Chapter 3
The sun filtered through the drapes and speckled the room with light. Janice opened her eyes and gazed around, not sure for a moment where she was. Then she remembered, and she smiled lazily and stretched her arms above her head. She snuggled down under the blanket and stared at the ceiling, supported by old wooden beams that had obviously been hewn out of the woods decades before. Her eyes strayed around the room, warm and friendly. Outside the birds were welcoming the new day, and in the distance she heard the faint echoes of horses along the highway.
She turned over and decided to relax another five minutes before getting up. After all, she was on a vacation, and there was no reason to get out of bed early. Yet she remembered that most people at the ranch rose early and breakfasted around seven o'clock before starting off on a hectic day of pleasure, riding over the hills or swimming or just lying around the large lawns in front of the main ranch house. Easy living was the key to each day at the Mayan, a complete escape from the pressures of the city.
She lay still, savoring the mood and the moment, and her thoughts turned to Glenn. He had been the last thing she had thought about the night before, as she fell asleep after letting her hands stray across her breasts just once, just enough to raise her nipples to hard little lumps that sent a demanding surge through her body, but she resisted any impulse to do anything more. She felt she had come down to the ranch to get away from Glenn and the temptation that he held for her, as well as the frustration. There was no reason to let it continue to plague her by masturbating while she held his image in her mind. She had actually fallen asleep with a good, righteous feeling of having overcome her own weakness; she slept soundly and without dreaming. Now she was warm, sensuous and not quite awake yet; her body felt languorous, and she let her mind wander, thinking about Glenn for a few moments. Then Elton's image sprang into her consciousness. He had certainly grown some; now he was taller, broader and definitely all man. Even the way his jeans fit him with that enticing little bulge at the crotch made her heart skip a beat and her loins respond with the old familiar twinge that she used to get the moment that Glenn's hands would touch her breasts. Slowly she pushed her hand down between her legs and let her fingers push into her warm little cavern, probing and finding her clitoris and rubbing it gently. In her mind it was Elton's hand there; no, it wasn't his hand at all. It was his penis, large, long and erect, entering her and giving her the ultimate pleasure that she longed for so desperately. She moved her hips, pushing them up to meet her fingers as they pushed down and into her, rubbing the folds hidden under her light blond bush. She felt her juices begin to flow, lubricating her vagina and giving her even more voluptuous sensations than before as her fingers worked their magic.
Through half-closed eyes she imagined the door opening and him coming in to her, tearing off his clothes, revealing his firm muscular body, tanned from years in the Texas sun, with a white stripe across his hips, and in the middle a dark area from which protruded his long, thick organ, throbbing with anticipation and its foreskin stretched back with the bright red head peeking out, oozing lube and ready to plunge between her thighs and into her virginal depths.
She opened her arms, receiving him totally, and as she imagined him lowering himself upon her body her fingers moved quicker and faster, and she felt herself twisting in the bed, her hips undulating in rhythm with her probing fingers, her clitoris on fire with mounting desire and her organs convulsing beneath the ecstasy of an approaching climax.
Her lips began moving, and whispered words emerged into the hollow emptiness of the room.
"Fuck me, Elton, fuck me good," she heard herself murmur passionately. Her eyes were closed and her body became hotter and hotter as in her mind the rock-hard penis began thrusting in and out of her crack, each movement bringing her closer to her orgasm. The words tumbled out: "Deeper, deeper, ram that rod into me, baby, let me feel it way inside. That's it... oh, Elton, what a nice big prick you've got. Fuck me, baby, fuck my cunt, fuck me!" Her eyes were closed tightly and she could almost feel his skin against her own, the sweat dripping down each side and his hairy chest rubbing across her breasts, exciting her even more. Her fingers gripped her clitoris and rubbed up and down, across the end, sending shafts of delight through her loins. She writhed in ecstasy and then felt the slow surge from deep inside her vagina, and she cried out as her body convulsed and she felt herself tremble from head to toe with the force of the waves of pleasure that washed over her. With a gasp, she lay still again, her fingers relaxed between her labia and her breasts heaving from the exertion. "Oh, Elton," she murmured softly. Then, with a start, her eyes opened and a flush of shame crept over her.
Why Elton? Why not Glenn in her masturbatory fantasy? Yes, why not Glenn? He was the one she loved. He was the one she wanted. So why Elton? Oh, God, how could she?
