythmically, deeply long and hard, Jack Coil chortled. 
"Hell ... she knows all about that ... doesn't she?" 

"Noooo! I-I just know it ... isn't right!" she moaned. 

"You'll know all about it pretty damned soon!" Sam promised, "because you're 
stretched just about right!" 

With excruciating force, Blinky grasped her jaw and pressed the hinge 
muscles. Her mouth opened, and he forced his aching cock into her mouth 
again! "Now ... suck like hell ... Mrs. Jackson!" he grated, flexing his 
hips to drive it deep into her mouth and throat. 

Sam told Jack, "You fuck her in the ass, Jack. There ain't nothing like it!" 
He jerked his fingers from her now slightly stretched back passage. 

Jack backed off, his huge, pulsing penis pulling clear of her wildly 
clasping cunt, and placed the head of his cock directly against the naked 
flesh of the tiny cringing opening, while Sam used both hands to pry her 
quivering buttocks apart to expose her rear entry to the unnatural 
ravishment. 

"Okay... ram it in!" Sam grunted. 

Behind her, Jack shoved into her hard, forcing the head of his 
blood-engorged penis slowly into the warm, spongy flesh of her rectum. 

Wildly, she struggled to scream ... but Blinky held her head in place while 
he drove his cock in and out of her mouth with renewed energy, making of her 
wide-stretched lips a substitute, hairless little cunt. 

In it went another inch, as Jack rammed harder yet. It made her feel as 
though a red-hot poker were being driven between her upraised ass cheeks. 

'Oh God ... I-I can't stand it!' 

She was being debased ... used beyond reason! 

"Come on, Jack! Ram it in all the way ... this time!" Sam snapped. 

Sweat popped out on Jack's face as he strained with almost superhuman effort 
to drive his rock-hard cock flesh into her tightly resisting little anus, 
the exquisite pleasure-pain of the tightly clinging sheath of her rectum 
almost more than he could stand. And then, with one final grunt, he lurched 
forward, his pelvis smacking hard into the soft, upturned whiteness of her 
buttocks. Jesus Christ! He was sunk all the way up inside that 
son-of-a-bitch Wally Jackson's young wife's asshole! 

Carol's vision dimmed. Her ears roared. The pain was unbearable ... and she 
screamed and screamed around the rampaging penis in front, of her that 
plunged in and out of her mouth without mercy. 

She felt the involuntary jerk of the log-like presence in her rear passage 
expanding, stretching the flesh filled passage even more, Then as she began 
to relax, to adjust to it, the pain lessened, surprising her ... and as he 
began to move, experimentally, sawing it in and out of her, a little at a 
time, the erotic sensations that had been pushed aside momentarily, returned 
to her in full splendor. 

Sam, the sexual straw-boss, continued to issue directions. "Blinky ... let 
her head loose ... for a minute ... and Jack ... you roll over on your back 
and hold her flat back against your belly ... and keep your cock in her! 
You're going to be on the bottom of the pile!" 

Wrapping his long, muscular arms around her torso tightly, Jack rolled to 
his side with her; then, squirming over on his back, he forced her up to lie 
full length back against his stomach. Carol groaned aloud, half in pleasure 
... half in agony, as she realized now what they were going to do to her. 

'Oh God ... not really! Not both fucking into me at the same time!' 

Quickly then, Sam came in between their legs, pulled her knees up and spread 
her thighs wide apart, obscenely. With no further ado, he reached down and 
guided the vibrantly pulsating head of his cock straight into the racist 
warmth of her heatedly clasping cuntal orifice. 

Carol moaned and her head flailed uncontrollably from side to side. She 
would never understand the duality of the pleasure mixed with pain she 
experienced. 

'I-I can't believe it! Both of them ... have ... their cocks in my stomach 
... at the same time!' 

Above her, Sam was beginning to gore his massive, hardened cock deep into 
her suddenly hotly responding vaginal passage that was literally exploding 
with carnal sensation now. Little by little, her hips began to grind up and 
down at him, the downward movement causing Jack's huge penis to plunge deep 
up into her now warmly welcoming little anal passage from below. 

Immeasurable ecstasy began to flood through her body after a few moments, 
and she began to move with them in wanton abandon, her body, as well as her 
mind, accepting the dual ravishment of her loins. 

