Cheating Raped Wife
(M+/Fff, nc, size, cheat, anal)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

Lisa Roberts had hoped to book a flight on an Airbus, but had decided not to wait until the following day just to satisfy a whim. The 727 was quite adequate in luxury and she certainly hadn't counted on getting an entire row of empty seats all to herself. Anyway, the whole thing was that she get to her darling, her handsome, sorely missed husband as soon as possible, and flight 641 to Los Angeles International Airport has provided that six hour transition from Bratham, Massachusetts.

She recalled that she'd smiled to herself as she gazed out the window at nothing but blue atmosphere and fluffy white clouds, smiled at the time-passing thought of what the two GIs were probably thinking just behind her. The empty seat to her right was going to make for some amusing and pleasant situations she'd decided, and it had. After all, she'd hardly resembled a wife of four years with her long blond hair and the way she was dressed, fashionable from the short-skirted business suit standpoint and the fact that she was traveling solo. Who would ever guess that she was carrying six packets of ten one-thousand dollar bills in her purse, not a bulky arrangement, and snugly squeezed between herself and the inside arm of her seat? Sixty thousand dollars, the final settlement once the insurance company had decided that Dabney Roberts had truly and accidentally drowned at sea while on a fishing holiday. Of course, his body had never been found, how could it have been, when he was waiting for her right at that moment in California?

Two years, two long, lonesome and empty years, well, at least nearly that long before the insurance company had settled. Naturally, she'd had to have some innocent diversion; she was, after all, only twenty years old, and not the slightest bit in the dark regarding her physical attraction. Even so, she'd been extremely careful, never going anywhere without Nick, her half- brother, whom Dabney had yet to meet, and the only living relative she had in the world. Truly, Nick had been super to her, but a straight girl hardly found much enjoyment in the places a gay escort preferred to take her, which had been, perhaps, just as well. The brother-sister thing had helped to allay any suspicions during the long insurance investigation.

Both her waking and dreaming hours had been constantly occupied with Dabney anyway, her lover-husband who had finally made her see that it was the only way they could ever get a start; but for months she had fought him over the wicked idea, until he had eventually made her realize that accountants were to be had at ten cents the gross, and she remembered how he had influenced her with his warm kisses and passionate lovemaking each night, remembered as the young GI sat down in the empty seat beside her smiling openly and explaining how he was just back from twenty-eight months in Germany and was going home to Los Angeles. Later, the other, his buddy, had been a bit more aggressive, but it'd been the salesman from Newark who had the line, Lisa recalled.

He'd been a smooth one all right, and she had drunk two cocktails while listening to his plight concerning his frigid wife. She had even enjoyed dinner and a game of Rummy with him, but had merely laughed off his invitation to see LA. She remembered that his handsome teeth hadn't been as white nor as even as Dabney's, and now, lying there beside her darling husband at last, she realized how much she really loved this man who had persuaded her into helping him commit a sizable swindle. She wasn't sorry, they were going to be so happy.

"A penny for your thoughts, Baby," Dabney whispered hotly into her face. "You were some where way off there for a moment."

"I was dreaming, I just can't believe we're together again, at last," she breathed lovingly, feeling him draw her naked body tighter to his own lean, strong one; yet, at the same time, she couldn't help the little unpleasant feeling that had been with her ever since he'd picked her up at the airport and brought her there. He had changed, but in ways she was yet unable to pinpoint; he seemed harder, more calloused perhaps, and the jargon he used, obviously the influence of these people he associated with .. but physically, yes, yes, he was the same physically! She could feel his rigid penis pressed against her hot thigh, and she tried to remember the length and thickness of it, the way it looked standing out from his strong, hairy loins, so stiff and proud with its cape of thick skin, the exciting, moist eye staring at her lasciviously from the tip of its purplish, massive head, and the masculine spectacle of his full, potent balls hanging fulfillingly between his powerful thighs. Tremors of sensual delight rippled through her as she realized how badly she wanted him, needed him!

"I told you, Lisa baby! Didn't I? I told you it'd all come off if we played it cool, and you did! You sure did, Rabbit! Damn, what a doll you are!"

He lay beside her, drawing her possessively inside his arms, crushing her huge, milky E-cup breasts against his hairy chest, while simultaneously, he shifted his hips to pressure his swollen hardness into the softness of her white belly. He kissed her, searching her receptive mouth with his hot tongue, then withdrew it. "I knew it'd work," he said. "I knew it! Did you ever doubt it?"

"S-Sometimes, sometimes, when the days dragged by back there, and there was snow, snow, snow, it was so cold, so goddamned bleak!"

"You were a trooper, Baby!"

"I used to cry a lot, it seemed almost as if you really were dead, and I would cry, Sometimes, it helped."

"You should've gone out, had yourself a ball."

"I couldn't very well, not then. They were always watching me, at least, I felt that they were, Later, I went out some, but always with Nick along.

"Nick? Who the hell? Oh, you mean that goddamned creep half-brother of yours. When did he get back?"

"He was discharged just after you, you disappeared. You'd like him, Darling."

"Hmmm, maybe, but it's no wonder you're like a coiled spring, depending on a queer half-brother to jockey you around."

"I had to be careful, you know," Lisa reminded him.

He grinned. "And you were, Slick, sixty-grand worth!" He clutched at her breast, caressing and stroking it, tweaking the sensitive, distended nipple until she thought she'd cry out with the joy of it. He kissed her, sinking his hot, moist tongue into her mouth and she teased and loved it with her own. Finally, he said: "You're glad to see me aren't you, Baby?"

"What do you think?"

"Yeah, yeah," he sighed and chuckled warmly, stroking her back and slender waist, then the smooth globes of her silken- skinned asscheeks. "Listen, I missed you, too! You better know that Christ, there were times when I damned near flipped and wanted to call you, but I knew I couldn't. After I sent the card telling you where I was, I knew I had to wait."

"And that was over a year ago," she whispered.

"I know, I know. But I kept telling myself that it was worth it, and it was, wasn't it? Wasn't it?"

She drew her arm from around his shoulder and leaned back to better see his face in the meager light the tiny dresser lamp shown. "Who, who are they, all these people, Dabney? How did you meet them? What're you doing here?"

He looked at her for a moment, then first expressed himself with a warm, reassuring smile. "Honey, I don't know what I'd have done without these people, Oh, not all of them, of course, but Shug, John and April, Shug, the poor dumb ox, he's been with me since I first hit this state. He's like a devoted moose - nothing upstairs, but a guy never had a better bodyguard. And John and April, they were friends right from the beginning. We, Shug and I that is, met them one night on the strip. Jesus, I couldn't find a job, I was right next to pan handling, when they latched onto us. They said they owned this place some fifty-miles up the beach, an old resort hotel his father left him.

"Is that what this place is?"

"Sure enough is, Baby. Once, back in the late twenties, it was a popular spot for silent screen stars, weekend shack-up trysts and the like. John says when he was a kid there was some other activity nearby, a dance pavilion and another hotel, but they burned down and now there's nothing but peace and quiet. Listen, You ever heard anything prettier sounding than that surf pounding out there, Baby?"

Lisa lay quietly, listening. She heard the wash, the rising crescendo, then, the back tide. It was, it was beautiful! Only once on Cape Cod as a little girl had she ever heard its equal.

"Crazy, eh?"

"Yes, yes, Darling," she whispered. "It is a beautiful sound."

"And that's why I'm here, Rabbit, because it's beautiful, and so are they, April and John. Christ, the world ought to have more people like."

"Are they married?"

"Hell yes, seven or eight years,and they know how to live, doll, as you'll see."

"What about the others, Dabney?" she interrupted. "There must be twenty or so, fellows and girls, most of them just kids. Do they live here, too?"

"They come and go, Baby. They've got no place so John gives them one, a place to sleep, food to eat, and they can stay as long as they like.

"But how can he afford to feed them all?"

"John's got a small income from his father's estate; then, those who do have jobs or whatever, dump their money into the pot to take care of the other less fortunates."

"Dabney, most of them, they looked as if they were on stuff, They were, weren't they? Most of them, I mean, even the two homosexuals, they were high."

Dabney laughed. "Oh, Baby, Baby! You've got a lot to learn! Wow! I hope you don't have hangups on dope, I mean, this country rocks with it, lover."

"I don't have any hangups, and I know all about dope, but to find you living here, Darling."

"Hey, look, Baby, this is it, where it's at, eh! Listen, these kids might well be you and me except for a few years! I mean, they're with it, happy, doing their own thing! Christ, Slick, don't put 'em down, not even the fags, And incidentally, how come you spotted them? Charlie and Ted are cool cats, not readily tagged as gay boys."

"Remember me, husband, the half-sister of Nickie.

"Oh, shit, I forgot, Yeah, you got an eye for those dollies haven't you?"

"He was good to me, Darling, in my hour of need, so as to speak," Lisa said, smiling.

Dabney stared into her green eyes lustfully; he had to see her long pent-up desire there, she knew, and all else began to fade from her mind. He ran his hand through her long flaxen hair and down to her breast, cupping its velvety fullness hungrily, then, smothering it with his face, his lips encompassing its pink, vibrant nipple, his tongue teasing and loving it.

Lisa felt the pent-up sensations of deprived months and months racing through her belly and loins. She kissed his temple, his cheek, his ear, teasing her tiny tongue into it; then she felt his hand moving down her waist and hips, across her abdomen toward the gilded, long mound between her legs, and at last, the soft, gently throbbing lips of her cunt, felt the sharpness of his fingernail tracing the thin pink line of her adjoined pussy- lips down toward the soft orbs of her asscheeks, the smooth furrow separating them, the tiny, raised, hairless opening of her ass.

God! Oh, how she wanted him!

"I'm going to fuck you now, Rabbit!" he hissed hotly. "I'm going to make up for two years in two hours! I'm going to bury my cock in you and blow my balls right inside your soft little belly."

"Oh, oh, yes, yes, Darling, yesssss!" Lisa whimpered, his beautiful and lewd love words setting her brain aflame with passion. "Oh, Lord, do it. Baby! Please fuck me good and empty your love juice into me! I need it so badly!"

She couldn't restrain from squirming onto her back and forcefully drawing him between her widespread thighs, opening and lifting her legs further as she reached down between them to find his prick, her eyes closed, her mouth opened and breathing heavily as she heard him grunt when her fingers encircled its hot hardness. OOhhh Goddd!" she moaned, manipulating his turgid cock-head upward from her asscheeks between the moist lips of her wanting cunt, spreading them and the entwining golden pubic hair apart, finally placing it at the mouth of her quivering little pussy. She felt his warm, strong hands clutching at her breasts and the ecstasy of his weight cradled between her thighs, heavy upon her pelvis and stomach. "Oh, Baby, Darling, fuck me now, oh, please, my sweet! Fuck me! Fuck me!"


Two years was a damned long time, Dabney Roberts had been thinking ever since Lisa had made contact and let him know she was arriving, and with the loot! Jesus Christ, he'd pulled it off, they had pulled it off! He couldn't have done it without her, the luscious doll. Christ, all he had to do was think of that voluptuous body of hers and his prick jumped and throbbed as if it'd been hot-wired. Damn, what a merry ass-romping he was going to give her as quickly as he could get her to a sack. He couldn't help but wonder what two years had done to her sexually. She'd always been a fair lay, and what she lacked in know-how she fucking well made up in physical attributes. Shit, he could almost cum just picturing her lying there naked and waiting before him.

He sat at a bar in International Airport drinking top-grade whiskey, a forgotten luxury, wearing his only goddamned suit and bluffing his way along. The bluffing, of course, was only for the red-vested barkeep and the mouthy, bragging bastard next to him. But the fact of the matter, the fucking truth of the whole picture was, that the doll was coming in with ninety Gs, sixty thousand bananas for him, after two fucking years of beach combing and playing dead! Jesus Christ! He could hardly comprehend it! He scooped up his glass, drained it and ordered another. He still had three bucks in his pocket.

"That's VO, boy!" he reminded the barman.

"Yes, sir."

"I can't stand cheap booze," Dabney said, dragging cigarettes from a side pocket.

Know what you mean, man," the bald-headed ass beside him bit. "This one's on me, what'd you say your name was?"

"I didn't. But it's Weldon, Diamonds, Copenhagen."

"Yeah, well. Murray, farm machinery, Des Moines. Ah, give me a Cutty-soda, Jack. Tell me, Weldon, what could you pick up a nice mounted stone for, I mean we got this little girl in Pittsburgh, see."

Hell, he'd laid it on that bullshitter all right! Even given him one of his old cards that he'd found in the suit, one of those special jobs he'd had printed when he was occasionally Lawrence Weldon from Copenhagen representing the International Rare Gems Associates, shit! If he hadn't had to lay low these past twenty-four months he could've made himself a small fortune, but he would have been a fool to blow sixty grand clean, and now it was coming in, with the doll carrying it. man! He was going to fuck her silly this night!

Sixty grand and a delicious fuck! That didn't sound too much like a dumdum's agenda. And that sixty, with John's thirty, and what they'd made on the girls, was going to do it! One hundred Gs! Enough to do business with Lopez, all those beautiful rifles, handguns, tommy, what have you. Christ! Two hundred Gs once the cache was delivered into that Black man's hands! So, the Blackman intended to stir up a little rebellion with 'em, so piss on that, too! If he didn't get 'em from John and himself, he'd get them somewhere else, but he'd get 'em!

