Chapter 5
The bright sun streamed into the windows of room seven at the Rancho Delia Reno and fell in the sleeping body of Debbie Lyons. She stirred lazily on the coverlet, relishing the warmth of the sun's rays on her naked limbs, still heavy with sleep. With a sudden rush, however, the young wife became fully conscious, as she remembered where she was and recalled the grotesque sexual incident of the day before.
I must have fallen asleep right afterward and slept through the night, she thought, sitting up wide-eyed with fear, as she remembered the way the deceptively appealing young cowboy had driven her nearly mad with his lurid tongue-fucking despite her fierce resistance.
"I didn't have any control of my passion at all," she said wonderingly. "Why didn't I scream and tear myself away from him? It was as if I were underwater or even ... even drugged. But that's not possible. It must have been the wine, or just that I was exhausted from all that travelling."
Despite her adulterous sexual encounter, however, she noted that she felt curiously refreshed that morning, and her body tingled pleasantly, completely at odds with the deep anxiety that pervaded her psyche.
"I've got to tell Ava about it," she decided. "It was unforgivable of Sandy to take advantage of me that way. I'll tell her I'm leaving, getting a hotel in town ... any place that I can be alone."
Quickly she rose from the bed, showered, and dressed, slipping into a snug, pastel yellow summer dress that clung to her ripe young breasts and flared out at her waist in a full circle of bright cotton. Then she began to rearrange her suitcase, determined to leave as soon as possible. At that moment, there was a soft knock at the door, and the pretty young woman froze, abruptly trembling in fear and apprehension.
"Who ... who is it?"
"It's Sandy, Ma'am...."
"Go away ... oh please go away."
"Let me talk to you for just a second, Mrs. Lyons, please. It's awful important."
The last thing in the world Debbie wanted to do was to face the young cowboy again, yet unaccountably she found herself going to the door and opening it slightly. He looked just as youthfully charming as he had the day before, only now there was a sheepish look on his face.
"Go away," she whispered nervously. "Please. I don't ever want to see you again."
"I can understand how you feel, Ma'am, believe me. I ... I just came by to say how sorry I am for bein' so fresh yesterday. Really, I'm sorry. Could I just come in for a minute to explain? I promise I won't do nothin' bad."
"Sandy ... I...." Despite her disgust at the way he had treated her the day before, she was again taken in by the soft shyness of his manner, the way he glanced nervously down in embarrassment, scuffing his toes as he tried to apologize. "Well," she found herself saying, "all right, come in. But just for a minute." Momentarily, as if a picture had been flashed on the screen for less than a second, she recalled his hot young mouth sucking up between her shamelessly splayed legs. The mental image ripped through her loins, setting up reverberations of the never-to-be-forgotten sensations.
"Thanks, Mrs. Lyons."
She opened the door wide, and he walked in. He was dressed in a bright red cowboy shirt, an orange bandana, and his usual tight Levis and boots. As he passed her, Debbie felt the reverberations turning to unexpected twinges of desire, and she immediately repressed the feeling, chastising herself inwardly for being so foolish. She closed the door and turned to face him.
"Look, Ma'am, I did an awful thing yesterday afternoon, and there ain't no excuse in the world for it. It's just that I ... I guess I been sort of lonesome fer female company, lately, and when I saw you ... I ... I sort of got carried away ... You were just so pretty and sweet ... Hell, I just sort of went crazy, you know?"
"I ... I understand, Sandy. Let's just pretend it never happened."
"Then you won't tell Miss Lattimer?"
"I ... I had planned to, I admit ... I mean I simply can't stay here after what happened. Do you understand?"
"Oh, believe me, I wouldn't blame you if you left, but please don't tell Miss Lattimer about what I did. I'd be fired right on the spot, I know it, and ... well, frankly, Ma'am, this is the first job I've had in a long time, and I need the money real bad. If Miss Lattimer thought I was drivin' her customers away she'd blow her stack and once the news got out, I probably couldn't get no other job anywhere in Nevada."
"I ... I don't know what to say, Sandy. I certainly don't want to make things difficult for you. But I can't stay here any longer. I can't."
"Look, Ma'am ... all I ask is that you give me another chance. I know it's crazy for me to even suggest it, but I thought maybe we could go out in the hills with a picnic lunch and relax. I promise I won't do nothin' like I did yesterday. You see I want to make up fer bein' such a fool. Would you give me just one more chance Ma'am? Please?"
