City folk might think eighteen is a little young to start learning the facts of life, but in the backwoods of Kentucky where I came from if a girl wasn't hitched and hassled with a brood of kids by that age she was nigh onto being thought of as an old maid. My Ma married when she was thirteen and by the time I came along there were five other sisters already there ahead of me and Ma was still only seventeen herself. There were three more girls to come after me, too, before I guess my folks decided to give up trying for a boy-child. Either that or Ma's equipment just plumb wore out, because Chloe was the last of the line.
With all those girls in the house and our farm stuck way out in the hills about a zillion miles from the next neighbor, there wasn't much chance for me to learn about screwing or the difference between gals and fellas. Oh, I knew that Ma and Pa did something when they got into bed together and started making that old mattress of theirs thump and bump and thud so hard you'd have thought they were going to come straight through the ceiling and land on top of me and Bessie May and Chloe in the bed right under them downstairs. It sounded like whatever they were doing up there felt awful good, too, because Ma would scream and carry on like a house on fire and Pa would grunt and snort just like our old pig Silas rolling around in the mud with contentment. But just what they were doing stayed a mystery until I got some firsthand explaining done to me by my step-brother, Caleb Green.
You see, my real Pa died when I was thirteen. Ma tried to make a go of the farm by herself, but with all those mouths to feed and no man around to do the real heavy work it just plumb wore her out. Even though my oldest sisters went off and got married, there were still us four younger girls at home to take care of and one day Ma just up and realized she couldn't do it on her own. So, she went looking for a new husband. What she came up with was, at least to my way of thinking, worse than nothing.
He was a widow-man named Luke Green. Us girls were told to call him Daddy Luke, but it made my insides flop over just to think of that man as being my daddy. To call him a mess would be giving him a compliment. He was the scraggliest, scruffiest, most 'onery critter the Good Lord ever put on this earth. He had a long, stringy beard that was full of slop he'd eaten weeks before and smelled so bad you knew when he was coming at least five minutes before he got there. I don't think Daddy Luke ever had a bath in his life. If he did, it had to have been an accidental one. And mean...! Lord, but that man was mean! I can't tell you what a cussed streak he had in him! All you had to do was look at him cross-eyed and he was ready to reach for that big, black, ugly leather strap he kept hanging on the back of the door and whup the daylights out of you with it. My next youngest sister, Lula, took such a dislike to that man she up and ran off only two days after Ma brought him home. It was then that Ma gave the other three of us a little talking to.
"I know Daddy Luke ain't much to look at, girls," she explained, "but he'll take care of us better'n if we didn't have nobody. If you mind your p's and q's and don't get in his way, he won't bother you none. An' besides, he's got money. Lots of it, in the bank over to Carverville. Think about that, an' maybe he won't seem so bad."
Daddy Luke's money, of course, came from his moonshine still and the big business he did with slickers from the city who came down twice a month and bought all the corn likker he could turn out. To Ma's way of thinking, all that money in the bank at Carverville made living with Daddy Luke okay, but I don't think even she really believed it. Because even though the mattress in their room upstairs still thumped and bumped and thudded every night, Ma didn't scream and carry on any more the way she had when my real Pa was alive.
To my way of thinking, the best thing about Daddy Luke was his youngest boy, Caleb, the only one still left at home by the time he married my Ma. Caleb's ma must have been some real beauty before she died, because you surely would never expect a mean, ugly critter like Daddy Luke to have such a fine, good-looking boy as Caleb for a son. I felt my heart do flip-flops the minute Caleb stepped down off the wagon that first day he and Daddy Luke arrived.
He was about eighteen, I guess, and the handsomest looking fella I'd ever laid eyes on. He was even better looking to me than the fellas in the Sears Roebuck catalog! He had shoulders as wide as a barn door, hips as slender as a girl's, and muscles! muscles! and more muscles just about everywhere in between. His hair was as blonde as corn silk and even though he wore it shaggy and it was always falling down over his eyes, he kept it and the rest of himself clean. He even shaved, so nothing got in the way of that pretty face of his. When he turned those deep blue eyes on me for the first time and his lips curved back in a big smile just packed full of sparkling white teeth, I felt near enough to die I was so happy.
The only trouble was, Caleb didn't have much time to pay attention to me once he and Daddy Luke settled down with us. I followed him around like a moonstruck puppy, but he was always too busy to notice me. Daddy Luke ran poor Caleb into the ground with the chores he was always ordering him to do. I guess that's how he got all those muscles, because from sun-up to sundown he was forever chopping wood or hoeing fields or dragging in heavy baskets of fruit and vegetables for Ma to can. By the time supper was over, Caleb was so tuckered out he'd just go upstairs to bed and that would be the last I'd see of him until the next morning, when he'd start in working all over again.
The only time Caleb ever got a little breathing room was when Daddy Luke went off to tend his still twice a month and was gone for several days. Then everybody could relax some. I figured that was the best time for me to find out if Caleb was as interested in me as I was in him. I didn't see why he shouldn't be, for of all the girls in the family I was the one who looked the most like our Ma-and she was a darn fine-looking woman.
The morning I saw Caleb setting out for the swimming hole about a quarter of a mile away from the house, I fixed myself up as pretty as could be and looked at myself in the old mirror Ma 'kept in her bedroom. My hair was long and black as night. I'd washed it that morning and brushed it at least two hundred times, until it shone and sparkled like black silk. My eyelashes were real long and dark black, too, and made my eyes look like emeralds in a velvet showcase. Like all the other girls in the family, I had real smooth, clear skin. Ma called it our "milk complexion" and said it was one little gift the Good Lord had given us, since he hadn't seen fit to give us much else. With that kind of skin, I didn't need to use any lipstick or store-bought rouge to make myself pretty. I just had to wash my face and I looked like Elizabeth Taylor. Well, at least I thought so ... and I was hoping Caleb would think so, too.
In the hills, girls develop earlier than in the city, too, and I was certainly ripe for the plucking at fifteen. My tits were already bigger than Ma's, and since I hadn't had all those babies sucking on them like she did, mine were still firm and high-standing. When I put on my best dress and slip, those tits pushed out against the front of it like they were going to burst right through the cotton. You could even see the ends of my nipples pressing against the dress. I was real proud of my nipples. Chloe and Bessie May's were pink and kind of on the small side, but mine were dark brown and big around as the end of my thumb. Sometimes when I washed myself with a real soapy rag, the nipples got excited and started pushing out until they were close to an inch or so long. The dark rings around them were almost as big as the silver dollar my Pa won at the County Fair once.
I'd grown up at fifteen in other ways, too. My figure was trim and extremely shapely, especially from the hips down. Ma once told me I had the best-looking legs she'd seen on a girl since she was my age. And between them I had the thickest bush of curly black hair you'd ever want to lay eyes on. It was amazing how fast all that hair down there started growing once the first sprouts popped up. It was such a tangle that you couldn't even see the bright red lips of my hole unless I spread my legs wide apart and reached down and pulled it open. Then ... Lord Almighty! How that looked! That deep, juicy red gash just winking and blinking in the middle of all that black hair surrounding it! It even got me excited sometimes, staring down there at myself with my cunt spread open!
When I was sure that I looked my prettiest, I slipped out of the house by the front door. Ma and my two sisters were working in the kitchen, putting up preserves, and I didn't want to have to join them. I didn't want them nosing into where I was going, either, or asking why I was all dressed up. Ma had warned us once about staying away from Caleb. "Now that me and Daddy Luke's hitched up," she'd said, "it makes Caleb next thing to bein' your own brother. So don't none of you gals start gettin' no fancy notions about him, hear?"
I didn't know then what she'd been hinting at. All I wanted was for Caleb to like me in the same way I liked him.
When I got near to the swimming hole a short, while later, I started losing my nerve. Just the sound of his voice, laughing and singing out loud to himself, made my knees get all weak again and I found myself wondering what on earth I'd say to him. I was bashful about being the first to confess how I felt and decided maybe it would be better if I just hid in the bushes and watched him for a spell, while I decided how to go about sweetening up to him.
I crept close to the edge of the water a few yards away from where Caleb was swimming and settled myself down out of sight. He sure looked good to me-splashing and kicking and having a helluva good time for himself out there in the water. He seemed to take to it like a natural-born fish. It made me wonder how come, since Daddy Luke would rather have been dunked in hell-fire than get even a splash of water on him.
Caleb swam for such a long time that it was a wonder he didn't tire himself out. Just back and forth, up and down the length of the pond he swam, with the sun glistening on his bare back and shoulders. I could have watched him swim all day, but after a while I kind of got to hoping he'd come out soon, so I could go up to him and talk for a spell. Maybe hint around about how I felt and see if he shared my feelings.
Just about the same time that thought was running through my mind, Caleb must have decided he'd had enough swimming for the day, for he started in toward the muddy slope that led to the grassy water's edge. When it got too shallow for him to keep swimming, he suddenly stood up and started walking the rest of the way in. As the water got lower and lower down on him, I thought my eyes were going to pop right out of their sockets. He was buck naked!
Caleb was the first male I'd ever seen naked man-or boy-and it didn't take me more than two seconds to realize what the big difference between gals and fellas was. And I mean big! That thing swinging slowly back and forth between his legs as he came out of the water looked the size of a snake to me. It must have been at least five inches long-soft!-and below it dangled two big, hairy balls that were larger than duck's eggs. I was surprised by the thick patch of dark blonde hair above Caleb's big thing, too, because his chest and belly were as smooth as rubbed satin and there wasn't that much hair on his legs either. What he lacked on his body, though, he sure made up for down below! It looked almost as though he had some kind of wet, furry animal clinging to his crotch!
I felt my throat tighten and that funny little thumping feeling start to throb between my legs. I'd felt the same kind of thing a few times in the past when I'd caught Caleb's eye across the dinner table, but it had never been so strong. I felt as though I would choke on the feeling if it didn't stop tightening up my throat.
Caleb stepped all the way out of the water, stretched himself in the warm sunlight and rubbed his hands up and down the length of his body to brush the drops of pond water from his skin, then did the most astonishing thing I'd yet seen in my life. He lay down on a patch of wet grass near the edge of the pond and reached out for a big handful of the cool, slippery mud close by. As I watched, with my eyes getting bigger and rounder by the second, he put that sloppy handful of mud right between his legs and started to rub it slowly all over his crotch.
At first I couldn't understand what he was trying to do, then I realized it must have been exciting him in the same way the soapy rag excited my nipples, because that thing of his started growing and growing and kept right on growing until I thought it was going to stick right up into the trees! It must have been at least a foot long now and thick around as my wrist! The more he played with it, the harder it got, too.
When his thing was so long and stiff that he couldn't bend it and could barely get his hand all the way around it, Caleb slipped back into the water and washed all the mud off himself. Then, stepping out again with that huge thing pointing up from his furry pelt like a flagpole, he lay back down on the grass, wrapped his hand around the huge shaft and started to work it slowly up and down. As he did, his other hand went down to those big, hairy balls and started playing with them at the same time. His eyes were closed and I thought I could hear him making groaning noises through his open mouth as his hand began to move faster and faster.
I was more fascinated watching what Caleb was doing to himself than I'd been when Ma and Pa took us all into Carverville once to see a picture show. I could feel myself tingling all over and I was getting so excited that my nipples were starting to harden all by themselves, without me even touching them. Finally it got too much for me and I knew I just had to find out what he was doing.
I stepped out of my hiding place and moved slowly, carefully and quietly over the grass toward Caleb. When I was almost right up next to him I stopped and looked down at that big, hard thing he was pounding with his fist. It looked even bigger, close up like that. I had to swallow hard to get my voice.
"Hello, Caleb. Whatcha doin'?"
His eyes blinked open with such fear you'd have sworn he just heard the voice of God. I guess he'd been so busy with what he was doing that he hadn't even heard me creeping up on him.
"Laureen!" he cried. "What in hell you doin' sneakin' up on me like a ghost?" He tried to cover himself with both hands, but that big, hard thing of his was just too long. The head of it poked up over his fingers and I saw it was still quivering the way it had been when he was rubbing it.
"Whatcha doin', Caleb?" I asked again.
"None of your dang business!" he said angrily. "Git outta here and leave me alone!"
The last thing I'd wanted was to make him mad at me. And so, saying the first thing that popped into my mind that I figured might please him, I asked, "Can J do it for you?"
"Do what?" He pretended he didn't know what I was talking about.
"What you was doin' to yourself when I came up."
His eyes still flashed angrily. "Go on, git outta here! You don't know nothin' about it!"
"Sure I do!" I lied. "Yeah? How?"
I thought quickly. "I know 'cause I done it before."
A different kind of look flashed through Caleb's eyes. Half suspicious; half interested. "Yeah? To who?"
I shrugged my shoulders casually. "Oh, lots of fellas."
"I'll bet!" he suddenly laughed. "I'll bet you don't even know what it's called, do you?"
"'Course I do!"
"Yeah? What?" he smiled. "Tell me."
I thought frantically. "Rubbin', of course."
"Rubbin'?" He laughed out loud long and hard, then took his hands away from his crotch. "An' what's this here thing called?" he challenged, lifting it straight up toward me.
I gulped hard. It was still as big as when he'd been playing with it. "Why, any fool knows what that is!" I tried to laugh.
"What? Tell me."
"It's-your-thing, 'course."
"Thing!" He looked like he was going to split his sides laughing at me. Then, suddenly, his laughter stopped and that hard look was back on his face. "Listen, Laureen," he growled. "What I was doin' ain't called rubbin'. It's called jackin' off. And this here thing I'm doin' it to is called my prick. Some fellas call it their cock, too, but in my whole dang life I ain't never heard no fella call it his thing! You don't know what in hell you're talkin' about, so just go on outta here and let me in peace, huh?"
I felt like I wanted to cry I was so ashamed and humiliated. "All right," I said softly, "maybe I ain't never done it before, but that don't mean I couldn't do it to you if you'd let me, does it?"
"Wouldn't it feel better if I did it for you, Caleb?"
He thought for a moment. "Maybe."
"Please, let me. If you don't like how I do it, I'll stop. Just let me touch it. It looks so-pretty."
He shrugged his shoulders as though it didn't matter to him one way or the other, but from the sparkle in his eyes I knew that he did want me to do it to him. "All right, g'wan an' do it, if it means so much to you."
I dropped down alongside him, settling my knees in the damp grass. My hand was trembling as I reached for Caleb's cock, but before I could touch it he pulled back.
"You gonna tell my Daddy 'bout this?"
'"Course not! I won't tell nobody, Caleb."
"Well ... okay, then. G'wan and do it."
I put my fingers slowly around his prick and tried to make a fist, but its shaft was so thick I couldn't close my hand. I could feel it throbbing against me and the solid warmth of it sent tingles shooting all the way up my arm and straight down into the pit of my belly. My throat was so dry and tight with excitement I felt like I'd just swallowed a bowl of dust. I started to move my hand on him.
"Kee-rist!" he screamed, yanking my hand away before I'd pumped him more than a few seconds. "You tryin' to pull it off, Lauren?"
"I-I'm sorry," I stammered. "I don't know...."
"Soft. Do it soft and easy," he instructed. "Gen tie like. Just slide the skin up and down over the head, like this." He put his fingers over mine and showed me how. "See? Easy. Gentle. When you feel it gettin' harder and startin' to throb like crazy, then do it fast and hard. And," he added with a sly grin that I didn't understand, "you'd better jump back, too, 'cause when this old bugger goes off, it goes off!"
With Caleb's hand guiding mine for the first few minutes, I began to jack him off. It was easy, once I'd learned the correct rhythm. I loved the way that big, solid thing felt as my hand drew the foreskin up and down from the head. I could see how the tip of his big thing was starting to get all slippery and shiny from an almost colorless fluid that was dribbling out of the wide hole. The more I pumped him, the more of that juice ran out, until it was oozing all down Caleb's cock and coating my fingers. It made it easier for me to work him and seemed to increase the pleasure he was getting from it, too, because his groans were getting louder by the second.
"Oh, Laureen!" he moaned. "That sure as shootin' does feel good havin' you do it to me! I never knowed a gal's hand could feel better than my own, but it does! Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm! It sure does!"
His smooth, powerful thighs were steadily opening and closing and I could see the knots of muscles in his legs tensing with each stroke of my hand.
"Should I do it faster now, Caleb?"
"Yeah!" he gasped. "Go on! Won't be long now, honey! I feel that ole juice just a bubblin' away in them balls! Won't be long a'tall now!"
I hadn't the least idea of what was supposed to happen or what this was all leading to. I just thought I was making Caleb feel good, and when he'd had enough he would tell me to stop.
"Like this?" I asked, moving my fingers faster on him.
"Yeah!" he grunted. "Oh, yeah, honey! Like that! Like that! Oh, yeah! Just like that! Mmmmmmmmmm! Dang! That feels so good!"
"Do you want me to play with these, too?"
"Yeah! Play with my balls, too, honey! G'wan! Play with them big, hairy balls! But be careful, hear? Treat 'em just like they was eggs and you didn't wanna break 'em!"
Reaching down between his strong thighs with my other hand, I carefully scooped up the two big nuts and started to work them up and down in my palm the way I'd seen Caleb doing to himself. Whatever that did to him, it sure made him feel a lot better. All of a sudden he started moaning and thrashing around on the grass and arching his backside up toward me.
"Do it!" he groaned. "Real hard now! Real hard and fast, honey! I'm ready! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Am I ever ready!"
My hand moved up and down so fast that my fingers were a blur before my eyes. Caleb's moans and cries of pleasure were coming so loud now that I was afraid they were going to hear him clear back to the house and come running to see if he was hurt. But what he felt wasn't pain; it was the most intense pleasure I'd ever seen on anyone's face. He suddenly threw back his head, arched himself high off the ground, and with a tremendous jerk that almost pulled it out of my grip, his cock began to erupt.
I was so startled as the first hot spurt of white stuff came flying out of his cock that I couldn't even jump out of its way. It struck me right in the face, hitting me hard on the cheek and dribbling slowly down toward my lips. Then another spurt hit me on the nose and a third one right between the eyes.
"Caleb!" I screamed. "What're you doin'? Stop that!"
I dropped my hand from his cock and scrambled back, but letting go of it didn't stop the spurts of white stuff. It just kept flying out of his cock and squirting all over his chest and belly and thighs and beading in his thick bush of pubic hair like giant pearls.
I was appalled by what he was doing. The sticky stuff was running all down my face. Some of it had even dribbled into my mouth and I could taste how sharply salty it was. For some strange reason-maybe because in my inexperience I didn't know any other explanation for what was happening-I thought that boys peed white instead of yellow and that's what Caleb was doing.
"How could you, Caleb Green?" I cried, wiping the awful stuff off my face and onto the grass. "How could you do that to me? I hate you! I just hate you!"
Caleb looked as tuckered out as if he'd just done a full week's work without sleep. His cock had stopped squirting its white stuff and he lay slumped on the grass, breathing heavily through his open mouth. He lifted his head weakly and looked at me with a bashful smile.
"Well now I tole you to stand back, didn't I?" he gasped. "Didn't I warn you, Laureen, what happened when this ole bugger shot off?"
I huddled my arms around myself and scrambled to my feet. "I just hate you for doing that, Caleb Green!" I cried. "I hate you and I ain't never gonna speak to you again as long as I live!"
I heard him calling after me as I turned and ran back toward the house, but I wouldn't have stopped for anything in the world. There was nothing he could say that would make me forgive him, I told myself. Not after what he'd done.
TWO
Later that night, when everyone in the house was sound asleep, I was awakened by the feel of someone shaking me by the shoulders. I was so used to sleeping with Bessie May and Chloe for all those years that even though I now had my own room upstairs-thanks to my older sisters who'd left home-I paid no attention at first. I thought it was just one of the younger girls trying to wake me to take her to the outhouse.
"Laureen!" a male voice whispered in the darkness. "Wake up, will you?"
My eyes blinked open as I recognized the voice. My head shot off the pillow and I started to cry out, "Ca-!"
His big hand clamped roughly over my mouth, cutting off the rest of his name. "Shhhhhhhhh!" he warned. "For shootin' sake, Laureen, You wanna wake the whole house?"
"What do you want, Caleb Green?" I whispered angrily, when he let his hand go from my mouth. "I tole you I never wanted to speak to you no more and I meant it! Now you just get out of my bedroom before I scream for my Ma! If she tells Daddy Luke you was in here, he'll whup you good when he gets back!"
"Will you just listen to me for a minute?" he pleaded. "I wanna explain 'bout what happened this afternoon down at the pond."
"I don't care to listen, thank you."
"Well you're gonna listen!" he said angrily, squeezing me so hard by the arm he made me squeal with hurt. "I don't think you understand an' I wanna explain about it so you won't feel so bad towards me."
"All right," I challenged. "Explain. If you can."
"Not here."
"Why not?"
"Someone might wake up an' hear us talkin'," he argued. "Get some clothes on an' come outside with me. We can talk out behind the barn."
I couldn't really stay angry-with Caleb. Liked him too much for that. And besides, I thought, I was interested in hearing him explain why he'd done that awful thing to me.
"All right," I said. "But you go first. I don't have nothing on under this nightdress an' you ain't supposed to see me naked."
"That's not fair," he said with a grin that I could see even in the dim light of the bedroom. When those teeth of his sparkled, they were like dancing moonbeams. "I mean, considerin' how naked you already seen me!"
I felt my cheeks starting to blush and hoped he wouldn't see. "You go on now," I said, "before I change my mind 'bout comin' with you."
When he'd left the room I scrambled out of bed and slipped off my nightdress. I took my daytime dress off the back of the chair and slipped into it. I was about to put on my panties, too, then thought it really didn't matter if I was wearing them or not. We'd only be outside for a little while, I figured, and Caleb certainly wouldn't be able to see up my dress in the dark, no matter how brightly the moon was shining.
I crept out of my room and down the old creaking stairs, taking them carefully one at a time so I wouldn't wake Ma. She had an ear for sounds like a nighthawk and I knew it would be difficult explaining where I was going and why if she caught me. As soon as I was out of the house, I ran barefoot across the yard and down to the barn. Just as he'd promised, Caleb was there waiting for me.
"What took you so long?" he gasped. "I was sure as shootin' your Ma'd woke up an' caught you sneakin' out!"
"That's why it took so long," I smiled. "I had to be careful and quiet so she wouldn't."
"Come on over here and sit down," he suggested, motioning me toward a pile of loose hay. When I had, he fidgeted around for a long while before starting to speak. When he did, the words tumbled quickly from him in one embarrassed blurt. "What all d'you know 'bout fellas, Laureen?" he demanded.
"What d'you mean?" I didn't understand. "Well, what d'you know?"
"Not much," I confessed. "You're really the first fella I've knowed, Caleb."
"I am?" He seemed surprised.
"'Course you are!" I laughed. "Where else d'you think I was gonna meet any fellas 'round here?"
"Oh, well then!" He began to smile. "That explains it!"
"Explains what?"
"Tell me what you think happened this afternoon, Laureen. I mean, when I shot off all over you. What d'you think that stuff was?"
I looked away from him, feeling a return of anger. "Pee," I whispered harshly.
"It weren't pee," he said, turning my face back around so I had to look into his eyes. "It was jizz."
"Jizz?"
He could see I hadn't the faintest notion what he was talking about. "That's what they call that white stuff," he explained. "Jizz. It's what comes outta a fella's prick after you jack it for a while."
"It's not-pee?" I was amazed. And confused.
"No," he laughed, "it sure ain't! You think my pee's any different color than yours?"
I started to blush again, hoping he wouldn't realize that's just what I thought. "What's-jizzfor?"
"Ain't you never heard of jizz before?" he laughed.
"If I had, Caleb, I wouldn't be askin' you now, would I?"
He saw I was getting angry and reached out to stroke his hand slowly through my hair. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad at me. I guess livin' out here in the hills all your life you ain't had much chance to find out stuff like that."
"I ain't had chance to find out nothin'!" I said emphatically. "Sometimes I wish I could just up and run off, the way my sisters done. There's a whole world waitin' out there for me to discover an' here I sit!"
"You'll see the world in time," he said, and the tone of his voice sounded almost as if he meant it.
"How'd you learn so much?"
"I been to school three years," he boasted.
"I never been," I had to confess. "Is that where they teach you about-jizz? In school?"
"Shoot, no!" Caleb laughed. "I learnt that from a buddy of mine named Clem Parker!-If you thought I shot a lotta jizz, you should get a look at ole Clem do it!"
"I don't think I'd like to," I said. "What's it for, anyway? You were gonna tell me."
"It's to make babies, of course!" he grinned.
My mouth must have dropped halfway down to my knees. "What!" I gasped. "How?"
"Well...." He started to fidget again and shuffle his feet back and forth. "When a fella makes jizz and a gal makes jizz an' it gets mixed together, it makes babies."
"That's a fie, Caleb Green!" I declared emphatically, "I know it's a lie, 'cause I seen my Ma when she was gonna have babies an' they was inside her!"
"Well how in tarnation d'you think the babies got inside her, stupid?"
"I-don't know...."
"They got there 'cause your Pa put his jizz inside her, that's how!"
"How?" I persisted.
Caleb started to smile and his hand stroked once again through my long black hair. "Now how d'you think it got there, Laureen? Ain't you got no imagination?"
I had a vague notion beginning to form in my mind as I remembered that creaking, thudding bed upstairs and how often I'd heard my folks carrying on.
"I-guess not. Do you know?"
"Sure I know!" he laughed. "Your Pa stuck his prick in her, that's how!"
I recoiled in horror at the thought, yet it was just what my own suspicions had been leading me to. "Don't it hurt!"
Caleb shrugged his shoulders like a man of the world. "I dunno. Sometimes, I guess, if the fella's prick's too big, maybe."
I remembered the way I'd often heard Ma screaming and carrying on while the bed was thumping over my head. Those hadn't been screams of pain she'd been making, but cries of extreme pleasure.
"Caleb...?"
"Huh?"
"Is-is your prick too big?"
"For what?" He had a blank look on his face. A sudden thought crossed my mind and I asked. "Did you ever do it, Caleb?"
"Do what?" he muttered, turning away from me. "Stick your prick inside a gal. Did you?"
"What's it to you?"
I knew by his answer that he hadn't and suddenly I knew just how I could get him to love me the way I loved him. "Would-would you like to do it to me, Caleb?" I whispered softly.
He gulped so hard I thought he was going to swallow his Adam's apple. "You mean-stick it in you?"
I nodded my head slowly upland down. "You mean you'd let me?"
"If you'd like."
"Kee-rist!" he laughed, slapping himself on the forehead, with the flat of his hand. "I sure as shootin' would like to, Laureen!"
"You would?" I exclaimed with delight. "You really would?"
"That's all I been thinkin' about since the first day me an' my Daddy came here!" he grinned. "It's what I was thinkin' about when you caught me jackin' off down at the pond this afternoon!"
"Really, Caleb?"
"Honest to gosh!"
We looked into each other's eyes for a long moment in silence, then Caleb put his hand gently on the back of my neck and drew me toward him. Our lips met softly in a kiss and I could feel my insides starting to tingle with excitement as our mouths parted and he touched his tongue against mine. I threw myself against him, wrapping my arms around his back and pressing the fullness of my tits into his chest.