Blinky had been disappointed again, temporarily, as they shifted to the new 
positions. Now, he knelt down on all fours, his body bridging over her head 
crossways, his cock arrowed straight down to her mouth. This time, she took 
it hungrily into her mouth and began sucking wildly on it, in tempo with the 
two men who surged into her below. 

Carol was filled to overflowing with cock. All three of her holes were 
filled ... and being fucked! And, the lewdly rising sensations of wild 
sexual abandon slashing through her body made her shudder with pure delight. 
There was nothing else in the world that mattered! 

Lying under her, Jack's cock slanted up into her now greedily demanding 
young back passage, and as his expandingly throbbing shaft fucked up into 
her, he could feel the massive bulge of Sam's huge hardened penis sliding 
smoothly down into her voraciously working cuntal channel. It seemed almost 
as though the thin separating membrane were not there at all, between the 
two rapaciously thundering cocks. 

Carol was in a fantasyland of cock. Blinky's short, fat cock was buried deep 
in her mouth, moving in and out at the same time as she sucked on it. In her 
cunt Sam was jack hammering into her without mercy ... and Jack skewered her 
from behind. Her rapture knew no bounds ... and she wanted it never to stop! 

Among the three of them there existed a concert of motion, point and 
counterpoint, the rhythm and tempo increasing by degrees, while within them 
their raging lust drove them on and on to greater and greater effort and the 
multiplicity of sensations built beyond endurance. 

Suddenly, Carol knew that she was going to explode into her orgasm. It was 
there, just before her, tantalizing her. 

'Oh God... just a little more ... a little more!' 

Then ... she began to cum ... and cum some more ... almost unendingly. 

'Oh! It's here. I-I'mmmm cuuummmiing! AAaamaauuuuuggghhhh!' 

She couldn't scream it out coherently because of her cock-filled mouth! 
Then, suddenly, she realized that the throbbing expansion of Blinky's cock 
in her mouth meant that he was nearing his climax, too. 

'Is he going to squirt it into m-my mouth...?' 

She had no sooner thought the horrifying thought than it was accomplished. 
Blinky came! His hot, male semen spurted from the depths of balls to, spray 
wetly back against her tonsils and on deeper into her throat. She swallowed 
automatically. She had to keep from gagging ... but as she did so, there was 
an extra thrill of eroticism in it. The flavor was not at all unpleasant to 
her. As Blinky ejaculated, watching her greedy young lips lock tighter to 
his cock to keep from losing it, he groaned in agony, the delicious 
sensations keening through him intense in the extreme. Finally, gasping his 
enjoyment, he forcefully pulled his deflating rod from her still hungrily 
devouring mouth and rolled to his side on the mattress, feeling completely 
satiated. 

Cradled between her thighs, Sam slammed long, hard strokes into her, driving 
his cock deep into the wetly clinging flesh of her still greedily working 
pussy ... until she began to cum for a second time. This time the lewdly 
bursting sensations were even more intense. She convulsed between the two 
heavily grunting men, as she screamed out her rapture. 

"Oh God! Fuck me! Fuuuucckkk meeee! Haaaarrrrdddd! Oh! Oohh! OOOOOhhh! 
AAAAAAaaaaaauuuuuugggggghhh!" 

Almost simultaneously, Sam and Jack came to their climaxes, their lewd 
viscous sperm spewing into her welcoming young belly from both front and 
back. She could feel both wildly pumping cocks buried deep in her vagina and 
rectum, as they exploded violently, jerking involuntarily and expanding to 
even greater dimensions. Sam hammered several more plundering strokes into 
her still voraciously nibbling cunt while he was still cumming. 

Beneath her, Jack heaved up against her to flatten the softness of her 
buttocks against her hip bones and drive his heavily ejaculating penis as 
deeply as possible between her widespread ass cheeks while his semen hosed 
through him in a hot, white viscous stream, his sperm shooting deep into the 
warm, rubbery confines of her hotly milking rectum. 

Then, with a great sigh of satisfied relief, Sam collapsed on top of her, 
his breath heaving raspily in his lungs. 