Debbie was torn by his earnest request. One part of her resisted it deeply, yet he was so convincing, so sincere, that she wanted to trust him and give him the chance he asked for.
"Sandy ... I don't know what to say ... I ... "
"Just say yes, Mrs. Lyons. I promise you'll have the time of your life." He smiled at her with such boyish charm, that her heart melted on the spot.
"All right ... I probably shouldn't ... but all right, yes ... let's go on that picnic."
"Oh thank you, Ma'am ... thanks a heap."
"It's all right ... and ... why don't you call me Debbie?"
Three hours later, the young wife and the cowboy sat on a wide blanket under the shade of a large tree where a running stream cut through the desert, providing an oasis of greenery in the vast landscape. They had eaten a huge lunch of chicken sandwiches, potato salad, and red wine, and now they lay on the blanket, their bodies carefully not touching, enjoying the pleasant warmth of the day.
"Oh that was so delicious," the young wife said as she gazed up at the high blue arc of the sky, "and it's so pretty here. I always thought the desert would be an ugly place, but it isn't."
She felt quite pleasant now after a good lunch and the wine. Sandy, true to his word, had been polite and gentlemanly throughout the day, from the moment they left the Rancho in the open jeep and all through the meal, so that Debbie felt completely at ease with him and was sure she had been right to give him another chance.
After all, she reasoned as she watched a bird circling through the clouds, I'm practically a free woman now ... I can't stay closed off from things all my life.
Sandy rose from the blanket and stretched lazily. Debbie could hardly keep her eyes from roving curiously over his slender, muscular body.
Generally it was something she never allowed herself, but an imperceptible change had come over her during the last two days. The stormy sexual confrontations she had been subjected to had apparently removed some of her sexual inhibitions. Though she struggled not to show it, there was something about the young cowboy that attracted her, attracted her in a sexual way despite the fact that he had forced her to submit to his obscene oral rape the day before. Perhaps it was the cowboy clothes, or the exotic cowboy drawl, she couldn't be certain, but even after his crude attack, she still felt warmly towards him, and oddly ... desirous of him. I don't know what's happening to me, she thought, bewildered by her conflicting feelings. Why am I so attracted to him like this?
"Man," Sandy said as he stretched the kinks from his hard-muscled frame, "it's such a nice day. Little hot though. Do you mind if I take my shirt off, Ma'am...." he asked, smiling with boyish modesty, "no funny business intended, of course. I'd just be a mite cooler ... that's all."
"Of course," Debbie said, laughing agreeably, "please do. I'm not a tight-lipped spinster yet, you know."
Slowly he unbuttoned the tight-fitting shirt and eased it off of his body, revealing his tight, wiry chest and shoulders. His skin was deeply tanned, gleaming like copper in the early afternoon light, and every muscle rippled as he moved. Despite herself, Debbie found her eyes drinking in his handsome body, almost yearning to reach out and touch it ... caress it tenderly.
The youth carefully folded his garment, placed it on the blanket and sat down again, this time a little closer to the young housewife who grew slightly apprehensive at his nearness. Yet mixed with this tension was a strange warmth that grew throbbingly in her loins and made her body tingle with excitement.
Sandy stretched out his full length beside her, sighing deeply.
"Man, oh man, this sure feels fine. A nice day, a pretty woman to keep me company, what more can a man ask for?"
He turned and smiled at Debbie, his white teeth flashing, his eyes radiating friendly warmth.
"This has been a wonderful day, Sandy," Debbie found herself saying. "Really, I've enjoyed myself so much."
"Then you think you can forgive me for being such an animal yesterday?"
"Of course ... of course I forgive you."
His face was so temptingly near hers with his full dark lips so inviting that she had to restrain herself forcibly from leaning over and kissing him.
Yet even as she struggled to hold herself back, a deeper instinct began to draw her closer to the languid young man, a darker urge that had been tapped only three days before, calling her body to undreamed of pleasure. A voice screamed inside her to kiss him, to ignore her conscience and her fears ... kiss him ... kiss him.
Before she knew what she was doing, the trusting young wife drew close to the cowboy and kissed him on the lips softly. How wonderful it felt, how sweet and pleasant. Her body began to ache warmly at the contact of her ripe young lips with his, and soon their bodies were pressed close together, his hard male frame lightly grazing her female softness in tender caress. Within a few moments, desire rose steadily between them, and Sandy took her in his arms, holding her close, while they held their kiss for what seemed like an eternity.
