Chapter 7

Janice stretched lazily and looked out the window at the waning sunshine. She glanced at her wristwatch. It was four-thirty. She had slept since nine that morning.

Carefully she moved her buttocks, flexing them for any indication of pain, but other than a slight stiffness she felt no discomfort. She smiled to herself, and her mind fled back to the last two days. It was truly incredible; she had left Dallas, intent on a few weeks of rest and relaxation, riding, sunning and visiting. And here she was, back again, and after a series of experiences that she would never have dreamed of. A pang of remorse crossed her consciousness, but she pushed it away; it hadn't been her fault. And even though she had enjoyed certain moments, that was only natural. After all, what girl wouldn't enjoy being impaled by someone as beautiful as Elton, or even Smiley and Curt? They were all outstanding specimens of manhood, and they had the equipment to prove it. She smiled to herself at the memory. What a difference it all made!

She reached over to the nightstand for her cigarette, and moments later was leaning back against the pillows, puffing lazily. She heard a slight noise, and the bedroom door opened and Mrs. Beecher's face peered round.

"Come in, Mother," said Janice. "I'm awake."

Mrs. Beecher floated in on a cloud of Chanel and sat down on the edge of the bed, her accusing face staring at Janice.

"Well, maybe now you can explain what happened," she said in her most authoritative voice.

"What do you mean?"

"You know good and well what I mean. I got a phone call from Emily at ten o'clock this morning, wanting to know if you were here. I told her yes, you'd arrived and were asleep. Emily sounded very odd. Quite unlike her usual self. Did you have an argument with her or what?"

Janice sighed and shook her head.

"Mother, we had no argument. I just decided perhaps I'd been hasty and came back. That's all there is to it."

"Well, you might at least have waited till the morning and said goodbye to Emily. I'm sure she's most offended at your behavior. It's odd, to say the least, and quite unlike you, Janice. I've always brought you up to be aware of manners and social conduct."

"Yes, Mother, I know. If I offended Emily, I'm sorry. I'll write her and apologize. I'm sure she'll understand. After all, she knows I'm about to be married, and she'll know I would rather be with Glenn than down there, honestly."

Mrs. Beecher sniffed and took one of Janice's cigarettes.

"You were in such an all-fired hurry to get out of Dallas, I figured you'd be gone for at least a couple of weeks. And I think it would have been a good idea, too."

"Mother, please stop worrying, and stop nagging at me."

Mrs. Beecher's eyes opened wide and her eyebrows disappeared into her hair.

"Stop nagging! When have I ever nagged you, Janice?"

Janice sighed impatiently.

"Mother, you've been nagging at me for years, and I guess this is as good time as any to tell you I'm sick of it. I'm about to be a married woman myself, and I think I'm old enough to make my own decisions without always being told I'm wrong, or acting strangely, or whatever you think it is. So stop it, okay?"

"Well, I declare!"

Mrs. Beecher puffed furiously and stared at Janice. Her eyes narrowed and she pursed her lips.

"Something happened down there, believe me, she said. "I know the signs. Something happened, and I intend to find out what."

"Mother, please!"

They were silent for a moment, staring at each other like two opponents looking for an opening.

"Janice, you can tell me," said Mrs. Beecher finally, her voice softening. "Did someone upset you, or what? I can tell you're not the same. You've got a look about you that wasn't there before."

Janice laughed.

"Mother, I had a wonderful time. Emily took me to the Stompede last night. I danced for hours, and then Elton (you remember him, don't you?)... well, he took me home, I mean, back to the ranch and then after a while I just decided to drive back to Dallas. By that time, I felt sure Emily would be in bed, or drunk or whatever, so I just left. There's nothing wrong in that. And there's nothing wrong with me, please, Mother."

"Very well. We'll leave it at that, then." Mrs. Beecher rose and mashed her cigarette in the ashtray. "Are you getting up now? Dinner'll be ready at six-thirty. We're eating early because your father's taking me to the opera tonight."

"I'll be down soon."

