Chapter 5

Her body was shaking uncontrollably as she lay on the bed, staring disbelievingly as he quickly ripped his clothes off and stood, solid muscle from head to foot, his skin looking satin-smooth in the soft light, and his penis jutting out from between his legs, long, thick and oozing lube at the end of its circumcised head which look bigger, flatter and redder than the ones she had seen that morning. Slowly he descended on her, his fingers gripping her shoulders and his chest pressing on her breasts and his penis sliding between her legs. She moaned, and then his mouth covered hers and she felt his tongue push in demandingly. Automatically she responded, her own tongue licking his and her hands creeping round his back, caressing the firm smooth flesh with the rock-hard muscles beneath, almost as firm as the rod that was beginning to move up and down between the softness of her thighs.

"Oh, Janice..." he breathed, his mouth sliding over her cheeks to her neck, where he began licking her, biting her skin gently. He rolled over sideways and his hand closed over her breast, squeezing it firmly while the thumb rubbed across the nipple, hard as a marble.

Janice looked down and saw his penis, the red head up against her mound, beginning to move slowly into her warm, moist cavern.

"He's big," he whispered, noting that she was observing it.

She nodded. "Elton, please be gentle..."

He laughed, and took her hand and pulled it down to his penis.

"You feel him," he said, and her fingers closed around the shaft, marvelling at its firmness and thickness, and then she began squeezing it and rubbing it up and down.

He moaned. "Yes, yes, up under the end," he murmured. "And play with my balls. Oh, play with them. Kiss them."

He pushed her head down. Her hair cascaded over his stomach as she found herself staring closely at his erection. She noted it was smooth, white, and with none of the thick blue veins that she remembered from the cocks she had experienced earlier that day.

"Kiss it, kiss it," he whispered urgently.

Her mouth opened and she took the end of his cock, her tongue licking across the end, tasting the lube that glistened there. The musky taste of his flesh excited her, making her heart beat even faster. Something within her said: this is it, this is what you've always wanted. And at the same time, another voice which sounded just like her mother's shrieked out in horror: Janice is no better than those Kilkenny whores. She's fucking, and she's loving it. Oh, God, no, no...

"Elton, I can't."

"Suck it, goddamnit, suck it good."

His hand came round her neck and forced her down so that the shaft pushed right into her mouth and she felt the end of it jam into her throat. She gagged, pulled up, adjusted and began sucking it, closing her lips as firmly as she could around it, and moving up and down, her tongue flicking across the end as she came up, then sliding down again, taking it all. Elton moaned, and his hand relaxed.

"Oh, yes, Janice, that's it, that's it, baby."

He gazed down at her, enjoying the sight of her curled up beside him, her lovely breasts hanging down in front of her as she lowered her head onto his crotch, paying homage to his sex. He moved his hips slightly, forcing himself deeper into her.

"Play with my balls," he muttered. "Play with 'em, damnit."

Her fingers enclosed his sac and she rolled the balls around, their size sending an extra thrill through her.

"Lick 'em, lick 'em," he muttered again, "Oh, Jesus, that feels good."

He relaxed completely, and Janice felt herself sliding into a world of utter sensuality. Her hands strayed around Elton's crotch, feeling the hairiness of his balls and the size of his penis, and the comparative smoothness of his muscular thighs below and the firm, flat stomach above. His penis was very white, but his skin above and below his crotch was tanned a deep brown from exposure to the hot Texas sun. She kept one hand on his sex, and the other she let creep over his flesh, feeling every inch of it, and loving the wonderful strength that seemed to emanate from him. Her mouth sucked hard, up and down his shaft, and she felt it jerk and throb with each movement. The head seemed to broaden, thicken, and get even bigger as it slid in and out of her lips, rubbing against her tongue.

With a sudden movement, Elton twisted around and buried his face between her legs. She gasped and cried out as his tongue pushed between her labia and found her clitoris, flicking across it and sending electric chills through her loins.

She groaned and twisted her hips. His hands came forward, pulling her legs apart, and then his fingers opened her up, exposing to his eager eyes the richness of her oozing folds within. He stared hard while his fingers caressed her, then his mouth came down again and he began sucking her, tonguing her body with frantic passion.

Janice raised up and saw him, and a sudden chill went through her. She somehow felt his attitude, the way he was leaning over her, a look of undisguised lust on his face, was completely obscene. It was sex, pure and lusty sex, and suddenly she found herself wanting to escape. She wriggled back, away from him, and let out a little cry.