Oh, the young housewife mused dreamily, how lovely it feels to have him next to me like this ... It isn't wrong, it isn't!
Suddenly the sound of horses hoof beats interrupted the blissful embrace, and Debbie terrified, pulled away from Sandy and sat up, nervously smoothing her dress and patting her hair into place. A black stallion trotted towards them, and astride the huge beast was a swarthy cowboy wearing a black cowboy hat, a studded black leather vest, black shirt, and tight black jeans with studded black leather boots. His ominous appearance startled the young woman, and anxiety returned, making her heart pound like a hammer in her chest. She felt ridiculous now, for having let herself go so shamelessly with Sandy moments before.
"Well howdy, Roy," Sandy called, rising to greet the new arrival. "Nice to see you."
Roy reined the horse to a halt and sat in his saddle, looking down at the other two, a sly smirk playing on his lips.
"Nice afternoon, ain't it," he said in a husky drawl.
"Sure is," Sandy replied. "This here's Debbie."
Roy stared at her brazenly, letting his dark cold eyes travel lewdly over the nervous young girl's voluptuously endowed body. Slowly he tipped his hat, revealing a thick mass of unkempt brown hair.
"Afternoon, Ma'am," he said, with a strange edge to his voice. "Looks like you and Sandy been gettin' on real friendly-like."
Debbie blushed and glanced away. How dare he say such a thing, she thought. He's vulgar and coarse.
The swarthy cowboy dismounted easily from his horse and tied the stallion to a tree, then swaggered towards the blanket.
"Been a mighty hot day, Sandy," he growled. "I'm feelin' kinda strange, after ridin' round on old Blackie here." He reached down with a wide hand and placed it firmly over the huge mound that his massive male genitals made in the tight crotch of his black jeans. Debbie was shocked by the gesture, yet she couldn't tear her eyes from his magnetic, menacing presence. He massaged his groin openly, grinning so that his thick lips pulled back over his prominently showing teeth in a manner that made the young girl grow anxious in the pit of her stomach. "How 'bout sharin' your little filly with me, Sandy? I see ya got her all primed up."
Quickly Debbie scrambled to her feet, terror bursting through her brain with the force of a crack of thunder.
"How dare you!" she cried. "Sandy, I want to go back to the ranch now. Please."
Sandy turned to her, and at once she noticed that a darkly depraved glint had come into his eyes, altering his boyish appearance drastically as it had briefly the first day she met him.
"Now Debbie, that wouldn't be polite now would it? I mean, Roy here's my friend; and I like to share my good fortune with my friends, if you know what I mean."
The two cowboys laughed obscenely, and in that moment Debbie realized that once more she had been completely deceived.
"Oh no ... NOOOOOOO!" she cried in fear, and began to run blindly away to escape them, lifting her dress slightly to give her more freedom.
But Roy followed her quickly, easily catching the petite young bride and grabbing her roughly by the arm.
"Now Ma'am, that ain't no way to behave. It ain't proper to run away like that. Me and Sandy just want to have a little fun with you, that's all."
"Leave me alone, you filthy animal," she spat angrily. "You're disgusting!"
Suddenly Roy drew back his hand and slapped her cruelly in the face; the force of the brutal blow sent her sprawling in the hot sand of the desert, stinging pain burning her cheek.
"No fuckin' bitch talks to me like that, get it? No way! I guess we're just gonna have to show you we mean business."
Quickly he withdrew a short piece of rawhide from his wide belt and stalked over to where the terrified young wife cowered sobbing in the sand. Before she knew what was happening, he had gripped her wrists and wrapped the leather thongs around them, so that her arms were bound behind her back.
"Guess I got to bind you up like a heifer that's too frisky, Ma'am."
"Why are you doing this to me? Why?" she moaned, quivering in unsurpressed terror.
"Real easy Ma'am. I get a kick out of it. Sandy does, too."