"Oh, Caleb!" I moaned. "You do like me! You do!"
"I sure as hell do!" he laughed. We kissed again for a long while, then Caleb suggested, "Why don't we take off our clothes? My prick's so hard and throbbin' away so strong it feels like it's gonna bust right through my pants if I don't take 'em off!"
"I don't have much to take off," I confessed. "All I'm wearin' is this dress."
"That's wonderful!" he laughed. "Stand up and take it off for me! Let me see you naked, Laureen. I never-"
He didn't finish what he'd started to say, but I knew he'd been about to confess he was as inexperienced about seeing a gal's naked body as I had been about a fella's until this afternoon.
I stood up and slowly opened the buttons on the front of my dress. I pushed the front of it over my shoulders and let it fall very, very slowly down over my tits. Caleb had quickly shucked out of his pants and when he caught his first glimpse of my big, firm tits and their rock-hard nipples I saw his prick jump wildly with excitement.
"Do you like them?" I murmured, putting my hands in under the two hard mounds and hefting them slowly up and down so they would jiggle and bounce for him. The frantic throbbing of his prick against his belly was all the answer I needed to that question!
"Take your dress all the way down, Laureen," he said in a choked voice. "Lemme see the rest of you."
I held my eyes fast to his and smiled as I opened the rest of the buttons and my dress fell in a soft rustle to my feet. I stepped free of it and moved up close to Caleb, so that my furry bush was almost level with his face.
"Keeeeeee-rist!" he whistled. "Will you looka that!"
"Do you like it?" I was afraid maybe he would think I was too hairy down there and not like me.
"I never seen nothin' so beautiful in all my life, Laureen!" he gasped. His eyes darted wildly up and down my furry slit. "Can I touch it?"
"Well of course!" I giggled. "If you're gonna stick your prick in it, you'll have to touch it sometime, won't you? Go on! It won't bite you!"
His hand reached slowly up and I saw his fingers trembling as he placed them between my legs. I jumped at the first touch of his fingertips against my cunt. It was like I'd been shocked by electricity. The ripple of it ran all the way up to the top of my head.
"Beautiful!" he murmured, stroking slowly up and down through the hairy fringe. "It's so soft and curly!"
"Stick your finger inside it if you'd like to, Caleb."
"Can I?"
"'Course! You don't have to ask permission to do everything, Caleb!"
Slowly, working his fingers through my bush until he found the hole, Caleb began to work his thick middle one up into my cunt. I tensed at first, but it felt so good that by the time he had the finger all the way in me I was completely relaxed and enjoying the feel of him up there.
"How does it feel?" I asked.
His eyes were open so wide it looked like they were going to pop their sockets. "It's-it's so tight and wet!" he gasped. "And it feels so good!"
"Just think how it's gonna feel when you stick your prick in there, Caleb."
"I know! I know!" At the rememberance of what we were going to do, his prick started flopping wildly back and forth against his belly and for a moment I was afraid he was getting so excited that he was going to shoot his jizz all over himself again before he'd even had a chance to put that big, hard thing in me.
I knew from the way his finger felt-so good that I wanted Caleb's prick inside me more than anything else in the world. Not just because it was so much longer and thicker than his finger, but because it was part of him and by taking it inside myself I would be bringing him that much closer to me. I wanted all of him I could take.
"Let's do it now, Caleb I whispered. "Please? I don't think I can wait much longer."
"Me, neither!" he panted.
He pulled his finger out of me and I got down on the soft pile of hay. Caleb scrambled over me and lay between my legs with his rock-hard prick pressed flat on top of my belly. We kissed frantically for a long moment, our tongues Working back and forth inside each other's mouth, then he pulled away and reached down to get a grip on himself. He aimed the huge head of his cock toward my hole, pressed forward, and it began to go into me.
I had to bite down on my lip to keep from screaming as the hugeness of him filled me. I knew it was big to look at, but being shoved inside me made it seem even twice as big! It hurt like the devil at first, as the thick shaft stretched my cunt lips so wide apart I wondered if they'd ever close shut again when he took it out. He got about halfway into me when suddenly he encountered resistance.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I don't know. It's like I'm stuck. Like there's somethin' blockin' my way."
"Push harder," I suggested.
He grit his teeth and shoved the full weight of his powerful body into the lunge. I felt like something broke inside me, tore right apart, and I couldn't help crying out with pain.
"Are you okay, Laureen?" he asked, worried.
"I-think-so," I gasped. He was all the way in me now. I could feel those two big, hairy balls dangling against my ass. "Just don't move it for a minute, Caleb, please. I gotta catch my breath."
He lay flat on top of me, not even blinking, for several minutes as I felt the pain slowly ebb away and the most intense pleasure I'd ever felt in my life slowly take its place.
"All right now," I murmured, clutching my arms around his neck. "I think it'll be all right now, Caleb."
He pulled back slowly, until he was almost all the way out of me, then slowly thrust the full length of his prick back into my hole. "How'd that feel?" he asked.
"Good!" I whimpered. "Do it again! Please!"
I felt ripples of pleasure run all the way up to my belly as he drew the big thing out and then thrust it back in. In and out. In and out. Time and time again he put his heavy cock into my hole and drew it out, and each time he did it the feeling got better and better.
"Is it okay?"
"Oh, yes!" I sobbed, squeezing my arms tightly around his back. "Yes, Caleb! Yes! Do it to me! Do it just like it was my hand! Do it faster. Do it harder!"
As he picked up his strokes, I had to bite down into his shoulder to keep from screaming like a stuck pig. It felt so good! At last I knew what had made Ma and Pa carry on like that upstairs! I couldn't blame them for screaming and grunting and making the bed shake like that, even if there were a whole houseful of kids to hear them. When something felt that good, it didn't matter who heard or what else happened in the world, as long as the feeling went on and on and on and on!
"Laureen!" he suddenly gasped. "I-I think I'm gonna shoot! I can feel the jizz comin'! I don't think I can hold it back!"
Something was happening inside me, too. It felt like a volcano was rumbling higher and higher, its lava about to flood right over the top.
"Oh, God!" Caleb panted, thrusting in and out of me with such hard, quick strokes that I no longer knew whether he was on his way in or out. All I could feel was the steady, throbbing pressure of that cock pumping inside me! That ... and the volcano about to burst. "Oh, God! Oh, my God! Laureen! Oh-my-God!"
He shoved down hard, burying the full length of his prick in me. I felt it quiver and shake violently against the walls of my cunt, then start to gush its hot white stuff right into me.
"Caleb! Oh, Caleb! Yes! Yes! Yessssssssss!"
My hips flew up from the ground and with a wild tremor the volcano broke through at last. I felt hot, sticky syrup pouring out of me, running down all over Caleb's prick and out my hole onto the hay. Again and again and again the inner membranes opened and contracted around his prick, squeezing more and more juice from my hole as I shuddered in under him in the full throes of my very first orgasm.
When at last we had both stopped coming, he pulled slowly out of me and rolled over onto his back, gasping for breath. I lay alongside him for a long while without the strength to utter a word.
"Caleb?" I whispered at last. "You don't think we made a baby, do you?"
"'Course not!" he laughed. "You gotta be married for that to happen!"
"Oh." I thought about it for a moment and it seemed to make sense. Then another idea crossed my mind. I reached out and took his softened prick gently in my fingers and began to play with it. "Caleb...?" I murmured.
"Hmmmmm?"
"Bet you can't do it again!" I teased. "Oh, yeah?"
"Betcha can't!" I laughed.
As I felt him staring to harden against my fingers and he rolled over on top of me, I knew it was one bet I'd be more than happy to lose!
THREE
By the time we'd finished for the night, Caleb had screwed me on the soft bed of hay at least five times. No sooner would he shoot off inside me and take it out, than the sight of my hot young body laying naked beside him would get that big prick of his stirring all over again and he'd be right back in me for more. I didn't mind in the least. The more he fucked me, the more I got to loving the feel of the hot, hard thing of him pumping away inside my hole. I'd never imaged that anything could feel so good. The more he did it to me, the more I liked it ... and the more I wanted him to keep right on doing it.
I think before we went back to the house Caleb could have given it to me still another time-making it an even half-dozen times he'd fucked me. That monster-sized cock of his was still ready for action. Even as he was putting it back inside his pants I could see it was still semi-erect and quivering for more of the feel of my juicy slit squeezing it and rubbing it all over as he pushed it in and out of me. But the sun was starting to come up and I knew it wouldn't be much longer before Ma and my sisters were getting up for the day. It would be easier and safer for both Caleb and me if nobody knew we'd been outside together for most of the night.
"I'd best be gettin' inside now," I told him, cradling his head against my tits as I bent down to kiss him softly on the lips.
"Can we do it some more tomorrow night, Laureen?" he asked hopefully.
"What do you think?" I giggled. "You want to?" He seemed surprised that I'd enjoyed what we'd done as much as he had.
"Of course I do!" I laughed. I reached down and gently squeezed his softened cock. "Now that I know what this big thing's for, I'll be puttin' it to work every chance I get!"
"Gosh, that's great, Laureen!" he. enthused. "'Cause I sure love doin' it to you! I never knowed anythin' could feel so good as that hole of yours!"
From the sparkle in his eye, I knew he wanted to do it again. I kissed him, then scrambled away before he'd got the notion too strong and I wouldn't be able to resist. Once that long, thick cock of his got all hard and throbbing for some fuck, I was putty in Caleb's hands. I just couldn't resist letting him stick that big thing in me; not when I knew how good it was going to feel having him use it on me.
"Tomorrow," I promised. "Right now, I'd best get in before Ma finds out I'm not in my bed. You wait out here for a little while," I suggested. "Just to be sure it's safe."
He understood and agreed it would be best if he waited outside a few minutes before following me into the house. We both understood the dangers involved in having my Ma or Daddy Luke discover what we were up to.
I'd no sooner crept back into the house, however, than I ran smack into Ma. She was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, almost hidden in the early morning shadows. There was a coffee cup in front of her and from the litter of cigarette butts in an adjoining saucer I knew at once that she'd been there several hours, at least.
"Why ... Ma!" I gasped in surprise. "What're you doin' up at this hour?"
"Might be better if n I asked you that question, Laureen." Her eyes were hard and cold as they stared across the kitchen table at me. The tone of her voice left little doubt she was mad, too. Hopping mad.
"Why I-I-" I stammered helplessly for words.
"D'you know how long I been sittin' here, waitin' on you?" she demanded, then answered her own question. "Since two o'clock, Laureen. For four hours I been sittin' an' smokin' an' wonderin' if I was ever gonna see you alive again or if n you'd run off, like your older sisters."
"Ma, I wouldn't go nowhere without tellin' you," I said softly. "I just couldn't sleep, that's all. I thought maybe if I went outside for some air...."
"Air?" she said, cracking her voice like a whiplash. "Don't you stand there an' try to tell me you went out for no air, Laureen Jones! Don't forget I been a gal your age once an' I know pretty well what you was up to."
"I don't understand, Ma...."
"Where's Caleb at?" she demanded. Her eyes were like chunks of solid ice as they confronted mine.
"Caleb?" I said with a gulp. "I-I don't know, Ma. Ain't he in his room?"
"No, he ain't. Soon's I found you was gone, I checked his room. He ain't been in his bed all night."
"Well I don't...." I began, but at just that moment the kitchen door opened and Caleb himself stepped inside. Ma seized the chance to catch him off-guard quick as a flash.
"Well, speak of the Devil!" she laughed, giving Caleb a big smile so he wouldn't suspect what she was up to. I tried warning him with my eyes, but he didn't look at me. "Come on in, son!" Ma invited. "My little gal's just been tellin' me all about you two."
"She has?" Caleb gulped.
"Sure! Why not? I'm her Ma, ain't I? Gals always tell their Ma about the first time a fella screws 'em." She smiled and gave Caleb a wink. "Don't look so embarrassed, son!" she laughed. "What you'n Laureen done's perfectly natural, ain't it?"
He started to grin and I felt my stomach dropping out inside me. If only his brain was as big as his cock, I thought in disgust, we might have carried it off. But Caleb had fallen right into Ma's trap and the big, foolish grin spread across his handsome face was all the confession of guilt she needed.
"Yeah," he grinned, "I guess it sure nuff is!"
Ma's smile fell away so quickly that Caleb realized in an instant how he'd been fooled. "Now you listen to me, son," she rasped, "an' you listen good. You'n my Laureen's the next thing to being kin, an' I ain't gonna sit by an' hold my peace while you mess around with her. I don't know how long you two been goin' at it, but-"
"Ma, we never...."
She shot me a sharp look that made my tongue freeze inside my mouth, then returned to Caleb."But I ain't gonna let it go on no more," she continued. "Soon's your Daddy gets back, I aim to tell him 'bout this."
"Ma, no!" I cried. "Please! We won't do it no more!"
Caleb's jaw set with determination. "Don't beg none for me, Laureen," he said softly. "Ifn your Ma wants to tell my Daddy an' if he wants to whup me for what we done, it's okay with me. But I ain't ashamed of what happened an' I ain't gonna have you cryin' none for my sake." He stared Ma down hard. "You tell 'im if you want," he said firmly, "but no matter how much he whups me, I ain't gonna say I'm sorry an' I ain't gonna say I'm ashamed. I love Laureen an' if I gotta take my punishment 'cause of that it's okay by me."
Without another word, he turned and walked out of the kitchen. Ma and I were quiet for a long spell afterwards, then she looked at me and I sawa glow of something like pride shining in her eyes.
"Well, honey," she said softly, "looks like you found yourself a man who loves you."
"He does, Ma!" I swore. "And I love him right back!"
"I should've knowed somethin' like this was gonna happen," she said sadly. "Bringin' a boy his age into a house fulla gals just wasn't a good idea at all. I guess it's more my fault than yours."
"Ma, why is it anybody's fault?" I pleaded. "If Caleb loves me and I love him, why is it wrong?"
"'Cause you're almost kin!" she snapped angrily.
"But we're not!" I argued. "Not really, Ma. I don't see where it makes no difference...."
"Ain't I married to his Daddy?" she shouted. "Don't that make you close enough kin?"
"But my Pa was different than Caleb's," I persisted, and he had a different Ma. There ain't no blood between us...."
"Don't make no difference!" she insisted. "Now that I'm married to Caleb's Daddy it makes you'n him brother an' sister! Ain't no marriage between brother an' sister gonna take place under my roof, Laureen Jones! Not as long as I'm alive to stop it."
"Then maybe we'll go somewhere else to get married!" I cried, and stormed out of the kitchen before Ma could stop me.
It was the first time I'd ever voiced my thoughts about leaving home. Although most of my sisters had run off and begun to make lives for themselves in the world, I'd never thought of my future as being any other place than the farm I'd been born and raised on. I had dreams of what other places and other people were like, of course, but never any clear ideas on how I could reach them. Now, in the course of that one night, I did.
Caleb could take me away. A girl of fifteen on her own in the world was asking for trouble, but with a strong man along to protect her it seemed there wasn't anything they couldn't do together. Caleb and I could go to the big cities, I thought, Places like Louisville! Little Rock! Atlanta! All the magic names of far-away places I'd often dreamed about!
There was only one problem I could see standing in our way and that was money. Without it, Caleb and I wouldn't get very far. But with it. only the moon was out of our reach. And I knew just where Caleb and I could lay our hands on all the money we'd ever need.
True to her word, Ma told Daddy Luke about Caleb and me as soon as he got back to the farm. I was working with Chloe and Bessie May in the kitchen at the time and I could hear the old man snorting and grunting with anger, as Ma whispered to him in the sitting room. Suddenly the kitchen door burst open and Daddy Luke stormed through it. He snatched his ugly black strap off the back of the door and started toward me with it.
"Not her!" Ma screamed, rushing into the kitchen just as Daddy Luke grabbed me by the arm. "Don't you do nothin' to her, Luke! It's the boy needs punishin'."
"Boy can't do nothin' on his own!" Daddy Luke snorted. "He needs a gal's help to do what them two done."
"I said leave her be!" Ma insisted, pulling Daddy Luke's hand away from my arm. "You go tend to your Caleb; I'll tend to my gals."
The old man's face glowered at me and I knew he was just aching to get at me with his strap, but Ma was persistent and in the end he stormed out of the kitchen without touching me.
"I hope you learned your lesson from this, Laureen," Ma said. "Next time I won't stop him if n he wants to whup you."
As I watched through the kitchen window as Daddy Luke went for Caleb and took him inside the barn, I almost wished he had taken some of his anger out on me with the strap. As it was, Caleb got both our shares of it. I cringed inside and my heart ached for Caleb as I heard Daddy Luke shouting and carrying on in the barn, slashing that long black strap across his son's behind time and time and time again. Not a single cry came from Caleb throughout the whole beating, however. He took his punishment like a man, without ever once giving his father the satisfaction of hearing a cry of pain. When Daddy Luke came out of the barn at last, he looked more worn-out than Caleb, who came out immediately behind him with his head held high and his jaw set firmly together. I saw his eyes dart toward the house for an instant, as though to see if I'd been watching and listening and knew how well he'd taken his punishment for my sake. I felt my heart surge with love for him in that instant and knew without a doubt that I was going to set the plan running through my mind into motion as soon as I possibly could.
That night, I waited until I heard the moaning and grunting noises coming from Ma's room before slipping out of mine. I knew what was happening to make those noises now and the thought of Daddy Luke doing to Ma what Caleb had done to me was enough to make me sick. How could she let a filthy, smelly old thing like him get inside her, I wondered? How could she feel any pleasure in it, with a man like Daddy Luke doing it to her?
I crept downstairs and opened the door to the little room Caleb slept in. He was asleep and for a few moments I just stared at his handsome face in the moonlight coming through the window. His body was covered only halfway by the sheet and his skin seemed to glisten like polished marble in the dim light. I felt desire for him racing through me and that now-familiar tingle beginning to quiver between my legs. Shucking off my nightdress, I slipped into bed alongside Caleb and reached down for his prick. It was soft when I touched it, but even as he slept it began to harden by itself while my fingers moved it gently up and down. He had a full, throbbing hard-on by the time his eyes finally blinked open.
"Laureen!" he gasped. "What-?"
"Shhhhhhhhh!" I giggled, giving his prick a playful squeeze. "It's all right, Caleb, don't worry."
"If they catch you in here-"
"They won't," I assured him. "They're busy." I motioned with my head toward the upstairs ceiling. Even from Caleb's room, on the opposite side of the house from Ma's, the sound of the thumping mattress and Daddy Luke's deep, grunting noises could be clearly heard. "See? They're doin' it, too!"
"They sure are!" Caleb grinned. I felt his prick start to throb violently in the grip of my fingers as he listened to his father groan and grunt and carry on like he wanted to fuck my Ma right through the old mattress they slept on. "You sure gotta hand it to my Daddy, don'tcha!" he laughed under his breath. "For an old coot like him, he sure got energy in 'im!"
"I don't want to talk about how Daddy Luke does it, Caleb," I murmured against his ear. "I'd rather talk about how you do it."
He stared at me for a long moment with a devilish grin spread across his face from ear to ear, then suddenly rolled me over onto my back and mounted me. His cock was as hard as a bar of steel as he bent it down and pushed the head against the opening to my hole, but I was ready for him and when he rammed forward, the full length of that big, thick thing went into me as easily as a hot knife into a tub of butter. I sighed with contentment and squeezed my thighs tightly around him.
"Oh, Caleb!" I moaned. "That feels so good! I love that hard thing of yours inside me!"
"You're the one who feels good!" he grinned. "So wet and tight and slippery! Ummmmmmmmmmmmm!" He began to push and pull, thrusting his big prick in and out of me with steadily mounting strokes. I could feel his huge balls slapping against the cheeks of my ass each time Caleb thrust his cock into me. "I could fuck this hot pussy of yours forever, Laureen!" he swore.
"Do it, Caleb!" I sighed. "Do it to me! Oh, yes! Yes! Do it to me!"
"Like this?" he grunted, slamming the full length of his hot cock inside me.
"Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, yes!"
"An' like this, too?" He began to wriggle his cock inside me at the same time he pumped steadily in and out, so that I felt him striking the walls of my cunt from every direction.
"Aaaggghhhhhhhh!" I sobbed, feeling as though my body was being charged full of electricity. "Yes! Like that, Caleb! Oh, just like that! Do it to me! Yes, oh yes!"
His mouth fastened onto my neck and he began to chew at the tender flesh. His teeth nipped down into my skin, biting gently, and the suction of his mouth made me feel like all the blood in my veins was rushing toward that one spot he was kissing and sucking. His hard, smooth chest slid steadily back and forth across my aroused tits as he continued to pump and pump and pump away with that cock in my hole.
The bed under us was starting to shake and rock back and forth against the wall as Caleb's motions grew more and more frantic with the swell of excitement shooting through us both. He was lunging in and out of me so fast now that all I could feel was the steady, constant pressure of that big cock moving against my cunt. I didn't know if he had it all the way in or was pulling it back for another thrust. The feeling had all blurred into one wild, hot sensation burning through my hole.
"Laureen!" he suddenly gasped, after he'd been screwing me about five minutes. "I'm-I'm gonna shoot! I feel it!"
"Hold on, Caleb!" I whimpered. "Wait for me! I'm so close, too!"
"I'll try," he grunted, "but I don't know if I can! I gotta shoot so bad I feel like my balls are gonna bust!"
"Just hang on, honey!" I gasped. I thrust myself up at him, lifting my ass off the mattress, and began to squeeze and massage his cock with the slippery walls of my cunt. Drawing back slightly from him, I worked the big thing in and out of myself until the thick ridge around the head of his cock was making my throbbing clitoris do everything but sing and dance. I could feel the hot pressure building inside me, coming nearer and nearer to the surface with each stroke of Caleb's prick.
"Now, Caleb!" I gasped, as the bubble inside me suddenly burst and I felt the hot juice from my hole oozing down around his prick. "Shoot now, honey! Shoot all that jizz right in me! Now! Oh, now, honey! Shoot all that hot jizz now!"
With a wild, almost savage thrust, Caleb drove the full length of his prick into my hole. I felt the big thing quiver two or three times, then suddenly begin to erupt.
"Oh, God"-Caleb cried. "Oh, my God! Laureen! Ohhhhhhhhh! Oh, baby! Oh, my God! I'm-I'm shooting! All over you! In you! Feel that jizz! Feel it, baby?"
How could I not feel it! It was like a long, thick fire hose had been turned on inside my cunt! Each time that big thing of his trembled, another hot spurt of his jizz shot up my hole, until there was so much inside me that it was starting to dribble out through the wide-flared lips around the base of his cock and run slowly down over his balls into a thick puddle on the sheet under us. And still Caleb gave me more!
"Gawd Amighty!" he laughed, when at last he'd stopped shooting and pulled slowly out of me. He looked down at the wet pool of jizz seeping through the sheet and shook his head. "When your Ma sees that, he grinned, "I'd best get my ass ready for another whuppin' from my Daddy!"
I looked hard into his eyes and reached out to squeeze his arm. "Your Daddy ain't gonna whup you no more, Caleb," I promised.
"No?" he chuckled. "You plannin' on takin' my place next time?"
"I mean there won't be a next time. Not for you; not for either of us."
"But when your Ma sees this slop all over the sheets...."
"She won't see it 'til she does the wash next Monday," I said with determination, "and by then, Caleb, you 'n' me's gonna be far, far away from this farm and everybody on it."
He seemed amused. "Oh, yeah? Where we goin', Laureen?"
"I don't know! Anywhere! Away! Does it matter as long as we get outta here?"
"How about New York City?" he grinned. "If we want to, yeah!"
"Maybe Paris, France?"
I could tell by the mocking look on his face that he wasn't taking me a bit seriously. "Caleb, I mean it!" I swore. "We're gettin' out of here! You 'n' me! The both of us!"
A dark frown began to crease his handsome face as he began to realize I wasn't kidding. "You mean like....run off together?"
"Yes! That's just what I mean!" I squeezed his arm tighter. "Caleb, didn't you say just a little while ago that you could screw my pussy forever? Didn't you say those very words?"
"Well ... yeah, but-"
"Didn't you mean it?"
"Sure I meant it!" he swore. "But-"
"Do you love me enough to marry me, Caleb?"
"Yeah...."
He answered a bit hesitantly, but I knew from the look in his eyes that he wasn't lying. He was just nervous about what I might be getting him into.
"Then we'll run away and get married!" I laughed happily.
"Why do we have to run away, Laureen?"
"You don't think my Ma or Daddy Luke would let us get married if we stayed here, do you?" I reminded him. "You know the way they feel-like we're kin 'n' all. They'd never allow it. Besides," I added with a challenge to my voice, "what's here to keep us?"
"Well...." Caleb said hesitantly, "my Daddy's gettin' old an' I'm all he's got left. If I run off like my brothers done, who's gonna take care of him? Who'll do the hard work around this place?"
"What do you care?" I snapped. "After the whupping he gave you this morning, does it matter to you what happens to him?"
"Sure it does, Laureen!" he insisted. "He's still my Daddy, ain't he? He only whupped me 'cause he thought I done wrong. I can't hold that against him. I'd do the same thing to one of my kids if I thought they'd done wrong."
"All right then," I muttered angrily, "I guess you've made your choice, then. You love your Daddy more'n you love me, so you just stay with him, Caleb Green! But I'm goin'!"
I started to scramble out of the bed, but Caleb caught my arm and held me back. "Where you gonna go all on your own, Laureen?" he demanded.
I struggled to break free of him. "What's it matter to you? You think more of your Daddy than you do of me, anyway, don't you?"
"No! I'd do anything for you, Laureen! Anything!"
"Then run off with me!"
He gulped hard. "Where'd we go without no money?" he argued.
"I've got that all worked out, too, Caleb!" I swore.
"Yeah? How?"
"I know where we can get all the money we'll need to get far away from this place and never have to come back."
"Where?" he asked suspiciously. "In Carverville," I grinned. "In the bank where Daddy Luke keeps his money."
"Wh-what...?"
"You could get it, Caleb! I know you could! They know you at the bank, don't they? Daddy Luke often sends you over there to draw some out or put some in, don't he?"
"Yeah...."
"Well, if you went in there tomorrow morning and said your Daddy told you to draw out all his money, they'd let you do it, wouldn't they?"
"Steal from my Daddy?" Caleb gasped.
"Why not? It ain't like he ever worked hard for that money. You're the one who really deserves it, Caleb. You're the one who's broke his back workin' hard all these years, not him."
"I couldn't, Laureen! I just couldn't steal my Daddy's money!"
"All right, then!" I snapped angrily. "Stay here with him until you're just like him, but don't expect me to stay!"
I started to pull away from him again, but this time Caleb didn't move to stop me. Thinking quickly, I remembered an old saying Ma used to tell us about catching more flies with honey than with vinegar. If I couldn't appeal to Caleb through logical arguments, I thought, there was another way I could get him to do whatever I wanted.
I moved back onto the bed and straddled him with my legs, squatting down on his haunches with his softened cock right below my still-wet cunt. Reaching down for the soft thing, I pressed it to my hole and began to rub it slowly up and down the fur-lined crack.
