Chapter 3
At ten o'clock the next morning, Debbie sat at the small desk in the living room,' twisting a ball pen nervously with her hands. Before her on the desk was a half completed note, and on the floor was a small suitcase, stuffed with hastily packed clothing. In despair, after the savage episode with Tom the night before, she had concluded that she had no choice but to leave him. Their marriage was falling apart after only one month, and although she knew her sexual unresponsiveness was largely at fault she could no longer struggle with her anxieties and fears. Nor did she think it fair to frustrate her young husband too. No, the best thing, she had decided, was to end the whole thing and get a divorce as quickly as possible. They would both be happier that way.
So confused and overwrought was she that her innocent young mind did not fully realize the seriousness of her decision, or even stop to think that she might be acting hastily. All she knew was that she wanted to run away, to be alone again where she would not have to confront the horrible shame that bound her so tightly. She wanted a divorce, and planned to fly to Reno to get it immediately.
With determination she crumped up the first draft of the note, threw it in the wastebasket, and started another. She wrote hesitantly, but at last completed it. Leaning back with a sigh, she read it over.
Dear Tom:
Please forgive me for what I'm about to do, but I can't go on this way any longer. I haven't been able to be a good wife physically to you. I know that, and I'm sorry. I've tried to get over these silly fears, believe me I've tried, but it's just no use. I'm going to get a divorce. I love you Tom, and if I thought there was any other way out for us, I would take it. But there isn't. I want you to have your freedom. I'm sorry.
Debbie
Momentarily she wondered if she should tell him she was going to Reno, but then she realized that if she did, he would follow her and try to talk her out of it, so she didn't indicate her destination. She folded the note carefully and placed it in an envelope, leaving it propped up on the desk where she knew Tom would see it. Then, fighting back tears, she stood up, smoothed the skirt of her demure tailored suit with trembling hands, picked up her suitcase, and walked out of the apartment, hardly daring to look back for fear she would change her mind. An hour later she was on a plane for Reno, Nevada.
It was hot in Reno, uncomfortably hot for early summer, and when Debbie stepped out of the plane she began to feel for the first time the enormity of her decision. She was in a totally alien place where she didn't know a living soul, and she suddenly realized that she hadn't the faintest idea where to turn, or what to do next. Numbly she walked from the plane into the streamlined airlines terminal, her eyes squinting against the relentless rays of the sun. Her tight suit, perfect for cooler Seattle, was uncomfortable here, and it seemed to cling to her body, pressing heatedly against her young form and making her feel like a wilted flower.
At the information counter inside the air conditioned terminal, a girl in her early twenties sat chewing gum and reading through a True Confessions magazine. She was heavily made up, with bright red hair teased into a huge bouffant, and wearing a tight fitting, low-cut jersey and an extra short white mini skirt. She looked up as Debbie approached, her scarlet lips pushed into a pout, as though she were annoyed at being disturbed from her reading.
"Can I help you?" she inquired in a bored voice, looking Debbie over cynically.
"I ... I hope so," the confused young wife replied nervously. "You see I'm ... I'm new in town ... and I...."
"You looking for a lawyer or a hotel?" the girl asked, obviously used to frightened new arrivals in the divorce capital of the world.
"Why ... I guess ... a lawyer...." Debbie replied, startled by the directness of the girl's question. Suddenly she felt terribly foolish.
"For a divorce, right?"
"Y ... Yes...."
"How fast do you want it?"
Debbie was shocked by the girl's callousness. How could she be so blase' about other people's suffering? She acts as though this were a ... a divorce mill, Debbie thought, where you can pick a divorce the way you pick a detergent in a supermarket!
"As quickly as possible," she said finally, trying to muster some kind of dignity.
The girl quickly flipped through a file box and pulled out a card.
"This guy's close by and he'll get you the fastest one in the city. He's right around the corner." She shoved the card at Debbie. "He'll know a good hotel, too, probably."
"Thanks so much," Debbie said dazedly, looking at the card-Ed Karlen, Lawyer, Special Attention to Divorce Cases. Promptness Assured.
"Good luck, honey," the girl said amiably.
"Thank you," Debbie answered with a wan, half smile. Then, quickly shoving the card in her handbag, she picked up her suitcase and made her way toward the front entrance of the terminal.
The redhead watched her for a moment, shaking her head slowly. She saw them arrive by the hundreds, their bags clutched in their hands, they eyes full of fear, looking for the fastest exit from a bad marriage. She was glad she wasn't one of those girls. When she got married, she'd stay good and married for keeps like it always turned out in the confession books. With a smug little smile, she turned back to her magazine and began to read eagerly.
"Yes, Mrs. Lyons, I think I can help you."
In a small, ugly office near the airport, Debbie was seated stiffly before the desk of a thin, balding middle-age man, with a pinched face and small, weasel-like eyes.
