The Rancher's Wife Part 9

Kate wasn't ready for his tremendous pulsating eruption that flowed heatedly deep into her desperately working throat, and she choked and sputtered and gagged at first. Her mouth filled and overflowed with the teenage boy's creamy white c.u.m and in desperation she swallowed to keep from drowning! On and on the spewing bursts came in thick streams which she voraciously gulped. Oh G.o.d! Her Adam's apple bobbed lewdly as she tried to swallow it all, for there was a great sense of pride and accomplishment at taking it all. She wanted his fresh, virile young s.e.m.e.n in her body! She wanted it all ... deep inside her belly!

Then it was over and the heavily breathing boy collapsed beside her, his eyes closed, his head pillowed on her breast, one thigh flung across her slender tanned legs. Gradually, he eased back to earth on a cloud that hit with a great thud, and he must have dozed off momentarily for he couldn't recall how he came to be beside Mr.

Sutherland's wife and holding her so close and half under him. Then he remembered. He was a man ... by G.o.d! His body felt lethargically alive and alert and the fabulous warmth of a good woman lying in his arms seeped into his very bones!

Kate's hand stole out to touch the young man's c.o.c.k lying over her thigh, and she picked it up and held it like a wounded bird, cupping it gently and squeezing it very softly. Immediately it responded and came alive. My G.o.d! It started to get hard again! Ah, youth ... youth ...

he was a beautiful youth, too. His hugeness contrasted with her fragilely rounded curves, and, as she looked down at his hard young body, she felt her unsatisfied v.a.g.i.n.a restlessly twitching in hunger.

Her hand began moving the still wet foreskin back and forth, and felt powerful new life surge into the rapidly growing flesh. She whispered, "It's getting hard again, Eric!"

The young man, and he was a man now, masterfully turned her face to him and fiercely kissed her, pressing her naked beauty into his as though he would never get enough of her lush ripeness. His tongue, with only a little practice now, thrust aggressively into Kate's waiting mouth and she accepted it gratefully.

Eric moaned deep in his throat at the taste of his own o.r.g.a.s.m there still lingering in Kate's mouth! The thought drove him wild! Oh, G.o.d, he couldn't let her go ... never ... He had to have this woman ...

nothing and no one else would do! His p.e.n.i.s was growing huge again and throbbing already just from holding her voluptuous nakedness against his own hard nudity. He had to have her again ... and this time he wanted to shove the length of his rigid p.r.i.c.k straight into that pulsing little p.u.s.s.y.

"Ohhhhh, Eric ..." Kate breathed. "Ohhhh, please. It's hard enough."

She pulled him over her and spread her trembling legs out wide to cradle his immense, hard young body. "Put your c.o.c.k in me, Eric darling, put your huge beautiful p.r.i.c.k straight into my v.a.g.i.n.a ... I'm dying."

"G.o.d, yes ... Oh, Kate, darling ... You're so sweet ... so good ... so good for me ... my sweet good Kate!"

Dimly Kate thought there were different kinds of good as she felt the ma.s.sive log of Eric's excitedly jerking young c.o.c.k slide into her wildly thrilled c.u.n.t, filling her lonely belly so completely ... and so well ... Different kinds of good ... Gooood ... Goooood ... Goooooood ...!".

Chapter 7.

It was well past two in the morning, and the moon was high and yellow in the breathless prairie night as the last of the crowd began drifting out the big Grange Hall by twos, their arms around each others' waists.

Music still floated out through the open windows, occasionally muted by the sound of a pickup truck or car coughing to life and gunning down the dirt road.

Angel flicked his cigarette over the railing and watched reflectively as the b.u.t.t made a long glowing arc in the darkness. It hadn't been a bad dance at all; not like the ones back in the city, of course, where there was lots of pot and a.s.s for the taking ... but not bad. He'd come against his better judgment, come only because the dance was the only entertainment within fifty or sixty miles, and had fully expected to have a lousy time and hate everyone. Instead, most of the people seemed to be sincerely friendly with him, and practically all the ranchers--even including his boss Cole Sutherland--had included him when they pa.s.sed the whiskey bottles around. It took a little time for it to sink in, even longer for him to evaluate the implications, but finally he had put it into words, "These people let Angel Orellio drink out of the same bottle as they do. They do not mind that I am Mexican, and they freely offer the bottle ..."

Another zephyr of thought rippled on the surface of his consciousness.