He looked up and saw her face; realizing her intentions, he reached out and grabbed her, his fingers closing around her leg with vicious force.

"Oh, no, you don't," he snapped, his voice harsh. "You're staying right here, you little cock-tease. Come on, you're going to fuck."

She shrieked, and he slapped a hand over her mouth and pinned her back on the bed, straddling her body and lowering his penis on top of her mound.

"Look at it, baby, watch as it goes in," he said, and her terrified eyes went down to where his penis was sliding into her. She felt the head penetrate her labia and push past her clitoris and then deep into her vagina. She gasped and felt her insides contract and grip his shaft as it slid in all the way, right up to the mouth of her womb.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," he whispered. "Goddamn, but you're tight. Work it, Janice, work it."

Supporting himself on his arms and knees, he thrust in and out, looking down over her stomach at the sight. Janice's eyes were glued on the massive piece of meat impaling her, giving her delights even greater than she had experienced that day with Curt and Smiley.

She could hardly believe that his penis was inside her, it looked so big. She felt her flesh being pushed aside, tight as a clenched fist, and with every movement added thrills coursed through her. She lifted her arms helplessly and then found herself embracing his shoulders, pulling him down. With a grin, he subsided on top of her, his hips still driving, his mouth closing over hers.

She clawed his back, feeling the muscles quivering as he moved. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and her breasts rubbed against his chest. The sweat was pouring off their bodies, and she felt it trickling down past her stomach, between her legs, joining the juices that were forced out of her cunt with every thrust of his cock.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she whispered, hardly recognizing her own voice. "Shove that big dick all the way in. Fuck my cunt. Elton."

He grunted and his movements increased in speed until the bed was rocking beneath their pounding. He slid his mouth off hers and down to her breasts, sucking them frantically. Janice twisted her head, and in the mirror on the opposite wall she saw their bodies, almost in silhouette, highlighted by the lamps. Elton's muscular frame looked like some primitive male animal on top of her.

With a cry, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, allowing him even deeper penetration. She stared at their reflection, getting added thrills from watching herself being fucked by this handsome, virile young man with the handsome face and big muscles.

She was amazed at her own reflection, with her breasts heaving and her ass up in the air, held there by her legs around his body. She saw the slick, shining penis driving in and out of her, looking big and angry. Her cunt-lips slid along its length, gripping it every time it withdrew. Her fears had left her and she had surrendered completely and without reservations to the moment; and she admitted that it was wonderful. She was loving every minute of it, and felt her insides mounting with tension as her orgasm slowly approached. She felt his rock-hard prick moving against her clitoris, exciting her more and more; her vagina was contracting around his shaft and she felt the thrusting way up deep inside her.

She began groaning. "I'm... I'm coming," she whispered, and then her voice rose in a scream as the final ecstasy took over, blasting her mind. Her nails dug into his skin, and she felt him make little animal noises in his throat as he rammed his penis all the way in and held it there. It seemed to flex and thicken, and then she felt his juices pour out, shooting into her and mingling with her own as they both climaxed together."

"Oh, wow, Janice... I'm there... I'm there..." His voice rose loudly, blending with her own frantic squeals of delight, and they thrashed together, consummating the moment with the utmost pleasure possible. Janice relaxed and lowered her legs to the bed, and he lay on top of her, his penis gradually subsiding within her.

He rolled them both over on their sides.

"Look," he whispered, and he slowly withdrew, his penis plopping out and lying across his leg, still touching her mound. Janice stared at it, all red, swollen and glistening.

She reached down and touched it, amazed at how soft it was, but still thick. She closed her fingers around it and softly manipulated it. He groaned.

"Oh, easy, baby, he's tender after shooting," Elton said, jerking spasmodically with every touch of her fingers. He took her hand away and lay still.

Janice lay back, her breasts heaving as she breathed deeply. Elton looked at them and touched each nipple gently with his lips.

"You're beautiful," he murmured. "That was the best fuck I've ever had. Was it good for you, too?"

"Yes, yes." She nodded, not wishing to talk, but merely to lie there, savoring the afterglow which filled her body and mind with sweet contentment.

"Oh, Janice, I love you, I love you," he said, and he covered her mouth with his own, kissing her passionately for a second before releasing her, and laying back, staring at her body.

"Your tits are something else," he said. "And your pussy." His fingers pushed into her and probed gently. "Tightest little cunt in Texas." He laughed softly, and she smiled.

"Anything'd be tight to that prick of yours," she said. "Is it really the biggest in the state?"

He laughed, and held it in his hand, waving it limply before them.