Wow, man, wow!

"So I said to this chippy," his bald-headed drinking companion was saying, "I said, listen you cunt! You've eaten more cock than you have pork chops! You either get your lips on the red end of this prick or I call the pit boss! Now, in Vegas, Weldon, a bitch doesn't want to call down the wrath of a pit boss on her hustling ass, see... so...."

Dabney was looking at him, pretending at listening, but not hearing a word he'd said, when Lisa's flight arrival rang in his ears. He'd gulped his drink, mumbled something, and was on his way toward the door when he heard:

"man, we get those drink-hustlers in here all the time! I thought you were with it, Mr. Murray."

Lisa had cried, kissed him and cried, her arms around his neck tightly, those delicious solid tits of hers digging into his chest while she choked and hissed words into his mouth. It occurred to him then that they might have a tag on her! Fuck, what a rotten foul-up that would be!

"Look, Baby, don't be too conspicuous," he'd managed, clutching her to him lustfully. "Wait'll we get out of here.

And then, they were on the freeway with her still wrapped around him in that little Volkswagen, but it wasn't until they were heading north on the Golden State that he'd asked to see the money.

She'd laughed, opened her purse and piled it onto his lap. "There you are, my handsome deceased husband, sixty thousand dollars in cash! Now, where are we going?"

He'd looked at it, fondled it, even smelled of it. "Oh, Baby, we're going all right, straight to the goddamned moon, but right now, I've got a place with friends."

"Friends?"

"Over a year now. You'll love them, Doll. They're rare, this set of wheels belongs to them in fact." He laughed. "Not only that, but you're going to love the way we make this bread into a hundred thou, like magic, Baby, magic!"

"W-What? A hundred, what do you mean, Dabney?"

"A deal," he'd answered, grinning over at her. "Big things are in the making, complicated things, but we'll talk about that later, eh?" He'd let his eyes race quickly over her. Christ, she was even more desirable than he'd remembered, those fucking legs and hips, those tits and that ass, Jesus, he had a hard on that wouldn't quit? "Goddamn, you look terrific!" he had said, licking at his lips.

"T-Thanks, Darling, But, but I don't understand what you mean, about a deal, what deal, Dabney?"

"Hey now, come on! After two years, you're not going to start picking at me, are you, Baby? Look, leave the finances to Daddy, eh Sweetheart? I engineered this didn't I? Trust me, Rabbit, Now, come over here closer and tell me how much you've missed your daddy. She had, but he'd hardly listened. It'd always amazed him how he could carry on two trains of thought at the same time and never miss a word. Rachel had been in his mind for hours, maybe longer, but he'd held her just a hit off, until he could give himself to thoughts of her fully. He loved her, and it wasn't right to devote a half of mind to the girl you loved? He'd even been thinking of the kid they'd had a lot lately, Dabney, she'd named him, shit, his very own kid! He'd marry her, not that she'd push it, but he would. She was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to him, even her old man had wanted to take him into his business, investments, stocks, What the hell did he know about that jazz? Be sides, he wanted to go back to her like the hero who went off to make his fortune, like the books he had read when he was a kid, And she was waiting for him now, almost eleven months, but it was damn near over! In two days, he would call her, tell her he was on his way. Someplace like Majorca, that's where he'd take her and set them up! He wasn't sure yet, but somewhere like that,

"Who are these people, Dabney?" Lisa had whispered into his ear when he'd escorted her into the hotel.

The expression of awe that had suddenly blanked her pretty face had damned near caused him to laugh right out, and if it hadn't been for his aching rod and eagerness to hustle her into the sack he would've enjoyed taunting her a bit. She'd always carried that certain holier-than thou attitude that irked the hell out of him, and as she looked around absorbing the scene, he'd read it in her eyes and the shocked aspect of her gaping mouth. As usual, the cats and girls were sprawled all over the place, most of them stoned and as many playing love games, but nothing rash yet; it was still early. Anyway, he hadn't had to answer her question, because April and John had come out of their first-floor quarters, beautiful, sensuous April with her long, coal black hair, and fully dressed in a shapeless, ankle-length shift for a change, throwing her lovely, receptive arms around Lisa's shoulders and bidding her welcome, while John's lusty eye had raked over her approvingly. Even big, stupid Shug had lumbered up to grin at her, giving Dabney a second kick as he watched her seemingly cringe before the ugly simpleton's drooling grin and lurid little eyes. But he hadn't let it drag on; he'd been too damned anxious to get between those long, lithe legs of hers and both John and April had nodded knowingly; April remarking that they could get acquainted later, once the nuptial vows were re-consummated.

Dabney eased himself up slightly for leverage, positioning his throbbing cock perfectly for the re-fulfillment, while his brain raced licentiously and he stared down at her enticing nakedness in the half-light beneath him. Her luscious tits were rising and falling as they spilled over toward the bed in their heavy fullness on either side of her chest, Christ, she was like something out of a vision! She was a voluptuous figment of the imagination Jesus, what a body! And he was about to fuck her! She, herself, had placed his cockhead at the moist, quivering mouth of her cunt and her soft, hot thighs were trembling as she pressured them against his hips, waiting for him to plunge the length of his cock into her! Her eyes were closed and her small, even white teeth were sunk tightly into the pouting ripe flesh of her lower lip, her honey-colored, long hair fanned out over the pillow like a halo surrounding her beautiful head.

Jesus Christ!

He sensed her small hands with their long nails at his shoulders, squeezing, massaging, digging at his flesh in breathless anticipation, and then, he thrust his hips forward decisively, driving his heavy cock with its mushroomed, plowing head into the moist, wet channel of her cunt to send the raw tingling flesh in rippling waves before it, plunging all the way up to her cervix with his first charge.

"Oooohhhhhhhhh, ooohhhhhhhhh my God, my God!" she gasped, her forehead wrinkled from the pain-pleasure of his entrance, while simultaneously, she continued to gouge at the flesh of his muscular shoulders, her full-rounded hips and asscheeks trying to respond in acceptance to what she knew and wanted to come. "Ohhh, Dabney darling, I want it so bad, please, don't hurt me, love me, darling, love me!"

She was in a world all of her own, he thought, staring down at her sensually distorted face, like some kind of a bitch in a fuck happy coma! Shit, in the two years he'd lived with her and fucked her nightly, he'd never known her to react like this, and he hadn't even started! The, the bitch? The lousy, two-timing cunt! She'd been taking lessons all right? Peddling her ass around here and there, no doubt! It was obvious enough? He could almost visualize her sitting in some goddamned smoky bar trying to make a contact, the bitch! And all the time he'd thought she was playing the grieving wife.

"Oh, God, Dabney darling, I never felt this way, in my life? It's, it's so good, even when it hurts!"

Bitch! Bitch! She'd even figured a cover. He looked down to see her arched hips begin to squirm beneath him with his cock entombed inside the hot clasping depths of her cunt. She'd had it all figured, a way to cover her two years of promiscuous fucking, and he was supposed to buy that? But what she hadn't calculated was that he might meet a loving, beautiful creature such as Rachel, no, she hadn't let that thought even cross her mind! She'd been too goddamned busy fucking whoever she could get her hands on! Well, good, good! It was going to make it that much easier now that he knew, and it was going to make this night one hell of a fuck-show.

Dabney found himself suddenly driving furiously into her, soaring his fat nine-inch prick up into her warm tight cunt with violent force, ramming and pounding, the flow of her excited secretions coating and easing the way with every thrust, until at last, the throbbing, lust-bloated head of his thick rod had struck some kind of bottom, and his sperm charged balls crashed hard against the smooth, rounded cheeks of her widespread ass.

Lisa purred with the pain-delight, writhing in a moment of brief agony beneath him as the firm head of his cock battered and pummeled the depths of her soft, yielding belly, but her moment of torment only seemed to incite his passion more and he drove harder, grinding his pelvis solidly into her soft, tender loins, flex mg the head at the apex of his thrust to raise a masochistic groan from her, while he paused momentarily to allow his own ache from his furious entry to deplete itself. Little mewling sounds of servitude began to tumble from Lisa's lips as she lay widespread beneath him, completely subjugated to his every whim, entirely impaled on his heavy, lust-hungry cock probing the very intricate depths of her warm soft belly, and a feeling of sadistic power crept over him, causing him to tormentingly flick the turgid head of his cock again and again, raising guttural moans from between her erotically clenched teeth. She strained her cunt up against him wantonly and he ground harder into the hot, moist flesh, feeling her arch her loins up to him, lifting both of their bodies from the bed while she continued to moan unceasingly and he fell into an even, driving cock-tempo. He felt her smooth, strong legs tighten and release him at his hips as she began to work up and down his hardened cock with her grasping pussy, until they had established a mutual cadence and her head began to toss wildly from side to side while her mouth gaped open in delicious abandon.

"Oh, Ohhh, Darling, beautiful Baby, you're so wonderful! I've waited too long, too long! You make me so happy! Your wonderful cock, my sweet, yes, yesssss! Oh darling... do more to me! Fill me! Make me know! P-Play with my bottom! Do some thing to it! Now, Baby! Now! I'm losing my mind!" she cried in the throes of her ecstatic anesthesia.

Her plea set off a wild current of sadistic sensation inside him, instigating a new charge of salacious lust to surge furiously to his cock, his brain, and his groping hands. He reached in under her and found the widespread crevice between her full white asscheeks while he pounded his hard pulsing prick into the soft dampness of her seething pussy. He sought her hairless little ass with his middle finger, trailing along the velvety smoothness of the undulating crevice, finding it without difficulty, and finding it moist from a thin rivulet or warm seepage that had trickled down from where his cock raced hotly into her.

Lisa shivered erotically as he taunted the puckered little hole, lubricating knowingly the tiny mouth with the balled pad of his middle finger before beginning to tease and probe it with the tip. He sensed her quivering asscheeks push back against the stiffened digit and uncontrollably he pressed hard into it, surprised at its resistance. Suddenly, it popped, then, its raised elastic-like ring of soft flesh seemed to open like a snail's mouth to absorb and suck his finger inside to the first knuckle joint. She jerked beneath him, almost as if trying to evade the intrusion, but he was goddamned sure that wasn't so.

"Ooohhh, ooohhhh, Baby, my God! Yesssss, you hurt me so sweetly! More, Darling, more! All the way! Shove it in all the way, and, and fuck me hard... harder... harder! Harder - fuck me like a dog!"

The bitch! The fucking bitch! That's what she'd become these past two years! He didn't need to read her diary, she was laying her soul right out for him! Goddamned her, he was going out of his skull with his own building lust. He'd never seen her like this, so goddamned whore-like! He wormed his middle finger farther into her tightly clasping ass as simultaneously he increased the stroke of his cock into the warm pink channel of her pussy, feeling the smooth, soft walls of her ass encasing and pulling at the length of his long probing finger to the palm of his hand, causing her to whimper moaningly with the all consuming ecstasy that had taken control of her naked writhing body. Lisa skewered her ass wildly back down onto the distended finger that was searching, thrusting, into the elastic warm depths of her back passage, seeming to revel on its unnatural presence as he rotated it wildly in the soft, fleshy cavern of her ass, while at the same time he could feel the in and out plunges of his thick cock through the thin fleshy membrane dividing the two entrances of her passages, feeling his prick with his exploring, pummeling finger, and his finger against the sensitivity of his aching rod. Christ! It was way out, way, way out! He'd blow his fucking skull if he didn't cum damned soon!

He began to establish a combination rhythm of finger and cock, until he was fucking into her strenuously in unison, while she groaned incessantly beneath him. She spread her long white legs to the fullest in order to give him the greatest access to his perverted ravishment of her genitals and ass, and suddenly he sensed his prick expanding more and more, growing inside her to the point where he was certain it would erupt violently, like a boiling volcano, from the dull, needling pressure building maddeningly in his bloated balls, his pulsating balls that were smacking viciously between her asscheeks and against his own hand with its finger buried deep in the secret depths of her lewdly clenching ass.

He gaped downward at where his glistening cock was slipping smoothly in and out between the flushed and long, swollen hairy lips of her moist, vibrant cunt, concentrating on the feel of the soft pink folds of clasping flesh clinging hungrily to his furiously rampaging shaft thrusting with jackhammer force into her. His loins were a raging inferno now, his cock growing and expanding inside her as he grunted and quivered, luxuriating in her hot flesh, increasing the speed and measure of his stroke, tunneling into her furiously while his merciless finger drubbed the depths of her hungrily clenching nether hole.

Lisa held him tightly in the grip of her strong, white thighs clamped high around his waist, slackening them and tightening them again. Her soft, voluptuous body was hot and sweat-filmed, and her head moved frantically from side to side as she chewed at her full lower lip in near delirium. He saw her big green eyes rolling like crazy in their sockets as she tightened and loosened her scissored hold winding her beautiful legs completely around him while she ground her asscheeks from side to side, then screwed her cunt feverishly up his raging prick.