"Of course," he was saying, "these things can't be settled overnight. There's papers to be drawn up, certain formalities. Your residency is supposed to be for six weeks, but my brother-in-law's a good friend of one of the judges, and if I ask him to put in a good word for you, we might have this settled in about a week. How's that?"
"That ... that would be fine," Debbie responded weakly. Is that all it takes? she thought. Just a week and it's over? Her eyes filled with tears as she thought of the weeks of happiness with Tom, about to be undone by a 'good word' from the sleazy man opposite her.
"And don't you worry, now, young lady, everything will work out just fine. Leave it to me. All you have to do is stay here for the formalities. Do you have a hotel lined up?"
"No ... no I don't. I thought maybe you might...."
"Recommend something? As a matter-of-fact I can." He opened his desk drawer and rummaged through it until he found a colored brochure that he pulled out and placed on the desk for Debbie to take. "You're quite lucky, Mrs. Lyons, because you've come during a particularly slack period, and I think this place has some vacancies at the moment. I highly recommend it."
Debbie picked up the brochure and glanced at it. "RANCHO DELLA RENO, A Luxury Dude Ranch for Women." A photograph showed a handsome, ranch-style building with a pool, and grass and flowers surrounding it. Behind were high, beautiful mountains and the desert.
"It looks very nice," the young would-be divorcee said, impressed with the pictured beauty of the place. Just what I need, she said to herself. Somewhere beautiful to lick my wounds.
"Would you like me to call and make a reservation for you? I happen to know the woman who runs it and I'd be happy to do it."
"If you wouldn't mind, I'd really appreciate it. I don't know my way around here at all."
"No trouble at all," he said cheerfully picking up the phone and dialing. Debbie noticed that he wore several garish rings on his thin fingers. "Believe me I know how hard it is for a young girl like you to take such a big step." He smiled at her, curling his thin lips back over his prominent teeth, and listened as the phone rang at Rancho Delia Reno. "Ava? This is Ed Karlen. I'm fine, sweetheart, how are you?" The lawyer laughed heartily at her reply, an unpleasant, high-pitched laugh, Debbie thought, devoid of humor. " ... Listen, there's a young woman in my office, a very pretty little thing, who needs a place to stay for the usual period. I thought that ... Oh yes? You do? ... Fine ... I'll send her right out. Fine. Goodbye, Ava. Yes, let's get together soon." He hung up the phone and smiled broadly at Debbie. "It's all set. They just had a vacancy and she says she'll be happy to have you out there."
"Oh thank you so much."
"Not at all. Just take a taxi out to the Rancho, the driver'll know where it is. And from then on you just rest and enjoy yourself. We can settle our account after the divorce is granted. How's that?"
"That would be fine."
"Excellent. Now you just run along out to the Rancho and ask for Ava Lattimer. She'll take care of you and see that you have everything you need. All right?"
"All right," she replied, smiling in gratitude. She rose from the chair, picked up her luggage and started out of the tiny office. "And thank you so much, Mr. Kramer."
"Not at all, my dear, not at all. I'll call you at the Rancho and let you know how it's going."
The balding lawyer watched with sly interest as Debbie left the office, letting his narrow, beady eyes rove lewdly over her supple young body.
Yes, he thought wickedly to himself, Ava'll take real good care of you, little lady. Real good.
Ava Lattimer sat in her private bedroom at the Rancho Reno admiring herself in a full-length mirror. She was a tall woman in her early thirties, with an imperious oval face topped with a coiled heap of thick black hair, streaked with silver by her beautician. Her eyes were large and glittered a bright emerald green, and her lips were full and sensuous, painted a perfect scarlet. Her svelte body was tall and Amazonian in build, fully revealed by the skin tight, cream-colored cowgirl shirt and slacks she wore. The tight material molded enticingly over her haughtily jutting breasts, two ripely firm melons coming to sharply defined points, then tapered down to a wasp-waist, tightly bound in a wide hand-tooled leather belt with a large Mexican silver buckle. Her Western slacks fit snugly against her rounded hips, clung like a second skin to her long, sleek legs and disappeared into a pair of ornate, silver-encrusted, high-heeled boots.
She took great pains to maintain her ravishing good looks, and her appearance never betrayed the fact that she was rapidly approaching thirty-five. She could still compete with any woman, of any age, and she knew it. She turned around slowly before the mirror, pleased at how she looked, yet examining her face and body carefully for any cracks in her perfect mask. She reached up with her long, slender fingers, tipped with scarlet-painted nails, and rearranged a coil or two in her elaborate hairdo until she was perfectly satisfied.
"You're sure lookin' good, Ava," a male voice said behind her.
The vain brunette whirled around suddenly, anger flashing from her deep-green eyes.
"Damn it, Roy! Haven't I told you never to come in here without knocking?"
Her visitor was a tall, deeply tanned, broad-shouldered and muscular cowboy, wearing skin-tight denim jeans and shirt, with thick, high black boots and a broad-brimmed Stetson that dipped down over his rugged, somewhat cruel face. Tufts of thick brown hair curled out around his ears, down the back of his neck, and over the red bandana he wore. His tight shirt was open almost to the waist and revealed an extremely hairy chest.