"He's pretty big," he admitted. "But then no one's ever complained. One chick said she wouldn't go down on it because she couldn't get her mouth around it, but then she did have kinda small lips, as I remember."

"You've gone to bed with lots of girls?" asked Janice.

He nodded. "I've had my share."

"I thought so."

"Why? That's a helluva question at a time like this."

"I don't know. I just wondered."

"You sound like..." He paused. "Like you haven't had much experience yourself."

She shook her head.

"No, I haven't. But I'm funny that way. I don't go to bed with everyone who makes a pass."

"I should hope not."

"I really didn't want to go to bed with you, Elton," she said, propping herself up on one elbow and staring down at him. "But now that we have, I'm not sorry."

"Neither am I. Oh, Janice, Janice..."

He took her in his arms again, and kissed her. His hand strayed down her body, touching her, squeezing her breasts and ending up in her crotch, his fingers pushing into the warm wetness there.

She moaned. "Elton, stop. Please. Wait just a while."

"I can't. I want you again. Now."

She opened her eyes and saw his penis was beginning to rise again, the end widening as it slowly stood up.

"No, no."

"Shut up and fuck," he said not unkindly. "It'll be twice as good this time. The second time's always the best."

He rolled her on her back and mounted her, pushing his prick between her labia. It was not yet firm enough to penetrate, but she felt the head resting there, flexing and growing harder every second. He moved his hips and slowly it slipped back into her. He rammed it all the way in and lay on top of her, moving himself gently to give himself the sensation from her vagina wrapped around his rod. She felt it stiffening inside her, and she moved her hips.

"Oh, Elton, Elton..." Her mouth breathed his name and her body quivered beneath the onrush of rising passion once more. He closed his mouth around her breasts and began sucking violently. His teeth closed over her nipple and she flinched.

"No, no," she cried out, but he bit harder and she screamed.

"Elton, stop it, you're hurting me," she shouted, and his hands held her shoulders. His mouth came up, and he stared at her.

"It'll feel better that way," he said grimly, and she felt again his teeth around her nipple and she struggled desperately. He suddenly seemed a vicious, hurting animal instead of the tender, loving man she had just enjoyed. She pushed against his shoulders with her hands, but without effect. His weight and his strength were too much for her, and she suddenly felt very afraid.

"Elton, let me go!"

He laughed softly, and she felt his hands holding her.

"You're going to get a good Texas fuck this time, baby," he said. "You're gonna get it all. I'm gonna fuck you dry this time."

"ELTON! LET ME UP!"

He laughed and drove his rod deep into her, not with the sensuous movement he used before, but with a piledriving force that wrenched a gasp from her lips as she felt the end touch bottom and it seemed her very stomach had been kicked.

"Oh, God, Elton, that hurts."

"Good. You'll love it."

He continued, his hands holding her tightly and his mouth biting her, her breasts, her shoulders, her lips, her ears. And all the while, his rampant penis was driving in and out of her vagina, a steady, pulsating rhythm that jarred her every time he hit bottom, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks before he withdrew to repeat a moment later; on and on, with no slacking, with no mercy. The stimulation she had felt before slowly ebbed until she felt the walls of her cavern beginning to smart, and her contractions around his shaft sent stabs of fire, not the passion-filled ecstasy of the first time, but genuine, body-destroying pain that brought a scream from her lips. She shook herself free, and her hand came wrenching across his shoulder, her nails drawing blood and a muffled curse from his lips.

"Goddamn, you little bitch, lay off!"

She felt a glow of satisfaction within her. The pounding of his prick paused, and then with renewed effort he thrust into her viciously, and she gasped and clawed at him again. His hand grabbed her arm and held her down, his arms straight as he pushed down on her, his hips still ramming into her with brutal force.

Oh, please God, make him stop. What's happened to him? Where's the tender, loving, wonderful Elton of fifteen minutes ago? This maniac is tearing me apart. I can feel my vagina tearing. I'm bleeding. God, help me make him stop. Janice's eyes opened wide as she suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Renewing her struggle, she pushed her head back and stared right into his face.

"Elton, stop. What if I get pregnant?"

He continued for a few seconds, and then he paused and glared at her.

"Whaddya mean, pregnant? You're on the pill, aren't you?"

"No, no, I'm not," gasped Janice truthfully. "I don't take the pill. I told you I don't mess around."

"Jesus Christ, that's all I need."

He relaxed and slid back, his penis pulling out of her. With a sigh of relief, she bit her lip and stared at him.

He knelt before her, his penis still rock-hard and shiny, and slowly he grinned.

