Chapter 4

"Well, dear, how was your day?"

Emily Holt looked over at Janice and smiled indulgently.

Janice flushed and helped herself to more potatoes.

"Oh, I went riding over the hills. It was wonderful."

Emily frowned.

"You don't sound very enthusiastic. Don't you feel well? Maybe a touch of the sun?"

Janice forced a big smile and laughed merrily.

"Emily, you're a worrywart. I'm fine, believe me."

The older woman nodded.

"That sounds more like it. We can't have any low spirits around the Mayan, you know. Bad for the image."

They both laughed, and Janice concentrated on her food. Emily sat back, puffing at a cigarette in an overly long holder studded with rhinestones.

"You really have grown up, my dear. In fact, I'd say you look positively radiant today. Must be this country air."

Janice nodded.

"I feel like a different person already."

Oh, yes, she thought. I am a different person. I'm no longer a virgin. But what the hell; no use crying over spilled blood. She had actually been surprised at the lack of it. She remembered her mother telling her extremely gory tales of how she would likely flood the bed when she had her hymen broken. But in reality there had been very little; and the pain, though sharp, had been fleeting, and the ecstasy that followed had more than made up for it.

She had come back to her cabin and climbed into a hot bath. At the back of her mind was the terrifying thought that she might have gotten pregnant, and she knew the Kilkenny girls had always boasted about never getting knocked up because they always took a long, hot bath after being screwed.

Janice lay in the tub, letting the hot water wash over her, and looked down at her body. It wasn't any different, except for a few bruises around her nipples where Curt had clamped down with passion as he ejaculated into her. And the glow within her was incredible. She had had no idea how wonderful it would be. She wished in a way that she had let Glenn do it first; but then, that was B.F.-Before Fucking. Yes, so much of her life would now be dated B.F. Her mind raced with a million thoughts and regrets.

By the time she emerged from the bathroom and had dressed herself, a lot of the glow had faded, and her old feeling of remorse took over. Oh, God, now she would never go to Glenn a pure girl. She was no better than those Kilkenny trash. Of course, it wasn't her own doing. She had been forcibly raped. Yes, that was it. It had been forcible rape. Yet why then did she enjoy it so much, and really join in, her hips going like pistons when she was being fucked by Curt? She loved every minute of it, she knew; maybe she was a whore at heart.

But that didn't take away from the fact that what she did was wrong. It was so wrong, especially with her marriage only a few weeks away. At least if she did get pregnant, Glenn would think it was him, and not... not those two cowhands. They had said they planned a repeat attack. The only way to avoid that would be never to go out alone in future. She would go out with Emily, or maybe Elton. She was unsure about Elton, because of what Smiley and Curt had said. Maybe he would be no better than they had been, once he got her alone.

No, Elton wasn't like that. She really did feel Elton would behave himself. Maybe she'd let him kiss her, but nothing more. No more sex. Not until she and Glenn were legally wedded, and then she could do whatever she wanted to. And now she knew she'd be able to satisfy Glenn without any reservations. She had sucked a dick. She had been fucked. She had known what it was. And it was wonderful. Every minute of it.

But if it was so wonderful, why did she still feel so guilty about it? It hadn't been her fault; there was no one to blame but those two studs. Oh, yes, there was; she had loved it. She had enjoyed it. And that wasn't right....

"Janice, I was talking to you."

Janice snapped out of her reverie to realize with a start that Emily Holt was still talking to her.

"I'm sorry. My mind was miles away."

"Must be that young man in Dallas. Maybe you shouldn't've come down here after all."

"Oh, no." Janice hastened to contradict her. "I had to get away. You see, well..."

"All right, you told me. I understand."

"What was it you were saying, Emily?"

The older woman shifted in her chair and reached for her coffee.

"Well," she said between sips. "I was wondering whether you wanted to come to the dance tonight. It's at the Stompede."

"Oh, yes, I think that'd be fun."

"Elton can be your partner. He's already asked me to ask you."

Janice flushed.

"Why couldn't he ask me himself?"

"Because, dear heart, he's down there helping them get ready."

"Oh."

Emily smiled at her.

"Elton's a very nice young man. We're real proud of him. I think it's the family influence. He was pretty much a bum when he first came to work for us. Now you'd think he was a graduate from S.M.U."