Mrs. Beecher stopped in the middle of the room and gazed at herself in the mirror on the far wall. She straightened her dress and turned to Janice with her old familiar smile.

"Say, honey, do you think I should wear the blue sequin dress or the white chiffon?"

"The blue sequin, definitely," said Janice without cracking a smile. "After all, it is the most expensive dress you own, Mother."

"Yes, of course. Yes, I'll wear the blue sequin. It'll match my eyes, anyway."

With a wave of her hand, Mrs. Beecher left the room. Janice relaxed in the bed and grinned to herself. Her mother's concern over her dress was old hat to her; her mother had over two hundred dresses, many of them worn but once. And she always asked Janice's advice, and Janice instinctively knew what to say. It was one of those games that she knew by heart.

After a few minutes she slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom. She took off her nightgown and stood naked in front of the mirror. Yes, she looked the same; there was no physical change in her at all. Her breasts did have several pale blue marks around the nipples, but nothing serious. She knew they would fade by the next day. Even at sports, whenever she was bruised by a fall, she seldom showed a mark, and if she did it was usually gone in a day. She remembered the doctor once saying that she was a fast healer. Maybe that's why she felt no discomfort in her rear end; Elton's sadistic attack was not as harmful as she imagined it might be. She put her fingers between her buttocks and felt her anus. It was a little tender, she had to admit; but nothing like the way it felt shortly after his penetration.

She spread her legs and inserted her fingers into her labia, opening herself up and gazing into her fleshy folds. No sign of anything there, and no pain at all. Her finger lingered on her clitoris, touching it briefly. The sensual thrill that flashed through her served only to remind her of what she had experienced that morning above a truck stop on the highway to Bandera.

Yes, she had experienced quite a lot since she took off. And despite the bad moments, she felt a glow of satisfaction that she finally, at last, knew what it was all about.

But what about Glenn? She knew she would be seeing him before they were married; it was inevitable. And considering his remarks, she wondered whether she ought to give in to him, just once, in order to eliminate any problems on their wedding night.

After all, their big hassle had been over her resistance to any intimacy with him; he himself had stated that they had better not see each other for a while because he couldn't stand the frustration. Well, now that she was broken in, she could very well submit to him, perhaps in the car out at White Rock Lake, where it would be dark and he wouldn't be able to check for bloodstains. Yes, that was it! If she let him do it in the car, there would be no way for him to find out whether she was a virgin or not. And when he put it in, she could squirm and scream like it was hurting a lot, and he'd think he was breaking her hymen. The more Janice thought about it, the more excited she became.

She felt her finger probing her clitoris once more, and she felt shivers of delight as her thoughts combined with her actions; she closed her eyes and imagined Glenn's penis sliding into her, bring her to the heights of fulfillment that she had felt with Elton. Oh, yes, yes, Glenn... Glenn....

Janice opened her eyes and reality returned. With a sigh, she pulled her fingers out of her crotch and let the bath water run in the tub. Yes, she'd take a nice long hot bath, get prettied up, have dinner, and then call Glenn. She knew he'd want to see her, especially if she intimated what she was willing to try.

She giggled at the thought and stepped into the tub, allowing the water to bubble around her feet as she lay back, thrilled to the core with the sheer genius of her plan. This way she'd never have to worry on her honeymoon night!

By the time she had finished bathing and was dressed in a nice frilly feminine dress, her heart was dancing and she decided she had never felt better in her life. And looking at herself in the mirror, she knew she had never looked better. Her cheeks held some color and her eyes sparkled mischievously. If only her mother knew! She laughed out loud at the thought. She could picture her mother's face, completely horror-struck, and the words that might come tumbling out of her mouth. For the first time in her life, Janice felt she had one over on her mother. And Mrs. Beecher would never know!

She went downstairs and joined her parents in the living room. Her father looked very handsome in his tuxedo. He lifted his face and accepted her dutiful kiss, and then he glowed as he took a second careful glance at her.

"My, girl, you're looking lovely tonight," he said gruffly. "I'm real proud of you."

Janice simpered and made a mock bow.