"Well, I said you'd get a good Texas fuck. And you're still gonna git it. And this way I know for sure you won't get pregnant. Roll over."

His hand lifted her waist and began turning her body. She realized what he meant, and began fighting him.

"You pervert! You filthy no-good bastard! You won't do that to me."

He laughed loudly, and his hands continued pushing her over despite her efforts to resist him. His eyes dropped with pleasure on her bare buttocks as they came into view, their round white surfaces shining dully in the light, the enticing crack between them looking even more appealing to him than her crotch. He thought: Hell, what's wrong with a little cornholing, especially if it's on a beautiful chick like this?

Janice struggled in vain and found herself pinned helplessly on the bed on her stomach while he threw his legs over hers and pushed his penis slowly forward between her cheeks. She screamed again as she felt the head slide between her flesh; it was already well-lubricated with the juices from her vagina, and the end slid right up to her anus and pressed against it, eager for entry. She felt the pressure and she began sobbing.

"Elton, please, anything, not that. You'll kill me!"

He laughed roughly.

"Hell, I've fucked lots of chicks in the ass. No sweat. Just relax now. C'mon, relax, dammit. Once I get it in, it'll feel great."

In her mind, Janice remembered one of the Kilkenny girls bragging about taking a guy's prick up her rear end once, and how great it had been. "Honest, I thought he'd rip me open, but he didn't." Janice could still hear her voice, high-pitched and whiny like a Southern belle. "It felt just as good as the other way, 'specially when he stuck his fingers up there at the same time and oh, wow, I thought I'd explode."

She felt the end push and a sharp pain stabbed through her.

"Elton, stop it!"

He grunted and pushed again. Then with a stifled exclamation he pulled it away from between her cheeks, spat on his hand and wet his penis with the saliva, and pushed it back again. This time the end slid in a fraction, and Janice tightened involuntarily.

"Relax, damnit!"

Oh, God, help me, she prayed. Help me. He's going to stick that big thing all the way in. It was tight enough in front; it'll never fit up there. She felt one hand pull her buttocks aside as he thrust forward. She felt it slid in and she screamed again.

"Okay, it's almost in," he said, and slowly pushed again. She felt the entire massive length of his penis enter her fully, and her sphincter felt as though it had been torn open and was bleeding. She could have sworn there was warm blood gushing from her intestines. He began moving in and out, thrusting into her gently, and withdrawing, but gradually his movements became faster and faster and she felt herself almost crushed beneath his weight each time he came down upon her.

"Nice 'n tight," he muttered. "Oh, wow, this is it. I'm coming... Janice, I'm coming!"

She felt his body trembling with extra passion, and his rod rammed all the way into her and he held it there. She felt it flex and thicken, and then the warm spurting of his seed combined with his slobbering kisses on her shoulders to let her know that it was almost over- that the torture was coming to an end, and he would soon leave her alone and she could sleep and forget the misery that wracked her body and plagued her mind.

Slowly his penis softened and began slipping out. Finally, with a nerve-wrenching pop, he slid out and lay over on the far side of the bed, panting and murmuring over and over, "Oh, Janice, Janice..."

She stared at him, and with a moan, she sat up and put her feet over the edge of the bed. Her rear end felt like a charcoal fire was going full blast.

"Oh, Elton, I'm hurting," she moaned.

He laughed softly. "Good. Make you appreciate a good fuck," he said, not even looking at her.

"How can you lie there and say that?" she demanded, anger giving vehemence to her words. "You're a beast."

He laughed again, and she slid off the bed and walked painfully to the bathroom, where she turned on the water and sat on the commode while the tub filled up.

"Janice."

"What?"

"How's your ass?"

"Don't talk to me, Elton. I've half a mind to tell Emily what's happened."

She heard the bed creak. A moment later, he stood at the door of the bathroom, staring down at her, seated on the commode. His penis was directly opposite her face.

"You try that, baby, and you're really gonna be in for it," he said threateningly. "Emily don't like me messing around with other chicks."

Janice's eyes opened wide. She had even forgotten her initial embarrassment at his position close to her, his nakedness boldly displayed inches from her.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean this, sweetheart," he said, grabbing his cock and balls and lifting them almost into her face. "Emily likes a little of this once in a while herself. I reckon she'd be mighty pissed if you came running to her. Like I was real lucky to get away with you tonight. I halfway expected her to want to come along. She knows I've been hot for you ever since you came down."

Janice turned away, biting her lip.