With a stifled sob, she bit her lip, and heard again for the thousandth time her mother's voice, harsh and accusing, saying those things she hated to hear. At that moment, there was a loud knock on the door of the cabin, and a voice shattered the stillness.
"Coffee and orange juice."
Thankfully she slid out of bed, grabbed her robe and opened the door to admit a colored girl who carried a small tray with a steaming cup of black coffee and a small glass of liquid sunshine.
"Thank you. Just put it on the table."
The maid departed and Janice closed the door, staring blankly at the steaming coffee for a moment before moving back to the bed and sinking down on the edge.
"Jesus, what's happening to me?" she whispered, her mind still filled with the glow of her orgasm and the image of Elton's penis sliding into her as she climaxed.
She took a quick sip of the coffee, grimaced, and walked quickly to the bathroom, turning on the shower full-blast and stepping into the stinging spray even before it had warmed up. She shivered from the cold, but felt better as the memory of her fantasy faded and she returned once more to reality. "Please, God forgive me," she whispered, closing her eyes under the water and letting herself relax as the warm water chased the cold.
By the time she had dried off, dressed, and stepped out into the morning sunshine, she had a smile on her face and her head was clear. Briskly she began walking down the trail; she decided to walk over to the ranchhouse for breakfast. It would do her good, she reasoned; in fact, she planned to take a ride over the hills and try to chase the ghosts of her frustration once and for all.
"All right, Janice, there he is."
Elton's voice was deep and rich as he pointed across the corral. She followed his direction and saw a small dark brown horse standing beside the fence, gazing around idly.
"Oh, he's beautiful," breathed Janice, her eyes sparkling as she took in the exquisite lines of the animal and his glossy sheen reflecting the sun's rays.
"And he's docile, too," said Elton. "You won't have any trouble with that one, let me tell you. Last week an old lady of fifty-five climbed on and away she went without a murmur."
They walked over to the horse, and Janice went to it and patted its neck affectionately.
The animal turned its head, sniffed quickly, and then snorted loudly.
"I think he likes me," said Janice with a giggle.
"Up you go," said Elton.
A few seconds later, Janice was astride the horse, gazing down at Elton, who was grinning broadly.
"This is a good angle," he commented, his eyes fastened on her projecting bustline. Janice flushed.
"Get out of here," she said gaily, and seizing the reins, she dug her heels into the firm flesh under her and moved forward.
"Hey, wait for me," shouted Elton.
"See you later," she called out, guiding the horse out of the corral and down the roadway.
"Where're you going?"
"Over the rainbow," she shouted, and with a wave of her hand she disappeared from his view around a clump of trees.
The wind fanned her face, cooling her forehead which had been beading with sweat in the hot Texas sunshine. The movement of the animal under her was strangely comforting, like the feeling she used to get as a child when she traveled on the train to El Paso to visit her aunt. Janice settled down, accustoming herself to the rhythm, and gazed around at the bright green trees and the hills in the distance.
That's where I'm going, she thought; over the hills and far away, away from everything, out into the wilds where she could be alone and enjoy this break from the everyday routine.
She dug her heels in and tugged the reins. The horse responded and broke into a gallop. Janice let out a cry of pleasure and felt herself being lifted as though on wings, sailing across the ground fast enough to be exciting, but not enough to frighten her. She had always been a relatively good horsewoman, and enjoyed riding even as a child.
Soon the roadway was left behind, and the trees, and she found herself on the rocky, dusty land surrounding Bandera, climbing steadily into the hills. She remembered the old silver mine that had long since been closed down and decided she would head in that direction. The mine shaft was on top of a hill that overlooked the valley; it would be a good spot to rest.
Slowing slightly, she jogged upward, the horse responding to her tug at the reins and carrying her forward without effort.
"You're a honey," she murmured, patting him on the neck.
Briefly her mind flashed back to Elton and the look of surprise on his handsome face as she rode away. She knew he had expected to come with her, and she giggled to herself. He had probably anticipated riding with her into a secluded spot and then trying to put the make on her; she remembered her fantasy that morning in bed, and a twinge of guilt pricked her conscience. Why had it been Elton, and not Glenn, who had sparked her self-induced orgasm? Forget it. You're out now, alone, riding across the Texas prairie. Let thoughts of sex stay out of your mind. They have no place here. Besides, it's too lovely a day to spoil that way.