"Thank you, kindly," she said, and her eyes twinkled as she saw her mother, staring hard at her, with almost an approving look on her heavily made-up face.

"I must say, Janice, for two days away from home, you've come back a new girl. Almost the little woman."

"You know what Emily always says: you leave your troubles behind when you come to the Mayan Ranch. I think it's true."

They all laughed and went into the dining room.

Janice stood at the front door and waved her arm gaily as her parents drove off in their new white Continental. She had to admit they made a handsome pair. For all her faults, Mrs. Beecher was a good-looking woman; and she complemented her husband in every way, except perhaps sexually. But that was something no one talked about.

Janice turned back, went to the telephone in the study and dialed Glenn's number. After three rings, she heard a click, and his familiar voice answered.

"Hello."

"Glenn? It's Janice."

There was no doubt about the joy in his voice. "Janice! Where are you? In Bandera?"

"No, stupid. I'm home. You want to come and get me?"

"Of course. But why... why did you come back so soon?"

"Because I couldn't stand being away from you Oh, Glenn, I've missed you, honey. I want to be with you tonight."

"Sure, sure. I'll be right over."

"I'll be waiting."

"I love you, Janice."

"I love you, too, stupid."

She hung up and sat back in the chair, giggling to herself. She reached for a cigarette and relaxed, smoking. By the time she mashed the butt in the ashtray, she heard his car pull up outside. With her heart beating, she ran to the door and flung it open just as he was running up the steps. They met in the doorway, and his lips were hard and demanding on hers, and she opened her mouth and let her tongue play with his, while his hands went around her and held her close. Breathlessly they broke apart, and Glenn stood back, his eyes traveling over her face, down over her body, and then back to her face, and he grinned happily.

"Jesus Christ, you look good," he whispered. "I've miss you, too."

"Come in," she said, taking his hand and leading him into the house. "Mother and Dad have gone to the opera."

Glenn raised an eyebrow.

"You mean we're alone in the house?"

She nodded. "Except for the servants."

"So? They won't interrupt."

Her eyes opened in mock horror, her favorite expression when Glenn's words became suggestive.

"Why, Mr. Harrington, sir! You're not suggesting anything indecent to a lady, now are you?"

"Goddamn right I am," he said roughly, grabbing her and kissing her passionately. She felt his hands sink into the flesh on her back and shoulders, and she pressed her hips against him, feeling his sex pushing through his pants.

"Janice...."

"I know. I know. And I want it, too. I do. I want you tonight, Glenn. Why do you think I came back? I was so stupid before."

He stood back and stared disbelievingly at her.

"Do you know what you're saying?"

She nodded, her eyes meeting his without any fear.

"Yes. I want you. In every way. I always have, but I've been too afraid. Now I'm not afraid. I've had time to think about it. It's silly, really. After all, we're going to get married, so why not?"

He grinned at her and kissed her briefly, his hands hugging her to him.

"Oh, Janice, I don't believe it. Oh, darling, I love you so much."

"Of course, it wouldn't be wise here."

"No, no, I'm not that anxious for a shotgun wedding."

She laughed.

"Why don't we go out to White Rock Lake? It might be fun alone, under the trees, just you and me and the moonlight."

He smiled.

"That sounds good. You and me and the moonlight."

"I'll get my sweater and be right down."

"You hurry. I'm all hot to trot now."

She looked down very pointedly at his crotch, which showed evidence of his excitement.

"Hm..." she murmured. "I can see that. Keep him that way. I'll be only a minute."

Glenn gasped and shook his head.

"You sure have changed," he said softly.

"Sure I have," she said gaily as she ran out of the living room and up to her bedroom for her sweater.

Ten minutes later she was sitting in his car, cuddling up close while he zoomed down Central Expressway towards Northwest Highway, which would take them out to the lake and to their private secluded spot that each knew so well.

Janice let her hand rest on Glenn's thigh as he drove, and her fingers gently caressed his skin through the material. She kept her hand a respectable distance from his crotch, although every instinct in her urged her to slide her fingers up and seize the bulge which she knew was there. He had both hands on the wheel, but he stole a frequent glance at her. She smiled at him in the darkness and squeezed his thigh.