"What's the matter, baby? Don't you like surprises?" he asked, his craggy features twisting into a leering, suggestive smile. "I got a little horny out there in the bunkhouse and wanted a little action. I'm sick of those other dames you got here, and I thought maybe you'd spare a few minutes for a lonesome ole cowpoke."
He approached her slowly, with long strides, while he reached down and openly stroked the outline of his huge, pulsing cock and balls bulging inside his tight jeans.
Ava's face tightened, and her lips pursed together in disapproval.
"I haven't got time for you now. There's a new girl coming out this afternoon, and I've got to get ready to meet her."
"Yeah?" the hulking cowboy said, his dark eyes lighting up with interest. "Say, that's real nice to hear. Me and the boys are gettin' restless for some nice fresh pussy. We figure for what we pay, we should get fresh cunt a little more often than we do."
He laughed coarsely, reached out with his strong arms, and seized the voluptuous female, crushing her statuesque frame to his massive body and grinding his hips lewdly into her abdomen.
"Listen," Ava said, struggling to resist him. "Ed Karlen says she's really something. You tell the boys to keep their pants on for a while, and I promise you'll have that nice sweet little cunt all to yourselves when she gets here." Roy was covering her neck with hard, rough kisses. His massive penis had hardened stiffly now inside his pants, and low animal sounds of pleasure rose from deep in his throat as he pawed her with increasingly mounting hunger. "Roy, goddamnit, no!" Ava said firmly, pulling away from him. "You know how much I like your cock, honey, but I've got work to do."
Undaunted, Roy unzipped the front of his jeans and withdrew his massively erect cock, obviously proud of its exceptional size and girth, and gripped it shamelessly in the palm of his hand.
"I feel as horny as a bull," he growled. There was a knock at the door. "Who is it?" Ava called. "Delores, Mees Lattimer...."
"Come in."
The door opened momentarily, and a small, extremely well-built Mexican girl, with flashing eyes, dark skin and jet-black hair, slipped quickly inside. She was dressed in a low cut white blouse and colorful, full skirt.
"A Meesus Lyons is here," she said, not batting an eyelash at the sight of Roy openly fondling his fully erect cock.
"Oh good," Ava replied. "I've got to go, Roy. Delores, why don't you stay here and take care of Roy while I'm gone. Seems he's a little lonesome."
A frightened look flashed briefly across the young girl's dark eyes, but it' was replaced immediately with one of weary resignation.
"Yes, Mees Lattimer."
She walked over to Roy, who grinned lewdly at her, and lifted her skirt. She wore no panties and her dark-fringed vaginal split was fully exposed to the hotly excited cowboy.
"Down on the floor, cunt," he snarled. Obediently, the girl dropped down and lay back, on the thickly carpeted floor, pulled up her dress and spread her legs. In the next moment, Roy had yanked his tight jeans halfway down his legs, and was kneeling between the Mexican beauty's wide splayed thighs, positioning his rigidly inflated penis at the entrance to her numbly proffered pussy. "Ready or not here it comes, babe," he cried, flexing his hips forwards and plowing his lust-thickened hardness fully up into her completely unprepared cunt so hard that she was pulled up from the floor by the violent force of his rough intrusion.
"Oooohhhhh!!" she groaned in pain, as his long hard cock tore mercilessly up into her tender young vaginal depths.
"Have fun," Ava remarked, and coolly left the room, closing the door behind her to drown out the tortured groans and cries of the ravaged little Mexican girl.
Debbie stood nervously in the spacious lounge of the Rancho Delia Reno. When she got out of the cab she had been initially disappointed, for the Rancho looked somewhat less luxurious than it had in the photographs. Although the landscape was beautiful, the grounds seemed somewhat neglected, and the main building, a long, low, rambling structure of Western-Mexican design, seemed in need of repair. Yet overall, it was still a beautiful place, quite a few miles from Reno, and very quiet.
Glancing around, she saw a few women sitting around smoking or leafing through magazines, looking bored and somewhat nervous. They seemed older than she was, and when she walked in they eyed her with suspicion. She sat down on a couch near the corner, with her luggage close by, feeling strange and ill at ease. Now and then a cowboy walked in and left soon after with one of the women. The sight of the cowboys puzzled her. She assumed that they must work at the Rancho, yet there was a swagger and indolence about the way they walked through the lounge, eyeing the women in an almost sensual way, and dressed in tight-fitting, shabby work clothes like vagabonds or drifters. She would have thought that they would have had to keep themselves spruced up and presentable. After all, wasn't this a vacation resort? And why did the women seem so strange to her, and why did they go off with the cowboys with an uncertain, nervous look in their eyes? It was extremely puzzling to the bewildered young girl, yet she tried to ease her fears, knowing that nearly everything made her nervous and confused lately.