"I wish you was comin' with me, Caleb," I murmured softly. "You 'n' me could sure have some fine times for ourselves with all that money. Just think about it."
"I am thinkin'," he muttered. He didn't have to tell me. I knew from the way his prick was starting to harden and throb back and forth against my waiting cunt.
"It's a shame you won't be with me, to do all them nice things we both like so much," I teased. "I sure can't think of any other man doin' those things to me an' makin' me feel half so good as you do, Caleb."
"What other man?" he demanded, his prick suddenly surging up against me like a rocket about to fire.
"Oh, I don't know," I murmured, "but I guess I'll have to find some man to take care of me, if you won't do it."
"I don't want no other man touchin' you, Laureen!" he swore angrily. "Not ever! You're my gal!"
"Then come with me, Caleb," I breathed softly. I moved his cock until the swollen head of it was pressing right against the opening of my hole. He started to thrust upward, to get inside me, but I drew back and kept him out until he gave me the answer I wanted.
"Please, Laureen" he begged, "lemme do it just one more time. It feels so dang good!"
"You can do it to me all you want," I smiled. "If you come with me." I ground my hips slowly across his thighs, just to make sure he realized what all he'd be missing if he let me go off on my own.
"All right!" he gasped, unable to stand the strain any longer. "I'll do it! I'll come with you!"
"And you'll get the money from the bank tomorrow, too?"
He hesitated, but as I worked my cunt suddenly against his throbbing, waiting prick he gasped and choked out, "Yes! I'll get it!"
"Good boy!" I smiled. "That's all I wanted to hear! Now you can do it to me again!" I lifted myself up and began to settle slowly down on his thick, hard cock. "You won't be sorry; I promise!"
FOUR
I don't know how I managed to get through that next day without letting on to Ma and my sisters that anything out of the ordinary was happening. Several times I felt like breaking down in tears as I realized that most likely I'd never see any of them again and there was no way of letting them know how much I loved them without giving away my plans. I had to act as though it was just another day, with chores to be done and hours to be got through until it was time for bed.
My insides were knotted like a ball of yarn after a kitten's played with it. I kept wondering if Caleb had got the money from the bank and if there'd been any problems. I knew he was so nervous and uncertain about what he had to do that the least difficulty might completely shatter what little courage I'd managed to build up to him. He wasn't at all as enthusiastic about leaving the farm as I was, but that didn't matter too much. Once we had the money, I told myself, and were on our way, Caleb would see that I'd be right. If not, and if he wanted to split and go back to take care of his Daddy, that would be all right with me, too. As long as he left my share of the money so I'd be able to go on by myself.
The realization that it really didn't matter very much whether Caleb stayed with me or not was. a startling one at first, but once I'd let it start growing in my mind I realized it was true. He was handsome as the Devil himself, yes, and sure knew how to make me feel good when he had that big thing of his inside me and was fucking away. But I needed more than that from a man I'd want to spend the rest of my life with. I wanted someone who could think for himself and who had as strong a sense of adventure and restlessness with life as I had myself. Sadly, Caleb failed to live up to my expectations on both those counts.
He really belonged on a farm like ours, I thought. Stuck way out in the sticks with some gal who wouldn't want or need anything more than steady, night-after-night screwing and food on the table.
But me-that was a different story!
I wanted to live! I wanted to visit all the faraway places I'd heard and read about, but never dreamed I'd ever see. I wanted to wear clothes that weren't made of patterned cotton from feed sacks or third-time hand-me-downs from my oldest sisters. I wanted to eat in fancy restaurants and be driven around in long, expensive cars. I wanted U. wear fur coats and costly jewels. I wanted men to fight over me and the best of them take me to bed for some hard, good loving.
I knew I couldn't get all these things from the amount of money Caleb was getting at the bank, but at least it would be a start. At least it would get me on my way. The rest of what I wanted would come naturally, with time and the right opportunities. I felt as though my destiny was somewhere out there in the world calling to me and I had no reason to doubt that it was going to be something good. It certainly couldn't be any worse than what I already had!
By nightfall I was a nervous wreck. Caleb hadn't come back to the house since leaving for Carverville early that morning, but that was part of our plan. We'd agreed that once he got the money, he'd go straight to the old mill, about a mile or two down the road from our farm. It was deserted now, with plenty of places for him to hide if Daddy Luke came looking for him. Fortunately, though, the old man seemed safely out of our way. He'd gone off to tend his still, Ma told me that morning, and probably wouldn't be back for another day or so. With him gone, it seemed clear sailing straight ahead for Caleb and me.
When everyone was in bed for the night and the house was quiet, I gathered up the few things I wanted to take with me.
"Goodbye, Ma," I whispered in the darkness at her closed bedroom door. 'Take care of yourself, hear? I'll always love you, no matter what you might think of me for what I'm doin' now."
I swallowed hard to get down the rising lump in my throat, then hurried down the steps before sentiment got the better of me and I started thinking about changing my mind. It was too late for that now. Like it or not, I was committed to leaving. I was about to find out whatever it was the world had out there waiting for me.
Once I'd closed the door behind me and started away from the house, all feelings of reservation and doubt disappeared with the wind. I felt the surge of excitement and adventure seize hold of me and I started to run. I began laughing out loud as I hurried down the old dirt road toward the deserted mill where Caleb-and the start of my future-was waiting.
"Caleb?" I called at the doorway to the dark old mill. "It's me, Laureen. Where are you?" There was no reply. Gritting my teeth, I stepped through the door and called again. "Caleb? Are you there?"
"In here!" a voice called from the darkness. It seemed to be coming from an old storeroom on the other side of the main mill floor.
"Come on out! Let's get going!" I exclaimed.
"Come back here!" the voice answered.
Was he hurt, I wondered? Had he fallen on one of the loose boards in the floor and broken his leg or something? Worse, I thought, had something really terrible happened at the bank and he was now in serious trouble?
"Caleb, what's wrong?" I cried, as I made my way quickly over the rotted floorboards of the mill and approached the storeroom door. "Caleb? Where are-!"
I started to scream as a hand suddenly sprang out at me from the darkness and clamped across my mouth. I felt myself being dragged through the doorway and into the deserted little room, then being thrown roughly forward across the floor. The door slammed shut behind my attacker and I stared up into those beady, glistening eyes.
"You-!" I gasped. J didn't have to see him any more clearly than I could by the faint moonlight coming through the holes in the roof. I could smell him as he moved slowly toward me.
"Surprised?" Daddy Luke chuckled wickedly. "Spectin' someone else, Laureen?"
"What're you doin' here?" I cried. "You're supposed to be at the still! Where's Caleb?"
He laughed loudly, more of a snorting sound than any laugh I'd ever heard another man make. "That's what I wanted your Ma to think," he grinned,, "so's she'd tell you an' you'd believe it. But I didn't go to no still this mornin' when I left home. No, sir! I decided it might be more interestin' to follow Caleb when I seen him sneakin' off in the direction of Carverville."
I felt an icy tingle run right through the pit of my stomach. "Where is he?" I demanded.
"I reckon he's still runnin'!" the old man laughed. "That is, if he's able to run after the whuppin' I give 'im. Wouldn't surprise me none if I broke both his legs."
"You're an animal!" I screamed. "Someone should throw you in jail and lose the key!"
"Throw me in jail?!" Daddy Luke hooted. "Now that's a good one, comin' from a gal who tried to make a boy steal money from his own Daddy! Sure is a good one, comin' from you, Laureen!"
My heart felt like it had stopped beating for a second. I froze with fear. He knew! No doubt he'd beaten the truth out of Caleb, until he'd confessed all our plans.
"Wh-what're you g-g-gonna do?" I whispered.
"Now what d'you think I'm gonna do to a gal who uses her pussy to make a good boy like Caleb do wrong?" the old man leered down at me.
"W-w-whup me?" I gulped, but I was already beginning to draw my legs in tight against myself as I suspected what was really on Daddy Luke's mind.
"Guess again!" he laughed. He suddenly sprang forward and fell on top of me. The smell of chewing tobacco and corn liquor reeked from his breath as he tried to cover my face with his kisses.
"No!" I screamed. "No! Get off me! I won't let you! No! Stop it!"
My head suddenly rang like a church bell had gone off inside it. Daddy Luke's breath blew hot across my face as he snarled, "You keep right on screamin' like that, Laureen, an' I'll keep right on slappin'! There's two ways we can do this thing: the easy way or the hard way. But I swear I'm gonna fuck that pussy of yours before I let go of you, so you just decide which way it's gonna be. Hard-or easy."
"Please, don't...."I whimpered, but it was like telling a hurricane to stop blowing once the winds were under way.
Daddy Luke laughed out loud and suddenly thrust one of his big, hairy paws up in under my skirt. I winced and cried out with pain as his fingers latched onto the fur surrounding my cunt and began to tug and pull on it at the same time he jerked down my panties.
"Please...."
"You just shut your mouth, gal!" he warned. " 'Fore I start thinkin' 'bout shovin' somethin' in it!"
My heart froze with fear. I lay motionless, not even trembling from the panic running through me, as the old man pulled off my panties and pushed my skirt up around my waist. He grabbed hold of both my legs and yanked them apart.
"He-he-he!" he chuckled wickedly, reaching down to stroke his coarse hands against my exposed cunt. "Guess I see now why you made my Caleb go clean off his head! That sure is a fine hairy pussy you got down there, Laureen!"
"Don't...."I whimpered.
"You're just like your Ma, ain't you?" he laughed.
"All the time sayin' don't an' stop it, when you really love what a man's doin' to you!"
He stood up on his knees and started to open his pants. As I stared wildly at him in the semidarkness, I felt my heartbeat quickening so fast I was afraid it was going to burst. My eyes blinked in horror as I confronted the big thing Daddy Luke was pulling out of his pants. I'd thought Caleb was huge, but his was like a baby's compared to the gigantic weapon his father was stroking before my eyes.
"Betcha ain't never seen one like this before!" he laughed. "Huh? Betcha Caleb don't match up to his daddy when it comes to cock!"
He was right. So right. My insides were trembling at the thought of having that huge, dark-skinned prick shoved inside me. And even as I quivered with fear and disgust for the man himself-I found myself tingling with desire for the enormous male rod he was pointing down at me.
"Your Ma looked just like you do now when she seen it for the first time!" Daddy Luke chuckled. "But she got used to it soon enough! Betcha you'll take to it even quicker, Laureen, 'cause somethin' tells me you're the kinda gal who can't get enough cock, no matter how big it is! Am I right?"
"Let me go, please," I begged. "I'll go away and never come back to bother you or Caleb again. Just please don't-"
"You're goin' away, all right!" he snarled. "That's for damn sure. But you ain't goin' till I had me some of this hot young pussy! I reckon I got the right to some of it, considerin' what you tried to do to me."
His right hand dipped back between my legs and I screamed out loud as I felt him thrust his first two fingers straight up into my hole. They were thick and gnarled and the skin on them rough. It hurt as he wriggled them back and forth inside me.
"Don't ... please...."
"Oh, yeah!" he grunted. "This sure is a hot, tight little pussy! Not like your Ma's. Hers got too many babies pushed through it, but yours is nice 'n' tight-just the way I like it!"
I felt him press the tip of his enormous prick against my hole, with his fingers still deeply inside me, and begin to shove it in. "I'll just keep my fingers up there an' help it out!" he snorted. "Kinda stretch you around me, so's I can fit in nice n' tight!"
"Oh, no! No!" I screamed. His fingers were working open the lips of my cunt from the inside as he pushed more and more of that hard, thick shaft of cock up into me. "It hurts!" I cried. "Oh, God! It hurts so bad! Please! Take it out, Daddy Luke!
Please! It's splitting me apart! I can't take it! Ooooohhhhhhhhhh! Oh, God! Aaaaggggg-hhhhhhhh! Stop it! Take it out!"
My head rocked from side to side as the blinding pain of his hand struck across my face. "I don't like screamin' with my screwin', gal!" he snorted. "The more you scream, the rougher you're gonna get it!"
He wasn't kidding, either. As though to show me he had no intention of stopping until he'd finished, he suddenly pulled his fingers out of my cunt and gave one hard, sure lunge forward with the full strength of his body behind the thrust. His cock sank into me right to the hilt and I thought I was going to die from It felt just like someone had shoved his whole arm up into my cunt, right to the elbow. His cock felt that long; that thick.
"Now you got it, you young bitch!" he snarled. You feel all that hard prick in you?"
"It hurts ... please ... it hurts ... it hurts...." I sobbed over and over again.
Daddy Luke only laughed and began to draw back. "You'll get used to it! Just like your Ma done!"
I felt the walls of my cunt contracting like a vacuum as the enormity of his cock slipped out of me. Further and further back he pulled it, until just the knobbed head was still stuck between my outer lips. Then, lifting my legs up off the ground and bracing them against the front of his own body, he slammed straight back into me. With my legs up and my cunt open to him like that, he struck even deeper than he had on the first thrust and I thought I was going to faint as the Shockwaves of feeling burst through me.
"Ooooohhhhhhhh! Oh God! No! No! No, please! No more!"
"You take it, bitch, an' you remember this fuckin' good! Cause t'ain't likely you're gonna find another cock like mine to fuck you like I'm gonna!"
"Please! Don't! I can't-aaaggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!"
I felt like he was pulling the entrails out of me as he tore back and let me have the full length of his cock a third time. His paw-like hands squeezed at my thighs, spreading them further and further apart so he could get all the way into my hole with his deep thrusts.
He bent forward, putting his mouth on mine and shoving his thick, foul-tasting tongue deeply inside. I almost gagged on it and the stench of him. His cock was moving faster now, really beginning to pump me.
"You like it yet, bitch?" he taunted, lifting his mouth away from mine for a second. "You like the way that big old prick of mine feels in you now?"
The worst part of it all was that I did. I did like it! I couldn't have said just when the change of feeling happened, but suddenly I was aware he was no longer hurting me. There was some discomfort, sure. Taking a cock the size of his would be uncomfortable for any woman, even the most experienced of whores but it was a good kind of hurt now. When he thrust into me, I felt the tremors of excitement shoot right up into my belly, then ripple all the way back to the very opening of my hole and make the muscles along the way do a squeezing kind of dance around Daddy Luke's throbbing prick.
I didn't even mind the smell of him so much now, or the taste of his mouth as he drove his tongue as deeply into mine as his cock was driving into that other part of my body. I found myself wrapping my arms around his back and wriggling my hips from side to side to feel that huge, wonderful prick of his strike me from every possible direction. My nipples were stiff with excitement as they pulsed at his chest through my blouse.
"Do it!" my mind screamed. "Oh, yes! Do it, Daddy Luke: Fuck me like I've never been fucked before! Use that big thing of yours on me! Make me cream all over it! Let me feel it shooting inside me, too! Use it on me! Do it! Do it! Do it!"
He was gasping heavily, making those deep, grunting noises I'd heard coming from Ma's bedroom whenever he gave it to her. Now I knew how she could let a man like him do it to her. It didn't seem to matter much what Daddy Luke looked like in the light; in the dark all that mattered was his huge, unbelievable, stiff yard's worth of hot cock!
He was shoving in and out of me with such force that my back was slipping on the floor and he was driving me steadily backwards across it. My head suddenly struck the wall of the little room and continued to pound back and forth against it as Daddy Luke fucked me, but I was barely conscious of the pain. All I felt were those showers of tingling sensations coming up from my cunt each time he fucked that big dick of his in and out of me.
"Oh, yeah!" he grunted. "You like it now, huh, gal? You like it now! I feel that hot little pussy of yours just a'squeezin' an' a'pullin' on me like you wanted to swalley my prick right up into your belly!"
"Oh, please!" I moaned. "Keep doin' it! Don't stop, Daddy Luke! Please don't stop! It'feels so good! So gooooooooood!"
He had no intention of stopping. In fact, it seemed he was just getting warmed up! If Caleb had fucked me so hard and for so long, he surely would have been shooting his sticky white jizz into me by then, but not his Daddy! He had only started to fuck me!
"Bend your legs down, gal!" he rasped. "Put 'em right back until your knees are touchin' your shoulders! I wanna get at that pussy now! I'm done playin'! Now I'm gonna do some fuckin'!"
Oh God, I thought fearfully. If what all he'd just done to me had been playing, would I be able to stand it once he really started fucking me? I didn't have long to wait to find out.
Bending my legs down until my knees were pressed right into my shoulder blades, just as he wanted them, Daddy Luke shifted his position and began to fuck me like a dog in heat. My ass was high off the floor, my cunt wide-open to him, and he was attacking it like it was the last thing he was going to do in this life and wanted to enjoy every second of it. His cock was coming straight down into me now, piercing my every nerve and making it send up sparks of excitement with each deep, hard, sure thrust.
"Yes! Yes!" I screamed. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, God! Yes!"
And I loved it! I loved every inch of that long, thick prick he was shoving in and out of me! I loved every tingle it sent off in my hole! I loved the way it throbbed and pulsed when I squeezed my cunt muscles around it! But most of all, I loved what he was doing with it! I loved the way he was fucking me with that thing!
"Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Doit!" I sobbed. "Don't stop! Don't ever stop! It's so good! I love it! Aaaaggghhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, yes! Do it. Do it to me! Harder! Faster, Daddy Luke! Please! Do it to me."
"It seemed like hours that he pumped away at me. I don't know how long it really was before I knew he was going to shoot off in me, but however much time had gone by it wasn't nearly enough. I wanted to be fucked like that, by so much hard hot dick, for the rest of my life! I could have died like that, with a joyful scream on my lips as I passed away!
But Daddy Luke wasn't looking for my pleasure; he was after his own and he'd found it at last. With a deep grunt, he thrust all the way into me and I felt his huge prick start to gush its jizz all over the inside of my cunt.
"Oh, God!" I cried. "Yes! Yes! Give it to me!"
Even as I felt him squirting off inside me time and time again, my cunt muscles were working on his cock as they twitched and rippled and covered him with the full flood of my own release. I felt so limp and exhausted when we'd finished that I didn't think I'd be able to get up off the floor. Daddy Luke had his own ideas on that, too, though.
"Git up!" he snarled. He'd no sooner pulled out of me and wiped off the messy end of his cock onto his shirt tail than he was nudging me roughly with his foot and telling me to get up off the floor.
"Please," I whimpered, "just let me rest here a minute...."
"You wanted to git, so git!" he growled. "Just pick yourself up and git outta here and don't never bother comin' back, hear?"
"But-but where?" I cried. Now that my plan with Caleb had fallen through, how could I run off? Where was I to go? What would I do?
"Don't matter none to me!" Daddy Luke laughed cruelly. "Long's you git outta here!"
I managed to get to my feet and slip my torn panties back on. My legs were trembling in under me as I tried to walk. "Daddy Luke, please," I begged, "can't I stay here at home?"
"So's you can cook up another scheme to get holda my money?" he raged. "No, sir! You just git, gal!"
"But where?" I wailed. "I have no money...."
He looked at me for a long moment with a wicked leer on his face. "You got somethin' better'n money, gal!" he laughed, as he pushed me toward the mill door. "You got that nice hot pussy between your legs an' that'll get you just as far as you wanna go!"
FIVE
I had no idea of just how badly Daddy Luke had hurt me until I started to walk. And walk. And walk and walk and walk and walk. Every step I took sent little sparks of pain shooting up from between my legs and it was small wonder. When I stopped along the road to examine myself, I found the hair surrounding my cunt was matted with dried blood and the sensitive lips themselves were rubbed raw from the continual in-and-out pressure of that huge prick against them. I had no way of knowing what kind of damage Daddy Luke might have done to me further inside, but it felt like he'd pounded everything into one aching, bleeding pulp.
I hadn't the faintest notion of where I was going as I staggered on; only that I was leaving the farm and everything connected with it further and further behind me with each step I took. Knowing that somehow gave me the strength to continue, even though it was torture for me to move my legs one ahead of the other. Each time my thighs rubbed together I winced with pain, wondering if I'd ever again be as I was before Daddy Luke fucked me. If he'd wanted to give me a going away present, I thought bitterly, he'd sure delivered one it would take me a long while to forget.
Several hours after I'd left home I at last reached the junction of the dirt, backwoods road with the main highway leading to Carverville and, a few miles further on, the newly opened section of the Southern Interstate. At last I was headed toward civilization, I thought, even though there wasn't much of it in evidence at that early hour of the morning. The few cars that were travelling the highway sped right past me before I'd had a chance to stick out my thumb for a lift. After nearly an hour of trying to flag someone down, I decided to continue walking. Despondent, not really eating any longer what happened to me, I began trudging along the side of the road without even bothering to try stopping the occasional car that zipped past me. I might just as well let one of them hit me, I thought hopelessly, and have my body dragged into the woods to rot like, some animal. Compared with the uncertain future I was facing, it didn't seem such a terrible thing.
I was in a half-trance and only barely conscious of a car squealing to a stop right alongside me.
"Hey, baby!" a voice called from the car. "Wanna lift?"
I looked up and confronted the leering faces of a half-dozen teenage boys. There were three of them in the front and three in the back. Even from the distance still separating me from the car I could smell the stench of cheap alcohol. It didn't take much sophistication or knowledge of the outside world to realize the boys were drunk and looking for some fun. Their eyes stared at me like a pack of wolves salivating over a stray lamb.
"No, thanks," I muttered, and started walking on.
The driver of the car put it into low gear and started to follow. "Come on, baby, hop in!" he urged.
"Yeah, come on!" another of the boys called. "We got a nice place right back here for you with us!"
"No," I insisted, shaking my head and foolishly starting to walk faster, as though I could escape them. "I just wanna walk."
"I think she needs some persuasion!" one of the drunken boys laughed. "Chuck, how's about you 'n' Mike gettin' out and talkin' her into takin' a ride with us?"
I heard the car door open and two of the boys scramble out. I started to run, but they were faster. They caught me, one by each arm, and whirled me around toward the approaching car. It had no sooner drew up alongside us than I was being pushed into the back seat with the boys.
"Okay, let's go!" one of them hooted. "We got us some fun now!"
"Where should we take 'er?" the driver asked.
"How's about that rest stop over on the Interstate?" a pal of his suggested. "It's nice 'n' dark there in that clearing an' plenty of room for us to have some fun."
"Okay! You got it!" the driver laughed.
As the car shot into higher gear, heading toward the Southern Interstate approach, I struggled against the boys as they began to paw all over my body with what seemed a dozen pair of hands.
"Let me go, please!" I cried. "I don't want to go anywhere with you!"
"Maybe she don't wanna go with us," a boy in the front seat guffawed, "but I'll bet she sure comes with us!"
"We sure's hell caught us some hot mountain pussy!" another boy laughed. "Just looka the size of them boobs on her, will ya!"
"I'll bet she's got a sweet pussy, too!" another one snorted. "Them mountain gals are broke in early."
"Don't!" I cried, as one pair of hands began to maul my tits and another started working up in under my skirt. "Please! Let me out! I don't want to go with you!"
"Hey, Chuck!" the driver called. "All that screamin' of hers is startin' to get on my nerves! How's 'bout shovin' somethin' in her mouth to shut her up!"
I felt icy terror clutch at my stomach as the boy named Chuck grinned from ear to ear and started to unzip his fly. "Sure!" he laughed. "I got somethin' nice and big in here to keep her quiet for a while!"
My eyes blinked with fear as he took out his cock and worked it quickly into a towering erection, yet even as the fear I felt all but choked me there were tingles of excitement starting to run through me, too. The boy's cock looked enormous, almost as big as Caleb's, and throbbed menacingly as he reached out and caught me by the back of my head.
"Come on, baby," he grunted, "suck on some of this for a while so you don't make so much noise."
He started to pull my head down toward his waiting cock, aiming the thick tip of it straight for my mouth. I was repelled by the thought of taking a man's cock in my mouth, but even as I pushed against him and struggled to break his hold I found myself wondering what it would taste like ... how it would feel ... and whether or not I'd like it if he shot his jizz in my mouth, too.
"Come on!" the boy snarled. Open up that big mouth of yours an' suck this thing! Hear me? Open up and suck!"
I started to fight against him. I threw myself backwards with all my strength and broke his hold, but my arm accidentally struck the driver's head and for a moment the car weaved crazily from one side of the road to the other.
"Hey, cut it out back there, huh?" the boy driving the car shouted angrily. "You tryin' to get us all killed?"
"She's like a mountain wildcat!" the boy named Chuck complained. "Can't hold 'er down for nothin'!"
"Just let 'er go for a couple minutes," the boy sitting alongside the driver advised. "We're almost here. Once we get 'er outside, ain't nothin' she can do to cause trouble."
Muttering angrily to himself, Chuck put his cock back into his pants, but from the look I saw burning in his eyes I knew that as soon as we reached the Interstate rest stop he was going to get it out again, and this time he was going to make me take it in my mouth or else. I swallowed hard with fear, but that other feeling was still tingling inside me and I realized I was half looking forward to being raped and abused by those six boys. I'd never taken a cock in my mouth before. Caleb had never asked me to do it for him and the idea had just never crossed my mind. I remembered, though, the way Caleb's jizz had tasted on my lips that afternoon by the pond when he'd shot off all over my face and I knew that if I was forced to suck off those boys it might not be as bad as I'd feared at first. In fact, something inside me was saying that I might even like it.
The car swerved off the highway and I heard the crunch of gravel under the tires as we wheeled across the parking lot of the rest stop and pulled to a halt at its very edge. We were far enough off the Interstate for the car to be completely hidden from view of any passing cars. The boys could do anything at all to me, I thought with mounting panic, and even my screams wouldn't be heard by any of the speeding vehicles rushing past on the highway.
"Okay, get 'er out!" the driver ordered, as he shut off the motor and lights. The doors sprang open and the six boys piled out, dragging me with them. It was just a short distance from the edge of the parking lot to the woods immediately beyond, where a number of picnic tables and benches had been set up in a clearing. I felt myself being pushed onto my knees on the soft, dew-damp grass.
"Okay, baby," Chuck muttered, as he stepped up right in front of me. "You 'n' me got some unfinished business to 'tend to, don't we?"
He zipped down his fly and opened his pants. Pushing them almost to his knees, he exposed that big, hard cock of his once again. Holding it at the base, so it pointed straight out toward my face, he stepped closer. I turned my head away and clenched my jaw tightly closed.
"Somebody help me, huh?" Chuck complained.
"What'sa matter, Chuck?" one of his friends taunted. "Can'tcha get it hard by yourself?"
As the other boys hooted with derisive laughter, Chuck turned and thrust his erect prick at them all. "I can get it hard!" he shouted. "She just don't wanna take it in her mouth, that's all! But maybe one of you big mouths would like to show 'er how it's done!"
""Who you talkin' to, Chuck Barris?" one of the boys standing around us demanded. "Me?"
They were all just drunk enough that it wouldn't take much for a fight to develop. "If your mouth's big enough, yeah!"
"You callin' me a cocksucker, boy?"
"Your old lady's one; why shouldn't you be, too?"
That was all it took. In a flash, the two boys were at one another's throat. Chuck was at a disadvantage with his pants halfway down and was easily knocked to the ground by the other boy. As they wrestled over and over on top of one another, with fists flying in every direction and landing with soft thuds against any part of the other's body they struck, I was temporarily forgotten. The other four boys gathered around their friends, some of them trying to pull the two boys apart and others urging that they let the fight continue.