"You know, Elton, I really thought you were nice. At first, I mean. The first time, well... that was..." Janice paused, and then lifted her head defiantly as she gained a little courage. "The first time we fucked, I enjoyed it. But then what happened? You're not like you were. You're like someone else. You're not drunk or anything. What is it?"

Elton grinned, and scratched his penis absentmindedly.

"I'll tell you, baby," he said, walking in and sitting on the edge of the bath. "I really like you, I really do. But when I get steamed up, like I was after that first fuck, I really go wild. I want more, and I don't like anyone to say no, that's enough. I want 'em to say, more, more, fuck me till I'm ready to go blind. That's why. I still like you, Janice, and I reckon I'd still like to fuck you some more. Any way. Front or back. You're pretty tight both ways. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you'd had mighty little fucking before tonight."

Janice looked up at him sharply, and he grinned.

"Hey, I was right. Say, what did happen out on the range today with Curt and Smiley? Did those two get to you?" Janice lowered her face and was perilously close to tears. Elton slapped his bare knee and whistled. "They fucked you today, didn't they?"

Her face told him the truth. He laughed loudly, and Janice broke into tears. Sitting on the commode, she rocked back and forth, and words tumbled out, one after the other, incoherently, as all her terror and heartbreak burst forth.

"Yes, they did, and it was the first time. The first time ever, with anyone. And I was wanting to be married a virgin. And now, in one day, I've been screwed front and rear till I'm sore, and I'm sitting here, feeling like my insides are about to fall out, and you laugh. It's nothing for you. You screw a girl and it's just that much pleasure. But for a girl, it's different. Especially one like me, who's never had it before."

Elton continued laughing. "But you dug it, didn't you? You liked every fucking minute of it."

Janice's eyes flashed through her tears. "Yes, I did. I won't deny I've wondered how it would be for years. Glenn-he's my fiance in Dallas-he's wanted to have sex, but I've always held off. I always thought it would be better to wait. So I waited. And what happens? Those two studs followed me today and tore my clothes off and made me-"

Elton chimed in. "Made you suck their dicks, eh? Sure, I know those two. We've had some times together with girls. Curt loves to get blown. Did you blow him, huh? And then they fucked you? Ooh, wowee, I wish I'd bin there."

Janice stared at him uncomprehendingly.

"What do you mean? You wish you were there? Would you have stopped them? Would you have helped me?"

"Hell, no. I'd have joined in. Come to think of it, a threesome might'n't be so bad right now."

Janice rose to her feet unsteadily.

"Elton, please. Don't you know when a girl's had enough?"

He shook his head. "I only know when I've had enough, and that's happened only once, after I'd come six times."

"Get out of here."

Janice pushed beside him and turned off the faucets, feeling the water with her hand. She stepped into the tub and stretched out, feeling the water find every crevice of her aching body, soothing it with warmth. She looked up at Elton, wondering how she could ever have found him appealing. He was handsome and muscular, and he had an enormous penis, but right then she hoped she could never see him again. She was also amazed that she felt no self-consciousness about lying naked before him in the tub, while he sat on the edge, staring hard at her.

"Listen, prick-teaser, I'm getting out of here, and I'm gonna go find Smiley and Curt, and we'll be back," he said, rising and fingering his penis again. "So you lay there and get all sweet smelling, 'cos you're going to have company all night."

Janice stared up at him and sneered.

"You wouldn't dare."

"You wait and see."

He walked out of the bathroom, and she heard him moving around as he picked up his clothes and pulled them on. Her heart was beating wildly again, and fear plucked at her every nerve.

She looked up as he came back in, bending down to comb his hair in front of the mirror.

"Okay, see you in a little while," he said, grinning down. He bent over, and his fingers slid between her legs, touching her mound. She squirmed, and he laughed coarsely.

"You're a pretty good fuck," he said. "With a little more practice, you'll be terrific."

He stood up and was gone, the door slamming behind him. Janice stared down at her body. It looked the same, but inside she was hurting. Her vagina felt fine; in fact, the first time with Elton had been even more enjoyable than she had thought it would be. He certainly knew what he was doing; his penis was large and he worked it just right to make her responses fantastic.

But the second time: his vicious impaling of her anus had left her insides sore and swollen, and she shifted in the tub, moving her hand down between her buttocks, splashing the water up into her crack, trying to soothe the pain. Oh, God, I'm suffering, she thought. Yes, suffering because she had done wrong. Her mother's voice came back again; her conscience was rising to the surface and plaguing her with remorse and guilt over her actions. She tried to reason: It wasn't my fault. I was raped. Everything had happened to her, not with her wanting it. So she enjoyed certain aspects of it; now she knew what fucking was like, and it could be wonderful. But it could also be painful and traumatic, and she knew she would suffer now because of her sins.