After she had been sitting in the lounge for a few minutes, a pretty little Mexican girl came to ask who she was, and then left to find the Lattimer woman that Ed Kramer had told her to ask for. Soon after, one of the women, a well-built blonde in a tight-fitting skirt and blouse, came by and sat down next to her.
"You new here, honey?" she inquired.
"Yes ... I just got into town today."
"Oh...." The woman eyed her strangely. "Divorce, huh?"
"Yes...." Debbie answered, somewhat put off by the directness of the woman's questioning. "Have ... have you been here long?"
"About a month," the woman answered with a trace of sarcasm.
"A month? But my lawyer said it wouldn't take more than a week."
"Yeah ... my lawyer said the same thing. It takes longer sometimes ... and besides ... I kind of like this place." A strange look came into the woman's eyes. "It's hard to leave once you get settled ... I mean...."
"You must be Mrs. Lyons!" a sudden voice broke their conversation.
Debbie turned suddenly to find herself face to face with a tall, striking, silver-streaked brunette.
"I'm Ava Lattimer. Welcome to the Rancho Delia Reno." She shot a quick dark glance at the blonde woman. "Sounds as if Mrs. Jameson was getting you acquainted with things already."
"No ... no I wasn't really," the Jameson woman said nervously. "Just making small talk."
"Well, that's fine. Now, Mrs. Lyons, why don't you come to my office. And Mrs. Jameson, will you do me a big favor and see if you can find Sandy? I want him to take Mrs. Lyons' luggage to her room. I think he's at the bunkhouse."
"The bunkhouse...." the blonde replied absently. "All right, Ava, sure."
Without another word, she rose quickly and left through the wide glass front door.
"Follow me, Mrs. Lyons."
"Please call me Debbie," the young woman said, as she followed the sleek woman out of the lounge and down the hall.
"Of course, and you must call me Ava."
She stopped in front of a large wooden door, opened it, and nodded to indicate Debbie was to go inside. The young bride found herself in a pleasant room, decorated in Spanish and Western motif with a maroon leather couch, a wide desk, and a few chairs. After closing the door, Ava moved elegantly to her seat behind the desk and motioned for the young wife to sit down also.
"I hope you like it here, Debbie. We try to make it as comfortable as possible for girls like yourself. It's such a difficult period to go through, and we do our best to see that you enjoy yourself and have fun while the lawyers take care of all that sordid business. Now Ed Karlen called and gave me most of the information I need, like name and address, but there's one or two more things ... by the way, how old are you?"
"Just ... just nineteen."
"So young!" The voluptuous woman let her eyes rove appreciatively over Debbie's petite, but well rounded body. It was apparent to her that despite the prim suit she wore, this new arrival was just the sort of beautifully innocent creatures Ava liked to have at the Rancho. "How long were you married?"
"A ... a month...."
"Good heavens, it didn't last long did it? But men can be such beasts at times. Why we had one young thing in here last year who left her husband after a week!"
Suddenly the memory of all that had happened in the past few weeks welled up in Debbie with the force of a hurricane. Tears suddenly spilled down her cheeks, and her shoulders shook.
"Oh, honey," Ava said comfortingly, "I didn't mean to upset you. Look, let me get you a glass of wine. It'll calm you down. I guess I'm so used to these things that I forget how hard it can be emotionally."
She walked to a well stocked bar near one corner of the room, and began to pour out two glasses of wine. Debbie sat with her back to the brunette, dabbing her tears with a handkerchief she pulled from her handbag, and didn't notice when Ava slyly dropped a few grains of white powder into her drink from a glass vial she had hidden amongst the bottles.
This should relax her plenty, the imperious female mused as she watched the powder disappear without a trace into the red wine. And once she's relaxed, Sandy should be able to do his little number on her without much trouble at all. Of course, she might struggle a bit, but with the dope I've dropped in her drink she'll never know what hit her. Besides the boys are getting itchy for some fresh young pussy, and they 'll be very pleased with this naive little bitch, I'm sure.
"Well, now," she chirped as she walked back to the young bride holding out the glass of wine, "drink this down and I'm sure you'll feel much better. It's a Mexican wine, and it tastes just a wee bit bitter at first, but it's very, very good."
Debbie took the glass gratefully and took a little sip. At first she found the taste, as Ava had predicted, a little bitter, but as the liquid coursed down her throat, her body began to relax a little, and she leaned back in her chair, grateful for a little relief from her tension, and took a second swallow.
"I hope this doesn't go to my head," she said, "I don't usually drink very much...."
"Debbie, my advice is let it go to your head. You've been through a terrible ordeal, and you owe it to yourself to relax now and have some fun. You only live onee, you know, and you'll be a free woman soon. It's hard now, but you'll find there are advantages to being independent again. And you're so young and pretty that you'll probably have the time of your life."