It was several moments before any of them moved. Sam, finally, prodded 
himself from his lethargy to roll from on top of her to the mattress. Jack, 
too, after a few moments squirmed from under her. He sat up and looked down 
at Carol Jackson where she lay, still breathing heavily from the intensity 
of her emotional release. She was relaxed, the heat of their sperm 
glistening wetly between her still limply spread thighs and on her lips, but 
smiling ... deep in the arms of a blessed euphoria ... a complete 
fulfillment. 

"Now ... you can say you been fucked ... but good!" Jack told her. 

"And ... now that you're done with me ... when you going to take me back?" 
she asked. 

"Hell... this's just the beginning!" Sam grunted, reaching over to fondle 
the swell of a nakedly luscious breast. "We're figuring on seconds and 
thirds ... maybe even fourths!" 

"They're going to be looking for me..." 

"And, they'll play hell finding you!" Jack told her. "But when we're through 
... well take you back ... don't worry!" 

"We've got everything all figured out!" Sam bragged. "Even to a reason why 
you came out here with us!" 

Chapter Eight 

According to Bobby Burns: The best laid plans of mice and men go oft astray 
... as well as those like Jack, Sam and Blinky. Their use of the beautiful 
young blonde girl's body had continued to complete sexual exhaustion. They 
were getting ready to take Carol Jackson back home. The three men were 
dressed. 

"I-I'm still naked..." Carol complained. 

"We thought about that, too!" Jack explained. "Blinky ... go get that 
package in the truck!" 

The Crandall boy left the cabin, and Jack told her that they had brought 
along a hotpants outfit for her to wear. 

Blinky came bursting through the door, clutching the package, his face white 
and frightened. "Somebody's coming!" he blurted. 

"The hell!" Sam grated. He dashed outside to the van, returning in a moment 
with a rifle clutched in his hand. 

"You stupid bastard!" Jack roared. "You ain't going to use that!" 

"If I have to ... I will!" Sam spat, going to the window to pull the curtain 
aside. He peered out, saw Wally Jackson, Roger Brandon and Patty approaching 
along the road on foot. "I'm going to dust them ... just to warn them off!"
 he croaked. 

* * * 

"Patty," Roger instructed, "you stay here and well go up there and take a 
look!" He saw to it that she was in a safe place behind some boulders. 

Together, the two men walked cautiously along the road. Wally was next to 
the cut bank; Roger walked near the edge of the road, watching the cabin, 
alert to everything around him. 

Suddenly, he saw it. The cabin door was partly open. There was the glint of 
sunlight on metal. 

"Down!" Roger roared. 

The rifle shot was loud in the desert stillness. Wally had not reacted to 
Roger's warning. The rocks next to him broke into tiny flying fragments, 
along with slivers of lead from the bullet that broke them. Wally was 
lacerated by them, causing him to blink in disbelief. 

'God damn! They're shooting!' 

"Let's get the hell out of here!" he screamed, grabbing at his face. He 
turned and fled back down the road, toward Roger's car. 

Working back along the gully, staying clear of the road, Roger found Patty 
and growled, "Well... Jackson's bugged out!" 

Patty was frightened, but she was also worried. "Do you suppose they'd hurt 
Carol ... ?" 

"I don't know ... but we can't take a chance!" he said glumly. "I've got to 
get her out of there!" 

"But ... how?" 

"I could do it with your help..." His cunning developed in the long days in 
the jungles of Vietnam were coming to the fore. 

"What do you want me to do...?" Patty asked gamely. 

"Draw their attention ... for a little while!" he explained. Then, rapidly, 
he sketched out what they would do, explaining to her that timing was of 
utmost importance. Gamely, Patty agreed to his plan. 

"Remember ... give me the signal ... when you're in place!" he reminded. 

Blind, unreasoning fear had clutched Wally Jackson's guts. He ran back to 
Roger's car. 

'I got to get away!' 

Roger had the ignition key in his pocket, but that didn't stop Wally. He 
jumped the ignition wires, started the car and backed it down the road until 
he could turn around; then, he sped away. 

Roger heard his car's motor roar into life. "The dirty bastard!" he ground 
out. "He's taking my car!" 

"What now, Roger?" 

"We've got to hurry!" 

Roger waited for five minutes, then cautiously he began to work his way up 
toward the van parked near the front of the miner's shack. He had to be 
within a short sprint of the front door. 