The little white school teacher, Gwen! She bad really surprised him the night before when he had taken her at first by force. He'd told her she would beg him and cry out for his c.o.c.k before the night was over; he had said it, not truly believing she would. But she had, and it had been very good indeed. Before that long, unbelievable night was over, she had surprised him once again when she dropped him off at the Sutherland ranch by taking his face in her soft hands and speaking to him in his own native tongue--Spanish.

She confused him thoroughly. In his cold jungle of brutally hard sharply jagged edges she was a softly rounded alien object, both emotionally and intellectually. Today, as the hours dragged on his disbelief had grown until he was positive that it had all been an act.

Tonight, though, she seemed to prefer him over the dozen or so single ranch owners who tried to make out with her. Oh, she danced with them, but watching her from a distance, he thought it seemed as if not all of the school teacher was there ... all of her was there only when she danced with him.

Angel turned as Eric came out onto the darkened porch and said, "Oh ...

there you are. Gwen was asking if I had seen you."

The Mexican boy shrugged, "So? f.u.c.k her. She's not my boss. The little b.i.t.c.h know where to find me." At once he regretted saying it.

He didn't think of the girl that way at all, hut here he was once again trying to show his friend how tough and untouchable he was. It was this exact thing that had gotten him into trouble five different times with the cop--had made him steal cars, pull knives and shoplift.

Still, though with other guys you just didn't dare to let your guard down for a minute or someone would have a s.h.i.+v firmly planted six inches in your back.

Eric stretched and looked back over his shoulder. "Boy, are they ever getting smashed in there. Mr. Sutherland's been dancing almost all night with Miss Meacham, and her foreman, Sandy Gayman, is about to slug him."

"So? Let them kill each other."

Eric snorted at the remark. It was so typical of the Mexican kid. All day long he had sensed there was something suddenly different about Angel, and it had occurred to him that maybe the dark youth really had made out with the aloof young school teacher. Each time he had laughingly dismissed it from hi mind as being a complete and utter impossibility, but then he remembered Kate Sutherland's hotly ovaled mouth around his own c.o.c.k and how impossible that also seemed until the magic moment she had actually sucked him off!

It was really funny, he thought. All day long he had thought he was in love with her and maybe he still was. Yet, dancing with the other girls and women tonight, each time one of their bodies would press itself invitingly into him he would feel the wild surges of s.e.xual thrill shooting through him in tiny waves of s.e.xual desire. The other women had felt just as good in his arms as Kate had, and it didn't take long before he started thinking that maybe it wasn't just her ... that any hot bodied female could turn him on ... and from the way they looked at him while dancing, he thought he knew which ones wouldn't.

That knowledge had come full-blown and clear after the one night with his bosses' wife, instinctive and clear.

Eric heard the door open behind him, and as the light spilled out he saw Gwen blinking in the dimness. "Oh, there you are," she said brightly to Angel.

The big blonde youth moved over slightly so the pet.i.te schoolteacher could stand between them. It was obvious that all of her attention was focused on the Mexican boy, however. She said something softy to him in Spanish, and his fluid voice came back. Eric didn't understand a d.a.m.ned word they were saying, but he did manage to pick up Gwen's pleading "mi casa," to Eric--from the way she said the words--it sounded as if she wanted Angel to take her home.

Eric saw the Mexican boy's face when he answered and even if he didn't understand the words, he was quick to catch the meaning for Gwen immediately turned toward him, her face falling from embarra.s.sment.

She barked something in Spanish and Angel threw back his head and laughed.

"Do not worry," Angel said in English. "Eric does not understand Spanish. Do you, my friend?"

Eric shook his head negatively.

Angel turned back to the lovely young blonde girl and raised his eyebrows as he shrugged and said again in English, "You see, se-orita, he did not hear you begging me to take you home where we could make love, and he did not hear me say that I would rather take you into the back seat of senora Kate's station wagon and f.u.c.k you again as I did last night, and perhaps if you are good, I will let my friend f.u.c.k you too."

"Oh," Gwen gasped in fl.u.s.tered dismay and anger, "You're horrible! How could I have ever thought that you had any sense of decency or ..." Her words were choked off as, without warning, the Mexican boy reached out and pressed her softly yielding body toward him. His hot mouth closed wetly over hers, and her m.u.f.fled words finally sputtered off into silence, as after a slight hesitation she wrapped her arms subserviently around his waist.

Eric watched with a rapidly growing c.o.c.k as he saw Angel's left hand snake down to the hem of the young blonde teacher's mini-skirt and pull it up barely an inch, revealing the full rounded tops of her tapered white thighs. The dress came up again another inch or two until the thinly divided crotchband of her flimsy nylon panties were uncovered.