It struck Dabney then, what a wild fucking whore she would make out there for them! Maybe she was a little older than most of the kids, but shit, she was only twenty-two! And not all of the old bastards their girls hustled were hot for teen-agers, hell, any of 'em would blow their minds for a fuck like she was throwing him right then, especially with her body, Jesus, he hadn't thought of that before, but he was going to again, later, yeah, later! Shit, she was moving fast toward climax now; she was beginning to half-cry and strain; guttural sounds were bubbling up from deep in her chest, incessant gurglings that drove him to even more violent, vicious plunges into her.

"Ooohhhh, aaahhhhhhh, God, Darling, it's so good... gooodddddd! Oh, fuck it hard, harder! Screw it... Fuck it to death, Baby!" she spewed up at him, foul obscenities that he couldn't believe gushing from her pretty mouth in her desire to reach the pinnacle and take him with her, her moist squirming cunt bucking insanely up against his loins and finger, her legs suddenly drawn back until her knees crushed her heaving breasts, then she locked her ankles over his shoulders and rode her pussy wantonly up his cock to cling there for a moment in complete enslaved rapture.

Her eyes and teeth were clenched tightly together, while her face twisted and grimaced as her orgasm swept over her.

"Oh, heaven! Oooohhhhh, I'm going to, now... now... I'm going to cum, Dabney, Ooohhh, God, fuck, fuck! Now... Darrllliiiiinnnnnggggg, I-I'm cuuuummmmmiiiinnnnggggg!"

Her beautiful body began vibrating uncontrollably beneath him. She grabbed at his face as the spasms seized her, biting at his mouth with animal-like ferocity, her body arching convulsively against his to hold there shuddering and jerking, her orgasmic fluids bathing his rigid, driving cock, running down her soft, smooth asscheeks to flood his balls as they slapped tightly into the moistened crevice.

Shit, he couldn't believe it! It'd never been like this with her before! The sensation of her climax was all that he needed! He burrowed into the depths of her hot, spewing cunt, pressing her knees back to her shoulders and hammering brutally, battering her cervix with his expanding shaft. She continued to whimper and gasp ecstatically, her belly and thighs caught up in spasmodic contractions her excitement still obvious as with wild and eager passion, she hissed.

"Oh, Darling, Darling, it's beautiful, beautiful! Fill me, Baby! Fill me with your hot, thick cum! Don't ever stop! Give, give it to meee!"

Dabney wanted to scream! His agonized bliss was that intense. The pleasurable pain in his balls seemed unbearable. He thrust and withdrew to the very tip of his prick, then plunged again and again, feeling the wild sucking of her cuntal muscles as her pussy tried desperately to extract the cum from his seething loins. He was damned near there; he knew it! Damned near, but not quite! Seconds more, he'd shatter his gourd! He rammed and rammed and rammed again, Then! He choked, loudly, and felt the apex of his climb as he suddenly began to topple down the crazy fucking mountain of orgasm!

Lisa moaned with him clutching at his shoulders and thrusting her cunt up high onto his wildly spewing cock. He quaked from head to toe, grunting and blurting unintelligible sounds while he shot into her with violent force the convulsive streams of his viscid, white-hot sperm, squirting it far up into the hidden recesses of her open womb.

Fuck! Fuck! He wished to Christ it could never end, but it did, and when it was over he fell apart, collapsing into her waiting arms on top of her. Shit, he'd never been more goddamned exhausted.


Lisa sighed contentedly, stretched out in her fulfilled nakedness beside this man she had willingly aided in crime, this lover she had eagerly crossed the country to be with, this handsome husband she had almost forced her self to think of as being truly dead in order to bear the long nights, weeks, months of waiting, but now it was over; they were together again, and it was more beautiful than she'd ever dreamed it could be. Dear God, what a blissful reunion that had been! She could still hardly believe or understand her own wantonness, but she certainly wasn't ashamed of it; in fact, the flush to her cheeks, she realized, was entirely pride. It had been a long time, but she could remember vividly that their lovemaking had never been like that, nor had she, which was serving to answer a myriad of questions that had lingered in the shadows of her brain the past two years.

In essence, she had never given herself wholly to him before, and therein dwelt the intimate secrets of passion and love, She'd read that someplace, but had never really probed its meaning. God, all of the beautiful delights of the universe were suddenly opening up to her, weren't they? She sensed the tiny ripples of muscular reactions still playing over her sensual flesh. A breeze swept aside the faded drape at the open window to brush soothingly over her silken skin. The rumbling wash of the unceasing surf reached her and she rolled her head to gaze at her prostrate lover who was smoking and staring up at the soiled, plaster-cracked ceiling absently.

"A penny for your thoughts this time, Darling?" she said in a soft voice, moving onto her side toward him.

"Oh, nothing really, just musing, trying to get my head back together after that session," he replied, grinning over at her, then suddenly swinging his feet to the floor and sitting up on the edge of the bed.

"W-Was it good for you too, Darling?" she asked in the same tone.

Dabney turned to look at her. "Yeah," he answered, his smile twisted to one side. "Almost too good, too much, Baby, yeah."

She smiled happily and watched him stand then go to a chair where a pair of faded dungarees hung over its back. He took them and started to pull them on. "What're you doing?" she asked.

"Doing? Putting my pants on. Goin' down stairs, Rabbit. Got some business to discuss with John and April, Want to come along?"

"Isn't it late? They'll be in bed, won't they?"

Dabney chuckled. "If they are, I guarantee you they won't be sleeping!"

Lisa caught the meaning of his words and tittered lightly. "Maybe they'd rather not be interrupted."

He didn't answer. She watched him zip the fly closed, then run a comb through his hair before the mirror, studying the pattern of waves that fell neatly into place down the back of his neck. He'd always had attractive chestnut-colored hair, but he had never worn it so long. She wasn't sure that she liked it, or any aspect of the new image he portrayed; yet, she didn't dislike it either, it was almost as if he were another person entirely, not the Dabney Roberts she'd expected, the Dabney Roberts she had married, but God, it'd been absolutely beautiful with him, so fulfilling, her heart was still pounding.

"Coming?" he asked, facing her with hands on hips.

"Aren't you going to slip on a shirt or shoes?" she questioned, surprised, for that wasn't like him either.

"Hell no. I'm overdressed now," he replied grinning. "Look, don't be shocked at the way they dress around here. I'll warn you ahead of time, nakedness is accepted as the uniform of the day. They're nature people, Rabbit, with no hangups on the modesty bit. It's love, love, love, all the time. You with me?"

Was she? Lisa wasn't sure, but she swung up from the bed forcing a smile. She couldn't very well put down something she knew nothing about, besides, she felt certain they would be leaving all this behind them shortly, since she had arrived with the money. She guessed that she could endure a measure of the much-talked about uninhibited generation and its infamous non-culture. After all, she wasn't any damned prude, and it might just turn out to be fun, at the least, educational. She went to her suitcase, opened it and brought out a long shift, similar to the one April had been wearing.

Dabney watched her move across the room, the sight of her provocative, alluring body causing his drained, flaccid rod to stir feebly. Christ, she was something else, all right! The dancing little sway to her almost pendulous, upthrusted tits and the jiggling roll of her hips and bottom, then the way her rounded full asscheeks spread as she squatted with her back to him by her valise, fuck, the lewd display could damn easily probe him toward seconds. Later, he decided; business first; he was going to get all he wanted of her in the next day or so, enough to last him a lifetime.

"This ought to do nicely," Lisa said, slipping into the gown and straightening her long hair, "without making me appear overdressed, as you put it, Darling." She smiled at him and moved close to take his hand. "I can't help but feel that your friends must think we're some kind of animals, the way we rushed up here to get into bed almost before I'd had a chance to say hello to them."

"Don't let it bug you, Baby," Dabney grunted, leading her out into the dimly lighted hallway. "If there's one thing they understand around here, it's fucking, example, look!" He paused before an open doorway, still holding to her hand and drawing her close to him so that she couldn't avoid the sight.

"M-My God!" Lisa gasped under her breath, her pretty green eyes widening in utter astonishment. There were three of them on the bed, all naked, a young dark-haired, slender girl who couldn't have been over sixteen or seventeen, and two bearded, shaggy-headed males, one cradled intimately between the girl's widespread thighs with his shaft buried to its hilt in the moist pink slit of her undulating pussy, while the other lay on his back beside her and she was masturbating his hardened penis with her small, white hand!

Lisa couldn't believe it! Yet, there was no doubt in her mind but what the lewd spectacle was actually taking place. She could readily see the glistening, solid flesh of the mounted one's cock along with his bloated, swaying balls between his spread, hairy thighs as he drew it out of the girl's tight, pink pussy to its very tip, then plunged into her upraised young loins furiously, causing her small, pointed breasts to ripple like mounds of white gelatin, while she moaned and whimpered in obvious rapture and simultaneously continued to stroke and massage the heavy prick in her hand.

"Inspiring, eh, Rabbit?" Dabney said, grinning obscenely. "That's Sari. She drifted in from Spokane a couple of weeks ago, and I don't think she's been out of that bed over two hours a day since." He made a dirty little sniggering sound. "She enjoys making friends."

"M-My God, Dabney, she's just a child! She can't be older than twelve... or fourteen at the oldest!" Lisa gasped.

"Some child; she knows cock," he answered wryly. "Come on. April'll introduce you around while I talk to John."

Lisa did, still in a state of awe at the unexpected lurid show she'd witnessed at the open door of Sari's room, but then, not too surprised at some of the others she glimpsed as they made their way along the hall and down the stairs to the door of their so-called host and hostess' quarters.

It opened off of what had once been the hotel lobby, a large room shabbily furnished with dilapidated chairs and several couches, all of which were occupied by young girls and seedy looking fellows in different stages of undress, relaxation and sexual play, but nothing to the point of actual intercourse, such as she'd viewed upstairs. Nevertheless, the casual sight of so many naked feminine breasts and both male and female genitals entirely exposed caused her an inbred feeling of uneasiness. A thick haze seemed to hang heavy over the atmosphere of the room, an almost sweet-smelling pall that was not entirely unfamiliar to her. Pot! And from the expressions of a few, Lisa realized, they were on heavier stuff.

God! Just what was her husband doing in the midst of all this... this debauchery, anyway? She looked at him, her lovely eyes filling with confusion, but before she could speak, the door opened inward, it was John.


John Van Horn was a big man, taller, broader and older by at least ten years than Dabney, Lisa decided, sitting across the kitchen table from him. She wasn't sure that she liked his black beard, but it was trimmed and surprisingly neat, and when he smiled his strong white teeth glistened attractively in contrast. His eyes were dark and alert, constantly probing, she felt, as time and again she caught them raking over her, almost undressing her, and he made no effort toward hiding the fact. He, too, sat naked to the waist, a pair of cut-off jeans covering his heavy loins, the wealth of matted black hair encompassing his chest not exactly repulsive to her.

"We didn't get much of a chance to talk, Lisa," April was saying in her soft, sultry voice from the chair to her right. "It seems that your daddy-man had a weighty problem that had to be taken care of first, and I can well see why. You're a very lovely girl, Darling."

Lisa sensed the twinge of red coloring her cheeks. "T-Thank you," she said, looking directly into the striking, agate-hued eyes of the slightly older girl. She was beautiful, Lisa thought, with her ivory-like complexion, sallow cheeks and shimmering black hair. April, what a lovely name for an enchanting girl, tall, willowy, and obviously well endowed with curvaceous charms beneath the faded, draping thing she was wearing, what was she doing there, leading this sort of wasted, unmeaningful life? Was she happy? She certainly looked it, Then, a question occurred to Lisa that she hadn't even thought to ask her self before! Did they know about Dabney's insurance swindle? Had he confided in them? If so, why? God, on second thought, what was the meaning of all of it?

"I thought maybe April could take Lisa around and show her the place, introduce her to some of the family while we talk some business, John," Dabney said, interrupting her thoughts, and Lisa found herself looking at one then the other of them.

"Hey man, plenty of time for that," John said with a certain air of authority. "I like to look at that golden head. She's a stunning girl, eh, April?"

"Absolutely stunning," April agreed softly, her smile filled with warmth and love.

Lisa swallowed uneasily as John pushed from the table and walked to a cupboard at the other end of the room. He came back carrying a cigar box and reseated himself. Smiling, he said to Lisa: "Grass, Baby, Tijuana gold, you with it, or you have aversions?"

Lisa stared at him, then dropped her eyes to the box that was half-filled with the weed. He took out papers and began to roll the cylinders skillfully. She turned to Dabney who was watching her, an uncomfortable expression bothering his thin face. He looked away and began to toy with his fingers self-consciously. A sensation of anger surged through her at his near hangdog attempt to avoid answering the multitude of questions that were racing crazily through her mind. What was going on? What was his affiliation here? How much had he told these people? What had happened to him? What was this deal he'd spoken of? But above all, what was their future together?

"No!" she heard herself snap sharply when Dabney refused to look at her. "I have absolutely no aversion, Hangup, isn't that the proper term? Hangup! Well, I have none against it! In fact, the last time I tried it, I really enjoyed it!" she added, and that was the truth, except that the occasion had been with Nickie and that had left something to be desired.

"Great, Baby!" John said, his captivating grin directed for her consumption alone.

"Y-You've tried it, weed, I mean?" Dabney questioned, gaping at her suddenly.

"Of course! hasn't everyone?"

"Huummph! Bratham must've changed in the last couple of years!" Dabney spat.