Suddenly, he heard it. It was the meow of a cat, Patty's signal to him. He 
gathered himself for the rushing charge. 

Above and behind the cabin, a large rock came rolling down the slope 
noisily. 

'Now!' 

Roger hit the door with a rush. 

All three men were at the rear window, looking out, trying to see what was 
happening on the hillside above the cabin. Sam had just snapped a shot up 
the slope when Roger hit him a chopping blow to the back of the neck. He 
caught the rifle as it fell, jacked a shell into the chamber and swung it 
around to cover Jack and Blinky. 

"Hold it!" he ordered. "Unless you want to go out of here in a litter!" 

Jack Coil froze in position. "I-I can explain ... Brandon...!" he blurted. 

"Explain what...?" 

"Why we're here! Why Mrs. Jackson's here!" 

"Let's let her do that," Roger snarled. "What happened ... Carol? He swung 
around to her. 

She had crumpled down on the mattress, sobbing out her relief as she 
realized that Roger was there to take her away from her abductors. 

"Th-They kidnapped m-me ... and r-raped me...!" 

"And she loved every damned minute of it!" Jack put in. 

"That's beside the point!" Roger told him. "I should blast you ... but I 
won't!" 

Blinky had shrunk back against the wall. He was a scared kid, blinking 
rapidly at the surprising turn of events. Roger turned to him and said, 
"Take your shoes off, kid!" 

Young Crandall sat down, hastening to obey. 

"Now ... you get your boots off ... and lay down!" He motioned with the 
rifle at Jack. 

"What the hell you going to do?" 

"Shut up!" Roger ordered. "Now, kid ... take your shoe laces and tie your 
friend up with them ... hands and feet ... hands behind him!" Then, to 
Carol, "See if there's some rope in that van!" 

Drying her tears, Carol left the cabin. She returned in a few moments with a 
long piece of sisal cord. As she padded back through the door, Roger 
realized that her lovely young body was still completely nude. In his 
excitement, he hadn't noticed; now, he was alertly conscious of her 
desirability, her luscious beauty, and he told her, "Maybe you'd better get 
some clothes on!" 

"My clothes ... got ruined ... all ripped to shreds!" 

Blinky looked up. "No... we got clothes for you ... in that package over 
there!" 

Carol retrieved the package from the floor opened it, took out the garments 
and appraised them. "They're kind of skimpy..." 

Patty called from outside, "Roger..." 

"Come inside, Patty!" 

The two girls fell into each other's arms, and while Roger directed Blinky, 
Sam's boots were removed, and he too was tied hand and foot. Patty helped 
Carol to get dressed. 

Now it was Blinky's turn. Roger tied him, securely. 

Going through the three men's pockets, he found the keys to the van in 
Blinky's jeans pocket, the knife in Sam's. 

"Christ ... you're not going to leave us here ... hog-tied like this, are 
you, Brandon...?" Jack asked. 

"I sure as hell am!" Roger assured him, taking Sam's knife and sticking it 
into the wood on the inside of the door. "But ... Ill give you a chance!" 

Carol, he noted, was dressed in the hot-pants outfit. She looked very 
fetching ... and very, very sexy! Turning to the two girls he told them, 
"Gather up their boots and shoes and put them in the van ... then get in 
yourselves!" 

Patty and Carol did his bidding without question. Just as they left the 
miners shack, Sam regained consciousness, looked around him through bleary 
eyes and struggled against his bonds, when he finally realized that he was 
tied, securely. 

Looking up malevolently at Roger, he roared, "You son-of-a-bitch! You'll pay 
for this!" 

"You'd better thank God you're still alive!" Roger told him coolly. "One 
thing the U.S. Army taught me was to kill ... kill clean ... and efficiently 
... so shut up ... before I change my mind!" 

Sam's mouth clicked shut. The cold threat in Roger's words ... the 
determined glint in his eye, and the set of his jaw, made him know there was 
nothing idle in the long-haired man's command of the situation. 

