Incest is one of the dirty words that can be found as far back as Genesis in the Bible. It's been a part of living as long as man has been on this earth.
There are a great many ramifications to incest, however, that affect the conditions of incest. For instance, the pharaohs of Egypt entered into marriage contracts with sons and daughters, brothers and sisters and other close family relations. The rulers of Europe married cousins and uncles and aunts. It was literally a matter of keeping it in the family.
Still, most incest is the result of proximity. A family member constantly in contact with a sweet young girl is, in essence, constantly in touch with temptation. Sometimes the incest is mutually desired, and sometimes it is simply the act of an older person taking advantage of a child.
But one of the things that must be understood, as this book illustrates, is the basic sexuality of children. Despite the moral atmosphere engentlered by society, children are bound to learn about sex. That's a normal part of living. Of course, sexual variations are possible that may be perversions, but who is to say. Children are more resilient than most people imagine.
-THE PUBLISHER
CHAPTER ONE
"Aaaarrrggh! No, Uncle Ralph, no!"
The tortured screams blasted Jackie's ears. They came from inside the primitive wood cabin miles from the nearest town. How well she knew those sounds of agony. They struck terror in her heart; a dull, throbbing pain could not be silenced even after all these years.
"Not there! Don't do it there, Uncle Ralph!" The shrill pleadings of a frantic girl. Jackie clenched her fists feeling the waves of revulsions shoot through her body. There was no point arguing with the demented, man inside the cabin. She knew from experience that her Uncle would not stop ravaging the young girl until his cock snuggled safely in the warm sleeve of the girl's vagina, shooting jets of sticky, white sperm into her feminine softness.
She knew because not long ago it had been her body thrown across the kitchen table! Her skin rippled with tension, her nipples hard as metal cones. There was no forgetting when Uncle Ralph caught her spying in on him. Dragging her into the house and rolling back her blouse, his hands cupping her tiny breasts, then sinking downward ... No one forgets the stark horror of being raped. She still had dreams. The pain was still there, exploding in her cunt, the thick shaft of his penis worming up her tight channel, popping her cherry as it rose within her. It rose to what seemed the middle of her stomach, then her guts had heaved mightly as his prick backed out of her slot. In and out, his cock went, pistoning her channel, stretching out virgin muscles and making the dark, viscous love fluid ooze from her slot opening. She could not forget ... .never.
A second scream snapped Jackie's mind back to reality. This was no time to be daydreaming. No ordinary teenage girl's future depended on her action. The screaming girl ... that was her sister! It was Jennie! That was her anguished voice and Jackie was going to do something.
The moonless night hung like a thick blanket around the house. Jackie picked her way through the rusted automobile parts and other junk that cluttered the front yard and stepped carefully on the sagging floor boards of the front porch.
"Oh! Oh!! Uncle Ralph!" The high-pitched voice had lost some of its edge. Fear had trickled out of her. Jackie clenched her teeth remembering how her own fear had turned to heated passion under Uncle Ralph's manipulating fingers. The guilt and the dread came mater, much later, after the tender female flesh had felt all the dripping joy of his surging penis.
Jackie's breath came in short, quick gasps. Her heart pounded like a trapped animal in her chest struggling for freedom. She felt queasy and trembling all over as she grasped frantically for the calm self-assurance that she would need to do what had to be done.
With enormous effort she forced herself up to the grimy front window and stared inside.
In a room no bigger than a good sized closet was assembled a life time's worth of kitchen appliances, metal cutting tools and neatly stacked magazines and tarnished athletic trophies. Rising up among the human debris was a porcelain medical table. It was immaculately clean; sanitary enough for a surgeon to operate on.
She recognized her sister immediately. Her plump, girlish body rested on the table, her belly rising with every excited breath she took. The frilly blue dress she wore to school was lifted up against her chest. Her white panties, torn from her ample thighs, lay on the floor.
Jackie took in the whole, terrible scene without blinking an eye. Nothing had changed in seven years. Her sister's hair was several shades lighter. Otherwise, the same. She felt a tightness between her legs, an intense ball of sexual longing that perched on her cunt lips before gushing out into her panties. She pressed her thighs together, resisting the urge to itch her hot twat while she watched Uncle Ralph walk around to her sister's side.
"You are beautiful," he said, stroking her leg. "Much prettier than your sister. Part of the family heritage, I guess." His fingers raced across the coppery colored thatch of pubic hair that sprouted from her twat. "Oooopoo!" said Jenny, bucking her hips against his fingers. Her virgin awkwardness only excited Ralph to greater heights. He loved young girls, His whole life seemed centered around them. It was pointless to deny that his cock hardened with desire just watching the young fillies as they hung around the hamburger stands, flaunting their sexuality.
Long ago he had learned what teenage boys knew instinctively. That there was something naughty in the way the girls flirted and paraded their budding sex. The tightness of their clothes, the exaggerated roll of her strutting walk and the willful use of obscenities, were all clue to their feminine mystique. Under the layers of developing flesh, hidden deep within the subconscious was the secret desire to feel the rude intrusion of hard cock inside their wakening cunt channels. These virgin girls just begged for a good fucking and Ralph was more than willing to give it to them.
"Does it hurt when I stick my finger up her cunny?" he asked. He was two fingers deep inside her and the flesh was still tight and unyielding. "I have more butter, if you want."
Jennie felt a hot, glowing warmth roar through her loins. Her legs were stretched out into the stirrups at the end of the doctor's table, arching her thighs outward, exposing her young twat. Uncle Ralph had strange ways of doing things. First he had violently ripped the clothes from her body and forced her to lie on the table. Then he stroked her body until tiny jolts of excitement filled her cupcake size breasts. All this felt very warm and reassuring and the idea of sex no longer terrified her. Under his guidance, her back had arched off the table and a shower of sparks exploded through her nervous system. He did wonderful, exciting things to her that drove her to glorious new peaks of sexual sensation. His fingers reamed her twat, and when the flesh ached to his touch, he poured melted butter into her channel, loosing up her twat.
But now she was tight again, her cunt folds clamping down on the invading fingers.
"No, Uncle Ralph," she said. "You surprised me with the butter the first time. But I don't need it any more."
She humped against him and was delighted to find that her tight flesh was actually opening up again. Rotating her hips off the table seemed to work. Hot flashes of pleasure rushed from her cunt up to her swollen tits. The fingers plunged deeper into her leaking honey pot.
"You are getting very loose and juicy," said Uncle Ralph. "You're just about ready for some hot and heavy sexing."
"Oh yes darling," she cooed. But despite his willingness to thrust her twat up at Uncle Ralph and the great pleasure that he was capable of arousing in her body, Jennie felt a twinge of uncertainty. This was her Uncle Ralph and she had been warned about such bizarre behavior of older adults. It was called incest and she knew that her family took a very dim view of such behavior.
Ralph worked into her cunt hole, his fingers as deep inside her as they could go. "I want you, Jennie.
I want to show you everything there is to know about the world of sex." His fingers slipped through her soft void lubricated by nascent cunt juice and dripping wet butter. She was lush and incredibly ripe to the touch and the sensation of her dark womb closing in around his cock stirred the foamy jism in his balls.
"OUCH!" she cried, as his finger tip poked the tough skin flap of her hymen. "God, that hurt." Her squirming hips showed the girl's indecision over sex; her fertile triangle seemed to retreat away from his touch.
"I wouldn't hurt you for the world," he explained, trying to revive the passion fires that lay under the thin veneer of fear. "You don't want your cherry anyway. It's useless. Once my cock is inside your cunt, you'll forget all about it."
Jennie felt a hardening at the base of her ass ravine. True her slit was working into a nice hot pit under Ralph's tender stroking. And his cock intrigued her. Only in cheap magazines had she witnessed a large, firm penis at full attention. His underwear barely cover the unseemly bulge and through the panel slit she caught flashes of pink skin and dark pubic hair.
Her goose fleshed skin bathed in her own sweat, the salty drops running from her cunt hairs down the deep ravine parting her butt cheeks. She had the wild inclination to reach out and grab the pecker hiding under the cotton shorts and jerk the rigid shaft. Jerk it hard until it stood straight out like a menacing club and then cram the whole throbbing mess down her throat.
The musty room loomed up at her as her blue eyes dilated. Adrenaline shot through her sensitive nerve endings; Jennie found the intense pressure doing strange things. Words formed in her paralyzed throat that until this moment she had only spoken in her most erotic, forbidden dreams.
"Please ... give ... it ... to me!" The kitchen was deadly quiet, her words made strange echoing sounds. "Yes ... I want it ... now!"
Ralph could not believe what his dumb cousin was saying. He expected all the conflicting emotions that had arisen in his conquest of the young girl's snatch, but she was actually begging for it.
The word! inflamed him. The sounds of her words, the soft squishing noise of fingers widening cunt flesh and the splat of butt cheeks pounding against enamel table, drove him into a frenzied state.
"Please, I need you inside me ... now! She was desperate for sex, her urgencies taking a commanding sound. "Fuck me!--I want you to fuck me!"
A raw and pungent smell rose to Ralph's excited nostrils. No doubt that her cunny was ready for a good fucking. Quickly he stepped out of his cotton pants and thrust his huge cock before the girl's startled eyes.
"Jesus, look at that," she said. "I never thought your thing was ... that big." Startled by the nearly foot long pecker, Jennie didn't know what to say. The shaft flickered hideously before her the circum-sized crown staring at her like slow moving eye.
"Touch it, darling," he coaxed her. "Let it touch your little tits. Let my cock touch you everywhere."
"Ooooo!" she exclaimed as the prick meat lunged under the cotton blouse. Ralph guided his cock with the precise skills of an oarsman negotiating while water rapids. He teased the aroused nipples with conical head drawing tiny circles in the tingling, passion filled flesh around the nipple.
"Yeow!" she gasped, squirming her child's body squirming eel out of water. "I'm so fucking hot, I could explode." She wanted to take him immediately. So hot was her passion that the giant cock no longer scared her. She thrilled to its long shape and ugly wrinkled skin and deep within the core of her womanhood, Jennie felt the roar of her animal passion come to life.
Ralph was one step ahead and he held her hands down while the cock explored her body. "See, how skillful the cock is. It knows just what to do." He pulled out from under her blouse and slowly advanced on her face.
"You know about cocksucking," he asked, rubbing around the nape of her neck. "You have no idea how good it makes a man feel. Eating and licking my penis and stroking my nuts really turns me to jelly." The cock left a thin trail of slippery lubricant as it began the last leg of its journey. He pushed across her ear, and eased down along her stubby nose and up to the raised red line of her lips.
"Will you come in me," she asked, wanting to jam his manhood into her face yet obeying his stern' command not to. Her titties and ripe cunny were throbbing for something to happen. "Will you shoot your load down my throat."
"Yes, I will. And you like that raw taste of my come," he said. "After fucking your face, Fll fuck your cunt and rid you of that nasty hymen."
His burning gaze riveted the young girl's attention. They were caught in each other's web of erotic mystery, their moves and actions coming spontaneously. Though Jennie had never felt a man's penis, in fact had never seen a live, trembling cock before, she knew exactly what had to be done. Turning her face, she opened her sopping mouth and allowed the hard, twitching meat to penetrate her face.
The throbbing shaft slipped through her parted lips, along the raspy tongue and settled in the virgin softness at the back of her throat. She licked and sucked him greedily fighting the urge to gag on his prick.
"That's right darling, let your mouth come to the shaft," he urged. His balls were throbbed. Jesus, the fucking little broad could really suck cock! He pulled out slowly then slid back into her silky softness, her warm spit bathing her burning shaft.
She ate his dick like a pro. He concentrated on every jerk of his hips and each thrust of cock into her mouth. The come was welling up, making his balls ache and only by determined effort did Ralph stop the hot jizz from spurting into her face.
His full attention was given to fucking the girl's face and he did not see the light flicker or feel the cold draft of air on his back as the kitchen door opened then closed.
He was jamming hard meat into Jennie's steaming mouth, filling her puffed up cheeks with pleasure, reveling in her surprising warmth. His balls banged against her lips as the whole slippery shaft was going in and out of her face with forceful hip lunges.
"Great wonderful goodness," he yelled, pistoning his hips into her sucking mouth hole. Spit streamed from the cracks of her lips. Jennie looked up, her eyes wild with desire, her wet mouth glued to his dick while her fingers worked on his balls.
She was as excited as he was. "KEEP SUCKING!! " he shouted, rocking the table with his violent hip thrusting. "SUCK! SUCK ME OFF!! MY JIZZ IS COMING FAST!! ! "
His hips rolled back and a wave of tranquility washed over his tortured mind. Sperm shot to the bulging cock head and ached for release. His nerves coiled into knots as his energy rushed to the tiny hole in the prick head and when his hips came thundering through in one final thrust, he let go. The hole dilated, sending a stream of milky white happiness shooting into Jennie's mouth. He felt with mounting release jet after jet of joy juice cascading down her throat. Her mouth gave him further surcease as it sucked down her drop. Her fingers squeezed ever so softly on his deflated nut sack and her feminine softness never left him, even after her face filled with seed and while trickles of come flowed from her lips. He felt at peace with the world as the release of sexual tension eased through him.
It was at that moment that Jackie raced behind him and struck him with the foot long salami she had found on the counter. "Not again, you pig," she screamed. But as he slumped to the floor, Jackie could see for herself that it was indeed too late to do much of anything.
CHAPTER TWO
Jackie Anderson was a dream come true. A wet dream that is. She was too pretty and too well developed at too early an age. By her eleventh birthday the stirring of adolescent development began to make itself known. The small bumps on her chest swelled into full ripened breasts and the rangy muscles of her hips took on a womanly curve.
Early developers like Jackie attracted the stares of horny young men. Jackie had never been an outgoing girl, but as her young body blossomed into sexy good looks, she found herself very popular. Boys whistled as she walked through the halls. Teachers responded to her inane questions in class and after school she could go to the soda shop and talk all day with any number of good looking boys.
like any pretty girl, Jackie's head was easily turned by flattery. She wore plunging blouses that showed off her bulging cleavage and tight fitting mini-skirts that allowed boys a good look at her brightly colored panties when she sat down in class.
Jackie was a free spirit. She liked having people around her, feeling the body warmth, and she thought the changes occurring in her body were wonderful.
"You're a very lucky young lady," she told herself. In the privacy of her parent's house, Jackie would strip down and watch her body in the mirror. The cup-cake sized breasts had sprouted in to fully, sensuous globe like glans with dark, red nipples capping the ends. She rubbed the nipples over and over until the soft burning glow of pleasure rippled like wild fire through her flesh. Jackie was surprised at how good this rubbing felt. Why, the tingling went all the way down to between her thighs, into the triangle of angel hair!
Experimenting with her body made Jackie feel sexy. When she grew tired of tit rubbing, she went down to the fertile cunt garden and ran her fingers across the tight lipped slit. "Oooooo!" she would gasp when her finger tip accidentally brushed against the rigid clitoris. She stroked the hard, little digit at the top of her cunt mouth and lay back to enjoy the hot, passion flashes of sex.
Jackie grew experienced at turning her body on.
She stroked her nipples and tickled her clit and finally buried her fingers into the gaping hole of her cunt. A greasy liquid dribbled out when she stroked herself and she enjoyed the smell, even the taste when she fingered up a batch and licked it down.
God this is so exciting, she thought. Blood pounded in her temples with every tender caress of her developing glans. To her still developing mind, the mysteries of sex was something worth exploring. Jackie tried fingering herself in a variety of ways. Sometimes she sat on the toilet with legs spread out wide and jammed home the exuberant message of sex again and again. She fucked herself on the bed, occasionally ripping off a hot dog from the refrigerator and gliding the soft, resilient meat up her twat.
Yet it was one thing to toy with her cunt, and lick the hot drippings from depths of her womanhood; it was quite another to dragged into a filthy shack and feel the excruciating pain of a male penis popping at her thick hymen.
Uncle Ralph rarely stopped by the house. Her father worked hard selling insurance and he didn't like to be reminded of his brother's indolent ways. Yet to Jackie, Ralph seemed like a nice, friendly man. And he was looking pretty good to her. Tall and broad shouldered, with the haggard good looks of a Robert Mitchum or a Kirk Douglas, Ralph Anderson seemed strong and confident. Jackie couldn't believe the stories her father told about his brother. Stoop shouldered and paunchy, her father was probably jealous of Ralph. Or at least Jackie thought so. She would flirt with Ralph on the rare occasions that he stopped by the house, and her breast beat furiously when he winked or smiled his approval back at her.
She liked being near the big man, enjoyed his silly jokes and the strong masculine presence he exhibited wherever he went. She occasionally dreamed about Uncle Ralph, a white knight riding out of nowhere to defend her against evil men. But not even in the darkest moments of her secret night, did Jackie dream what would happen to her when she rode up to Ralph's cabin to see his farm.
She couldn't forget the road. All ruts and dust that seemed to shake her guts apart. And the appalling squalor at the end of the ride offended her. What Uncle Ralph had called a farm was little more than a few stony acres of grasslands sitting next to the city garbage dump.
"Come on, I'll show you around," he offered. He was acting awfully creepy towards her, but Jackie thought nothing about it until he walked into shack and the door closed behind her.
"I've wanted this for so long, Jackie," he said. And then his burly arms were holding her close in a vise-like grip.
"Uncle Ralph!" she cried in surprise. The room whirled madly around in circles. What was happening to her? He brought his face down against her while at the same instant his arm snaked up between her legs and clawed at her snatch. She gasped as his fingers found her slit and his tongue thrust itself into her open mouth.
She was barely twelve years old and cherry as the next eighth grader. But Uncle Ralph was not counting years. His tongue nestled in the warmth of her mouth and his fingers stroked the clit button with passionate assurance.
Jackie was surprised and didn't know what to do. She was supposed to scream or cry out, but Uncle Ralph was on her so quickly that she responded to her very first impulse, the one reaction that she'd learned fingering her twat and rubbing her tits.
Jackie gave in! As the fingers searched her excited groove and the wet tongue discovered erotic recesses at the back of her throat, Jackie humped her hips against her Uncle's fumbling hands. Oh, I mustn't, I shouldn't, she thought But sex was an instinct beyond the clutches of rational thought. Her flesh churned with molten desire. Her nipples hardened into diamond points of lust. His rough fingers massaged her fleshy mounds as if seeking out the weaknesses of her feminine sex. He teased the ends while he sucked at her mouth.
This is definitely the wrong thing to do! Jackie tried convincing herself to get away. It was not right for her Uncle to be acting like a sex maniac. Especially with her.
Uncle Ralph pulled his face away. A tendril of spit still glued their flesh together, a glistening bridge holding their mounting excitement intact.
"You've wanted it for a long time," he told her, his fingers still fixed to her cunt. Her ooze was dripping out of her slit and was smeared across her crack and thighs. "Flaunting those big tits and wearing those short skirts so the world could see your crack." A finger suddenly penetrated her groove and Jackie let out a yelp.
"No, no, please, don't, Uncle Ralph," she cried, squirming against the rude intruder. The finger felt like a moist hotdog wiggling against her cunny walls, only it was much stronger and harder.
"I won't do anything you don't want," he answered. But he kept his finger inside her cunt. She was wetting all over his hands and into her torn panties. Pressed against the wall, the penis like finger searching her hole, Jackie didn't know what to say. For what seemed an eternity the only sounds they stared wordlessly at each other; the quivering flesh and the gasping of hot breath forming eerie sound. The finger seemed to grow inside her, flowering out and up inside her channel. She squirmed her hips, the cup of his hand massaging her cunt lips and clit, and Jackie gasped. Her hips hunched involuntarily against her Uncle Ralph.
"All women want it," he was saying." They talk about love and children, but it all boils down to a big hard cock." He jammed her tush and Jackie thought she was going to pass out. Her legs now dangled down at the floor, her body suspended against the wall by the finger lodged in her hole.
A deep, involuntary movement seized her abdomen. It spread in wave-like patterns until the sensation rippled through her breasts. The fear clutching her chest ebbed and the fast rush of her breathing made her see spots. It was lust! She was panting like a wild animal in heat!
Ralph sensed the sudden change in Jackie's body. He hoisted her up and turned her to the metal table in the kitchen, the one he'd bought from the doctor's supply office for twenty bucks. The metal stirrups used during gynecological checkups clanged at the sides as he placed her feet into them.
On the table, her legs spread out and her dress hiked up around her waist, Jackie felt defenseless. She felt it hard to swallow as Ralph circled the table. Her mind was swimming with terrifying thoughts and she was unaware of the rustle of clothes behind her. Suddenly something was thrust before her tear-stained eyes that made her scream.
"Look! This is what you want, this is what drives you crazy." At first he was so near that her eyes could not focus. Then, when her vision sharpened, she stared with a mixture of horror and child-like curiosity at what stood out before her eyes.
She had never seen a penis before. He stood so close and she was so defenseless and his cock appeared so big and demanding that she wanted to touch him, wanted to feel the shaft in her hand.
Ralph read her thoughts and kept one step ahead of her. "Eat it," he snapped. "Put it in your mouth and suck."
Before she could blink or begin a verbal response, his cock was stuck through her parted lips, working down to her throat. At first there was no flavor, just the sensation of something hot and very big wedged in her mouth. Even with the gentle rolling of his hips, which sent the shaft popping in and out of her lips, Jackie was too startled to respond. Her mouth hugged his member like a wet glove, yet she was not able to nibble and suck and lick his heated prick meat with the conviction and burning excitement that he wanted.
But Ralph knew if there was a will there was a way to get his cock going.
Quickly he pulled out of her face. His cock dripped with her stringy spit. His glans throbbed for fulfillment; his penis twitched in front of him, as porting device ready for a workout.
"You need to be fucked honey," he said. "That's plain as day. You've been begging me for a long time. And I'm going to grant that wish."
Jackie still felt the hole in her mouth where the prick meat had been. Only dimly was she aware of what Ralph was doing. There was pressure on her thighs, then a strange empty feeling as her hips left the table. Ralph was holding her tight by the ass cheeks.
"What are you ... " the sentence went unfinished. Her body rocked with sensation. Something strange and wonderfully wild now centered between her legs where only moments before his fingers had aroused her curiosity. She felt a tugging as her cunt lips parted. Then it was followed by a full, healthy sensation as the slippery cock head slipped a few inches into her channel.