I gathered my strength and. got slowly, carefully, up from my knees. None of the boys even noticed as I started to edge away from the scuffling circle. When I started to run, it took them almost a full minute to realize I was escaping.
"Hey! She's gettin' away!" one of them shouted. Instantly the fight stopped. Amid shouts and angry curses, I heard the thud of their feet pounding across the ground and then crunching through the gravel of the parking lot as they took off after me.
"Help! Help!" I screamed, racing toward the highway as though my very life depended upon it. For all I knew, considering the drunken state those boys were in and the absolute desolation of the rest stop with all those woods beyond it, that might very well have been closer to the truth than I realized. "Somebody help me! Please!"
"She's gonna run right out onto the highway!" one of the boys shouted. "Hey! Stop! You're gonna get yourself killed!"
"Let her!" someone else shouted. "She deserved it! Mountain bitch! Who's she think she is?"
Even though I was aware the boys had stopped chasing me, there was too much impetus of fear behind me to stop quickly. I reached the edge of the highway and my legs just kept on running-right into the path of an oncoming truck! I froze motionless with fear as I saw the two enormous headlights barreling down on me. My ears rang with the sharp whistle of air brakes and the screech of tires. The truck swerved violently to the left and then quickly back again to avoid crashing headlong through the lane barrier. A few hundred yards further up the highway, the driver at last managed to get his truck under control and to a stop. I heard the angry shift of gears, then saw the truck racing backwards toward me. I was too petrified to even budge. I just stood there in the middle of the highway, trembling like a leaf as the driver stormed down from his cab and stalked toward me.
"Now just what the fuck do you think you're trying to do?" he shouted. His face was almost purple with rage. His hands were trembling as he clenched them into fists and raised them like he was going to take a swing at me. "If you're trying to get yourself killed, you don't have to take me with you!"
"I-I-they-I-I-didn't-they-" I stammered helplessly for words, then suddenly broke down completely and covered my face with both hands as the terror and fear inside me gushed forth into tears.
"Hey! What the hell's the matter with you?" the driver asked in a gruff but well-meaning voice. "Are you hurt or something?"
The answer to his question came from the sudden squeal of tires on gravel as the boys in the car sped away from the parking lot as fast as their wheels would take them. The truck driver's head shot up and followed the path of the car for a moment, then his hand touched my arm and squeezed gently.
"Did those guys do something to you?"
I shook my head no. "I-I-ran-away," I gasped through the sobs choking my throat. "I didn't-let-them."
"Sons-of-bitches!" he snarled angrily. "I should follow them and plow my truck right over their car!"
"No!" I insisted. "Let-let them go. It's-it's all right."
"Like hell it is! Look at you; you're shaking like a leaf." He put his arm around my shoulders and made me start walking. "Come on, get off the highway before somebody runs the both of us down."
He led me to the cab of his truck and motioned for me to climb up inside. When I resisted, he pushed forcefully against my back and snapped, "Go on, get in. I'm not going to hurt you. You can't stay out here on the highway alone, you know. What if that carload of jerks comes back for you?"
Just the suggestion was enough to propel me up the steep two steps and into the driver's cab. I scrambled over the gear shifts on the floor and slid across the wide leather seat until I was pressed flush with the opposite door, as far removed from the driver as I could get. I was still trembling with the conflicting emotions of fear and sexual excitement.
"This is against company policy to take on any riders, you know," the driver explained, as he climbed into the cab and set the big truck into motion. "But I guess they wouldn't mind in this case. I'll just drop you off at the nearest town and you can make a report to the police about those jerks in the car."
"Police....!"
The driver's head turned quickly, picking up the note of panic in my voice. "Sure. You want to report them for what they did to you, don't you?"
"I-uh-I-no! I don't!"
His face screwed up with surprise. Now that I was staring right at him for the first time, I saw what a handsome face it was. The driver was younger than I'd taken him for at first. Perhaps in his middle twenties; certainly no older than thirty. He had thick, bushy black eyebrows and a heavy black beard shadow spread across his square-cut jaw and tight cheeks. His hair was shaggy, almost covering his ears, and when he put a cigarette in the corner of his mouth it made him look a little like a gangster to me. I felt a sharp tingle run through me as my eyes quickly studied the rest of him. Brawny shoulders ... a powerful chest, with plenty of thick black hair poking through the open front of his shirt ... lean belly ... big thighs. I glanced at his hands gripping the steering wheel. His fingers were long and thick, the knuckles covered with whorls of heavy black hair. A sharper tingle raced right through the pit of my stomach. I'd never had a man with so much hair on his body. Compared to the sleek smoothness of Caleb, the truck driver was like a big, furry bear. I found myself wondering what it would be like....
"You don't want to go to the police?" he questioned.
I shook my head quickly once again. "Why not? They tried to rape you, didn't they? Don't you want to make some trouble for them?"
"No!"
His head turned and those dark, flashing eyes of his peered out at me from the cover of their thick brows and lashes. I felt as though his stare was piercing right through me. "How come? You afraid to go to the police because you're in trouble yourself? Is that it?"
I tried to laugh, but it came out a strangely choked sound. "Oh, no! Nothin' like that!"
"You running away from home?" he asked suspiciously.
"No!" I managed to giggle, to make the very notion seem ridiculous. "It's more like I'm runnin' away from a husband!" That was the truth, I thought with grim humor, even though I hadn't said whose husband it was.
"How old're you?" the driver asked.
"'Eighteen." I answered so quickly and with such a positive ring to my voice that it sounded like the truth, even to me. "How old're you?"
"Twenty-six," he said with a grin. "I guess in these parts that makes me an old man, huh?"
"Oh, no!" I insisted, perhaps a bit too forcefully. "You're not old at all! You're one of the best-lookin' fellas I ever seen!"
He smiled again and took another puff on his cigarette without ever moving it from his mouth. It seemed he was used to doing things like smoking while both hands were on the wheel.
"What's your name?"
"Laureen."
"That's real pretty. I don't think I ever met a chick with that name before."
"What's yours?"
"Tony."
"I never met a fella with that name, either!" I giggled. "It's real nice."
"You're kidding!" he laughed. "Where I come from, it's as common as Smith or Jones is down here!"
"Where do you come from ... Tony?"
It gave me a little tingle of pleasure saying his name. I found myself moving steadily closer to him on the big leather seat.
"Brooklyn," he grunted.
"Brooklyn?" I screwed up my face as I tried to think. "Isn't that by New York City?"
"Honey," he laughed, "that is New York City! And don't ever let the folks from Manhattan tell you different." We were quiet for a while then. I tried my best to think of something to say, but the best I could come up with was, "Could I have one of your cigarettes, Tony?"
"Sure!" He grinned and fished the pack out of his shirt pocket. He shook one free for me, then put another in his own mouth.
"I'll light it!" I offered quickly. I took the matches and struck one. Tony's hand lifted to cup mine against the wind as he inhaled deeply. His fingers were as warm as they were strong and I felt a little electric charge run through me as they touched the back of my hand. My fingers were trembling as I put the match to my own cigarette. I inhaled as I'd seen Tony do, but the first hot breath of smoke pulled into my lungs made me almost choke.
"What's the matter?" he grinned. "Not used to Camels?"
"Uh-no, I'm not." I didn't want to tell him I wasn't used to smoking any cigarettes. The one he'd given me was the first I'd ever tried in my life. But there were a lot of things I'd never tried, I reminded myself, and I wanted to at least sample all of them. I put the cigarette back to my lips and drew in on it again. This time the smoke went down easier and I felt a heady little kick starting to work its way all through my lungs and up into my head.
"Do you drive down this way often, Tony?" I asked.
"Nah," he smiled. "This is only my fourth trip South. I used to have the New England route, but then my boss got into the fruit business. So now I'm pickin' up loads of oranges and grapefruits from Florida."
"Florida!" I murmured. "Do you ever go to Miami Beach?"
"Sure!" he laughed. "That's where I'm headed now-Miami."
"You are?" Was it possible, I wondered, that fate was starting to take a positive hand in my destiny? Miami Beach sounded like one of the most exciting places on earth to me. All that sun and sea and millionaires on vacation! "Gee, you sure are lucky!"
"For what good it does me!" he grinned. "Won't be there long enough to get my tail burned in the sun! Soon's I pick up this load, it's back to Brooklyn with it."
"Still, just to be there, even for a little while...."
I put out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray on the dashboard, then snuggled myself into a comfortable position on the seat. I closed my eyes and started day-dreaming about Florida and New York City and all the other romantic places in the world Tony had been to and I had yet to explore. Without knowing it, my day-dreams turned into actual dreams and I was soon sound asleep. I hadn't realized just how tired I was from the long day's work and the ordeal I'd been through since leaving home. I was completely exhausted.
The next thing I knew, I was blinking open my eyes and the truck had stopped. We seemed to be parked in a rest area, much like the one the boys had driven me to. I panicked for a moment, then felt Tony's reassuring hand on my arm.
"You want to climb up in the bunk and get some sleep?" he asked, stifling a yawn of his own. "You look like you could really use some shut-eye."
"Oh, no! No!" I said quickly, and perhaps with too obvious a trace of fear in my voice. "You go ahead. I'll be all right down here."
"I'm not gonna hurt you, you know," Tony muttered. "You'll be perfectly safe up there. And a damn lot more comfortable."
"No, you go ahead," I insisted. "If you're drivin' all the way to Florida, you'll need some good sleep, too. It's more important you get your rest than me."
"Okay," he shrugged. "I just wanted you to know you don't have anything to worry about."
"I know," I said softly. Something inside me felt a little disappointed to acknowledge the truth in that. He was treating me so gentlemanly that I was starting to wonder if he didn't find me attractive. Maybe I'd been wrong in thinking I was pretty enough and had a good-enough build to attract men with more experience in life than Caleb and Daddy Luke.
As Tony climbed up into the wide berth behind the driver's seat, I stretched myself out down below. Purely by chance, my eyes darted up to the mirror on the front window and I discovered it was angled in such a way that I could clearly see him undressing for sleep. I closed my eyes for a second, embarrassed to be watching, then found the impulse overwhelming and peeked them open again.
He had his shirt off and was starting to open his pants. Just as the hint of it I'd seen through the open buttons had led me to hope, Tony's chest was covered with a thick pelt of furry black hair, all the way down to and across his belly. His arms were stronger than I'd imagined, with rippling muscles all the way down to his wrists. I felt excitement and desire beginning to work their way through me as he lifted his butt up from the berth and shoved down his pants. He wore a pair of jockey shorts underneath them, but even in the dim light of the truck I had no trouble picking out the bold outline of his cock against the white cloth, nor the heavy patch of black hair surrounding that long thick bulge.
Tony put his clothes into a neat pile at the head of his bunk, then scrambled under a thin blanket and within minutes was snoring contentedly in sleep. I closed my own eyes and tried to fall asleep, but my hunger was at too great a pitch.
All I could think about was what that boy named Chuck had wanted me to do with his cock. Did all men like a girl to take it in her mouth, I wondered? Would Tony like it...?
A sharp tingle of need shot, through me and I had to press my thighs tighter together to stop their trembling. My throat felt bone-dry, yet when I washed my tongue from one side of my cheek to the other I was surprised by how much warm, oozing saliva was in my mouth.
"Do it! Do it to him!" a voice inside me urged. Another voice cautioned, "No, don't! What if he wakes up and doesn't like it?" but the first voice had already won my decision.
Creeping slowly into a kneeling position on the seat, facing the bunk where Tony still slept soundly, I carefully pulled back the blanket he'd thrown over himself until I'd drawn it all the way down to his knees. He was laying on his back, with his legs spread wide apart, and that beautiful lump of cock inside his underpants was only inches away from my peering eyes.
I swallowed hard, wondering if I should .go through with it, but even as the thoughts ran through my mind I was fumbling with Tony's shorts, pulling them slowly and carefully down until his sleeping cock was exposed. I had to take in a sharp breath of air as I stared at that rugged display of male endowment. He had so much hair around his crotch that I could hardly see the two big balls dangling below the soft cock. I reached forward and lightly touched him, lifting his prick away from his belly and holding it gently with my fingertips. I thought I felt it begin to stir and quickly darted my eyes toward Tony's face. He still slept peacefully, apparently unaware of anything I was doing.
"Take it!" that adventurous voice inside me urged. "Go on, put it in your mouth! You might not get another chance like this to see if you like it or not! Go on! He's sleeping; he won't know! Put it in your mouth and see how it tastes!"
Wetting my lips quickly, I leaned further forward on the seat. My face hovered just over the sleeping truck driver's crotch now. I held his softened cock straight up, gulped twice, then opened my mouth and took him all the way down to the pelt of black hair at the base of the shaft.
It didn't taste bad! Not bad at all! I was surprised, in fact, to discover there was almost no taste to it at all. Just the taste of warm skin met my tongue as I began to lick it slowly and carefully all around him. I felt hot little thrills shoot through me as his prick began to harden and expand inside my mouth. My lips moved softly up and down tasting him from the thick, ridged head all the way down to the start of his balls. The harder he got, the less of his cock I was able to comfortably take in my mouth without choking. In no time at all, he'd grown so stiff and so thick that I was having trouble sucking more than half of it. And even at that, my lips were spread so wide apart that I was afraid they were going to split at the corners.
I sucked Tony's cock for about two or three minutes then decided it might be too dangerous to keep doing it. I was afraid he would wake up, see what I was doing, and get angry with me for taking advantage of him while he slept. And so, reluctantly, I let him slip out of my mouth and started to pull his underpants back up.
"That's a helluva thing to do to a guy," his voice murmured in the near-darkness. "Why don't you finish the job?"
I gasped in surprise and lifted my head to look at him. He'd put an arm under his head, lifting it from the berth, and must have been watching me suck on him for several minutes without my realizing he was awake.
"I-I didn't know if you'd-like it," I stammered.
"Like it?" he laughed. "Baby, there's only one thing-in this whole world I like more than that! But I feel kinda lazy right now, so why don't we settle for second-best?" His free arm reached down and gently cupped the back of my head, pushing it toward his crotch again. "Go on, baby. Blow me. I love it. Just wrap those soft lips of yours back around my dick and suck it all you want to. I love watching a good-looking-chick blow me."
That was all the encouragement I needed! Not only did he like it, but he'd told me he thought I was good-looking! I'd have done anything for him in that moment!
His cock was as hard as I'd left it when I took it out of ray mouth. It was jumping up and down from his belly, making wet little cracking noises each time it struck against his flesh. When I reached for it and started to lift it up, the thing jumped so frantically that it almost pulled out of my grip. The shaft was slippery with the ooze from my mouth and difficult to hold onto. I widened the spread of my lips, moved my head into position above him, and went down on his cock for the second time.
"Oh, yeah!" Tony groaned, feeling my lips move further and further down his hard shaft of cock. "Yeah, baby! Take it! Take that cock! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! It feels so good! Take all of it, baby, as much as you can! I love how those lips feel when they're right down on my dick!"
He thrust upwards from the berth, driving several inches of his cock into my mouth. It was more than I thought I could take and I started to pull away from him, but his hand clamped firmly onto the top of my head and held me in place.
"Try it, baby," he murmured. "Try and take it all. Just let it slip down your throat."
I took a deep breath and tried. To my surprise, even as I felt the swollen head of his prick going down inside my throat, I didn't gag on it. It felt good, in fact, having that much of his solid, male prick inside my mouth.
"That's the way!" he grunted approvingly. "Now start sucking on it, honey. Just suck that big thing of mine like it was the sweetest lollipop you ever tasted! Go on, baby! Suck it for me!"
My mouth began to pull on him from way back in my throat and he liked it a lot. His hands clutched at my hair, guiding my head up and down. My tongue licked the full length of his prick, from the flared head rignt down to the wide part at the base, just above his balls. The more I sucked him, the better I liked it and the more I wanted to do it to him with my lips and tongue.
I found a big vein running the length of his cock and traced it with the tip of my tongue like a fluttering butterfly. I felt his hard shaft quiver all the way up to the head as my tongue worked up and down on him.
"Oh, that's good! Good, honey!" he moaned. "You blow real good!" His hips were starting to thrash up and down from the berth more violently, thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth like he was fucking it. I could feel the tension building in him and suspected it wouldn't be too much longer before he shot his load of jizz right into my mouth. I wanted him to do that. I wanted to feel it spurting over my tongue, sloshing down my throat, leaving its strong and salty taste in my mouth.
"Oh, Jesus!" he suddenly gasped. Both his hands pressed hard on the back of my head, holding me all the way down on his cock. His hips shot up from the bunk and his cock quivered like it was going to explode. "Here it comes, baby!" he groaned. "Here comes my juice! You got it, honey! You got my cum!"
I almost choked on the first thick wad of jizz that shot from his cock right down my throat. I'd barely managed to work it down when I felt another and another and another splattering the inside of my mouth. It tasted so strong. So thick and salty as it rippled over my tongue and down my throat!
Again and again the brawny truck driver pumped his load down my throat, until finally his cock began to go soft between my lips and he pulled out of my mouth.
"Baby," he grinned weakly, "that was one helluva good blow-job you just gave me!"
I smiled with pleasure, resisting the impulse to tell him it was the first I'd ever given to any man. "Is that offer to sleep up there still open?" I purred contently.
"Sure!" He moved further toward the edge of the berth and patted the place next to him by the rear window. "Come on up! Plenty of room!"
I scrambled up and wriggled under the covers alongside him. He had his back turned toward me and I pressed my cheek against the solid warmth of his flesh.
"Tony...?" I whispered. "Are you asleep?"
"Almost," he yawned. "What d'you want?"
"I was just wondering what the thing you said you liked most in the world was...."
He moved closer against me, so that our flesh was skin-tight. "How about if we get some sleep right now," he suggested, "and I'll tell you all about it first thing in the morning."
"Okay," I agreed. But as I closed my eyes I knew it would be difficult for me to fall asleep. I would be too anxiously looking forward to the morning.
SIX
I awoke with a strange, disconcerted feeling. Without opening my eyes, I knew I was someplace different than where I usually woke. The bed under me was harder and there was no. soul-stirring smell of frying bacon and eggs wafting up from Ma's kitchen below. I blinked my eyes, half-remembering all that had occurred the previous night, and was suddenly startled to find a strange man's face grinning alongside me.
"Wha-?" I gasped and started to rise up, then realized I couldn't. Something was holding me down on the bed. Something warm and strong and hairy. His body ...!
"You ready to hear what I like most?" Tony grinned, rolling himself further on top of me.
"I-what-I mean-" I was still foggy with sleep and disassociation, but the pieces were rapidly tumbling into place in my mind. Daddy Luke at the mill ... what he'd done to me ... walking ... walking ... walking ... the car stopping ... those boys ... Chuck ... his prick coming toward my mouth ... running from them ... the truck headlights ... Tony's smiling face ... what I'd done to him ... what he'd promised to do....
"Tony!" I breathed, almost laughing with relief as all the pieces finally fell into place.
"Well," he grinned, "for a minute there I didn't think you were gonna remember me!"
"I'll never forget you!" I sighed. I started to wrap my arms around his back and draw his face down to kiss me, when he grunted and pushed his leg deeper between mine.
"Open up, baby," he muttered. "Spread it a little more for me. I can't get it in this way."
Only then did I realize that he had a throbbing erection and was trying to push his cock into me. No doubt he'd been trying to do it long before I even woke up; I just hadn't been aware of it.
Without saying a word, knowing that I wanted him in me as much as he wanted to be in there, I spread my legs further apart and lifted my ass up from the bunk so he could make his first thrust. I winced just a little as I felt the head of his big cock push through the lips of my cunt and start the long journey into me. It hurt a little, after the condition Daddy Luke had left me in, but the pleasure of feeling him throb and pulse inside my hole soon overcame any discomfort.
"Oh, honey!" he smiled down at me. "Your cunt feels just as good as that mouth of yours! Better, in fact! You'd better watch out or I just might keep you here all day!"
"Do it if you want to!" I sighed. "I've got no where else better to go, Tony!"
As he began to pump his cock in and out of me, I suddenly wondered if anyone could see us. After all, I thought, surely now that it was morning there would be more cars and trucks pulling into the rest stop. What would they think if they were to look up at the cab and see this brawny truck driver on top of me, screwing the daylights out of my eager, twitching cunt? But Tony had already considered that possibility. I saw that he'd drawn closed the curtain on the rear window and we were up high enough from those on the side that no one could see into the cab. Knowing that I had total freedom to do whatever I wanted with him, I began to work my cunt muscles back and forth on his cock like I wanted to pull it right off his body and suck it deeply into my hole. He loved how that felt!
"Baby! Oh, Jesus!" he moaned. "Baby! That's the way! Use that pussy on me! Go on! Use it! Fuck me right back, honey! Give it to me just as hard as I'm gonna give it to you!"
With that, he reared back and began to hammer his prick in and out of me with such force that all I could do was lay there and moan over and over and over again with utter delight. He felt so good! It felt so good-his cock! That big, hard, hot thing just pumping and pumping and pumping in and out of me like he was drilling for oil with it!
I managed to wriggle my legs out from under his and throw them up around his back at the waist. That opened my cooze even more for him and now I could feel his heavy, hairy balls slapping against my ass cheeks as he thrust that long, thick cock in and out of the hole just above.
"Tony! Oh, Tony!" I gasped. "Do it to me! Yes!
Like that! Oh, honey! Do it! I love how that big thing feels. Do it! Do it!"
"You like me fuckin' you, baby?" he grunted.
"Yes! More than anything! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, God! What you're doing to me!"
"You're doing it right back!" he grinned. "That sweet little cunt is just singing every song it knows around my prick, baby! Just whistling and singing like crazy!"
He was right! I could hear it! My cunt was making loud, whistling kinds of noises as his cock rammed in and out of it. The friction of his body in mine, combined with the natural juice that was coating us both and making it slippery and easy for him to fuck me, was making a sound like a chirping bird! Every now and then there was a loud, popping kind of noise, too, as the suction inside my cunt pulled forward and smacked in air. "Go on, baby! Open it all the way up for me!" he moaned. "Let me fuck that cunt of yours right up to your belly!"
I shrieked as I felt him surge forward, moving even deeper into me. I thrashed my head from side to side on the truck bunk and clawed Tony's bare back with my fingernails as the feeling rose higher and higher and steadily higher with each deep, sure thrust.
Finally, unable to stand so much pleasure assaulting my body any longer, I thrust myself high off the berth and started to come. He could feel the first gush pop out of me and spread down all over his throbbing cock, because suddenly he began to pump me faster and faster and in another moment he was laying on top of me with his cock quivering inside my hole and filling that long, deep cavity with a shotgun burst of steaming cum.
"You know what?" I murmured, when at last we'd stopped coming and Tony had pulled out of me.
"What?" he grinned. He wiped off his cock with a rag he'd found under the seat, then handed it back to me to use to mop up the ooze dribbling from my hole. When I'd finished and handed the rag back to him, he replaced it under the seat, no doubt to use again in the future when he picked up another hot and eager passenger like myself.
"I think I like that better'n anythin' else in the world, too!" I smiled. "Least ways, the way you do it, Tony!"
"Awh, it's nothing!" he laughed. "All us guys from Brooklyn do it that good!"
"Then I'll sure have to come to Brooklyn sometime!" I said with a wide grin. Tony climbed down out of the bunk, looked around the parking lot to see if it was safe, then opened the door on the passenger's side and got out to piss. He was still buck naked and as I stared at that wonderfully hairy, muscular body of his and felt the tingles still shooting off inside me from the way he'd just fucked my cunt, I thought that I just might be falling in love with him.
"You want to take a leak or something?" he asked, when he'd got back in the truck.
"No," I said. I wanted to keep his cum in me for as long as possible. It felt so good, dribbling slowly down the sides of my cunt and setting off little tremors of renewed excitement against my ultrasensitive flesh.
"I guess we'd better get going, then," he said. "If I don't get some speed on, I'm going to be late getting in."
"I'm ready, whenever you are," I told him. I climbed down out of the bunk and curled up alongside him on the seat as he put the truck into gear and once again we were speeding down the Interstate Highway bound for unknown destinations.
Neither of us spoke for a long while. I was busily trying to sort out my thoughts and glad for the chance to organize them before I put them into words. At last, feeling I knew what I wanted to say, I asked, "Tony? Why don't you take me all the way to Miami with you?"
He turned his head, a startled expression on his face. "What? Are you kidding?"
"No," I swore, "I mean it. I'm not goin' anyplace special, so why don't I go to Miami with you? We could have fun all the way down there. Like we just had, I mean. Wouldn't you like that?"
"Yeah, sure," he grinned uncertainly. "But I told you, honey, the company's got rules against taking on riders. If I was ever stopped-even on a routine check-and they found you in here with me-" He made a face and quickly shook his head. "It'd be all over for me then, baby."
"They wouldn't catch me!" I insisted. "I'd hide up in the berth, under the blanket, and I'd be as quiet as a mouse. Nobody'd ever know I was there. How about it, Tony? Take me with you. Please?"
"I don't know," he muttered. "I'll have to think it over. Consider all the angles, you know? I'd like to, but-"
"I know," I said quickly. "I won't pester you about it none if you decide not to, but think about it anyways, won't you? I'd sure like to go all the way with you, Tony."
"I thought that's what you just did!" he laughed.
I laughed, too, and curled up closer to him while he thought. About ten minutes later he suggested, "You hungry for some breakfast?"
I hadn't really thought about food, but realized I was hungry. "I reckon I could eat somethin'," I said.
"There's a pretty good diner a few miles ahead," he said. "I heard some of the other truckers say their food's the best along this whole stretch of road. Want to stop and take a chance?"
"If you do."
A short while later he was wheeling the big truck off the highway and pulling into the parking lot of a diner called Marge's Place. It was a rundown, two-story little building that looked like it had seen better days, but the number of trucks parked in the lot testified that appearances might be deceiving.
"Like the man says," Tony grinned, "this must be de place!" He parked the truck and helped me down from the cab. Inside the diner the counter was almost completely occupied by truckers whose rigs were parked outside. Tony led me to a booth and handed me a menu. I felt a flush of embarrassment run through me as I stared blankly at the words I couldn't understand. I didn't know how to tell him I couldn't read.
"What're you going to have?" he asked.
I closed the menu and smiled. "Oh, I'll just have whatever you think looks good."
Tony called the waitress and gave our order. "Let's see," he murmured, "I think we'll have two orders of scrambled eggs and bacon with a side of hash browns. Buttered toast, orange juice, and coffee-black. Okay?" he asked, looking up at me.
"Fine," I said nervously. There was something unsettling about the way the waitress was staring at me. I could feel her eyes on me all the while Tony was ordering and it was an uncomfortable sensation. What was she staring at, I wondered? Was my hair all messed? Did I have any cuts on my face I didn't know about, put there either by Daddy Luke or the carload of boys? Was she wondering what I was doing with Tony, since it was against the rules for any trucker to take on a rider? Was she going to report us?
"Tony," I whispered, "that woman makes me nervous."
"How come?" he grinned.