Then, the dark-skinned hand dropped to lewdly cup the softly quivering mound of her p.u.s.s.y, his middle finger worming itself teasingly under the thin white legband to insinuate itself arrogantly in the blondely curling fleece of her spa.r.s.e young pubic hair.

With the heated touch of his hand against her naked flesh, Gwen rapidly came back to her senses and began struggling against his wiry hold. Oh G.o.d, she thought, her mind practically useless from the violent turbulence of her own rising s.e.xual need and the shattered remnants of her former chaste modesty. What am I doing? What has happened to me?

Two days ago, it would have been laughingly unthinkable that she would be on a darkened porch with a Mexican boy fondling her shamelessly aroused v.a.g.i.n.a while his friend stood by watching. Or that the Mexican youth would be six years younger than she ... and had already done all sorts of perverted s.e.xual things with her less than twenty-four hours earlier! It was all too unthinkable ... all to horribly real!

Then, suddenly, last night's emotions came rus.h.i.+ng back to her and she remembered how glorious his virily throbbing young p.e.n.i.s had felt deep up inside her. Oh G.o.d! She was again so close to permitting him to do what he wanted. She really didn't want to fight him. Anyway, she probably would never see these boys again and no one else would ever know. She rationalized that her cravingly aroused body needed this wiry young boy ... needed him as much as oxygen and water, for she was experiencing a new growth ... the process had germinated in the moist heat of her hungry v.a.g.i.n.a last night, and now ... now the hunger demanded to be fed.

Eric saw the young teacher's deeply ingrained moral resistance crumble as she wrapped her arms once again around the boy's waist and stood there trembling submissively as he slowly used both dark hands to reach up to the tight elastic waist band and peel the little bikini panties down over the gently flaring white flesh of her quivering b.u.t.tocks; reaching mid-thigh, the panties slipped of their own accord on down to the floor. The blond boy's breath caught in his throat as he saw the creamy warm lushness of her naked a.s.s gleaming in the dim light ... and the inviting shadowy cleft between the two cur mg mounds. The heat ignited with an incandescent brightness in his loins as he saw Angel's extended middle finger worming its way into darkly inviting v.a.g.i.n.al slit from behind, and the girl's sudden movement outward with her b.u.t.tocks as she lowered them slightly and a.s.sumed an eagerly cooperating half-crouch.

Gwen moaned deep in her throat as she felt Angel's hotly searching finger sliding into her already feverishly moistened slit from behind.

With the first contact between his finger and her erectly quivering c.l.i.toris, she wanted to scream; it was so beautifully rapturous, so thrillingly right. Her morals, upbringing, and inhibitions were all promptly shattered by a far more powerful new set of ruling values; need, desire, and sensation. So heated was her need, she made only a token protest when she felt the other boy's big hands behind her begin stroking--timidly at first and then with rapidly growing confidence her helplessly trembling thighs. Angel, her beloved Angel, was digging his wetly quivering tongue deep into her welcoming mouth, and she felt thrill after thrill shoot through her as she was reminded of his c.o.c.k heatedly plunging in and out of her tightly ovaled lips last night.

Feeling the coolness of the night air hitting her naked back, she only then became aware that the huge young boy in back of her had unb.u.t.toned her dress and was now attempting to pull it over her shoulders. She did not resist, even when his hands stole familiarly over her naked b.u.t.tocks.

Angel knew his mind had split into two completely different parts.

One section retained his old hatreds and old beliefs that the world was against him. The other, new, section wondered in awe at the fact that the preciously stuck-up, white school teacher seemingly thought of him as a man, her man!--and his swarthy complexion made no difference to her ... indeed she seemed to think it added to his handsomeness. Last night, speaking Spanish, she had said he was a "beautiful" man who could easily be a "movie star". That had been a thought--an alien thought which rapidly blossomed. In a way, he supposed he liked her very much--far more than any other woman he'd had in the past but still he had sense enough to know that it could only be a summer thing with him--if it lasted even that long! With her feeling this way, though, other women would be bound to feel the same way ... rich women in a soft world who would give him what he wanted so he wouldn't have to steal or fight for it. In that world, he would be as tough as a tiger- -as untouchable as an eagle soaring on an updraft--for it was a known fact that these soft women surrounded themselves by flabby, easily frightened husbands. He dreamed of the immense possibilities as he continued with his tongue to wetly probe the heated insides of the young blonde teacher's willing mouth, while his finger wormed its way along her hotly seeping p.u.s.s.y lips. His drifting mind rapidly came back to reality with a lurch as he realized Eric had almost stripped the girl naked while he was daydreaming.