Janice laughed.

"I've seen some pretty raunchy characters graduate from S.M.U. That's no recommendation."

"At least it's better than being a saddle tramp."

"I guess so." Janice paused a moment, and pushed her plate away. "Yes, Elton is very nice. He's grown a lot since I saw him last."

"So have you, dear, so have you. And in the right places," said Emily, gazing enviously at Janice's bosom. "Oh, well, thank God for silicone."

Janice laughed.

"Emily, everyone loves you, and it's got nothing to do with the way you look."

"Maybe so, dear, but at my age it doesn't really matter. At your age, that's something else again. And the way you fill that blouse makes me wonder if you'll get out of Bandera in one piece."

"Don't scare me. I'm a virgin, remember."

The words were out before she realized it, and immediately her face turned scarlet. Emily looked at her curiously.

"Well, that's nothing to be ashamed of, dear."

"I know. I'm sorry. I'm just touchy tonight, I guess."

Emily continued staring at her strangely, and Janice quickly moved over to the coffee urn and poured herself a cup, returning to the table slightly more composed. Oh, Christ, she thought. It just shows you how one's mind works; I still thought I was a virgin. But no longer. Never again.... How could she explain it to Glenn? She'd have to cook up some story of doing a lot of riding on the ranch. She'd heard how that can break the hymen. Only it wasn't a horse she'd been riding; it was a large, thick, stiff dick, plunged deep into her, and it felt so great....

"Janice, you really are somewhere else today. You haven't heard a word I've said."

"I'm sorry, Emily." Janice looked over and smiled. "I guess I was thinking about something else."

"Yes, I can imagine what, or who he was," said Emily with a salacious grin. "Anyway, I was asking you if you wanted to come down to the Stompede with me early."

Janice nodded. "That's fine. Sounds like fun."

"The dances at the Stompede always are. The cowhands come in from miles around and usually by twelve everyone's blind and there's often a few fights and all that stuff. Never a dull moment at the Stompede, I always say. I've often thought of buying the place. It sure is a moneymaker, especially on weekends."

They lapsed into silence, while Emily puffed on her cigarette and surveyed the dining room, filled almost to capacity with guests, most of them in Western garb, and chattering away noisily. Janice sipped her coffee and her thoughts strayed once more to the events of the morning. It appalled her that she felt so calm; admittedly at first she had been terrified out of her wits, but as she rode back, she realized that it really hadn't been so bad after all. In fact, once the initial shock had worn off, she had enjoyed it. Yes, that was the understatement of the year; she had loved it, every minute of it, and she was amazed that she had responded so voraciously, almost like an animal. Maybe she really was more sexually inclined than she thought; the years of frustration and inhibition had finally bubbled over. She felt like a dam had broken inside her, and despite the pangs of guilt that remained, she knew that where sex was concerned she could let herself go and really get with it, get into the spirit and enjoy every sensual moment. And Smiley and Curt were certainly beautiful young men, with handsome faces and exquisite physiques-and as for their penises, they were something else again. But even so, she didn't plan to repeat the episode, despite what they had said. She'd been initiated, and she felt the next time would be with Glenn, after they were married. There was nothing she could do about what had happened; but she could certainly make sure it didn't happen again. Not with Smiley or Curt, or anyone. Not even Elton, no matter how attractive he might be.

"You finished, dear?"

Emily had pushed back her chair and was giving indications of wanting to leave. Janice nodded, and stood up. Together they walked out of the room and onto the wide porch overlooking the valley. Emily took a deep breath.

"Oh, this is heaven," she murmured. "No smog; nothing but good clean country air. I can't imagine why some people live in a city by choice."

"I know," replied Janice, her eyes focussing on the pool with a few bodies cavorting in the water. "This is really a lovely spot. I'm glad I came down."

"We are, too," said Emily, putting her arm around Janice's waist and leading her down the steps toward the parking area where her blue Cadillac was waiting.

"Come on, let's go raise a little hell," she said gaily, slipping behind the wheel.

Moments later, they took off in a cloud of dust, weaving along the roadway between the trees and out onto the highway leading to Bandera itself.