"Not even a tiny bit, Darling, only the people have changed!" Lisa tossed back at him.

"Yeah, I can see that!"

John chuckled loudly. Then he said: "Cool it man! That's no way to talk to this little gem," He lighted the joint, dragged deep, then, handed it across the table to Lisa who took it, her eyes level with his, as if caught up by some compelling force that she couldn't understand. "Try it, Baby," he said, and she did.

They watched her, April impassively, John measuringly, and Dabney unbelievingly, as she dragged deep and held it in her lungs for the full effect, then sighed slowly.

"Jesus Christ!" her husband exclaimed.

John grinned appreciatively. "You've been there, Baby," he said.

Lisa looked to April who was smiling with understanding warmth in her lovely eyes. The willowy brunette said: "It's good isn't it, Darling?"

Lisa nodded. "It is, honest, it really is!"

"Shit!" Dabney spat. "Let's get down to business, John. If you want the broads to sit in on it, okay with me! I got the cash: ninety Gs! Now, let's talk about Lopez!"

Again, John laughed. He handed both April and Dabney a dark- paper rolled reefer, then put his own in his mouth, lighting all in turn from a book of matches, April's first, his own last. He sucked deep, held it, then exhaled wearing an euphoric smile. He let his discerning eyes dwell for a long time on Lisa's level, answering gaze. She couldn't help but sense the unwanted excitement his stare was causing her; yet, she wanted nothing out of the whole affair but Dabney's appreciation of her. By the same token, she didn't want to incur April's wrath, she who was sitting innocently by and watching this entire uncalled-for scene. But she was a woman, and obviously all woman; she would understand, even if it was necessary to apologize later,

"Sometimes, when I feel ambitious, I bake a batch of cookies properly spiced with it," April said. "They're wild."

Lisa nodded; she couldn't imagine such a thing, but if this lovely creature said so she knew it was true. There was something about her, something deep, mysterious, all-knowing! Lisa felt a tiny ripple of delight race through her as she exchanged meaningful expressions with the enchanting girl.

"All right, Dabney, let's talk," John was saying. "With your sixty and what the business has made, plus my thirty, we've got it! One hundred thou! And that's what Lopez wanted, wasn't it? Are you still game?"

"What the hell do you think?"

John shrugged and sucked at his cigarette. "It's a gamble, man. It's always a gamble when you deal in this sort of thing."

"Bullshit! It's cut and dried, John, and you know it! We've been over it enough times. The Blackman will pay two-hundred-grand for the cache!"

"The Blackman could cut your throat, too, Baby!" John snapped, his smile disintegrating. "You ever think of that? That boy's no friend! He wants arms, and any way he can get 'em! Now, man, you cool it, eh? We don't go off half-cocked! I like the picture too, Baby, but I want to be sure I'm going to enjoy the profits!"

"Ooohhh hell!" Dabney spat, shuffling in his chair. "You're building walls that aren't there! Forget the Blackman! Let's go to TJ and talk to Lopez, first things first!"

"Right, Baby. First things first," John said, sucking at his joint. "Let's go down and see what the man says. Let's not bowl headlong into it, eh? I like this thing called life too much to make any stupid sacrifices!"

"Can a girl ask a question?" Lisa put in, looking from one to the other of them. "I mean, I think I've heard enough already to know that it gives me a strange, and maybe a bad feeling. And remember, I'm new to the whole picture, but, but, do I detect that the ninety-thousand dollars that I sweated out is about to be used in a gamble?"

"There's no goddamned gamble!" Dabney exclaimed angrily. "And furthermore, Baby, there wouldn't've been sixty grand if Dabney Roberts hadn't died! Eh? Let's get that straight first!"

"No!" John barked. "No, man, no! What the hell, you're taking away the girl's glory! I mean, with all due respect, Dabney! She's got a claim here, eh? Shit, man, last night you're tearing your hair out, and now you're cuttin' as if you had a blade! Come on, boy! Let's get a hold, eh, eh?"

Lisa stared at her husband, but she felt that she hardly knew him. Her mind was endeavoring to encompass all that had happened since she'd landed in L.A., their love scene, the lurid sights along the hallway, the whole overwhelming picture, but it was too much! She couldn't comprehend, and abruptly, she broke down! And then, April was on her feet beside her, holding her face, her sobbing face against full, warm soft breasts, "It's all right, Baby, all right, I know, just let yourself string out."

"Jesus Christ!" Dabney swore. "I've had it, John! I want San Francisco! Shit, she's waitin'! Let's make this deal!"

Lisa heard him but none of her husband's words registered. The warmth and loveliness of April's voluptuous body pressed tight against her had more of an effect; yet, then came the confusion. Other voices, other people in the room made her listen and pay attention. She sat up and looked.

There were two of them, half-naked girls and they looked exactly alike. Somewhere in their teens and wearing bikini bottoms with their long red hair enshrouding their shoulders, they stood there smiling,

"These are the Danes," April said, "Jessica and Annette, but we call them Jessica and Darla."

"Love you baby," the nearest one said, "but introductions aren't necessary are they? We're all part of it, eh? Look, John, the teenaged girl called Blinda, she did it! She's holding out, and there's no shit about it! Mark was with her."

"Calm yourself, Chick! Where is she?"

"Out there! She and Mark, she's higher than the cow that did!"

"Okay, okay, bring her in, and find Shug," John ordered.

Lisa shook her head. She should never have smoked all of that pot. April was still beside her, holding her face in her hand against her breast.

"Just watch, Baby," April said, leaning down. "Don't let it bother you. They go off the deep end sometimes, but you don't let it bother you!"

Lisa made no sense to her meaning; yet she knew it was there. Her head swam; she forced her mind to focus and saw the pairs of naked, full breasts that entered the room with the voluptuous young bodies that supported them, The Danes! Yes... yes, but who was the poor stripped little teen girl between them, long-haired, dark long hair with childish eyes that were gaping almost frantically! She was completely naked! Not a stitch! And the man... or boy, holding onto her arms was dragging her back toward the davenport!

"Let go of her, Mark!" John said. "She knows!"

"She's a mercenary bitch!" one of the Danes accused.

"Really?" John said.

"Really!" the Davis twin snapped.

"Is that true, Blinda? Did you cut your friends?" John questioned as Shug walked through the doorway, closing the barrier silently behind him.

Lisa gaped at the lumbering hulk who stood silently waiting by the entrance, and she could see the drool running down from his mouth to ward his little pointed chin. He was looking at John, then at Dabney and the others in the room, his beady little eyes lingering on each face with growing anticipation. Finally, they found those of the frightened Blinda and he began to grin foolishly, while she took a step backwards, her childish eyes widening in obvious, mounting apprehension.

"Oh, oh no!" Blinda gasped, drawing the back of one hand to cover her pretty young mouth. "Oh God, no, John! It wasn't much, just twenty dollars, a tip the John gave me, I was going to use it to get a tooth filled, it's been aching!"

"You're going to get something filled, bitch!" Darla Davis spat, her hands on her wide, bikinied hips, her lush full breasts swaying with the movements of her angered, if, shapely body. "Believe me, Baby, I've been there: I had to learn the hard way, too! It's a punishment you're not about to forget!"

"Please, please, John, Dabney, don't let him!" the fourteen-year old Blinda begged as the Davis twins moved in on either side of her cringing naked body, taking her roughly by the arms and pulling her down to the floor, pinning her there on her back.

"What the hell, Chick, you know the rules!" John reminded her. "Everything goes into the community pot, everything, except the house's twenty-five percent. So, you tried to cut a little, but you got caught, now you pay the penalty. Nothing I can do, Honey, Nothing," He turned toward Shug and nodded. "Undress, Shug. She's all yours!"

Wildly, Blinda began to struggle on the floor and Lisa watched in shocked amazement. The twins were laughing and holding the girl helplessly on either side by the arms, while John, Dabney, and the one called Mark grinned lasciviously down at her useless writhing struggles. Lisa gaped up at April in disbelief, but the exotic brunette merely patted her cheek lovingly and held her tighter against her swollen breast.

"Don't let it frighten you, Darling," April half-whispered. "She's asked for it. They all know the rules; it's share and share alike, There has to be punishment of some sort, and it wouldn't be of half as much value if they didn't administer it themselves.

"Wh-What's he going to do, Shug, I mean?" Lisa choked.

April smiled down at her, then stroked Lisa's long golden hair affectionately. "He's going to rape her, Baby, which ordinarily wouldn't mean too much, but you haven't seen Shug's immense tool. Look!"

Lisa did, but not until she'd let her eyes search the beautiful dark ones that were gazing down upon her warmly, while at the same time the willowy girl continued to gently caress the crown of her head and hold her snugly against the soft protruding fullness of her rounded breast.

Lisa tore her fixed gaze away from April's mesmerizing stare, twisting her head enough to see Shug's now naked, massive body. Dear God! She could barely conceive of the awesome sight! The poor imbecile, he was not fat, as one might absently imagine, but powerfully barrel-chested, with strong, heavy legs and muscular thighs; yet, it was his baby-like, pinkish-white skin that surprised her, and the flaccid, inhuman length of thick, tubular flesh hanging between his legs that utterly amazed her. It wasn't possible! It dangled at least seven to eight inches over the huge ballsac swinging beneath his crotch, the purplish head like a huge dyed mushroom half-hidden inside its unusually long and thick foreskin. He was grinning and looking at John for instructions. Lisa swallowed tightly, her throat cotton dry, her brain spaced from the pot, and in her muddled mind she tried to conceive of the young slender girl on the floor absorbing what would inevitably prove monstrous inside her small, youthful pussy.

Lord in heaven, it was impossible! What in God's name had she gotten herself in.

"All right, Mark, you and Dabney hold Blinda while the twins see what they can do with Shug's prick," John said, easing backward and sitting down in his chair by the table. He turned slowly to face Lisa. "I hope April's explaining this to you, Baby. We call it the Shug Requital. The family governs itself pretty much until it steps on my toes. Anyway, watch close, girl, it might inspire you."

Inspire her? Good God, what could he possibly mean by that statement? Inspire her to what? She stared at him but he turned away toward the lewd and brutal performance that was taking place in the center of the floor. Dabney and Mark had dropped down on either side of the defenseless girl who had nearly given up her futile struggles, and was shedding tears profusely. Her firm, pointed young breasts heaved and rippled with the convulsive choking sounds that erupted continuously from her throat. She lay on her back, held there by the two, her head tossing back and forth in obvious dread, while the redheaded twins drew Shug down between them.

The sight of her own husband participating in what could be termed nothing but savage rape of the helpless child had shocked Lisa speechless. The twisted expression of his mouth and the almost animal gleam in his eyes, this wasn't her Dabney, Dear God, had she really made love, beautiful love with him not an hour before? It was impossible, couldn't be happening, She watched spellbound as the slender, naked girl attempted to hold her full white thighs together, crossing her feet in a locking gesture, as if this might ward off her approaching ravishment. God, how tender, silken, and alluring her pretty young loins were, with the soft thatch of pubic hair generously covering the mound between her thighs, her pink inner-flesh hidden at that moment, Oh no! No! Dabney smoothed his hand down over her breast and the small basin of her belly and was forcing his finger through the soft, curling hair toward her concealed vaginal lips! She heard him laugh obscenely; then Lisa watched the young girl lurch spasmodically and she knew that he'd found her clit!

"Come on, bitch! Get with it!" Dabney hissed, his words coming up to Lisa. "Don't try to play the modest cherry with us! You're going to get cock; you might better try to enjoy it!"

Lisa couldn't watch. She pressed herself away from April's caresses and covered her face with her hands as she leaned on the table. Her brain reeled from the effects of the marijuana, yet not unpleasantly, she realized. The deplorable thing was the sight of Dabney down there taunting that poor girl, fondling her genitals, and holding her like some executioner's helper! Dear Lord, in heaven! What's happened to him? And what's to happen with us? Oh God, help me, help us, please.

April's warm, soft hand clasping her own caused Lisa to raise her head and look at the other. She wanted to speak, but the words wouldn't come.

"Don't fret for her, Baby," April said in a near whispering voice. "She's not as innocent as she looks down there, and she'd cut your throat for a dollar. She held out on the others and that's a cardinal sin here. We have to have our own laws and our own punishment, and I assure you, it's an effective punishment... as you'll see."

Lisa still couldn't force words from her throat with the agonized lump that had formed there at the spectacle of her husband's lascivious acts on the imprisoned girl, and it occurred to her then that April had thought nothing of that! Dear God, it was obvious that their sense of values were entirely foreign to her own, and they had obviously indoctrinated her husband to accept them.

April had turned her head to watch the licentious performance and Lisa found herself following the enchanting brunette's gaze to where Shug, grinning almost insipidly, lay sprawled out on his back, his powerful thighs widespread, while Jessica knelt between and over them in her voluptuous, red-haired loveliness, stroking and massaging his gigantic shaft. Then, as she held and manipulated it with knowing tenderness, her sister moved down from kissing the dimwitted man's mouth, positioned herself to one side and lowered her open lips onto his hugely thick twelve-inch cock, sucking the great cockhead inside the warm cavern of her pretty mouth. Lisa gaped at the lurid scene in awe, unable to avoid the carnal sensations it was inspiring within her own belly and loins. Jessica continued to grasp the thick, hardening stalk as she lowered her own face and began to lick Shug's almost hairless balls, lick them until Lisa could see the little spasmodic convulsions that were taking place all over the massive man's baby-skinned body. Shug should be in porn with a horse prick like that, she thought.