With a groan of despair, the tightly bound young woman realized that all of Sandy's charm had been only a cruel ruse to continue his depraved sexual abuse of her, but now he had even obviously planned to include his swarthy friend, Roy, in on a gang bang of her as well. Instinctively she knew she could do nothing but submit to their perverse desire ... at least until she got back to the Rancho. She was their captive, miles from any help, and who knew what they would do to her if she tried to resist. God, they could simply leave her tied out here carrion for the vultures and coyotes. The stinging pain that lingered in her cheek was a vivid reminder that the one named Roy, particularly, would stop at nothing to get what he wanted and to flood his hotly waiting male sperm deep up inside her. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her mind fully grasped the reality of her situation. She was their plaything, their helpless sexual toy! And to live, she must submit to their every lewd wish!
Roughly, Roy pulled her to her feet and gripped her elbow, forcing her to walk with him back to the shade of the tree. Through her tear-dimmed eyes, she could see that Sandy had already stripped completely naked, and was massaging his huge thick penis into a rigidly pulsating erection. She stumbled along in the dirt and sand, brutally shoved ahead by the muscular cowboy, until she was finally pushed down onto the blanket, tumbling in a limp, unresisting heap, her wrists stinging from the tightness of the leather thong. Mercifully the shade of the tree gave her some relief from the heat, and she lay helplessly on her back trying to ease her anxiety, attempting to prepare herself for the horrible sexual obscentities she knew they would inflict upon her defenseless young body.
"Don't get so fuckin' excited, Sandy," Roy snarled as he began to quickly strip himself. "You had a taste of this little cunt yesterday. My turn now, buddy. I get first crack at fuckin' her snooty lil pussy."
"Sure thing, Roy," the younger cowboy agreed quickly, obviously a little frightened of the sadistic older cowboy. "Go right ahead."
"That's mighty friendly of you, Sandy," he said, laughing sardonically.
Bending over the captive young wife, with a lewd smile twisting across his face, Roy, who now wore only his jeans and boots, began to paw at the front of her dress, unbuttoning the tightly clinging garment until it was fully open, all the way down the front.
"Now that's what I'd call a nice pair of tits, Sandy, wouldn't you say?"
"Yeah, she's a real nice piece of ass," Sandy assured carelessly.
Debbie closed her eyes tightly, trying to blot out the depraved conversation from her mind, trying to close her ears to the foul language they used in discussing her, as though she were nothing more than a slave on the selling block. With a broad-bladed knife, Roy sliced away the straps of her brassiere, which could not be slipped down her tightly bound arms and tossed it away. Her ripe young breasts quivered at the sudden exposure to the air; her nipples hardened and grew taut. Her bound wrists pressed against the small of her back, and she tried desperately to ease the pain caused by the tight rawhide thong, but it was no use.
Roy straddled his legs on either side of her fearfully quivering hips, then knelt, bending down so that his wetly thick lips closed around first one softly throbbing breast, then the other, hungrily sucking and biting at the tender upthrust flesh like a starving dog suddenly thrown a bone. Meanwhile, the roughly pinioned young wife could feel Sandy working eagerly at the thin elastic crotchband of her panties, crudely pulling down the sheer material to expose her defenselessly naked vaginal triangle. The tight elastic moved down over the sensitive flesh of her frantically kicking legs as the youth peeled off her panties and tossed them carelessly over a limb of a tree.
"She's all set to fuck," he said to Roy who was still busily working his mouth around her painfully throbbing breasts.
"Oh God ... no ... don't, please don't!" Debbie cried, her eyes wide with terror.
At hearing her pleading voice, the swarthy male pulled away, leaving Debbie's wetly glistening nipples nearly raw and red from his vicious sucking.
"I'm so hot I could about cum right now in my pants," Roy mewled, as he unhitched his belt buckle. "Turn the fucking little bitch over. I'm gonna give her a special treat."
"No, Sandy ... plee-ease! OHHHHH!"
Ignoring her pitiful begging, the young cowboy bent down and gripped the young woman's hips with his hands, forcing her to turn over on her stomach. Then he pulled the summer dress up so that it was bunched up around her tightly bound wrists, his eyes hungrily drinking in the gleaming white moons of her nakedly rounded ass cheeks. She lay without struggling now, small gasps of humiliation and shame coursing from her mouth. Her completely bared buttocks quivered slightly from the deep soulful sobs that periodically escaped her lips.
Roy stood at the end of the blanket, now completely stripped. He waited for a moment, standing between her ankles, while his thick, monstrous cock, long and muscular, grew even more erect and jerked lewdly at the sight of her helplessly exposed lower belly and thighs. He then stopped, grabbing both of the subjugated girl's ankles and forced them outward harshly, splaying her legs wide apart.