She gazed around, reining the horse for a few minutes, as she enjoyed looking down at the rolling countryside with its neatly tailored fields and occasional ranchhouses. Over to the West she saw the Flying W with its airstrip cutting a swath through the green of the fields. She remembered that the Holts had their own private plane. It might be fun to go for a spin before she left; she had never seen Bandera from the air. Maybe Elton would take her up... Oh, damnit, forget Elton. Every time his image sprang to her mind, she felt an answering response within her. What was the matter? He wasn't that attractive; he was just a man. Yes, he could take her up in a plane, but he would also take her up in her mind just by her thinking of him, his broad chest and that enticing bulge in his blue jeans. Oh, crap... With a shake of her head, she jerked the reins and galloped on up the hill toward the top. The horse scrambled over the loose rocks, and with a final effort they arrived on the flat surface overlooking the valley.
At that moment, a small Piper Cub zoomed down low over the ground and up over the hills. Janice wondered whether that was Elton, or one of the other ranchers out to check his crops. There were several ranches that had airstrips; the Flying L, the Flying W, the Flying... Janice grinned to herself. Maybe one day no one would ride the range anymore, she thought; it would all be done from the air.
But then, nothing could ever replace the feeling of sitting astride a horse, one's legs wrapped around that firm, muscular body that responded so easily to every command. Just like a man, she thought; it must be something like wrapping your legs around a man, and riding his penis up and down, on and on, until that final moment...
Oh, jeez, stop it! She shifted in the saddle, conscious that her crotch was becoming slightly irritated from the riding. Or maybe it wasn't the saddle, it was her thoughts, and her mounting desires. With an impatient shrug, Janice climbed off the animal and walked over to the edge of the hill, looking down.
Her eyes widened as she saw two riders coming up the trail she had just left. They both looked fairly young, and one had a mop of blond hair sticking out from beneath his Western hat. She stood there, watching, and one of them saw her and waved. Then she realized it was Smiley and Curt, two of the Mayan ranch hands.
She waved back, and her heart began beating unnaturally fast. She remembered them from her previous visit, and they were both rather handsome, and certainly made no secret of the way they felt about her, even back then.
She stood, waiting, as they rode up the hill and came over to her. She noted that it was Smiley whose hair was long and blond and sticking out under his hat. Curt was shorter and black-haired, with a very deep tan.
"Janice!"
She smiled at them.
"Hi, Smiley. Curt. Good to see you again."
They reined their horses and stared at her. Curt whistled.
"Wowee, you've sure grown since you were here last."
His eyes told her exactly what he meant, and she flushed with pleasure.
"You're looking pretty good yourselves," she said. "Quite the cowboys now, aren't you? Even with that long hair."
"Shucks." Smiley ran his hand self-consciously through his blond locks.
"Yeah, the guys at the bunkhouse say he's purty enough to be a girl," said Curt sarcastically. "Maybe if his chest grew a little, he'd have something."
"Shut your mouth," snapped Smiley, glaring at Curt. "Janice's chest is the one that's grown."
"All right, all right," said Janice, aware that their eyes hadn't left her figure and she was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
They climbed off their horses and came over to her, standing a few feet away. Janice noticed that they had both put on weight, but in the right places. Smiley's muscles bulged under his Western shirt, and his jeans... Janice quickly averted her eyes from the unnaturally large lump that threatened to burst out of the fly.
"How come, you're 'way up here?" asked Curt.
"I decided to go to the silver mine," said Janice. "You get a good view from there."
"Hell, that's another few miles," said Smiley. "Maybe you should rest a while here. I brought some beer. You want a can?"
She laughed. "No, thanks. But you go ahead."
Smiley reached into the saddlebag and brought out two cans of beer. He pulled open the tabs and handed one to Curt.
"Let's sit over in the shade," said Curt, moving toward a small clump of trees.
They settled themselves and the young men lit cigarettes. Janice watched them carefully. There was something about their manner which disturbed her. She had a feeling they had purposely followed her, rather than just run into her.
"How come you're out this far?" she asked finally.
Curt grinned.
"We had to fix some fencing down there." He pointed down into the valley. "And then we saw you. We figured we may as well come on up and get sociable. It's bin a while since we saw you."
"Yes, it has."
Smiley laughed coarsely. "Last time we saw you was at the swimming pool, remember? You sure as hell didn't have the figure you got now, that's for sure."
Janice blushed again.
"We all grow up," she said lamely. "You've broadened out a bit, too."