"I can't wait," she whispered.

"Neither can I," he replied. "I'm ready now. Why don't you feel him?"

She giggled, knowing that this was the signal she had been waiting for. Slowly she ran her hand up and came to rest on the hard lump between his legs. He let out a gasp, and she felt his penis throb as her fingers closed around it.

"Oh, Janice, Janice," he murmured, and took one hand off the steering wheel and put it around her shoulder.

Very gently she massaged his rod, up and down, feeling the skin sliding back and forth over the head. It was big, she could tell, perhaps not as big as Elton's had been, but big. Her mouth watered at the thought of closing her lips around it and feeling it push into her. She remembered the taste of the cocks she had sucked in Bandera, the feel of the flesh in her mouth and the warm saltiness of the come shooting into her throat. In her excitement, she squeezed his penis harder, and he gasped.

"Quit that," he said, "You don't want me to come in my pants, do you?"

She laughed.

"Hell, no. In me, but not in your pants."

"Oh, Christ, Janice. You have changed," he muttered, spinning the wheel around as he turned off to drive around the lake. "What's got into you?"

"Nothing you could imagine," she said truthfully.

The car purred along the smooth blacktop, and then pumped over the ground and into their little clump of trees. When they were well and truly hidden from the road, Glenn switched off the engine and killed the lights, and as darkness descended he reached for her urgently, his lips closing over hers. She released his crotch and they embraced, her breasts pushing against his chest. She felt her nipples hardening and her loins tingle with anticipation.

His tongue licked her mouth and pushed inside, and they sat, embracing, while his hands strayed over her body, coming to rest on her bosom, his fingers kneading her breasts eagerly. Clumsily he reached down and undid the buttons and then reached around her back for the bra. As it fell away her breasts sprang forth, and he bent his mouth to take them one by one between his lips.

Janice moaned with supreme ecstasy; this time it wasn't Elton, or Smiley, or Curt. It was Glenn, and all her tender feelings for him sprang uppermost in her mind. No longer was there the guilt, the remorse; that was left behind her, drained out of her by the trauma of her rape in Bandera. Now she was with the one man she loved; and she knew it was right; this was what she had always wanted. And now he was with her, and they were alone, and his mouth was working around her breasts, exciting them with his tongue, while his hands crept down her body, feeling her, sliding up her legs and covering her mound, which already was wet and sticky with her juices. Oh, God, did she want him! She moved her hips, spreading her legs, allowing his fingers to pull her panties aside and gain entrance to her cavern of desire, hot, pulsating desire. As his fingers touched her clitoris, she gave a little cry, and then she remembered.

Oh, yes, she mustn't forget to cry out, to twist and turn when his penis entered her, to make sure he got the impression he was breaking her for the first time. He must never know. It must always be her secret. Like her parents, he must always think he was the first, that she saved herself just for him.

His finger probed her and began the slow sensuous movement against her clitoris. Her loins were on fire, and her entire body began trembling.

"Oh, Glenn, I want you, I want you," she muttered, and her voice was low and husky.

He raised up and kissed her gently.

"Take him out," he whispered. "I love it being taken out."

Her fingers trembled as she groped for his zipper, and the sound as it slid down was like ten thousand tympani in her ears. He sighed and stretched back in the seat, allowing her easier access. She felt inside and touched the hardness pushing against his shorts. She fumbled, found the opening, and reached inside. Firm flesh greeted her fingers, and as she closed around the shaft and pulled it out, he gave a loud groan and moved his hips upward. She felt his penis flex and jerk slightly.

She gripped the skin, and slid it back. In the dim light filtering through the windows, she could see the bright red head exposed, shiny, with a drop of lube coming out of the wide slit at the end. Oh, sweet Jesus, what a beautiful cock! It might not be as monstrous as Elton is, nor as thick as Curt's, nor as white and smooth as Smiley's... but it was a beautiful cock. Without a moment's hesitation, Janice lowered her head and closed her lips around the end. As it slid into her mouth, she heard Glenn gasp, and then a moment later he pulled her head up. His face was livid.