And that news he had let slip about Emily! She was shocked to think that Emily, over sixty, would go to bed with someone as young as he. Well, well, this visit is certainly an education! But then there's still the threat of his coming back with Smiley and Curt. Was that just talk, perhaps drunken talk? Elton had been drinking a lot, just like they all had, only more so. Would he come back, or was that just more of his sadistic talk to scare her?

She couldn't take the chance. With a sudden movement, she rose and stepped out of the tub, reaching for a towel and drying herself quickly. She walked into the room, took her suitcase down from the shelf above the closet, and began packing hastily. She drew on some clean underwear, a skirt and a blouse, and slipped on some sandals. The rest of her things she threw into the suitcase. She got her toilet articles from the bathroom and added those, then snapped the case shut. Was that everything? She checked the closet and the bathroom, and, satisfied, she picked up her suitcase and walked out the door, leaving it open, the shaft of light cutting a swath through the darkness by her car.

She put the suitcase in the back, climbed in and, having locked both doors securely, she started the motor, turned on the lights and slowly drove away from the cabin, back down the trail toward the ranchhouse. She felt better already; even her rear end had stopped throbbing so much. Janice smiled to herself. She'd show that stud! When and if he returned with the other two, she would be long gone, driving back up the road toward Dallas, back home to safety.

The miles zoomed by under the MG, and only after a while did Janice realize that she hadn't said goodbye to Emily. No matter, she would call when she got home. And if Emily got too nosy, she could just say that she had decided to return sooner because she missed Glenn, and that would be that. Something told her that Emily wouldn't buy that story, especially as she had left the Stompede with Elton, and if Elton had been sleeping with Emily there was no doubt that there would be some suspicion of what might have happened between Elton and her. Oh, what the hell! Janice smiled to herself; why was it that when sex reared its head it was crisis time in her life?

She began wondering whether she might have been any different if her mother hadn't put the fear of God into her over sex; if she had perhaps been screwed when she was thirteen, like most of the other girls she knew, especially the Kilkenny girls. But then, if that had happened, she might have gotten pregnant, and there might have been all sorts of complications. No, her mother had done right; it was best that she remain a virgin till she got married.

Only now... yes, now she was no longer the pure and innocent girl who had driven down to Bandera. She had been raped, she had been fucked, and she had sucked a man's penis. It had all happened so fast and the events had crowded into her life so quickly that she really had scarcely had the chance to analyze how she really felt about it. She knew that despite the horror and the fear, she did enjoy the experience; at least she had enjoyed the one with Smiley and Curt and the first one with Elton. But that last time with Elton had been painful and traumatic. She shifted in the seat, and stabs of pain reminded her of the enormous phallus which had plunged deep into her intestines, giving Elton all the pleasure and her all the discomfort. She didn't deny that perhaps with repeated fucking she could learn to enjoy it that way, but not with someone as violent and large as Elton was.

She could scarcely believe that someone as refined and nice as Elton could turn into such a savage beast, intent only on his own gratification, eager only for his own sensual satisfaction. He was like a totally different person, and ever since he had left she had wondered whether it was because he was drunk, or what? Her stinging anus was mute testimony to his actions, and she hoped that she would be over the memory very soon. Right now, despite the tingle in her loins when she thought of his penis and his magnificent body, her rear end kept telling her that it hadn't been anything but a horror; that she should try to forget; blot it out completely; chalk it up to experience. Oh, what the hell... it was over, and she was on her way back home, back to Glenn, back to her family, back to her usual normal routine which, she admitted, was far preferable. She may have rebelled against her mother's constant admonitions, but Mother was right. Fucking around has its drawbacks, especially for a girl without any experience at all.

Janice reached into her purse for her cigarettes, carefully extracted one from the crumpled package, and pressed the cigarette lighter on the dashboard. A moment later she inhaled deeply, stretched herself, and relaxed. Another two hundred miles or so... she would probably get home around dawn. Oh, well, she could sleep all day.

The car purred on, eating up the miles. There was very little traffic, and the constant drone of the engine and the swish of the wind began having a soporific effect; twice Janice caught herself nodding and jerked her head up, biting her lip to bring her back to full consciousness. God, she couldn't fall asleep at the wheel; she daren't, not in this small car.

Up ahead she saw a neon light blinking; it was a wayside truck stop, with the green light spelling out CAFE. She decided to stop for some coffee.