For a minute anger flared in his brain, had the other boy forgotten this was his woman? Was he trying to take over Angel's territory?

Then abruptly he was laughing out loud. h.e.l.l, she would always be there when he wanted her. This wasn't the only woman in the world.

Gwen had been lost in a delirious maelstrom of ever growing sensual sensation as she felt Angel's tongue warmly f.u.c.king in and out of her mouth and his hotly worming finger caressing her love starved v.a.g.i.n.a, at the same time the young boy in back of her was stripping her of all clothing. Oh G.o.d, it was so salaciously and wickedly beautiful. The thought of what they must look like sent wanton s.h.i.+vers of forbidden excitement cascading through her already intolerably overheated loins.

It was then she groaned in disappointment as she felt Angel's moistly heated mouth leave her lips. The Mexican boy had pulled back from her and was laughing. She realized she was trembling like a frightened, hoa.r.s.ely breathing wild animal as Eric stripped off her bra and carefully hung it over the porch railing. She was completely naked now--more naked than she had ever been before in her life because there were two of them seeing her.

Her small perfectly formed b.r.e.a.s.t.s rose and fell with each shuddering breath she took as Angel critically inspected her body. Without removing his eyes from her, he said, "Take off your clothes, Eric."

"Oh, no. You can't," she whimpered, knowing what was coming. "Please, Angel."

"Shut up, teacher," he snarled, his hot hard eyes burning like laser beams into hers. "You shall do as I say."

"Please Angel ... please. I want only you."

He laughed again, cruelly and unmercifully. "You will have me when I'm ready for you. But first, my friend will f.u.c.k you. After all, he has paid me two dollars if I will let him soak his p.r.i.c.k in your p.u.s.s.y." It was a lie, but a successful one for the cowering girl recoiled as if she had been struck in the face by a whip, causing a new peel of sardonic laughter to bubble from the boy's cruel lips.

Gwen could not believe what she was hearing. Oh, G.o.d! How dare he sell her to his friends? How disgustingly contemptible he was! How could she ever have thought she loved him! Anger and desire jostled in her mind for supremacy and the anger won out. She straightened, her eyes blazing. "I won't do it!" she said through tightly gritted teeth.

"What do you think I am?"

"I already know what you are," he grinned with ominous softness. "You are the woman who sucked my c.o.c.k last night, who came like a wh.o.r.e when I f.u.c.ked her a.s.shole, and who came and came and came when I finally permitted my p.r.i.c.k to enter your p.u.s.s.y."

"Oh, Jesus," Eric moaned lowly, becoming more wildly excited from the lewdly worded obscenities as he frantically kicked off his undershorts and stood nakedly beside the pitifully trembling figure of the pet.i.te schoolteacher. It was true, all true, he could tell that by the way she acted. She had sucked c.o.c.k, and f.u.c.ked ... just like his boss wife, Kate, did!

Angel had fixed the girl with his cruel stare. His tongue came out and slowly wet his lower lip; that gesture was more threatening than if he had balled up his fist or flicked out a knife blade. "You do not want to f.u.c.k for two dollars?"

Suddenly tears of fright and humiliation were streaming down the stricken girl's face. "Please, Angel. Do I mean nothing more than ...

than that to you?"

The Mexican youth paused, then nodded. "Yes ... I guess you are worth more to me."

A tremulous smile of relief had already started on Gwen's face when Angel turned to Eric and shrugged his shoulders. "You see how it is,"

he said, holding out his hands palm upward. "I must ask three dollars."

"Oh ... no!" Gwen screamed in defiance. "G.o.d, you can't be that cruel to me!"

"Can I pay you tomorrow?" Eric asked quickly.

"Of course, my friend. Go ahead, f.u.c.k her as you wish." He laughed loudly and moved with all the litheness of a ballet dancer as the shattered young blonde tried to dart nakedly past him on the porch.

Grabbing her wildly struggling figure tight around the waist from behind, he held her captive until the giant youth stood in front of her. His ma.s.sively pulsating c.o.c.k slanted up like a telephone pole from his naked abdomen.

Gwen made one more tearful effort to plead with Angel. "Please ...

don't," she whispered, then froze in fright as the Mexican boy roughly shoved her into Eric's arms. She was so small in relation to his powerful height that his eagerly heated p.e.n.i.s was pounding and beating just below the swell of her full young b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw for the first time the enormity of the fleshy rod.