"Oh no, please no," she whimpered as she felt the cool rush of air between her thighs. Her helplessly naked body squirmed in a futile gesture of resistance as she tried to worm her way down deeper into the blanket.
"Hold her, hold her," Roy yelled to Sandy, who pushed his hand hard down into the small of her back, pressing her stomach tight against the ground. Debbie struggled again for a moment, then lay still, her body shaking with sobs and terrified pleading that rumbled unheard from her throat.
The muscular cowboy dropped to his knees between the girl's legs and ran his hands greedily over the long, tapering lines of her trembling calves and up inside her soft inner thighs to the faintly moistened interior up between her legs. The shadowy cuntal slit between her thighs was deep and inviting, and Roy growled in rising excitement as he ran the edge of his hand down the smoothly yielding crevice of the young wife's helplessly exposed buttocks, parting it slightly so that her tiny puckered anus was visible to his lewdly gaping eyes.
Oh no, Debbie thought in terror as she remembered her young husband's attack on her tiny virginal anus a few days before, not there again! Oh God, NOOOOO!
Roy leered down at the cowering girl and slowly pressed his thumbs outward, forcing aside the soft white mounds of her ass-cheeks as she groaned and tried to tense them together, but he dug his fingers hard into the nakedly pliant flesh until she realized resistance only meant pain and that it was best to surrender and let him spread them apart as far as he wished. The lust-crazed cowboy sucked in his breath as the tiny little circle of exposed anal flesh came into view again. He pushed one hand down and thrust experimentally at it with his outstretched middle finger. Debbie jerked forward and cried out as she felt his finger intrude harshly into the tight rubbery opening back between her buttocks. She was humiliated to the very core of her being at the thought of being raped there again after the horrifying ordeal with her husband only three days previously. Only this was even worse because now the rapist was a perfect stranger, and she was helplessly bound on a blanket in the middle of the desert! She pressed her pelvis hard down into the blanket, her firm white buttocks tensing together to escape the finger being wormed relentlessly up into her rectal depths; but her resistance was useless, for he burrowed forward again, sinking it to the first knuckle.
"AAA AA ANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" she gasped pitifully, clenching her ass-cheeks together as tight as she could and trapping his hand between the desperately resisting mounds.
"Open it, bitch," he commanded brutally, slapping her harshly on the nakedly clenched buttocks with his free hand and pushing down with all his strength with the other until his finger broke through the desperate but useless resistance of her rectal muscles and sunk in up to the second knuckle. She groaned aloud and then in piteous submission relaxed her sphincter muscles and let him do as he wished.
As he worked his finger around mercilessly into her abused little anus, widening and preparing it for the greater entry to come, he began to stroke his heatedly swollen cock with his other hand, preparatory to ass-fucking the defenseless young woman spread-eagled on her belly beneath him. He pulled his thick foreskin back with his thumb and forefinger, exposing the huge bulbous head, and aimed the long thick instrument directly at the tightly puckered hole now partially stretched from the merciless rotation of his stiffened middle finger.
He opened her nakedly trembling buttocks again with his thumbs, withdrawing his finger and leaning forward to drop a large gob of spittle on her anus to moisten and lubricate his entry. Then he leaned forward, pressing the whole of his body into her back, and his massively pulsating cock slid along the slightly sweat-dampened crevice until the tip of it rested heavily against the tiny, nakedly throbbing hole. Then, levering himself up, he pulled her hips upward until she was kneeling slave-like before him, his lust-swollen cock pressed tight against the vainly clenched opening as mercilessly he bore down on her, forcing the huge cockhead cruelly forward into her tightly clenched little anal opening.
Debbie writhed and moaned in pain, both from the brutal pressure against her futilely resisting rectum and from the sting of the rawhide around her wrists. Never had she experienced such deep humiliation, and there was nothing she could do about it, nothing! She was their slave, their animallike kneeling slave! Her naked young body was theirs to use and abuse as lewdly and obscenely as they wished!
Sandy watched hungrily as Roy's unrelenting staff burrowed further into the tightly resisting ring of rectal flesh which clasped around the tip of the cowboy's massive cock like a cruelly stretched rubber band. He wanted to fuck this little filly too, and his cock lurched in almost uncontrollable excitement, rigidly jerking with lust and hungry anticipation. His time would come soon, he knew, very soon.