"I don't know. There's just something about her...." I glanced over my shoulder and was startled to find the woman staring right back at me from the counter as she poured out our two glasses of orange juice. A little shudder ran through me.
The woman looked like she was in her forties and had earned every one of the wrinkles that lined her leathered face. She had brown hair that was showing a lot of grey, even though she wore it in a short, almost mannish style. Her body was chunky, almost muscular, and I doubted if even the tough truck drivers sitting behind the counter would want to tangle with her in any show-down fight.
"Listen, baby," Tony said, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand, "I'm going to go out back and wash up before we eat, huh? My hands still feel all sticky from this morning."
I blushed a little and nodded my head.
"I'll be right back," he promised, and as he got up from his side of the booth he bent down and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
The orange juice came and I avoided looking at the waitress's face as she set the glasses down in front of me. I sipped mine slowly, not wanting to finish it before Tony came back, but he was gone such a long while that soon my glass was empty and the waitress was back at the table with our coffee and eggs.
"Your boyfriend comin' back?" she asked, her voice a deep and husky growl.
"Oh, yes! Of course!" I said, managing to give her my brightest smile. "He's just gone to wash up before he eats."
"I hope he gets back before these eggs get cold," she snorted. "I'm not makin' him a new batch."
"He'll be back in a minute," I assured her. Then feeling I had to say it, I added, "Oh, and he's not my boyfriend. He's my husband."
"Oh." The woman's eyebrows arched like she was going to laugh right in my face. "I see. Well, he still ain't gettin' them eggs cooked twice for him if they get cold waitin'."
"It'll be all right, I'm sure," I told her.
I nibbled at my toast, then began to play with the eggs and bacon on my plate. I wasn't really as hungry as I'd thought and managed to get down only a few bites. Where was Tony, I wondered? What was keeping him so long?
I glanced over my shoulder and was startled to find most of the truckers who'd been at the counter when we came in were now gone. I didn't know how much time had passed, but it was beginning to feel like Tony had been gone an awfully long time.
I made a few more tries with the food on my plate, then let the fork drop from my hand with a loud clatter as it hit the table. I looked quickly, guiltily, over my shoulder and was startled to find the waitress standing alongside me.
"Honey," she said softly, "I don't like bein' the one to break bad news to anyone, but I think you oughtta know. Your 'husband' must have pulled out of here without you some time ago."
"What?" I gasped. "No, that's not possible! You must be mistaken!"
"Take a look out front," she suggested. "The only two rigs parked in the lot belong to those two guys sittin' at the far end of the counter."
I scrambled up from the booth and raced to the nearest window. It was true! The spot where Tony had parked his truck was empty, as was most of the rest of the lot.
"I-I don't-but-he couldn't-" I stammered helplessly, feeling tears welling up inside me faster than I could swallow them down.
"You think you're upset!" the waitress snorted. "How do you think I feel? Who's gonna pay for all that food I just served you?"
"Oh, but he'll be back!" I cried, feeling myself starting to lose control and my voice become more and more hysterical. "He's got to come back!"
"Honey," the woman said softly, reaching out to put a hand on my arm, "I wouldn't count on it if I were you."
That did it. Just that one touch of gentleness, coming so unexpectedly, broke through the last of my reserves and I found myself clinging frantically to the waitress's body with fear and desperation. I was sobbing so uncontrollably that I didn't think I'd ever be able to stop.
"There, there, honey," the waitress cooed, hugging me closer against the firm pillow of her breasts. "It'll be all right, you'll see. Don't you cry over him, honey. Don't cry over any man; they're not worth it." Helping me up, she snapped toward the counter, "Cindy I'm goin' upstairs for a while. Take care of things here 'til I get back, huh?"
"Wh-where are you taking me?" I sobbed, as the woman began to lead me out of the diner.
"I got a little place upstairs, honey," she murmured. "I'll take you up there and you can lay down for a while. You'll feel better."
"No," I protested. "Please ... just let me go ... I've got to find him...."
"Honey!" she said sharply, spinning me around so our eyes met and held. "Face it, that guy ain't comin' back! He got what he wanted from you and he split. Am I right?"
Feeling shame wash over me, I nodded my head weakly up and down.
"I thought so. I see it all the time at this place. Kids just like you who get taken for a ride in more ways than one." Her arm tightened around my waist as she guided me to a flight of wooden steps at the back of the diner, leading up to the second floor. "You just come up to my place and lay down," she murmured. "When you've had some rest, you'll be seeing things a whole lot different, I promise you."
SEVEN
For the second time that day I found myself waking up in unfamiliar surroundings with a feeling of disorientation. My brain felt cloudy, my thoughts difficult to organize as I blinked my eyes in the semi-darkness of the little room and tried to remember how I'd got there. I focused on the cheap bedroom furnishings ... the drawn shades at the windows ... the stale, somewhat greasy smell in the air ... the clothes littered about on the backs of chairs or simply tossed onto the floor. I heard the sound of running water and lifted my head. A large-bodied woman stood at the sink, filling a basin with soapy water.
"Hi," she smiled, "did I wake you?"
"No-" I said uncertainly. What was her name, I wondered? Had she told me? Was it Midge? No, I thought quickly, but something like that. Madge, perhaps? I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to re member. Marge! That was it.
The memory of how I'd got to that little room came rushing back all at once. I remembered the way I'd cried and carried on when I'd discovered Tony had deserted me. I recalled, too, Marge helping me out of the diner and up the stairs to her apartment. She owned the place, she'd told me, and had lived in the rooms over the diner for more years than she cared to remember. I recalled how she'd insisted that I strip off my clothes atid get under the covers of her bed to rest for a while. Suddenly, feeling a little pull deep in the pit of my stomach, I remembered something else, too. The way Marge had sat on the edge of the mattress and stroked my hair, cooing softly to me like a mother comforting a hurt child. There had been something in the sound of her voice, the touch of her fingers against me, and the burning intensity of her stare when our eyes met that had frightened me badly, although just why I couldn't have said. I felt tingles of that same feeling begin to come over me once again as Marge turned off the water and carried the basin toward the bed. Almost instinctively, I found myself pulling the sheet up further on my body and tightly clutching the ends of it against myself.
"Did you get some rest, honey?" she murmured, as she drew up a chair alongside the bed and began to squeeze a washrag in the soapy water.
"I-don't know," I whispered. "Was I asleep long?"
"Couple hours; no more. I was just going to wake you. Looked like you were having some real bad dreams, the way you were tossing around and moaning in your sleep."
"Was I?" If I'd been having nightmares, I didn't want to remember them. I was having trouble enough coping with the way my waking life was going, without worrying about the fears of sleep, too.
"Well, you just forget about all the bad things that've happened to you," Marge said, squeezing out the rag and moving to pull down the sheet I held tightly in place around me. "You'll be all right now. I'm going to take care of you, honey."
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"I'm just going to wash you a little!" she laughed, seeming surprised by the look of fear on my face and the way I clutched the sheet protectively against my naked body. "A little sponge bath; that's all. We don't have a shower or tub up here, I'm afraid. I always meant to get one put in, but never did anything about it."
"I-I don't want a bath," 'I protested weakly.
"Of course you do!" she insisted. "Why, just look at how dusty and grimy you are! I'll bet you haven't had a good wash in at least a couple of days. Am I right?"
I nodded my head with embarrassment and let her pull the sheet away from me. I was quick to see the flash of excitement that shot through her eyes as she uncovered my proud, high-standing young tits with their large nipples and dark brown haloes.
"Well, Marge will soon take care of that," she purred.
Despite my weak protests, the woman began to sponge-bathe me right there in the bed. Starting with my face, she rubbed the washrag slowly and carefully up and down my cheeks, across my fore head, behind my ears, then up and down my neck and chin. I had to admit it felt good being washed clean of the grit and grime I'd picked up along the road-and oddly exciting having someone else do the washing of my body. Not since I'd been a baby had anyone washed me as Marge was doing.
Wringing out the rag, she used it next on my arms and shoulders. She held my hand lightly in hers as she stretched out one arm at a time and rubbed the wet, soapy cloth up and down its length from my shoulders to my wrists. Next, she began washing my tits.
"What's the matter?" she murmured, feeling me tense as she touched the warm cloth against my left breast and began to massage it with the soapy film.
"N-nothing," I gulped. But she could tell something was wrong, just by looking at the expression of panic on my face. To make it all the worse, her touch was beginning to excite me and I could feel my nipples hardening and pushing out against the soapy rag.
"Embarrassed?" she smiled gently. I nodded my head and she laughed. "No need to be, honey! Lord, I've seen more titty in my time than most men! Of course, I've got to say I seldom saw any like you've got. They're beautiful, Laureen. Real beauties."
My eyes darted to hers, then looked quickly away from the look I saw on her face. I'd forgotten that I'd told her my name. The way she said it-so soft, almost like a caress-and the compliment she'd given to my breasts had setoff those fearful tingles deep inside me once again.
"You're sensitive, aren't you?" she said softly.
"Yes," I said. There was no point in trying to deny it. Not with both nipples sticking up like little soldiers at rigid attention.
"I thought so," Marge murmured. "Why, I'll bet you just go crazy when someone kisses your body, don't you?"
Before I could get the words out, she dropped her head and I felt the soft warmth of her lips covering one of my nipples. She kissed it for a long moment, running the end of her tongue over and over the quivering bud, then slipped it out of her mouth and reached over to do the same to its mate.
"Don't-" I said with a gulp, pushing her head away. "Please ... don't...."
"Okay," she smiled. "I just thought you might like it."
"I do, but-"
"But you're not sure you want another woman doing it to you, hmmmmm?" she laughed. "I understand that, honey. I didn't have you figured any other way."
"I-I, can wash the rest of myself," I offered, reaching to stop her hand as she moved it down from my breasts and began to wash across my chest and belly. I was terrified of what might happen if she got any lower.
"Let me," she insisted, brushing back my hand. "Please, honey? Let me wash you, at least. I won't do anything you don't want me to do. Honest."
She had such a plaintive note to her voice and her eyes looked at me with such sad expectation that I dropped my hand away and let her continue. After all, I reasoned, she'd been so kind to me so far and seemed so genuinely interested in helping me. If touching my body gave her some small degree of pleasure, it would be cruel of me to deny it to her.
"T)o you want to talk about it?" she asked, as her hands moved slowly up and down my belly with the warm washrag.
"There's not much to tell."
"You're running away from home, aren't you?"
"No!"
"Now come on, honey!" she laughed. "I've been around these parts for a long while and I've seen plenty of girls on the run like you. How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
Her eyes didn't believe it for a second. "How old?"
"Eight-"
"Honey, she said sharply, "the sooner you realize I'm trying to be your friend-trying to help you-the better off you're going to be. I'm not going to turn you in to anybody, believe me."
"I'm eighteen," I whispered.
Her hand stopped rubbing my skin for a moment and she looked at me with complete surprise registering on her face. Eighteen!" she gasped. "With a body like this-!"
I was pleased by her surprise. If I could only get to the point where I could lie about my age convincingly, I thought, I'd have no trouble getting where I wanted to go.
"What happened to make you run away, honey?" she murmured after a long pause. She pushed the sheet all the way down the length of the bed, completely uncovering my nakedness. I saw her eyes dart wildly back and forth in their sockets as she stared at the black, bushy splendor between my legs. Her hands were trembling a little as she touched my thigh with the washrag and began to move it slowly up and down my leg.
I didn't want to talk about it at first, but Marge was being so sympathetic to everything I said that soon I found myself opening up to her completely. It helped having someone to talk to and comfort me as I broke down and sobbed out the whole story of how I'd come to be in Tony's truck that morning. I told her about Caleb and our plan that had failed ... about Daddy Luke raping me at the old mill ... the long, long walk to the highway and the carload of boys who'd picked me up ... then Tony and how nice he'd been to me when we first woke up.
"I-I never expected him to leave me here without saying a word," I sobbed. "I told him I wouldn't make any fuss. If he didn't want to take me to Florida with him, he just should've said so. I'd have understood...."
"Honey," Marge murmured, "I think there's something you don't understand. You spelling big trouble for that guy."
"You mean because he gave me a ride?"
"No, that's not what I mean. I mean because you're eighteen years old, in the first place, and that's just about the ripest kind of jailbait a guy can find himself. In the second place, that guy already carried you across one state line and had sex with you. There's a little law on the books called the Mann Act that has a few things to say about that, too. For the fun he had with you this morning, that guy could wind up looking through bars until he's seventy!"
"Really?" I was astonished by this bit of information, and relieved by it, as well. It meant Tony hadn't deserted me because he didn't like me, but because he was frightened. That made it all different in my mind and, somehow, easier to understand and accept.
"Of course!" Marge laughed. "There's got to be some kind of law to protect girls like you from guys like him!"
"Oh, but-" I started to tell her I hadn't minded what Tony did to me. That I'd liked it, in fact, and was really the one who started it all by sucking his cock while he was asleep. But something that flashed across Marge's eyes told me to hold my tongue. I suspected that she didn't want to hear anything said in any man's defense.
"My God!" she suddenly gasped. "Who the hell did this to you?"
She had washed every part of my body by then except right between my legs. It seemed almost as though she'd been saving my cunt for last, like a special dessert. Now that her hands were between my legs and she'd moved close enough to see the state I was in, she was horrified.
"Just look at you!" she stormed. "Dried blood all over your hair ... the outside of you looking like a bulldozer plowed a path straight through ... I hate to think what you must be like inside! Who did this to you, honey? Just tell me the son-of-a-bitch's name and-"
"I don't know," I said quickly. I knew that all I'd have to do would be mention a name and Marge would start some kind of trouble I wouldn't be able to stop. "I really don't know. There were so many...."
"I could kill whoever did this to you!" she swore, as she began to wash me very gently and very tenderly between the legs. I couldn't help Wincing as she pulled loose the flecks of dried blood that matted my pubic hair and rubbed the cloth softly between the sensitive lips of my cunt. Although I'd been able to take Tony's cock inside me earlier that morning without too much discomfort, I still felt rubbed raw from the fucking Daddy Luke had given me the previous night.
"Does that hurt?" Marge asked solicitously.
"A little." I felt somehow that it would be better for me to exaggerate the hurt than to try passing it off as nothing. "Uuugh!"
I suddenly winced, as she touched a genuinely sore spot.
For several minutes, Marge dipped the washrag in and out of the soapy basin and tenderly cleaned all through the hair surrounding my hole and the flesh of the thick lips themselves. Each time she touched me, I felt a stronger and stronger ripple of excitement shooting up from those sensitive parts. Despite my fears and the embarrassment I felt about having another woman touch me so intimately, I found myself getting sexually aroused. My nipples were quivering with hard, excited life and there was a wild tension building in my thighs and the hot core between them.
Marge must have been getting turned on, too. I heard her breath coming more and more ragged, until she was breathing heavily through her open mouth as her fingers continued to fondle and play with the lips of my cunt.
"You won't have to worry about anything like this happening to you again, honey," she murmured. "I promise you, you won't be hurt again. I'm going to see to it."
"But-how?"
"You'll stay here with me," she said, as though the matter was already settled in her mind. "I'll give you a job downstairs in the diner if you want to work and earn a little change for yourself. If not, you don't have to do anything. You can stay up here all day, if you want to, and watch the programs on TV. I'll take care of you good, honey. You can count on me."
"But-" My eyes held the question I could not put into words. Marge understood.
"You're wondering what you'll have to do in exchange," she smiled. "Aren't you?"
"Well...."
"Nothing, honey," she assured me. "You won't have to do anything at all, if you don't want to. Just stay here with me. Maybe sleep in the same bed with me at night, so I can feel you close to me.
Let me touch you sometimes ... love you...." Her words held an almost choked sound as they gushed from her throat. It seemed so strange, hearing a big, brawny-looking woman like Marge speaking so tenderly. I couldn't help feeling touched that she cared so strongly about me, even though I could neither understand nor share her emotions and desires.
"I never had-another woman-love me," I confessed softly.
She smiled, taking my remark as a sign of interest. "Then you don't know what you're missing! You don't know how wonderful it can be, for both of us!" She dropped the washrag back into the basin and quickly put her hands on my thighs. They felt strangely cold, tense, almost frightened as she began to rub them slowly up and down.
"Let me," she whispered after several minutes of silence. She must have known by the low moans I was making and the way my body was starting to squirm on the bed with mounting desire that I was ready to accept her proposal. "Please, darling? Let me. If you don't like it, I'll stop. I swear. I'll only keep doing it if you want me to."
Let her do what, I wondered? Stick her fingers up my hole? Play with me, the way she'd been starting to do while using the washrag? Perhaps just rub her body close to mine? I was so naive that I couldn't even guess at the kind of lovemaking one woman can give another.
"Please?" she whimpered. Her face was so close to my cunt that her breath made me tingle as it blew softly through the silky hair of my bush. "Let me, Laureen. Let me love you like I want to."
I took a deep breath, then nodded my head in agreement. "Okay," I whispered.
That was all it took. Marge's head suddenly dropped down between my legs, spreading them apart as she burrowed her face right up against my cunt. From the first wet, warm touch of her tongue to me, I realized what it was she'd wanted to do all along. I felt so foolish, not knowing before, but until the previous night, in Tony's truck, I'd never known about sucking cock, either. Nothing in my experience had prepared me for the touch of someone's mouth against my cunt! Certainly not another woman's!
"Is it all right?" Marge said, her voice like an anxious moan as she lifted her head a moment. "Do you like it?"
"I-I think so...."I said hesitantly. The shock of her first touch had been so unexpected that I honestly couldn't be sure just how the sensation itself had affected me.
"Should I do it some more?"
"Please...!"
She scrambled up onto the bed with me and crouched on her knees between my wide-spread legs. My cunt lay completely exposed to her, the red flaps twitching with feverish excitement as I lifted my head and watched her drop her face back down to me. She burrowed in so deeply and so closely that I could see nothing but the top of her head. Her face was almost completely smothered in cunt.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" I heard her moan, as her tongue flicked out and began to lap the warm flesh around my hole. "Mmmmmmm! Ummmmmm! Uggmmmmmmmmm!"
"Oh, yes! Yes!" I suddenly gasped, feeling her tongue touch deeply inside my hole until she found my clitty, then began to stroke it softly up and down. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, Marge! That feels good! Yes! Oh, yes! Good! Do it to me! I like it! Ohhhhhhhhhh! Oh, yes I like how it feels!"
For the first time in my life I was experiencing the wild pleasure of having a tongue explore the depths of my cunt. It didn't seem to make much difference while it was being done to me whether it was a man's or a woman's tongue on the other end. The feeling itself was all that mattered, and that was wonderful! Incredible! So soft and wet and warm, yet so persistent as it drove in and out, in and out, in and out of my hole time and time again.
I spread my legs further apart, raising my legs at the knees and bending them so that my crotch formed a sort of cradle for Marge's head. It also opened me up wider for her searching tongue and she was quick to take advantage of it. She pressed her face closer against me and burrowed that thick, hot tongue straight up and into my hole. I screamed with delight and rocked with such a violent shudder of passion that I dislodged her tongue completely.
"Oh! Oh, no!" I cried. "Put it back! Please! Put it back in me! I didn't mean to do that! Put it back, Marge, please!"
She laughed softly in her throat, as though to tell me there was never any question of it, then began to lick the flat of her tongue up and down the outside of my hole until I thought I was going to go crazy. Up and down-up and down-up and down! She just kept licking me and making the hair around my cunt sopping wet with the juice dribbling out of her mouth, while my clit throbbed like it was going to explode and my outer lips winked and blinked at her time and time again as they opened and contracted with excitement.
"Please!" I cried, reaching down to thrust her mouth onto my cunt hole. "Don't tease me! Lick it! Oh, please! Lick it! Inside! Put your tongue in me, Marge! Make me come all over your mouth!"
Those words seemed all she'd been waiting for. Now that she knew my fever was at as high a pitch as her own, she wasted no time in proving to me how exciting an orgasm can be when it's brought on by a hot, wriggling, probing tongue. Her face burrowed between my spread thighs, her mouth covering a wide patch of the hairy flesh. Her tongue drilled straight into the Waiting hole and began to lick and lap and dart in and out and squirm and wriggle in me until I thought I was going to lose my mind. I could feel the tension building and building inside me; that balloon-like feeling that kept growing larger and larger and larger until finally it had to burst.
I clutched both hands tightly to the back of her head to keep her from pulling away at that crucial last second, drove my cunt right up at her face with her tongue stuck deeply inside it, and suddenly began to shiver and buck up and down like a wild woman as the shower of juice poured from me and drenched Marge's hungry, expectant mouth.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm!" I heard her moan, as she tasted the first hot spurt of my release, "Mmmggppffff! Mmmppff! Ugggghhhmmmmm! Mmmmmm!"
She drank all I had in me to give her, lapping it straight from my hole into her mouth and swallowing hard as wave after wave of the sticky juice creamed out of me. Even when I'd finished coming, she kept her tongue in me, lapping more slowly and easily now but telling me she'd do it all over again if I wanted her to.
I reached down and pried her head away from my snatch. "It-it was wonderful," I breathed. "I never felt anything like it."
"You wait, honey!" she promised. "I'm just warming up! When you're all healed and better, I'll show you what this tongue of mine can really do!" She winked and patted me lightly on the leg. "We've got plenty of time for that, though. Now that you're here at last, honey, I've got forever to show you how much love I've got to give."
EIGHT
As the days stretched into weeks and the weeks began to add up first to one and then two months that I'd spent at Marge's diner, I was beginning to wonder if her prediction that first night wasn't coming true in a way that was more nightmare than rosy dream. She'd said she would have "forever" to show me how much love was in her, but after the first week or so, when the novelty of having me around was starting to grow thin, Marge began showing other facets of herself that made the prospect of living with her "forever" about as appealing as a life-sentence in prison.
To say that Marge was jealous would be kind of like saying a black widow spider could be harmful. She was the most possessively jealous person I'd ever known in my life. Not just of the truckers and other men who came into the diner and might give me a casual once over and a smile or a wink, but jealous of other women, as well! A girl in her early twenties, named Cindy, who'd been working at the diner when I arrived was given the sack two weeks later because Marge saw her brush past me during a busy hour and pinch me playfully on the behind. I'm positive Cindy had meant nothing by it; she was just trying to lighten the tension of a hectic day. Marge, however, was convinced Cindy was trying to put "the make" on me-as she put it-and that was the end of the matter. Cindy was fired.
Another time, a woman customer came into the diner and Marge got the same notion in her head that the stranger was trying to make time with me. I was working behind the counter that day and we were sort of busy, but I'd tended to all my customers and had a little time to kill talking with the woman. She seemed friendly enough and glad to talk with anyone after the long drive down from Chicago. As we were laughing together, Marge suddenly barreled over and pushed me away from the woman's table.
"Are you finished?" she demanded.
The woman looked so startled that she didn't know what to reply.
"If you're done eating, pay your check and get out!" Marge snorted. "I got a lot of other customers waitin' for that table and I don't want to have them standin' around while you wag your chin with my waitress!"
The woman was so stunned that she could hardly speak. She was visibly trembling as she got out of the booth and went to pay her check. I was so outraged by what Marge had done that I stormed out of the diner and refused to come back for the rest of the day, no matter how much she pleaded and told me she was sorry.
That, I think, was the worst part of living with Marge. I never knew from one minute to the next what sort of mood she was going to be in. One night, for example, we were sitting around upstairs watching a TV show about some private eyes in Hawaii. We'd been having a fairly good time all evening, until I just casually mentioned how I'd like to see the island state someday. Quick as a wink, Marge flew into a rage.
"What's the matter?" she demanded. "Got itchy feet again? Isn't it good enough for you here with me? You feel you have to go somewhere else?"
I tried to explain at first, then I lost my temper and we were hot and heavy into another argument. Naturally I won it in the end. I always did. I knew all I had to do to win any disagreement with Marge was to pick up my bag and start walking toward the door. "If you're so afraid of me leaving," I'd tell her, "maybe I'd better go and give you some peace of mind." Then she'd start to cry and run after me and make all sorts of promises of how different things would be if I only stayed with her a while longer.
The trouble was, nothing changed, no matter how long I stayed. Her jealousy got worse instead of better and at one point she even told me she didn't want me downstairs working in the diner any more, since it put too many "temptations" in my head. I refused to go along with that ultimatum, of course. The thought of doing nothing but lying around upstairs and munching on snacks, waiting for Marge to come up and start munching on me, was enough to send cold shudders running down my back. The only reason I stayed at the diner, to tell the truth, was in the hope that one day I'd run into Tony again, or some other man who'd be able to take me one step further down the road I wanted to travel.
The meagre salary Marge paid me sure wouldn't take me far. She always insisted that I could have as much money as I wanted from her, but just try and get it-when a third-degree went along with every dollar's request. She thought the money I earned through my work was more than enough to squander on little things for myself, since she was providing room and board at no cost. Well, at least, not in dollars. What it cost me emotionally, having her slobber between my legs at least twice every blessed day I spent there, was well in excess of my food and lodging bills.
Don't get me wrong, now. Marge was good to me. Sometimes. Like when she bought me a gold wristwatch for my sixteenth birthday and laughingly insisted that she was going to make me come sixteen times in a row to celebrate. I think the score had reached eight climaxes before I made her stop, but that tongue of hers never seemed to be exhausted, or tired of the taste of my cunt. She'd have gone right on doing it to me until we reached the sixteen count or both of us dropped dead from the effort!
She did her best to "citify" me, too. She taught me all she knew about the use of make-up and styling hair-which, considering Marge's own appearance, turned out to be a surprisingly great deal. She taught me what sort of clothes to buy for myself so I wouldn't look like I was fresh out of the sticks.
"I may not talk so fancy myself these day," she laughed, "after all these years of living with rednecks. But I went to college and I know what's wrong with the way you talk."
It wasn't easy and I didn't always understand the difference between what she said I sounded like and how she said I should sound, but I guess Marge's lessons must have had some effect on me, because even truckers who came into the diner regularly were soon asking if the thick, backwoods accent I'd had at first had been a put-on.
That was the thing I was most thankful to Marge for. Trying to make me into a city-bred young lady, instead of just another piece of poor white trash that littered the highways and backwoods roads from the Carolinas straight through to Florida. There were hundreds of girls like me on the move; I saw them come into the diner almost every day. Marge tried to make me special. Different from the rest. And I'll never forget her for that, because without her instruction I might never have gone even as far as I did go toward reaching my ultimate dream.
I guess, deep-down, all of Marge's jealousy and blustering and carrying on was because she knew in her own heart that one day I would leave her. She wanted to hold onto me for as long as possible, even though the way she went about it served to quicken the need in me to escape. The world she could offer me was too small for my dreams. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life slinging hash for a lot of truckers who wanted nothing more from me than a good roll in the hay if I was willing. And more basically, I didn't want the only love I knew to come from a woman's tongue.