Abruptly, Roger left the cabin. He was tempted. God! How he was tempted ... 
but he shook it off. Striding to the edge of the mine dump, he jacked the 
shells out of the rifle, picked them up and threw them as far away as 
possible. Then, with a pent-up fury, he smashed the rifle's operating 
mechanism against a rock, breaking it ... and assuring that this was one 
killing instrument that would never be used again. Angrily, he threw the 
rifle far down the dump and deep into the surrounding brush. For long 
moments, he stood there, until the shakiness had left him; then wearily, he 
climbed into the van and started it. Backing around, he headed back down the 
road and drove toward Jackson's Corner. 

"Where's my husband.. .?" Carol asked. 

There was no answer from Roger. Patty said nothing either. Carol was 
concerned. "D-Did he get hurt ... when Sam shot ...?" 

 "A little ... I think," Roger answered laconically. 

"Then ... wh-where is he...?" 

Roger didn't want to tell her. He looked off into the desert. Carol turned 
to Patty for an answer. Patty told her. 

"He ran away ... then took Roger's car." 

She said it gently, trying not to make too strong an accusation. 

Carol knew, then. Her decision was made. 

"I'll pick up a few of my things ... if you don't mind waiting for me, 
Roger." 

"Ill wait..." 

Pulling off to the side of the road a quarter mile from Jackson's Corner, 
Roger told the two women that they would walk the rest of the way, 
explaining that the police would be able to find the van and return it to 
its owner. 

They found Wally Jackson sitting forlornly on the lumpy couch in the living 
room of the tiny apartment above the diner. 

"Did you call the police...?" Roger asked him. 

"No ... not yet." Wally's voice was dull and lifeless. 

"Maybe you should ... Jack, Sam ... and that kid are all tied up in that 
cabin." Roger told him. 

Wally looked up to see Carol going into their bedroom. 

"She's here!" he gasped. 

"Only because Roger went in against those three men!" Patty spat at him, her 
contempt contorting her face. 

"I-I couldn't..." Wally began. 

"Save it!" Roger grunted. He knew the feeling ... the emotional turmoil the 
man was going through only too well. He couldn't bring himself to chide the 
man now! 

Carol came out of her bedroom. She carried a small suitcase, still wearing 
the hot-pants, because she didn't want to take time to change. 

"Where you going to...?" Wally challenged. 

"She's leaving ... with us!" Roger answered for her. 

"Y-You ... can't do that!" he bellowed. "You're my wife!" 

"But I am!" Carol told him defiantly. 

She went down the stairs without a backward glance. Patty followed her. 
Wally jumped to his feet to follow, yelling, "Come back here!" 

Roger said quietly, "Her mind's made up ... and there's nothing you can do 
... to get her back! Now ... if I were you, I'd get on the horn and call the 
police ... or you can go up there yourself and turn those guys loose ... 
it's up to you!" 

"Why should I ... do something like that ... ?" 

"It'd save dragging Carol's name through the courts! They raped her, you 
know..." 

Wally sat down heavily. "I-I don't know ... I don't know what to do! I'll 
have to think about it... some..." 

"You do that!" Roger told him as he started down the stairs. "But don't 
think too long about it! Those guys could die out there in that shack!" 

"But they're dangerous!" 

"Not any more! They'll just be three scared guys ... who'll be glad to be 
let go!" 

"Well ... I'll go back up there, then ... maybe it's best!" Wally decided. 
"I suppose Carol'll be wanting a divorce," he went on, then changing the 
subject. 

"I suppose..." 



Roger was gone, leaving Wally Jackson alone. 

The two women were waiting in the car. "Well ... where do we want to go ... 
?" he asked them. 

"East!" Patty told him eagerly. 

"Los Angeles!" Carol said, hoping that she would get to see Disneyland. 

"Well..." Roger grinned, "That leaves North ... and South ... so let's head 
toward Salt Lake!" 

Roger started the car and eased it away from Jackson's Corner. Carol's heart 
leaped in her breast. She was escaping at last! 

She didn't know much about the life she would share with Patty and Roger ... 
but anything would be better than the life she had lived with Wally Jackson 
for the last two years. There was one thing she knew for sure: She was a 
fully aroused woman now! She would take her sex as it came ... in the person 
of Roger ... as long as he wanted her. 

'There's a whole world of men out there!' 

She could take her choice of them ... singly ... in pairs ... or ... 
whatever ... She shivered in delightful anticipation of the future before 
her... 


THE END