"Oohhh, good heavens!" Lisa gasped, hardly conscious of the fact that the words had tumbled from her own dry lips. "It's getting hard! God! It must be nine, ten inches long!"

"Something like that," April replied, her eyes sparkling. "And you know, Darling, as many times as I've seen it, it never ceases to amaze me!"

Lisa stared at her; April was smiling excitedly and still holding to her hand. Suddenly, John, who hadn't moved from his chair, said: "That's enough, girls. Let's get it into her, Shug. You girls help him; spread her legs apart!"


The young helpless girl whimpered in seeming despair, the almost wailing sound causing Lisa to shudder in a sudden strange, unwanted prurient fascination while Shug got to his knees and crawled between the wide held legs of the spread-eagled girl, his inhuman penis swinging like a wagon tongue as he situated himself between her opened thighs, the twin redheads letting free of her limbs once he was securely wedged before her defenseless, hairy little pussy, Darla quickly moving behind him to caress and tickle his sperm-inflated balls while Jessica stroked and massaged his horrendously hardened cock, easing back the extremely long and heavy foreskin and pointing the throbbing purple head at Blinda's moist pink split. Again, the helpless girl groaned pathetically, raising her head to gape frantically down between her firm erect breasts at the colossal foot-long prick poised above the small hole between her tender young thighs. Lisa could only imagine the horrifying thoughts that must be racing through her fear-stricken brain, that would be screaming through her own if she were that poor unfortunate young girl! Dear God, even if she wasn't a virgin, if she was a common street slut, there was a limit to the capacity of her pussy! It would rip her, split her open, and the pain would be unbearable!

"How does that feel, Bitch?" Jessica taunted, spreading the girl's tight fleshy cunt lips open with Shug's heavy cock-head, working the moist tip up and down through the viscid coral flesh of her velvety, hair encircled little aperture. "Like you wanted to blow your mind, maybe?" The redhead began to rub her clit with the spongy tip and Lisa saw the girl's soft white body jerk spasmodically, even as her own trembled and convulsed in sympathetic, if, aroused sensitivity. "Maybe you'll think twice before you try to hold out on us again, eh, Slick?"

"For Chris'sake, put the damn thing in and get out of the way!" Dabney snapped at Jessica. "We all want to watch this show."

Jessica did and Lisa sensed her own hand tightening around April's as the brunette beauty moved close to her once more, standing beside her chair with her other hand fondly grazing her blonde head and smoothing down to caress the silk like skin of Lisa's cheek. She watched in uncomfortable lewd entrancement as Shug levered up over the small, slender girl, the bulging dark-red cockhead waggling for a moment as might a stallion's, poking at the pink, ragged edges of flesh, nuzzling gently between them.

"Ram it to her, Shug!" John ordered, his body strained forward in the chair, his black eyes beading lustfully. "Now! Teach her a lesson!"

With a jerking, forward movement of his strong hips, Shug responded, forcing the blood-filled chunky head to penetrate a portion of an inch inside the cringing vaginal hole of her defenseless young cunt, brutally expanding the stubbornly resistant flesh almost to the ripping point.

Blinda arched her neck back until she was nearly standing on her head and choked out her scream, while Lisa reacted with compassionate emotion, a whimper escaping her own parched lips as if the torturous instrument had been wedged into the tiny mouth of her own pussy. She moved her free hand up to clasp April's other at her cheek, pressing it tight against her as she squeezed in carnally horrified fascination. The gigantic cock had submerged no more than a tormenting inch between Blinda's open thighs, and desperately she was trying to free her arms from the ruthless imprisoning hands of Dabney and Mark which were shackling her, while simultaneously endeavoring to kick her legs free and escape the barbaric, agonizing impalement. But they held her tight and she screamed again.

"Uuuugghhhh! Oh, God! It's too big... WAY too big! It's tearing me apart inside! Oooohhhh, goddamn you, stop him! Stop him! He's... killing me! Oh please, somebody stop him, The men all began to chuckle lasciviously while Shug went about his vengeful act as if she were begging for more, forcing his giant cock into the grotesquely stretched pink mouth of her young cunt, and Lisa felt certain there would be no respite for her as she watched the heavy shaft worm its way deeper and deeper into Blinda's squirming, pain-racked pussy.

Nor could Lisa understand her own unwanted arousal that the salacious performance was inciting in her loins and trembling belly. She could fell the involuntary dampness rising between her soft, pressing thighs as she squeezed them together, the act libidinously pressuring her pussylips and erect clit. God, she'd never been a profligate girl, at least, not knowingly! It had to be the pot! How else could she face up to the fact that she was actually deriving sensual pleasure from the brutal raping of this helpless young girl? Dear God, what had come over her.

Blinda was no longer screaming, only grunting incessantly with the obvious pain filling her writhing young body and both Dabney and Mark had freed her arms that she was holding feebly extended against Shug's powerful chest. Her eyes were closed tightly, her teeth sunk into the flesh of her lower lip as she tossed her head back and forth, her long dark hair flailing wildly. The huge prick had begun to move in and out of her at a continuous, lubricated pace, but Lisa could see that there were still inches of it left yet unabsorbed.

Dear God, she can never take it all! Never!

"Here," John said, interrupting her almost hypnotic stare. "You need this, Baby."

Lisa looked at his smiling, bearded face, then saw the cigarette he was holding out to her. The sweet odiferous smoke reached her. She hesitated, and April said: "Go ahead, Darling. It'll help. We hadn't planned that you'd be shocked like this on your first night with us. Take it, go ahead."

Reluctantly, Lisa accepted the home-rolled cylinder, placing it between her lips and dragging deeply. The effect immediately registered in her brain and she thanked the bearded man with a smile. He winked at her and Lisa sensed a little sensation of excitement ripple through her. She squeezed her thighs together subconsciously, feeling further venereal trickles lick through her from the genital provocation. April squeezed her hand warmly, They were beautiful people, that's what Dabney had said, beautiful people, there should be more like the, Her brain swam delightfully, she focused her eyes once more on the salacious spectacle taking place in the center of the floor, Blinda's agonized grunts and grimaces had eased into unceasing moans, her tongue licking lasciviously at her opened lips, her legs slightly raised as she ran her hands up and down Shug's massive arms that were posted on either side of her. More and more of his long heavy glistening prick was disappearing into her slightly undulating pussy, and now Annette was behind Shug on all fours with her face nearly buried beneath his asscheeks and between his thighs. She was licking his sperm coated balls and spreading wide his buttock cheeks to draw her tiny pink tongue up over his tightly clenched ass. And Mark was moving behind her, naked now, his own rod jutting out like a bow-sprit as he pulled at the wisp of bikini bottoms covering her full, rounded hips and asscheeks, God, it was developing into a full scale orgy!

Darla had slithered out of her flimsy bottoms and crawled up to lie spoon-fashion in front of Dabney, pressing her delicious ass back against his throbbing prick inside his jeans. He reached over her, cupping one of her full, firm tits while he watched crazy Shug fucking Blinda. The redhead was working her ass in little circles back against his swollen rod, the way she knew he liked it! Bitch! She was a hot cunt, all right; he'd fucked her so many times he'd lost count, but it was always the best when he had them both together, the pair of them. Shit, they were a wild team all right. Suck and fuck a man blind!

He watched over Annette's head, staring at Shug's fence- post cock expanding Blinda's tight little hole, and it had been tight, he remembered. He grinned to himself. The poor rattle- headed bitch. She'd probably meant everything she'd said about the tooth problem, but when Shug got through with her she wouldn't know that she had a tooth in her head! She was a crazy fuck, not very good either, pretty though, and she produced, Suddenly, he felt Annette's hand reaching behind her, down at the front of his pants, opening them and searching for his prick. Automatically, he looked up at where Lisa sat.

Shit! She was smoking another joint! The bitch! She was a pot-head amongst other things! Damn her; she'd certainly gone to shit! And when he'd thought of her he'd pictured her sitting back there in their Bratham apartment watching TV, knitting; she'd liked that, or reading a book. The cunt! She'd been out fucking or hustling, and no one could tell him different! But thank God, it didn't make any difference to him. He had the sixty Gs now. That's all he'd wanted, Uunnggghhh, Darla had grasped his cock and was massaging it as only she could! Fucking doll! Then, she was snuggling it up between her warm, full thighs, insinuating it between her fleshy cunt-lips into the velvety, moist flesh. He let his hand smooth down from her breast over her belly into the sparse, copper-colored hair of her cunt to find her clit. She jerked back against him and sighed as he began to manipulate it for her.

The Blinda bitch was moaning passionately now. Shug had most of his cock buried in her. The poor, dumb sonofabitch. Once in a dingy hotel-room off the strip, the stupid bastard had explained how his grandmother used to suck him off! Dabney didn't know whether to believe him or not, but the imbecile didn't have enough brains to make up lies. It was probably true, damn! Imagine, his own grandmother.

The goddamned world was filled with bitches and bastards! But he had Rachel, his Rachel, and the little Dabney, his very own son! Christ, how he wanted to go to her, be with her, forever and ever! But first, they had to pull off the deal. He needed that money to make him the homecoming hero. Christ, John had sounded almost chicken! He'd never've figured John that way, but fuck him! He'd pull it off alone! The Blackman was ready! He didn't really need John or anyone else, except for his cash. Though, that Mex, Lopez was hungry. Maybe, he'd take half as much. Darla was squirming against him, reaching down between her opened thighs and clutching at his prick. She was trying to work the tip of it back toward her vaginal hole and he helped her. "You want some, Baby?" he whispered.

"Yes! Oh, Christ, yes! Give it all to me, Dabney darling!" she hissed, half turning her head as she worked the head of his prick into her cunt, then ground her asscheeks back at him. He did and she sighed loudly. "Ooohhhh! Ohhhh damn damn, Baby, That's good, good!"

Dabney looked over at Blinda who had drawn her legs back high while Shug slipped in and out of her, not the entire length, but what she could handle, the drool running down his chin and dripping onto her sweat-coated breasts. He wished to Christ he owned that prick for a night! Then, behind him and still licking at the dim-wit's balls and ass was Jessica, with her ass thrust high in the air and Mark fucking her furiously, fucking her cunt and reaching down in under her belly to get to her clit, while she waved her ass wildly. Dabney raised his eyes then and saw April still holding to Lisa's hand, Lisa who looked as if she was spaced right out! April had bent down and kissed his wife on the lips: she was saying something to her and John was watching and waiting! Then, Lisa smiled at John, got up from her chair and walked zombie-like around the table, Jesus Christ! She was sitting down on his lap, while April came with her, still holding her hand!

Lisa felt stupidly stoned! She could barely make sense of anything, it seemed. That monstrous idiot was fucking the little teen girl, but the poor child was beginning to love it! And that made sense, the way she had drawn back her legs high, almost to the point where her knees were touching her breasts, and her round little asscheeks and pussy were undulating in a fevered cadence! God, what a licentious sight it was, watching his tremendous cock slither lubriciously in and out of her tiny young cunt! It didn't seem possible, but there was little question but what Blinda was enjoying it, and, and Lisa was happy for her! She'd endured the agony, now, if there could be pleasure, she should have it! In fact, watching her body succumb had actually inspired new, more vibrant sensations inside herself, and then, the one called Mark had crawled up behind Jessica, and Dabney, dear god!

If she'd had her wits about her she'd probably run screaming out of there when her very own husband had drawn the naked, redheaded twin to him and began to fondle her breast! Of all the things she had witnessed in the short time she'd been there, that sight had shocked her the most, and dear God, why wouldn't it?

He was her husband!

She loved him!

Had swindled, cheated and lied for him!

Now, this? This was her thanks?

What was he trying to do to her?

She saw the girl reaching behind her naked body, and she knew exactly what was happening!

This is the uninhibited generation, Lisa! You wanted to know! That is your husband on the floor with that girl! She's reaching for his cock! He's going to fuck her, and right in front of you! Right before your very eyes, this man whom, you've gambled your life with. Lord, yes, he is!

"Baby, Baby," April was saying, the words confusing Lisa's thoughts. "Baby, Daddy wants you, You're letting yourself get uptight over stupid things, Honey. Listen to him."

Lisa gaped at her, then at John who was half-smiling and holding to her free hand. "What's wrong, Chick? Look, little girl, you don't tie your mind up over such nonsense. You've let that New England background imbed its warped puritanism into your very soul! Now, come over here and sit on John's lap, let me talk to you. Come on, sit on Daddy's lap...."

Lisa felt as if someone had stuffed a wad of old rags in her throat. She could barely breathe. The whole spectrum was too much for her! Her loins and belly were alive with carnal excitement, and why wouldn't they be? Watching such lust-filled exhibitions, and she was certainly normal! But it was the blatant infidelity of her husband, or was it? Oh God!

"Don't be afraid, Darling," April whispered in her sultry voice. "Daddy's a good man, he wants to help. You need him, in more ways than one."