"WowwwIM" she jerked her hips happily, but only to be greeted by a deep, searing pain as the penis struck tight channel flesh.
"That's okay, baby," said Ralph working his cock back and forth. "You're getting loose real fast."
The huge cock kept going deeper and deeper into her hole. She bucked and lashed out, humping her ass cheeks with gyrating motions. His penis advanced into her hole.
"I can't take much more," she begged, but then something happened, and her cunt took in a few more inches of cock meat.
Uncle Ralph was jamming her cunt with long, hard thrusts that just missed her hymen. He wanted to work his cock into so he would be jizzing when his shaft punctured her skin flap. Which would be very soon he thought. His nuts ached for release. Young girls always turned him on.
Suddenly Jackie was talking. "Shit, don't play games, honey," she said. "Stick it in there, go ahead, shoot you load. I can dig it."
She squatted down on his pole letting him come deep inside. The prick head bouncing off the hymen made her scream, but that didn't stop her from using her cunt. The cock had ignited a long dormant fuse inside her guts. She was ready to explode. The slapping of their flesh signaled that it was time. Ralph fucked her with quick, jabbing thrusts rolling his hips so his prick fluttered inside her.
Jackie was screaming. "Fuck me! Go ahead fuck me!! " She was slapping her inexperienced hips in awkward directions, but that was okay with Ralph as the semen boiled into his cock stem.
"Fucckkkkk! Meeeeeee!" She remembered the echo of her voice as his cock made the final lunge into her hole. First, the terrible pain as flesh ripped into flesh, a pain so agonizing that she almost passed out The love pole pounded her cunt walls as it reached out for her virgin womb. She screamed, the blood whooshing out her womb, lubricating the penis.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeeee!! ! ! " Her nipples froze into little cones of desire. Her butt cheeks drowned in the cunt juice oozing down her ass ravine. Inside her virgin womb a billion pleasure cells crackled like tin foil. She felt her heart trying to beat out of her chest as Ralph brought his powerful body down on her.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!! ! ! " Her legs shot straight up into the air as the prick shaft plunged into her cunt. The hot, frothy semen exploded into her womb stirring up the pleasure cells, sending them shooting through her excited flesh. Jet after jet of white cock cream flooded her fuckhole. Smells of lust and ardor squirted out onto her sweating flesh. The lovers were surrounded by the pungent smells of thick, slicky oils of sex.
Her guts heaved and seemed to roar out the hole in her cunt. And leaning back so her spine arched off the table, and her hips clanged against his pumping cock, Jackie saw the room fall away and a whole galaxy of stars come into focus.
Spurt after spurt of warm semen filled through her channel. And the last words she remembered before drifting off into unconsciousness were: "I'm coming! COMMMING!! ! ! ! ! "
CHAPTER THREE
The whirring of the car engine had an hypnotic effect upon Jackie as she down the Interstate, the high beams cutting a path of light through the black night.
She had decided not to turn on the radio, though the distraction of music would have had an invigorating effect on her exhausted nerves. Well over three hundred miles to go and Jackie doubted if she could last that long.
Beside her on the front seat slept Jennie. A blanket covered her curled up body and, the outline of her peaceful face was by the lights of passing trucks.
Three hours of driving. Three hours since the vulgar incident back at Ralph's shack. Jackie's hands trembled on the steering wheel and she fought the desire to hug her sister.
I mustn't wake Jennie, she thought. Not now. She needs sleep, to recover ... to regain her self-respect ... maybe later we talk.
She felt her heart beating rapidly. Jackie was ashamed of what she'd witnessed. At twenty-one she felt old and used, like a prostitute who had been to bed with too many lusty sailors.
Jennie's awful initiation into sex had awakened something tender and exciting in her. Her belly tightened when she thought of her sister laying back on the table ready to receive Uncle Ralph's potent seed.
Oh, Uncle Ralph! Why did you do that to me! she cried out to herself. When she had awakened that fitful night all those years ago, she felt as if a whole new world had opened up to her.
Ralph said she had passed out for a few minutes. But it seemed an eternity. Foolishly she had run from the cabin, stumbling down the rutted road and walking back to her home. On the way she managed to clean up in a gas station so her folks never did find out.
Yet she knew. She could never forget the searing pain of his cock roaring into her channel, or the convulsion jerks of her cunt as her first orgasm flushed through her slit. No hollow sermons, no psychiatric treatment could ever erase the traumatic scar she carried in her brain. It is one thing to commit incest, to be raped forcibly by her Uncle. It was not an uncommon experience. Many girls encountered sex this way and went on to live normal, useful lives. No, Jackie's problem was ... she enjoyed it!
Oh God, that's so true! A deep sob rose in Jackie's breast. An uncomfortable dampness made her loins itch. But she could not hold the truth from herself. She loved her Uncle Ralph. Sex had never been the same since that first night. Only after years of self-delusion had Jackie faced up to the awful truth. Ralph had satisfied her desires in a way that no other man ever had. She had never felt the stirrings of sex so deeply as when that cock had plunged through her hymen and into the soft juiciness that lay beyond.
She had tried to be a good girl. But her dates had turned out to be tepid imitations of the real thing. She went through a string of boys at Claymore High and though the thrust of their hot passions had thrilled her, it was not the same.
Jackie was quite aware of what boys said behind her back. She had almost gotten used to "slut" and "nymphomaniac", though deep down she realized that neither description actually fit her. Her disease was more hidden: she loved her Uncle that was that
But Jennie! The cuddly fourteen year-old stirred on the front seat. Had he jarred loose the same animals passions in her? Jackie didn't know. They were sisters, but they were different as night and day. Jackie shot a quick glance down at her snoring sister. She was peaceful now. Yet only a few hours earlier her sweet face had been contorted with pain as Ralph jammed her with his prick gun.
Jennie had screamed hysterically. Even after Jackie had gotten her to the car and given her shot of tranquilizers, Jennie remained in motion.
"Oh what has he done to me!" she screamed, as Jackie clutched her in her arms. Hot come still stuck to her puffy cheeks and the hateful fluid to her blouse. Quickly, she put her hand up to her chest and felt the pressed fabric where the semen had dried into a starchy hardness.
There was no telling what after shocks the girl would feel. But Jackie could not afford to worry about the psychic damage already done. That would come later. Right then, her energies were needed to keep awake and put as many miles between her and Uncle Ralph as she could.-
Against better judgment, Jackie flipped on the radio. The dial was set to a rock station and the forceful beat of a rock song came pounding out the speaker.
She kept her eyes glued to the road. She tapped her left foot to the beat, unconsciously mouthing the song lyrics.
"So good ... so good ... so hot ... I can feel it burning, squirming inside ... inside ... a mile wide."
Jackie felt a delicious chill race along her spine. Blood thundered through her veins and a glowing warmth flushed in her chest.
In the cold and lonely night, Jackie could not keep her mind off sex. It was her weakness. Her reservoir was never depleted. Even now, she wanted sex after all that had happened.
She squirmed her hips feeling the soothing release as her thighs rubbed together. The thick cotton panties soaked up her cunt moisture, but the odor managed to leak out to reach her nostrils. She experienced this mild revolt of her sex organs at least half a dozen times a day. Sometimes she merely repressed the bodily urges, but only when she couldn't relieve them in a normal, natural way.
Jennie lay asleep at her side, still knocked out by the injection. There were a lot of advantages to being a nurse, she thought wickedly. The itching was driving her wild. It burned a nasty path along her passion slit and crept around to the hair line ravine of her butt cheeks.
Jesus, I've got to do something soon or I'll go through the roof, she thought. Her wide opened eyes stared blankly out the windshield. A blaring horn suddenly awakened her out of her daydream, as a truck sent screaming by her sedan, the driver yelling obscenities over the roar of the diesel engine.
She checked her watch, forcing her tired mind to think. Even at sixty miles an hour, she had another five hours of driving ahead of her. She might make it, but it would be dangerous. There was good chance she might fall off asleep.
The itch had turned into throb. She spread out her thighs and with her free hand reached down and felt the wetness of her cunt. Her hand slipped inside the panty band and a finger probed her gushing pussy lips.
"Oooooooo!" she moaned. This was no time to diddle yourself, Jackie thought to herself, despite the wonderful feeling it aroused in her crotch. She squirmed down tight against the seat and increased the finger stroking. The soft gush of cunt flesh meeting her finger made her groan. It was futile to drive on any further. Up ahead she saw lights, and moving closer, she noticed the outline of a roadside motel.
She had already made her mind up about stopping for the night Ralph was two hundred miles away and there was little chance of his following her.
Jackie turned the car into the motel and stopped at the front desk. A big sign read "Sleeping Glade", but half the neon tubes were out so the blinking letters announced "eeping-ade" Adjacent to the motel was a gas station and a coffee shop.
Jackie gave her snatch several hard thrusts, then shut the engine off and strode into the office.
A heavy set man in a flat top haircut waddled out to the desk. His dark, heavy lidded eyes burned with unusual intensity as they took in every inch of her.
"Wanna room, lady?" he asked. His Neanderthal face was set in a permanent scowl and an unfiltered cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth.
Jackie signed in for two, not looking up at the desk man. He seemed to be undressing her with his eyes; it bothered her and made her nervous when filling in the registration cards.
"Shit!" she cried, after misprinting information on the card. She tore it up and started again, this time trying to control her nervous handwriting.
Jackie concentrated on the registration card, filling in all the information in the small, neat handwriting that was her trademark. Her nose twitched at the acrid smell of cigarette and she cursed the evils of tobacco addiction.
"There," she said proudly. The hotel manager gaze had not lifted. His eyes seemed to burrow into her, looking past the stern professional expression she had learn in nursing school and probed the depths of her most hidden feelings. Mirrors of the soul, thought Jackie, feeling uncomfortable in the man's presence.
Something was terribly wrong, she thought. The strain was playing tricks on her mind. Why was he looking at her that way, it was if he could read her thoughts or knew about Ralph ... or Jennie ... or the master ...
Her hand! Without thinking she pulled her writing hand down from the desk, thrusting it into a pocket. God, I didn't even wipe my fingers after I stuck them ... in there! Jackie's cheeks blushed with embarrassment. She felt like a little girl being caught rubbing her twat. No wonder he was staring at me, he could smell the goo all over my hand. For an instant she felt like bolting, running to the car and driving off into the night. But it was a foolish idea. The next motel might be miles away and in her exhausted state, she didn't want to chance it. So she would stay here and get some sleep and forget about the manager and what he did or did not know about her private obsessions.
"That'll be ten bucks," the manager said. He read the cards making sure they were in order, then raised his head. "You all right, lady," he asked.
I'll be all right," she answered. "Just a long trip and I'm very tired."
The terrible fears and insecurities subsided. Jackie remembered the burning cigarette and smiled. It was impossible to smell anything over the tobacco odor. She paid the money out of a twenty and waited for her change.
"Sure you don't need a hand with your bags," he asked. A big, friendly smile crossed his dour face, showing a remarkable set of white, evenly spaced teeth.
Jackie remembered the old wife's tales about even teeth being a sign of virility. For an instant the thought lingered in her mind, then quickly vanished. She would get all the satisfaction she would need in the bathroom of her motel room.
"You look tired Miss" his eyes dropped to the register-"Miss Anderson, you sure you're okay?"
Jackie remembered her sister slumped fast asleep in the car. "Well, maybe ... "
Her room was in the back of the motel court. Jackie drove around without her lights on so as not to disturb the other lodgers and parked in front where the manager waited for her. She had explained to him that her sister was suffering from the flu, but he didn't really seem to be interested in her.
"You get situated," he said. "I'll bring you a few things in a minute." And the door closed behind him without Jackie getting in a word.
Despite his brutish looks, Jackie found him to be interesting. He had the same tough, he-man sexuality that Ralph did, and she was drawn to him like a magnet. He had swarthy, Mediterranean features with tufts of black, curly hair sticking through his T-shirt, Jackie wondered if the rest of him was covered with hair.
She glanced over at Jennie. Her angelic face beamed wholesome good dreams as she snuggled into her new bed. No chance that she would suddenly wake up, not after the tranquilizer shot. She was out like a light.
Jackie was brimming with sexy sensations. The realization that Jennie was dead asleep and she was for all intent and purposes alone in a strange room with a strong, virile stud returning to her side, made her throb with passion.
She needed sex, had to have it like an addict needed dope. And it was all Ralph's fault. It was his cock plunging her cunt the first time, her very first time, that had turned her into a human sex machine.
Outside the room in the courtyard she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She had only a few seconds until he arrived, and Jackie knew what had to be done.
From the suitcase she pulled a slinky night gown and hurriedly stepped from her blouse and blue jeans. The gown had been a gift from an old boy friend, and the fabric was so sheer that it outlined the sultry curves of her well exercised body.
"Hey, Miss," he said through the door. "I brought you a few things."
Jackie felt her heart pounding in her ears. It was always this way, as the adrenaline pumped through her body, readying her passion holes for the thrust of male flesh. She opened the door, moving close to the night manager so her breasts touched against his chest. She watched with mounting satisfaction as his eyes opened wide and his trembling hand nearly dropped the tray of soft drinks.
"Jeaus," he said softly. He was so happy with himself that he wanted to burst of yelling. Six months working nights at this out of the way motel had produced nothing in the way of wanton young ladies looking for a little pleasure. But he had sized this one up right. His instincts had not proved him wrong.
Confidently he walked into the room and placed the tray down on a table. He saw the other girl was still asleep and would be no trouble. A small wind gust stirred the flimsy nightgown.
To his simple, uncomplicated mind she was nothing less than a Greek goddess. His cock hardened into a thick shaft. He could not see her face, only the outline of her breasts and the soft curve of her thighs. She wore the nightie, but she was just as good as naked before his stare.
"Please ... "
The words seemed to come from the night itself. There was urgency in her trembling tone and more than a little passion. Only by moving into her and feeling her breasts pushing against him and her crotch humping against his did he realize how hot the woman was.
"I need you . . " The ghostly voice fired his loins. His wife was back asleep in the bedroom behind the manager's, office. A huge blob of a woman whose layers of fat made the idea of sex repulsive to him. It was ludicrous pushing her larded thighs apart and lifting the blubber rolls of her gut away from the tiny cunt hole so he could work his joint inside her hot crotch long enough to get his rocks off.
Now he had a real dish. Her twin mounds pointed outward. She had firm breasts that didn't hang down like gunny sacks. And she had thighs with shape to them, and a stomach that was flat and taunt with desire.
AND SHE WAS BEGGING TO BE FUCKED!! !
He reached out feeling the silky fabric of the night gown. His hand flashed downward. The girl screamed, actually more of a gasp as the nightie tore from her body. He grinned wolfishly holding the ripped garment up to chest level and left it drop to the ground.
"Baby, you are the best thing to come along in a long time," he said, pulling the shirt from his chest. His eyes never left her satin white breasts as he unbuckled his belt. The hard, red nipples stared back at him. "Fuck, you're so well put together that you don't need a bra to make them stand up."
Jackie felt a twitching of terror. The manager was not the simple minded man she thought he was. She had wanted to lure him into the bedroom and seduce him as a worldly wise woman would seduce a country bumpkin. But this man with the hairy body of a gorilla had the mentality to go with his brutish looks. There was no playing games with him. She stumbled backward wondering how she had gotten into this mess in the first place.
"Don't play so fucking cute," he growled. Mabel was back in the bedroom snoring away, her hundred and fifty pounds spreading easily over the king size bed. Mabel was what he had to go back to every night of his miserable life. And since he had nothing to lose, except Mabel which was no great loss, he was not going to chicken out with this broad.
He grabbed her roughly and brought his moth down on her tits. The nipples were harder than they look, like rubber thimbles which he licked and sucked on joyously.
Jackie made guttural, grunting sounds while her tits were being gobbled up by his fat lips. She clawed at his broad shoulders and drove her nails into his bald scalp. She heard him groan, but her blows had no effect. He was glued to her tits and she had to do something quick for his tongue was doing wicked wild things to her nipples.
"No, not here," she stammered. "My sister, you will wake my sister."
She realized it was futile to argue with the motel manager. He was sucking her and his hands were up and down her back and in between her butt cheeks and nothing short of a bomb was going to pry him loose.
He pulled his mouth loose from her tits and stared into her face, his black eyes glowing like coals.
"I've waited a long time for a girl like you," he sneered. His arms came up rudely between her thighs and, as she gasped with surprise, he clawed at her dripping cunt.
"Wow!! " She tried squirming away, but his gorilla arm was glued to her crotch, the fingers searching her slit. Jackie's legs left the ground and when she came down his hand pried a choice opening in her hole.
She hunched against him trying to resist the terrible fires of temptation only to find herself a victim of her vagina's demands. She collapsed against his steel grip and surrendered her twat to his plunging hand.
"Jesus, lady your wetter than a popsicle on a summer day." His fingers rubbed her cunny walls, fucking her widening cunt with a desire pent up after months of dull sex. Mabel was so disappointing in bed that he had once wanted to pour lighter fluid all over her pig fat and put a match to her, just to see what would happen. But he had some good hot pussy now and he wasn't going to let go until jizz dribbled from every passion hole in her body.
He threw her roughly on the bed beside the sleeping sister and drove his tongue down into her slit.
"AAAIHIEEEE" Jackie screamed, her body now a prisoner to the torch flaming at her cunt hole. She reared up her ass cheeks so he could go deeper. And when his fingers found her clitoris Jackie exploded.
"Aaaaahhhhh!! ! ! " She twisted her hips against his prying fingers. His arm snaked between her legs rubbing and tickling her fury triangle. Sucking in her breath, she humped his hand as if her very life depended upon it.
The bed squeaking was music to her ears. A tempest's fury consumed her as she cast aside what few reservations remained. This hairy ape of a man really knew how to stimulate her cunt. She had been a good girl, going for almost two weeks without a man to satisfy her womanly urgings. Now this gorilla with his thick coat of hair and all knowing fingers and God knew what else was going to drain her passion holes of every last pleasure drop.
She waited until the fingers with half way up her stomach before arching her spine so her ass cheeks parted smartly before her lover's face. At first he did not understand, but then the smell of her cunt drifting through the hairy ravine clued him in.
He fumbled behind her, getting his face down between her thighs. She's a hot one all right, Jocko, he said to himself. Christ alive!Shell do anything I want and then some.
But first he had to get her started. And to do that, he raised his face between her spread legs and wedged his tongue into her honey pot.
"Ooooooo!! ! ! " Her loins were on fire from the insertion of his wet tongue. The sensation of the soft, juicy tongue wiggling inside her pussy, made Jackie gush like a fountain. "Do it!! Yes," she wanted to yell. "Turn my cunt into jelly with your thunder stick."
Yet guilt stabbed at her conscience. Jennie slept right next to her on the motel bed. How could she allow this man dig his fingers into her ass cheeks and suck her cunt with his tongue while Jennie lay a few feet away?
How can you do it? You're really inched! It's all Ralph 's fault? Whatever distressing feelings Jackie might have had were quickly dispersed. Her hips lifted miraculously off the bed and her body twisted abruptly. She came down on her back, legs spread out in a wide V shape, and as she looked up, Jocko was already driving his hips forward. His burly flesh pressed against her as his hard, throbbing cock found her wetting groove. His cock was big and thick in every way and it made a whooshing sound when the shaft penetrated the slippery folds of her cunt.
"AAAAIIIIEEEE" The air seeped out of her as his full weight came down on her chest. Visions of naked bodies and stiff demanding cocks filled her mind. Jocko was hot and wasted no time priming her secreting hole. He was piston stroking her twat, jamming hot cock meat into even hotter cunt flesh.
"Ohhhhh! Really good! Oooohhh!" She gasped for breath as Jocko's brutal weight crushed her to the bed. His stiff, demanding penis turned her to jelly. Her whole being was glued to the pecker stuck inside her. He gunned her hole, banging his swollen nuts against her flabby thighs and the cunt juices oozing from her crack cemented them in their smelly sticky embrace.
Summoning her strength, Jackie returned his hard, passionate thrusts. Her iron will was dissolving as she fought against the plunging intruder. Intense lovemaking magnified her perceptions: she heard the bed springs creaking, her cunt folds squishing, and Jacko's fat cock sucking all at once.
"Come, darling, come in me now," she begged. It was not like her to let herself go without feeling the warm trickle of a man's reassurance first. But her cunt sleeve was closing fast. Fighting the imminent orgasm was pointless.
"FUCK ME!! ! OH GOD LET COME RIGHT NOW!! "
And then, as if an answer to her prayers, the warm, hot milk spilled from his penis. Jocko shuddered against her, moaning like a wounded animal as his thick sperm jelly roared into her chasm. His prick spit hot cream in thick, gooey wads and they seemed to run up to the deepest recesses of her womb.
Jackie felt a rumble deep into her guts followed quickly by a squeezing of tightly bunched cunt muscles. It came as a throbbing spasm, a horrible pain that suddenly flatten out at the last second, turning into inexpressible joy. Wave after wave cascaded through her tortured flesh, and then began the warm glowing tranquility that only a woman can know spread through her. Her screams of immediacy became soft cooing sounds. She had come. She was there.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jackie loved an early morning shower, and was delighted at the motel's supply of hot water. What it lacked in service it made up for in accommodations. The shower was first rate. There was plenty of hot water. Turning the water knobs, she felt the sting of water on her back. The shower head was old and corroded with a sieve-like face that sent the gush of water out in thin needle-sharp streams.
She spent twenty minutes in the shower and when she stepped out her skin was lobster red. She wiped the water condensation off the mirror and looked at herself. Her breasts were firm and the red nipples glowed. She smiled impishly at her self and brought a finger up and touched the sensitive tip of each nipple. Pure delight shivered from her tits down to the freshly rinsed cunt channel. At six thirty in the morning she felt wonderfully alive.
In the sleeping room, Jennie was just waking up. She stretched her arms out wide and yawned loudly. "Where are we," she said looking around.
"A motel," Jackie answered, fixing her wet hair with bobby pins. "You were sound asleep when I decided to stop."
Jennie rolled back on the bed, fighting off the impulse to go back to bed. Her mind, woozy from the tranquilizers, had difficulty remembering the strange series of events that had brought her to this room.