By the time they reached the dusty main street of Bandera, the sky had darkened to a soft velvet blue and the street lights were winking competition to the neon from the signs that dotted the rooftops. In the distance, Janice saw the sign, STOMPEDE.

"There it is," said Emily gaily.

Janice laughed softly. "I remember it from last visit," she said. "Remember, we came down for the Saturday night shindig. I think half the guys were fighting over something or another. I was scared to death but loved every minute."

"Sure, it's often like that. But then, you know how these cowhands are. They've got to let off steam on the weekends. I don't blame 'em. At least the sheriff keeps things under control."

She pulled up outside the club with a slight scream of tires, and several cowboys standing outside the door turned to each other and grinned knowingly. Emily and Janice climbed out and walked slowly inside. The cowboys touched their hats and greeted them respectfully.

As Emily pushed open the door, the wall of noise came forward to greet them. Janice laughed.

"It looks like it's going to be one of those nights," she said, surveying the crowd of men, sprinkled here and there with a few young women. Everyone was dressed Western style, but the tourists were easy to spot by their immaculate outfits contrasting with the well-worn jeans and shirts of the working men.

Emily made quite a picture as she walked forward, her own formal Western costume making a striking contrast to everyone else's. Janice was pleased she had dressed simply. She wanted to join in the fun, but not to be conspicuous, something that Emily thrived on.

On the far side of the dance area they saw Elton, his tall figure standing out above a group of men. He was helping put out glasses on a trestle table, while several men wheeled in large tubs of ice filled with bottled beer.

"There he is," said Emily, taking Janice's hand and pushing her way through the throng. "Hey, Elton."

He looked up and his handsome face broke into a grin.

"Whaddya know, you made it down early," he said. "Hi, Janice. Say, you're lookin' mighty purty this evening."

"Thank you kindly, sir," said Janice, giving him a mock curtsey, holding her dress in one hand and placing her finger at her chin. They all laughed, and Elton put his hand around Janice's waist and led her over to the side of the room to a table.

"Here, sit down," he said. "I'll join you in a second. I'm almost through over there."

Emily sat with her back to the wall, surveying the crowd and smiling to herself as she lit another cigarette and fitted it carefully into her long holder dotted with rhinestones. Janice grinned at her.

"You look like Perle Mesta holding court," she teased. "Very elegant indeed."

"But of course," said Emily. "People don't call me the queen of Bandera for nothing, dear."

On the far side of the dance area, a string band was tuning up; minutes later, the strains of "Red River Valley" filled the air, drowning out for a moment the noise and chatter; but then that increased in volume as people talked louder above the music, and the general level of noise became almost deafening.

Emily laughed. "You want aspirin now or later?"

Elton returned, carrying three bottles of beer and three glasses. He poured and sat back, raising his glass.

"Here's to us," he said, but his eyes were on Janice, who smiled back at him happily.

"Happy days," she said.

"Happy days," echoed Emily, and they all drank. The beer was ice cold and very refreshing, and Janice sighed and leaned back, stretching her legs out in front of her. She felt wonderfully relaxed and she was looking forward to a fun evening.

"We got Slim Eldridge's Band," said Elton. "He's real great. One of the best Western bands in the county."

Emily nodded. "He's pretty good. I've used him up at the Mayan a couple of times."

"You still do-si-do?" asked Elton, looking at Janice.

"Of course," she replied coyly. "Any Texas girl knows how to do that."

He grinned. "You'd be surprised what some Texas girls don't know," he said meaningfully. Emily raised her eyebrows.

"Now, now, Elton," she said in mock severity. "You lay off Janice. She's as pure as the driven slush and intends to stay that way. You've got plenty of chicks of your own, and this one belongs to a rooster in Dallas."

Elton grinned. "Yes, but he's in Dallas, and I'm here," he said, still staring at Janice.

"No matter."

"What do you have to say, Janice?"

She replied immediately, and with finality.

"I'm here for a good time, but even that has its limits."

"Oh, dear, you two," said Emily, "I wish you'd pay me as much attention, Elton."

He laughed loudly, and bent over and kissed her hand gently.

"Don't get jealous, Emily. I'll still have the first and last dance with you."

"You hope," she said with a sniff. "I happen to have a few ideas of my own about that tonight."