Lisa stared up at this girl, whom, she'd come to place some weird faith in while the lascivious minutes ticked away before her. April drew her slowly erect, then led her to John's lap where she hesitantly sat down. He eased his arm around her and clutched at her breast. Lisa couldn't allay the feeling of stimulation as she jerked erect. She twisted her head to stare into his lusty, gleaming eyes. On the floor, Blinda grunted out a passionate sound as Shug sunk deeper into her! It was all too much! Lisa twisted away from him and bolted to her feet. Wildly, she looked about the room while April sat quietly down to watch, her enchanting mouth broadening understandingly. Not a fool in this room would ever understand, April thought, not one of them! And that would make the difference! She loved her!

"Hey Baby, come on," John tried, but Lisa was up and away from him that fast.

"No! No! I'm not one of those perverted bitches!" she cried at him. "I'm going to get out of here, and right now."

April watched her spin around and cross the room, throwing open the door and running toward the front entrance of the hotel.

John shook his head, then slowly got to his feet. He smiled at April. "She's really got a problem."

"I know."

"I'll find her," he said. "She'll be better in the morning."

"Lovely, isn't she?" April answered. "You want a feminine secret?"

"Why not?"

"Be gentle, love, warm love and gentleness now; that's all, John, love and gentleness. She's torn apart."

"Hey, girl! Remember me? You bake the cookies, eh? I'll run this place."

"Sure, Darling, sure," April said, extending herself to kiss his lips.

John looked around him then as he stood, surveying what had become an orgy on the floor of his kitchen-dining room. Stupid bitches and bastards! His prick stirred violently inside his leg- clipped jeans, but not because of the lewd scene they portrayed, but with the covetous thoughts of the haughty Lisa Roberts! He couldn't remember when a bitch in this hotel had so stimulated him!

Lisa had been wrong, so horribly wrong! But she'd believed in Dabney! That was it, and even now, in her drugged haze, she truly believed that he never intended for anything like this, or anything out of the normal to happen! At least, not in the beginning, when they'd married! They'd loved each other and that was all they had understood. Being together, living, loving, life had meant so much to both of them!

So much, so much! It seemed like a joke now, didn't it, remembering as she lay there in the sand with the surf pounding behind her. My God! My God! They had damned near involved her in their perverted world! Think of that, Lisa Roberts! You've got no husband! He did truly die, and now you must.

"You don't run far for a strong, athletic girl!" he said, his voice sweeping down over her.

Lisa twisted herself onto her back. He, John, stood above her. Slowly, he lowered himself.

"Oh, oh God, please go away?" Lisa said to him.

"Why? That'd be a stupid thing, girl, especially when you want me here."

"I want to be by myself!"

He laughed. "No, not really you don't. You say it, but you're glad I came, In fact, you could've found places on this beach where no one would have discovered you, but you wanted me to."

"You, you're an egotistical man, John Van Horn!"

"I suppose so," he replied, lighting a cigarette. "Anyway, I brought us something I thought you would appreciate. Like a drag?"

She looked up at where he sat with Indian folded legs beside her. There was a man, at least enough to let her see his face. He was right, of course, right in everything he had said so far. She raised her hand and he placed the reefer between her fingers.

"W-What's happened to my husband?" she questioned, taking the weed to her lips.

"Happened? Has he changed?"

"You know he has."

"Really, or could it be that you're finally seeing the true Dabney?"

"I, I'm not sure, but he's not my husband."

John nodded. "Does he want to be?"

"How the devil should I know that? I went out on a limb for him in this insurance thing! And he made love to me."

"You mean he fucked you, Baby!"

The lewd word ricocheted in her brain for a full thirty seconds before she answered him. She couldn't help the strange licentious sensations it set off inside her. She gaped up at him in the semi-darkness.

She said: "He made beautiful love to me when I first arrived here, Look, he's my husband, I love him!"

"We all love each other, Baby. Nothing to get fanatical over."

"Oh, oh damn!" Lisa moaned, rolling onto her stomach away from him. "I've only been here a couple of hours, but don't you suppose I can see what your game is? All these pretty girls? Stupid, pretty, young girls like that poor Blinda who had to submit to the likes of Shug? Don't you think I can figure what it's all about, even with my New England brain?"

Again, John laughed. "How would you term it, Baby? You figure those girls are whores for my benefit, mine and Dabney's? Or maybe you see this layout as one big happy commune, a setup where the girls put out to keep the daddies happy while they promise them the moon."

"Well isn't it? The big-daddy thing, I mean!" Lisa snapped up at him.

"Maybe! Maybe, it is! Maybe, it's just exactly that!" John replied, unleashing his heavy legs from beneath him to slither behind as he lay down on his stomach beside her. "But when I came here, it wasn't! This shit-place looked as if it'd been crumbled by a bulldozer! April helped me! My baby, April! We made this place back into an oasis where the travelers could come, and they have! I'm not ashamed, nor am I ashamed of what happened back there! Some sort of law has to rule, and what you saw was their own!

"Like Dabney, d-d-doing it to that girl?"

"Doing it? You mean fucking, Baby?" he said, reaching down and moving his hands through the sand beneath her, then, lifting her up to him. "Is that what you mean, Doll?"

She hadn't expected him to do that and suddenly she was in his arms and staring up at his eyes, only inches away. "Y-Yes, that's exactly what I meant!" she said, balling her small hands into fists.

"I'm not responsible for your husband, baby. Let's understand that first," he half-hissed into her face. "But I'm not about to put him down either for fucking a girl, even if I was his keeper! That's one of the biggest hangups, Baby, the fact that we think we own our mates! We don't! For instance, April knows that I'm with you right now, and that I'm going to fuck you! She's not the least bit uptight."

"Wha-what, what are you saying?" Lisa gasped, his words registering fully in her mind. "You're going to, You're out of your mind! You're not going to lay your hands on."

"Oh yes, I am, Baby! I'm going to fuck you! You might call it rape, but I promise, before I finish with you, you'll love me, cause I'm going to keep raping your tight pussy until you beg me to split you wide open."

Lisa wrestled with him then, there in the sand. It was a stupid thing, she knew; he held her tight in his strong arms, smiling all the while she kicked and flailed her arms. He kissed her, kissed her with opened mouth, his moist tongue caressing her compressed, pouting lips, the feel of his soft, velvety beard against her face inciting new, unwanted sensations to ripple through her. He held her for a long moment, his mouth covering hers while his tongue taunted her trembling lips and his big hands smoothed over her back. Then, he lay her down and she stared up at his face that was partially illuminated by the faint light of the quarter moon.

"Y-You can do it!" she said, her voice quivering. "I can't stop you! But you know that I'll hate you, don't you."

"No, no, you won't, Baby," he answered her softly. "You want me to. We both know it, and I'm going to! I'm going to fuck you, Lisa doll! Right here on the soft, sandy beach, with the sound of that surf carrying us both right up and off, my cock deep inside your hot little pussy, and you want it there! You do, Baby, you do!"

"Ohhh, oohhh God!" she gasped uncontrollably as again he raised her up inside his arms and kissed her, but this time her lips parted for him and her tiny tongue came forward eagerly to meet his. She clung to him as he slowly lowered the zipper down her back; then, he was peeling the gown off of her and she felt cool sea air brush tantalizingly against her breasts, causing their nipples to distend in hardened delight. She was naked! Dear God! She was naked before him! "Oh, oohhhh, John, John, L-Love me! Love me, please?"

He pressed her gently back onto the soft sand sliding his tongue deep into her sweet tasting mouth, his big hand smoothing over her magnificent breasts to squeeze, massage and tenderly taunt their puffy nipples. Christ, she was a lovely piece, he thought in his building lust. Her husband was an idiot, a stupid, goddamned shithead! Already, she was beginning to moan passionately in under him and he let his hand trail down her ribcage across the satin smoothness of her belly, at last reaching the moist velvetiness of her hot, sensitive, vaginal split, playing momentarily in the sparsely covered golden pubic hair, then searchingly discovering her already erect clit. It was like a tiny nub to the tip of his finger; he tweaked it and she gasped into his mouth. He stroked it, then pinched it and she repeated her erotic gasp; he ran his finger downward through the damp, perceptive raw flesh to the small opening of her pussy, and while he tongue-fucked into her warm and receptively sucking mouth, he gently slipped his middle finger up into the moist quivering hole.

Lisa groaned desirously, her hips involuntarily writhing and lifting toward the pleasure bringing intrusion. The finger moved up into her knowingly, long and thick, she thought vaguely through the marijuana haze, like a small prick, beautifully, yes."

"Aaahhhh, yessss," she moaned. This was what she needed: heavenly bliss! Her whole body was coming lustfully alive, and she wasn't ashamed, It was beautiful, he was beautiful; this handsome bearded man, with his finger deep inside her cunt... her wanting cunt, playing at the tiny mouth of her womb, and a wave of new and exciting sensations raced over her vibrant flesh. Dabney, Dabney, why did you do this to me? It's over for us; you must know that, this beautiful man, he-he makes me feel as if we're about to leave this whole world together! His wonderful finger, shoved right up into my cunt, your cunt, Dabney, it was if you'd wanted it, but now, it's mine again, and his right now, because I want him there! I do! I do! Nothing else matters, but us now, right now!

Suddenly, he was no longer kissing her face but had moved down to her breasts, licking and sucking their throbbing fullness as he caressed and kneaded them delightfully with his free hand, while the penetrated middle-finger of his other played skillfully inside the warm depths of her pussy. His soft beard brushed against her silken skin provocatively as he slithered down her slowly, his moist teasing tongue and lips laving and kissing her trembling flesh, while she ran her fingers through his hair and lovingly grazed their tips over his bearded cheeks. She felt his tongue dip into the dimple in her belly, taunting it momentarily before moving downward over the bowl of her soft tummy flesh.

Oh God, there had never been anything like this, never, never! To be kissed all over this way was a phenomenon she had never experienced! Dabney had truly been the only man in her life sexually, even though there had been several close calls the past two-years, but her own fingers had provided the necessary release she'd had to have when the tensions became unbearable, and she had resorted to masturbation willingly rather than sacrifice her fidelity to her husband. But never in the two years they had lived together had Dabney ventured beyond conventions, nor had she encouraged him to, and never in all of the love-making hours they had passed together had she known the verge of such bliss as she was reveling in at that very moment!

He had moved down between her thighs, gently forcing them apart and placing himself between them, his face hovering just above her moist, tingling loins. She stared down at him, hardly believing the sight of him there, a sense of hedonistic abasement flickering through her at the realization that a strange man was actually viewing, examining, the most secret parts down between her open thighs, even if it were by the faint light of the moon! Oh... oh God! her mind was glazed in the lewd rapture that was helplessly overwhelming her. And then, she felt the large flat palms of warm hands pressing against the softness of her inner thighs, opening them wider apart, and her breath caught in her throat as she waited with screaming desire for what he would do to her next!

God in heaven! Was he really going to? She had never had it done to her with a mouth and tongue before, but she'd be lying to her own self if she denied that she had dreamed of it a thousand times, had even reluctantly discussed it with her girl friends, and openly spoke of it as a perversion! Was she actually that much of a fraud? Because right at that pin-pointed moment she was hoping and praying that he would! She wanted him to! Yes, Yes!

"Oooohhhh," she gasped with mouth open wide, lurching as his hot damp lips closed over the soft, long mound at the base of her belly. Then, as spiraling shocks of sensual pleasure raced through her, she sensed dewy, tantalizing kisses being lavished on the partially spread-open slit of her excited pussy, his tongue abruptly flicking at the moist, palpitating opening. Every muscle in her body tautened at the maddeningly entrancing licking of her slightly spread cunt-lips, causing ungovernable moans of ecstasy to tumble from her tongue-moistened lips.

God! Oh, God! She hadn't believed he would really do it! Not really lick and kiss it! She knew that such things by people in deep love were practiced, at least, the books and magazines said so, yet oddly enough, she doubted at that precise moment that she'd ever believed it, even though she'd wondered what it would be like, but thinking of it with Dabney had some how nauseated her, though she felt anything but sickened at that explosive second!

Yes, yes, he was doing it again! Oh God, it was absolutely heavenly! The gentle, loving tenderness of his tongue there, his hot wet tongue! She couldn't resist the desire to move her slender hands down over the sensuously throbbing mounds of her breasts to the smoothness of her heaving stomach and bringing them to rest on either side of her flushed pussylips. She could hear him breathing heavily, feel his hot breath against her soft pubic hair and the delicate graze of his beard against the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Slowly, deliberately, wantonly, she spread the fleshy, hairy lips apart with trembling fingers, her hands brushing the hair of his beard as he lowered his face to her and drew his warm, moist tongue up through the sensitive pink- flesh of her excitedly flowering cunt.

Lisa moaned, gasped, and spasmed beneath him. John sensed the movement of her beautiful blonde head beginning to roll back and forth in the sand as his spearing tongue wormed out again, its smooth flicking tip encircling her rigid, quivering clit. He sucked then, drawing the warm soft folds of inner-petals into the hot cavern of his mouth, hearing her straining whimper of bliss, while his tongue maintained its moral-shattering licking of the tiny nerve plexus between her legs.

Lisa no longer had any conception of time nor space. How long his unmatchable lovemaking went on she couldn't even remotely imagine, a minute, hour, eternity! All she could possibly comprehend was its unequaled ecstasy for her, as his tongue finally penetrated her moist, wanting pussy, surging deep, then taunting her urethra, surging deep again, then licking her clit, all of it over and over and over again, and again, all thoughts of her husband soaring miles and miles away.