"Oooooooooh God, you're ripping me open!!!" Debbie gasped as the one named Roy's massively swollen penis finally hammered its brutal way into the painfully cringing depths of her rectum. Then, there was a slight hissing noise around her wide-stretched anal lips and miraculously it was sunk all the way in to the hilt. She jerked spasmodically for a moment and then froze in her helplessly kneeling position to try and ease the excruciating pain of, the cruel and complete filling of her tightly stretched little rectum. It was useless to resist further, as each movement of her body only served to widen and stretch the tiny cavern to greater and more painful dimensions. Besides, the deed was done; he was sunk all the way up inside her. There was nothing to do now but let him have his way ... minutes, maybe it would take just minutes to get it over with if she tried not to fight it.
"Goddamn, it's a nice tight little asshole," Roy growled above her. He reached down, grasping her firmly rounded hips in his hands and pulled her even higher up on her knees, bending her subservient young body unmercifully. Then he began to fuck in and out of her painfully stretched rectal opening with long smooth strokes, bringing ever greater groans of protest and humiliation from her lips each time he thrust forward.
Sandy, standing impatiently beside them and eagerly stroking his long hard penis, was going out of his mind, eager to join in the orgy.
"Hey, Roy, come on pal, turn her back over on top of you so I can fuck her hot lil' pussy while you fuck 'er ass!"
"Glad to oblige, partner," the other cowboy replied, and locking his hands tightly to Debbie's hips, he rolled to the side, pulling her over and backwards with him so that she now lay on her back on top of him. His heatedly throbbing cock was still imbedded deep up inside her hotly quivering anus as she lay on him full length with her back and tightly bound wrists pressed down against his stomach and chest.
The younger man lost no time in pulling Debbie's legs even further apart so that they dangled out side over the man beneath's legs, her pinkly pulsing young vagina helplessly exposed just above the long thick pole of Roy's cock up in her rectum. Then he grasped his painfully throbbing penis and guided it swiftly to the moistly throbbing opening of the captive young woman's defenselessly spread little pussy as with a sudden deep-throated grunt, he rammed forward with all his brutal young strength, and his long hard thickness disappeared deep inside her already cock-filled belly.
"Oooohhhhh," she groaned as its heatedly pulsating length slithered into her to join Roy's cock still buried far up inside her burning rectal depths. Debbie lay moaning and sobbing hopelessly from the pain and almost unbearable shame of being sandwiched between two total strangers, impaled between their hotly throbbing penises like an insect, with only the thin wall of flesh between her anus and vagina to separate the two viciously imbedded instruments of torture.
Sandy began immediately to fuck into Debbie's wetly throbbing pussy, excited nearly to the bursting point after watching Roy's cruel rape of her anus. He fucked into her with hard, frenzied strokes while Roy, beneath, began thrusting up with cruelly knifing force into the depths of her ass. It took a moment, but then they developed a natural rhythm, bulleting her between them like a sack of soft, resilient foam rubber. She was groaning, a single low whine which went on and on all the time they ground into her, interrupted occasionally by a deep grunt from her chest as they smacked into her body with harder and harder force.
The young housewife's loins were stretched wide by the two thick rods of male flesh, and she was sure that she had reached the lowest point of degradation that any woman had ever had to endure. Every inch of her milk-white body throbbed with stinging, torturous pain. She felt drowned in humiliation, no longer even human, simply one great mass of abused and cruelly ravaged flesh.
But then, deep in her loins, as the two cowboys fucked her mercilessly, a totally alien sensation began to grow, faint zephyrs of unwanted pleasure that grew stronger ... and stronger ... with each brutally ramming stroke from above and below. It seemed to extend to every part of her tortured young body. Her nakedly tingling skin began to ripple with it, her mind reeled, and every nerve-ending in her body became alive as the zephyrs grew in force until gale winds of masochistic delight were sweeping through her entire being.
She was enjoying it! Bound and captive, raped in the anus and vagina by two complete strangers, and she was enjoying it! She hardly had time to comprehend the full meaning of this bewildering turn of events, as an overpowering wave of ecstasy washed over her fevered body, obliterating completely the humiliation and burning shame of being fucked by other men other than her husband. It mingled with the sharply wrenching pain so that she shook with a deeply thrilling sense of savage animal excitement. She loved it, and as the feeling grew, she began to moan in pleasure, twisting and writhing her cock-ravaged body between the two abandonedly fucking cowboys like a lust-conquered whore.