Smiley snickered.
"Yeah, we've grown in lots of ways."
His hand went down to his crotch and adjusted himself, but it was done a little too obviously for Janice not to notice. She turned her head away, and her heart began to pound.
"You got yourself a boyfriend yet?" asked Curt, stretching his legs out in front of him.
"Dozens," said Janice lightly. "But I do have one that I plan to marry. In fact, pretty soon now."
"Well, well, so you're getting hitched," said Smiley lazily, his eyes running over her. "He's a mighty lucky stud, I'll say that for him. I wouldn't mind a wife who looked like you, you know that?"
"Thanks. I'll remember that if things don't work out," said Janice with a laugh.
Curt stared at her intently.
"How come you're down here alone?" he asked.
"Just for a rest," she replied. "I wanted to get away for a while. City life can get kinda tedious."
"Yup. I reckon so."
There was a silence, broken only by the slurping as they swallowed beer from the cans.
Curt eased back and scratched under his armpits.
"Sure is warm out here," he said, putting his beer can on a small rock. He undid the buttons on his shirt and peeled it off. Janice stared, unable to restrain a gasp. His skin was tanned a deep rich brown, only accenting the exquisite chest development and the bulging muscles on each arm.
Curt looked over and grinned at her. She smiled back, and looked away.
"Whatsamatter? You ain't uptight because I took my shirt off, are you?"
Smiley laughed.
"I guess that's a good idea," he said, and in a few seconds his chest was bare. He was tanned, though not as dark as Curt, and his development was just as impressive.
"You... you both have good builds," said Janice, feeling that she was expected to say something about their obviously impressive physiques.
"We lift weights," said Curt noncommittally.
"It sure helps that chest."
He laughed. "Looks like you've been doin' a little yourself, Janice. You got the goddamnedest chest I've seen in a longtime."
There was a tone in his voice that sent prickles of alarm up and down Janice's spine. Without undue haste, she rose to her feet and dusted off her dress.
"I think... I think I'll be getting on," she said. "I want to get up to the silver mine."
Smiley looked up at her insolently.
"Ain't nothin' up there," he drawled, "'Sides, if you stay here, we might jest have a little fun together."
"What do you mean?"
Smiley looked over at Curt, and they both laughed loudly.
"Well, most of you Dallas chicks who come down here want a little excitement," he said. "And Curt'n me's just the guys who can provide it. Especially with someone who looks like you. So how 'bout takin' off your shirt for starters? The sun'll do those boobs some good. I'm willin' to bet they're as white as a lily."
Janice's eyes opened wide and she gasped.
"Smiley, I think-"
But before she could speak, he had jumped to his feet and had his arm around her and was pulling her to his body, his mouth searching for hers. She felt his lips press against her cheek and then cover her own, his tongue pushing in urgently. She beat on his shoulders with her fists, conscious of a mounting fear within her, but at the same time a wild, pagan excitement as her fingers touched his bare skin and felt the firm muscles beneath. Curt was laughing, and his hand went down to his crotch, feeling himself obscenely.
Janice broke away.
"Smiley, let me go!"
He held her at arm's length, but still pressed his hips against her own, and she could feel the large bulge there.
"Now you know you don't really mean that, do you, Janice? Remember the swimmin' pool last time you was down? Remember what you and Elton was doin' under the water? I know, 'cos he told us. He said next time you'd get more than you bargained for, and this time something tells me you're ready for it."
Her breath caught in her throat, and she raised her hand. Smiley caught her outstretched fingers.
"Now don't you git any ideas of clawing my cheeks," he said, "That wouldn't look so good, now, would it? 'Sides, I git real nasty if a chick used her nails."
Curt stood up and came over.
"You hold her. I'll help her out of her shirt," he said.
"STOP IT!"
Janice's voice rose to a scream, which died as Curt's hand covered her mouth.
"Now, Janice, that ain't ladylike," he said. "And I know your momma taught you to be a lady, right? And if there's something your momma didn't teach you, well..." He chuckled. "We'll be more than happy to show you."
His hands came down to her shirt buttons, and one by one he undid them, while Smiley held her helpless in his arms.
"Well, whaddya know, she wears a bra," said Curt, his fingers caressing her breasts through her underwear. "I thought you gals had given all that up?"
The shirt slipped off, and expertly, Curt's fingers undid her bra, which fell away. Her breasts sprang forth into the bright sunlight, their whiteness looking even more virginal than ever and the ends dark pink with the nipples slowly rising.