"I didn't come here for that," he snapped. "And since when do you suck cock?"

Janice recoiled as though he had slapped her.

"Glenn... I love you."

"I asked you a question."

She shook her head uncomprehendingly.

"But... but that's what every girl is supposed, to do," she said falteringly. "I read it in one of those sex books."

"Well, for chrissake, I didn't expect you to go down quite so eagerly."

She set her mouth in a firm line and moved away slightly.

"We came here to..." She almost said it, but stopped herself in time. But he completed the sentence for her.

"Yes, we came here to fuck," he snapped. "And that's what I plan to do. I can get any whore to suck me off for five bucks. I want more than that from you."

He pushed her back on the seat and eased his body toward her, his penis pushing up between her legs.

"Be gentle, Glenn," she whispered. "You're the first."

He laughed roughly.

"If you've sucked cock before, you've fucked before," he said. "I've been a real stooge, haven't I? Well, you'll find out what a real fuck is like right now."

She pushed him away.

"Who said I said I sucked cock before?" she cried, her voice tight with anger. "And who said I'd screwed before?"

"I said so, that's who," said Glenn, his voice rising angrily. "So shut up and spread your legs. I'm coming home."

Oh, God, why this way? Janice's mind reeled before this change of attitude on his part. She had never dreamed he would react like that; it just didn't make sense. Why couldn't he have just let her go ahead and suck his penis? That's what she really wanted, at least for a starts And he had such a lovely one, too.

He pushed her farther back as he adjusted himself, and she felt his rock-hard organ pushing up between her legs. With a muffled curse, he sat up.

"Take your goddamn panties off," he rasped.

Without a word, she slid them down past her knees and leaned back, extending her arms towards him.

"Please, Glenn, be nice," she entreated him. "I'm sorry if I upset you. I just thought that's what you wanted to start with. Please, darling, don't spoil our first time together."

"You've already done that," he snapped. "But by damn, I'm not going to let you get away without getting what I came here for."

"You mean you only came here to fuck me?"

It was the first time she had used that word with him, and the way she snapped it out, she knew, sounded almost obscene. He glared at her, and she could tell his eyes were flashing, even in the dimness.

"Yes. I came here to fuck you. What the hell do you think I came here for?" he almost shouted. "So lie back and let's get on with it."

Oh, God, she never expected things to work out this way. It was almost as though he didn't love her; it was almost as though she was just another girl he was screwing for the night. Oh, Glenn, why, why? Reluctantly she lay back, and he came forward, and this time his penis pushed all the way up and the end touched her mound. She began moaning, and her hands clawed at his shoulders. Make it good, she thought, make it like he's really breaking you in. Make like it's your first time, and he's the best you'll ever get. Don't ever let him know the truth. Don't ever let him know that you've already been screwed by three of the biggest cocks in Texas, far bigger than his, and by men far handsomer, and with more on the ball than he has. More on the ball... She giggled foolishly, and right at that moment she felt him penetrate her labia, and the head of his penis touched her clitoris and she cried out. Now, now was when she should make like it's hurting.

She contracted her muscles and her vaginal walls gripped his shaft tightly. She screamed softly; it shouldn't be too loud. But just loud enough to make him think he was hurting her.

"Glenn... easy... it's hurting... oh, Glenn... please!"

He paused momentarily, and then slowly pushed again.

"Glenn... ooooh, wait, wait a moment."

He paused, and his hands came to her breasts and began tweaking the nipples. Then with a sudden thrust, he entered her completely. Taken unaware, she felt him slide all the way in, and she moaned in ecstasy. Oh, goddamn, that felt good. Instinctively, she began moving her hips, pushing herself up toward him, trying to get him even farther into her wet, warm canal that was enclosing his rod. He grunted, and his hands came round her shoulder.

"Oh, Glenn, oh, that hurt."

"You goddamn little liar." The words cut the air like red-hot cinders sparking from a fireplace. "You're not cherry, and you know it."