She was totally nude. Rising to her feet, she felt a tightness between her legs and a strange throbbing in her pubescent breasts. Stumbling to the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. The dark bruises showed up as ugly black patches on her breasts.
"Uncle Ralph!" It all came back to her. The secret desires hidden for who knew how long had burst into fruition. She stared at her mouth, remembering how her Uncle's thick, hairy member had speared her mouth. The taste of his salty discharge lingered in her throat, a sharp recurring taste like clove or hot pepper. It all came back in a series of vivid images. Uncle Ralph was pumping her mouth full of his man juice and then sis was clubbing him over the head with the big sausage. She vaguely remembered running to the car and then home for some clothes. Afterward, the injection, ... more driving, then ... sleep.
Un-like her sister, Jennie felt no guilt about what she had done. It was a kick-she really dug Ralph's huge cock-something new to try and most of all, fun.
"Sex was something all right," she told herself. Jennie stepped into the shower and turned on the water. Though her mind was not yet alert to the sensitive signals of her body, Jennie realized something was wrong with her. She had been so excited with Uncle Ralph before sis came along ... Jennie clenched her fists. Sis was always getting in the way.
Some minutes later Jennie was standing nude and dripping wet in the middle of the room. She toweled off the water and fell back on the bed. Without thinking, she reached out and clutched the crumpled bed sheets. She could feel the dried, starchy spots where Jocko's semen had dribbled out of her sister's slit. She turned and looked at the dry patch, wondering what the stain could be. When Jackie returned from the car, Jennie was still examining the substance.
"What are you doing, little sister?" said Jackie. It seemed odd that Jennie would be lying naked on the bed feeling the sheets. Then suddenly it struck her.
"Get your hands away!" Jackie ordered, pulling her up. "And get dressed, we have a long ways to go yet."
Reluctantly, Jennie obeyed. She quashed the instinct to resist since Jackie was both bigger and stronger than she was. Maybe someday she would strike back, but her fourteen-year-old body was not a threat. Sullenly, she dressed and hurried to the car while Jackie made a last minute tour of the room for misplaced items. When she was certain the room was clean, Jackie closed the door and went to the car.
Jennie turned around and looked at the motel sign as they pulled out on the highway. She was thinking about the yellowish white substance on the sheet. Whatever it was, her sister had really steamed. It certainly seemed familiar ... Suddenly, it hit her.
"Uncle Ralph," she said. "Did you sleep with Uncle Ralph." Jackie shot her sister a withering look, and she nearly swerved the car off the road.
"Don't ever mention that man's name again," she snapped. "The man is sick and depraved ... h-h-he should be put in jail."
Jennie could see there was no point arguing with her sister. But the starchy stuff on the sheets was somehow all connected with Uncle Ralph. She remembered how his tool gunned her face with soft sticky goo. It had dried into a flaky material just like the stuff on the bed. She wanted to know how a man's sperm if indeed that was what the stain was, had gotten there. Did Uncle Ralph follow sis to the motel. Did she have someone else in there while she slept? Jealousy, particularly the jealousy between two sisters, was a potent, motivating force as Jennie was just beginning to realize.
Jackie was fuming mad! Why couldn't she have a nice, well mannered kid sister like other people. One that kept out of trouble. Her hands were trembling again at the wheel and she fought to control her awesome temper.
"Where are we going, sis?" asked Jennie.
"Remember Camp Mohawk? The place I was talking about," she explained. "They need a nurse and I decided to take the job."
She had taken the job on a spur of the moment. The pay was terrible, but money wasn't the overriding factor. Camp Mohawk was deep in the Wisconsin Dells, a rustic place along the river, miles from the chaos and turmoil of the city.
The camp job would give her time to sort out the mess that had become her life. She was exhausted and needed a rest and Camp Mohawk was the ideal place.
"What will I do," asked Jennie.
"You're going to camp," she announced happily. "You'll swim and play baseball, and volleyball and all sorts of good things."
Jennie looked at the pleased smile cross her sister's face. She was tempted to ask if there were boys at this Camp Mohawk, but decided such a question would only infuriate her. Besides, she would find out soon enough.
CHAPTER FIVE
Two weeks went by before Ralph fully recovered. It had happened so fast that he first thought it was a bad dream. But the blinding headache and the whiskey stained clothes were all too real.
Shit, boy, get hold of yourself. He staggered to the kitchen and made hot coffee. Good, strong coffee. Thick enough to cut with a knife.
It all started with Jennie, he thought. In one of his blind rages, he'd picked the girl up, brought her to the house and then ... The rest was too painful. He took a swallow of coffee, hacked, and took some more.
He remembered her plump, teenage flesh plopped on the table her sweet lips sucking noisily on his cock. Then the terrible screaming, and the explosion of stars turned the evening into a nightmare.
He drank more coffee.
Again he had defied society's archaic laws and given in to his ingrained lust. He felt guilty as hell after fucking Jackie, so guilty that he swore that he would not give in to temptation again. And he had almost succeeded. But just looking at his two cousins made a thrill flash through his body. It pulled him along, like the engine of a toy train. What was the saying, a hard cock had no conscience. He had to smile for no one knew better than he, the truth of the aphorism.
He spent the next two weeks purging his system. He made all the bars, picking up the girls who overlooked his haggard, unshaven face and rumpled clothes and saw the troubled man underneath it all.
They were strange girls who lived in a subterranean world, eons apart from the one he knew.
Sally Quinn was the first girl he met on his strange odyssey. An attractive blonde with an hourglass figure and piercing blue eyes, she worked the night shift at the local TV station. They exchanged small talk in a local shot-and-a-beer joint, but they clicked right away. She was researching a series on male chauvinism and was attracted to his views on the divine right of the male species.
That stuff went out with spats and garters," she snapped. Ralph didn't argue. Through the haze of guilt and excessive alcohol he was not about to argue. He said nothing, just nodding his head and drinking beers. Then he felt Sally's firm thigh rubbing against him. And more than just squirming. This girl was hot and ready. He looked down her plunging cleavage and stared at the two globe-like titties-staring back. The sickly sweet smell of deodorant and cunt lubricant drifted up to his nostrils. One minute they were hanging onto each other and the next, they were up in her plush apartment.
Ralph had her mouth on hers. His lips were wet and full and he sluiced her lush mouth with his tongue.
She was wildly wet, he knew that, and her breasts pressed against his pounding flesh. Suddenly she was screaming as his hands came down, ripping blouse and bra and pants with savage force.
His eyes burned into hers. She shivered before him, trembling with dread and fear. "Open my pants," he ordered. Hurriedly he pushed her to her knees so her frightened face was parallel with the throbbing bulge in his pants.
"Oh! Oh, no," she cried. But her fingers expertly parted the metal zippers, and then without him saying a word, she slipped the cock from the vent in his underwear.
"Suck!" he commanded. He lunged his hips and whether out of fear or secret sexual longing, Sally received his penis. It must have been a first time. She was still shaking all over like a thoroughbred before the Kentucky Derby, strong, supple muscles quivering every which way as Ralph pumped her face. "Suck harder!"
He felt a thrill flash through her body. And then another and another as the thick, hard meat drained the Women's Libber arrogance from her body. Her eyes were tightly closed and spit was drooling from her mouth as Sally valiantly tried to match his fervid cock stroking.
She seemed to melt all over his cock. Her clothes lay in tatters, her breasts full and heaving as the adrenalin pumped her fragile nervous system full of juice. Ralph gripped her hair and savagely brought her face back and forth against his shaft.
"You silly fucking cunt!" His harsh words echoed off the apartment walls. Her lips opened revealing the pleading blue eyes of a woman in the throes of an ungodly force.
"Fuck me, fuck me, I'm yours," the eyes told him. And he was going to answer her. He was going to tell her that yes, he would fuck her; that yes, his hot pole would soon slither up her love channel; but, no, the words never came to him because right then, hot sperm shot out of his pecker and raced down her throat. Her throat walls constricted around his bucking shaft. Her mouth was his. The terrified blue eyes seemed drained of life. His seed was pouring down her, filling the booze soaked lining of her stomach. And it never stopped. His balls flapped against her lower lips, squeezing more and more come juice into the girl's frightened face.
"Oh Great Fucking God In Wonderful Heaven!" He no longer cared about Jackie or Jennie or even this foolish little bitch from the TV station.
All that mattered to him right the, indeed all that mattered in the world was the deliberate draining of his balls into the girl's face. And when finally he was finished, and the last droplets of cock cream were shaken onto the licking tongue, he reluctantly pulled out his fast wilting cock.
"I'm sorry," he meant to tell her. But there seemed no point in apologizing. Now satisfied, he didn't really care what the little bitch thought. She was flopped on the floor, her thighs parted, her face staring in bewilderment. Seed dripped from her cheeks, a white pasty smear across her tear-streaked face. She was stunned from the savagery of his sexual advances, confused by the fury a man was capable of. Ralph thought the best thing to do was leave. Sally did not try to stop him as he flopped his cock back into his pants and stumbled to the door.
Ralph looked back at the shaken TV correspondent. He wanted to say something nice to take the edge off their brutal act. He remembered the now famous words of her network's most famous correspondent.
"And that's the way it was," he said.
Ralph was not always so cruel, however, and under his rough exterior lurked a sensitive human being. At least that's what several girls tried to tell him. But Ralph was too busy losing himself in alcohol and women to care what they said. He finished the hot coffee and poured another cup. His head still rocketed with pain, but it was bearable, he could live with it.
He turned to his bed and saw the blonde head of curls popping out of the covers. He scratched his head, vaguely wondering who the girl was.
"Hey, sweetheart," he said. The girl turned around and smiled. He didn't know what her name was, but from her face she couldn't be older than twelve.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
She pulled back the sheet and stood up. Totally naked! Ralph watched, reveling in her nakedness as she padded across the floor, wondering how it would feel to be nestled between her thighs once again.
His cock rose to attention, hard as a steel rod. He got up and followed her to the bathroom. Christ, she was beautiful, he thought, the most gorgeous thing he's seen in quite some time. He whipped into the John and saw her pissing nonchalantly. A sudden, terrifying urge overcame him watching the innocent young girl voiding her bladder. It scared him, and yet turned him on.
"Jesus, Mister what the fuck are you doing?" She was quite a talker this girl, full of vim and vinegar.
He pulled her up by the arms pits and dropped her down on his cock. The pain hurt enormously and the girl was feeling the pain too. She was screaming, but that didn't stop him from jamming her cunt hole down on his shaft.
Pee was running out of her like a broken faucet and the yellow fluid was spraying all over his chest and crotch. Not that Ralph cared for the girl's tight cunt sleeve slipped around his cock.
"Oooooo!! ! ! " she groaned. For inside the tightly bunched ring of cunt muscles was the long, moist love channel. She wiggled around his penis, pumping her agile hips up and down his shaft. The pee trickled into a puddle.
Betty Jane was fourteen, not twelve, and she was very experienced for her age. But nothing had prepared her for Ralph's unorthodox lovemaking. Within a few painful strokes, she was drenched in salty emission.
How can I do this? she asked herself. But what could she do when a man had his cock up her cunt and his arms dug into her butt cheeks and his mouth glued to her puckered titties. She squirmed, groaning and humping. Her quim was hot and itched terribly as the tube shaped cock slide in and out.
Betty Jane had met this strange man walking the street and though they had made love in half a dozen exotic ways during the night, she was still surprised by his sudden, unpredictable actions. Ralph was crazy and capable of doing anything, she thought. And that was okay with her!
I just wished he had used grease, or something, she thought. My cunt hole is raw as hamburger meat!
Her hips rolled against his shaft and the jarring shock of abrupt penetration had already started her to climax. And his mouth was doing pretty good working her red titties into a frantic state. Betty Jane was hot all right, hotter than her she'd been in all her fourteen years!
"Ah, please let me have your juice," She wasn't used to begging for satisfaction, but she was now.
His crank was doing wild things to her tush all right. "HurrrrryH!"
Ralph plunged down and felt his cockhead strike the bottom. It pounded against the end of her womb. The shock rocked both of them. He had held back on the little heifer because twelve inches of pecker was an awful lot for a little girl. But he jammed her hard and when he hit the pit of her womb he went wild. And so did she. Her cunt convulsed in an uncontrolled climax. The final blow had done it, and her sex tube was scalding hot around his cock, sucking him to oblivion.
"Goddamn coming!! " he bellowed, his balls aroused. And then he buried himself inside her slit. He bucked his hips and lunged with desperate finality. Then he went calm inside as his white semen sprayed jets of hot froth into her hole.
She fainted in his grasp, then revived, then fainted again. She humped her ecstatic twat around his cock. Her tiny tush sucked in his seed and when he was finished coming, and his cock slowly receded from her hole, he dropped her back to the toilet seat and walked out to the living room. Quickly he put on his clothes and walked out the door.
"Hey where you going," asked the girl, as he headed out into the morning's sunrise.
He didn't answer. His mind was elsewhere thinking of another girl, his own flesh and blood. Somewhere out there she was waiting for him. And he would find her.
CHAPTER SIX
Camp Mohawk snuggled cozily into the North bank of Lake Wabunga, miles from the nearest town and as far away as one could get from the hustle and bustle of city life.
Jackie loved the feeling of nature surrounding her. With no telephones linking them to St. Cloud, the tiny burg up the river and no television or radio allowed within the camp grounds, she thrown into a different world. One that as a city person, she did not know existed.
The daily regime appealed to her. Every morning she rose with the other campers to salute the flag. Then it was off to a breakfast of eggs and bacon before returning to the camp infirmary.
Her nursing skills were in desperate need. With one hundred teenagers running around, accidents were bound to happen. And it was her duty to patch the campers up and get them back into having an active happy summer.
But despite the pretty surroundings and the sense of being needed, Jackie was not content. She was a woman, and she would not feel complete as a person without a man around. Sex was never far from her mind. She thought the quiet, reflective life in the woods would quench the harsh taste of desire. But that was not to be. Denying her sex was denying herself, and that she found out was an impossible burden to shoulder.
She saw dozens of patients every day. Young teenagers whose fast developing bodies caused her endless moments of anguish.
Her second day at the infirmary brought this fact home with a resounding flourish. A young boy came in screaming in pain. He wore a camp T-shirt, and baggy shorts and his hands were clasped over his crotch.
Jackie thought at first he was homesick from the way the tears poured down his face. But looking down, she realized this was hardly the problem. In his haste to dress for breakfast, the young lad had caught his cock skin in his zipper. It took little imagination to realize the pain the boy was in and she quickly grabbed hold of the zipper key and yanked his entrapped pecker free.
Then came an awkward moment. The boy quit crying and just stood there, his penis hanging down. Jackie saw the camper had not intention of moving and as she watched not knowing what to say, the lifeless penis began to grow.
The flabby skin came alive as the shaft straightened out with an awkward jerking movement. Jackie was shocked. How was she to tell the boy to stick his cock back in his pants. A deeper urge within told her to reach out and touch the cock, perhaps even stroke the fleshy shaft and make it harder. No! I couldn't! That would be awful Her eyes seemed to linger on the boy's crotch and she realized that the boy could not help but notice the change in her mood.
Go ahead, you bitch grab his pecker. Her voice was screaming within her skull. You've done worse and it's nice hard dong staring you in the face. Go ahead suck him off! Or maybe go in the bedroom and show him were his cock really belongs.
"It hurts," said the camper. He clutched his penis and wagged the circumcised head at her. "I think I cut myself."
Jackie didn't know if he was putting her on or what. But she wasn't about to let this punk kid torment her and ruin her vacation in the North woods. Still, the thought flickered in her mind to work on his pecker until the "hurt" went away.
Trying not to tremble, she applied an antiseptic to the boy's wound pretending that his penis was not really as hard as it appeared.
"There now, you're all better," she said, looking him in the eye. "Now, zip your pants and be careful you don't catch y-y-your t-thing in the fly again."
After the boy zipped up and left, Jackie slumped in a chair and listened to her beating heart. She had come so close to ruining everything, for once work spread that the camp nurse was giving blow jobs to the young campers her days were through.
She walked slowly to the bathroom and washed her hands. She was finished kidding herself. If she were to last the season, she had to find a man. Any man, it didn't matter really. Jackie was not fickle about such things. Big or short, kind or cruel, these characteristics did not concern her. Her face curled up as she remembered the hairy gorilla in the motel. Yes, even he would do. Just a man with a willing spirit and a penis which would throb hard and long between her thighs. A man who would fire her loins and fill the void in her troubled and pointless existence.
The answer to Jackie's prayers came in the form of a muscular six footer named Jay Steele. Their meeting occurred one night after the evening meal. The infirmary was locked up and Jackie was out walking along the lake front. The air was thick with mosquitoes and the odd sounds of nocturnal animals. She moved quietly, feeling the wind at her back, when a strange urge possessed her to walk out on the pier.
She loved hearing the water lap under the wooden pilings. In the moonless night she felt removed from her humble surroundings her tortured body aglow with the wonderful sense of being alive.
"Why don't you just shuck your clothes and jump in," said a voice below her.
"What! My God!" The young nurse leaped a foot in the air. There was somebody in the water below her. At first, Jackie had the crazed notion that someone had fallen into the lake and was hanging onto the pier.
"Hey, come on in, the water's fine,".
Jackie looked into the ink-black water. A head surfaced right in front of her. "You scared me silly," she answered. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. A man would have to be crazy to swim at night, when it was impossible to see more than a foot in front of himself.
"Afraid of the water?" he asked.
Jackie got down on her knees. A tremulous sensation stimulated her perverse curiosity. She wondered who the swimmer was. Any man crazy enough to swim at night, might be crazy enough to do other things.
Two powerful arms reached up on the pier and clasped her hands. A head raised up, but it was too dark to make out his face.
"I always swim at night," he said. "The water is bathwater hot"
"It's dangerous to swim at night all alone." She bit her tongue, but too later for the words were already out and she realized the implication.
"Exactly," the man answered. And before Jackie could catch a breath, she felt herself being hoisted up and moving through the air.
Her scream was muffled by her contact with the water. Her mouth froze shut as the water's coldness closed around her. She went down feeling the pressure in her ears and then the sudden surge of panic as she fought to come up. The cold water sucked the air from her lungs and when she emerged, Jackie was gasping for breath.
"Ohhhhh" she yelled. "I felt like I was going to drown. Her deepest dreams were always nightmares in which she was being stuffed down a long tube filled with water. The darkness of the night substituted all too realistically for the horror of those dreams.
But Jackie was not dreaming; she was wide awake and in the arms of the strange man who had pulled her from the pier. He was holding her close, balancing their bodies while supporting himself on a buoy line. "I didn't know you had a fear of water," he said.
"I didn't either," she admitted, "It just ... yeow!" Her hands had gone to his waist for support, but they were not gripping his muscular gut or even his bathing suit.
"You aren't ... "
"Shhhhh" he admonished. "It's our secret. Now just keep holding me as you were and I promise not to let you drown."
Jackie was shaking with disbelief for her fingers pressed against his crotch and a hard, very long cock pressed through the mesh of her fingers.
"Stroke it, go ahead I wouldn't tell," he coaxed her. Jackie stared in silent horror as her hands disobeyed her will and began stroking the long gloating object. His cock stuck straight out despite the cold water and his nuts sack floated around, drifting with the current. She felt his thighs trembling and his hips jutting forward, but not a sound escaped his lips.
Jackie looked hard, squinting her eyes in vain trying to figure out the identity of this strange man in the water. Her hand was jerking him off with devilish strokes. Gentle waves were lapping against her breasts exciting the pink ends made rigid by the cold water.
This is the craziest thing I've ever done. Masturbating a man I can even see. In the water, my clothes dragging me to the bottom and all I can think about is this hard cock swimming around in my hand.
The twin stimulations of death by drowning and abrupt sex brought Jackie's nerves to the peak of sensitivity. The stranger bobbed up and down holding onto the buoy robe, a groan of pleasure coming from deep in his chest.
"Kiddo, you are just what I need," he said. With a powerful stroke of his arm, the stranger was on her and for the second time in two weeks a complete unknown was ripping clothes off her body.
"Sorry about the duds," he grunted, "but there isn't time to explain. Now spread your legs open."
Jackie arched her neck. Could she be hearing right? The command was quickly followed by a splashing sound as his hand found her blouse and ripped it off. Her cunny was closed tighter than a clam shell; but he managed to finger apart her opening. Jackie spread her thighs as directed and let him plunge into her cunt folds.
"Ooooooo!! " The soft flesh jiggled with each bouncing movement of her thighs. She tilted her head and let the water's buoyancy carry her. Her round breasts broke the surface followed quickly by her belly and legs. Despite the coldness, the finger was unlocking her cunt doors. The petals of her naked little pussy bloomed with the heat of his thrusting. She closed her eyes and lay back to enjoy the fervid masturbation. The water lapping along the shore, the gentle sounds of night animals alive in the woods, and the steady stroking of her twat with heavenly gifts to her confused mind. Whoever the stranger was he really knew a thing or two about cunt reaming! Her stretched out channel flesh burned with desire.
In fact she would have come right there in the water on the moonless night if her lover had not removed his fingers. Slowly he circled her stretched out body and positioned himself between her thighs.
Tm going to fuck you," he insisted. No imagine words, no impassioned pleadings. His voice rang with confidence as if it didn't matter what she thought.
But it did matter, at least to Jackie who had been crying out for the joy of a passion stick throbbing in her guts for from the very first day she had set foot on the camp grounds.
"Hurry, I don't care what you do," she said. "I've waited an eternity for this moment. Just stick it in me as hard as possible." . She lay back. It seemed like forever. She waited and nothing was happening. Then she heard it. The rush of water coming towards her. She clenched her teeth, waiting ... hoping and then he struck!! ! ! Hard cock jamming her cunt doors. She gasped and went under, blowing bubbles as the entry of prick meat forced the air from her lungs. The strong, powerful shaft jammed her slit, forcing its way through the puckered lips into the soft creaminess of her womb.
Jackie's head bobbed to the surface, her hole alive with electricity. A charge built up in every nerve. She sucked in her breath; the cock seemed to be twisting up between her legs all the way to the center of her guts. She experienced no. feeling of weight or pressure. She floated like a cork as the prick gunned her cunny.