Her foot went down on the brake, and she brought the car to a slow stop beside the weather-beaten building. She looked up, seeing a light in an upstairs window, and thought: That's where the truckers sleep on their long journeys across the country. For a moment her mind wondered who might be up there now, curled up alone under the blankets; was he young, handsome, eager to make love to a stranger? Stop it, Janice, stop it!

She slipped out of the car and made her way into the cafe, pushing open the screen door with a bang. The sleazy-looking waiter behind the counter looked up and bared his black teeth at her in semblance of a smile.

"Howdy."

"Hello." Janice walked over to the counter and sat down on a stool. "I'd like some coffee please. Black."

"One nigger cup comin' up," said the young man, his voice drawling with an unmistakable Lone Star State accent.

Janice reached for her cigarette and lit one. The waiter placed a mug of steaming coffee in front of her and leaned back against the counter, staring at her.

"You're mighty purty, you know," he said.

She smiled.

"Thanks. That's what they all tell me."

"You from around here?"

"No. Dallas."

"Oh, one of the city girls." The young man leered at her. "You travelin' alone?"

Janice's mind reacted immediately.

"No, I've got my mother with me. She's in the car, asleep."

"Oh."

"Your mother also purty?"

"My mother's fifty-five and very homely," said Janice with some spirit.

"Gee. How 'bout that?" He sucked his teeth noisily and spat on the floor. "I'd have figured your ma would've bin real purty like you."

Janice sipped her coffee and decided not to continue the conversation if she could help it. The young man was obviously trying to make headway with her; not a chance, she thought with a smile, with that face and those teeth, he'll be lucky if he gets a whore to sleep with him.

The young man shifted to the other foot and adjusted his crotch in the process. Janice glared at him. The gesture was obviously meant to direct her attention to the bulge in the front of his blue jeans; quite a large bulge, she had to admit. He grinned insolently at her.

"Pity your ma's with you," he said. "I guess you'll be movin' on real fast."

Janice nodded.

"I have to get back to Dallas right away," she said.

"Hm. Not often we get someone as purty as you stopping here," he said. "Makes a feller really appreciate it. I like purty girls."

"I'm sure you have plenty around here," said Janice. "You've probably got a wife and kids tucked away at home, too."

He laughed obscenely, showing his black teeth. "I ain't married," he said. "I have too much fun playin' the field. Though there ain't anyone .round here looks as good as you. I sure wish you wuz stayin' longer."

Janice snickered. "Now what, may I ask, would my staying longer have to do with it? How do you know I'm not married?"

"Oh, I can tell." His reply was tinged with rural wisdom. "I git to know who's hitched and who ain't. And you ain't, I'm willin' to bet my last dollar. I'm also willin' to bet you'd like goin' out with me to a spot 'bout ten miles from here. It's an after-hours place. We could dance, and have a drink and all...."

Janice burst out laughing.

"Thanks, but no thanks," she said, draining her coffee cup. "I've got to get going. How much for the coffee?"

"Shucks, forget it. I've enjoyed jist talkin' with you."

"Well, thank you."

"You're welcome. Come back and see us now, y'hear?"

"Next time through, perhaps."

Janice picked up her purse and walked to the door. As she stepped into the night air, she giggled; the effrontery of the waiter really appalled her. If he'd been handsome, she could well understand it. But the thought of kissing that mouth, with its sewer of decayed teeth inside, almost made her heave.

She walked toward the car, and up the road she saw the glare of approaching headlights, coming down the highway very fast. She stood by her car for a moment, watching the approaching vehicle, and as it flashed by she saw a face at the window, staring at her. Her heart almost stopped; it was Curt. Almost at the instant of recognition, she heard the ear-splitting scream of tires as the car's brakes were applied.

Oh, God, they've followed me. It must be Curt and Smiley. In a second, she pictured Elton going to get them, returning to her cabin to find her gone, and then piling into a car and giving pursuit. If only she hadn't stopped for coffee....

Her first instinct was to climb in the car and make a run for it; then she realized her little MG could never outrun a larger car, which was probably souped up judging by the sound of its engine.

She turned and ran back into the diner. The waiter looked up and grinned happily.

"Well, you're back real soon," he said, and then his smile dropped as he saw her panic-stricken face.

"Call the highway patrol," she cried out. "Quickly."

He didn't move.

"Call the cops? What for?" he drawled.

"There's a car coming back here in a minute," she gasped. "There're some men in it who are after me. Oh, please, where's the phone?"