"I never said I was cherry," she replied, and inspiration hit once again. "But it's the first time with you; you know it."

"Then how come I slide in as easy as a pig's ass?"

"Because I broke my hymen years ago, riding," she snapped, hoping that her anger would lend believable vehemence to her words, "If you don't believe me, ask my mother. Only I'd like to see you explain why you're asking her."

He paused a moment, his penis still within her, and he laughed.

"Shit, you've got all the answers, haven't you?"

"You're goddamn right," she replied coolly. "And they're all true. So get on with fucking me; that's what we came for, like you said."

There was a silence, and Janice felt his penis soften slightly within her. Then he shook his head, and his hand came up and touched her cheek.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I don't know what got into me just then. But..."

"Forget it," she said, knowing that she had won. "Please, Glenn, fuck me. Fuck me good. I love you, and I want you."

She moved her hips, tightening her vagina around his shaft, and she felt it jerk and respond. Seconds later, it was completely hard again as he grabbed her and began humping in and out, his mouth sucking her breasts and his breath coming in frantic gasps. She moved her body in rhythm with his, and together they rocked, not in the most comfortable position, but with sublime ecstasy suffusing their bodies.

He began moaning, and then his fingers grabbed her violently and he cried out, "Oh, Christ, I'm coming... Oh, Janice, Janice..." And she felt his rod expand and throb, and then her cunt was awash with his seed. The knowledge of his orgasm, albeit such a fast one, pushed Janice on herself. She writhed and twisted, feeling his maleness deep within her, and she felt her own climax approaching. His cock was rubbing against her clitoris and the end was buried deep inside her vagina, and then she cried out as her body convulsed, and her own juices joined his, running down her crevice and out between her legs. He continued thrashing, plunging himself in and out, even after his penis had started to slacken. Then with a moan he relaxed and pulled out lying on top of her, moaning.

"Oh, Janice, honey, that was wonderful, that was the greatest, oh, Janice, Janice..."

She patted his head, and kissed him gently.

"It was wonderful for me, too," she whispered. "Just like I always dreamed it would be."

"I'm sorry I came so fast," he apologized, "but I was so steamed up. I'm sorry. Next time..."

She shushed him. "Next time it'll be even better," she said. "And next time I'm going to suck your cock first, whether you like it or not. Not only whores suck cock, remember. I have that on the best authority."

He grinned at her. "I'm a stubborn cuss," he said softly, "but then that's the way I am."

"You're not stubborn, you're strange," Janice said, feeling suddenly very womanly and wise. "Just because things didn't happen the way you thought they would doesn't mean they're all wrong. And I have my side of things, too." She took his face in her hands and stared directly into his eyes. "If I want to try sucking your cock, it's because I love you, not because I've done it before or anything like that."

He kissed her quickly and nodded.

"I'm sorry."

"Okay. Now lean back. I'm going to try something. A few minutes ago was the first time we've fucked, right?"

"Yes."

"So now'll be the first time I've sucked your cock, too. And don't tell me you're not going to enjoy it."

She fumbled between his legs and found his penis, soft and sticky. Her fingers closed around it and slowly pulled the skin back and forth. She felt an answering twitch.

"He'll be up again in a minute," Glenn said, almost apologetically.

"I'll make sure he is," said Janice, and her head went down, her lips closing around the soft flesh, encompassing it totally within her mouth and flicking her tongue under the foreskin and across the cockslit. He jumped, and his hand came down on her hair.

"Oh, wow, honey, take it easy," he said softly.

She giggled and continued with her ministrations, sucking hard and pulling up. She felt it begin to fill, start to get erect, and slowly it grew until it no longer filled her mouth, but pushed down into her throat and projected beyond her lips. Glenn groaned and began moving his hips, driving it in and out of her. She closed her fingers around the shaft, caressing it; she slid down and took his balls in her hands, rotating them, playing with them, and touching his flesh around his crotch, noting how smooth it was, almost hairless, except just at the base of his penis and balls.