"Oh, who is he?"

"Never you mind, you handsome stud. Hey, go dance with Janice. Go on. Go on." She waved her hand imperiously. Janice laughed and stood up.

"Come on, Elton. I can take a hint."

Together they pushed through the crowd and onto the dance floor, already jammed with couples. Elton's strong arms came around her, and Janice felt herself being whirled across the floor to a fast waltz. Elton really danced very well, and she had no trouble following him. He held her fairly close, and she felt his muscles move against her as they danced. She also felt a response within her, reminding her of other muscles that had pressed against her earlier that day, naked, beneath the blazing Texas sun.

She shivered at the memory.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing. Just someone walked over my grave."

"Come on, now. Don't tell me I'm so bad I give you the shivers." Janice laughed, and her fingers squeezed him. "Nonsense. You dance very well."

He looked into her eyes teasingly.

"I do everything very well."

"I'll bet."

He squeezed her, pulling her closer to him; and she felt, for a passing flash, the hard pressure of his crotch against her. She shivered again, and he grinned.

"That's encouraging."

"Elton, stop it. You're not being nice, and you know it."

"You can't blame me. You're beautiful, Janice. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you ever since you arrived. Don't play hard to get."

"I'm not playing anything. I just don't want to get involved. And you know what I mean by that."

"Shoot..." He sighed and twirled her around three times before sliding back into an easier pace. "You city girls sure know how to drive a man up a wall."

"Go take a cold shower."

He giggled. "If you'll join me, that might be fun."

"Elton!"

She glared at him, and then her face relaxed and she laughed.

"It might be fun at that. I'll settle for a midnight swim after the dance. How's that?"

"Wheeee!"

Elton let loose with a Texas yell, and Janice blushed as everyone around them stared and laughed boisterously.

"I'll hold you to that," he said. "No matter how drunk I get. Or you, for that matter."

For a moment, Janice regretted her words, but then she shrugged. What did it matter? She would go home with Emily anyway; and she'd make sure she was safely in her cabin with the door locked. As she continued dancing, she heard a little voice within her taunt her with the thought of holding Elton close in the pool, the way they had during her previous visit, when his hands had strayed all over her and she had felt his penis pushing against his swimsuit as he held her close under the water.

Emily was leaning back in her chair, surveying the crowd, which had grown even more dense in the two hours since she arrived with Janice. Elton was at the bar, getting three more beers, and Janice had gone to the restroom.

The air was thick with cigar and cigarette smoke, and the noise, if anything, had increased to more than deafening proportions. There was a constant chorus of greetings from men and women as they passed the table, and Emily's face held an expression of perpetual "Pleased-to-see-you."

Across the room she saw the door of the ladies' room open and Janice's blond head emerge. By the time she had returned to the table, Elton was seated, opening the fresh beers and filling their glasses.

"You're aiming to get me drunk," said Emily with fake belligerence.

"Sure, I am. Then I'll take you out back and do all sorts of wickedness to you."

"Dreamer."

Janice looked across, wondering how much of the banter was harmless and how much held a deeper intent; Emily was still a very attractive woman. She knew there were many men who had come courting, but Emily was decided in her declaration that she would never remarry. Yet obviously she liked men, so how far did she go with them? Surely not with someone as young as Elton? But why not? Janice remembered reading an article about older women usually being attracted to younger men because of their virility.

For some reason that always seemed more than slightly obscene. Maybe it was because she had always felt sex was for the very young, and once a woman had raised a family her role did not include any further fornication. Janice thought of her own mother, and knew that if she and her father ever had sex, it would have to be a mighty rare occasion. Her mother's grim exterior was not the type to turn any man on; especially her father, whose eye for beauty was well-known in Dallas. Maybe there was some truth to those rumors about him and his bevy of beautiful secretaries...

Janice knew her mother was still physically attractive, but not in the same free-and-easy manner that Emily had. Emily gave the impression of being a lady, but one who might be coaxed into something not altogether ladylike; Janice knew her mother could never tell some of the stories that Emily related, nor could she sit back in a dancehall like the Stompede, surrounded by men of all ages, and make with the witty and risque comments. But then, maybe there were still many things about sex she had to learn. Her mind fled back to that morning; her first initiation to the basic rites of male and female copulation. If that was only the start, perhaps there was much more. Maybe there was sex after sixty that was just as enjoyable as at sixteen...