I hadn't had a man in more than two months. From the first time Marge wriggled her tongue inside my crack and licked me off, no other thing than my own fingers went up that hole and I was starting to climb the walls for some hot, hard, long cock. I felt myself itching inside every time one of the truckers winked at me and suggested I might want to go for a ride with him sometime. I was more than eager, but wary of the way I'd been treated by Tony and suspicious of having it happen again. The last thing I needed was to run away from Marge and find myself dumped at the next diner along the highway after some guy had his fun with me up in the cab's bunk. I wanted to get away-Lord, yes!-but I knew the circumstances would have to promise I would get somewhere when I left.
I thought I saw the chance I'd been waiting for when a little man named Sheldon T. Greenstreet walked into the place one afternoon and ordered a cup of coffee. I know his full name, because within five minutes he was handing me his business card and telling me all about himself. He was a travelling bill-collector, and I guess he didn't run into too many people who were willing to give him the time of day, let alone wag chins with him for a half hour or so.
He was a strange little man. About forty ... getting bald on top ... bags under his eyes ... weak chin ... not much of a body to speak of ... and a funny kind of whistling sound to his words when he talked too fast. He had a strange habit of twitching the end of his nose, too, whenever he was excited. And that seemed to be just about every around him.
After that first visit, he started coming in regularly. I saw him at least three, sometimes four times a week as he made his rounds up and down the states, chasing bad debts in large cities and small. He always came to my part of the counter when he stopped in and always looked like he wanted to tear me to pieces with his mouth and swallow the parts whole. He frightened me a little because of that, but I was confident enough I could handle him to start thinking seriously of using Sheldon T. Greenstreet as my means of escape from Marge and her diner.
One afternoon it seemed as though fate was conspiring to push me further toward my destiny. Marge had gone into town to pick up some supplies and fresh linen, the diner was almost empty of customers, and who should pull into the parking lot but my bill-collecting knight on his somewhat less-than-sturdy Ford charger. To make things even better, I happened to know there was almost two hundred dollars in the till that day. A lot of the regular truckers kept a running tab with Marge and settled up at the end of the month when they got their paychecks. That morning most of them happened to have settled their bills and there was all that money just waiting to be put to good use.
"Hey, Sheldon," I said with a big smile, after I'd served the little man his usual coffee and lemon meringue pie, "where you headed next?"
"Jackson," he said with an answering smile.
"Jackson! Gol-eeee!" I whistled. "That's a big trip, huh?"
"I'm used to it," he shrugged.
"Don't you ever get lonely, doing all that drivin' by yourself?"
"I don't know. Sometimes. Yeah, I guess so." He was so busy shovelling pie into his mouth that he couldn't see what I was getting at.
I moved closer to him from behind the counter and leaned forward. With the top three buttons of my blouse open, I knew he'd have no trouble looking straight down inside it at my tits.
"Why don't you take me with you, Sheldon?" I murmured.
I thought he was going to choke on his pie. When he stopped coughing, he laughed. "Yeah! Sure! And Marge, too?"
"No, not Marge," I persisted. "Just me. Just you 'n' me, Sheldon, all the way to Jackson! How's that sound to you?"
His nose was starting to twitch like a rabbit in heat. "I-I-g-g-guess it s-s-sounds g-g-good!" he stammered. "Of c-c-course you d-d-don't mean it, dd-doyou?"
"Don't I?" I laughed. "Just watch me!" I whisked off my apron and slung it behind the counter. On my way toward the front door, I stopped at the register, pushed down the no sale key, and scooped up every folding bill in the drawer. I was tempted to take everything, but figured Marge might be even madder if I left her with no change during the evening rush.
"Ready or not, Sheldon!" I laughed. "Here I am!"
The little man blinked with astonishment, still not entirely certain he wasn't being set up for some enormous practical joke, then got up from his stool and started toward me. "Well ... okay ... if you're sure...."
"I'm sure!" I exclaimed. "Hey, Nancy!" I called over my shoulder to the other waitress on duty, as Sheldon got into his car and warmed up the engine. "Tell Marge I'll see her around sometime, huh?"
"You goin' somewheres, Laureen?" she called after me.
"I hope so! I sure as hell hope so!" I shouted back.
NINE
"Well?" Sheldon asked with a hopeful smile, when the bellhop had put down his suitcase and left us alone in the room. "What do you think, Laureen?"
"About what?"
"The-the room. Do you like it?"
I glanced quickly around the Jackson hotel room. It was the first hotel I'd ever been inside in my life and I was tingling all over with excitement from the thought that at last I was getting someplace in the world, but I didn't want my little friend to know it. If there was one valuable lesson Marge had taught me, it was not to let my emotions show quite as openly as they had when I first arrived at the diner. "Never let anyone really know what you're feeling, honey," she'd advised. "That way they'll never be able to hurt you." It was advice I planned to remember in the future.
"It's okay," I told him with a casual shrug of my shoulders.
His face fell with disappointment. "Just okay?"
"Well, what do you want me to say?" I snapped. "It's just a crummy hotel room, for crissake."
"Crummy...?" Sheldon's lower lip was quivering so frantically I thought he was going to burst out in tears. "But-but this is the best hotel in Jackson, Laureen, and this is one of the most expensive rooms. Just-just look at the view," he pleaded, rushing across the room to throw back the heavy drapes at the window. "Just come here and look. You can see all of the downtown section from here. Just look at the lights...."
I moved slowly toward him and stared out the window for a moment. Even though my heart was racing with enthusiasm as I looked out at the nighttime skyline of the city, I was determined not to let Sheldon know how excited I was to be in a place like Jackson-or how grateful to him I was for bringing me there.
"So?" I shrugged. "I've seen lights before, you know."
Crushed, he turned once again to the room itself and began to point out its better features. "Look-look at the television," he exclaimed. "Color! Did you ever see a bigger screen than that? And feel the carpet under your feet. Don't you feel like you're sinking right into the floor? And the pictures on the walls-they're originals, Laureen. Real paintings!
"I'm only lookin' at one thing, Sheldon," I murmured, holding his stare with the coldness in my eyes.
"W-what's that?" he gulped.
"The bed. There's only one."
He started to blush from his neck all the way up to the bald spot on the top of his head. "B-bbut I th-thought...."
"What did you think?" I challenged. I found I was enjoying making the little bill collector squirm, even though I knew in the end I would give it to him. Although nothing had been said on either part about sex since we left Marge's diner that morning, I knew Sheldon hadn't taken me along with him out of the goodness of his heart. He wanted some hot, young pussy in exchange for the trip and, to tell the truth, I'd been without cock for so long that even the thought of him giving it to me was starting to make me hot.
"Well ... I mean ... uh ... that is ... I ... uh," he stammered foolishly, wiping beads of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "It's ... uh ... it's a big bed, Laureen. There's room enough for ... uh ... both of us." He gulped hard and shifted his eyes from mine. "We could try it for this one night and ... uh ... if it doesn't work out, I'll change to a different room in the morning...."
I couldn't help smiling at his obvious distress. "It's okay, honey," I laughed. "I've just been teasing you. I know you didn't do all this for free. I don't mind. Who knows?" I shrugged. "We might even hit it off, you 'n' me."
His face brightened like a grinning jack-o-lantern. "Oh, we will!" he swore. "I just know we will, Laureen."
I started to unbutton my blouse as I moved across the room toward the bed. "We might as well get started then," I suggested with a weary tone to my voice. "I'm tired out from the long drive, and the sooner we get to sleep, the better I'll feel."
"Oh." His face fell once again in disappointment. "Oh, well ... uh ... if you're tired ... uh ... there's no rush ... I mean ... maybe in the morning...."
I was starting to feel that maybe I'd pushed him too far and he'd fallen out of the mood. Little runt or not, he did have the cock I wanted and which I knew I'd have to have before I could fall asleep. Unzipping my skirt, I let it fall with a soft rustle to my feet. I wore only my bra and panties now as I turned to Sheldon and slowly opened the snaps behind my back.
"I'm not that tired, honey," I purred, giving him an encouraging smile. I lifted away the cups of my bra and let him stare at my naked young tits for a few moments. "Why don't you turn off some of the lights?" I suggested. "Not all of them; just a few. It's kind of bright in here, don't you think?"
"Wh-whatever you want, Laureen," he gasped.
As he went around the room snapping off lights, I pulled down the bedcovers and got-onto the mattress. I shucked off my panties and lay spread-eagle for him, with my legs parted in open invitation. I thought Sheldon's eyes were going to pop out of their sockets when he turned around and gaped at that furry, black-haired bush between my legs.
"I hope you don't mind me getting comfortable," I purred, raising one leg slightly at the knee, so that my hole opened and he could see the juicy red meat inside it.
"N-n-no," he gulped. "N-n-not at all."
"Why don't you do the same?" I suggested.
He seemed embarrassed about getting undressed in front of me, but after a few more proddings he started to strip. Soon, as his clothes came off, I understood why. When Sheldon dropped his boxer shorts, my heart sank with disappointment. He had a hard-on, all right, but the size of the little pecker sticking up from his marble-sized balls made my thumb seem like the enormous whang on Caleb or Daddy Luke.
What a joke on me, I thought as I tried to keep from laughing out loud at the man's tiny organ. To have waited so long for cock, only to wind up with a cockette. Still, I reasoned, it was better than nothing and maybe, just maybe, Sheldon would surprise me once he got going.
"Come on, baby," I murmured, reaching out to grab him by the hard little cock and pull him closer to the bed. "Give Mama what she needs."
I drew him down on top of me and spread my legs wide apart. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to thrust into my open, waiting and willing hole, but nothing happened. Sheldon just lay on top of me, making wet little wheezing noises through his open mouth.
"Come on, honey," I moaned, thrusting myself up at him. "I'm ready. Give it to me, baby. Stick it in me and let's fuck, hmmmmm?"
I heard him gulp hard, then murmur, "I-uh-I can't do it like that."
"What?" My eyes blinked open and I stared at him in a fury.
"I-I never could," he whispered. His face was almost white with shame. "It's no use even trying." He got off me and looked guiltily down at the shrunken, shriveled flap of skin hanging between his legs. Even the small hard-on he'd had before getting into bed had vanished, leaving me with nothing.
"What can you do?" I asked icily.
He stuck the end of his tongue out of his mouth and ran it slowly, pointedly, across his lips. From the hopeful look in his eyes, I knew at once what he wanted to do to me.
"Jesus!" I thought in disgust. "I run out on a female cunt-lapper, only to wind up with a male one!" I was so hot and horny by that time, though, that it didn't much matter how I got my rocks off. As long as something happened.
"Okay," I smiled encouragingly, "if that's how you like it, baby, go ahead. Enjoy it." I started to push him down toward my twitching cunt, but he pulled his head away from the pressure of my hands.
"Not like that," he gasped. "I-I want you to-to sit on my face."
"What?" I started to laugh, but one look at Sheldon's face told me he was dead serious.
"Please," he begged. "Just change places with me. Kneel over my head and squat right down on my face. Smother me with that hot pussy! Please! Just cover my face with it and make me eat you out!"
I sighed heavily under my breath and got up to change places with him. As he stretched out flat on his back across the bed, I saw his little pricklet starting to harden once again with excitement. I considered sitting down on it instead of the man's face, but decided against the idea in the end. There was no point in working myself up for some hard fucking, if the best I was going to get was a little jab from something no bigger than my pinkie. Besides, I was starting to get turned on to the idea of smothering a man's face with my cunt.
I swung my leg over his chest and straddled him on my knees. His eyes glistened with excitement as he stared up at the black-haired, furry cunt hovering just above his face.
"Bring it down on me!" he whimpered, his tongue twitching frantically in and out of his mouth. "Sit on my tongue, honey! Just sit right down on it and squirm all you want to!"
As he extended his tongue far from his mouth, I slowly settled myself down on his face. I felt a hot tingle run through me as I felt his breath blow through the pubic hair and up into the hole, then squealed with delight as that sensation was quickly followed by the sharper, hotter one of the tongue going in me. He stuck it in deep, drilling and licking all the way, until I heard him gag and pull his tongue back an inch or so. His hands clasped onto my hips and he started to move me up and down, raising and lowering my hot cunt on his quivering tongue. I closed my eyes and began to ride his face.
The feeling was much the same as when Marge ate me, yet different in so many subtle, little ways. Sheldon was a man, not another woman, and there was a definite thrill to be felt in knowing it was a man's warm, licking tongue doing all those wonderful things inside my cunt. I could feel the slight stubble of his beard scratching the inside of my thighs, instead of the smoothness of Marge's cheeks which I'd grown used to. He didn't know how to do it quite as well as she, but Sheldon was no piker. What he lacked in knowledge he more than made up for in enthusiasm!
"Go on! Eat it!" I moaned, bouncing harder and faster on his wriggling tongue. "Stick it in me! Fuck me with your tongue, honey!"
Sheldon suddenly pulled his tongue out of my hole and squirmed his head free of my thighs. He looked up at me with glazed, wild eyes. "Insult me!" he whimpered.
"What?" I didn't understand.
"Call me names!" he pleaded. "Filthy names! Dirty names! Call me anything you want to; the worse the better! Make me feel like a piece of shit!"
"Why...?"
"Just do it!" he begged. "Please! It excites me to have a beautiful young girl humiliate me! Please, Laureen?"
"Jesus!" I snorted out loud. "You can't fuck and now you can't even suck without my help! What good are you, you little turd?"
He gasped through his open mouth and his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "Yes! That's the way!" he exclaimed with delight. "Say things to me just like that while I eat you!"
I hadn't meant to get him started; the words I'd spoken had just tumbled out of me before I could stop them. But, once spoken, I felt a definite thrill from having said them. I'd never met anyone who actually wanted to be verbally abused, but giving Sheldon what he wanted came more naturally to me than I'd supposed it would.
"Why don't you use your tongue in me, you little creep?" I muttered. "The sound of your voice makes me sick, so just shut up and start eating! The only sound I want to hear out of you from now on is your mouth gurgling while you eat me!" I pressed my cunt back down on his face, almost smothering him in the warm, wet muff of furry hair and juicy meat. "Go on! You've got such a big mouth, eat me! If you can't use your prick, at least show me you know how to use your tongue!"
He loved it. The more I abused him, the more turned on he was getting. Taking a quick look over my shoulder, I saw his cock was standing straight up from his crotch, hard and throbbing with excited life. The little head was bright red with pulsing blood and looked like it was ready to shoot off at any moment. The more I abused him, the wilder his pricklet was throbbing.
For several minutes I bounced and squirmed on top of his face, then for the second time he withdrew his tongue and turned aside to speak. His voice was so hoarse with excitement I couldn't understand what he'd whispered and had to ask him to repeat it.
"I'm thirsty!" he gasped, looking up at me with wild eyes.
I didn't understand at first. I didn't see how he could be thirsty, since his mouth was gurgling with an ocean of spit and drool. I thought he was just talking crazy and settled my cunt back down on him, but after another minute or so of tonguing me he stopped again.
"Please!" he whispered. "I'm-I'm so thirsty, Laureen!"
"Well get up and get a drink of water then!" I snapped.
"I-I want your pussy," he rasped. "What?"
"Please!" he sobbed. "Sit on me, Laureen! Sit on my face! Make me eat your cunt! Drown my throat with it!"
I didn't really want to do it, but he was so insistent that after a minute or two of arguing about it I decided to give him what he wanted. I reached down and spread the lips of my cunt wide apart, with the open hole hovered just over his widespread mouth. I heard him making wet, smacking noises with his tongue and gurgling in his throat as though he was already drinking down my juices.
Somehow, the sight of what I was doing to the little man was so oddly exciting that I'd no sooner stopped moving and shoved my wet, sopping cunt, back over his mouth than I started to come.
I felt a hard contraction inside me, even before he'd stuck his tongue all the way back up the wet hole. I shuddered, moaned out load, and began to spray his throat with a second of my body's fluids. Sheldon loved the taste of my cream. His tongue went crazy inside my hole, licking and lapping and drilling every drop of the salty female cum from me.
When I was finished coming and started to get off him, I turned my head and saw his lower belly was splattered with white, thick cum spots. He'd shot off without so much as touching himself!
"Laureen?" His hands grasped me by the hips, trying to keep me in place above him. "I-I'm hungry now...." His tongue twitched wildly outside his mouth and he spread his lips wide, moving his face down toward my asshole.
"Oh, no!" I thought to myself. "This is where I get off!" Fun was fun, but having climaxed already I was in no mood for any more of Sheldon's weird games.
"Please, Laureen!" he begged, trying to keep me on his face. "I'm hungry!"
"Then call room service." I cracked, pushing him away from me. I got off the bed and gathered my clothes from the floor. I went into the bathroom and dried myself off between my legs with a towel, then washed and made myself presentable. When I came back into the bedroom I was fully dressed. Sheldon was still in bed, still on his back, and probably still hopeful that I'd give him what else he'd wanted.
"W-where are you going?" he gasped in surprise. I moved quickly to his pants on the floor and fished his wallet from the back pocket. I didn't even look at him as I opened the billfold and started to count out money. There was almost a hundred dollars in cash; I took fifty.
"Wh-what are you doing?" he demanded, a look of anger starting to come over his face.
"You gotta pay for what you order, honey," I smiled, tucking the fifty dollars into my bra. "Same as at Marge's."
"You're not going to rob me and get away with it!"
"Rob you?" I said with my sweetest smile. "But honey, I'm only eighteen. Or didn't you know?"
His face went white and his lip started to tremble. "Eighteen?" he gulped.
"That's right. It kind of puts things in a different light, don't it?" I purred. "I'm sure you wouldn't want the police to start asking me questions for a lousy little fifty bucks, would you?"
"N-n-no," he stammered.
"That's what I thought," I smiled. I winked at him as I started for the door. "See you around, honey, huh?"
TEN
I didn't know where I was going when I left Sheldon at the hotel that night, and a week later I still wasn't sure. I'd hailed a taxi and found the driver to be a good-looking, eager-to-fuck young stud who sized me up as quickly as I did him. When he asked, "Where to?" and I replied that I didn't know where I wanted to go, he suggested his place. Within an hour after leaving Sheldon, I was moaning and sighing with delight as the cab driver fucked me with his long, thick, hard cock for the third time since taking me home. The way I screamed and carried on while he screwed me, you'd have thought I'd been in prison for twenty years. In a way, it felt like I had.
In the morning, Joe and I talked about my plans for the future. He was all for having me stay with him, but even though his apartment was pleasant enough and he sure knew how to make a girl happy with that big cock of his, I didn't care for the idea. I was afraid of tying myself down in another situation like the one I'd just fled, even though Joe had a lot more of what I wanted than Marge. I knew that the longer I stayed with him, the more he'd get used to having me around and the harder it would be to break loose when the next opportunity came along. I wanted to be foot-loose and fancy-free, with no entanglements standing in the way of getting what I wanted out of life. And, pleasant as Joe might have been, sharing the rest of my days with a taxi driver from Jackson wasn't quite what I had in mind for my future.
Nice guy that he was, Joe understood my feelings. He even helped me get a place of my own in a little rooming house a few blocks from the main section of town. He took down the telephone number and we agreed to get together again as soon as we could, but when he called the next day and the day after that, I told the woman who ran the place to say I wasn't in. After the third day, he stopped calling. It was just as well. A nice, clean break left no hurt feelings on either side.
By the end of the first week of being on my own, I was starting to get restless and eager for something to happen. It didn't much matter what, because sitting around all day with nothing to do was beginning to get on my nerves. I'd already toured the local spots of interest in Jackson, met a guy or two for some quick sex, and was anxious for bigger things to start happening. My money was dwindling, too, after I'd paid two weeks rent in advance, bought, myself some new clothes, and doled out the daily price of three meals. I knew if I didn't get some kind of job soon I'd be down to nothing again. The money I'd stolen from Marge and taken from Sheldon T. Greenstreet wasn't goint to last forever.
Every day I searched the want ads in the local Jackson paper for something interesting that I'd be able to handle, but without any sort of qualifications-and being underage to boot-the field I could choose from was severely limited. I hadn't gone through everything I had since leaving the farm to find myself slinging hash in some cheap dive or working behind a counter at Kresge's.
One morning, when I was just beginning to give up hope and thinking seriously about getting on a bus and heading to some other city, an ad in the paper caught my eye. Entertainers wanted for local night spot, the offering read. Girls between ages of 20-30 only. Must be single and know how to dance. The only parts of the ad that fit me were being a girl and being single. But I decided to apply for the job regardless.
The place was called the Kit Kat Klub and located in one of the seedier districts of town. I had second thoughts about what I might be getting into when I saw the large, nearly nude blow-ups of girls who worked in the place posted outside the front door, but by that point I couldn't afford to be too choosy. I needed a job, no matter what it might involve doing.
The club didn't open until seven o'clock and was all but deserted when I walked inside that afternoon. A colored woman was scrubbing the floor and another was wiping down tables. In the far corner of the bar I heard someone playing a piano, but couldn't see who it was until I was almost on top of him.
"Excuse me...." I said, clearing my throat to get the man's attention. He looked up and turned his head around. I felt my heart thud so wildly that it felt like it was going to pop right into my throat.
"Yeah?" he asked, giving me a quick up-and-down once-over.
I stood with my mouth gaping open like a complete fool. He was the most handsome, most sexy man I'd ever seen in my life. He had thick black hair, worn shaggy but well-groomed, with matching black eyebrows and the blue-black shadow of a heavy beard coloring his cheeks and jaw. A well-trimmed moustache out-lined the sensuous curve of .his lips. His eyes sparkled like black fire, even in the dim light of the club. When he smiled, I was almost blinded by the flash of pearl-white teeth.
"Yeah?" he asked again, staring at me with curiosity but not much obvious interest. "You want something, toots?"
"I-I-uh-I-" I stammered like a crazy lady, but it was impossible for me to get control of myself. My eyes kept darting from the man's incredibly sexy face to the open front of his shirt, where his muscled and hairy chest was making my heart do flip-flops.
"You here about the job?" he asked with a smile.
I nodded my head up and down, still unable to find my voice. If he was the man I'd be working for, I thought dizzily, it didn't matter what the work was!
"You want to see Lew, then," he muttered, nodding his head toward a door at the end of the bar. "Right through there and up the steps. His office is at the top. You'd better knock first, though," he suggested with a little wink. "He-uh-he might be busy." Without another word, he turned back to his piano and began picking out the tune he'd been playing when I interrupted.
Unsteadily, feeling a little like I was walking on air, I followed the man's directions and knocked on the office door at the top of the steps. A gruff voice boomed for me to come in.
A middle-aged man in his late forties sat behind the most enormous desk I'd ever seen. He had thin, greying hair and a heavy-set face, with paw-like hands and a massive chest under an open-necked sport shirt. He had a half-smoked cigar stuck in the corner of his mouth and kept it there throughout our interview.
"Yeah?" he grunted. "You come about the ad?"
"Somebody downstairs told me to see you," I said. "A man at the piano...?"
"Oh, yeah, that'd be Johnny," the man said. He plays for me when the show ain't on." He pushed his chair back from the desk and stood up. "What's your name, baby?"
"Laureen," I told him.
"I'm Lew," he smiled. "I own this joint and I do all the hiring. And firing," he added. "You ever do work like this before?"
"I-I don't know what the work is," I admitted. "The ad just said you were looking for entertainers...."
Yeah," he grinned, "well that's just a nice way of puttin' it. I'm lookin' for a new kootch dancer, honey."
"Kootch...?"
"They call 'em go-go girls these days, but it's the same thing. A chick gets up and shakes her tits to music and gets the customers all hot 'n' bothered so's they keep drinkin'. Kootch dancin' we used to call it. You ever do any of that?"
"N-no," I gulped. "But I'd be willing to try."
"Yeah?" His eyes ran slowly up and down my figure. "How old're you, Laureen?"
"Twenty-one," I lied.
"Free, white and twenty-one, huh?" he laughed. "How old're you really-not that it matters much if you gotta good pair of knockers on you an' you're not gonna close the place for bein' under-age."
I gulped again, hoping he wouldn't see how scared I was. "I'm almost twenty-one," I tried again. "My birthday's next month."
"Them tits real?" he asked.
"I-uh-yes...."
"How's about provin' it?"
I drew hack a step and found my hand instinctively clutching the bottom of my blouse in a protective gesture. It was exactly the wrong thing to have done.
With a sweeping gesture of his hand, the man dismissed me and started back to his desk. "Go on, get outta here," he growled. "I thought I explained it to you: I'm lookin' for a chick with tits who ain't afraid of showin' 'em to the customers. If you're gonna make a Federal case outta it, maybe you better look for work in a convent, huh?"
All of my better instincts were telling me to walk straight out of that office and never come back, but the memory of that piano player named Johnny downstairs kept flashing through my mind. I wanted him more than I'd wanted any other man in my life-more than Caleb, more than Tony, more than Joe, more than anyone I'd ever seen. If I got the job, we'd be working together and I'd stand a chance of getting him. "Uh-sir, I-uh-I-"
"Yeah?" the man snapped. "You're wastin' my time; what'd you want?"
"You didn't give me a chance," I said quickly, feeling new-found courage flow through me from some unknown source. "I've just never done this before. I'm a little-well-embarrassed."
"How come? You never showed your tits to a guy before?"
"No...."
I gulped hard and started to open my blouse. I could feel my nipples tingling and starting to harden with strange excitement as I undressed myself and slipped out of the blouse. I could feel the man's eyes watching me as I reached around and pulled open the bra snaps, then lifted the cups from the trembling mounds.
"Shit, baby!" he grinned, shifting the position of his cigar slightly. "You got no need to be embarrassed! That's a helluva pair of jugs you got! Silicone?"
I stared at him blankly, not understanding. "I said are they silicone?" he repeated. "I-I don't think so...."
"Bounce up and down for me," he grunted. "Make 'em shake."
I took a deep breath and shifted my weight from foot to foot and back again. My big tits flopped slowly up and down, moving on my chest like two large rubber balloons.
"They bounce good," the man muttered approvingly. "Look real, too. Come here and gimme a feel."
I swallowed hard and moved around his desk. I winced as his big, paw-like hand reached up and grabbed at my left tit. He squeezed hard, making the nipple at the end throb violently and push out toward his face.
"Well, what d'you know!" he laughed. "They are real! You see so much silicone around these days you almost forget they're still makin' 'em outta the real thing!"
His other hand lifted and squeezed my right breast. For the longest time he didn't say a word. He just sat there behind that big desk with his legs spread apart and his hands pawing up and down on my tits. Every now and then he sucked in on the cigar stuck in the corner of his mouth and blew a cloud of smoke up toward my face. The foul-smelling stench of it was starting to make me reel when suddenly he muttered, "Yeah, you'll do. The customers'll get a kick outta these jugs of yours." He dropped his hands from my breasts and pushed his chair further back from the desk. Glancing quickly down, I saw a hard erection pushing up the crotch of his pants.
"Do-do you mean I've got the job?" I asked.
He grinned and put his hand down between his legs, rubbing slowly and pointedly over the throbbing bulge. "Baby, you got two jobs. One you start tonight; the other you start right now."
I gulped hard, but knew better by then than to voice any objection. I reached for the zipper of my skirt and started to pull it down to undress, but he laughed and motioned for me to stop.
"Nah, nah, none of that," he muttered. "I ain't got time for screwin', baby."
I stared at him without understanding. He was still rubbing his crotch, making the lump of stiff cock jump up and down inside his pants and strain against the cloth like it was going to burst through at any moment. Then I understood.