"Jesus fucking Christ," she whispered. His fingers found her butt cheeks and lifted her up onto his pole. Now she was really going strong. A shaft in her cunt and fingers in her ass! That was something all right; a forceful expression of passion that had been denied her all these weeks.
Faster and faster the cock worked its sweet music into her channel. Water sluiced into her womb; she was douching and fucking at the same time, a wonderful treat!
"I-I am Jackie Jackie Anderson," she said. She squirmed her hips against his cock. It felt every bit as hot and wonderful as when he jammed it inside the first time. Her cunt was a continual source of hot, exciting sensations. Pumping harder, spreading out further, she was able to take the full shaft all the way up her channel. It was the deepest penetration in quite a while and Jackie was well aware it couldn't go on much longer.
"Oh, you have to hurry," she whispered. "It's got to be soon!! "
Her cries were met with an explosion of piston fuck stroking. "It's so goddamn hard! I don't want to ever stop!"
The full force of his raging cock was madding. His prick never stopped plundering her cunt; even in the lake he continued to find new ways of exciting her.
Jackie was screaming louder. The molten shaft of thick meat wedged up inside the deepest parts of her loins was unbearably wild. Her mind swirled with strange fantasies. Could she feel the sperm running up her crack. Could her own flesh withstand the excitement of fucking in water.
Steele was also asking a few questions. His mighty cock seemed unwilling to function. This was not his first "wet" fuck. Once he had balled a girl until she had almost drowned, but that was in the Bahamas many years before. And she had not been so willing a love partner as this sultry bitch now glued to his cock.
He watched her body surging towards him, his bobbing breasts and fleshy thighs cresting the water. His cock was going up inside her crotch with powerful, lunging strokes. He was giving all he had, the sweat now bursting out on his face as the last bit of resistance gave in to the overwhelming desire. Adrenaline pumped his organs full of energy.
"Ready yourself, damn it," he snapped. His hips bunched against her twat as he short-stroked her hole. Her cunt muscles clenched his shaft and he roared with delight, sensing that the time for their climax had arrived.
Rearing back so cold water sloshed up between his ass cheeks, Steele felt the steady suction of her cunt pulling on his dick. Back he went, his fatten shaft sliding away from her hole until only the ugly, misshapen cock head glued their two bodies together. Her cunt was still sucking on him, still begging for his milky froth and Steele told himself that all was ready if just his balls ...
"Jesus Christ!" he yelled. Then his prick slammed into Jackie's slit, smashing her thighs apart and in a violent spasm, he cut loose. Hot jism spilled into her vessel, filling her channel with hot cream.
"Oooooo" she groaned. "I can feel you coming. So hot and warm. You're there. You ... are. THEREEEEE!"
It was music to hear, the lapping of the waves splashing against their interlocking bodies and the grunting and groaning as they both rejoiced in the warmth of his male seed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jackie opened up the "Best Poems of B. Gibney." She read aloud to Steele. "Love it makes us do crazy things ... Flesh hoses become steel ... Hairy boxes turned into pink slits of enjoyment ... . Love makes us stink like animals ... Dehydrates our body orifices ... Love stinks all right. . . But it's better than garbage."
Steele smiled a lot when Jackie got in her poetry moods. The lines of verse meant nothing to him; just some incoherent gibberish written by some madman. But Jackie got enjoyment out of readings to him so he went along with parlor games.
He felt like a very lucky man. There were few single girls at Camp Mohawk and he had managed to score the best looking of the lot. He would not have to make the long trek into town with his other counselor buddies, scrounging around looking for sex. Jackie was more than he could handle.
The feeling of her cunt around his hard dick was too good and too exciting to give up and go join his buddies chasing whores. Jackie was a nice girl who had a lot of problems. She was hung up about something, and despite his go-slow approach, he could not break through the solid barrier that separated him from her inner self.
He was certain that it had something to do with her younger sister Jennie. Jackie saw a lot of her and when the two of them were together, he was shut off. No doubt the two sisters were very close,. but Jackie was perhaps too close to know some of the things that Jennie was doing.
There were rumors that, if true, hardly made Jennie qualify as the town virgin. His buddy Jack had caught her romping around inside one of the boy's cabin after the lights were out.
It was a serious offense, but Jennie had convinced the counselor that she had meant no harm. After promising never to leave her cabin after dark again, Jack had let her go and did not report the incident.
In itself the incident meant very little. But Jennie was a fast developing girl and a cock-teaser, who liked flaunting her gifts to the older counselors. Well, he could dismiss that too because she was not the first female camper to flirt with the counselors.
In fact, he considered it unnatural if a teenage girl didn't flirt about with the older boys; that was part of growing up.
But it was the third rumor that most disturbed him. He had heard this rumor while sipping coffee with the Latin chief after the dinner hour. His work crew, all husky young lads from the town were making jokes about a particular camper who was "going down" for all of them.
He did not know the girl's name, but from his description, it fit Jennie to a T". Jay had said nothing to the cook, who was worried his boys would become so preoccupied with the girl that they would forget to help him in the kitchen. But Jay was deeply worried.
Jennie was fourteen years old and the thought of half a dozen crude, ill kempt men forming a "fuck" line behind her parted thighs truly revolted him. He doubted that her still forming cunt could stand the trauma of sexual energy zinging through her tender slit. Breaking a girl in too early was bad. It turned their innocent young minds full of the fantasies of youth into mush. They became neurotic and resentful and frequently used sex as an instrument of revenge. Jay hardly qualified as a psychiatrist though he had taken several psychology courses at the junior college in his home town. But if Jennie was in trouble, be wanted to help her.
He also didn't want to risk losing Jackie. If her sister got the boot for misconduct or some of the young campers began contracting venereal disease or something equally horrible, then Jackie would almost surely follow her sister. They were flesh and blood and he didn't expect her to continue on for his sake's when Jennie desperately needed her help.
So Jay had his work cut out for him. He would try to straighten the troubled child out. It wouldn't be easy though not impossible. They knew each other, after all, and were friends or, so he thought. Jennie was in his sailing class and they maintained a rapport though the little girl was devilishly hard to figure out. Certainly he could see from her impish good looks how men were attracted to her. She really was desirable and he pictured his hands running over smooth, soft curving belly and down to her moist cunt. She was quite a dish, he had to admit ...
"Jay, you're just not listening to me," said Jackie. Her lips pouted in childish anger. She slammed the book of Gibney poems down on the table beside her and angrily crossed her legs.
Jay had not been listening. But the thought of going without sex that evening stirred him strongly. He didn't want to lie to Jackie, but he didn't want to miss out fucking her either.
Quietly he unzipped his pants. His hard cock rod sprung from his crotch and he wiggled it before Jackie's feasting eyes. "I was thinking how much fun it would be making love to you." And then he stood up and moved towards her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"If that's all you can think about," snapped Jackie, "then you can leave, Mr. Steele. And don't bother coming back here."
"No really darling," said Steele. He was truly serious though he looked comical standing up with his cock sticking out of his pants like a pointer stick. "I was thinking of you. Honest, darling. Give me a chance."
Luckily for the two quarrelling lovers that the infirmary was built away from the camp center. The pine trees surrounded the cabin-like structure blocking it from view. Which was a good thing for Jackie rarely turned the lights out and from the screen lined windows it was possible to look in and see everything. And during night time the situation was worse. With the light coming from the inside it was impossible for a person to see past the window sill, though for a passerby the infirmary was lit up like a stage. Jennie had cut her finger playing tether ball and had been tramping along the stone pathway to the familiar cabin when she saw them.
At first Jennie didn't know what to make of it. It was difficult distinguishing their voices. But their bodies moved with vivid animation as if they were quarrelling. She looked closely and felt a dull pain in her chest. Jay Steele! She quelled the urge to break into the infirmary and expose them. How could Jackie does this to her? Jay Steele was a dream come true; just sitting in the same boat, feeling his warmth next to her as he commanded the tricky eighteen footer around the lake made her heart throb. Adults might dismiss the deep personal, feeling she experienced as puppy love, but Jennie knew better. Jay Steele was the man of her life. She was deeply in love with him and wanted to marry him and have children by him just like any other grown woman. The mere mention of his name sent chills up and down her spine. And her own sister was making advances on him!
Jennie squinted her eyes as the two lovers moved about in quick, jerky fashion, the strong back lighting giving their movements an eerie effect. She watched them disappear into the back room.
Jennie moved quickly along the path, tripping and falling twice over tree roots and rodent holes before she reached the cabin. Her heart pounded like a jack hammer and it was all she could do to control herself.
"I know what they're doing," she said to herself. A tear rolled down her cheek. She had thought so long and hard about Jay Steele that seeing him with another woman seemed impossible. She wondered what chemistry drew them together. What did her sister have to offer that she didn't. Jennie didn't know. She was so consumed with her own fantasies and adolescent megalomania that she overlooked the obvious. Jay Steele was almost twice her age. A grown man with mature needs and desires was not interested in girls young enough to be his daughter.
Jennie girded her loins and crept to the rear bedroom to see for herself what mysterious powers sis held over Steele's head.
Actually it was the other way around. The window was high up above her eyes and she quickly felt around on the floor of the forest until she came upon a large rock. Careful not to disturb the two lovers, she rolled the stone to the window. Then she stood up and looked in.
The shock of seeing Jay Steele stark naked took her breath away. His cock was straight out, thick around as a wrist bone. She observed how the powerful shaft disappeared into a thatch of curly black pubic hair and that below this hung his two enormous nuts. No doubt about it; this man was hung like a horse.
Her sis thought so too. "I wonder where boys like you were when I went to high school," she said. "The boys I knew had these skinny little pee shooter cocks that hardly did a thing to you."
"Except knock you up," snorted Steele. He was terribly excited. His cock was hard. Harder than even that night in the lake when he had fucked her in the water. Jesus that had been a trip! Steele was not one to linger over past achievements. He was hot as a two dollar gun and this thankless broad did not appreciate him. He wanted sex, needed it in the most urgent way and Jackie was treating him like trash in the gutter. Her attitude steamed him all right. And when he bent down on the bed and calmly stroked her thighs she laughed at him.
"Oh my, you are really with it tonight," she giggled. The shrillness of her voice flared his anger. He looked down at her supine body, his pride injured by her coarse indifference to his feeling and suddenly he felt his blood boiling through his veins.
Roughly he grabbed the front of her clothes and pulled. There was a ripping sound as the clothes came off her chest. Her breasts jerked free of their halter, the thumb size nipples turning red and hard in the open air.
"You're going to ruin all my clothes," she pouted. Actually she liked Jay when he was tough and masculine and forced his sex stem on her. Male coarseness brought out her feminine vulnerability and the more aggressive he was the better she liked it.
Steele looked into her saucer size eyes. He felt disoriented and confused. His thoughts came out like vivid hallucinations. It was an effect very similar to insulin shock and whatever caused it made Steele act crazy.
He pulled her roughly to his face, his nose pressed against hers. "You two bit cock teaser," he said. "You stick your tits out and wiggle your cunt at every guy who comes along and then chicken out when it's time to deliver on the goods."
He was breathing fast and furious like a bull ready to charge the red cape. Jackie watched in horror. He had never been like this so blatant and abusive. Her guts heaved inside, her body motionless as she absorbed the full shock of his attack. His angry words left indelible impressions on her mind and though his fingers had not yet touched the softness of her titties or followed the curve of her thigh, Jackie was already quivering. Her firm resolve had turned to jelly. The gentle itch between her thighs was back. It throbbed like a frightened animal in her love channel wiggling with inexhaustible energy as it coursed to the very center of her womb.
"Baby, I'm going to fuck you like you never been fucked before." His words hit like leaded weights. Jay pulled her thighs against his crotch so his rigid cock stuck between her legs. The shaft lay against her love slit and, as he eased into her, the love stem rubbed her groove. Her tender cunt lips parted open like a flower in bloom. A few precious droplets of her nectar oozed onto his cock.
"You're wetting, baby," he said, feeling her greasy discharge. "You want my cock so bad you'd eat dog shit to get it!"
There was no hiding the savage impulses stimulating her brain. She wanted to orgasm right there. And his cock wasn't even inside her cunt! Her velvet skin was a rash of goose bumps and were hard as brass studs. Her cunt felt soft and gooey like an overripe melon ready picking.
"Do what you want with me," she gasped. "I can't stop you. Take my body and fuck me with savage insistence."
The trembling tone of her voice, the mushy passive state of her body, brought out the savage beast in Jay Steele. He was going to enter her soft flesh in a new, tantalizing way that would make her scream out in fear for his pecker. He nudged his shaft into her groove so the tip reached to the rear of her butt cheeks.
Jackie felt his pecker rise up against her flesh. He toyed with her butt ravine, grooving her goodies with a surprising thoroughness that had her panting like a bitch in heat.
Roughly he pulled up on her thighs and threw her to the bed. Before she could scream out, he brought his mouth down on her cunt.
"Hmmmmm! Lover boy, that's good all right." She humped majestically against his wet tongue as he popped into her cunt. She rolled back her hips to feel his full penetration and as the wiggling tongue crawled in, she bounced her thighs. On impulse, her cunt lips sucked back on the intruder who lapped up its wetness and spit back wads of saliva.
Through all of the foreplay, Jennie had quietly stood at the window watching with little display of emotion. True her tiny mound was wetting and true again, her chest burned with a raging jealously. But there was not much she could do from stopping Jay eating out her sister. Her titties itched and absently she reached up under her blouse and scratched the tender nipples. Ouch! she whispered. Her breasts were tender all right. By stroking her red buds further she discovered the itching disappeared and a tranquil feeling of pleasure replaced it. Faster went her dainty hands and her body started throbbing from the lighting fast caresses of her hand, Jennie felt wildly different. There was something delicious about masturbating herself, a sense of physical relief and spiritual attainment that seemed to missing in her life.
She rubbed her cunny just as fast as she could. " Ooooo! I can feel it coming," she gasped, her fingers moving at lighting speed, showing up only as a blur of motion between her satiny legs. She stroked her clit and her wet twat and even the fertile ravine that lay beyond. When Jennie grew tired, she quickly changed hands. The continual motion in he cunt mound drove her right through the roof. And her wet fingers, fresh from the stink of her crotch was a further enticement. She sucked on her own juices and stroked her furry crotch and, over the pounding of her heart, wished that Jay Steele were sitting between her thighs, instead of fumbling around with her sister.
"Oh,'I want you Jay Steele," she groaned. Her weight sagged against the window sill. Stars danced before her eyes and a grumbling troubled her stomach. Jennie thought she might be sick. But that was not to be. Because her turned-on body had much different plans for her. She was going to come! She was going to juice, right on her very own fingers. And this was going to happen very soon. Yes! Very soon indeed.
Inside, Jackie felt caught in a web of pleasure. Her cunt was bared and vulnerable. She experienced pure joy as Jay lapped away at her groove before sliding his tongue up her channel. Pleasure waves cascaded down from her cunt like water running over Niagara Falls. Thick, greasy fluid spilled from her organs; her body seemed to drench itself in passion fluid before her orgasm. And she was wet all right. Extremely wet. Her pubic hair was a slick ball of goo and her whole bottom half glistened with saliva and cum juice. Her ass cheeks were covered with slop even the tiny shit hole stuck way back in her ravine belched juice.
"Oh, Jay, do something quick!" she pleaded. She hurt down there were Jay had stuck his face, and she wanted the soothing relief of his cock to assuage the pain. And if she didn't feel that burst of masculine joy soon ... well, she didn't know what would happen. "God, you must ... hurry! I feel like a fire-cracker ready to go off."
Jay brought his tongue out of her hole, nearly choking on her lubricant. She was so goddam wet and soft that a hundred dicks could jam her box. He was fascinated by the purplish color of her cunt lips and the way they fluttered when excited.
"I bet you'd like that," he agreed, his eyes never leaving the hairy clam shell between her legs. "Stick it in and hang in there until you get ready to come."
Jackie was hysterical. "Do it! Goddamn it, you know what I want ... don't play any fucking games ... jam your meat up my hole and fuck me darling ... .Fuck me just as hard as possible."
Her body suddenly bolted up right as Jackie desperately grabbed for his penis. She could see it now, thick and hard as always, but Jay back off before she could grip his manhood.
Get her now! Get her over before she can move! Reacting out of instinct, Jay cupped Jackie's ass-cheeks with a sweeping motion flipped her on her back. Quickly he parted her legs so the backside of her twat was showing. But this did not interest him, nor did the shimmering wet patch on her ass. What stirred his desire and made his cock jump with expectation was the tiny pink button at the bottom of her ass ravine.
"Hey, what are you ... " Her sultry flesh wiggled like jelly. Jackie turned backwards and watched her lover. He was busily parting her fat ass buns and lowring himself down there where she'd never ...
Aaaaaahhhhhhh!! ! ! Jackie was shocked. The delicate workings of her orgasm froze. Then it happened again. And again! It took an eternity to recognize the familiar sensation. Jay was licking her butt hole.
The hot, raspy tongue tip was wetting her butt just like it had done to her cunt. Jackie was no angel, but she thought butt licking was going a bit too far. That is until, Jay jammed his tongue through the bunched sphincter muscles and let a few droplets of drool ooze inside her. Then she thought it was okay. Good in fact. Great!
"I can't believe what you're doing," she gasped. "But don't let me stop you."
And she wouldn't. Even if the stiff, bristly sensation had been unpleasant and she had fought against him with every ounce of tiger-like energy, she couldn't have removed Jay Steele from her butt hole. He was reaming her butt hole, stretching out the the reluctant sphincter so his cock didn't rip her in two when he penetrated. His mind was set on fucking from the rear; he was determined to do it and there was no turning back now. There was some vaseline on the table nearby and switching finger for tongue, he reached up and grabbed the bottle. Jackie nudged him with her hips. She seemed to be enjoying him up her butt. Her ass cheeks wiggled against his fingers and started a good fuck rhythm going. She was nothing if not talented.
He took a glob of the stuff and worked it into h hole. "You like this?" he asked, working her into loose, easy state. "You think a little cock up your rectum would make a nice gift from lover boy?"
Jackie did not answer at first. The pounding sensations in her cunt had sprung up mysteriously in her ass-hole. It would be novel all right. She had never felt a virile cock wedged up her butt. Sh wondered what it would be like hugging his dick with her ass cheeks. Well, she would find out soon enough. He was nearly finished creaming her bum hole and seemed ready for the big test.
"Please, don't hurt me," she said. Jay Steele' hands pressed firmly down on her butt cheeks. H rubbed them together, then stuck his fingers in the ravine and parted them like giant unbaked bread loaves. Her pink hole was still gyrating and he could hear squishy sounds from the vaseline. Positioning his hard cock, Jay was ready.
His brow wrinkled and his eyes closed to narrow slit. It would be a tight fit, and there would be a lo of pain connected to all that joy. His cock he leaped about within her ravine and the sensation was driving him wild. His balls filled with sperm juice, waiting for the exact moment when he could dump his load into her channel.
There was no twinge of morbid shame or self-doubt. No last minute about regrets that he was dominating her in such a carnal way. His cock pipe begged him to get on with it. The conical prick face sent back a throbbing message of delight to the inflated scrotum. His nerves were stretched with unbearable tension. The aroma wafted to his nostrils a pleasant reminder that Jackie was ready. And all too willing! She reeked the hot, fetid smell of sexual passion. This was not warmed-over sex; it was the main course. And Jay had a terrible appetite.
"In! Coming in!" It was a wild, frantic moment for Jay Steele. He shouted his warning and then waited. Jackie's pink hole clenched in nervous anticipation. He watched the pink eye, bearable able to contain his excitement. It seemed several moments before the pink hole gently relaxed as Jackie's nervous system shouted "false alarm" to her over-worked muscles. Slowly the delicate muscle uncoiled into the soft, putty like hole he had been reaming out. A whiff of ass odor followed the release of tension and when the tight lips of her ass bung had finally flatten out, he struck. He sent his hips plunging against her ass cheeks with a resounding slap of flesh. His cock followed his perfect aim and attack the pink eye. He felt Jackie's whole body convulse as the pecker head popped through the heavy layers of spit and grease. Her hips bucked under him as her surprised ass-hole fought against further penetration. The sphincter closed down hard against his sex stem, and he felt a shudder of joy rush through his sweat dripping body.
"In! I'm coming in you all the way."
Jackie started shaking. She also was screaming, partly because his cock hurt and partly because the shaft felt so good inside her butt.
"YEOWWWWW! Noooooo! Pleaseee no more!" His magic want was plugging her nicely. She experienced the full weight of his pumping hips against her ass cheeks. He was driving hard, fighting for more and more of her ass channel. Her sphincter gripped him like a vise and every jolt of cock sent another rush of pain screaming through her nervous system.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!! ! ! " She gripped the table with her nails and dug in. Jay was lying on her back, his crotch resting easily on her parted ass cheeks while he pumped her hole. It was impossible to make him pull out now. And she didn't want him to! Because beyond her tightness and the excruciating pain that went with it lay the secret world of pleasure. She had experienced once before when Uncle Ralph had stolen her cherry and she was feeling it now as Jay rammed her ass-hole. He was going deeper into her, pounding his way past her useless defenses as his cock found the deepest recesses of her hole.
"Get it all in," she whimpered. His prick was halfway up her guts and still he kept going, lunging more and more cock meat into the dilated hole.
"Oh, that's good," cried Jackie. "Oh, wonderful. I'm sucking you in me. It's in! It's going in all the way!"
And much to his amazement, she was telling the truth. His cock long-stroked her hole with passionate ease. It was made possible by her greasy layer of lubricant surrounding his tool and by the nice, pumping strokes of Jackie's hips. Her smooth, undulating movements sucked his dick inside her warm butt muscles. The soft warmth of her hole went an electric shock up his cock shaft.
"Keep it up, baby!! ! Keep fucking me and I've got a nice surprise waiting for you," he screamed. And it was a gift all right. He had enough hot, boiling come seed to fill her ass channel all the way to her stomach!
Jackie could hardly believe the wild exciting sensation going on in her lower abdomen. She felt every inch of Jay's skin as it reamed her hole. Finally, her sphincter opened up to him and his cock piece slipped in and out of her with only the occasional sound of grease popping inside. Her cunt was oozing all over the table and sweat poured out of her pores. She was literally drowning in her passion liquids.