"Hey, I said y'wanna dance?"

Janice looked up and jerked back quickly. Curt stood over her, a broad grin on his face, and his hand extended.

"Go on, f gosh sakes, Janice."

Emily grinned at her, and Curt took her hand and pulled her up. In two seconds he had her in a close embrace, crushed among the hundreds on the dance floor. She felt his body warm against her own, and instinctively she tried to pull back, but his arm, wrapped around her back, Texas-style, held her tight.

"C'mon, Janice, you ain't trying to freeze up, are you?"

She only realized then that Curt was dangerously drunk. His breath rivalled a sewer and his face held a lecherous expression.

"Curt... I..."

"After this morning, you know I couldn't let you jist walk out, now could I? We said we'd want seconds."

She felt a cold chill run down her spine, but somehow she retained her composure, together with the smile on her face.

"Curt, you can talk all you like," she said evenly, suddenly aware that she was perfectly safe in the crowd. "I'm going home with Emily and I'm going straight to bed, behind a locked door." She laughed suddenly. "So you'd better forget it."

His face leered at her. "I got a key," he muttered. "We got keys to every cabin on the ranch. And if you try and holler, we'll say you invited us there yourself."

"Just try it."

"You goddamn right we will. You jist keep that little pussy nice and greased up. Smiley'n me's gonna be by later."

"Curt, I'm warning you-"

"Warn away, baby. It ain't gonna do you no good. A nice tight pussy like yourn's only askin' for more hard dick, and it's gonna git it tonight again."

Janice wrenched away from him, her face grim. She pushed through the crowd and went back to the table. Emily and Elton were laughing together, and looked up as she approached.

"Why, hon, what's the matter?"

Emily's voice held genuine concern. Janice bit her lip, and then smiled bravely.

"Nothing. Curt's a little drunk. That's all."

Elton pushed his chair back.

"Well, maybe he needs a lesson in how to treat a lady."

Emily grabbed his arm.

"You sit down, Elton. I'll not have our men involved in a brawl. I'm sure he didn't say anything too bad, did he, Janice?"

Her eyes bored into Janice, and Elton slowly subsided, staring at Janice, whose bottom lip was trembling slightly.

"No, nothing. Honest. Let's forget it. Please."

Elton pursed his lips, and reached for his beer again.

"Son-of-a-bitch," he muttered. "He and Smiley are forever causing trouble. So help me, one of these days..."

"Calm down, I said," snapped Emily. "You know how any man gets when he's a little drunk. And 'sides, dancing with Janice is liable to make any man say a few things maybe he shouldn't. And I can guess what they were. Pay him no mind, Janice. These cowhands are a little rough. They're used to these cheap Mexican whores in San Antonio. They wouldn't know a decent girl if they fell over one in bed."

Janice laughed, and the tension broke. Elton grinned.

"Well, I'd know Janice if I fell over her in bed, that's for sure."

Janice blushed, and looked hard into Elton's eyes. He really was very attractive, she thought. And he obviously wanted her. He had said so; and even if he hadn't, she could read his mind. She knew that if she gave him encouragement, he'd be knocking on her door later. Later... her heart felt a stab of fear as she remembered Curt's words. He had said they had a key. And so maybe they would try something, Her mind raced quickly.

"Elton, I'm getting tired..." Janice began, but Emily cut her short.

"Tired?"

"Yes."

"But, hon, it's barely eleven. You can't be tired. Hell, I'm only just starting. Come on, drink up your beer."

Elton had been staring at Janice all the while, and his face creased an understanding smile.

"If you're tired, Janice, maybe you'd like me to run you back to the ranch. I know Emily wouldn't mind being left here for a little while."

Janice nodded.

"Yes, I think that might be nice," she said, "Emily, don't be mad. I really am bushed. That ride today really took it out of me."

Emily shrugged, and just at that moment a middle-aged man in Western clothes came up and bent down, kissing her on the neck. By the time Emily had looked up, gushed over the man, and kissed him back, Janice had risen and was halfway out the Stompede, with Elton guiding her with his strong arm.