Smiley whistled.
"Wowee, lookit them tits," he murmured. "Jest right for chewing on."
"You hold her," snapped Curt. His mouth came down over the end of one nipple, and Janice felt his tongue dart over her flesh, arousing the nipple even more to firmness and sending shivers through her body.
"Oh, please, please..." she whimpered, feeling that she was very close to tears.
"You jist relax and enjoy it, Janice," said Smiley, adjusting his grip on her. "Curt knows all 'bout how to make a chick feel real good, don't you, Curt?"
Curt grunted in reply, his mouth still occupied with sucking on Janice's nipple while his fingers kneaded her other breast expertly.
Janice's terrified eyes glanced down and saw that the bulge in his pants was larger than before. Oh, God, she thought, is this going to end with rape? All her carefully laid plans for going to her marriage bed a virgin would end in assault on a lonely hilltop with no one to witness the desecration of her maidenhood. Oh, no, please, not this.
Curt's mouth was pushing her higher and higher, with her loins responding instinctively. She felt her vagina flowing with her juices and that old feeling came back, the same feeling she had when Glenn had made love to her in the car out at White Rock Lake.
"Smiley... Curt... please... let me go," she cried, and they both laughed coarsely.
"Give me one good reason," said Smiley.
"I'll... I'll tell Mrs. Holt... I'll tell Elton."
Curt lifted off her breast long enough to guffaw.
"You'll what?" He glared at her. "What'll you tell? That we did something to you? Do what? How's it gonna sound, huh? There're too many chicks come down here to fuck and no other reason. What makes you think they'll believe you? No, baby, you're gonna git it good, and you're gonna love it just as much as we are."
"But... but I've never..." Janice began, and they both laughed again.
"You mean you're cherry? Oh, wow, this is too good to believe," said Smiley. "What makes you think we believe that?"
"Because it's true," shrieked Janice. "I'm a virgin."
Curt doubled up with laughter, and Smiley let her go, his body convulsed with amusement. Janice jerked herself away and ran a few yards before Smiley grabbed her again.
"No, let her run," said Curt. "Her tits look real good when she runs."
Smiley released her and Janice ran toward a tree, intending to hide behind it. They stood back, watching her and still laughing loudly.
Janice stood, her chest heaving and her heart pounding so hard she thought she would faint. They stood in the sunlight, their skins golden and their crotches bulging. She peered around the tree and saw them reach for their belts. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw them loosen their pants and drop them, taking off their boots, and standing, naked, their penises jutting forth. Oh, God, she didn't believe a male penis could be that large. They were both uncircumcised, long, thick, throbbing, each with a large sac behind their organ. Male, all male; and lots of it, all ready to do what they intended to with her.
She screamed and retreated behind the tree. A moment later, Smiley appeared around one side and Curt the other, and they grabbed her. Carefully Curt loosened her skirt and pulled it off, followed by her panties, and she stood naked before them, her body trembling and little cries of fear emerging from her throat.
"Oh, no, no," she said, babbling almost incoherently.
Curt took her behind the neck and forced her to her knees, pulling her head toward his crotch. Janice stared at the monstrous penis, erect and jutting out from his legs, only a few inches from her face.
"Okay, go down and say hello to him," said Curt, and she struggled in vain. Smiley came behind her and held her firmly while Curt took his penis in his hand and pushed it across Janice's face. She almost gagged, feeling the firm flesh push across her mouth and the lube that oozed from the slit at the end smear over her skin.
"Open up. He wants in," said Curt, giggling.
Janice kept her mouth shut, mentally deciding not to do anything. But Smiley's hand came around, forcing her mouth open, and then she felt the thick member penetrate her lips and enter her mouth. Her tongue tasted the male-ness for the first time, the sweet musky taste of his glans and the taste of his foreskin.
"Suck it, suck it," Curt whispered. "Make it good, baby."
Janice closed her eyes and felt him ram his penis in and out of her mouth.
"You never sucked cock before?" asked Curt.
"Sure she hasn't," said Smiley. "Mebbe we'd better give her a lesson or two."
"You've eaten an ice cream cone, haven't you?" asked Curt.
She remained silent, and he brought his hand down across her shoulder. The sting brought her out of her self-imposed silence.
"I asked you something."
"Yes, yes, I've eaten ice cream cones."