G.o.d! He would rip her into a thousand shrieking pieces if he tried to force that up her tiny, seldom used v.a.g.i.n.al opening.

"Angel," she screamed, imploringly, and tried to twist away but to no avail. Both boys were holding her brutally now. Last night at first she had been afraid Angel would kill her if she protested, but tonight, she knew she would die if he made her go through with his obscene suggestion. Her humiliation deepened and congealed as she heard them calmly discussing the best way for his friend to f.u.c.k her. Angel said, "She is very tiny, your 250 pounds would squeeze the life from her if you laid on top. I would suggest dog fas.h.i.+on, but she fights too much.

Perhaps you should sit back and let her sit on your c.o.c.k."

Oh, G.o.d. How calloused they were. Had they no sense of decency? Why did they exalt in this cruel humiliation of her? All she had done was offer her pure unsullied love to a loveless boy, and he had taken advantage of her and sold her to one of his friends for use as a prost.i.tute. There was no sense in pleading with them; the experience of last night made her realize that begging for mercy only increased Angel's satisfaction in dominating her. To make things worse, tonight both boys had been drinking and there obviously would be no help from the only four people now remaining inside the Grange Hall because they were all drunk--probably too drunk to hear her cries for help above the incessantly pounding dance music.

The nakedly stripped young teacher pushed feebly against Eric's ma.s.sive chest as he effortlessly lifted her by the armpits and carried her over to the top step of the porch. She struggled with increased fright as she felt him gingerly sitting his naked b.u.t.tocks down on the step. Her ankles were tightly grasped by the Mexican boy from behind and pulled outward, forcing her wide-spread thighs to press downward on the other boy's legs. Then he sat completely down, while Angel firmly guided her feet to the second step and put his hands on her naked hips and pushed down, forcing her defenseless spread loins closer and closer to the hotly throbbing staff which would impale her like a fiery spear. She never stopped her frantic, silent struggles--not even when she felt the velvety smoothness of the other boy's huge c.o.c.khead rubbing hotly against her tightly clenched belly.

To Eric it was like trying to hold a madly thras.h.i.+ng calf, and her fingernails had dug long b.l.o.o.d.y furrows down his chest. Each time he reared up in an effort to thrust his painfully pounding c.o.c.k in the depths of her desperately cringing young p.u.s.s.y, she writhed away from him--even with Angel pus.h.i.+ng down with all his wiry strength. G.o.dd.a.m.n, he would soon go out of his mind unless he got it up inside the wildly struggling little b.i.t.c.h!

It was Angel who, in disgust, settled matters.

"Hold her tight," he ordered, then bent down and peered up at the thinly bearded, nakedly squirming mouth of her p.u.s.s.y. For the life of him he couldn't figure why she didn't cooperate; it was obvious that she wanted to be f.u.c.ked because her coral-hued little c.u.n.tlips were glistening with tiny dew drops of moisture from her earlier arousal.

Right below the little wet opening to her p.u.s.s.y he could see the ma.s.sively throbbing head of Eric's c.o.c.k. Prior to working on the ranch he never would have thought of doing what he did next, but part of his duties entailed working in the breeding shed where the prize bulls sometimes had to be helped in mounting a cow. Without embarra.s.sment, he reached out and wrapped his fingers around the throbbing length of Eric's c.o.c.k, feeling it grow harder as he touched it, and guided it toward the helplessly cringing opening to Gwen's v.a.g.i.n.a. Then, he pushed down with all his might against the fullness of her b.u.t.tocks and saw the distance shorten between c.o.c.k and c.u.n.t ... shorten until the pulsing head was actually touching the thin, warmly quivering lips.

Gwen groaned loudly as she realized that all her struggles had been in vain, as she felt the heatedly pulsating p.e.n.i.s teasing against her v.a.g.i.n.al lips. The pressure on her back from Angel's hand was intolerable. Her muscles had begun a violent trembling as they drew on their last sources of resistance. The intolerable pressure at the fevered opening of her tightly clenched young p.u.s.s.y grew and grew as the awesome head attempted to make its brutal penetration. Finally, with a loud sob of desperation, she felt her shuddering leg and back muscles giving way, and the heavy fleshy thickness forcing itself just up inside her vainly resisting c.u.n.tal cavity.