The young bride mused over Ava's words, remembering that the reason she had left Tom was to be able to be alone again, and not have to face the terrible fears that plagued her day and night. Perhaps the Lattimer woman was right. Perhaps she had made the right decision and would be much better off without Tom. At least she wouldn't be any trouble to anybody.
The potent wine began to take its effect, although Debbie was hardly aware of it at first. Her body began to grow warm and tingly, and a pleasantly euphoric haze began to waft through her mind like a light Spring breeze.
"This wine is very nice," she said. "I feel much better already."
"Good. Then drink up."
Ava took a deep swallow of her own drink, and Debbie followed suit, taking deeper and deeper swallows, and growing rapidly more giddy under the influence of the drug.
"I'm going to put you in room seven," the proprietress said. "It's a nice big room, and it looks out over the pool. I'm sure you'll like it."
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
A young cowboy, who looked to be only about eighteen or nineteen, Debbie's own age, entered. He was dressed neatly in a light blue western shirt and snug-fitting, newly washed dungarees. His face struck her immediately, for it was open and boyish, the way Tom's had been that first time she saw him. The boy had bright, sandy colored hair, ruddy cheeks, and clear grey eyes. His skin looked well scrubbed, and there were freckles around his sensitive nose. Something about him made Debbie's heart begin to pound in her chest, particularly when he smiled at her.
She turned away, blushing slightly in embarrassment.
What am I doing, she thought anxiously. I'm here to get a divorce, and I'm practically flirting with this boy.
She struggled to contain herself, but she found herself uncomfortably aware of his appealingly handsome looks. She had no way of knowing that her reaction was heightened considerably by the drug that Ava had slipped in her drink, and her body responded involuntarily to his magnetic presence.
"Sandy," Ava was saying, "this is Mrs. Lyons. Would you take her up to her room?"
"Sure thing Ma'am," he answered. He had a soft voice, with a pleasant Western drawl. "I got her bags with me out in the hall right now."
"How sweet, Sandy. Debbie, just follow Sandy upstairs and he'll see that you're settled in properly."
"Fine. Thank you. I will," she replied, a little giddy and scarcely knowing what she was saying.
As she rose from her seat, the young girl suddenly realized she must be drunk, for she felt so woozy and unbalanced that she started to fall forward and had to hold onto the desk for support.
"I ... I feel ... so strange...." she said, her voice sounding thick and far away.
"Oh, it's that wine," the tall woman replied, laughing, "I told you it's quite strong. But don't worry, you'll get used to it."
"Here Ma'am, take my arm," the handsome young cowboy said, offering to help her.
"No ... no," Debbie said, somewhat nervously, "I think I can make it. Gosh, I only had a few sips."
She managed to regain her poise and followed Sandy out the door into the hallway.
"See you later, Debbie," Ava called after her.
"Yes, fine...."
Sandy lifted her suitcase and flight bag, led her down the hall to the stairs, and up to the second floor.
"It's real nice to have you here, M'am. And Miss Lattimer's a real nice lady. I sure do enjoy working at the Rancho."
"Are there many cowboys here?" she inquired without real interest as she made her was unsteadily up the stairs behind him.
"Oh, a few, more or less, depends on how busy it gets around here. We all live out at the bunkhouse, just behind the pool. I'll show it to you sometimes."
"That would be very nice."
They were walking down the second floor hallway now, with the handsome cowboy leading the way. Somehow Debbie couldn't keep her eyes away from him. She found herself gazing shamelessly at his slender, but extremely muscular body, so well revealed by his snug cowboy clothes. He looked like something from a Western film, rugged yet sensitive, and so attractive that she found herself wanting to ... to reach out and touch him ... to run her hands in his light hair and feel the hard rounded curves of his buttocks beneath the tight Levi's.
Oh God, she thought suddenly, what's happening to me? I've never felt like this before! Never! The wine ... it must be the wine....
Despite her efforts to control herself, her body grew warmer and warmer as she walked, and a strange churning sensation began to throb up between her thighs. The nerve endings of her skin seemed unbearably sensitive, and beneath the thinly covering nylon of her panties her vaginal mound started to pulse insistently with aching desire. In fact, to her shock and dismay, it seemed to grow moist as she walked ... heated and moist!
To her great relief, Sandy stopped at a door at the end of the hall and opened it.
"Room seven, M'am."
She walked in and was immediately delighted, for the room was large and sunny, decorated in pine paneling and the Western Mexican motif that dominated the Rancho. Spacious windows looked out on the grounds, there were plenty of mirrors, a large vanity table, and a huge, comfortable looking bed big enough for at least four people.
"Oh, it's lovely," she said happily, walking unsteadily around the pleasant interior.
"Sure glad you like it, M'am."
Sandy set her bags down near the door and showed her where the bathroom was, the closets, the curtain pulls. Then he stood, staring at her, while she sat on the bed, testing the mattress.
"It's a wonderful room...."
The young wife glanced up and caught sight of the cowboy. There seemed to be a strange glint in his eye, a barely detectable look of cruel sensuality she hadn't noticed at all before, but in a moment it was gone, and Sandy beamed at her warmly.