"Well, start licking my dick like it wuz an ice cream cone," he snapped.
She opened her eyes and stared at the throbbing flesh in front of her, protruding from his hairy crotch. She bent forward and took the end between her lips, and ran her tongue under the head and across the slit.
Curt groaned and moved his hips, pushing it into her mouth a little more.
"Now you're gettin' someplace," he muttered. "Suck harder, like you wuz trying to suck it off my body."
"Hold it in your hands," said Smiley.
He released her arms and she lifted her fingers up, taking the shaft and holding it firmly. She felt a thrill inside her as she gripped it. This was the first penis she had held. She was amazed at how hard it was, and she felt it jerking and throbbing in her grasp.
Her mouth closed again over the end, and her fingers held the skin around the rod.
Curt began humping his hips, driving it between her hands and in and out of her mouth. Her lips closed more firmly and her tongue licked under the head each time it came forward.
"Now you're doin' some good," said Curt, "Oh, wowee, she's great."
Janice felt a perverse thrill at the compliment. So this was what it was all about? She held his penis more firmly and sucked harder and felt his answering moans of pleasure.
Smiley's hands came round her body and took her breasts, his thumbs rubbing across her nipples which were now hard as marbles and sending shivers of delight through her.
"You sure got the purtiest tits," he said, and his mouth came down on her shoulder, kissing her passionately, his tongue rubbing across her skin. She squirmed with pleasure herself and slowly relaxed slightly, despite the terrible fear still gnawing at her. Insanely, Janice felt that if she was able to satisfy them this way, they might leave her crotch alone, her virginity might still be preserved, and she could still go to her marriage bed the way she had always planned to.
"Suck, suck," she heard Curt's voice rising with passion. "I'm almost there."
Janice's heart beat faster with alarm as she realized what he meant, and in her mind she remembered Glenn's ejaculating that night when he masturbated. All that stuff would come pouring out of Curt's cock and into her mouth; oh, God, she couldn't. She just couldn't take that stuff in her mouth. It was dirty. It was...
At that moment, Curt's hands gripped her shoulders and the back of her neck and he rammed his penis deep into her throat. She felt it expand and jerk, and then her mouth filled with salty liquid, hot and strange-tasting, and she felt her gorge rise. She gagged and pulled back. In her terror, her strength overcame his restraining hands.
Curt's penis pulled from her mouth and continued shooting, its white seed spurting out over her chin and down across her breasts. Curt let out a curse and grabbed her head again, forcing her mouth back over the end of the organ. Smiley was laughing loudly.
"Oh, wow, that was something," he said. "Your first taste, Janice? Tell us, honey, was that the first time, really?"
Curt released her and she jerked herself back, staring at Curt's softening penis between his legs, a drop of come still oozing from the wide slit at the end.
"You bastards," she spat out, shocking herself with the hate in her voice and the use of the word.
"Oh, oh, that's not very ladylike," said Curt. "But then, all girls are whores at heart, not so, Smiley?"
"Sure thing."
"Now it's your turn."
Curt stood up and moved around, grabbing Janice while Smiley moved in front of her, his penis jutting out firmly. It was, if anything, a little larger than Curt's with large blue veins running down one side. Janice stared at it, fascinated. Smiley grinned.
"He's kinda big," he said, "Or so the girls say. So mebbe he'd better fit in between your legs, baby. I like it better that way, anyway.
Janice screamed.
"No, please, please, not that."
Curt's hands pulled her back, and Smiley grabbed her legs and spread them apart. He dropped to his knees between her thighs and his mouth came down over her mound, his tongue pushing between her labia. She felt his tongue on her clitoris, licking it greedily, and stabs of pleasure flooded her loins. She closed her eyes and moaned.
"Good, huh?" said Curt, looking down. "He's the best pussy-eater in the county."
Smiley's mouth had almost disappeared into her, with his lips and tongue caressing her flesh, giving Janice sensations she had never dreamed possible.
Every moment with Glenn came rushing back to her consciousness, and she remembered the moments they had together, the times he had kissed her breasts, fingered her vagina and brought her to such heights of passion that she thought nothing could possibly feel better. And now she had a man sucking her, licking her clitoris and feeling her body, her breasts, and she was tingling with desire like never before. But still foremost was the knowledge that her virginity was soon to disappear forever; she was going to lose it, and to a rough, callous cowhand on a lonely hilltop at high noon, with the sun beating down mercilessly and no one to help or hear her.