Oh G.o.d! Nothing had ever stretched her so wide up between her legs before. It was like an axe handle being hammered up between her thighs. She screamed once more as Angel released his hold on his friend, Eric's, l.u.s.tfully throbbing c.o.c.k and put both hands on her futilely squirming b.u.t.tocks and pushed down.

"Aaaaaaggghhhh," she yelled, feeling the hotly jerking rod burrowing slowly, but surely up into her tightly resisting v.a.g.i.n.a. "Please ...

pluuu--leeezzzzeeee!"

Gwen might as well have asked for mercy from a bull elephant, for Eric's eyes were glazed and unreasoning from the overpowering l.u.s.t that swept like a forest fire through his young mind at the thought of f.u.c.king his second woman, one who was actually fighting him with all her strength. Her wetly clasping young c.u.n.t was far tighter than Kate's his boss wife's, had been; it felt better in one way, not as good in another. He could tell that she was close to the end of her strength for her entire body was shaking from the effort she was expending.

Suddenly with a loud groan of defeat, the young blonde went limp and moaned loudly as his rigidly pulsating shaft moved inexorably up, up, up deep into the heaving pit of her no longer resisting belly. Gwen no longer had even the strength to voice a protest, but she was profoundly grateful when she realized it had gone as far up inside her as it could go; she could feel her own naked b.u.t.tocks resting hard against the top of his huge muscular young thighs.

Oddly enough, it was not as painful as she had thought. She was filled; she had never been more filled before ... and she could feel every musculared ridge along the entire long heated length of it pressing into her frantically working v.a.g.i.n.al walls. She sobbed and grunted helplessly once, feeling the black fog of despair and humiliation creeping in around her. Oh G.o.d! Why had she ever become attached to the Mexican boy. She should have known he would not understand the gift she was offering him. How could he, when even she didn't understand it. Never before had she given so completely of herself--given her all emotionally and physically. It was a gift that should be cherished! Instead he had used it for his own s.a.d.i.s.tic purposes, had sold her for three dollars to this young teenage giant as though she were some common little street wh.o.r.e. She felt the boy's throbbing c.o.c.k flex deep up inside her painfully filled depths, and silently groaned not wanting to give Angel the pleasure of hearing her shriek any more. Besides, if she were honest, she would have to admit that the pain was rapidly leaving her, being replaced with a dull, lethargic feeling of growing need as Eric began to slowly thrust in and out of her wide-stretched, suddenly unexplainably tingling v.a.g.i.n.a.

Angel grinned as he saw Gwen turn her face to the side, biting her lower lip and at the look of awed concentration on her face. From his point of view behind and below on the steps, he could see Eric's hardened glistening rod moving surely in and out of her widely parted v.a.g.i.n.al lips ... the pink outer layer of p.u.s.s.y clung to his blue-veined shaft as though it were reluctant to let it go. He was still watching as her nakedly quivering b.u.t.tocks made their first tentative little movement of cooperation, and then she was abruptly with it, and began energetically f.u.c.king down on the wet fleshy pole as though she could not get enough of it.

The two were so engrossed in the wildly thrilling sensations of f.u.c.king that neither was aware that Angel had walked past them and was standing by the window looking in to see what the drunken gringos were doing for kicks. They were still dancing, if you called that drunken shuffle "dancing". His eyes flickered with amus.e.m.e.nt as he saw Cole Sutherland's hand surrept.i.tiously ma.s.saging the Meacham girl's tightly clad little a.s.s. That ought to be pretty good stuff, Angel thought, then glanced at Kate Sutherland's promising body and felt the first real desire of the night as he thought about the possibilities of f.u.c.king her, too. He paid absolutely no attention to the deliriously groaning, wildly thras.h.i.+ng bodies of the young blonde school teacher and his friend, Eric, f.u.c.king each other as though it were the end of the world on the top step of the hall.

Inside, the air was hot with old cigarette smoke and the savagely pulsating beat of the music spilling out of the stereo speakers. Kate was exhausted, unhappy; she wanted to go home, had wanted to leave two hours ago. She looked up at Sandy, thinking it was like dancing with a zombie. He wasn't paying the least bit of attention to her, and hadn't been for the last twenty minutes.

"Look at that son of a b.i.t.c.h Cole," Sandy said thickly, missing a beat in the music.

Kate stumbled drunkenly against him. "Calm down, Sandy. Don't make a scene. All he's doing is dancing with her."

"What's he trying to do ... break up our happy homes? He's danced almost every dance with her! Mela's my woman ... and he better get it through his head."