"That's right," he grinned, as I moved slowly closer to him and got onto my knees in front of his chair. "Just gimme some quick head, baby. To seal the deal, huh?" He laughed hard and the sound of it sent a tremor running through me, but I reached for his fly and started to open his pants. At just the moment when I'd uncovered his swollen cock and was starting to move my mouth toward it, the telephone rang. I drew back automatically, but he pushed my head forward. "Go on, baby. I can talk and get sucked off at the same time!"
I held his cock lightly at the base with my thumb and forefinger, bent my head and started to lick my tongue up and down the huge, dark-skinned shaft of his cock. He picked up the telephone and grunted a sharp, "Yeah?" into the receiver.
"Oh, it's you," he muttered. "Hold on a minute, huh?" He took the receiver away from his mouth and held a hand over it. Pushing forward with his cock to get my attention, he looked down at me and whispered in a hoarse croak. "It's my wife. Try not to make too much noise, huh?" Then, putting the receiver back to his ear, he said, "Okay, honey, I just had to take care of something. Now what's up?"
I just couldn't believe what was happening! With one hand holding the telephone, he was talking to his wife while his other hand pushed my head further and further down on his long, thick cock! His voice was as normal and calm as if he was alone, yet the violent throbbing of his stiff meat inside my mouth told me that the blow-job I was giving him was certainly having its effect.
"Yeah?" he grunted, spreading his legs further apart for me. "And what did his teacher say about that?"
My mouth worked furiously on him. The more I sucked, the more spittle I was gathering inside my month and the louder the noises were growing as I blew him. I felt a sharp pull on my hair and looked up. An angry, warning look was on the man's face. He put the tip of his finger against his lips in a gesture meant to remind me what he'd said about making too much noise while I blew him. I withdrew his cock until just the head of it was still stuck inside my mouth, swallowed hard and drank down the thick stream of spit I'd gathered, then went back to sucking him.
"Uh-huh," he continued with his conversation. "Then how come he didn't pass?"
I had a sudden, wild impulse to bite down into his cock. To just clamp my jaws together and sink my teeth into the rigid shaft of flesh being shoved back and forth between my lips as he guided my head up and down. To draw blood. To make him hurt so badly that he'd have to yell out, then have to explain to his wife what had happened while she'd been telling him about the school problems of their child. But any momentary satisfaction I might have felt from doing such a thing would have been far overshadowed by the anguish of losing the job and my chance to be close to the handsome piano player downstairs. And so, knowing I had to do it, I went on blowing him while he talked with his wife on the phone.
Lew's cock was about the same size as Tony's, the truck driver who'd picked me up on the highway. With my eyes closed and my mouth working in faster and faster rhythm on the throbbing shaft, I could almost imagine that it was the younger, better-looking man's prick I was blowing. I tried to conjure up an image in my mind of his face, but it had been so long ago since he'd deserted me at Marge's that all I could get was a vague, shadow-like picture. To my surprise, though, another image was coming through much more strongly. The face of the handsome, dark-haired Johnny.
My mouth began to work more furiously on Lew's cock as I imagined it was Johnny I was sucking. All I had to do was get through that humiliation, I told myself, and I had every chance in the world to succeed in getting the real thing inside my mouth. Johnny's cock! In my cunt, too. Wherever he wanted to put it would be all right with me. I wanted him so badly that I'd let him do anything to me.
"Oh, I dunno," Lew muttered into the phone.
"Whatever you want to fix. Chicken's okay with me.
His hand was getting tighter and tighter in its grip on my hair. His thighs were working open and closed, thrusting up from the desk chair every now and then and almost making me choke as the thick head of his prick w-edged into my throat. I dug into the open fly of his pants and worked out his hairy balls, then tossed them lightly up and down while I continued to suck on him.
"Okay, then!" he snapped. "So make the spaghetti! I told you, I don't care!"
It was easy to understand the irritation in his voice. I knew he was getting closer and closer to the brink and, with ejaculation so close at hand, deciding what he wanted for supper was the last thing on his mind!
I decided that if I couldn't make him give himself away by hurting him, I'd succeed by making the pleasure I was giving his cock with my mouth so unbearable that he'd have to moan or groan or cry out in a way that would clue his wife in to what was going on. I sank my lips down on the solid shaft of cock until my nose was buried in the tangle of hair inside his fly and I had almost every inch of him worked inside my mouth. Then I started to lick him with my tongue like his prick was the sweetest stick of candy any girl had ever tasted.
"Wait!" I thought with a laugh. "I'll make you give it away!"
I sucked up and down on him with smooth slick strokes and felt his cock throbbing more and more violently each time my lips slid over him. His balls were starting to tighten in the palm of my hand and I could feel the tension building in his legs. He was ready, all right! Hot and ready! Any minute now I expected the first thick gush of his juice to come shooting into my mouth, but I had to make him cry out first.
"It don't matter," he grunted. "Cake-ice cream-whatever you got in the house."
I pulled my mouth all the way up the shaft of cock and started to suck violently up and down on the head alone, running my tongue all over it while my lips smacked silently around the stiff flesh.
"Jesus, Lil, I don't know!" he snarled. "Can't you decide these things for yourself?"
Suddenly his legs tightened around my head, he pushed me all the way down on his prick and started to shoot. He spent himself quickly, squirting four or five hot bursts of sperm into my mouth, then pushed me off his cock the instant he'd stopped coming. I looked quickly up at his face. Sweat was rolling down his forehead and beading his upper lip; his eyes looked glazed and swollen in their sockets. But he hadn't made a sound that could be heard on the other end of the phone. Probably, I thought, he'd had a lot of practice at it, if all the other girls who worked for him had to go through the same sort of initiation.
He waved his hand at me in dismissal and went on with his conversation about the family dinner that night, tucking his softened cock back inside his fly as he did so. I got my bra and blouse back on as quickly as I could and started for the door.
"Just a minute, Lil," I heard him say, then call after me, "Be here by six-thirty, huh?" I nodded my head, he gave me a playful little wink, and went back to his wife.
Downstairs, as I made my way through the deserted club, I stopped for just a moment and smiled at Johnny, still behind his piano.
"Get the job?" he asked.
I nodded my head slowly up and down, wondering if he knew what I'd had to go through to get it. And whether or not he knew it had all been for him.
"I thought you would," he grinned, then went on with his playing as though I wasn't even there.
ELEVEN
Once I got over the initial embarrassment of showing my body almost completely nude to a bar full of strange, leering men, go-go dancing came easy to me. There wasn't really much to know. As Lew had said the day of my job "interview," all that was necessary was to stand up and shake my tits in time to the throbbing rock music that blared over the loud speakers. There were five other girls doing it along with me, all of us wearing the same costume consisting of a bright red G-string that barely covered the growth of my pubic patch and two little tasseled cups that fit over my nipples and left the rest of my tits bare for the audience's enjoyment. Although we danced on the stage as a team of six, there was no real attempt at coordinating any common routine. We each danced in our own way, using our own rhythm of the moment as the music struck us. Some of the girls took the time to show me a few basic movements, but for the most part what I did came as a natural response to the beat and tempo of the songs.
Actually, it was easier than I thought it would be to get out on that stage and shake my body for the half-hour stretches of "show time." One of the girls had given me some practical advice that made it all seem perfectly natural. "Just forget about all those jerks and drunks out there, honey," she had advised. "Pretend you're dancing for just one guy-the guy you love most in the world, whether he exists or not. If you kind of look out into the distance and not at any one face in particular, you can imagine you're alone with the guy and putting on a show for him. Try it; it works."
She was right, but not in exactly the way she'd said. For even though I was able to tune out the faces and hooting laughs from the crowd, the one man I wanted most in the world was right there in the club and I concentrated fully on him all the while I was dancing. Johnny was usually sitting near the end of the bar, close to the stage, between sets or wandering around somewhere inside the club where I could easily see him and follow him with my eyes. Every bounce of my tits, every thrust of my pelvis and bump of my hips was meant for his eyes alone. I danced as though I were dancing only for him, deliberately enticing him with my ripe curves and eager body. The other men in the place who watched me thought I was dancing just for them, of course, and after the first night Lew told me I could stay on as long as I wanted. I was a hit with the customers and he was even going to put my picture outside the club as a drawing card.
The only trouble was, the man whose attention I most wanted to get acted like he didn't even know I was alive.
No matter how hard I danced or how obviously I stared Johnny down from the stage, he just went on with his business and played his sets at the piano while we girls were having our half-hour "off break. He never came backstage to the dressing room, never offered to buy me a drink when the night's work was over, never took up any of the suggestions I laid on him with a heavier and heavier hand. I'd done just about everything I could think of to attract his attention and make him give me a tumble. Everything except coming right out and asking him to fuck me.
One night, after I'd been working at the Kit Kat Klub for about a week, I decided to throw even that reserve to the wind. I was aching inside for Johnny. I hadn't let any other man near me from the time I'd sucked off Lew in his office, even though there were always plenty of guys who lingered in the parking lot after the club closed in the hope of picking up one of the girls. My body was screaming for sex, but I was determined to deny myself until I could get what I really wanted.
The club closed after the last dance routine was over about three, but it usually took me a half-hour more to shower off the sweat of the exhaustive night's work and take off the heavy make-up I wore for the bright lights. Johnny left as soon as he'd finished his last set, right before ours, and was never around when I got off myself. That night, however, he was sitting at the bar finishing a drink when I came out front and I knew it was the opportunity I was looking for. I sidled up alongside him and perched on the closest stool, letting my knee rub along the outer length of his thigh as I slid in next to him.
"Hi, handsome," I smiled. "So you finally decided to wait for me, huh?"
He grinned and laughed. "Yeah, sure."
"Didn't you?" I purred.
"Shit, no! Why should I wait for you?"
"Why do men ever wait for women?"
He took a long swill of his drink, then puffed on a cigarette he'd been smoking and blew the smoke up toward the ceiling. "Forget it, baby," he muttered. "You're wasting your time."
"Am I? How come?" I inched closer, letting my fingertips drop onto his thigh. "You're not married, Johnny. I know that from the other girls, so that's not the reason. How come you never pay any attention to me? Don't you know how I feel about you?"
"Sure I know!" he grinned cockily. "I've known you had the hots for me from the first day you walked in this joint. It was written all over your face! You looked like you were creaming your pants!"
I felt anger bristling inside me. "You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"Yeah," he admitted. "Why shouldn't I be? I know what I got and I know what you're looking for."
"Well, then?" I demanded. "How come all these games? Why don't we just do something about it?" My hand moved quickly up into his crotch. I found his cock easily, but was disappointed to feel it completely soft. I hadn't been expecting a roaring hard-on, but I'd hoped I might feel some interest.
"Knock it off, baby," he said, his voice a low growl of anger as he reached down and took my hand out of his crotch. He dropped his hold on me as though he'd touched something dirty. "I told you. You're wasting your time."
"How come, Johnny?" I persisted.
He gulped down the last of the drink in his glass, stubbed out his cigarette and turned to face me. "Baby, they got a name for chicks like you and I'm not interested. Do I have to make it any plainer?" He got off the stool and started to walk toward the exit door.
"And they got a name for guys who don't like girls, too!" I shouted after him. "It's spelled f-a-g! Fag!"
You could have heard a pin drop all of a sudden. The bartender who'd been working at the opposite end of the bar suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked quickly from me to Johnny, gauging the amount of fireworks that were about to explode. Two of the other go-go girls who'd been having a nightcap in one of the booths across from the bar were also staring at us, as well as the night man who had been clearing away the tables and chairs. It seemed as though every eye in the place was focused on Johnny as he stalked slowly back to the stool where I sat.
"What did you just say?" he snarled.
"You're the one who started the name-calling, baby, not me," I smiled, although my insides were quivering with so much fear my stomach felt like it was made of Jello. "If you can dish it out, you should be able to take it."
His hand swooped down like an eagle's talon and grabbed me so hard by the wrist I thought he was going to break it. "What did you just call me?"
"Forget it!" I tried to pull free of him, but his grip tightened on my wrist. "Hey! You're hurting me! Let go!"
"What did you just call me?" he demanded.
"A fag!" I shouted. "F-a-g! Fag! All right? That's what they call guys who don't like girls, isn't it?"
He looked at me with such a hard, cold expression that I was afraid he was going to kill me, even with all those witnesses around watching our every move. Then, so suddenly that it caught me off guard and I almost fell to the floor, he jerked on my wrist and pulled me off the stool. He started dragging me behind him as he stormed across the club to the exit door.
"Hey! Hey, you!" I screamed. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Let go of me!" I tried to pull free, but his grip was like steel. I turned my head frantically toward the others, begging someone to help me. I was convinced that if Johnny got me outside in his present mood, the. least I could expect was to be beaten within an inch of my life. But suddenly it was like no one had seen or heard a thing. Everyone went back to his own business, leaving me at Johnny's mercy.
He dragged me through the back exit and out into the parking lot used by the staff. There were only three or four cars still parked there at that hour, including Johnny's own cream-colored convertible. He pulled me toward it, then suddenly stopped and shoved me hard against the fender. His eyes were wild with rage.
"What are you going to do?" I cried.
He eyed me for a long, cold moment. "Seems to me I heard somewhere that fags like to get blowjobs," he snarled. "If I'm a fag, then get down and start sucking!"
"Johnny, please-" I whimpered.
"Get down, bitch!" With both hands firmly on my shoulders, he pushed me to my knees in front of him. I dropped like a dead weight, tearing holes in my stockings in both knees on the hard gravel.
"I didn't mean it, Johnny!" I pleaded. "Honest-I was just trying-"
He already had his fly open, though, and was jerking his cock free of his underpants. I felt a hard ball rise into my throat as I stared at the long, thick weapon he pulled out of his pants. I'd thought he was hung big, but nothing had prepared me for the actual size of that monster cock. He spread his pants open, revealing a thick jungle of matted black hair at the root of the enormous shaft of prick. Two huge, lemon-sized balls swung below it.
"All right, bitch!" he growled. "You got a big mouth on you; let's see if it's big enough to take this!"
With one hand he caught me by the hair and pulled my face toward his open fly. With the other, he took a firm grip on the root of his cock and aimed it straight at my mouth. I knew I couldn't suck such a big thing without choking and opened my mouth to cry out and make him stop, but no sooner had I parted my lips than Johnny was ramming his swollen tool between them.
"Uuugggghhhhh!" I choked, feeling a foot of cock slam into my mouth. "Mmmmffffppphhhgggg!" I gagged as the thick head worked down into my throat and the shaft spread my lips so wide apart I thought they were going to crack. I dug my fingernails into his thighs to make him stop and pull out, but for my attempt to free myself I got a sharp, stunning-slap across both sides of my face.
"Come on, bitch! Suck!" he raged. "Us fags love a hot mouth on our cocks! Suck! Suck! Suck!"
It was impossible to suck him. He was just too big. I'd never held anything so huge in my mouth. I felt like my tongue was being pushed flat and my tonsils shoved down my throat as Johnny's gigantic prick battered them time and time again. He pumped his cock in and out of my mouth with hard, merciless thrusts. He knew I was choking on it and starting to gag, but it didn't seem to make much difference. He seemed determined to punish me for the insult I'd given his masculinity. Both hands held my head securely in their grip as he pulled me back and forth time and time again on the thick, hard cock. Both my knees were bleeding from the sharp gravel cutting into them. Tears were running down my cheeks and I was whimpering loudly in my throat, but nothing seemed able to stop him. I felt like I was going to black out, but still he continued pumping that hot prick in and out of my mouth.
"When he comes," I thought, "he'll kill me! I'll choke to death on it!" He was so deep in my throat that a thick gush of cum shooting straight from his cockhead would almost certainly have made me gag to death.
But just at the point where I was certain he was going to come, Johnny pushed my head back and yanked his prick out of my mouth. I collapsed on the gravel, coughing and spitting like I was going to retch to death. I had barely time to get hold of myself before he was on me, throwing me flat onto the ground and covering" me with the strong weight of his powerful body. I felt his hand pawing under my skirt, ripping my panties to shreds as he jerked them down my legs any way they would go.
"Johnny, please...."I begged, but it was no use.
"Now, here's something that fags don't like to do," he snarled. "You never heard of a fag fucking pussy, did you? Well just hold on, baby, because you're gonna get it like you never got it before!"
He pushed my skirt up in a bunch around my hips, then jerked my legs apart like the wishbone of a turkey. My cunt lay open and defenseless for him. He took a tight grip on his cock, aimed it down at my hole, then thrust brutally and roughly into me.
"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhhh!" I screamed, feeling as though a red-hot poker had just been shoved inside my cunt. He was so big! So hard! So thick and long! I hadn't felt anything attack me so brutally since Daddy Luke raped me the night I left home. My insides felt like they were being ripped to shreds as Johnny lunged all the way into me, then began to pump and fuck with all the strength in him.
"How's that, bitch?" he snarled, his breath blowing hot across my face. "You ever know a fag could fuck like this? Huh?"
"Oh, Johnny! Ohhhhhhhhhh!" I cried. "Please! Stop it! Please! I can't take it like this! You're too big! It hurts too much! Johnny, please...!"
He only laughed and started to fuck me harder. And harder. And harder, until I thought I was going to faint from the violent assault of his cock inside me. I felt his heavy balls slapping between my legs each time he shoved that long, thick shaft all the way up into me. His flesh made loud, cracking sounds in the stillness of the parking lot as he attacked me over and over again with his huge prick. Each time he came down on me, my ass was pushed over the sharp pieces of gravel under me. I could feel something warm and sticky beginning to run down the bare cheeks and knew he was fucking me so hard that the skin was being rubbed off my ass and I was starting to bleed. I begged him to stop, but the more I cried out in pain, the more determined he seemed to be to keep punishing me for the name I'd called him in the club.
No man had ever used me the way Johnny was. It wasn't even as though he was getting any pleasure out of it, except perhaps in the knowledge that I was completely at his mercy and anything he wanted to do to me I couldn't stop. It was like he was trying to prove his masculinity to me in the most brutal, rough and forceful manner any man can use on a woman. I was just a hole to him. A hot, tight, quivering hole for him to ram his cock in and out of.
"You happy now?" he snarled down at me, not letting up on his pumping lunges for even a second. "You getting what you wanted? You like it?"
I made a whimpering noise in my throat, neither yes or no. To tell the truth, something strange was beginning to happen to me. I could feel the incredible pain of his strong cock inside me starting to melt slowly away and in its place was coming the most incredible pleasure I'd ever felt in my life. It wasn't the same sort of simple sexual pleasure I'd felt when any other man had fucked me, but something close to the feeling I'd had when Daddy Luke was on top of me in the old mill, doing almost the same thing Johnny was. It was a sensation that came as much from my mind as from my body. Not as a woman is used in a normal act of loving, but used as a thing. A hole. A cunt. A warm, accommodating slit for Johnny to shove his maleness into and use in any way he wanted until he'd found his pleasure.
It's hard to describe that feeling to someone who hasn't experienced it personally. Harder still for someone to understand how there could be so much pleasure in the complete submission of oneself-body and mind-to the will of another. The closest I can come to it is to say it was like Johnny was putting his mark on me for life. Branding me. Making me his woman and only his, whether or not he wanted me ever again. It was like he was ruining me for any other man. Not in a physical sense, because already the pain I'd initially felt from his cock was vanishing and my body was responding to the hard thrusts and deep lunges with a willing eagerness for more, but ruining me mentally for any other man. I would always think of Johnny as the one man who had completely mastered me, dominated me as no other man had before or would again. I would always belong to him now, whenever he wanted me or whatever he told me to do.
He must have sensed the change in me, because he started to smile and eased up a little on the punishing strokes of his big cock. "Well, well, well!" he chuckled. "You do like it, don't you!"
"Yes, Johnny," I whimpered, clutching tightly to him with both hands. "Yes-anything-yes...."
"Lift your legs up," he muttered. "Bend them at the knees. Make a cradle for me."
As though I were his slave and he my master, I lifted my legs from the gravel without a moment's hesitation, bent them at the knees, and spread them wide apart for him. In that position, my cunt was even more open for him and when he lunged the full length of his prick down into me, I felt like the head of it was battering the walls of my stomach. He was inside me that deeply. I screamed aloud, but more from pleasure than pain.
"Work your cunt on me, bitch," he growled. "I'm tired of doing all the work. You do some now."
With my ass raised off the ground like that and his cock stuck far up my hole, it was easy to move myself back and forth and still feel the incredible pressure of his huge dick moving back and forth. I pumped my hips frantically up and down, thrilling to the feel of him brushing the lips of my cunt each time I worked him in and out. I squeezed myself tightly around him, holding him fast for a long moment, then let go and shoved my cunt all the way up on his swollen thing.
"Oh, God!" I moaned. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, Johnny! What you do to me!"
"Keep working, bitch!" he laughed. "You got a long way to go before I shoot off! We've only just started!"
I couldn't say the same for myself. My excitement was at a fevered pitch and each time I worked his prick in and out of me I felt the tingles grow hotter and hotter, bringing me that much closer to orgasm. I tried to slow down, to keep myself from coming, but the moment I slackened my pace Johnny picked it up.
Putting his hands on my thighs to brace his weight and spread me even wider for himself, he began to pump and lunge with the full power of his hard body behind each stroke. From the cruel smile on his face, there seemed little doubt that he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
I desperately tried to hold back the oncoming tide, but it was a losing battle. My excitement was pitched too high, my need for him too great. With a frantic scream. I thrust myself up at him and began to come. As the warm flow of my juice dribbled around his thick cock, Johnny laughed and pumped me even harder ... faster ... deeper. I felt like I was going to faint as he continued to assault my body with so much pleasure, even while I was climaxing from the effect of what he'd already done to me.
My juice was running out of my hole and down over Johnny's balls, but still he kept fucking me. In and out ... up and down ... back and forth ... again ... again ... again ... deeper ... deeper ... hard, wild thrusts that were making me scream and hug him with all the strength left in me.
I don't know how long it was that he fucked me. It seemed like hours. My body was covered with a film of sweat, my nerves were worn raw and ragged, and still he kept pumping and thrusting. I came again. Still he went on fucking. I came a third time, gushing the juice like a broken water main. And still he pumped and fucked that big. hard cock in and out of my hole.
Then, when I thought I was never going to last until he shot off, Johnny suddenly gripped me tightly and rammed his prick all the way up my hole. I felt it quiver violently, then begin to squirt thick gobs of cum deeply into my cunt. He didn't make a sound all the while he shot off-and I could feel the wads of steaming sperm shooting into me for almost a full minute. He kept his jaw clamped tightly closed and made wincing grimaces with his face, as though that supreme pleasure was almost a form of pain for him.
At last it was over and he pulled slowly out of me. When the thick head broke free of my cunt, it made a wet, plopping sound as it came out and right behind it was what seemed like a river of juice, both Johnny's and my own, that ran down into the gravel and made a little white puddle of oozing glop. Johnny got shakily to his feet and reached into his pants pocket for a handkerchief to wipe off his cock before putting it back inside his fly. I saw red blood stains on the handkerchief when he dropped it on the ground alongside me.
"Still think I'm a fag?" he muttered, looking at me with a cruel smile.
"No. Johnny," I whimpered. "You're-you're the most wonderful man in the world. You're all man. More than I've ever known before."
He laughed harshly, as though he were mocking me. "That's what I thought you'd say." He stepped over me and walked around his car, opened the door on the driver's side and got in. I was still lying on the ground when he started the engine. "Well?" he called. "You gonna lay there all night, or are you gonna get in?"
I got slowly to my feet and opened the convertible door on the passenger side. I didn't even ask him where he was taking me. From that night on, wherever Johnny wanted to go I would follow.
TWELVE
"Johnny?" I murmured, after we'd been driving for several minutes through the light, downtown traffic.
"Hmmmmrrt?"
"Did-did anyone ever-suck you off while you were driving a car?"
He glanced over at me with an amused smile on his handsome face. "Yeah, a couple times. Why d'you ask?"
"Because-" I swallowed hard. "Because I'd like to do it to you right now."
"You're kidding!" he laughed. "After the fucking I just gave you, you're still hot?"
"For you, Johnny, yes," I admitted. I didn't think I could ever get enough of him. Even though it was true that he'd made me come three or four times in the parking lot and my body should have been completely drained of all desire for sex, I wanted him again. I couldn't take my eyes off his face ... his body ... his wonderfully powerful cock which I could so clearly see out-lined along the inside leg of his trousers. I remembered how it had felt when he shoved it in and out of my mouth and how disappointed I'd been that he'd pulled out before giving me a taste of the hot juice from his balls. I wanted him to shoot a load in my mouth like he'd shot in my cunt. I wanted to drink him and savor the taste of his thick sperm running down my throat.
"Please?" I murmured, moving closer to him on the front seat. I slipped my hand between his legs and began to massage his cock. I felt it slowly hardening in response to my touch and my heart leaped with expectation. I wanted him to be turned on to me in the same way he turned me on. "Let me, Johnny," I whispered, brushing my lips against his ear and running my tongue quickly into the little folds. "I want to suck you off right now."
"Can't you wait until we get to my place?" he grinned.
"I don't think so." I squeezed his cock hard and dug my tongue deeper into his ear to show my urgency. "I want it now, honey. Please. Let me go down on you right here in the car, while you're driving."
"With the top down, too?" he laughed.
"I don't care. Who's going to see us at this hour, anyway?"
He shrugged indifferently. "Okay, baby, if that's what you want, go ahead and get it."
I slid closer to him and turned halfway around on the seat, so I was kneeling on the floor of the car and facing him. I wriggled my head under the steering wheel and reached for his fly. His cock was much harder now, beginning to pulse and throb as I pulled down his zipper and worked the big piece of meat out of his pants. My eyes glistened with excitement as I stared at it, watching it swell and harden to its full, monstrous size. My hands began to play with him, running up and down the shaft and pulling the thick foreskin back from the red tip. My mouth still hurt a little from the brutal way he'd mouth-fucked me in the parking lot, but I knew if I took him slowly and carefully I'd be able to get most of that huge thing into my mouth comfortably.
"Well?" he grunted. "You gonna suck it or look at it, baby?"
"Suck it, Johnny!" I swore.
I felt his hand drop onto the top of my head and urge me toward the waiting cock. "Go on then, open up and start sucking. You've got me in the mood for a blow-job now, baby."
He pressed my face into his crotch. My nose dug through the parted fly and was tickled by the thick patch of pubic hair at the root of his cock. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick the big thing at the base, working my mouth slowly up the incredibly thick shaft until I reached the swollen head. I tongue-teased him for a few moments, just fluttering the tip of my tongue over the head of his prick with the fleeting softness of a butterfly. It excited him even more, making his prick jump violently up and down toward my face.
"Go on!" he growled, his voice hoarse with excitement now. "Suck the damn thing, huh?"
I opened my lips as wide as they would spread, put the head of his cock in position against my open mouth, then slowly began to go down on him.
"Oh, yeah!" he muttered. "That's the way! Go all the way down on that cock, baby! Take as much of it as you can!"
He didn't really have to tell me that. I was determined to swallow him right to the short hairs even if I had to knock out my tonsils in the process. I darn near did, too!