A raging hurricane of masochistic delight swirled from the depths of her helplessness, and the realization of her lewd position, shameful only moments before, now charged her with sexual excitement. Her hips began to move eagerly backwards to meet the savage upthrusting of Roy's rigidly knifing cock, and then forward again to swallow the whole of Sandy's thickly plunging penis. She undulated wildly between the two hairy male bodies, her buttocks rotating and heaving against them. She was free! Free for the first time in her life, free from Uncle Andy, free from her fear, free even of her husband!
"YEEEESSSSSSS!" she screamed wildly, "OH CHRIST YEESSSSSS! FUCK MEEEEEE GOOOOODDDDD!"
Wilder and wilder the two men fucked, urged on by her obvious change of attitude and lewdly abandoned cries. All three of them groaned in bestial excitement and howled a bizarre cry of heated sexual debauchery.
Debbie was out of her mind with pleasure now, and she began sobbing excitedly as her nakedly thrashing loins reached even greater heights of lusty excitement. Then, without warning, she was cumming ... cumming uncontrollably, and her madly throbbing cuntal walls secreted a sweetly gushing fluid that drove her nearly incoherent with delight. She was screaming, almost insanely, "I'm cumming ... Oh god, I'm cuummmmming!" Her eyes rolled upwards in her head, and her wantonly writhing body was delirious with ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm rolled like reverberating thunder through her wetly exploding cuntal interior.
Roy and Sandy both sensed her overpowering excitement, and it charged them with renewed strength. Their two massively inflated cocks became charged with raw masculine power as they fucked her from above and below, searing the twin channels of her loins like mighty cannons, sharing the triumph of their subjugation of this ravishingly beautiful creature pressed hotly between their lust-driven bodies.
"UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!" Sandy groaned, as his sperm-bloated testicles suddenly tightened and began to erupt under the intolerable pressure. "I'm cumming. CUUUMMMIIINNNG! AHHHHH!"
And suddenly he was there, spurting wave after wave of white hot cum into Debbie's furiously quaking cunt, emptying himself with deep guttural moans, filling her with his liquid manhood. Beneath the squirming young wife and the violently cumming cowboy, Roy held off as long as possible, priding himself in his ability to withhold his climax until the moment when he felt the time was ripe for his release. Yet the lewdly excited cries of orgasm from Sandy and the young wife above him drove him time and time again to the bursting point, and it was only with great effort that he held back his scalding load of sperm. Finally, however, he wanted to wait no longer, and he began to knife his massively hardened cock upwards into Debbie's greedily clenching anus like a jackhammer. The enormous force of his thrusts lifted both the other cowboy and the ravaged girl momentarily upwards. On and on he drove, his great strength charging like a bull as he tore cruelly upwards into the girl's cock-filled rectal depths. His enormous swollen balls could no longer hold his wildly churning semen, and the thickly boiling cum traveled up the massive length of his upward plunging cock until it burst through the parted glans of his cockhead and gushed into the dark interior of Debbie's bowels, filling her with a radiant burst of wet heat that enhanced her delight beyond measure.
On and on it came as though he were urinating up into her back there, until finally, with a soft, wet plopping noise, Sandy pulled away, exhausted, leaving only Roy to complete his last few hard strokes until he, too, was drained of his sperm. Then he stopped, leaving the exhausted young girl lying inertly on top of his thickly muscled body.
"Man, that was a real good fuck," the ravished young wife heard Sandy say as he began to dress. Vaguely she could feel herself being thrust onto her side as the one named Roy withdrew his semen-drained cock from her flooded rectal depths and rolled himself from beneath her. But her thoughts were far away from the two men. She was still completely in the thrall of the overwhelming pleasure of her orgasm. Finally, finally, for the first time in her life, she had reached the apex of pleasure, fully and freely. Her body vibrated from head to foot with a mixture of pain and rapture. She could hear Roy getting dressed also, and the two cowboys exchanging lewd remarks about her sperm-drenched nakedness but she no longer cared.
She lay on her back on the blanket, her legs still lewdly spread and watched a blackbird circling high above, making a high wide arc in the sky.
Oh God, she thought, closing her eyes and trying to still the thunderous beating of her heart, I loved it ... I loved every lewd, sinful minute of it!