Chapter 2

Early the next evening, Melanie and Tony were unpacking in their assigned bedroom at the Sunshine Spa, located about fifty miles north of Flagstaff.

One of the first goals in Slim's private little party had been the serving of drinks, and by the time Melanie and Tony had found the "recreation room" the laughter had grown more raucous and more relaxed as the excitement of a "healthy" weekend at the spa combined with the stimulation of the alcohol that was being served in exotic fresh fruit punches.

Jeannie and another girl, Liza, were going out of their way to liven things up by wearing see-through halters without bras and flirting loudly with the other men. Melanie had started drinking too and had to laugh at the crude jokes told by a tall cowboy called Sam Pickford who was apparently staying at the spa with Liza, and she didn't mind at all when someone refilled her punch glass. When Sam patted her affectionately on her ass, she was embarrassed but managed to say, "Shame on you," just as Jeannie and Liza were having to do whenever one of the men walked past them for something on the hors d'ouvres table and accidentally brushed the tips of their titties. She was surprised that she could see Jeannie's nipples hardening almost as clearly as if they had not been covered at all, but everybody seemed to be having a good time and so was she, even if she was worried that she had taken a little too much to drink.

There was an expensive sound system set up and the soft slow music made Melanie feel like wriggling her ass and dancing. She looked around for Tony and found that he was already dancing with Jeannie, but Sam was there and she slid into his arms. It alarmed her a little that he pulled her so tightly against his body that her huge, voluptuous tits were pressed nearly flat against his chest, but the music soothed her and she closed her eyes and let herself move in rhythm with the handsome cowboy. It was good, friends dancing with each other far from the city in the desert, in the soft light of candles. Melanie wondered where the other guests were and was about to ask, but her thoughts for some strange reason turned to sex. Sam Pickford grinned quickly to himself as he took in the scene behind the back of the big-titted blonde he was dancing with. Over by the "Health Bar"... Jesus! Jeannie was tonguing Tony's ear and he had his hands all over that mankiller ass of hers. Sam swiveled his gaze and felt his thickly throbbing cock respond with a jerk to the sight of Slim massaging Liza's billowing tits through the thin blouse while she ground her cock-hungry cunt provocatively into his in the sexiest dance he had seen in a long time. God, it was going to be a wild night! And this little babe in his arms didn't seem to be minding at all the way he was dancing so close to her, although Liza and Jeannie had warned him not to expect too much. Don't worry girls. I won't expect too much. He laughed softly to himself. I'm just going to fuck this pretty little blonde like she's never had it before! It couldn't be long now before the action really got going, and his cum-laden balls were aching for it!

Without warning, Sam slid his hands caressingly down her supple back and over her sensuously curved asscheeks, and he was happy to hear her gasp and stiffen a little, then relax as his hands remained still for a second to allow her to get used to their presence there. A few minutes later he felt the contraction of her ass muscles right through the cotton skirt as they clenched involuntarily under the sudden pressure when he started slowly massaging and then abruptly gave the yielding orbs a playful squeeze.

"Oh!" Melanie gasped; opening her eyes at the same moment as the rhythm of the dance sent them turning in a broad curve. And it was then that she saw the other two couples, dancing completely oblivious of her shocked gaze.

At first she did not understand what she was seeing. Their bodies were jammed together tightly as if they had melted into each other. They were moving slowly, almost imperceptibly, as if the music seemed even more sensuous to them than it did to her. Liza's arms were wrapped around Slim's neck as he hunched over her, while Tony had pulled Jeannie's voluptuous body tight to his own by reaching down and grasping her sensuously wriggling asscheeks through the thin material of her shorts!

Melanie's vision seemed to be clearing now, even though the recreation room appeared to be drifting from the "special" health drinks she had drunk, and she perceived a slight motion that she had not noticed at first. Oh God, it couldn't be!

Slim had reached up under Liza's halter and was excitedly rubbing her naked tittie under the revealing blouse, squeezing and pulling at the hardened nipple as Liza seemed to be struggling to get away from him. But no. Her hips were grinding up into his!

Suddenly Melanie was afraid that either Jeannie or Sam would see what was going on and all hell would break loose. But there seemed to be nothing she could do about it since Tony and Jeannie were slowly turning, and the sexy brunette was bound to observe what was taking place at any second. As her astounded gaze started to swing back to the lewdly caressing Liza and Slim, her eyes detected a motion that pulled them back to where they riveted on Tony and Jeannie.

Tony's large groping hands were kneading rhythmically at the firmly yielding flesh of Jeannie's asscheeks! Her own husband and one of her best friends! Oh, God, this was horrible. There was never any telling what he would do when he was drunk, but poor Jeannie was probably as embarrassed as she was and was very likely upset by what was going on between Slim--who had always been a crude and lecherous man--and Liza.

With a sudden jerk, Sam pulled up on Melanie's smoothly curved asscheeks, crushing her clothed young pussy up against the hard protuberance in his pants. It was a move well timed to surprise her into submission, and he had the pleasure of hearing her exclaim "Oh!" without making any effort to escape him. He had her body curved backwards under his ardently close figure, and it wouldn't have done her much good to try to get away, for he had her firmly pinioned against him as he guided her in a slow, sensuous rhythm, rubbing his bulge harder and harder against the sensitive cunt.

Melanie was taken by surprise, but soon found herself grinding her now wetly twitching pussy back against him, dancing despite the embarrassing awareness of his huge hardness lodged right up between her thighs, pushing the flimsy material of the skirt before it.

Trying not to be too obvious about it, Melanie attempted to draw her thighs together, but the need to keep dancing kept her legs in constant motion so that gradually the pleasant intrusion, accompanied by persistent pressure of his hands kneading her softly trembling asscheeks, made its way even farther up between her loins. Melanie felt, as she had the night Slim showed the movie of the young girl fucking her pussy with the candy cane, strange fluttering sensations pulsing deep in her blonde cunt, reminding her of the times she had experienced sexual pleasure with Tony before her Uncle Max had raped her virginal young cunt.

It came to her with shocking clarity--what she had not realized the night of the sex film. For the second time in years she was experiencing traces of genuine sexual desire! And not with her husband, but with the lover of another woman!

For a naive young woman like Melanie this was a horrifying realization that affected her almost like a physical blow. Yet every second brought a continuation of the rhythmic prodding of Sam's thickly throbbing cock into her hotly quivering pussy, where little teasing tremors of delight continued to build in a way she had not experienced for years. She wanted to run from the room, and from herself, if this was the kind of person she was. In her drunkenness her mind reeled at the idea that only a pornographic movie, and now the exciting presence of another man's cock rubbing so hotly against her pussy, could give her the kind of pleasure that other women could enjoy and did enjoy. Oh God, what was happening to her? It had been her dream for years to feel sexual pleasure, but did it have to come this way, this horrible perverse way? What kind of a spa was this? And what if Tony were to realize that at this very minute she could feel a dampness up between her thighs as her cunt responded excitedly to the stimulation of this handsome cowboy moving her willing asscheeks in powerful little circular motions centering on the delicious demanding probe of his thickly pulsing cock?