"Okay, bend her back," said Smiley, raising off her. Curt pulled her shoulders back even more, and she was spread-eagled on the ground, resting half on top of Curt. Smiley moved forward on his knees, his penis jutting out before him, ready to impale her.
Janice stared at it, and whimpered.
"Please, please...."
And then she felt the large flat red head disappear into her labia and she cried out.
"Good, huh?" said Smiley, watching his penis slowly thrust into her and feeling the tightness of her cunt.
He pushed forward and then stopped, and Janice felt a slight pain.
"She is cherry," he said grimly. "Okay, buster, here we come."
He pushed forward and Janice shrieked in pain as she felt something tear inside her, and then the organ was all the way in, penetrating all the way up to the mouth of her womb, while the walls of her vagina gripped the shaft tightly, and Smiley groaned.
"Jesus, she's tight," he said.
"Good, loosen her up. I'm next in line," said Curt, whose penis had begun to rise again.
Smiley began humping her in and out, his enormous length filling her cavern and withdrawing, back and forth, and with each thrust Janice felt ten thousand fingers of fire race through her body. She began shaking uncontrollably, and she found her own hips moving in rhythm with his and her vagina flexing and gripping his shaft as it slid past her clitoris and into her depths.
"Oh, God, Oh, Jesus," she whispered, and her hands began clawing at the ground as her arms were pinned down by Curt.
Smiley grinned. "That's more like it." he said, keeping his movements going without missing a stroke. "You're gettin' the idea, baby. Snap that cunt. Make it feel good. He likes that."
Janice found herself floating, as if she were on a cloud, away above the ground, and in her mind she was looking down at her naked body, held forcibly while this man raped her, forcing his penis in and out of her quivering vagina.
"Oh, you son of a bitch!" she spat out, and then in a flash she seemed to lose all her reserve, all her inborn inhibition, and she became a raging tiger. She wrenched her arms free from Curt, and put them around Smiley's back, pulling him closer to her, so that his chest rubbed across her breasts. Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist, and his penis probed even deeper into her.
Curt whistled.
"This cunt's never fucked before?" he gasped. "Don't hand me that."
But Janice was past caring about what anyone said then-what anybody thought. Her body was alive with the most incredible sensations, and she felt herself closing her vagina around the penis which was giving her such pleasure, and with every thrust she flexed her crotch and felt the answering response in the flesh that was blending with her own.
Smiley began groaning and his mouth found hers and their tongues probed each other's mouths. His hands were closed around her breasts and her own fingers were digging into his muscular back.
Smiley's body began trembling and he broke away from her mouth and cried out, "Jesus, here I come...." And then Janice felt the extra thrust deep into her and the shaft flex, and then her own vagina convulsed and she felt the juices flowing into her, mingling with her own in the one final moment of ecstasy. She screamed out, and her nails dug deep into his back as she felt him holding his prick deep inside her cunt, spurting out load after load into her. Then with a gasp he released her and withdrew, lying back on the ground, his softening penis lying across his leg, glistening in the sunlight from all the juices still on its skin. Janice relaxed back and closed her eyes for a moment. Then, in a flash, the reality returned, and she began sobbing. She looked down between her thighs and saw the bloodstains there, and she sobbed more violently.
"Oh, God, forgive me," she cried out. "Oh, God, what have I done?"
Curt laughed loudly.
"You ain't done nothing'," he said. "It's us who's doin' the doin'. That right, Smiley?"
Smiley sat up and grinned.
"You durn tootin'," he said, staring at Janice. "And I reckon this is the best piece of ass I've ever had. You know that, sweetheart? You sure can make a guy feel good."
Curt moved around in front of her. His penis was firm and throbbing once more.
"Okay, baby, next one," he said, dropping to his knees.
Janice shook her head dumbly; she hadn't the strength to move.
"No, not now. Please...."
Curt straddled her body and bent down to kiss her breasts.
"You jest relax," he murmured, his tongue playing over her nipples. "This won't hurt a bit."
Smiley snickered and propped his head up on one arm, staring up between Janice's legs.
"Let her have it," he said. "Let me see that dick sink into that hot little pussy."
Curt moved forward and with one hand guided his penis into her. She gasped as she felt it enter her. It felt just as big as Smiley's, even though it didn't look it. She wriggled, and her vagina flexed and contracted around the shaft as it sank into her.