"Well, I never...." Emily looked after them, and then she grinned. "Well, I don't blame her, really. Come sit down, Judge, I need some company."

The car purred along the highway, and Janice sat close to the window, staring out into the night. Elton glanced at her every now and then, and smiled to himself.

"You're not very talkative," he murmured.

"I don't feel like talking. I'm scared."

"Scared? Of me?"

"Of course not. Of Curt. He said he and Smiley were going to come visiting tonight."

Elton laughed, his deep, rich voice filling the car.

"He says that to every girl he meets on the ranch," he replied. "Curt couldn't do much tonight, anyway. He's too drunk. He and Smiley'll probably end up sleeping it off somewhere alongside the highway. That's their usual routine. Unless they cause trouble and get thrown in jail overnight. That's happened before, too."

Janice bit her lip and wondered whether she should alert Elton of what happened; not everything, of course, but at least enough to let him know that she had reason to be afraid of Curt. She knew Elton was eager to make a pass, even possibly do more, but she knew he was enough of a gentleman not to force himself on her. At least, she hoped he wouldn't....

"Elton, I wonder if I can tell you something, but it's got to be between us."

"Sure. What?"

"Well, despite what you say, I think Curt might just be thinking of something tonight. You see, he and Smiley followed me this morning when I went riding."

Elton glanced quickly at her.

"They followed you...? But they were out on a job."

"Yes, but they saw me and followed me up close to the old silver mine. And..." She paused, unsure how to continue. "Well, they tried to get fresh, and I rode off, but I know if I'd stayed, they might have... well, you know."

"Goddamn!"

Elton wiped his forehead and his lips set in a thin line.

"You're telling me the truth? I mean, there isn't more?"

Janice hesitated.

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I know those two. They're liable to do just about anything to get a piece of tail. Did they try to grab you or anything?"

The car sped on up the road leading to the ranch. The silence in the car was deafening, and Janice bit her lip again and stared out the window, trying desperately to find the right words.

"Well, Smiley reached out for me, but I pulled my horse away and took off. I didn't like the look on their faces."

"Well, thank God for that. I'd hate to think of them doing anything to you. I mean, Janice... well, you're just too nice a girl to mess around with trash like them."

Janice flushed. "They're not trash, Elton. Maybe just a little impulsive, but they are nice guys. I don't want to get them in trouble or anything. I just don't want to be the cause of any trouble. You understand?"

The car turned the final bend and pulled up outside the ranch house. Elton switched off the engine and killed the lights, then turned to Janice, sliding his arm along the back of her seat.

"Believe me, I'd kill them if they tried anything with you," he said, moving closer, his eyes burning into hers in the subdued glow from the porch lights. "Hell, Janice, you're something real special."

Before she could stop him, his face bent down and she felt his warm lips close over her own. Instinctively she pushed him off.

"Elton... please. I'm sorry. It's not you. It's just not...."

"Janice!"

His tone was demanding, his manner authoritative; he pulled her back and kissed her violently. This time she did not push him away. She felt his tongue in her mouth and she responded, responding to his kiss and putting her arms around his broad shoulders, sinking her fingers into his back. Breathlessly they broke apart, and he sighed ecstatically.

"You don't know how I've wanted to do that ever since you arrived," he whispered. "Oh, Janice...."

She drew back, clicking open the door, and slipped out of the car.

"Hey... wait."

She laughed softly.

"Elton, thanks for bringing me back. Go back and have fun. I'm going to bed."

He opened the door on his side and bounded out, grabbing her arm before she had taken two steps towards the ranch house.

"Look, you can't walk back to your cabin alone," he said. "So be sensible. I'm sorry. Honest, I am. I mean-"

She came close to him, and looked up into his dark eyes.

"Elton, I know what you want," she breathed. "And believe me, I do, too. But I'm going to be married soon. I couldn't. Not now."

He stared at her in silence, and then shrugged.

"Okay, I believe you. At least, let's have a swim. Just for old times' sake."

She giggled.

"All right. Drive me back to the cabin and I'll get my swimsuit."

His arms were around her again, and he pulled her close.

"I didn't mean with swimsuits," he said.

