What a wanton bitch she would have turned out to be if she hadn't married Mark! She blessed her decision to marry him quickly. But if he knew what had driven her to beg him to take her to the altar, he would be profoundly shocked. She was still shocked herself by what had been done to her by those three unprincipled males.
Mark was late coming home, but she was understanding when he walked through the door, his face tired and his clothing wrinkled. His aspect didn't deter her from throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him warmly.
"How's my darling tonight?" she purred. "Baby looks all done in."
Mark didn't meet her eyes. "I am, DesirЋe." He shook his head sadly and noticed the dinner table. His face looked sad. "Let me wash up."
DesirЋe waited for him at the table, her flesh steaming up with thoughts of getting into bed with him tonight. She was so keyed up with the day's activity and being indoors all day. He was what she needed to cool her energetic body.
Mark sat down, his gaze briefly touching her face, but in the shadows she couldn't read anything there.
"How'd it go, sweetheart?" she asked soothingly.
He shook his head. "There are drugs being sold around the high school and the disco and Clete seems unable to catch the culprits. I went out to the Pace ranch today to see if anyone out there would let slip any information."
"And?"
"No luck. Nancy knows nothing, but I've got a feeling Clete is involved with them, protecting them. If he is, the poor girl will be in for a heartbreaking shock when he gets caught. I don't trust him."
"I've never liked him," DesirЋe confessed. "He's always made me uncomfortable, the way he looks at a girl."
Mark gave a grunt. "Well, Nancy's getting all his looks now. The girl has changed – really changed, since her experience with that dog."
DesirЋe froze at his mention of the wild animal she knew only too well.
"Even so, he wanted the council to put up a bounty of five thousand dollars on that dog. I don't think he's going to put any real effort into catching it until there's money in it for him."
DesirЋe's eyes clouded when he mentioned the dog, Lobo. The night he had visited her, licked her to sensuous defeat, mounted her, and used his giant, red cock to bring her to orgasm, was brought back to her vividly. She recalled how after that she had slept with her windows and shutters closed until moving out of her parent's home into this lovely new house of Mark's.
The young husband ate sparsely while DesirЋe, her hands trembling with emotions she didn't want to feel, stuffed herself with her own delicious meal. It wasn't until she was full and had followed him into the bedroom that she noticed that he just wasn't himself.
Kicking off his pants, Mark fell into bed. While she watched him, DesirЋe disrobed her lithe, voluptuous body in a way she thought provocative until she noticed that his eyes weren't even open. Completely naked, her large, firm breasts jiggling with her movements, she slid in beside him, feeling her vagina moistening in anticipation of what she hoped he would give her. Her hand went to his strong chest, down over his belly, then timidly to his cock. She had never taken the initiative before, but she felt so hot, so hot. Her fingers tentatively explored his soft pubic hair, finding it slightly crusty with something, and then found his flaccid penis.
Mark groaned groggily, apologizing for his lack of energy. He was already nearly asleep!
The young woman moaned with disappointment, an irritating tension creeping up her spine. Here she was aroused and wide-awake, with Mark dead to the world.
DesirЋe rolled onto her back, biting her lip. Her hands stole up and cupped her breasts, pinching her neglected, pink, hard nipples. Her breath quickened. Just the proximity of him excited her. Her fingers traveled down to her dribbling pussy, pushing into the warm vulval crease and beginning to manipulate her twitching clitoris with one hand while the fingers of the other plunged into her tight, silky, lonely, love channel.
Mark was too deep asleep, dreaming of his afternoon activity with Nancy Pace, to hear his young bride's whimpers of pleasure as she fantasized about him.
"THAT S-S-SON OF A B-BITCH!" roared Clete Anderson, gibbering with jealous anger. He'd been sitting behind the scarred desk in his office, staring idly at the half-empty bourbon-bottle he'd been nursing, while lecherously dreaming of the tightly rounded, naked young ass DesirЋe Denning. The jangling phone had interrupted his lust-whetting thoughts, but the irritation in his voice quickly faded when Priscilla, the fire-breathing daughter of the town's biggest big-wig, bitterly unloaded on him! Goddamn, he couldn't believe it! Nancy and Mark Denning! That little two-timing bitch!
In nothing short of lynx-eyed rage, Priscilla wasted no time in reaching the Pickford's Meadows Police Chief. Nor did she mince words with the barrel-chested official in conveying to him what she thought of his "little whore fiancee"!
"Y-You're sure? I mean…"
"You don't know your own stupidity, do you, Anderson! I don't make mistakes! You ought to know that!" she grated into his ear, causing him to momentarily jerk the receiver away. "I saw when they parked, then left the old quarry, and I tell you true they weren't there looking for rocks! I saw the whole thing, humping, sweating and screaming. But that's neither here nor there! You listening?"
"Y-Yeah, sure, Priscilla! I'm hearing every word!" the swollen-faced police officer replied, his mean eyes vindictively glaring with the thoughts of what he would do to the unfaithful little cunt for this! And Denning, that sonofabitch, he'd hang him by his balls!
"I know what you're thinking, but forget it!" the snapping voice of the auburn-haired girl intuitively ordered. "We're doing this my way, just as we planned! Understand?"
"Right, right, your way, Priscilla," Anderson quickly agreed, though his own vengeful thoughts were far from forgotten. "Just name the time."
"Tonight, if I can inveigle DesirЋe Denning out here to the ranch. Unless I've lost my grip, you can count on it," Priscilla swore, her words reaching him with a somewhat snakelike hiss. "I'll call you back to verify everything within an hour or so. I want Mark Denning's balls tacked right up over my bed, Clete, you understand?"
"Right, I know! You can count on me!" Anderson answered in a half-drunken, private viciousness of his own.
"I better be able to! Get some camera equipment ready, video and an SLR, and don't forget to see your little friend and get the acid," she reminded him. "We'll catch the whole scene on film – but remember, keep my face out of it, understand! Do what ever you want with the rest of me."
"Right," Clete said, lustfully grinning at the prospective thought. "Don't worry, honey, they'll be pictorial gems."
"Okay, okay, I can just imagine what's going through that lecherous brain of yours. You just sit there and think about it until I call you and verify that it's on, and don't come out here drunk," warned Pickford's Meadows' richest and most powerful bachelorette. "Or I might just have two pair of balls hanging over my bed!" Priscilla turned away and picked up the phone. "Now I think I'll give the little angel a discreet phone call. Do you mind?"
"No problem," Clete said. "But first let me call Johnny Canning and have him round up some LSD or something for you," Clete said, dialing the young pusher's portable number. He had to wait a long time before Canning answered. "Yeah, Johnny. Meet me out on the south road in an hour. Yeah, and bring some LSD and other things." He smiled at Priscilla. "Now you can call little DesirЋe and start the ball rolling."