She had dreamed of intense excitement. And now she was discovering the joy of having her dream finally come true in real life. As the male object floated in and out of her opening and the liquids gushed out of her, a strange, wonderful thing happened. A hot spasm of excitement roared through her loins. It felt like a slow burning torch deep inside her channel, an unquenchable fire long over due. She bucked her hips so they formed a V shape in the air. Jay followed her example and clung to her butt, grabbing her thighs and pushing his cock in all the harder.
"Ohhhhhh! Jesus, I think I'm thereeeee!! " Her guts shrank down around his sex pole and he recoiled into wonderful spasm of joy.
"WHAAAAAAAA!! ! ! " She was there all right. Her body had been abused and deceived and penetrated and enslaved by Jay Steele's indomitable cock. But there was no stopping her orgasm. It rippled through the turgid mess in her ass-hole and along the rim of her wetting cunt and even appeared at the ends of her red nipples. It was like being plugged into an electric socket and absorbing the current as it jolted the nervous system.
A woman's orgasm does curious things to a man's body. In Jay's case, he became so excited that he almost threw up. The come surged up from his nuts as if her pumping hips controlled his cock. He had only a few quick seconds and he made the most of that time.
"Wait, baby! Oh, it's so thick and creamy, you'll want to have seconds," He gunned her hole with a flurry of rabbit punches, jerking and cavorting around her rear slamming his grease coated dick home into her ass slot.
Her bung was soft as a Georgia peach and her juice was thick and sweet He fucked Jackie until the terrible pain welled up in his cock head. In a final lunge he buried his shaft deep into her hole, and breathed a sigh of relief as he pumped her hole full of sex semen. Spurt after wonderful spurt filled her channel. Jackie felt his fluid churning inside her butt. It was gooey as maple syrup and twice as thick; she received him and enjoyed him as her flesh thundered into one orgasm after another.
"Yaaaaa, goodness gracious," she cried. "Keep fucking cowboy! That's just the way it should be."
Outside the screen, Jennie watched the culmination of her sister's lovemaking without saying a word. Her cunny dripped openly from her masturbation, but once the fucking had begun, she had just watched impassively. A tear now and then clouded her eyes, but she said nothing. Not when his cock rammed her hole, not when they climaxed together in obvious joy. Not even afterward, when he pulled his limp cock from her ass-hole and had Jackie lick his tool clean.
Throughout, she remained an impassive viewer. Only when she tried walking back to the cabin did she feel the after shocks. Her head spun crazily and suddenly she stumbled into the woods. Her stomach churned and she found herself puking her guts out in the silent forest. And even then, Jennie said nothing. She pulled herself up and headed for the cabin a plan already forming in her vengeful little mind.
CHAPTER NINE
He was a bitter man, an angry man; a threat to society, himself and most directly to his two cousins Jackie and Jennie. Nothing had prepared him for the terrible loneliness of city life. After leaving his tiny farm, Ralph had turned to the city in his search for his two cousins. He had some money, not a great deal, but Ralph didn't need much to subsist on. A flea bag hotel became his home, and the nearby Rescue Mission afforded him meals. And even sex was provided at the hotel and he was proud that he did not have to pay for it.
It was a hooker flop house to which the girls brought their tricks. Run strictly on the cheap, with no guards and protection, it was a natural for a bust. Ralph made a deal with the owner: give him a pick of the crowd and he'd take care of any trouble that stopped by.
So with his needs taken care of, Ralph went on the streets looking for his two cousins. It wasn't easy. He didn't have the first notion where the two sisters might be. But he wasn't dumb. The summer was in full bloom, they weren't at home and they both needed money to live on. Ralph had checked with the local hospital, nursing homes, medical center, research centers, University medical schools and local pharmacies. The people he talked to were polite (except a nasty orderly at Mercy hospital who suffered a broken collar bone because of his surliness), but they had not seen his cousin.
The next step was to check out local massage parlors, brothels, fast food chains and short order restaurants. He was halfway through the yellow pages when he got his first clue. It came in the form of a semi-nude girl screaming down the hall. She was followed in quick succession by four grimy, foul-talking young men.
Ralph dropped the phone receiver and stumbled off after the crowd. He turned a corner just in time to see the pursuers duck into the girl's room. Quickly he followed after first taking down a metal fire extinguisher from the wall. Approaching the girl's locked door, he could hear them still going strong. Now, a fire extinguisher was not much of a weapon, but it worked well for battering down locked hotel doors. He caught one youth squarely across the chops with the metal end, and as he fell screaming to the floor, Ralph was already spinning and swinging. He caught a second youth on the shoulders. A rising leg kick caught him squarely in the crotch. He crumbled next to his friend. Two other terrified lads took the signal and ran from the room before Ralph got nasty. Which left only the one boy on the bed. He was the last and most vulnerable. His erect penis thrust from his naked loins, only inches from the moist target of the girl's willing mouth. If the situation had been slightly different, Ralph would have cut out right then and let the sultry little blonde get on with her blow job. But he was mad, raging mad. He dragged the youth from the room, pants down, kicking him as they headed towards the stairs.
"What a way to end a vacation," the boy said dejectedly. "I get fired from a boys camp and then get bounced from a good piece of ass. It's just not my day."
"And understatement if I ever hear one," muttered Ralph. The elevator opened and he lofted the youth into the crowded car. Ralph watched with no trace of humor on his face as the doors closed quietly. "Sorry about my exposed cock ladies and gentlemen," the boy was saying.
When he returned to the room, the girl was still recovering from shock. She was sprawled on the unmade bed, her breasts exposed through the peek-a-boo blouse and her slinky dress hanging around her skinny knees. Ralph looked at the perfect "O" of her mouth, marveling at her thick, red lips and clean sparkling teeth. She was a piece of ass all right, with a sexy mouth that made his cock hard just to look at.
It would be child's play to force himself on the girl. Just recovering from a traumatic experience, she was in no condition to defend herself. But Ralph did not enjoy raping girls unless he had drunk too much or if they wouldn't put out. He liked giving them a chance before pouncing.
"Did you know those goons," he asked trying to make conversation.
"Yeah, the one you kicked in the nuts was my brother," she answered. The girl watched his eyebrows shoot up and the cheery smile dip into a frown. "Naw, it wasn't what you think. He was just going to watch, honest."
For several minutes they bantered back and forth. It was pointless conversation that was getting Ralph nowhere as far as sex was concerned. He really dug her mouth. The lips puckered when she talked; it was almost like an invitation to stick his wand down her throat and pump her throat full of juice.
"He worked in a summer camp up North," she said. "In a kitchen. Got thrown out for screwing one of the campers."
"Jesus, that's sick all right," Ralph said. "Probably deserved getting the boot."
"Yeah, the nurse caught them," she laughed. "It was her sister in fact. I guess they were getting it on in the hospital or infirmary, whatever you call it."
The word nurse struck a bell. Could it be that he had inadvertently discovered his sister's whereabouts in this floozy's bedroom. He hated to estimate the chances of such an occurrence without the help of a computer, but the odds must be phenomenal. He turned the thought over in his mind and found it very appealing. Jackie hated city life; she really pined for the beauties of the great outdoors..
Lost in thought, an unusual experience for Ralph Anderson, he forgot about the girl.
"Hey buddy!" she shouted.
He turned to see her smiling face. Young and bright she was, with plump cheeks and a slim waist. Her breasts hung like ripe fruit; two symmetrical globes with ruby red nipples capping them off.
"Thanks for saving me from those guys," she squirmed her legs out so her torso was supported by her hands.
Ralph moved toward her unsteadily. "Sure, that's okay, anytime," he said, still thinking of his cousins hiding somewhere up at a summer camp. He was thinking about Jennie, wondering how she would feel again between his legs when he found himself staring straight into the open face of the young hotel trollop.
"Glad I could help," he muttered, his mind working slowly, and then he was on her. His mouth swooped down on her breasts and his hand ripped at her crotch. In a few seconds he had turned from a glacier into a volcano of smoldering sex.
At least the girl thought so. She wanted to be fucked. She needed it. That was all that mattered to her. And she eagerly accepted the coarse brutal caresses of the rumpled, unshaven man before her.
There was a tearing of old clothing, and a gasp here and there followed quickly by a squeaking of bed springs as Ralph plunged his cock into the soft cunt dough of her sex loaf
"Ohhhhh, mister," she said. "You really know how to treat a girl."
If he was stimulating her it was purely accidental. Ralph was too busy fulfilling his own sexual needs. His cock went in and out of her sucking hole like a greased pole. It didn't seem to matter that he had not sucked her cunt lips first, or toyed with her ass cheeks or even kissed her cherry red nipples. He had gone from talking to fucking with no build up in between. And that was okay with the little hooker.
She was used to unusual sex and if he dug going straight for the goodies that was all right with her. Cause his cock was rooting around her hole with skill and assuredness. This old ass really knew how to make a girl happy.
"Give it to me," she cried. "All of it. Oh, I really love the feeling of your hot pecker inside me. Jesus, I go through the roof."
She tightened her grip around his waist and squeezed desperately against him, pulling his pecker deeper and tighter into her, holding him so that not a twitch of his powerful hips was lost.
The girl's quim was on fire. His cock filled her to the brim and as he assaulted her parted cunt lips with long lascivious thrusts, she started to scream.
"I'm begging, stranger. Do it! God, give it to me. Make my pussy come alive! Yesss! Really alive!! "
Ralph was giving the usual fuck job without much thinking about the girl's pleasure. She was wiggling all over him and her nails were gouging red tracks along his back. Her pumping hips and cries for satisfaction fell on his deaf ears. He was thinking about another girl, and another place. Then suddenly his nut pouch puffed up with semen, as his cock, egged on by the memory of past exploits, turned him into a fucking machine.
"You want bad!" he said, jacking her hips off the bed. "Then go for it. Really fuck your brains out!"
His pecker sandpapered the smooth walls of her cunny. Her butt cheeks bounced against the bed from the force of his thrusts. She felt him, bouncing, and throwing and heaving every atom of his being into her wetting snatch. She had been fucked hard and thoroughly before, but this country yokel was really sluicing her trough. His cock ripped and butchered her resistance and then he jackknifed up high and slammed his cock down hard from above.
"Comming AhhhhhhH Take it cunt!" His juice exploded into her battered crack filling her satiated body with wonderful spurts of cock cream.
She groaned in ecstasy as he unleashed his load. She felt his wonderful warmth all the way to the back of her ass and up her spine. His come sent shivers racing through every nerve in her body. She hurt in places that she didn't know existed.
"Holy smoke, stranger," she gasped. "That was some work out. I never thought you'd get off and that's the truth."
Ralph had not been sure until the last instant. He was preoccupied with the whereabouts of his two cousins. At least he was fairly certain the two girls were his cousins. The summer was nearly half over; undoubtedly they would still be there. Already his mind was working out the details of their reunion. Things had to be said, apologies given: he was certain exactly what would happen.
"Hey, mister, you need company?" the young hooker asked. She was still on the bed, her breast flushed from her orgasm. A widening dark stain darkened her dress. She looked abused, humiliated and-wildly satisfied.
"Hey look at my pussy," she said.
"I already did," he answered, "and it was a lovely thing if I must say so."
"Yeah, well not all of you seems convinced."
And the worthless little trollop was right. His cock was fully erect only minutes after dowsing the hussy with his sperm. "Jesus," she said meekly. Then bending down to her, Ralph planted a wet kiss on her lips that sent shivers running up and down her spine.
The little hooker had never met a man so overtly sexual before. He was a dream come true, a powerfully built stud who could keep her pussy warm and active all through the night. Three years on the street had failed to produce such a stud; now that she had one, it seemed pointless to let him out of her life so quickly.
"Maybe, you want something from little ol' Trixie," she said. She wiggled seductively, pumping her hips and giving Ralph an excellent shot at her wet beaver.
"He's wet and stinky, but he can be lots of fun," she giggled.
Ralph moved slowly over to her. His balls were drained, but he had other ideas.
"okay, Miss Cunthole, you've convinced me," he said. It was hard to get his mind off her fantastic little crotch. Her soft pussy seemed to wink back at him, like a mischievous little animal trapped between her legs.
He rolled onto her chest and sank down so his cock nestled between her thighs. He could feel his cold sperm congealing around her pussy mouth along with generous portions of cunt grease.
"You want seconds?" he asked her.
"Especially seconds," she said. "Maybe thirds if you feel man enough."
There are lots of things that upset teenage girls, but sex is rarely one of them. Girls like this, thought Ralph, loved using it while they still have it. Trixie was a complicated girl with a sordid history he didn't want to hear about. So to keep things mellow and to satisfy a sexual kink ke'd long nutured, Ralph plugged the girl's hole once more.
Once again, her cunt heated up as his dick pounded away. She really loved his cock and he felt the soft sleeve of her twat sucking on his shaft with glorious delight. For several moments the only sounds were those coming from the in and out motion of his cock.
Then Trixie began her climax. Her womanly scent filled the room and her flesh became unbearably hot. She humped and thrust against his shaft. She groaned and begged for the force of his penis slamming against her hole. Her drenched pubic hair made squishing noises when he fucked her.
All of this, done with passionate conviction that she, Trixie might rejuvenate the rogue stud and make his erection again bloom like a Springtime flower.
And she was right-though she hardly expected him to keep jamming her pussy until shock waves reverberated through her channel. Nor did she expect for him to keep hammering away at her slit until long after her orgasm, screaming obscenities and curses in his ears.
"Here it is, just what you wanted," he yelled. He whipped his dick from her hole and let fly: a long stream of hot, yellow urine splashed down her body.
The girl was speechless; she didn't know what to say as the pee splashed her breasts and waist. It was beyond her comprehension that a man was capable of such a thing. But Ralph only kept going, his cock drenching her young cunt and the rest of her body with yellow fluid. He traced a design on her white flesh and when his bladder was finally empty she was soaked from head to foot.
"How was that for something really different?" he said.
CHAPTER TEN
He didn't think the chief was lying. There was no reason to. There are good jobs and lousy jobs in a kitchen and the one you get assigned depended on your rapport with the chief and how badly he needed your services. On a one-to-ten scale the galley slaves-the poor bastards who clean the pots and scoured the floors-were at the bottom. They were paid next to nothing and came and went during the summer with the punctuality of a quartz crystal watch.
Because they were dispensable and easily replaced, the four, rough looking lads with the Latin accents had no reason to lie about the young "puta" who liked having a go with the boys. Maybe an exaggeration, thought Jay, as he walked by from the kitchen, but not a lie. The chief had fired the boys for spending too much time away from their duties.
After giving them the ax, they told him the reason for their lateness.
Jay dragged a cigarette from his pack and flamed it with his lighter. The "puta" had been fucking all of them. When pressed for details they described her: short, plump, breasts and hips just begging to take shape. She was young, they said, but she knew what to do. And not just one at a time, which perhaps their feeble minds could understand. Not this girl, this "loco" wanted all or nothing. She would fuck one now and then later fuck another one. All the boys had to be in the same room, stripped and ready to go. The chief fired them all, but he was more than a bit reluctant. "It is not their fault," he said with a sigh. "It was like this little whore wanted to get caught. Four men at a time." He raised his arms in a gesture of despair. "What has happened to today's youth," he wailed in a mocking voice. "You know, it is almost like she wanted to get caught. An affair is one thing, but when you start gang banging the galley slaves ... well, that's the best way in the world to start rumors going around. Everybody wants a piece of the action."
Jay was tempted to ask if everybody included the chief, but decided against it.
"Yeah, and Rico, the oldest boy, says this girl even has a name," continued the fat chief, "Jennie.
Imagine that will you. Fucking little cunt is just asking for it."
Giving out her name was icing on the cake. It was still early in the afternoon. The morning activity classes were finished and the camp grounds were still while the kids dozed through their enforced one hour nap. He walked down the pathway to the pier where the sailboat was anchored. It was important that he have a talk with Jennie immediately. If the rumors had reached the headmaster there wasn't much he could do. She would be bounced faster than a tennis ball off a Jimmy Connor's backhand. Camp Mohawk was short on everything from campers to money. But the one thing it didn't need was a scandal. So unless he did something quick, the girl would be forced out. And then her sister would follow.
Thinking of Jackie set off a nerve somewhere in the back of his brain. His cock stiffened in his tennis shorts. Christ what that girl could do for a man, he thought. Since breaking in her ass hole, she had turned animal on him. No wham-bam-thank-you, ma'am. Jackie felt unsatisfied unless she stretched out their sexing to several orgasms.
The girl was a real hellcat all right, and she had serviced his cock in so many glorious, exciting ways, that to break off their relationship now .brought tears to his eyes. Without her he'd go stark raving crazy in this backwash camp ground.
The bugle sounded over the public address system as he rounded the craft center building and trudged the few remaining yards down to the lake. He was supposed to take the 18-footer, catamaran out for a shake down sail in preparation for the upcoming races.
Normally, he made these cruises along, but when he got down to the pier he decided to take company along. A camper was sitting down on the pier waiting for him.
"Hi, Jay," said Jennie. She wore cut off Levi's and a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt.
"Going for a sail?" she asked. "Mind if I come along."
Jay decided to break the vow he had made to himself never to take passengers along when testing the sailboat. But this time he did.
"Sure," he said. "But you'll have to be very still and do exactly what I tell you."
Jennie hopped aboard while Jay made all the final preparations for the outing. A stiff wind blew from the North and there was no trouble tacking out to the far rim of the lake. The bow churned through the water and w thin several minutes, the boat was around the bend and out of sight from the camp grounds.
Jay for a moment lost himself in the maneuverings of the ship. He held the sheet line steady while leaning hard on the gunnels so his weight would offset the wind's strength. The mast groaned under the tension, but the wire stanchions held firm and after several "come abouts" Jay was satisfied with the boat's performance.
He turned to the young sister of the woman he loved so deeply and told her about all the nasty rumors he'd heard coming out of the kitchen.
"That doesn't sound like you," Jay said, knowing full well that actually it sounded very much like her. "You're still a young girl growing up and ... well, sometimes things can happen."
"I've been a bad girl," she said in a small voice.
Jay smiled. She was responding to him, which meant there was a chance. He looked straight ahead into the graceful curve of the white sail. "I know you are very mature for your age, Jennie. But you must start acting like the other girls and enjoy camp and not get hung up fucking the counselors, or the kitchen help."
Christ, what a way to instill a moral code in a girl, he thought. Telling her not to fuck all the horny studs, Jesus, there must be a better way of telling her.
"They promised not to tell," she explained. "We used to sneak into the bakery room and I'd get up on the table and drop my pants and they'd line up and ... "
"Stop talking that way," he snapped. The pulleys whined and the mainline almost came out of his grasp. "You have a dirty mouth for a girl so young."
"Fuck you," she retorted. Tm just explaining how I fucked all these greasers and you won't listen. Well maybe this will bring you around."
Jennie made her move. The boat was hiked way over on its side, riding an even, steady wind and Jay was stretched out along the gunnels holding tight to the main mast line. He would have to ride the wind out or let loose of the line, a move which could snap the boom mast and ruin the boat. She pulled at the front of his pants, grabbing greedily for his cock.
"Jennie!"
There was an odd mixture of fear and surprise in his voice, but she paid no attention as the material came unfastened in her hands and his cock was exposed.
His penis looked like a great hairy eel sleeping on his crotch. But Jennie knew how to make his mammoth glans come alive. She grabbed the shaft and tickled the baggy skin that ran from the wrinkled nut sack to the ugly cock face. She felt his excited blood being pumped through the his veins and she jerked the fast hardening shaft as it grew out slowly from the center of his crotch.
"Don't do it-Jennie!! " he screamed.
But she did. Flogging his dick until it was nice and hard, Jennie slipped her lips over the wedge-shaped face. Her heart pounded as if she had run a mile. The excitement showed in the girl's rosy cheeks and in her trembling lips. She continued this way for several seconds, rubbing and licking his tool. "See how big and hard you are, Jay," she shouted. "I can make you just as firm and big as my sister can." Eagerly she raked her teeth along the silky sskin and rubbed his giant balls between her fingers.
Jennie was happy as she could be. She had his glans in her mouth and her fingers around his precious nuts and the smell of sex was all around her.
He lay back literally helpless to stop her from jerking his cock. One false move and the whole boat went over and Jennie knew this. She also knew that the heat rash spreading across her clam shaped cunt was no accident. Un-like those galley slaves, whose ugly, half erect dicks had done little to stimulate her sex, Jay's cock was big and ready.
Tm going to eat you, Jay," she announced, waving his male club up at him. Thick, hard cock. Yumm-mm!"
Jay was startled by the girl's recklessness. He was also wildly happy with the way her tongue darted in and out, lapping up his cock's juiciness. She covered him with spit and sucked on the wedged shaped prick face and yanked on his nuts until there was little he could do but obey his body's normal responses.
"You naughty devil," he said. "Here's just what the doctor ordered."
A thin stream of semen spurted out his cock and into the girl's lapping mouth. She grinned with delight as her lips snuggled against his prick and sucked out his juice. His sperm stream was thick as mushroom soup and she found herself gulping the fluid down as it rapidly filled her face.
"Wow! You're a hot little devil," he snickered. The wind died down and he pulled in the sheet line. He was standing inside the tiny cock pit, his dripping dick hanging down to the floor. Jennie watched his reaction. On her cheeks were streaks of his seed and absently she whipped it off with the back of her hand.
"You planned this out, didn't you, Jennie?" he said. The little girl nodded in reply and he was tempted to backhand her across the mouth.
What have you done! He was raging mad inside, not to mention just a little scared. She was young enough to get him in real trouble. If the authorities got wind of this, he might go to jail. Your ass would really be in a sling then! all because he wanted to straighten the little bitch out so she could stay in camp and he could continue his suck-fucking games with her older sister.
His eyes hardened into narrow slits. His brow furrowed with even concentration and his lips pursed. It was a look designed to strike fear in the observer, an expression of cold, calculating menace which stated: Tm one mean son-of-a-bitch." He had practiced the hard stare in the mirror and worked it into a useful social tool. He had won fights with the stare, forcing men bigger and stronger than he was to back down. It gave Jay a decisive edge over others. Jay focused on the little girl in front of him.