The waiter moved over to the end of the counter and reached underneath, bringing out the instrument.

"Here. You call 'em. The number's there on the dial."

Breathlessly she sat, picked up the receiver, and dialed the number. As it began ringing, she heard the noises of Curt's car outside and the muffled shouts of him and Smiley as they got out and approached the diner.

"Highway Patrol," came the metallic voice in her ear.

"This is...." She turned to the waiter. "What's the name of this place?"

"Jed's Diner and Truck Stop," was the reply.

"I'm at Jed's Diner and Truck Stop," she said, her voice shaking badly. "And there're some men going to attack me. Please come, quickly."

There was a long-drawn-out sigh in her ear.

"Yes, ma'am. Who are these men?"

"They're... they're people I met at the Mayan Ranch. They're-

Before she could utter another word, she felt the phone being jerked out of her hand, and Elton's voice boomed out.

"It's all right, officer. My wife's a little drunk, that's all. Sorry to have troubled you."

He replaced the receiver and held on to Janice firmly.

"Well, well, so you were callin' the police?" he said, his voice cutting through her consciousness like a red-hot knife. "That ain't what I call being neighborly." He turned to the waiter, who was observing the action with more than casual interest. "Has she given you any trouble?"

The waiter shook his head.

"No. She jist had some coffee."

Elton laughed and turned to Smiley and Curt, who were standing just inside the door.

"You know, fellers, this little gal is more trouble than she's worth."

"Don't you listen to him," gasped Janice, struggling against the powerful arms that held her. "He's not my husband. He's... he's going to rape me."

The waiter's mouth opened in a grin and his eyes sparkled.

"Re is?"

From across the room, Curt's voice resounded. "Sure we are. She loves it. The more the merrier. You wanta piece of the action?"

The waiter's eyes lit up like the neon sign outside.

"Saaay, you ain't joshing me?"

Elton laughed evilly. "No, sir. This little gal's got the hottest pussy in Texas, and she likes it filled with stiff dick as much as she can."

Curt laughed.

"And she sure gives a dandy blow job, too."

"Whooo-wee!"

The waiter's hand reached for a switch on the wall, and a moment later the neon sign went dark.

"I'm with you," he said. "You wanna use a room upstairs? We got plenty empty ones tonight."

"Elton, for God's sake, let me go!"

Janice struggled in vain, and Elton only laughed again.

"Listen, cock-teaser, you're gonna get it, just like I promised you," he rasped. "And you're gonna take care of Curt and Smiley, too. And this feller here, who's already horny, I can tell. So relax and enjoy it. You ain't goin' nowhere but upstairs, and you're gonna fuck and suck like you've never done before. Come on, fellers."

She struggled desperately, but Elton's grip never relaxed.

"Oh, please, please," she pleaded, and they all laughed loudly as the waiter turned off the lights in the diner and they followed him through a curtain to a rickety staircase leading up.

The smell of stale cooking odors blended with stale urine from a bathroom at the top of the stairs, and their Western boots clacked down the wooden floor to the end of the passage. The waiter threw open a door, revealing a room furnished with a bed and a nightstand with a basin and a jug of water beside it.

"It ain't the Waldorf," he said with a leer. "But what more do you want 'sides a bed?"

The single bulb in the center of the ceiling cast a glaring, horrible light over their faces. Janice's eyes went from one to the other; Elton's hand was clamped over her mouth, but her eyes spoke for her.

"She looks like a scairt rabbit," laughed Curt, coming over and tweaking her left breast.

"Okay, who's first?" asked the waiter, leering at them.

Elton gave a big booming laugh.

"I reckon you can be, feller," he said. "We'll watch for the first go-round. 'Sides, we'll have to hold her for you. With that face of yours, I reckon she won't be doin' it from choice."

Janice finally managed to open her mouth enough to enclose Elton's fingers in her teeth; she clamped down, and he pulled his hand away with a curse.

"I'm not doing anything from choice," she screamed. "And you'll go to the chair for this. Rape's a criminal offense in Texas."

Curt laughed, and Smiley came over, his finger under her nose. "Sure it is," he said softly, "But this ain't rape, baby. You told us to meet you here and we'd have a little party. And with all of us sayin' that, your word don't stand a hope in hell. 'Sides, Elton already knows what a little whore you are. So forget about opening your pretty mouth afterwards. It's four against one, baby, and you're gonna fuck us all."

Janice began whimpering and closed her eyes as she felt hands undoing her clothes, and slipping them off her body while the waiter's obscene chuckles filled her ears.