"Now you know I wouldn't do that. What if anyone saw us? Especially Emily? Suppose she came barreling back and found us naked in the pool? Your ass would be up the creek and so would mine." Janice laughed. "No, it might be fun, but not tonight."

She turned away and began walking up the trail towards her cabin. Elton followed her, his arm slowly moving up and around her until they were walking arm in arm, the bright moon shining down on them as they made their way through the trees.

They reached her cabin, and Janice reached in her purse for her door key.

"Thanks, Elton," she said sincerely. "Take care, and have fun at the Stompede. I'm sure there'll be some lonesome cowgirl there who'll just love to..." She stopped and giggled. "Well, you know what I mean."

She stepped inside and turned. At that moment, Elton put out his foot, and the door stopped a few inches from closing. "Elton, be sensible."

With a muffled curse, he pushed the door wide open and entered the room, seizing her roughly and pulling her into his arms. Janice felt his hot mouth on her own, and she beat on him with her fists, trying to push away. Finally he broke off, but still held her at arm's length.

"I'm sorry, Janice," he muttered. "But you're just too beautiful. You want me as much as I want you. Goddamnit, why not?"

He kicked the door shut behind him and came forward into the room, while she retreated toward the opposite wall, her eyes wide as saucers and her heart pounding, not with fear but with a childlike sense of anticipation.

"Elton "

"Shut up!"

He grabbed her, and with one movement lifted her slender form in the air, walking over to the bed, and fell into the softness with her. She struggled against him, but his weight was on top of her; his arms held her, and his mouth was searching for hers, sliding across her cheeks and her neck, his tongue trailing over her skin, sending shivers of delight through her loins. She could feel the wicked start of her response, the slow beginning of her vaginal juices. Her in-sides quivered; in a flash, the memory of that morning came back, and evilly she wondered: Does he have as big a dick as Curt or Smiley?

"Elton, let me go!"

Her voice rose in almost a scream, and he sat up, staring at her. His hand reached out for her blouse, and she turned away.

Then, with a sob, she raised her hands to her face and her body shook.

"Oh, Christ, quit that."

Elton put his arm around her shoulders and moved over to sit beside her.

"Please, Janice, you want it as much as I do. Come on, quit this shit."

He pulled her around and faced her, but she continued sobbing.

"I hate to do this," he muttered, and his hand descended on her cheek with a stinging blow. Janice flinched and scrambled across the bed. His hand followed her, tugging at her skirt. There was a ripping sound and she screamed as her clothes tore; she was standing beside the bed, only her thin nylon panties covering her crotch. In a flash Elton jumped and seized her around the waist, pulling her down on the bed. With one hand he held her; with the other he pulled off her panties, revealing the bush between her thighs. As her eyes widened even more, she stared down at his head, which had dropped like a bullet to its target: right on her mound, his mouth sucking her, his tongue pushing into her flesh, finding her clitoris and licking it wildly, sending flashes of fire through her loins. She groaned, and her hands beat feebly on his back, her strength diminishing with every caress of his tongue in her cunt. Her mind was filled with the memory of Smiley and Curt and their massive organs violating her virginity; now it was barely twelve hours later and the same thing was happening. Only now at least it was with a man who attracted her, who made her feel good despite the fact that she did not want sex. She did not want sex.

Her mouth opened and a loud moan emerged, and then her body began trembling and she lay back, her eyes closed, conscious only of Elton's firm hands caressing her body, fumbling with her bra, trying to undo it and reach her breasts. With an angry movement, he tore the strap and her blouse and bra tore away. She was naked before him, and his hands were all over, thumbing her nipples while his fingers gripped her large orbs, adding to the ecstasy that was fighting with the fear inside her.

"Elton, please... no, please... I don't... want... to...." Her voice trailed away and she shuddered as another wave of sensuous pleasure washed over her. She looked down suddenly and became aware of the bulge that was threatening to burst through his pants in front. In her mind she saw a large penis, its head wide, flat and throbbing, and the thickness... the length....

"ELTON...NO!"

She made one final effort, but he pushed her back.

"Shut up," he rasped. "Why don't you lay still and enjoy it? Don't tell me you don't like sex. And let me tell you, I'm the best fuck in Bandera."