"You must be tired Ma'am, why don't you kick off your shoes and relax on the bed."
"Oh, I think I will. That wine is really making my head spin."
"If you need anything, Ma'am, just ask for Sandy, okay?"
"I will. And thank you so much."
"My pleasure."
He smiled winningly at her once more and went outside, closing the door behind him. Debbie wondered why she was so overwhelmingly attracted to the boy, for she was normally very reserved and had never let herself have such feelings except for Tom. But today was different! Maybe it was the newness of the place, or the wine, she didn't know, but she seemed to be responding in ways that were completely unfamiliar. To her amazement, her body continued to grow warmer and exceedingly sensitive to texture and heat. Suddenly she became obsessed with the idea of taking her clothes off, to cool her rapidly heating flesh, and soon she was feverishly pulling at the zippers and hooks of her suit until she had freed herself completely of clothes and was totally naked. One of the windows was open slightly, and the warm desert breeze blew into the room, caressing the cream-white skin of her softly rounded body. The sloping protrusion of her firm young breasts grew goose pimply, and the pink-tipped areolas hardened slightly in erotic response to the breeze that wafted over her nakedness like a curtain of gossamer chiffon. She tingled deliciously from head to foot.
Oh, I feel so wonderful, she thought, so wonderful. She lay down on the bed, letting the sensitive curves of her involuntarily aroused body ease sensually against the silken coverlet. Hardly aware of what she was doing, she began to writhe slowly against it, pressing her rounded white buttocks against the smooth material, and wantonly twisting her naked young body as she stretched out wide on the bed. Lazily, she let her hands begin to wander over her newly responsive skin, her fingers grazing sensually over her hips, and moving upward until she found the desire-hardened tips of her warmly throbbing breasts. She cupped the two nakedly soft mounds of flesh in her hands and squeezed them, relishing the tingling delight her actions produced.
I shouldn't he doing this, she thought dimly, in the back of her drug-sodden mind, but I don't care. I don't care! She closed her eyes and felt as if she were floating on a magic cloud high above the earth, billowing high like a bird, without a worry in the world. Unconsciously her hands flew down to her hotly pulsing vaginal split and she tentatively began to touch the heated wet flesh. At once rippling waves of pleasure surged through her loins, and she sighed happily, like a child, letting her eagerly probing fingers penetrate deeper and deeper into her warmly responsive cuntal depths. She sighed deeply, and began to drift into a euphoric sleep, her hands still pressed in the downy warmth of her excited young pussy.
Almost immediately she seemed to start dreaming ... she was still in her room at the Rancho, but it was like a technicolor movie. All the colors were heightened and blurry, and so beautiful that she could scarcely believe it. In the "dream she was shamelessly fingering her vaginal flesh and enjoying it immensely as she pulled the pink, softly pulsating outer lips apart with her fingers. Her legs were spread, opening her feminine softness to the world and exposing the blushing wet entrance to her inner cuntal depths. Tenderly, she stroked it, making it flare moistly open, as she moaned and mewled in utter ecstasy.
Slowly, in her dream, she could see the door to the room open. Sandy entered, only now he was completely naked, his slender young body gleaming like dark copper, his muscles firm and thick, his handsome, youthful face glowing with desire. His long hard penis, rising out of a golden halo of curling pubic hair, was arching mightily upwards, the thick undervein visibly throbbing. Beneath the fully erect cock, his testicles swayed obscenely, pushed forward by his lean, corded thighs. He smiled at her, his teeth glistening, while his hands grasped his massively thick penis, and began to stroke it slowly, rhythmically, up and down. He walked towards her, and she felt desire for him, great waves of hot, pulsing need like nothing she had ever felt for a man before. She wanted him! She wanted him to fuck her, fuck her until she couldn't take it any more. She wanted his strong, youthful body to crush her, to press the softly pliant flesh of her breasts against his hard chest and make her squeal with excitement, and cum ... she wanted to cum with him....
In her dream state she could hear Sandy calling to her...."I want you, baby doll," he said in a melodious drawl, "I want to eat you out and I want to stick my tongue in your sweet, ever loving pussy and lick you until you scream ... and then I'll fuck you ... fuck you with my big, hard cock stuck real deep in your tight little cunt ... would you like that, baby doll? Would you like that?"
"Oh yes," she heard herself moan in a far away voice. "Yess ... yeeessssssss! Lick my pussy ... oh God, lick my pussy!"
The lithely muscular cowboy climbed onto the foot of the wide bed and knelt nakedly before her, his massively long cock jutting upwards like a curving scimitar. His bright eyes glittered with male desire as, slowly, he lowered his face down to the wildly throbbing mound up between her legs. His wet serpentine tongue flicked out to lightly lick the fluted edges of her warmly pulsing cuntal split.