April had found herself a bottle of rose wine and sat at the table sipping it while the orgy carried on around her. She watched the obscene circus absently, feeling little to sensually provoke her with the exception of Shug's stupendous prick, and that she had enjoyed too many times to lose her wits at seeing it plunge into the young girl's widespread little crotch. She smiled to herself as might some sort of evil den mother, she thought, smiled at the sight of Blinda who was completely strung out now with the sensations Shug's giant horse cock was bringing her, yet, he had still two to three inches of the massive shaft she couldn't begin to take. What a deceiving little bitch she was, with her warm smile and cold eyes, but at that very moment she was little more than a cheap whore masochistically loving the erotic torment the imbecile was thrusting into her moist, upthrust pussy.

Motherfucking bitch! And weren't they all! Parasites, Even worse than the so-called males that drifted to them. At least, the boys moved on, but these cock-struck broads, it was almost as if the word had spread regarding John's protective wing. They came and they clung there like bitch animals. A haven for whores. Sometimes, it made her sick to even think of it, and then, something would happen like Lisa... Lisa Roberts!

April looked at Lisa's husband as she raised the glass to her lips, stared at his lasciviously bent form that was draped over the Davis bitch's back and ass, the latter thrust high in the air so that he could soar into her multi-fucked cunt at will with driving force. She watched the hunched-down redhead's dangling breasts quiver rhythmically with Dabney's brutal lunges, her lovely long hair sweeping the floor with each flail of her head.

God almighty! They'd all screwed themselves out, and they were still just kids! Her sister, Jessica, a little to the left and behind her, straddled Mark's upthrust shaft, straining and writhing insanely to bring herself to orgasm, while the poor boy gaped up at her stupidly.

This was love? Good Lord, what did they know about love? Sex, yes! Love, no! And sex was running dry for all of them, including Dabney Roberts!

April lighted the joint she'd made for herself from the cigar box. She sucked the smoke into her lungs and held it there until almost none of it appeared when she exhaled. Her brain spaced pleasantly. What would her father say if he saw her do that, she thought, surprised that he should even enter her mind, it'd been that long. She smiled. Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, I always loved you, but never your wives. You were a good man, Daddy, but now, you're gone, and I wasn't even there when you died!

So ridiculous, just as John was ridiculous! With all of his money, his disgusting inheritance, they lived as might animals, on the fringe of it all. Stupid wasn't it, father? Are you looking down at me from up there? Do you despise me? Am I a shame to you, Daddy?

Momentarily, April thought she was going to cry. Of course, it was the goddamned pot and the wine together that were muddling her emotions and backing them up on her! She wasn't going to cry; she wasn't going to do anything only sit there and watch these sex fanatics drain their loins, just as John was doing with Lisa Roberts at that very minute!

She shook her head bitterly, then stared across the room at the wall blankly. God, she hadn't wanted that to happen, but there'd been no way to prevent it. She'd seen the lust in his eyes! He'd wanted her, damn! Damn! A hundred girls, maybe, more she'd willingly given him! Why was it necessary that he take her?

Again, April shook her head, ignoring the lustful, salacious scene that was taking place in the center of the room in front of her. Their orgiastic indulgence did nothing for her, but the memory of Lisa Roberts did, and she was not homo, bi, but never lez all the way; yet the picture she was nurturing of Lisa Roberts was driving her wild!

God! She'd never been jealous of any woman John had known, or wanted, but she was at that very moment! Even Riva in Toronto, she hadn't cared how much he fucked her, and God knows that she and Riva had carried on their affair for three years, and it might even be the same yet had John not shot that Quebec nationalist and gotten wounded himself. So many things had happened since. The Canadian government thought John dead, and Riva was gone, the big fix, the fatal overdose!

God almighty! Lisa, Lisa, don't let him! Please don't... I love you, Baby! I swear, I'll make you happy, please, Baby... please! She then sobbed into her hands.


Dabney Roberts's half-drugged brain was a soggy closet of lust, jealousy and rage. On his knees, hunched behind Darla Davis's luscious and furiously squirming body, he gritted his teeth wickedly as he fucked in and out of her moist, grasping cunt with long hard lunges, his lean asscheeks hollowing with every thrust. He'd seen Lisa run out and John go after her, the bastard! He was out there someplace now on the beach shoving his prick into her, just as sure as he was pounding the meat to this redheaded pig. The sonofabitch, he might've at least gotten his approval first, after all, she was still his wife, wasn't she? He'd never sniffed around April, even though he'd wanted to more than once but he'd respected the fact that she was John's wife, goddamn him! Oh, so she'd sucked him off once, but John'd been fucking her at the same time and she'd reached for him, not the other way around. Besides, that'd happened the first night he'd came there, and they'd wanted to make him welcome, they'd said.

He couldn't help the jealous anger that had begun to boil inside him, and wrathfully he sought to take it out on the salaciously undulating body of the straining girl beneath him. He squeezed her flesh in his cruel, strong hands, compressing it into thick weals, bloodless hillocks of her white, smooth skin raised on her lush, rounded asscheeks, and when he released them the ridges settled back slowly, leaving angry red marks fringed with a mean- looking mottled area that would remain for days. Each time he thrust, his fingers gripped her harder, squeezing her soft, unresisting thighs with growing sadistic delight, hurting her suddenly and forcing new groans of pain from her throat as she struggled to give him the full benefit of her bucking hips.

He stretched the soft white orbs of her asscheeks wide with rough fingers, watching the pink folds of moist, glistening flesh clinging tightly around his rampaging cock, levering forward with a teeth-gritting grunt and driving the thundering shaft to its hilt! He could feel the fleshy resistance deep inside her, feel it spread in soft rippling waves before the blunt, turgid head of his throbbing prick, raising a choking, guttural moan from the depths of Darla's chest, as though the breath had been driven out of her.

The bitch! They were all bitches! He knew she'd been fucked this deep before because she, too, had suffered the Shug Requital, but cunts were a unique marvel. The little whore, she was still tight enough to pass for yesterday's virgin, and now he wormed his cockhead around deep inside her passage, enlarging the depths at the mouth of her womb and beyond, feeling her clasping cuntal muscles gripping his rigid prick like warm, velvety elastic.

Blinda cried out like a banshee suddenly and Dabney gaped over to see Shug's sissy-skinned hulk begin to quake and he knew he was shooting his massive load of semen deep into the trembling belly of the chastised bitch, bringing her off at the same time with her legs drawn back high and her grotesquely stretched cunt bucking up against his glistening rod in a wild tempo. Jessica and Mark were nearing that point too; Dabney could tell by the slack expressions on their lust-incited faces, say nothing of the way she was pounding her wide-stretched cunt onto Mark's thick cock, her firm tits dancing and swaying to the rhythm of her insane fucking, and then, he saw April just sitting there, watching it all absently, getting stoned on pot and rose wine, yeah, and even shedding tears!

Goddamn! She was actually crying, and over John, no doubt, out there someplace fucking hell out of Lisa! Jesus Christ, he'd never dreamed that she loved the sonofabitch that much! And the bastard was out there ramming his filthy cock into his own wife!

Abruptly, Darla had reached down between her hungrily grinding thighs and was cupping and squeezing Dabney's sperm bloated balls, and momentarily his mind blanked with all else but the libidinous delight at hand. His attention was immediately drawn back to the slave-like position of the voluptuous bitch bent servilely before him. He began to pant loudly as he watched his iron-hard prick, moist with Darla's cuntal secretions, pistoning into the pink, flowered-open hole of her seething, hairy cunt. The sight of her full, rounded asscheeks and her working little ass were having their effects now on his powerfully building climax. Her own soft, hot hand was churning and milking his balls, while her other was lasciviously stroking her tiny clit; his eyes beaded luridly as they gaped at the ragged, puffy lips of the protective fleshy lips on either side of her cunt, drawing back with each outstroke then swallowing in again when he moved forward into her with his furious in-and-out cadence. Shit! Shit! He was going to cum! And so was she, any fucking second! She spread her trembling thighs wider and shoved her ass back wantonly, until he could feel the matting of his pubic hair brushing tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her spread-open asscheeks, and the head of his charging prick ripping erotically into her tender womb.

"Oh, oh, Ooohhh! Fuck hard, Baby! Ram it hard, harder!" Darla chanted from her lewd, bent-over position, waggling her hips and ass wildly. "I-I'm going to cum! Ohmygod! I'm cuuummmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!"

"Oh damn, me tooooo!" Jessica cried out, her plunging hips writhing and heaving with abandon as she screwed her heated young pussy hard down onto Mark's jerking cock that was obviously squirting its jets of sperm deep up into her flowering womb. "Oh, fuck yesssss! I'm cuuuummmmmiiiinnnggggg."

Dabney's brain reeled as if he were being sucked down in the vortex of a whirlpool, down! Down! Down! Even as he was being lifted up! Up! Up! He heard the bitches' cries of enchantment and Mark squeal like a stuck pig, while he clenched fiendishly at the redhead's licentiously waggling hips and felt the flood of her warm climactic release bathing his aching prick, foaming out whitely around the deeply embedded rod and down onto his swaying, swollen balls that Darla had deserted in the throes of her own ecstasy; then his hot sperm began to travel the distance from his balls to the tip of his jerking cockhead, spitting in thick, white spurts to splash against the walls of Darla's quivering belly, her luscious ass skewering back onto his shaft, her asscheeks flattening against his hips and pelvis, while her own orgasm continued to unfold insanely to the violent force of his ejaculation.


The pot-stoned Lisa Roberts groaned huskily from deep in her throat as John's hot, probing tongue-tip continued to work its way up and down the length of her tingling pink cuntal slit, starting at her lower belly and slithering its way down, down over the clasping mouth of her moist pussy and into the crevice of her uncontrollably flexing asscheeks. She felt his strong hands move to the backs of her knees that were splayed out wide and arched on either side of him; he raised and pressed her legs up over her body so that their kneecaps touched her breasts, lewdly exposing the whole delicate plane of her spread-open pussy to his eager mouth.

"Oh... my God, John... John! Wh-What are you doing to me? Oh, oh, Lord," she whimpered sensually as he flicked his tongue against the tight little puckered ring of her ass, and she reveled in the erotic sensations it sent charging over her. Dear God in heaven! She'd never imagined that such wanton, licentious acts could be so heavenly!

She gasped and moaned beneath the magical enchantment of his voracious sucking and licking of her upturned ass and genitals. She felt as if she were floating on an exalted level, above all worldly things, as if she had somehow been delivered into the hands of a god, a love god! And then, he was drawing her clit up to anew, erect state, using lips and teeth and a liquid tongue! Her naked, wanting loins were a maelstrom of rapture! Oh, God, she could love him forever and ever.

He moved up over her, tonguing her navel, leaving a damp, hot trail as he inched along her trembling, needing body, at last finding the nipple of her left breast, and then her right, sucking and raising salacious gasps of additional pleasure from deep in her throat. He kissed her then and she tasted the tongue that had brought her such carnal pleasure, tasted her own cuntal poignancy there and trembled erotically with the lascivious delight and the forbidden thought of it.

"Oh, oh, John," she hissed. "It's never been like this for me, I swear it!"

"Baby, I'm glad, yeah, but shit, it was just a little cunt licking," he said, half-grinning crudely. He raised his face to almost leer down at her in the moonlight. "Hey, for Christ' sake, you mean you've never had your cunt eaten before?"

The vulgarity in his use of vile words at such a moment when her mental and physical being were near ready to burst with desire for him both stimulated and confused her emotionally. Then, she felt herself shaking her head negatively.

Christ, she was a beautiful bitch, he thought! His cock throbbed unmercifully inside his clipped jeans. How the hell was he going to take her, anyway? She was too fucking much just to waste on a straight cock-ramming the first time! He stared down at her and saw the gleam of moonlight reflected in her beautiful, limpid eyes. Fuck, she was all gone; her luscious tits were heaving as if she'd just run ten miles! He couldn't believe it! That goddamned stupid Roberts! This was a sex-mine he had here, and he was ready to swap her in for some Frisco chippy he'd bred by accident! Crazy bastard!

But maybe his loss was going to be John Van Horn's gain, Yeah, why not? With a little training she could make one hell of a mate, and let's face it, man, April was running out of gas for him. He'd been thinking off and on of shedding her for months; she just didn't have it anymore for him. But he'd have to play it cool; he needed the sixty grand of Dabney's to make the deal with Lopez. Yeah, he still needed the dumb fuck for a while but as soon as he could!

"Wh-What are you thinking?" she breathed up at him, a hesitant little smile tugging at her lovely mouth.

Her white teeth glistened in the pure ivory light and he felt her hands, her soft, smooth hands moving caressingly over the flesh of his long chest. Fuck, he had her right up a tree! She wanted it so bad she was just about ready to start begging! A charge of sadistic lust shot through him. He said: "I was thinking of all the ways I want to fuck you, Baby. Does that make your pussy tingle, or scare the shit out of you instead?"