His shaft was smooth and his head flat and wide, but it fitted just perfectly into her mouth, not too large like Elton had been, not thin like Jason; just right, and with a feel to it that drove her passions up to new heights. She had often pictured what Glenn's sex would be like; now she knew, and it was even better than she dreamed. She really didn't enjoy one as big as Elton's that was too big for comfort, even though it did feel great sliding into her vagina. But Glenn's penis was the perfect size, just like everything else about him that she had learned to love over the time they had known each other. Everything he had was exactly what she desired; and now she had his penis within her, she knew that final point was also just what she desired. Her lips closed tighter around his shaft and her tongue licked faster, bringing forth renewed moans of delight from him.

"Christ, Janice, that feels wonderful," he said softly.

She raised up and smiled at him.

"It makes me feel wonderful, too," she replied, and went down on him again.

With a sudden movement, he jerked her head up.

"I'll make you feel even better," he said thickly, and before she could stop him, he had pushed her back and spread her legs. His head dropped and his fingers pulled her labia open, and his tongue pushed into her, licking her clitoris and mouthing her flesh until she felt she couldn't stand it a moment longer, it felt so good. She lay back, moving her hips slightly to increase his penetration, while her hands caressed his hair.

"Oh, Glenn," she breathed. "Suck me, suck me good."

His hands came up and squeezed her breasts, his thumbs covering her nipples and rubbing across them, increasing the shivers of ecstasy that stabbed her every nerve. She felt her orgasm beginning to build again, and with every lick of his tongue she felt her insides churn faster and faster. Then with a cry she held his head firmly against her cunt, while his tongue pushed in deeper, and her canal was awash with her juices as they flowed once more, her vagina contracting and squeezing tightly. With a gasp, he raised up.

"You came?"

She nodded. "Yes, I did. I couldn't help it. You made me feel so wonderful."

"I'm glad."

"Now I want to make you come," she murmured, and she went down on his penis, sucking hard and quickly. She knew he was almost on the point of shooting, and within seconds he had shuddered and grabbed her head and cried out.

She felt his sperm flow into her mouth, tasting its saltiness and letting it slide over her tongue, savoring its freshness before she swallowed and kept sucking until the last drop had been drained from his tube, and she raised up, panting.

"Oh, God, that was the best ever," he said.

He took her in his arms, and they lay silently together. Finally, he kissed her.

"I think we'd better get back," he said. "Otherwise, I'm going to fall asleep here in your arms, and I'd hate for the cops to wake us up in this condition."

She laughed, and separately they adjusted their clothing and sat back. Glenn looked over at her.

"Just another few weeks," he said. "And we can fall asleep naked and wake up that way and no one will give a damn."

"I will," she replied. "But I'll love it. I'd like to spend our entire honeymoon in bed with you."

"You've turned into a sex fiend," he said kiddingly.

"I've always been one," she said, realizing the truth of her words. "I just haven't been able to express myself before."

He laughed.

"And it took two days in Bandera to change you," he said, starting the car. "I'd love to know what happened down there."

She smiled to herself.

"Maybe I'll tell you one day," she answered.

"Tell me now," Glenn said, backing the car out on to the highway and heading down toward Northwest Highway.

"Well, you see there was this bobcat out on the range," Janice said. "I was riding out to look for the old silver mine, and this bobcat came up and said he'd like to have sex with me. Now, you know how I am about bobcats, especially this one, who was real handsome..."

His hand came over and took hers firmly.

"You're full of shit," he said playfully.

"I know," she said simply. "And I do love you, Glenn. Very much."

"I know that," he said. "Christ, I can hardly wait for the wedding now."

"You will," she replied calmly. "Because really there's nothing else we can do but wait. But it'll be worth it."

"Hm..."

"Besides, now we've finally made it, you know what you're getting, and I don't think you'd want to back out now, would you?"

"Not on your life. Not after what happened tonight. I'm getting hard again right now just thinking about it."

She reached over and squeezed his crotch.

"Take care of him until I can," she murmured. "And by that I don't mean what your evil little mind is thinking, either."

They both laughed, and the car roared down the highway and turned on to the Expressway heading for home.