The touch of this stranger's tongue on her eagerly quivering vaginal flesh sent delicious shimmers of warmth rippling through the young wife's nakedly writhing body. She mewled in catlike pleasure as down between her nakedly spread thighs Sandy licked the full length of her fevered cuntal opening, and then began to hungrily suck on her overly sensitive clitoris, teasing it until that little penis-like bud grew erect and began to throb intensely.
"OOOOOooohhhhh," she moaned, scarcely believing the fantastic thrills that sizzled through her hotly throbbing loins. She drew her knees back and lifted her hips upwards in lewd invitation, opening her entire cuntal plane as far as possible to give the lusty youth full access to her hungrily churning pussy. Her hands flew to his tangled hair, and she ran her fingers through it, relishing the feeling of it. She couldn't get enough, it was a wonderful dream, wonderful.
Suddenly, Sandy stiffened his moistened tongue and teasingly explored the desire dilated mouth to her tight little cunt. Then, his tongue wiggling like a crawling serpent, he pushed inside the warm, succulent flesh and began to rotate it inside the softly palpitating interior, sending bursts of radiant heat throughout Debbie's shamelessly aroused body. Her head turned from side to side in mounting ecstasy as he began to whirl his tongue faster and faster inside her. Groaning in lewd delight, she gripped his hair tighter and forced his wetly questing mouth to press hard against her frantically quivering pussy.
At that moment, the partially opened window slammed shut in a sudden gust of wind, and Debbie was jolted awake from her dream. It was only then that, to her horror, she realized that it was no dream! For her legs were pulled up and wantonly spread and the slender young cowboy was ACTUALLY LICKING HER PUSSY! Screaming in fright, the naked young wife struggled to pull away from him.
"What ... what are you doing?" she gasped, kicking her legs furiously in an effort to escape his tantalizing oral probing. The young man lifted his face momentarily, his eyes flashing cruelly.
"I thought I was dreaming! Please ... please go away! Don't touch me!" Debbie alternately pleaded and commanded.
"You wanted this, baby, and I ain't stopping now! You keep struggling, and I'll slap that pretty face so hard you'll think you're dreaming again! You get me?"
"What's happened to you?" she cried in disbelief. Only a few minutes ago he had treated her with gentleness, showing her every courtesy when he brought her to the room. Now he was like a raging beast! Her mind turned over in terror.
I must be drunk! I could never have let this happen unless I was drunk, she thought. Oh God, oh my God!
"Now lay back, Mrs. Lyons. I mean what I say. It wouldn't bother me a bit to crack you one in the mouth!"
With a gasp of horror, Debbie realized she was completely at his mercy. She had to submit to him now, no matter how terrified she was. Closing her eyes to blot out the shameful sight, she lay helplessly back on the bed, trembling from head to foot. Immediately the sadistic young cowboy plunged his face back into the steaming wetness of her pussy, and drove his tongue deeply into the fearfully clenched flesh.
Debbie was confused and mortified. She couldn't imagine how she had gotten into this position, and shame crashed over her like a tidal wave. Yet her body, still under the influence of the powerful aphrodisiac once more began to wantonly respond to Sandy's urgent tongue-fucking, despite her mental humiliation. Hot flickering flashes of desire burned in her warmly throbbing vaginal depths, and her naked skin tingled with excitement that she struggled desperately to resist. She couldn't give in! She couldn't! It was too horrible! Dimly she realized the irony of what had happened. She had tried to escape from her sexual fears and now, apparently, had unwittingly gotten into the situation far more terrible than the one at home.
OH NOOOOO! her mind screamed, as once again the face of Uncle Andy flashed into her brain, making her shudder in fear. I can't stand it, I can't!
Yet the brutal intensity of the cowboy's savagely whirling tongue began to have it's effect on her, aided immensely by the drugged wine, and soon she found her frantically writhing body becoming overwhelmed with surges of animal passion so strong and exciting that it began to obliterate the shameful childhood memories of her uncle. Despite her anxiety, low moans of delight bubbled from deep in her throat, and her increasingly passionate young body began to pulse with ripples of involuntary pleasure.
"UUUNNNNnnnnggggg...." she groaned, "Annnggggg...."
Sandy continued to drive his lewdly licking tongue deeper and deeper into her spontaneously clutching pussy. At the same time, he gripped his still inflated hotly jerking penis in his hand and began to pump it up and down. He knew it was futile to attempt to fuck the drug-dazed girl, she was too conscious now for that, but he was damned if he wasn't going to get off, too, even if he couldn't get it up inside that sweet little cunt of hers.
That can wait till another time, he thought darkly. After all, Ava said just to make sure I get enough for the pictures and tapes, and it doesn't matter how.
But he knew he had been more than successful, for despite Debbie's brief resistance, the drug overpowered her, and she was twisting and turning her upraised pelvis against his mouth, writhing in delight as his ovaled lips greedily sucked on the wet pulsing flesh of her vaginal slit. Meanwhile, he jerked his lust-swollen penis up and down, increasing his own moutning frenzy of passion.
