While the cruelly pinioned girl continued to plead and cry beneath him, Jim drove his swollen throbbing cock deep into her pussy again and again and again. He relished the way her taut cunt-walls clenched his turgid organ, molding themselves around his thickness on each instroke. As he pulled out of her hot depths, he enjoyed the salacious impression that her pussy was clinging to him, trying to keep him from escaping.
Jim knew he would suffer no repercussions from taking advantage of the squirming blonde. The very fact that she wasn't screaming at the top of her lungs told him she had a stake in keeping the situation a secret. And, after all, how many women would want their neighbors to know they liked to get it on with dogs?
Leering lustily, he shoved his prick deep into her twat. The pained grimace on her face made the pleasure all the more intense for him. It was just like screwing his wife all over again. She never looked happy to see him rutting over her either. But on the other hand, her pussy never felt like this sweet honeypot.
As she lay hopeless beneath the grunting man, Ellie felt a strange recklessness creep over her. There was no one to save her. Maybe there was nothing to be saved from. After all, hadn't she already made love to a woman and a dog today? What more did she have to lose? What did she have to hold on to? Certainly not self-respect. Yesterday she had been a faithful young wife. Faithful, at least, in deed, if not in thought. Today where was she? Lost, confused, alone. Alone but for this foul-breathed older man who was relentlessly fucking her pussy.
Without waring, something inside Ellie snapped. Part of her wanted to get this degradation over with as soon as possible. Part of her was beginning to enjoy the perverse thrill of being fucked against her will – by a dirty old man, who was probably harmless enough when his cock wasn't ruling his head. It was all so crazy. She didn't want to think about it!
To keep herself from thinking about it, she began to grind her hips tentatively up against the man's loins. Though it wasn't premeditated, a low groan of pleasure escaped her lips. His cock was big and filling. He had a hard, unyielding rhythm that made her respond in spite of herself. "Uuuuhh! Oooooohhh, yeah!"
A broad grin spread over the old prospector's features. She was learning to like it. She was squirming abandonedly beneath him, working with him instead of against him. Her cries of despair had turned into sensual moans of lusty appreciation.
"Oh, yeah, baby! I knew you'd go for me if you gave yourself a chance! I may be getting old, but I still think I can outdo a dog-prick when I set my mind to it!" With furious abandon, he drove his prick far into her wet hole, grazing the tip against her cervix deep inside. Jim felt like a new man. And he owed it all to the lush little cunt squirming beneath him!
Though she shivered with revulsion at his lewd remarks, the shiver quickly turned into a tremor of masochistic excitement. He may be old and kind of repulsive, but he could fuck. He had a cock that was splitting her cunt-lips wide. Her whole body was aquiver with his hard-probing titillation. Ellie scarcely recognized her new jaded self. What had become of her in just a few short hours? How could she be settling for this kind of degrading treatment – and liking it? She was actually liking it!
As though to drive out the whispers of her own conscience, Ellie drove her pussy more wantonly up against the man's loins. She undulated her cunt from side to side, so sometimes the pressure was more intense on one side, sometimes on another. Soon the tantalizing strokes of his big cock acted upon the blonde's brain like a hypnotizing pendulum. Her reality dwelled up inside her pussy. She was getting fucked, soundly fucked – and it felt good!
"Oooooh yeah! Do it to me! Fuck me!" She had never said those words to anyone but her husband. Again tears sprang to her eyes. But for a different reason this time. For the mourning of lost innocence.
At last, the intense input was more than the young wife could bear. Her whole body seemed to convulse inward on itself, then to explode outward in a lusty burst of energy. "Oh my God! I'm cumming! Jee-zuz – it's so strong!"
Delighted with the effect he was having on his now-willing victim, Jim was able to make only a few more strokes before he too came. "Shit, baby! Here it cums! Make way for my load, beautiful!"
The sounds of his ecstasy were repulsive to her, even as she still shuddered in excitement.
Before they had a chance to catch their breath, the door opened. It was Wanda, with a tray of food. She set her burden on her dresser and rushed over to the bed. "Jim, what the hell are you doing here? Is he bothering you, Ellie?"
Ellie's eyes looked dully up at the other woman. "Just don't tell Hank, Wanda. That's all! Please!" She turned over onto her belly and buried her face in a pillow. Her body heaved with sobs.
Wanda had come too late! And Ellie would never be the same!
CHAPTER NINE
When Ellie got home from town, it was well past dinnertime. Hank met her at the door to the trailer. He pulled her roughly inside and sat her down at the dining table.
"Where the hell have you been? I've been worried sick!"
His blonde wife was exhausted, physically and emotionally. She was not prepared for a third degree. Her lower lip began to tremble as she struggled against tears and an absurd desire to tell Hank everything – to get the whole gruesome load off her chest. "I was in town – visiting Wanda."
"Then why the hell didn't you tell me before you left, so I wouldn't have worried? I was just about to get Greg to drive me to the Highway Patrol station."
Ellie shuddered at the thought of having the police discover her in bed with a woman or a dog or a grimy old prospector. She would never have been able to look anyone in the eye again. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be late."
She realized there must be something in her eyes, a look that was making Hank regard her with such close suspicion. "What were you two doing all that time?" Hank hadn't forgotten that Wanda was a hooker. What could she and his innocent young wife find in common that would keep them occupied for so many hours?
Hank didn't really want to be angry with his beautiful wife. But the worry he had been experiencing for the last few hours was turning to nervous fury as Ellie persisted in looking away from him every time he tried to scrutinize her face. What had she been doing? The man had never worried about his wife's fidelity before, but she had never worried him like this either. She had never come home with such a guilty look. She had never been this quiet, this subdued.
As her husband grew more frantic in his questions and accusations, Ellie became more withdrawn. She was too exhausted even to cry, though the tears hovered only a millimeter from the surface, making her eyes and her heart ache.
The young husband had never been so angry. He was afraid that, if he didn't take measures against it, he might even strike the woman he had worshipped for the last year. "Ellie, I can't handle this any more. I'm just too mad to be rational. I'm going out for the night. I'll see you."
"Hank?"
He ignored her feeble cry. She heard the door bang behind him, the roar of the engine as he slammed the station wagon into gear and peeled away. For several minutes she sat with her head buried in her arms. Then she went to the top cupboard over the sink and found a bottle of Scotch. She drank herself to sleep.
When she awoke, the sun was up. There was still no sign of Hank. Rather than try to deal with the incredible sequence of events of the previous day, Ellie fixed herself a liquid breakfast. The alcohol made it seem not quite so bad that her husband wasn't there to kiss her good morning.
When Greg came in search of his partner, Ellie told him he had had to go to town to send a telegram. He would have to work alone today. She realized Greg probably knew Hank had left the night before, but she had no desire to explain things to him. After all, she considered him indirectly responsible for all that had happened yesterday. If it hadn't been for Greg, she would never have met Wanda. She would never have gone to the redhead's hotel to seek advice on her forbidden crush. She closed the trailer door on the surprised man. Through a window, she watched him walk off into the bushes, in the direction of the dredge site. She sighed with relief and poured herself another drink.