Again, his flagrant question and foul language both excited and repulsed her at the same time, but the carnal sensations that prickled over her aroused flesh like a spring shower were too strong to ignore. Dear God, she needed release from the urgent tension he had caused to mount tormentingly inside her, yet, she wasn't so naive as not to realize the lurid acts that his questions entailed! But she wasn't frightened, at least, not of him nor his body, nor even what he might choose to do to her, God, she wanted him so damned badly!

"Does it?" he repeated, his breathing coming faster.

"No, no! I'm not afraid!" she gasped. "Only do something to me, before I lose my mind!"

"Fuck!" John blurted, reaching to clutch at her heaving breasts hungrily. His cock was hammering inside his cut-offs, and even the fucking surf was pounding crazily in his ears. "Okay, you luscious cunt! I'll do something!" Abruptly, he was on his feet and shedding his pants, and then he was down on top of her once more, straddling her with his asscheeks crushing her heavy breasts into her chest, his long, thick cock poling out from his hairy loins, its moist soft tip brushing against her chin. "There, you beautiful bitch! Let's see you suck that for starters!"

The force of his weight dropping heavily onto her drove the breath from Lisa's chest with a grunting sound, while her eyes widened in unexpected shock at the sight of his hard, thick penis waggling and grazing against her chin, only inches away from her mouth! For a long moment, she stared at it in growing and cringing repugnance! She sensed the desire within her almost immediately beginning to subside in the wake of his animal-like convergence on top of her! Dear God, what had she let herself in for? Never, even with Dabney, had she given her self to the perverted act! Oh, God in heaven. No, No!

"What's the matter, Baby? The thought of sucking my cock too much for you? Or maybe it's just the sight of it right up next to those pretty lips that gives you the whammies?" he hissed down at her from between clenched teeth. "Oh, Doll, you want it! You want it in your mouth so bad that your belly's beginning to churn right now! You just didn't like the way I came at you, right? Well, this man's laying claim to your ass from now on, little girl, so you better get used to his ways of doing things. When I say fuck, you fuck! And when I say suck, you suck! Because that's the way Daddy likes his bitch, and he doesn't want it necessary to beat it into her head! Now, we're going to take some of that puritanical starch out of your little ass, Baby, and in a few minutes you're going to be sucking that prick like a baby suckling its mother's tit."

Lisa stared up at him in speechless trepidation; his words, each graphic one, ricocheted against the walls of her brain, and then she felt his hand moving behind him along the quaking flesh of her belly and down through the sparse hair covering her mound into the moistness between her pussy lips, until once more he'd found her clit, sending wild little galvanic sensations to spasm through her spontaneously as he began to skillfully masturbate it.

She moaned aloud at the immediate ripples of erotic delight, his manipulations sent racing through her loins and dancing tinglingly from her cunt lips both down her thighs and upward over her belly. His words continued to reverberate in her mind, and she knew that everything he'd said was true! Then, she found herself gazing down at the length of his cock brushing against her pointed chin, wishing that she could better see it in the faint light, and sensing her hands coming up toward it from either side as if they were being operated by some force outside her own body. She grasped it, encircling the fingers of her right hand around its hot, hard thickness as the pounding surf thundered in her skull. She became aware of his strong asscheeks, spread and flat, heavy on her breasts, his soft and velvety balls cool against her smooth naked skin, in contrast to his throbbing hot shaft in her hand. Wildly now, her sensuously fermenting mind began to whirl with the libidinous pleasure he was inciting between her legs. She gazed at his long, throbbing cock in her hand and began to stroke it lovingly, while her other hand slid down the crevice between her breasts to cup his heavy swollen balls tenderly, and then, raising her head slightly, she flicked out her saliva-moistened tongue and licked at the tiny opening splitting the spongy tip, and for the first time in her life tasted the delicious tang of the male animal! The exhilarating experience increased her passion by ten-fold, peaking the sensations that were saturating her whole vibrant body to a near-unbearable point, and suddenly, nothing mattered only getting his cock into her mouth and sucking the very nectar from his balls deep into her own throat and belly. She whimpered as she raised her head higher, opening her lips and mouth, then drawing his long, thick rod inside, along the length of her exploring tongue almost to her throat, then withdrew her head slowly as she sucked and worked her tiny tongue along it with inherent knowledge, her hand moving to its base to draw the foreskin back with thumb and forefinger so that she could lick tauntingly at the sensitive underside of its glans. Oh, God, she thought wildly, this was it... this... Him... oh, heavenly love!

He had her now, John knew, as he stared down at her lust-contorted face writhing in the sand beneath him and sucking at his cock like any little split-tail in the hotel. It never failed; nothing broke them down any quicker than a little pussy lapping and a finger job on their cunt-button. If there was any task to it, it was getting into their pants in the first place, but he was convinced that a tongue and finger could whip them into line faster than a hard prick anytime. Maybe it was because they were all ingrained lesbians, he didn't know nor give a goddamn, not as long's he had a delicious cunt like this to suck him off.

Rousing sensations of lust charged through him at the sight of her there mouthing his cock with tightly closed eyes, clinging to it with one hand while she milked his balls with the other, and suddenly, he raised to his knees and was fucking the bulbous, turgid head furiously into her receptive mouth.

Lisa sucked at it with new-born hunger, her brain saturated with the sheer carnal salacity of the act and the never-before enchantment of his masturbation. His hand around behind his back was almost brutally stroking the open slit down between her legs, and she opened her thighs to him lustfully, her mind blank to all else but the magnificent taste of the cock fucking into her mouth and the huge hand raping in and out her cunt!

John grunted loudly as the surf roared behind them, roughly entwining his clenched fist in her long blonde hair, jerking her head erect, while the other ravaged her cunt unmercifully. He began buffeting her soft white body back and forth viciously in the sand beneath his spread legs, staring down at her lipstick-rimmed, elastic-like lips sucking with all of their newly discovered lust on his cock fucking into her mouth. He watched almost mesmerized, as her ovaled lips clung to his thick shaft, pulling out tiny ridges of pink-colored inner flesh in the moon's light when he jerked his ass back, then thrusting them in again when he plunged forward sinking his cock deep into her throat in an unbelievable, obscene performance he would never have believed possible, at least, the first time, until the scraggly hairs of his pelvis were damned near brushing her nose, the tensile rim of her luscious lips sucking tightly around the shaft of his white, almost cumming prick!

Shit yes! He was going to blow his nuts! He didn't know about her, but he....

"You sonofabitch! Goddamn you, John! Get off my wife or I'll kill you right there!" Dabney snarled in a quaking voice. "So help me, I'll kill you!"

Lisa heard the half-shrieking voice above the surf's continuous thunder, heard it and recognized it as Dabney's, yet nothing in the physical world could have made her give up the delicious cock in her mouth, had not John torn himself away from her and left her there half-sitting, half-lying in her absolutely obscene, naked position before the slender man waving the gun crazily!

"You goddamned, dirty, lousy cunt!" Dabney screamed, charging her and slapping her viciously across the face with his free, open hand. "I ought to kill both of you right here and feed you to the fucking sharks!"

The blow stunned Lisa for a moment, knocking her over onto her side, but neither the blow nor anything less than a bullet from his gun could have arrested the maddening tremors of desire that filled her unfulfilled body! Oh! God! She'd been almost there, another thirty seconds, She rolled onto her back and began to sob in near-hysterics.

"You bitch! You should bawl, goddamn you! Two hours here with us and this is the way I find you!"

"man, man! What's wrong with you?" John managed, forcing a smile as he held his hands above his shoulders while his prick continued to dip downward flaccidly. "Now, put that gun away, Baby, before somebody gets hurt, eh? I mean, shit, boy, if I'd known you were up tight over the girl like this, I mean, hell, I'd have avoided her like the clap! You know me, Dabney, I've always been right with you, haven't I?"

"Goddamnit, John, you could've squared it with me first!" Dabney spat, still holding the pistol in front of him. "After all, she's my wife, isn't she? And you don't see me trying to hustle April! If you'd just let me know."

"Fuck man! You were humpin' the Davis bitch! Besides, I thought you were all gone on the San Fran."

"Forget that!" Dabney cut him short. "Goddamn it, you know I'm right, John! You were slicing my own meat and you know it!"

He ranted on while John stood there half listening, his heart pounding in his throat. The crazy bastard! He hadn't been two seconds away from pulling that trigger! And no cunt was worth spilling his life's blood for! She was a dream and all that, but right now it was a matter of bleaching bones washed up on a beach somewhere, "L-Look man, you've known me, how long now? A year, some better? Okay, have I ever lied to you? Have I?"

"What the hell're you getting at, John?"

The handsome, bearded man shrugged. "So, so, every cat meets a bitch who can seduce him. You know that, Dabney, you're all man. I, I don't want to cut you, boy, not if you feel that way about her."

"I don't feel anything about her! She's a fucking lowlife bitch! And she's going to get hers, I promise you that!" Dabney snarled.

Again, John shrugged. "Okay, Okay, only she gave me this little pitch, see, she wanted to suck me off, like April wanted it that first night with you, remember? Hey, you remember how she wanted to eat your prick to make you feel welcome? Do you?"

"Yeah! I remember," Dabney said, staring at Lisa who had pulled her shift over her and was sitting up in the sand gaping at both of them in disbelief. "O-Okay, so I lost my head," he added, lowering the weapon, but not his glaring eyes from his wife. "Put your goddamned hands down. Fuck, I should've let you choke the bitch to death on the end of your cock!"

John laughed heartily "Well, that's better, man. Now you sound like the Dabney I know." He came forward, pulling his arm around the tall, slender figure. "Look, Baby, we've got too much in the cooker to blow it out here on the beach over a stupid broad, haven't we? Eh?"

"Yeah, you're right, John," Dabney hissed, not looking at him but eyeing Lisa viciously. "Somebody's going to be taught a lesson though! That filthy bitch sprawled in the sand there, the cunt who tried to make me believe she'd been playing the grieving wife for the past two years, while all the time she was out sucking off every cock she could find, including that fag half-brother of hers, probably. Well, we'll wind this up."

"Now, man! Hold it! Keep your cool!" John said, grasping gently onto him as he started for Lisa who still sat there in shocked horror, staring at them as if they were people who had materialized from some weird, impossible night mare. "Remember Lopez, eh? Two-hundred-thousand dollars, Dabney! That's what the Blackman'll pay! Now, let's use our heads, go back to the hotel, have a few drags and head for TJ? No mistakes that'll put us down, right? Clear thinking, Then?"

Dabney sighed heavily. "Okay, that makes sense," he said, thinking of Rachel. Jesus, he didn't want to do anything to jeopardize their thing. And this promiscuous little bitch wasn't worth that! "I'm with you, John. We go back to the hotel, smooth out, then head for Tijuana and Lopez."

"Right, Baby, right!" John said, grinning. He clapped Dabney's shoulders and the latter returned his grin. "Let's go."

Dabney turned to Lisa. "Come on, cocksucker! You won't need that rag! Just leave it there and come on! I'm not going to kill you; John's right like usual. I'll just let you spoil in your own rot juice, Now, move before I decide to shove a chunk of driftwood up your filthy cunt!"


Dabney hadn't stopped Lisa from running up the stairs to their room once they were back in the hotel, but in her nakedness the shame she endured as her husband paraded her before the others who were sprawled about the lobby participating in various acts of venereal obscenity, announcing her as the establishment's new "house cocksucker," nearly broke her down completely. Finally, he had let her go and she managed to get up the stairs, her tears blinding her as she stumbled to their room, slamming the unlockable door behind her and throwing herself across the bed to sob pitifully.

The shocking horror of it all was not in the brutalness of her husband, nor the degradation he had submitted her to, but the complete desertion by John and his vicious lies in accusing her of seducing him, insisting that she had begged him to let her, suck him off, as he'd so foully put it!

M-My God! I can't believe it yet! That he could do such a cowardly thing to me in order to save his own skin, and after just telling me how he was claiming me for his own! The bastard! The craven bastard! They're nothing but animals, all of them!

She sat up suddenly, wiping the tears from her eyes with her fingers and brushing her long hair behind her shoulders, There was only one thing to do, and that was to get out of there as quickly as possible! Get away from there as far as she could, as fast as she could! God, her loins still throbbed in her frustrated denial of release from John's masturbatory lovemaking while she, she was, oh, she didn't want to think of it! Only to leave that horrible place, now, before it was too late!

Her bags were still packed and she wasted no time getting dressed. If she could get to the highway she felt certain she could catch a ride, and she had enough money to buy her air passage back to Bratham. Then, she'd make a clean breast of everything to the insurance company and take whatever punishment she had coming. Anything would be better than getting further involved in this licentious nightmare! And to think that she had willingly let herself be taken in, not only by Dabney, but by his so-called friend and obvious partner, Oh, they were beautiful people, all right! The uninhibited generation! God Almighty, in a matter of hours she had received an education from them that she wouldn't forget in her whole remaining lifetime!

Lord, Lord! Help me now, oh, please, help me, she thought in tremoring fear as she stepped out into the hall carrying her two valises.


April sat quietly at the table, watching and listening to John and Dabney as they discussed their plans prior to leaving for Tijuana, Mexico. The pot had served to smooth Dabney's rage and that pleased her. She was sorry that it'd happened; she had tried to talk Dabney out of going off looking for them, but it'd been useless. He'd been uptight and there'd been no holding him back; then, he'd ran upstairs and when he'd come down, she had seen the revolver in h