"Quit making faces," she said. "You don't scare me a bit. I know very well what you and sis are doing in the infirmary because I watched you."
Jay felt a queasy sensation in his abdomen as if his guts had been flushed out his ass-hole.
"You get around," he said weakly. "W-what exactly did you see."
"What are these Mickey Mouse games," she snapped. "I didn't come out here to flirt around. I got on this boat to ... ."
Jay groaned realizing the mistake he had made.
Any girl willing to fuck four greasers from the back kitchen was no child. She might be crazy, or psychotic or something other than normal, but she was an adult.
Jennie was barely fourteen, but she had the craving desires and the determination and drive of her sister. He had brought her out on the boat thinking it would be a good way to drive some sense into her crazy, mixed up head and instead she was the one making the moves and calling the shots.
"We'll cut the bullshit," he said, desperately trying to regain his composure. "What is it that you want from me?"
Jennie felt the hot glow of success. He was dealing on her terms now; she had brought him down to her level. She grinned wickedly as he tried regaining his lost confidence. Men, she thought, they're all the same. She pranced forward and before his startled eyes produced a tiny bottle of vaseline from her pocket.
"I want everything you gave to sis," she said. "And I mean everything."
Then she unzipped her shorts and let them fall down to the deck.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The sailboat bobbed in the water, tiny rippling waves sent out from passing speed boats turning the craft in a slow circle. The wooden mast stood forlornly while the milky white nylon sail looped over the boom. It was calm on the lake. But inside the boat it was anything but still.
WHAAAAAA!! ! ! ! !
It felt like an oar being wedged up her ass-hole. Actually it was only Jay's big finger. He was slipping in and out of her crack, loosening up her bunghole.
I wonder if this is more than lean handle. It sure isn't the same as my cunt. It's supposed to feel good, but how could Jackie take so much cock up her butt. She must have a hole the size of a donut-I just hope mine is that size.
"Steady kid." There was going to be no popping into Jennie's butt That Jay was positive of. She had the tightest nut he'd ever experienced. Christ, I've almost forgotten how tight little girls are, he thought, while greasing her hole. Her pink shit hole was crimped together tighter than a cap on a Pepsi bottle. Frankly, he was worried about doing serious damage to her. Maybe it would be better if he just fucked her cunt and let it go at that.
But pain can have its own rewards. Bent over the aft seat, her shorts pulled down around her ankles, Jennie felt excited. She clenched her hands then squeezed her knees together. Suddenly his finger darted into her hold. She shivered with joy and slumped forward so her butt cheeks rose up towards the sky. The finger stirred in her ass channel and she felt like she was sitting on a great big baton with the end jammed up her ass hole.
While all this was going on, her cunt was doing wonderful things. Her bowels grumbled and then her pussy lips contracted. The finger reaming her anal canal was exciting her cunt! The fresh, moist droppings of lubricant seeped into the Afro thatch of crotch hair. She loved the close, musky smell of her womb and even out in the middle of a crystal clear lake, she could smell her odor.
And so could Jay. "Hmmmm! Just priming yourself," he giggled. "That's your body telling you something good is happening."
She was not doubting him for a minute. Not after wave after wave of pleasure streaked through her loins. A fever raced through her legs, and cool breeze or not, she couldn't stop the fires from consuming her loins.
"Hurry! Can't you work faster!" she cried. "I'm so fucking hot for your cock I don't know what to do."
"Just be patient," he commanded. "Her butt is still tight little nut. You wouldn't want me to split your ass open like a melon would you?"
"No! Just--Do something!" Jennie was used to getting her own way. It didn't matter that Jay was looking out after her best interests by applying gobs of the greasy vaseline to her rectum walls. Every cell in her body trembled with expectation. Her glans were tight and titillated: sweat and various body fluids poured from her holes in endless streams.
It was naughty what she was doing. But it was equally bad for her sister to get ass fucked. And she could not forget the scream of frantic joy and the tears of happiness that Jay's cock had given Jackie. She only had to remember how his cock had raised her hips off the ground, and made her butt cheeks wiggle like they were split peaches as he jammed her hole.
"Faster! Work your fingers faster, Jay!"
So it was naughty ... .and it was nice too! She had grown tired of the greasers and their romping and foolish pranks. Not one of them had a cock equal to Jay's. And certainly their prudish ideas on sex could not match Jay's inventiveness.
"okay, this might sting a little," said Jay. He put two fingers together and worming them around the sphincter muscle until they softened the clam shaped opening, he rammed them up her butt.
"OUCH!" He exploded in her rear. She screamed as he rooted around inside her. It felt like a hot poker jammed up her intestinal tract. But that was okay, because the pain went away up her intestinal tract. But that was okay, because the pain went away and was replaced by a pleasing warmth that flashed to the very top of her head. His fingers stayed in her a good five minutes. She humped her butt cheeks against the intruders, and gradually learned how to ass fuck a cock.
"Boy, this is strange," she admitted," it's like everything is reversed and my hips are going back when normally they would go forward."
"Thaf s it kid," he instructed. "No matter what, just keep a nice even rhythm and I'll do the rest." He pulled his fingers out of her gooey ass-hole and put them up to her nose.
"Lick these off," he instructed. "It's part of the fun."
Jennie quickly cleaned his fingers off and positioned herself on the seat. Her shoulders slumped forward down to the floor boards, and her ass cheeks were elevated above the gunnels, so her pink hole was pointed skyward.
Jay was sweating. Quickly he looked around, but only bright blue water met his gaze. Off in the distance were a few boats, but nothing serious.
"Get it in me!" screamed Jennie, rotating her butt cheeks. "I'm so excited I could pee!"
"Well, nothing wrong with that," he laughed. Then to his dismay he heard the trickle of her bodily water run down her legs and into the boat cockpit. Jesus, this girl really has some weird ideas about sex. For one hot instant he held the fanciful notion of driving his dick into her shit hole and then pissing up her canal. But this revolted even him. He tossed the idea off and concentrated on the parted butt cheeks that reared up before him. Only a few moments before he had been thinking how awful it was to going to be. Now he looked forward to fucking the girl. His balls were pounding away and his heart was going a mile a minute. His fingers closed around her cheeks, palms sliding down her deep ravine, then spreading them apart like two giant hams.
Her sphincter muscle winked back at him. Dread filled his conscious mind. A deep uneasiness pervaded him along with a tremendous desire to drill her hole.
"okay, darling," he cautioned. The grease was smeared everywhere and the sun reflected off the slick sheen. He raised his pecker and rested it between her butt cheeks. The blood was throbbing in the shaft, making the wedge shaped tip flicker about
"Come on. Get it in, I want it in, stick right up, all the way," screamed Jennie. His balls responded to her urgency. They were hurting inside his sack in the most painful way. What he was about to do seemed beyond sex; it had transcended bodily satisfaction, Now his mind, his whole identity was fastened to the sexual act; he had to succeed or feel his ego dry up and blow away with the dust.
"COMING IN!" His cock blurred as his hips jammed the shaft home. His aim was true and good, hitting the pink button dead center and a warm glow of relief passed through his mind as the muscle popped open and the thick shaft was sucked inside.
"Ohmigod!" Her ass reared up a good two feet off the seat then slammed down again as the cock funneled into her. She felt the cock stiffen and twitch inside. It swelled until she thought he might burst her rectum. "Oh, oh, oh!" she wailed in strident rhythm. She ground against him; his tool sunk all the way inside, pumping her tight channel full of goodness before, pulling out and away.
"OOOOOOOOOOO!!" She could feel the suction of his retreat in the roof of her mouth. Then, just as she was reviving herself, Jay came down on her butt again. The thick pole reamed her sphincter cleanly, going to the very depths of her soul.
"That's good fucking!" he exclaimed. She was hot as a firecracker and her virgin flesh made his balls throb with desire. Again and again he drove the thunder stick in, until the channel was really loose and juicy and he no longer feared splitting her hole.
I'm doing it. Look at that. I'm taking him inside and turning my ass-hole into a red hot furnace! The hot sun was shining down on them, casting a warm glow as Jay's ass cheeks slapped against Jennie's rump.
She had no idea how long they fucked each other. It might have deen just a few minutes or hours. But Jay was doing a fine job tooling her hole. The greased was holding up and the hot passion was wringing her dry of emotion.
"Faster. Faster! FASTER" Jennie was rudely awakened from her daydream by the sound of Jay's voice. Suddenly her hole was very much alive with the plunging strokes of his cock. He was going in and out like a jackhammer. And was she ever digging it!
"That's good! Fucking wonderful!! " she stammered as he rammed her hole. She felt faint from ecstasy. It was like a shower of sparks going off in her chasm. His cock was draining her of every wonderful drop. And how she did love it!
"Ohhhhhh!! ! ! ! Hurrrry! Dear God hurry up and come!! " Jennie was aware of different sounds surrounding the boat, but her prime concern was the awful stick stuck in her ass-hole. She paid no attention to the noise.
What mattered was his sperm. His glorious scalding jizz milk that would stick to her channel and warm her up for hours on end.
"Come!! Come!! Come!!" She was hunching his cock madly, feeling his balls banging against her ass cheeks and the thump of prick meat driving home. It was all too lush and too rich and too sensuous for anyone to take for long. And just as the hip pounding became ass slamming, a pause developed; the two lovers slumped together in a mutual embrace and the overheated cock delivered his sweet music up her rectum.
"YEOOOOWWWWW!!" screamed Jennie. She hunched her butt straight up in the air and let him gunned her hole from above. Thick gobs of semen shot down her channel. Her sphincter clutched his tool as his balls drained into her. Her channel was like a giant toaster heating up his cock for breakfast. Her flesh pressed against his tool and caught every last drop of his ejaculation. Then they crumpled forward like two exhausted children, his pecker still neatly wrapped in her butt.
"Wowwwww!! " she exclaimed. Not able to look behind her she tried to imagine what Jay looked like. She could see his haggard face and ice blue eyes showing the strain of climaxing in her torrid young body. It was not every fourteen year-old that could move as well as she did. She could still feel his dick leaking into her hole. How much sperm was trapped inside was anybody's guess, but she loved every last drop.
"Oh shit," said Jay dejectedly. This is the end of Jay Steele."
Jennie was confused. What was he talking about. Hadn't they both made glorious, passionate love right here in this boat. It took an instant for her to understand, to remember the noises she'd heard just before her orgasm. She grunted as Jay's fast deflating cock jerked out of her rectum. Unsteady and still breathing hard from her climax she slowly raised her tortured body up off the seat.
Jackie sat in a speed boat not ten inches away staring at them both.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ralph was dead tired. After three days of feeding dimes into the pay telephone, he got the answer he'd been so desperately seeking. The director of an obscure coeducational camp called Camp Mohawk had hired a woman named Jackie Anderson.
"But so what?" implored the director. "Has she done something wrong? Has she run away from an institution for the criminally insane? Why do you want to know her whereabouts."
Ralph thought fast. He didn't want Jackie or Jennie to know he was coming to pay a visit? It had to be a big surprise. Which meant the doodle brain director had to be kept quiet.
"I can't tell you details," he snapped. "I work for the government. Top priority and it's important we talk to Miss Anderson and her sister ... the welfare of the country is at stake."
There was a long pause at the other end. "Just like Pearl Harbor, eh!. . . The fucking japs are coming back. Oh, I knew we should have greased those Nips when we had the chance."
Ralph didn't understand the man's rambling diatribe against the Japanese, but he's come across crazier, more mixed up people than this thin-voiced camp director. "I'll be there tomorrow," Ralph said, and hung up. It was a safe bet he wouldn't talk.
Which, then presented Ralph with another problem. Trixie! After knocking the greasers shitless and pissing on her, Trixie had become a real pain in the ass. She refused to leave him, even for a few minutes. As she told him once: "I think you're the greatest thing since sliced bread."
The girl was persistent. The brush off didn't work., He had beaten her and acted mean, but she was always there, tagging along. So reluctantly, having tried all else, he brought her along. She realized why he was tracking down his sisters and was well aware of the hot sexing he had in store for them when he got them cornered. It didn't seem to bother her.
"Just as long as we are together," she insisted. And for some crazy reason, he believed her.
They loaded their few possessions into her beat-up Dodge and by mid-afternoon were on their way North to the spring-fed lakes and the little backwash summer haven called Camp Mohawk.
Trixie was her usual, carefree self. The radio was going full blast and the battered canvas convertible was down. 'Too Goddamn confining," she complained. The sun was burning hot and Ralph was praying for a pit stop along the way for a diner or delicatessen to grab a few cold beers. "It's too hot for these," she complained, talking about her clothes. "I'm taking them off."
And right before her startled eyes, Trixie began undressing. "Be careful!" cautioned Ralph. "I don't need trouble with the cops."
If Trixie heard him, she wasn't listening. Her blouse was off and her globe-like breasts fully exposed. In the low slung convertible, very little was kept secret, and several cars nearly swerved off the road.
When she had loosened her pants, Ralph could not longer restrain himself. "Jesus, you really are uninhibited," he joked. But the coppery colored thatch of pubic hair was no laughing matter. Not to his cock, anyway, that was bunching up in his pants. Watching the little nymph bounce her tits around to the throbbing rhythm of rock and roll music stirred his passion. He wanted the tingling sensation of her uninhibited mouth sucking on his joy stick.
And Trixie was not against the idea. "Hey, that sounds like fun," she admitted, pulling down his fly. "I like sucking cocks."
His fly was down and his big banana was whipped out and stuck in Trixie's face in a flash. This is all right with me," he confided. Her lips were grooving on his cock tube. He wished he had a beer, but that was all right: the music was getting to him and Trixie lips kept the beat moving through his groin.
On the two lane highway going North, Ralph quickly found himself surrounded by jealous motorists.
"Share the wealth," argued a burly truck-driver.
"Hey, that's good cock sucking," added another. "What head! What class!"
Her lips pumped up and down his tool, jerking the flaccid skin to peak hardness.
"Don't stop now, Trixie," he urged. "This has been the best sucking in the whole world. I can't believe anything could feel this good." He tried helping her mouth along by bouncing his butt off the seat and driving his shaft further into her slick, throaty wetness.
"Hmmmmmmm!" Trixie didn't have "to be told what to do. Un-like most hookers, she enjoyed sucking. The feel of all that strong, pulsating manhood inside her mouth at one time sent her head spinning with delight. She licked and sucked and rubbed his tensed up balls until she had Ralph moaning, and humping out of control. She could string along a good suck job for what seemed hours, then bring her full heated passion down on his throbbing stick and make him jizz in seconds.
"You little cunt," said Ralph, "I do believe you're making it happen to me. Right now! Right this GODDAMN INSTANT!"
He rolled his hips off the seat and sprung his prick stem to the rear of her throat. The ache and terrible longing that preceded ejaculation paralyzed him. Then the rush of tranquility washed through his thundering nervous system as sperm spit from the tip of his cock cannon.
"Glug!" His seed spurted all over Trixie's surprised face. Then she was sucking hard as she brought her face all the way down to the shaft to suck his balls dry.
"Ohhhhhhh!" he groaned. The car was weaving all over the road, but the danger did not stop him from draining his balls into her throat. He groaned feeling the final lumpy nodes of hardened love juice pop into the girl's mouth. His balls sagged with relief and he retracted his joy stick from her sticky face.
Up ahead he spotted a roadside motel. The heat was beating down with maddening intensity. He was hot, and thirsty and exhausted and needed some sleep. He pulled off the road and drove up the gravel driveway to the entry way.
"What are we doing?" asked Trixie wiping her lips clean.
"I'm going to sleep a few hours," he admonished. "And Goddam it, put some clothes on. I don't want people thinking you a cheap, little floozy."
Trixie watched him storm into the front office. "Well, you can't fool all of the people all of the time," she answered. Then she turned her attention to her bounteous breasts which were turning Lobster red in the warm summer sun.
No! Heavens sake, Ralph don't lose your head completely! She was screaming for mercy, begging him for her life. He sneered down at the helpless woman. His cock knew the girl inside and out. He had probed her mouth, her cunt and her ass in ways she never thought possible. He had soaked her skin in his urine and drenched her mouth full of seed. She crawled along the floor in his masculine slime. He had reamed her of every last drop of life; she existed only in his memory, a thin shell of a person he once knew. Indifferent to her pleas of mercy, he aimed his rigid cock for one final blast. "At least you will go with a smile on your face wench," he said. "That is better than some haw gotten. "She looked up, the tears trickling down her face. She suddenly smiled. "Can't win 'um all can ya chief. Well, go ahead." His nuts groaned under his command, churning out the stuff of her destruction. He felt the pain at the end of his prick for only a brief second. Then the come shot out. It splashed on her face, then ran the length of her twisting torso. His cock cream came in a never ending supply. She gasped once, then again as the jizz filled her lungs, then she gagged, smiled quickly and expired. Drowned in semen. He looked at her said his goodbyes and put his cock back inside his pants. He then turned and walked off into the sunset.
Ralph woke up from his dream with a smile on his face. He stretched out his nude body on the clean sheets and looked over at Trixie; she was snoring like an old sow back on the farm, dead to the world.
A devilish idea ran through his mind. Trixie slept deeper than any person he'd knew. It might be possible, he thought. Even if it wasn't it was worth trying.
He rolled Trixie on her back and gently spread open her thighs. Even in her sleep, Trixie was wet.
He could smell her greasy hole as his finger parted her cunt lips and sneaked up inside her bubbling warmth.
"Oooooo!" she groaned. For an instant he feared she'd awakened, But she was dead to the world. Quickly he worked away on her cunt hole, reaming the soft tissues out with his firm index fingers and parting her hole. She heaved up and he watched with fascination as her stomach ballooned out, before exhaling the trapped air. As her body returned to its normal activity he pulled up his hips and slid his cock into her mushy cunt hole.
The shaft went in soft as silk. Her slippery wetness took his cock all the way to the center of her womb. His balls dangled against her red lined cunt lips. Only his cock and nut sack made direct contact with her. Ralph was engrossed in his little game.
HE WAS A FUCKING A GIRL DEAD ASLEEP.
What this stimulation did to her dream center was anybody's guess. He stroked her hole with cool precision. Even in her sleep, her cunt walls sucked at his dick. He fucked gently, moving up and down to the gentle rhythms of her hole.
Jesus, she's so soft and mois t! Never a rough fuck with this beauty. Her cunt was a dream come true and by moving down smoothly on her, he got every tasty drop of her lovely thighs.
"Wha-wha ... wonderful!" she mumbled between strokes. He placed his palm over her warm heart and felt the blood racing through her veins. Her mouth opened wide. Passion contorted her face as the stirring cock brought the sleeping girl into her first gentle climax.
"Oooooooo!! ! " No straining. Just the big, happy grin of a hot little teenager enjoying a man's cock. He gunned her ever so softly, so his surging penis would not wake sleeping beauty. He gave several good, hard strokes, then slipped in all the way and waited. Her sultry flesh wiggled against the forceful invader. Slow sets of waves rippled through the mouth of her cunt. Trixie was still asleep; yet, her cunt continued working even as she slept. Her slit held his dick firmly like a pair of lips nibbling on a fat Havana cigar. His balls revolted against the cause; they wanted satisfaction, while Ralph desired only to fulfill his curiosity. Could he fuck her all night this way? Was it possible for a girl to orgasm in her sleep? He watched her firm breasts shimmer in the weak light, and tried counting the goose bumps as they exploded across her skin. It was a sure sign that the girl's hormones were all in order. Her little prune shaped cunt was working overtime, and her tits and internal glans were so pumped full of excitement and come sauce that
Ralph thought she might explode.
He stroked her cunny once again only this time he increased the tempo of his penetrating thrusts. Her fiery loins churned his cock cream. He felt her come sauce lather his cock and wet his balls and then the clanging of their willing flesh united in an orgy of violent lovemaking.
"TRIXIE!" he shouted in her ear. "WAKE UP!"
The sexy girl with the dreamy blue eyes opened her eyes. Her stomach glistened with sweat, her thighs shook uncontrollably as they pumped up and down; her cunt lips were squeezing cock shaft; jolts of euphoria were zinging through her body. She took in the whole crazy scene of cock and cunt meshing together in glorious harmony. A smile broke out on her face and she had time for a few words before her guts twisted up and sent her abused flesh roaring through the spastic fits of her orgasm.
"Nice fucking," she said ... "Really good and ... YEOWWWWWH!" The high voltage energy of sex struck home. Her hips bucked off the bed as she received his organ. The slippery sucking lips of her cunt glued onto the trapped invader. Her abdomen convulsed as white hot flashes tumbled through her brain.
"Aaaaiiiieeee!! ! " Carnal images flickered on and off before her eyes, and her head lolled backwards, and her mind went crazy as the sausage shaped organ filled her belly with jizz.
"I've been saving this for a long time," he screamed at her. He pumped his penis and Trixie whooped with delight. "Feel my hot sauce up there. Good and sticky."
She took the full force of his plunging cock, and sucked in every drop of tasty cream juice. Her cunt was a very efficient vacuum cleaner. The thick, pulpous lips drained his balls nicely and only began leaking his froth after he had finished.
"Oh, darling," she gasped, slumping back on the bed, suggesting the finality of their consummated act. "How beautiful to wake up in the middle of my orgasm."
Ralph felt stunned. It was like someone had smashed him in the skull with a sledge hammer. Muscles ached in his groin and his balls felt like trampled wine grapes.
"Mighty goddamn considerate," he admitted. "Who said chivalry was dead!"
It seemed an eternity before he could move. Actually it was only a few minutes by his watch. He groaned and hacked around before stumbling off into the John.
He took a long piss. The yellow fluid splashed into the toilet bowl. It felt good taking a piss and it gave him a chance to collect his scattered thoughts. Why was he going to see his cousins. If sex was the only motivation, then why did he bring this tramp teenager along? And what was so hot about Jackie and Jennie? Christ, he'd had better pussy lots of times. So what was the big deal.
"Hey, you about finished?" said Trixie.
"I suppose so," he said, "guess we'd better get going." But even as he said the words, Ralph was experiencing self-doubt. He would go through with the plan, walk through the part, and perhaps find some meaning in it all. He turned to the bedroom still wondering.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jackie was so mad she wanted to scream. St. Cloud's only gas station was closed and nothing, come hell or high water, was going to make the owner open up.