"AAAAANNNNGGGGHHHHH!" the naked young, married woman cried, scarcely believing the waves of excruciating passion that rippled through her helplessly aroused loins and shattered the last of her futile resistance. Her pussy lips flared open hungrily now, and the quivering wet walls of her inner cuntal flesh clutched greedily at the boy's hotly twisting tongue, trying to pull it even further inside her desperately sucking vaginal depths. Her body seemed to be operating on its own, aided by the powerful drug, and furthered by a desperate, unconscious need for the complete sexual release which Debbie had pent up inside her for years. Now there was nothing she could do to stem the tide of raging lust that thundered like a flash flood through her. There was nothing to do but surrender, surrender to it fully.
The excitement was almost unbearable. She was bobbing like a helpless raft on a turbulent sea of sensuality. The fire raging in her loins became an inferno, and she twisted and writhed to accommodate it's urgent hunger. She felt like a shameless whore, vulgar and vile, yet there was nothing she could do about it! Then suddenly she knew instinctively she was close to orgasm, and in a vivid flash she remembered her brief flight of ecstasy the previous evening when Tom had ravished and fucked her so painfully in the anus from behind. She had forgotten that wonderful feeling, it had been so brief, so elusive, but the promise of it was here again! Pinwheels of light seemed to burst behind her tightly closed eyelids! Her nakedly writhing young body was consumed with a cascading delight, and she was afraid she would explode from the overpowering force of her release.
"I'M CUMMMMMINNGGGGGG!" she screamed, not aware that the shrill voice of ecstasy she heard was her own, "OH GODDDD I'M CUMMMIINNNGGGG!"
At the same time, the young cowboy had reached his own climax, for while his feverish tongue-fucking was producing Debbie's lurid responses, it was also increasing his own pleasure. He stroked himself wildly until his rigidly stiffened hardness was nearly raw from the force of it. His heavily bouncing balls began to churn with hot sperm, making his loins ache with the onrush of orgasm. His seething climax grew and grew as he jerked furiously at his cock and bore his face down into the gushing succulent wetness of Debbie's vaginal softness. And suddenly he was there! Jets of thick, milk-white cum squirted obscenely out of the tip of his thickly inflated penis, streaming out and splashing in rich pools on the coverlet. He groaned with aching pleasure into the helplessly pulsing pussy flesh that enveloped his mouth and tongue.
Debbie's madly quaking cuntal walls were consumed with fiery ripples of pleasure as her own hotly cascading cum flowed out, spreading over Sandy's greedily licking tongue. It seemed to go on for hours, and she moaned incoherently, consumed by an obscene delight she had never known existed until yesterday.
Soon, however, their passion began to ebb, and Sandy, having ejaculated the last of his scalding hot sperm onto the bedspread, withdrew from the still softly throbbing body of the deeply drugged young housewife.
Debbie was totally exhausted by the intense tongue-fucking she had received and she lay back after her orgasm to rest for a moment and try to clear her drug-fogged brain. Hearing the door slam, she glanced up and realized with a shock that her young ravisher had left without a word. Suddenly she felt completely frightened and alone. Her rash decision to seek a divorce seemed to have led her into a nightmare worse than the one she had left behind. But she couldn't sort it out now. Her mind and body were so sexually satiated that she felt weighted with lead. Before she knew what had happened, she had fallen into a deep, heavy sleep.
In the next room, Ava watched through a concealed peephole that gave her a perfect view of what had taken place in room 7. She smiled slyly as the drugged young bride fell into an exhausted slumber.
"Good," she said aloud. "She'll probably be out until the morning. That'll give us time to cool her off a little."
The door to the room opened, and Sandy came in, still naked.
"I came for my clothes, Ava. How'd I do?"
"Beautiful, honey," she said, striding over to the handsome, naked young cowboy. "You got me kind of excited myself." She let her hands roam enticingly over the muscular youth's firm, hard body. "And I got plenty of pictures and a very charming tape recording. I think Mrs. Lyons will be with us for quite a while."
"That's real nice, Ava," he drawled, reaching around and fondling the smoothly rounded cheeks of her buttocks encased in tight slacks. "The boys could sure use some fresh cunt like that around here."
"Yeah, that's true," the older woman replied. She smiled provocatively at the handsome youth as she grasped his softened penis and felt it pulsating to life once more as she teased it with her fingers. "And so could I," she laughed. "Baby, so could I!" And to prove her point, she quickly knelt in front of the naked young cowboy. She lifted his half-erected cock to her mouth and then glanced up at him, a wanton smile on her wetly parted lips, "You shouldn't have wasted it all in there. Do you have anything left?"
"Why don't you see, Ava."
"Ummmmmm," the kneeling woman said, and then closing her lips wetly around the smooth rubbery head of his rising hardness, went on to prove that he did have quite a bit of his hotly growing cum left up inside his softly dangling testicles.