She could feel the sand under her buttocks and against her elbows, grinding against her skin, but more than that, she felt the ecstasy start again as Curt's thick member slid in and out of her. The wild feeling began mounting again, chasing her guilt, eliminating her inhibitions; she felt once more free, once more able to let herself go.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she screamed out suddenly, her hands reaching for his shoulders, feeling his muscles quiver under her fingers.
Curt grinned and lowered his face to hers, biting her nose and sliding his tongue across her cheek to her ears, which he enclosed between his teeth and bit gently. She squirmed and snapped her cunt around his cock once more, harder, and he moaned.
"Oh, wow, is she tight," he muttered. "Is she ever?"
In and out he plunged his rod, and with every penetration Janice felt her own passions mounting and she knew she would have another orgasm very soon. There was something about Curt's cock, the way it rubbed against her clitoris. Maybe it was all that skin, she thought briefly; she had noticed that Curt's penis was very well endowed with foreskin, much more so than Smiley's. Maybe that's what was doing it; that's what was pushing her up and up, closer and closer to that one ultimate moment when the world would explode.
Smiley was lying closer, his eyes observing every movement as Curt's cock slid in and out, forcing her flesh aside and squeezing out the juices which filled her canal, making them ooze out and creep through her bush between her legs. His hand was on his penis, playing with it gently, and coaxing it back into erection again as he observed every detail of the fuck.
Curt's body settled down to a slowly increasing rhythm as he pounded himself deep into her twat, their bodies blending in a massive mounting quiver of passion. Janice had lost contact with where she was, with the sun burning down out of the sky, with the rough sand under her naked flesh; she only knew that her entire being was alive as never before, and that she felt, for the first time in her life, what it was to be a woman, complete and fulfilled sexually, giving and taking, and enjoying every minute of it. She realized little animal sounds were coming from her throat; she was moaning and groaning. Obscenities poured from her lips, and Curt and Smiley were giggling and laughing. Then with a gigantic thrust, Curt buried himself in her and she felt again the spurting of his seed within her vagina, and her insides convulsed once more, and she shrieked out herself, "I'm coming again... I'm coming...." And their bodies thrashed together until their orgasm was over.
Curt withdrew and lay next to her, stroking her breasts. His penis lay across his leg, looking red and swollen from all the action. Janice stared at him, and then at Smiley.
"Well, what've you got to say now?" Smiley asked, reaching out and pushing his finger into her cunt.
She squirmed and pouted.
"Take your goddamn finger out of my cunt," she snapped, and then they all broke out laughing. Janice could not believe herself; she was behaving like a whore, and she had just been raped by these two studs.
She scrambled to her feet and reached for her clothes.
"What makes you think we're through?" asked Curt, making no effort to move.
She stared down at him.
"You can stay here for all I care," she snapped. "I'm going back to the ranch."
Smiley's face lost its smile, and his eyes glinted.
"And what are you gonna do at the ranch?"
She sneered at him.
"I'm gonna get Elton to whip your asses," she said. "He'll believe me."
Curt looked at Smiley, and they both guffawed.
"Elton's just as likely to fuck you himself," Curt said. "He's been wantin' to ever since he met you."
"Elton's a gentleman," said Janice primly, regaining some of her composure. "And I'm sure as hell gonna tell him."
"You won't."
"What makes you think I won't?"
"Because no one'll believe you, and secondly, no girl tells about something like this."
Janice's nostrils flared and she put her hands on her hips and her eyes flashed.
"You think you're both pretty hot stuff, don't you?" she snapped. "Just-"
"We know we are," Curt interrupted her. "We've got the biggest cocks in Bandera, and we know how to use 'em. You'll be back for more, even if we didn't plan on seeing you ourselves. And we do, you know."
Janice's heart jumped.
"What do you mean?"
Smiley stood up and walked over to her, his penis swinging in a wide arc before him. He took it in his hand and waved it at her.
"Because now you've had a taste of him, you'll be seein' him again," he said. "He likes that tight little pussy of yours, baby. And you know you like him, too."
She turned away and started walking back to her horse. Her ears rang with their laughter, but she didn't turn. She climbed into the saddle and stared back. They were still standing, naked, their bodies glinting in the sunlight, their muscles showing up enticingly, and her eyes lingered for a moment before she turned and rode off down the hill. Her crotch was tender as the saddle bounced against it, but her body was glowing and a feeling of fantastic exhilaration filled her.