So she was stuck for the evening. The nearest gas pump was twenty miles and the old Dodge was not going to make it. Why do these things always happen to me, she thought. Christ, nobody else runs out of gas at times like these.
She bit her lip, trying to hold back the pent-up tears. Only that morning she had awakened up feeling alive and in love for the very first time. Jay had done that to her. She had opened her heart to him and bared her inner most thoughts. She had told him things about herself and her mixed up life that she had never told anyone else. And how did Jay react? After prostrating herself at his feet mumbling absently about his greatness and worth as a human being, how had he showed his respect and consideration?
Jackie fumed. Jay Steele had responded by trampling over her body and grabbing her sister! What a bitter pill for a nice girl like her to swallow, thought Jackie. Watching her boy friend shove his prick up her sister's ass hole. And liking it too! She had taken the speed boat out looking for them after the sailboat was overdue returning to the pier.
She had been shocked senseless. Watching Jennie hunch his cock with such lascivious joy. That was gratitude for you! That same wonderful hard on that had so wondrously reamed out her passion holes had found its way into her sister's butt. Well, she was getting out. Away from the bitter memories of Jay Steele. She was going to put a lot of distance between her and Ralph and Jennie and Jay Steele. And she'd be doing it right now if the fucking gas station was doing business!
Jennie slammed her empty glass down on the bar and ordered another bullshot Normally she didn't go to bars. She didn't enjoy booze that much and didn't enjoy all the pushing and shoving and silly storytelling that went on after people had too much to drink.
But St. Cloud was a town of limitations. Even in the summer months when the tourists flooded in, the tiny burg had little night life to offer. There was Nat's motel, Judy Blue's all night cafe and The Buckaroo bar lounge. Since Jennie feared she might go mad sitting alone in the motel she opted for the lounge where she had been bellying up to the bar for the last two hours downing hooch and dreaming about her childhood.
It had not been a pleasant way to pass the evening. The men outnumbered the women by a two-to-one ratio. She was frequently pestered by bucked tooth, country hicks trying to pick her up.
No matter where I go it's always sex, sex, sex! Does the whole human race have one track minds? Can't a woman just for once sit by herself and try to straighten out her life without every stranger trying to shove a cock in her face?
Sex was behind her problems. Ralph started her going and then there was Jennie and Jay ... she didn't want to think anymore about sex. She wanted a little piece of mind, maybe one more drink, and then a good night's sleep before loading up with gas and getting out of town.
But Jackie was not one to live in a vacuum. She had to talk and make herself known. To cut herself off from the people around her was unthinkable. So despite her guilt and her blind fury at Jay, she began talking with the bar crowd. It wasn't difficult to strike up a conversation. Most were vacationers up in St. Cloud to have a good time.
Local studs had made the obligatory pass at Jackie. But one man finally got her attention. He was a balding middle aged fellow with a body big around as a billiard ball. His dowdy wife was equally unspectacular. Thinner than her husband, she actually looked heavier because of the tight plaid shorts and sweat shirt she wore.
"We're from New York City," they announced. Jackie was curious what people from that part of the country were like. She had read many bad things about New York, but somehow this couple, with the back country ways, and comfortable middle aged girth did not seem menacing to her.
No, Bernie and Gladys seemed like small town, U.S.A. Bernie taught in Manhattan and Gladys worked on a number of charities and women's organizations. They seemed nice and friendly and she was glad to have their company when she drank.
"Boy this is great," smiled Bernie. "No dirt and crude. I can't get enough of this country. I'm so sick of New York."
"Bernie, you say that every year," Gladys snapped. "In three weeks you'll be dying to get back. I know you like a book."
Jackie couldn't help laughing. Bernie refused to let her buy a single drink. He picked up the tab and reordered every fifteen minutes. The booze was effecting her; she had a hard time standing up. The whole room went spinning around.
"So tell me, what brings a nice girl like you to the North woods," Bernie said.
"You mean what makes me leave," giggled Jackie. "I'm leaving because my boy friend decided he-likes my sister more than he-likes me."
"The Shit!" screamed Gladys. Several heads turned at the bar, wondering what kind of woman could make such a booming shriek. They looked and returned to their beers.
"Gladys, keep your voice down," coaxed her husband. "I don't think it's very nice to shout." He patted Jackie on the back affectionately. "A very cruel man, no doubt."
"Yes," said Jackie unsteadily. "But it's over and I'm free to go." She rose to her feet and tried unsuccessfully to walk to the door.
Bernie smiled at Gladys and then turned to Jackie and said: "You're at the hotel, aren't you? There's only one in town. We'll help you to your room, it's the least we can do."
"okay," Jackie croaked. The three of them stumbled out the door and down the road to the aged motel
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
They walked back to the motel, the three of them, arms around each other's necks just like old friends coming home from a long evening at the bar.
But once inside Jackie's motel room, it was a much different story. Jackie felt herself walking one minute and the next, she was flying through the air.
"Hey, what the hell," she said genuinely surprised at being thrown onto her very own bed.
"You wanna go first, Gladys?" said Bernie. "My bladder is so goddam full it could burst any second. I'm going to the head."
"All right dear," she said to her husband. Once he was out of the room, she turned to face Jackie. "Now, how about you getting out of those pretty clothes?"
It was the inflection in the woman's voice more than the words that made Jackie very much awake. She was suddenly very sober.
"Just who in the hell do you think you are?" snapped Jackie. This is my room and you and that fat slob husband of yours can take a hike!"
"You listen to me, sweetie," said Gladys. She was talking as much as bellowing at Jackie. "You get those goddam clothes off if you know what's good for you!"
The idea that the scene unfolding before was not really happening plagued her mind. Jesus, she's twice my size, thought Jackie staring straight ahead into Glady's lust filled eyes. I think this woman wants to make love to me! She's raping me right now with her eyes.
"I'm ... I'm so confused," said Jackie.
Suddenly Gladys' voice was warm and tender again. "You just do what I say," she purred. She was standing in front of the mirror slowly undressing. Quickly the blouse and funny shorts were discarded. "That boy friend of yours still got you tied in knots," she said. "You come to me Jackie and I'll give you all the loving you need."
Jackie had never looked closely at another woman's body. Gladys had a beer gut, but her milky white breasts were smooth and well shaped. The brownish nipples hardened into little cones. Her legs weren't bad either. Too much butt but otherwise a nice shapely package with a twat full of pubic hair.
"You're not going to," said Jackie.
"Of course I am," she said approaching the bed. Her breasts were heaving, the excitement visibly racing through her arteries. "Only a woman really knows her body. I know its upsetting the first time. But you'll like it."
Jackie was scared. Her body quivered like jello. The throbbing in her chest spread rapidly through her body. She watched the woman's nude body coming toward her, and an eerie sensation tripped her nervous system. The meaty thighs rolled sensuously and the black fur patch guarding the doors to her cunt looked inviting. But how could she possibly accept this warm, powerful lover when there was NO COCK dangling from the crotch.
"Oh no!" cried Jackie.
"That's all right," said Gladys, sitting down beside her. Her hand reached for Jackie's thigh while they spoke. Gladys was expert at seduction and her fingers quickly found the right buttons and snaps to Jackie's clothing. In a few short moments, they lay nude together on the bed.
"I can be as warm and tender as any man," boasted Gladys. Her slow, firm stroking brought back life to Jackie's fear soaked flesh. Her fingers actually felt good caressing her breasts and stroking her hips and thighs.
"But how are you ... ." Jackie didn't know how to say it. "I mean you got nothing to ... stick in me.. there. There's no cock to stick in me."
"Don't let that bother you," said Gladys. "I can be every bit as persuasive with my tongue. Here, let's try a little and see how you like it"
Gladys jerked up on Jackie's thigh sending her tumbling backwards. Before she could move, Gladys had the girl's legs parted so the wet slit looked back at her, then she brought her lips down on the puckered cunt hole and jam her tongue inside the opening.
"Hmmmmmmmm! You can eat my hole just anytime," said Jackie. She laughed softly as her twat was nicely reamed. Despite the tension and the underlying dread of making love to another woman, Jackie was enjoying herself. She believed Gladys was right: only a woman knew her own body.
"Yeah, keep it up," Jackie groaned. Her womanly juices were boiling out of her slit and into Gladys' hot, sloppy mouth. The tongue seemed to slide halfway up her channel as it licked her into a state of ecstasy. Jackie humped her hips against the face buried in her crotch, squeezing down with her thighs to enjoy every last bit of enjoyment.
"Go on, suck my cunt all the way," she pleaded. "And don't stop there. Eat me out! Turn me on with your tongue!"
She was rolling back and forth trying to remember when her twat had been so hot. Gladys' firm hands were all over her excited flesh rubbing her tits and stroking her butt cheeks and loins. Explosions of deep, passionate, sex sprouted from her orifices. Both women were panting and trembling, the tremulous glow of joy going from one body to the other. In only a few seconds she would come: her cunt would belch out the sweet syrup that followed a good round of sexing and she would be happy and content.
Gladys dug her fingernails into Jackie's nipples and jabbed her tongue into the girl's clit. She was going full blast like a locomotive speeding down the track and the girl was almost ready to come. Gladys could feel her tautness and she could taste the bitter, salty nectar that preceded the girl's orgasmic discharge. Only a few more tongue strokes and she would be there.
"YAAAAA!! ! " Jackie screamed, pumping her hips and stretching her twat out. The frenzied jolts of orgasmic energy shot back and forth across the walls of her cunt. Then the two cunt lips closed down on Gladys' tongue and she shuddered with ecstatic warmth.
"It's going to be all right, darling, I know. Just you believe me," said Gladys. She was stroking the exhausted girl's flushed nipples with a pillow feather. Her big, beefy face showed all the motherly concern of a county hospital nurse.
It was a tender moment for both of them. But it didn't last long as Bernie came stumbling out of the bathroom. "Jesus Christ, can't I even take a healthy shit without you two dyking it up," he complained.
"Oh shut up," said Jackie. "This is my room. And besides that is a hell of a way for a school teacher to act."
It was an odd thing for Jackie to say considering what had just taken place. But Bernie thought her comment was uproarious.
"That's fucking hilarious," he laughed. "New York school teachers. You think we have to be the exemplars of moral purity to teach those snot noses. Ha! Let me show you what those stinking shits are like."
"Please, Bernie ... I don't think she's ready," pleaded Gladys. But Bernie didn't seem to hear her as he rummaged through his suitcase. When he found what he was looking for, Bernie faced Jackie with a big fish grin plastered across his face. He held what looked like an electric toothbrush in his hand. This is what the little bastards do in school. Know what that is my darling? It's a Harvey Hardon, named after the inventor Harvey Lipshitz. He made it in shop and got an "A" from his instructor for inventiveness."
He threw the strange looking device to her. Jackie was not that impressed ... at first. The slim, plastic device looked like a crude sculpture of a salami. A cord protruded from one end which she plugged into the wall. The Harvey Hardon instantly came alive in her hand; it buzzed and whirred and jumped around.
"Wowww!" she gasped. Her whole body went weak as the plastic tip buzzed against her skin. "What makes it do that?" She could not bring herself to ask the next question. Which was: "What would it feel like inside me?"
Bernie was uninhibitedly frank. "It's a dildo, designed by an electronics genius to stimulate the body. I don't know how the thing works; except it drives women crazy. Doesn't it Gladys!"
"Shut your sick, perverted mouth!" she snapped. "If I had any sense I'd take the goddam thing and throw it away."
"But you don't have any sense," said Bernie. "That's why I married you. Besides, you like the way it works on a woman's hole."
Jackie listened, to the unreal conversation. She had climaxed already. It wasn't if her cunt was a yawning void waiting to be filled. She was not twitching and squirming around for sex. But the device held her fascination. Could it really do all things Bernie said it could?
Bernie answered her question. 'This plastic pecker will send you through the roof. And it will keep you there!" He dangled the menacing dildo before her eyes. "Now how would you like to try it out?"
"Keep it away from her Bernie, I'm warning you," said Gladys. "This is a very nice girl and I don't want anything cruel or unusual happening to her."
At first Jackie felt unsure about additional sex that evening. But then her curiosity got the best of her. She felt hot and prickly between her thighs as she imagined the vibrating dildo thrust between her cunt lips. Her skin was sweaty and rampant with a gooseflesh rash. She felt her own lubricant dripping through her crotch hair and onto the rumpled sheet. Her cunt was burning up; a huge sucking void gasping for air.
"I-It doesn't hurt, does it?" she asked. Certainly she did not want to try the dildo out if it tore her in-sides up. Bernie sat on the bed. He was old and balding and had a beer gut. But he had the physical presence of a man much younger. His broad shoulders were powerful and muscles stood out all over his chest and waist. He touched her thighs; his fingers were strong and commanding. She could tell Bernie was used to getting what he wanted, and that scared her a little bit for some reason. He took the dildo and placed it against her left nipple and flicked on the switch.
"YEOWWW!! " She was insensate with pain. The dildo felt like ten thousand needles converging on her nipple. It was an awful feeling and she didn't want to have any part of it.
"Please, not right now," she said. "Don't stick that thing in me! Fuck me if you want ... in my cunt ... my ass hole ... anywhere you want ... but not that infernal machine!"
Her voice was screaming at him, the fear welling up like molasses in her throat.
"But my dear this pleasure tool was made by a genius," Bernie said, "he went on to M.I.T. and graduated with top honors."
"He also went crazy and is now in an institution," snapped Gladys.
"What do you expect for a native New Yorker?" sighed Bernie. "Besides, it is the type of thing he learned to like after awhile."
Jackie couldn't imagine ever liking such a hideous instrument of torture. But she was surrounded and with Bernie imposing girth in the way, she didn't have much room to escape.
"L-l-look, just get out and I wouldn't tell anyone," she gasped. "Find somebody else. There're plenty of other girls. But not me. I'm not the kind of girl you think I am."
Bernie was laughing. But everything else about his demeanor was dead serious. He eased up on the bed beside Jackie and fondled her leg. She parted her thighs and his fingers found the wet mound of pubic hair which he rubbed rigorously. He brought his fingers up to his nose and smelled.
"Hmmmmm! On the contrary, I think you're exactly the girl we need." Then, before she knew what was happening, Bernie had hold of her arm and yanked her down on the mattress. His hand covered the scream in her mouth. Jackie's terrified eyes stared up into the school teacher's face. It was twisted with strange desires, the mouth curling back into a Satanic grin. "You're a fucking animal, girlie, and I'm going to treat you as such. And now turn over before I have to get rough."
Oh, God why me! she thought. His hand was moving roughly behind her and she felt the thick baton working at her sphincter. Oh, no! She was being violated by the artificial cock. It was jamming her hole, forcing itself inside her warmth. She surged against his arms, humping the device so it could seek the delicate flesh of her channel walls. She had been dead wrong about the plastic cock. It felt tremendous! She grunted and heaved her pelvis as the dildo plowed deeper and deeper into her butt. Her legs spread further out to receive the swollen tube. It felt like a huge banana being pushed into her anus.
"Bernie, I still think this is wrong," said Gladys.
"Who the fuck asked you to think?" snapped Bernie. "Besides, your just jealous because this plastic cock is more exciting than your tongue."
"That's a goddam lie," she yelled, her feelings hurt Bernie really knew how to hurt a gal. "That's striking below the belt. How can I compete with that foot-long tube. Shit give me a foot-long tongue and I'd show the world something."
Bernie was working the device in her hole. He had buried the tube up to the hilt so only the nub stuck out between her butt cheeks.
"All right, when I turn you on," he was saying to Jackie. "You might get a little excited at first. But you'll be okay."
There was very little that Jackie could do. The dildo was deep inside her and Bernie was holding her down. Reluctantly, she took the only course of action allowed her. Jackie would lay back and try to enjoy the ass hole reaming. Christ, she was a grown woman after all. It wasn't as if her ass hole were cherry. She'd been around and knew a thing or two about life. Just lay back and have some fun.
But all of Jackie's collective sexual experience did not prepare her for what came next. Bernie hit the switch and started the dildo.
"Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeee Gooooood!! ! " The cock exploded in her rear. Electric current shot through her nervous system; her body convulsed around the cruel tube jammed in her butt.
"Yaaaaaaaa!" she screamed, pounding her fist on the bed and kicking her heels. She hadn't known such ecstasy since her cherry was busted by Ralph so many years before. She felt the huge rod buck in hr rear and thought she would faint. Her stomach churned and her lungs heaved as the device made huge demands on her flesh. She felt the hot jelly running out of her cunt and smelled the even juicier aroma of goo wetting her butt channel.
The throbbing machine brought her to one climax after another. It brought her to the very peak of emotional satisfaction and kept her there. Her body was orgasming every minute. She had never felt the thrill of electricity zinging through her nervous system until right that moment. It was more excitement than a person would experience in ten years of fucking, and it was all happening right that every second!
"PLE ASEEEEEE!! ... Take it out!" Jackie could hardly speak. The dildo was actually too good to be true. It was fucking her ass hole with intolerable force. The body was not meant to withstand such strain. She knew if the dildo was not removed soon that she might go mad!
Bernie positioned himself behind the girl working the tool in and out of her hole. "There, there now," he coaxed. "You don't want me to stop when it feels so good!"
"Yessss! I dooooo!" screamed Jackie. She was banging her fists on the bed and yelling at the top of her voice. Bernie was on top of the struggling girl, twisting the brutal stick in her hole jabbing the shaft up and down the length of her channel.
"Come on baby, tell me you love it," said Bernie. His eyes feasted on her trembling ass cheeks. He had no intention of removing the butt wand. He was going to ream the girl's ass hole until she was crazy with excitement.
"Come on suck the shaft in," he commanded. "You're almost ready, just a little bit more."
Gladys did not share her husband's enthusiasm. She knew very well what the electric pole felt like and she didn't think it was right.
"You stop torturing that girl," she snapped. "You have no idea how that feels."
Bernie glared at his wife. Though fat and on the ugly side, she had a tremendous cunt on her. It was too bad she was on this girl kick otherwise he would have been glad to fuck her all night and day.
"You let me have my fun," he said. Tm tired of hearing you bitch!"
"Well, then at least take it out of her ass hole," Gladys said. "You know girls like their cunts fucked too."
"Very funny," he said. He flicked the switch and removed the smelly tool from her hole. Then he walked over to Gladys. "okay, Miss High and Mighty, Clean it off."
"You must be joking, Bernie," she snapped. "You've gone off the far end this time."
"You see me laughing," he said. He grabbed his wife by the throat and brought the smelly dildo up to her face. "Now do as I say, or this goes right up your ass!"
She stared at the smelly thing. It was covered with the ripe juices of Jackie's anal flesh. The foot long plastic cock was an inch in front of her eyes. The fecund odor jolted her nostrils. The phallus seemed a living, pulsating thing. She remembered the terrible urgency in ass hole, and the bestial jolt of electricity as her flesh came alive under its domination. Her guts tightened into knots of fear. She took the plastic dick and, closing her eyes, licked it clean.
That's the girl," laughed Bernie, "make it nice and sanitary for Jackie's tender twat."
Gladys resisted the urge to be sick right there. She had to get out of the room, away from the artificial dick and Bernie and all the craziness going on there. She slumped to the floor gasping for breath as Bernie turned back to the prostrate body of Jackie Anderson.
"Now you and I are going to have some fun," he told her, brandishing the dildo. "Yup, some real excitement."
He laughed wickedly, advancing on the girl's exposed cunt while Gladys crawled slowly towards the door and her freedom.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
It was later than she realized. Crawling out the door, she saw nothing but darkness ahead. St. Cloud was closed up for the evening, which was just as well since she was stark naked and would attract a lot of attention especially in a small town.
She stumbled around, trying to stand up and get to the car. The neon light of the motel outlined her blimpish figure as she. stumbled around on the sharp gravel roadway.
I can't believe I ate the whole thing! Her mind was still reeling from the chaotic events inside the motel room. Now, you've really gone over the edge! Licking shit off a dildo, that's the end! Gladys thought she was going to be sick. She imagined herself going crazy. She heard another scream coming from the motel room, and her heart beat quickened. That had to be Jackie. The poor young thing, thought Gladys. she only wanted to have a little harmless fun and she ended up with Bernie.
What a jolt that must be! Gladys tried standing. Her legs were like rubber bands, but she did manage to get to her feet She remembered the car was nearby, but without her glasses, it was hard to see.
A car full of drunk teenagers whizzed by. "Hey, did you see that?" said a youth. "A naked woman wondering around the motel parking lot I must be dreaming."
Gladys paid no attention. She gritted her teeth as another scream came from the motel room. This one was softer and from a distance it was impossible to hear.
It must find the car! Jesus, it gets cold around here! I wish I had brought some clothes along, I feel stupid as hell wondering around blind without a stitch on!
She stumbled several more times before covering the last few yards to the spot where the car was. At least she thought the Dodge was her car, Gladys not being very good at telling one American auto from another.
Her head was finally clearing and her strength returning. I wish Bernie hadn't made me do it! I feel so ashamed of myself I could die! Gladys was lost in her own thoughts. She pulled herself up by the door latch, groaning as she moved her ponderous flesh.
She was unaware of the sounds coming from inside the car.
"Suck it! Ooooohhhh, that's the best way!" groaned Ralph. He was lying down in the back seat of the Dodge while Trixie sucked on his dick. Saliva foamed at the sides of her mouth as she brought her mouth up and down his shaft. The drag of her cushiony mouth delighted him. She could make him feel good in more ways than he could count.
"Hurry! Jesus, I can't wait, darling," he groaned. "It feels good right now. Right this minute ... THIS SECOND!! "
The come was in his cock. It was a ball of red got fury looking for a wet home. And it had found one inside Trixie's willing mouth. His balls erupted and Ralph knew that the time had come. He grabbed her ears and brought her face down savagely on his pole. Her flicking tongue tripped his hammer and hot, semen gushed into her mouth. His sperm defied gravity as it pushed deep up into her mouth. He rolled his hips, pumping the fluid home until his balls were dry and his cock began wilting.
"That's good sucking," he commented, feeling the sensual ease creep through him. He loved the few precious moments of peace he experienced following orgasm. His exhausted muscles felt good and his tortured soul felt in harmony with the rest of the world.
So it was unlucky for Gladys to come stumbling into the car at that particular moment. His cock was still piping jizz into Trixie's mouth when he saw her at the door. Then, before he could say a word, she was inside with them fumbling around on the front seat.
"Oh shit, I've got the wrong car," she said, realizing her mistake once inside and hearing voices of the excited lovers.
This is not happening! I am having a bad dream with a very fat woman crawling around in it! Ralph groaned as the final spurt of seed oozed out into Trixie's mouth. Then he turned his attention to the rude invader.
"What are you doing, lady," he said. "And why are you naked."
"I'm running from my husband, Bernie," she said, shutting the door behind her. "I don't have my glasses or I wouldn't have mixed up the cars."
She sniffed in the air, smelling the after glow of their lovemaking.
"Look don't mind me," she said. "Give the girl a little of your sperm. That's okay. Whatever makes you feel good."
Ralph was perplexed. He was not used to having strange naked woman crawl into his car and make comments on his love-making. It offended his masculine pride, and he wanted her out of the car immediately.
"All right, but I feel sorry for the poor, innocent girl who is at the mercy of my husband," she said. Then Gladys told them in great, extended detail about the plastic phallus ramming the girl's insides.
"That must hurt," said Trixie. She secretly wondered what a long, vibrating penis would feel like up her love channel. As long as it was hot and wet, she couldn't imagine it hurting. "Maybe the girl enjoys that sort of thing."
"Well, why the hell is she screaming so loud, you little slut," snapped Gladys. "Listen!"
From the motel room came the muffled cry of Jackie's terrified voice. Ralph listened out of curiosity at first, but when his ears perked at the familiar sound of Jackie's voice, he came unglued.
"That's no girl in there," he said, bolting upright. "That's my cousin."
Ralph was hot enough to explode. He grabbed his pants and pulled them on. "That's Jackie in there." There was desperation in the way he dressed and an animal violence in his actions. He leaped from the car and hurried off towards the sounds.
"Jesus, lady, you wouldn't believe what you have just done," said Trixie watching her lover disappear.
"Oh, I think I do," Gladys was a good judge of men having had quite a few male lovers in her lifetime, "Bernie is going to have his hands full and, frankly, I hope your friend beats the shit out of him."
Then she quickly turned her attention to Trixie. "And how do you feel darling?" she asked. She placed a hand on Trixie's thighs and brought her face down to the girl's hot bubbling twat.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"Get it out of my cunt! Do you hear me ... .I can't take anymore," Jackie's voice was hard and grating to the ear. She screamed again as the electric cock stroked her cunt. Her hips shook with tension before elevating in the air. The magic penis actually drew her off the bed. The smooth plastic sides of the dildo drilled her cunt walls with stimulation. Jackie's body was exhausted, she couldn't move an inch. Yet somehow the dildo managed to summon her resources and force her enervated muscles into one last orgasm.
When she managed to move a hand over to the impaled object, Bernie was there to block her. "No, mustn't touch," he giggled. He turned the dildo off and feasted on her body.
Jackie looked like hell. Her skin was bright red and dripping in sweat. The coloring was from the skin rash; apparently she was allergic to sex or overly sensitive. The big patches of ugly red blotches covered her from head to foot. He looked approvingly upon her firm breasts which had withstood the punishment of the mauling. Her thighs however with something else. The thatch of pubic hair was pasted down on her mound. It looked like drowned crab grass and the smell was unbearable. The sheets were wet from a combination of sweat, cunt juice and pee. It was not unusual. The dildo brought out a variety of involuntary reactions, not all of them pleasant.
"How are you feeling, dearie," asked Bernie. He removed the plastic cock from her hole and wiped the excessive come juice off with his tongue.
"That's fucking wonderful," he said. "You're juicier than any woman I can remember."
And he was right. Jackie was drained of her natural fluids. The terrible machine had sucked her holes dry; she felt dry and lifeless as dust blowing in the desert.
"Pleaseee ... you had your fun ... let me go!" Her eyes rolled in her head so she could see what Bernie was doing. She shivered with delicious sort of fright. She had never met a man quite like Bernie. He was rough and abusive and no doubt capable of doing anything.
Deep inside her, Jackie felt weak and pitiful. Her body had been savaged by a perfect stranger. And what really bugged him was the fact that she had let him do it.
She could have run away. Bernie was strong, but he was too fat to run a great distance. She knew something rotten was in store for her, but she had stayed. Broken fragments of thought bombarded her brain.
You fool! You deserve this torture, Jackie Anderson! You stuck around because deep down inside you wanted to know what a super cock felt like jammed up your butt and your cunt! You had to find out.
"Ohhhhhh ... I feel sick again," said Jackie. She leaned over the bed feeling the squishing together of her cunt lips. Even in her dazed state, she was aware of her slit, and the two puffed up lips which seemed now like two halves of an overripe tomato stuck together. She put her finger down between her legs and felt the paste sticking to her crotch.
"Nice and fertile, ain't it?" laughed Bernie. "like an old egg left out in the sun."
Please! Don't say those things about me! I'm not that way, really I'm a good girl I mean well ... it's just that I need sex more than some women do.
"I want to be left alone," said Jackie. "I can't take any more. I'm finished."
"Bullshit," clamored Bernie. "You can take it all night. You're like a horse in the rut, you can fuck half the barnyard before you feel satisfied."
And Jackie realized he spoke the truth. She was an animal, a wild aggressive beast that consumed men's passion like some people consumed popcorn. Just stick it in and wear it out.
A beast, Jackie Anderson. A filthy, smelly, sex crazed beast!
She knew how it was going to end. Yet she continued to rub her thighs together like a virgin trying to work up her lubricants for the first shot at her crack.
Bernie turned around, his cock fully erect. He moved to her exhausted body and began wedging the dildo back up her butt. When Jackie groaned for him to fuck her cunt, he refused. "I know all you girls like it up the ass," he giggled. "That really turns your guts into mush."
He slid the hard plastic cock up the slippery smooth channel of her ass-hole until the device extended a good twelve inches into her rectum.
"Now it's my turn for a little fun," he told her. He sat down on the bed and pulled her onto his lap. It was a strange sight, the girl bent over his erect phallus while electric cords extended out her ass-hole.
She handled his cock like a pro. Her fingers glided over the flabby pecker skin, sending rippling sensations of excitement back to his sex crazed mind. She flogged the shaft with studied indifference. He was bursting with joy; Bernie wanted to fuck the girl's face in the worse way. But he sat and let her continue playing with his cock, lapping up all the attention that he could.
Then finally satisfied with her finger exploration, he pushed her face down on his meat. Her wet lips circled his prick and slid down on his hard shaft. She dragged her wetness down with her. She formed a cocoon around his meat, letting the full passionate heat of her mouth engulf his shaft.
, A strange excitement ran through the man. He was having his cock sucked by the nicest two lips he could remember. But that was only half the story. For Bernie was a connoisseur of young girls. And this one was the nicest he could remember in quite a long time. He could barely wait to give her mouth a work out.
Slowly, he pulled back his hips, taking in her full sucking stroke and then, he carefully glided his cock down her throat. Near exhaustion, Jackie still managed to whittle away on his joy stick. The hot, gooey meat did something to her; and the sensation of testicles plopping against her face was an added treat. Though the dildo was going to send stars rushing through her brains, she still couldn't resist a good cock.
That's good, oh, that's just right," said Bernie. Her face was going up and down his shaft like a fishing bobber. Her cheeks were sucking hard and she was doing her level best to drag the cum load out of his nut sack.
Bernie was all over Jackie. Her fingers played catch with her tits, and when he tired of that, he went lower into her juicing cunt Always nice and wet, no matter how much penetration she'd received.
He had hated to quit and it was all he could do to drag himself away from her magnificent body. She was a rare treasure and he didn't often see beautiful, streamline beauties like her in New York.
"okay, baby, here it goes." He waited an instant, then he flicked the switch.
At first nothing happened. Jackie continued lubbing Bernie's spongy cock with licking strokes. Then the current hit. Her legs went rigid; her muscle were petrified with jolts of electricity.
Her mouth froze on his cock for several seconds and then all hell broke out. The urgencies of her tortured muscles pushed her in half a dozen directions at the same time. She sucked his cock with a flurry of strokes.
Bernie felt his cock rise higher up as her lips enticed him into rapturous joy. She hunkered down on his stem and sucked him for everything he was worth.
His balls bounced around and he felt himself jumping like a little kid on a pogo stick as she consumed his masculine sex. Bernie was dizzy with fulfillment. Every atom of his pudgy body was stimulated by her mouth. He couldn't remember when his cock had been so hot before. It was like a tremendous, never ending sex dream when his come shot out by the bucket full.
And all because of the hard plastic cock shoved in Jackie's rectum.
"How's that feel, darling," he said. "Driving you crazy is it. Making you savage all over again."
He added to her enjoyment by finger fucking her cunt hole which was very active spurting out juice. He reamed her soft petal-like cunt lips and ran his hand back and forth across her clitoris. That really excited her all right!
"Ooooooo!! ! ! " She groaned as the hot, sweaty hollow of her fuck tube came alive. She shuddered and twitched and came again and again and again. She loved him and couldn't stop humping up and down. Just like she couldn't stop sucking him prick.
Bernie was standing up, his hands wrestling her face out over the bed. Holding her ears to steady her skull, Bernie began the joyful process of face fucking Jackie.
He bucked his hips, then penetrated with short, stabbing thrusts. His whole body was behind the motion and for a big man his cock went in and out of her face with lighting speed.
"Oh; yessss! Dear wonderful, goodness!" he shouted, feeling the lips take hold and then jarring her face with a powerful thrust.
The girl seemed trapped in a mental fog. She was no longer aware of what she was doing. It was one big, hazy dream to her. The only thing that kept her going was the prick shaft driving into her mouth. That seemed very important to her. The powerful explosion roaring up her but hole made her mouth extra soft and sensitive to his sex.
She felt him going in and out with a variety of strokes and everyone felt luxuriant inside her face. She realized that if the fucking continued long enough that the beautiful shaft stuck in her face would explode. And that's what she lived for.
"Hurrrryyy! Jesus girl, don't stop when I'm almost ready to come!" Her face was wet with prick slop and her mouth drolled all over him. Her bloated face was jerking back and forth like a peacock's while the rest of her gyrated to the crazy rhythms laid down by the magic baton.
For an instant Bernie was lucid. His naked wife had disappeared and only now did he realize his mistake. He shouldn't have jammed the fuck under her nose; the smell was repellant to all but the aficionados of sex and having her lick off the butt residue had been too much for her. He wished that he had more common sense at times. Now the fat broad was wandering around outside and that sort of attention he didn't need right now.
"The stupid cunt," he said out loud. "Jesus, sometimes I wonder if the woman has a brain in her head."
His anger quickly passed as Jackie continued pumping life into his cock with her mouth. The girl had undeniable talent all right; she could do things with her tongue and lips that escaped most girls. His flaccid body was turned on to the very limits of excitement. There was nothing this girl couldn't do to his cock.
He felt his cock cream coagulate in his nut sack. The jelly like substance thickened up and demanded to be released. Despite control, Bernie wasn't going to last much longer. His heart was pounding a mile a minute and his lungs were flapping around in his chest Fiercely, he reached out for her face. It eluded him at first, but he got hold of her ears. She fought his grip, but he managed to steady her rocketing face.
The hot slippery warmth of her lips held him firm. He backed away, drawing out his manhood. She sucked on him hard, trying to hold onto his shaft for in her semi-conscious state that was the only thing she could think about. Keep sucking and keep squirming against the electronic wonder in her crack.
"Baby, this is going to be it for all time," he yelled. He eased his dick back into her face. His cockhead tickled her tonsils and almost made the exhausted girl gag on his manhood. In and out he slipped his penis, increasing the speed gradually as he worked her into one-final climax. In and out Up and down and away. The shaft increasing the tempo, the humping of his hips matching the sucking of her mouth. In and out
Jackie was drained of all her energy. There was nothing left of her, just an empty shell, a vessel to hold the drippings of a man's cock. She was a sex junky riding the ultimate high; a craven old hooker who had found the perfect fuck. Between all of them: Jackie, Jay, the dildo and Bernie and Gladys;
Jackie had learned something new. Sex was neither good nor bad. She had been running away from herself for a long time. But not any more; at last she had found nirvana. Her mind was at ease.
Her taunt, muscles however were anything but content. The dildo zinged her back to life, the current running up and down the billions of nerve fibers in her body. She was glowing almost when Bernie began screaming. His cock was slamming home grooving her mouth, sucking out her spit and then jamming it back into her. She turned her eyes to the ball of black pubic hair. It moved forward and back, zooming in and out of her vision. She noticed the sweat streaming down Bernie's chest and for the first time realized that he was every bit as excited as she.
"Do it, sweetheart! Keep sucking!" screamed Bernie. He gunned her face, nearly tearing her ears off as he crudely brought her face down full force on his pecker.
Jackie wished his hands were holding her tits instead of her ears. Her red nipples were inflamed with passion. The hard little ends bounced against the bed, only stirring the fuck passion and making her hotter.
Her mind became suddenly clear. The fog lifted and she caught snatches of what had happened.
Bernie was not the center of her thoughts. It was Ralph. The evil, demented deviate that I reluctantly call my brother." That was how her father once described him. But now, as she and Bernie both readied themselves for the culmination of their sex mating, she could think of no one except him. He had robbed her of her cherry and he had mouth fucked her young sister, but in her heart she could forgive him everything. He loved sex and was not ashamed to admit it, a moral stance that took a great deal of courage. okay, she knew that Ralph was not a perfect being, but so what. She was no Joan of Arc and her moral conduct was not exactly up to Vatican standards. Yet something deep down within herself, made Ralph look all right. In fact he seemed so appealing that her blood was boiling and her head reeling and her whole insides glowed with warmth.
Bernie felt the change in her mood. His cock was jammed in her face like a thermometer. The fever that had clutched her in its grasp had mysteriously broken. A pounding of fear coursed through his veins. He was losing her, she was withdrawing into herself, the sex drive was ebbing and just at the minute he needed her most.
"Goddam it you keep it up," he snarled, driving his ugly stick home again and again. "I haven't spent this time on you for nothing, bitch."
The stirrings in his cock rose to the occasion. Fear accelerated his sex drive. The sperm stream clogged his fuck stick. Bernie was livid with excitement; his jizz pulled on him like nylon string; his legs wobbled unsteadily and his loins ached with desire. In all his fifty-five years, Bernie had never been so happy to climax.
He jerked his cannon into her face. His balls rattled against her like giant bloated eggs oozing yoke into a funnel. His eyes followed her sweat-coated body down to her parted butt cheeks where the ugly snarl of wires steamed from her whole. He was fucking her mouth, and reaming her butt and turning her willing body into a non-stop pleasure machine. And he had done all this willingly for this one climatic moment.
"Oh! Ohh!! Ohhhhhhh!! " he screamed helplessly. The roar of sex flooded his ears banging with a gong-like intensity. Bernie screamed out loud: he was going to come after all! His ears flooded with sounds: the roar of the ocean, the pumping of the human heat, the surging of slippery cock into mouth. He heard all these things and a lot more before his cock raised up abruptly and released his pent up fury in a shower of come.
"Aaaahhhhhh!" he groaned, jetting his viscous fluid into Jackie's mouth receptacle. A second wave of pleasure swept through him: a feeling of utter tranquility and relaxation. His cock shot again! He felt a tightness in his belly and a gently relaxation of his abdomen as his cock emptied its load home. He was at peace with the world he wanted to tell Jackie how much he loved her for putting up with him and being so wonderful to his pumping organ.
But Bernie never got the chance. For as he gunned her face one more time the front door splintered apart. He opened his eyes in disbelief as a strange series of events took place. A man came through the door, a terribly big man with a drawn, enraged face, and shoulders that would scare a bull. He was panting like a maniac and when he stared over Bernie's direction, he knew thee was going to be trouble.
"Take your cock out of her mouth!" he ordered. Ralph felt as if he had run all day. His lungs were heaving and his arms and legs felt like lead weights. He took in the whole ugly scene in one glance: the dildo, the exhausted female body, the man mouth-fucking the girl.
Bernie removed his cock and tried to explain. "Hey, fellow I can explain everything." His cock continued jetting fluid, and it was pathetic in a way watching the hot sticky come splash on Jackie's face, she tried without success to lick off the tantalizing dribblings.
"No there isn't," Ralph replied curtly. "Your wife is in my car naked and humiliated. I want you to join her."
He approached Bernie just as the last shot of come cream landed on Jackie's face. Well, at least I'll go a happy man; thought Bernie. He stood impassively, a smile on his face and a song in his shaking heart as the strangers lifted him abruptly in the air.
This is not my lucky day," thought Bernie. Then suddenly his body was airborne. Incredibly, he was spinning through the air, then he heard a loud ripping noise and a terrible pain in his shoulder. He blanked out for a moment and when he finally opened his eyes and got to his feet, he felt the bitter cold of the outdoors.
He looked at the motel and shuddered when his eyes stared at the broken wood and cracked stucco and ripped out plaster board. There was a big hole and he could see Ralph caring for the girl on the other side.
"Oh shit," he said. The son-of-a-bitch threw me through the fucking wall."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Yon could have written a poem about the stillness of the evening. The cool wind swayed the giant fir trees and the stars twinkled like precious jewels in the velvet black sky. You could have written a poem; but Trixie had better things to do.
She lay stretched over Gladys' lap trying to suppress the scream of passion in her throat as her cunt was licked wonderfully and wildly. Somehow the crazy, naked woman had learned to cock-fuck with her tongue. She was reaming her teenage hole with long forceful strokes and it was just the thing for Trixie. She had never made love to a woman before, never felt the tongue of the weaker sex lapping at her clitoris or hands tickling her ass crack.
"Yesssss!! ! " she groaned, taking in all the rollicking pleasure she could. And Gladys was doing her share to help the poor child along. Her fingers were stroking the girl's lovely rear, straying over to her wet cunt long enough to snare up some lovely, hot juices and then rubbing the passion stuff on her tongue.
Her tongue frantically worked back and forth across the supple lips of Trixie's daring young cunt. It had taken awhile, but Trixie had finally found what she really wanted out of life: whoring and dyking. She could return to the city and satisfy her urges for men during the evening by fucking "Johns" and then she could enjoy the other side of the coin by making love to Gladys.
And Gladys seemed partial to the plan. "Oh, I suppose I love Bernie," she said. "But I really want more out of life than a slightly used New York school teacher. All he ever talks about is the beatings and the rapes and the low paychecks. It's really depressing."
Trixie suggested a change of scenery: they could put up shop in Cleveland or maybe Detroit. But Gladys said no, she was through with big cities and that she might try a nice little place like San Diego. "Just think of all the sailor bait," she giggled. And Trixie was already dreaming about the place.
"okay, girls," said Ralph, returning to the car with Jackie. "Quit dyking it up, we're going to take a trip." He threw Gladys some clothes which she appreciated.
"You know I never found the goddamn car," she admitted. "I guess it doesn't matter now. I won't be going back to Bernie. It's time to start out all over again. Get out of the rut."
"Well, that's good," said Ralph. "Bernie is wandering around out here somewhere. I stunned him when I threw him through the wall, but he's around and I'd just as soon leave now."
"Oh, good," said Trixie. "I like taking trips. And where are we going?"
"Camp Mohawk," he said, starting the car. The engine kicked over and Ralph put it in gear and they were off. "I still have another cousin to see."
Jackie nestled against his shoulder. She felt as if her stomach had been pumped out. Even after the shower she felt exhausted. And even though Ralph had dressed her, she felt naked and vulnerable.
"Serves Bernie right for using that awful machine," said Gladys pinching Trixie's hard nipples. "He always was one for gadgets."
Ralph said nothing keeping his eyes glued to the road. He still had to see Jennie, and he wasn't sure how he was going to react. Jackie had babbled something about a Jay Steele. It hadn't made much sense to him but he was going to be careful just the same.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The two weeks of non-stop sex, booze and little sleep had taken its toll on Ralph. He was normally a non-descript looking man in his mid-forties with big shoulders and a bigger gut hanging over his belt. But something had happened to him. By pushing his body to the limits of human endurance, he'd actually reversed the aging process. The hard living made him look younger! His gray hair was several shades darker, his muscles were in the peak of condition and the blubbery gut was now hard smooth.
"I feel like a new man," he said. Though admittedly he could use a shower as could the whole troop.
Trixie and Gladys were still going at it in the back seat and the groans, and cries of ecstasy were music to Ralph's ears.
Even Jackie was coming around. As the car bounced along the rutted road to Camp Mohawk, she pulled herself up and put a weak arm around her uncle's shoulders.
"I should never have left you," she mumbled. "I've been wild about you since that day you took my cherry seven years ago. I-I-I tried fighting it. I really thought you were wicked for fucking me. But I've learned my lesson."
Ralph felt a tender flow of compassion swell his chest. He went soft inside and tears moistened his eyes. He deeply loved Jackie; though he did not want to admit it.
"Well, it's all over. All the fighting and running away from each other. That's all in the past," said Ralph. His mind was drifting far away, back to the days of his youth when he was running contraband goods into Central America and dodging the bullets of rebel soldiers.
"Why are we going to this camp," said Trixie. "I've been up here in the country exactly six hours and already it's giving me the creeps. I want to get back to the city."
"Yeah, and count me in too," said Gladys. "We got some sailors to fleece in San Diego."
"All right," he said. "But I just want to say goodbye to my little cousin Jennie. I came up here in the first place to take her back with me. But my plans have suddenly taken a change for the better."
Jackie held his arm as she leaned against him and slipped off into a long deserved sleep. Her troubles were coming to an end and for once the future looked bright.
She hoped that Jennie would be happy with Jay. He was a good, dependable man and a very capable lover as she well knew. Now that she had Ralph, she looked forward to saying goodbye to them.
"Hey, once I saw a movie where the hero rode off into the sunset," said Gladys. "Well, here we are riding off someplace and will you look at that ahead of us."
Through the weighted boughs of the pine trees, the first glint of the sun popped up above the horizon.
"Gee, what would you call that," said Trixie. "That's a sunrise, you idiot," said Ralph, "not a sunset."
Then he started laughing wildly. It was going to be a real fine day. He could just tell it was.