I felt my throat closing up, instinctively protesting against the big thing I was trying to force down it. I struggled to keep my windpipe open so I wouldn't choke on Johnny's cock as I fed it deeper and deeper inside my throat. I could feel him going past my lips and into my mouth inch by thick inch. Finally, after several minutes of slow and steady work, I held all of him in my mouth. Every inch of that little cock!
"Oh, baby! he gasped. He seemed as surprised as I was that I'd been able to take it all without choking. He ground his hips up from the car seat and rubbed his wiry black pubic hair against my widespread lips. I could even feel his balls against my chin, I was that far down on his prick. "That feels so good! I love it when a chick takes all my dick, but not too many can."
That was easy enough to understand. I found that after a minute or so of washing him with my spit and vainly trying to move my tongue in under the weight of that heavy thing that even I couldn't keep the whole length of him in my mouth for long. I had to back off it by at least three inches in order to suck him comfortably. I wished I could have kept it all in my mouth, as he liked, but it was physically impossible. He was just too big. Too long and too thick.
I don't know how we got back to Johnny's apartment that night without having an accident. The harder I sucked him and the closer I brought him to orgasm, the wilder his driving became. We were weaving all over the road, his foot pressing down so hard on the gas pedal that we must have been doing seventy through the downtown streets. It's a miracle we weren't stopped by the police for reckless driving!
At first I tried to keep my ears pricked for the sound of a siren, but after a few minutes of hard sucking the only sound that came to my ears was the steady slurping of my own mouth and the low groans of pleasure Johnny was making while I blew him.
"That's it, baby!" he grunted over and over again. "Suck it! Suck that thing for me! Aaaaaggghhhhhhhh! That feels good! What a mouth you've got! What a tongue! Ohhhhhhhh, baby! Use that tongue on me some more like that! I love it!"
Johnny's cock was big enough for me to take a firm grip on it with both hands and still have more than enough left over for my mouth. As I sucked on the top inches, giving a hard pressure with my lips and a deep suction from way back in my throat, I slid my hands up and down the shaft like I was jerking him off. I knew from a number of other men I'd blown in the past weeks that it felt good having a girl both suck and jerk a guy off at the same time. Johnny proved to be no exception.
"Oh, yeah!" he groaned, thrusting his hips toward my face with a wild, bucking motion. "Bring me off, baby! Make me shoot right in that hot, sucking mouth of yours!"
I was whimpering and drooling all over him as I worked to bring him off. I could feel a wild stirring between my own legs and knew that my excitement was at such a high pitch that I would probably come without even touching myself when Johnny shot off in my mouth.
"Huuuuuuh!" he suddenly gasped. "Oh, baby! Here-it-comes!" His hand pressed down hard on the top of my head, burying another few inches of stiff, quivering prick between my lips. I took a deep breath and opened my throat as wide as it would go. An instant later I felt the hot, stinging splash of his cum strike the back of my mouth as he started to shoot. "Oh, God!" he cried. "Take it, baby! Take my load! Drink me! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! Drink that cum of mine, baby! Drink it!"
My mouth worked as fast as it could to swallow down the heavy load he was squirting into it, but I couldn't drink it all as fast as he was shooting it. Some of the salty, thick gobs of sperm escaped my lips and ran down over my fingers, which were still clutching tightly to the lower part of the erupting prick. It seemed like he was never going to stop coming! So much of it poured down my throat that the taste of it was starting to make me gag and I was grateful when, a few moments later, he relaxed the pressure of his hand on top of my head and laughed to let me know it was all over.
"Jeez, baby!" he grinned. "When you say you want to suck, you really mean it, don't you?"
I kept his prick inside my mouth, licking it with my tongue and working my lips gently up and down the softening shaft, until he had completely lost his hard-on. I slipped the wet thing out of my mouth with a reluctant sigh, then quickly licked the cum off my fingers and drank it down with the rest I'd already swallowed.
"I'll do that for you any time you want, Johnny," I whispered. "Any where ... any time ... anything ... whatever you want from me."
"I just might hold you to that promise, baby!" he chuckled.
"Do, Johnny," I swore. "You'll see that I'll keep it."
A short while later, when we were inside his apartment and naked together in the large, king-sized bed he had, I felt a moment's regret that I'd made the promise.
Johnny had mixed a drink for us as soon as we got there, then asked if I'd like to smoke a joint of marijuana with him. I'd never tried it and wasn't certain I wanted to, but he insisted it wouldn't do me any harm and certainly wouldn't get me "hooked" on drugs, so I agreed. We stripped down and went into the bedroom. Johnny put On a tape of his own piano playing with a little jazz combo he'd once worked with in St. Louis, then turned out all the lights except for a dim red one alongside the bed. We lay back in each other's arms and began to smoke the joint, handing it back and forth as we took turns filling our lungs with the strange-tasting smoke.
"How d'you feel?" Johnny asked, when we'd smoked right down to the end. "Stoned?"
"I-don't know," I had to admit. I felt something, but wasn't sure just what it was. The music seemed a little more intense than it had at the start, the notes coming through my head with distinct clarity and forcing my attention to follow their progress through the tune. The things I saw around the room seemed to be in sharper focus, too, and I found myself particularly interested in the printed wallpaper. "I-don't think I am, Johnny. How do you tell?"
"Look at my eyes," he murmured.
I turned my head and was surprised to see his lids half-closed. The upper part of both eyes seemed darker red, too, and there was a far-away glaze to the pupils.
"Do mine look like yours?" I giggled.
"Uh-huh."
"Then I guess I am stoned!"
"There's another way you can tell," he smiled.
"What's that?"
"Look down at my cock."
My eyes travelled slowly down the muscled, hairy length of his body. I felt like I was caressing him with my stare, making love to his flesh with my eyes. Such a surge of excitement shot through me when I glanced at his hard, throbbing cock that I felt shivers run the length of my spine.
"When did that happen?" I asked softly, reaching down to touch the big thing and make a circle around it with my fingers.
"It always happens when I get stoned," he murmured. "Don't you feel real sexy, too?"
I giggled and nodded my head eagerly up and down. "Yes, I do! What are we going to do about it, honey?"
"Well, I can think of several ideas for starters!" he laughed.
I slipped out of the embrace of his arm and started to nibble my mouth down his chest and belly, wanting to hold that swollen prick of his in my mouth once again and taste the salty-sweet juice it could give me, but Johnny stopped me just before my tongue started licking through his pubic bush.
"Not that, baby," he said, pulling me gently away. "You got a terrific mouth and I love getting sucked by you, but right now I want to do something different."
"What?" I smiled.
He pulled me up until my head was resting on his chest and my ear was right alongside his mouth. His breath blew hot inside my ear, making me tingle, as he whispered, "I want to fuck you up the ass, baby."
I felt like I'd been struck dumb by lightning. Half of me was paralyzed with fear at the very idea; the other half of me was eager to have him do it.
"You're joking, aren't you?" I asked.
"Huh-uh!" he grinned. "There's nothing I like better when I'm high than to pump some nice, hot asshole with my cock!"
"Johnny, I don't think-"
"What happened to that promise you made me in the car? Backing out on it already, the first time I ask you for something?"
The tone of voice he used and the look on his face warned me not to persist in refusing him what he wanted. I had little doubt that if I disappointed him on this, our first night together, there wouldn't be any more in the future. What I couldn't-or wouldn't-give him, some other girl would be glad to.
"But-you're so big, Johnny."
"I know," he grinned. "But you'll be able to take it."
"It hurt even when you put it in my cunt the first time...."
"And it's gonna hurt when I shove it up your ass, too," he admitted. "But you got used to it in your cunt-in fact, by the end you loved it in you and you'll get used to it up your asshole, too. Trust me."
I wasn't at all sure I could, but if it came down to a choice between losing him or letting him fuck my ass "Don't you have any cream or something to smear on your cock first?" I asked softly. "So it'll go in easier? I-I never took a guy that way before, Johnny. I'm afraid I'll be too tight if you don't use something first."
"Virgin asshole!" he grinned. "Hmmmmmmmmmmm! Haven't had any of that in a long time!"
"Do you have any cream?" I asked again.
"Sure, honey. Right there in the nightstand by the bed. Why don't you get it out and smear it on me? That way you'll be sure I'm greased up good."
I turned toward the nightstand and opened the drawer. There were papers and handkerchiefs and a small yellow box that looked like it contained some sort of medicine. "This?" I asked.
"No!" he laughed. "But you might as well get them out, too. They might come in handy, once I start screwing that beautiful ass of yours. They'll make us both really get into it."
"What are they?"
"Poppers," he grinned. "Never had any?"
"No...."
"Just wait, then!" he grinned. "You'll never want to have sex without them again!"
I handed him the yellow box and when he opened it I saw about a half-dozen yellow capsules inside. They were about two inches long and covered with some sort of mesh netting. Johnny took two of them out, closed the box, and tossed it back into the drawer.
"Here," he said, reaching across me and burrowing under the pile of handkerchiefs for a blue and white metal tube labelled "K-Y."
"This is what you were looking for." He handed me the tube and lay back with his legs spread wide apart and his cock standing up firm and proud, waiting to be greased.
The K-Y ointment was clear and slippery as jelly. I smeared a big gob of it into the palm of my hand, then began to coat Johnny's stiff prick with it. His meat jumped in response to the first slippery touch of my fingers rubbing up and down it, and kept right on throbbing and pulsing as I smeared it good with the grease.
"Gimme that a minute," he muttered, reaching for the tube as I continued to anoint his penis. He squeezed some onto his own palm, then rubbed it around and around his thick middle finger. "Lean a little closer to me, honey," he ordered. "Turn over on your side and let me grease your asshole, too."
My sphincter muscles were tightly, closed as Johnny pressed his finger against the opening to my ass and started to push in. I winced uncomfortably at the first invasion of his finger, but as he rubbed it slowly in and out with the grease, I soon began to relax and let him move in deeper.
"How's that feel?" he asked.
"Good...."
"If you think my finger's good," he chuckled, "just wait'll you feel my prick in there!"
At the very mention of what he was going to do, I felt my ass muscles tighten shut around his finger.
"Don't tense!" he snapped. "Just stay relaxed, honey. If you don't, you'll only make it more difficult on yourself. Just roll over now and let me get in you nice and easy."
I turned onto my stomach and Johnny mounted me from behind. He spread my legs far apart, then put both hands on the cheeks of my ass and opened them as wide as they would go. Holding firmly with one hand, he reached for his cock with the other and bent the head of it down to my trembling hole. I felt the thickness of it push against me, then slowly begin to ram inside my ass.
"Oooohhhhhhhh!" I screamed. I winced in pain and my ass muscles tightened to keep him from going any further.
"Relax, I said!" he cracked angrily. "Let me get the damn thing in at least, huh?"
"It's hard, Johnny," I moaned. "You're so big...."
"And when I start fucking that tight asshole of yours, baby, you're gonna wish I was even bigger! So just shut up and let me get it in you!"
Inch by slow inch I felt him shoving that huge cock up my ass. He was surprisingly gentle and patient with me, because once the thick head was inside my ass he could easily have shoved the rest of it into me with one hard lunge. Instead, he did it gently and carefully, giving me his thick meat a little at a time, so I could get used to it-being there.
At last he was all the way in. He lay down on top of my back, rubbing the bristly hair on his chest across my shoulders and spine. "How's it feel?" he asked.
"Kind of good," I had to admit. "But it still hurts...."
"Try some of this and see how it feels!" He cracked one of the little yellow capsules between his thumb and forefinger, then shoved it under my nose. "Smell it deep, baby," he instructed. "Fill your lungs with it good."
I sniffed, but turned my head away an instant later. The smell was as strong as ammonia and burned my nostrils. "I don't want it-"
"Smell!" he ordered, sticking the broken capsule directly under my nostrils.
I took another deep whiff of it, then Johnny put the capsule under his own nose and took deep sniffs from it. How can I describe the feeling that started to come over me in the next few moments? It was like my body had suddenly turned to liquid fire and the heat was spreading out to my every pore and nerve. My heart seemed to be beating a mile a minute. The top of my head felt like it was going to blow off. The music swelled inside my ears and everything before my eyes was suddenly swimming in a crystal-clear liquid.
But the most startling effect of the popper he'd given me was how it made me react to his cock. I felt like my whole body was being consumed by the need for sex. I could feel every pulsing inch of his prick as he began to move it in and out of my asshole, and I wanted it to fuck me until I completely lost my mind. I became a quivering mass of flesh and lust, wanting him to do anything and everything he could think of to me. There was no pain any more; not even a little bit. Only that incredible pleasure his prick was giving me as he pumped it deeper ... harder ... faster.
"Oh, God!" he screamed. "Baby, what a sweet asshole you've got! I feel like I'm pushing my cock all the way up your body! It's so hot in there! So tight! So good! Oh, honey! Is that asshole of yours ever gooooooooood!"
"Fuck me, Johnny!" I yelled, bumping my ass off the bed to meet the savage lunges of his prick down into me. "Oh, please! I love how that feels! Give it to me! Honey, give it to me good! Fuck that asshole! Fuck it, Johnny! Oooooohhhhhhhhh! Oh, yes! Fuck it hard! Do it to me, Johnny! Do it to me!"
As the height of feeling reached its peak, Johnny broke the second capsule and held it under my nose. This time I didn't have to be coaxed. I knew how good it would make me feel and I sniffed deeply, holding one nostril closed at a time so the other could inhale fully and strongly the wonderful magic smell.
"Oh, Jesus!" I cried, thrusting myself violently up at Johnny's thundering prick. "Yes! Yes! Yesssssssssss!"
"I'm fuckin' that asshole now, baby! I'm fuckin' it now!"
"Yes! Yes! Do it to me!"
His hand suddenly reached down in under my body and his fingers drilled inside my gaping cunt hole. As his prick continued to batter in and out of my ass, his fingers worked to bring me off at the same time as he would come. It didn't take long. Not with my mind feeling like a thousand explosions of sex were going off inside it at every second and that huge cock ramming in and out of my behind in time to the drilling of his fingers from the other side!
"Johnny! Johnny! Oh, Johnny!" I screamed as I felt the dam break inside me and the rich, thick flow of my juice begin to run down over his wriggling fingers.
"That's it, honey!" he cried. "Juice all over my hand! Cream for me, just like I'm gonna cream up your ass! Are you ready for me to fill your asshole with my hot load?"
"Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Yes, Johnny! Give it to me!"
"Here-it-comes!"
With a final, mighty lunge, he drove his cock all the way up my ass and I felt it explode inside me. I could feel every hot jet of his cum squirting inside my ass, then running down the shaft of his cock as it dribbled free. I pumped and squeezed his prick with every bit of strength left inside me, wanting him to fill my ass with that sweet cream and know that I'd fully kept my promise. After that, he had to know there wasn't anything I wouldn't do for him.
"You're all mine now, aren't you?" he muttered, when at last he'd stopped coming, but still lay on top of me with his cock up my ass.
"Yes, Johnny. I'm yours completely. Anything you ever want, just ask for it."
"That's all I wanted to hear, baby," he chuckled. "That's all I wanted to hear."
THIRTEEN
I felt like the happiest girl in the world when Johnny and I left his apartment for the Kit Kat Klub the next evening. In the course of less than a day, he must have fucked me a dozen times. In the mouth ... up the ass ... and of course in the usual way, up my cunt. Any hole he wanted to stick his cock into was all right with me, because no matter what he did to me I loved it. I loved his cock and how it made me feel, but most of all I loved the man it belonged to. In my mind, Johnny was the ideal I'd been hoping to find ever since I ran away from home. He was good-looking, smart, and far more sophisticated than I could ever hope to be. He'd travelled to strange, far-away places. He'd met people, done things, experienced life as I'd always wanted to. With him taking me places and showing me things, I thought, life would finally be the way I'd always hoped it would be. The only trouble was, Johnny didn't seem to see things the same way I did.
When I finished the show that night and came out from the dressing room, he was nowhere in sight. The bartender told me that Johnny had split right after his last set at the piano. I was hurt, confused and disappointed. I cried myself to sleep that night, wondering what I'd done wrong to displease him.
The next night was the same way. He left the club without any explanation or excuse as to why he didn't wait for me. On the following night, however, he came backstage during one of our half-hours off and took me upstairs to Lew's empty office, where he fucked me twice right on the carpet and told me he was going to do it to me all night long when we both got off work. It was a promise he kept, too.
The same pattern continued for the next few weeks. Some nights he was so cold and indifferent to me that you'd have thought I didn't even exist. The other nights it was like he couldn't get enough of me. He'd sit at the end of the bar while I was dancing on stage, knowing I was watching him, and rub his hand slowly up and down the inside of his crotch, letting me know what a hard-on he had in there waiting for me when we finished work. It would get me so excited that I'd dance myself into a near-frenzy.
When I had time to sit down and think about what was happening between us I could come up with only one explanation that made any sense, even though I didn't like the implications of it. Johnny's strange on-again off-again behavior seemed to me to be as calculated as if he were trying to hook me on some kind of drug. Just giving me enough of himself to make me crazy, then withdrawing the supply until I was nearly out of my mind with lust and willing to do anything in the world for him. He knew how much I loved that big cock of his and what he did to me with it, yet he withheld giving it to me until he was ready and knew I was so ripe I'd be climbing the walls when he came to me.
It seemed a cold, calculating plan-but it was working. He was in my blood. I couldn't have walked away from him now if I'd wanted to ... and I didn't want to. Whenever he wanted me I was ready; whatever he wanted I was more than grateful to do for him. Even, as it turned out, something I'd never thought I would do in my life. Johnny explained it to me one night in the dressing room between shows, about a month after he'd put his mark on my soul.
"I want you to do something special for me tonight, baby," he said softly, holding both my hands in his and looking deeply into my eyes with those dark, sexy fire-coals.
"Anything, honey-"
"Now wait, don't agree so fast. You haven't even heard what I want."
"It doesn't matter-"
"I want you to put out for another guy."
I blinked my eyes and recoiled as though he'd struck me across the face. "You-what?"
"J told you to listen, didn't I?" he snapped.
"Johnny ... why?" I couldn't believe he was serious, but the look on his face left no room for joking.
"Listen, baby," he explained, "you know this is no place for either of us, right? We're meant for bigger things. Better things. We got to get out of this dump and moving in some class circles. We got to make it in the big time-places like Atlanta, Miami, New Orleans, maybe even Chicago or New York."
"Yes," I agreed, "you know I've often told you we should think about moving on to someplace else."
"Well," he continued, "you can't move unless you've got the right breaks. And to get the breaks you need to apply a little grease in the right places. That's where I need you to help me." '
"But-how?"
"There's this guy coming into the club tonight to listen to me'play. If he likes me, he's willing to book me into a place he runs in Atlanta. It's not a big break, but it's a start. Okay?"
"Yes," I said uncertainly, "but-where do I come in?"
"Honey," he laughed, "you know how many other piano players there are in the country looking for the same breaks I am? If you don't throw a little something extra into the pot, you don't get to eat. Simple as that."
I was beginning to get the picture. "And I'm what you're going to-throw into the pot, Johnny?" I asked softly. I could feel a lump rising in my throat and tears starting to well up in my eyes.
"Look, baby, it won't be as bad as it sounds," he promised. "You'll show the guy a good time for this one night, then we'll be on our way down East Street. I know you'll do a great job on him, then afterwards-when he's softened up and agreeable-I'll get him to offer me a contract. He won't be able to refuse. What d'you say, baby? Will you do it just this once? For me?"
He knew the answer already. He's been preparing me for it all during the last few weeks. If I didn't say yes, that was the end of us. He didn't have to say as much; the threat was in his voice and in his eyes. I nodded my head slowly up and down, swallowing hard to keep back the tears of humiliation I felt.
Later, while I was on stage, I saw Johnny talking to a short little creep at the bar, smiling and waving his hand to get my attention. I felt my stomach turn over as I stared at the man he wanted me to sleep with, but remembering how much it would mean to Johnny-to us, our future! forced myself to smile and shook my tits in the " direction of the little man. His face grinned from ear to ear and he nodded eagerly to Johnny.
After the show, he introduced us. "Laureen. I'd like you to meet a friend of mine," Johnny smiled, bringing the little man up to me. He was sweating so much that I thought he was going to faint as he clung close to Johnny's side. "This is Horace."
"Hi, Horace," I purred, offering him my hand. "Nice to meet you." I forced myself to run my eyes up and down his body, letting him think I was getting turned on by him.
"N-n-nice to m-m-meet you, t-t-too," he stammered. When he gave me his hand I had all I could do to keep from recoiling at the cold, clammy touch of his flesh.
Johnny suggested that the three of us go somewhere for a drink and it didn't surprise me in the least that the place Horace suggested was his own hotel room. He said he had a bottle there, but I guessed he and Johnny had arranged it all before hand. We drove to the hotel in Johnny's car, went up to Horace's room and had a quick drink, then Johnny decided it was time for him to split.
"Uh-listen," he said, shifting his eyes guiltily away from mine, "I've-uh-got an early appointment in the morning, so I think I'd better be running along. Laureen, why don't you stay and finish your drink? I'll see you tomorrow, huh?"
"Sure," I said with a catch in my throat as he walked out of the room. Tomorrow, Johnny."
"Well," the little man murmured when the door was locked behind Johnny and we were alone in the room. "Why don't you and me get a little more comfortable, Laureen?" Now that Johnny was out of the way he seemed more confident and sure of himself. He moved slowly across the room to me and put his hands on my tits, squeezing hard. "I couldn't take my eyes off these babies all the while you were dancing," he confessed. "I couldn't help wondering how they'd feel."
"How do they?"
"Great!" he laughed, squeezing again. "Just great. But I'll bet they'd feel better without this dress in the way."
"Want me to take it off?"
"Well-sure!"
He sat on the edge of the bed and followed my every movement as I undressed. He made no secret of the fact that he was getting turned on by the little striptease I was doing for him, either. His hand kept rubbing and pawing at his crotch and every now and then he made a whimpering noise in his throat like a hungry animal. When I was completely naked, he motioned for me to come closer.
"Beautiful!" he whispered, reaching out to brush his hand up and down the furry spot between my legs. "Just beautiful! I like pussy with a lot of hair! Did Johnny tell you?"
"No, he didn't."
"Well, I do!" Horace chuckled. "I just love to nuzzle my face in it! You don't mind, do you?"
"Go ahead."
I stepped forward and spread my legs further apart. I winced as his cold fingers clamped on the cheeks of my ass and pulled me forward. His pudgy little face zoomed right into my crotch and his leathery tongue wasted no time in tasting me. He licked quickly up and down the outside of the crack, then almost smothered his face in my fur as he drove the end of his tongue deep inside the hole.
I put my hands on top of his head, guiding him back and forth as he ate me. He made wet, grunting noises through his mouth as he worked over my cunt, licking and lapping and slurping like he was eating dinner from a Bowl. In an odd way, I found it exciting having him do that to me and I told myself it might not be so bad if that's all he was after. But no such luck.
After several minutes of nuzzling and lapping with his tongue, Horace pulled his face away from my cunt and leaned back across the bed on his elbows. His eyes were glistening brightly as he looked up at me.
"Now how about returning the favor, baby?" he grunted.
"What?"
"You suck cock, don't you?" I swallowed hard, wondering if Johnny had told him how good I was with my mouth. I shrugged my shoulders and muttered, "Sure. Is that what you want?"
"I sure's hell do!" he chuckled. "I love it, but the wife won't do it for me."
It didn't take more than a look inside his pants for me to understand why. His cock was not only short and thin, but there was an ugly little mole just below the head that made my stomach turn over when I thought I would have to take it in my mouth along with the rest of him.
I got down on my knees in front of him and reached for the hard little cock. It jumped fitfully in my fingers and when I touched my lips to the head of it, Horace made such a squealing noise through his open mouth that I thought he was going to come that second. Again no such luck, through.
I blew him for what seemed an eternity, working my lips and tongue on his prick as skillfully as I'd ever done with Johnny's, but Horace seemed determined to make his pleasure last as long as possible. He panted and groaned and wheezed, his hands clawing at my naked tits and squeezing the nipples while I sucked him, but he didn't come. He didn't even seem close to it when at last he urged my mouth off him.
"Boy, I love that!" he chuckled. "I love feeling you do it and I love watching you do it, too! There's nothing more exciting to me than the sight of a pretty young girl's hot mouth wrapped around my dick!"
"Really?" I muttered. "Do-you want me to do it some more?"
"Huh-uh," he grinned. "I felt how your mouth feels, now I want to feel some pussy."
My stomach dropped inside me and it was all I could do to keep from groaning with anguish. But I forced myself to smile as though his suggestion was the best idea I'd heard all year. I kept telling myself that Johnny's future depended on how well I performed for this greasy little man, and his future meant my future. Like it or not, I would have to let Horace fuck me if I ever wanted to get the things from life I'd dreamed about for so long.
I got onto the bed and spread myself open for him. I turned my head away while he grunted and got out of his clothes. His body was as bad as I'd suspected, with an enormous roll of fat around the middle and spindly, rooster-like legs.
"Why don't you turn out the lights, honey?" I suggested, thinking that if I didn't have to look at his face while he did it to me it might not be so bad. I could close my eyes and pretend it was someone else. Anyone else!
"No sir!" he laughed. "I don't often get a chance to fuck such ripe young pussy, and I want to watch myself do it to you! I want to see that hot cunt of yours open up for me and take me deep inside! I want to watch myself pump you, and see those red lips squeeze me while we fuck!"
"Sure, honey," I smiled faintly. "I do, too."
"You do?" he beamed. "Oh, that's great, baby! I'm glad I'm turning you on, too!"
"You'll never know how much," I muttered.
He got onto the bed and scrambled on top of me. For the first few minutes I didn't think he was even going to be able to get it in. His big belly was in the way every time he tried to get down and stick his cock into my gaping slit. Finally, huffing and puffing all the while, he found an angle that would work and entered me.
I winced in pain. He wasn't really big enough to hurt me, but the unexpectedness of his thrust had caught me unprepared. He started to pump up and down on me like crazy, not bothering in the least about whether or not I was enjoying it, too. Several times his cock slipped out of the hole and he had to stop and struggle to get it back in.
"Oh, baby, you feel so good!" he grunted, bouncing up and down on me like a rubber ball. His cock was moving in and out of my hole in quick, short stabs. He wasn't long enough to penetrate far enough for me to get any real feeling out of it, though. In fact, it was almost uncomfortable for me, since I kept expecting the long, deep swell of cock I was used to when Johnny did it to me. "So good! So good!" he panted. "For me, too, baby!" I gasped, hoping he'd believe it. "Are you going to come for me?"
"Sure am!" he grinned. "But I'll wait for you to first. When I feel your juice, I'll shoot with you."
I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning aloud. How was I supposed to come when I wasn't even mildly excited by anything he'd done so far? At that rate, he'd be on top of me all night, huffing and puffing and sweating all over me.
I closed my eyes and tried to work myself into a frenzy so I could get it over with. I imagined all the men I'd known in my life, seeing them flash across the blackness of my mind like a slow-moving camera. I saw Caleb standing in the pile of hay behind the barn, his huge cock sticking out toward me like a flagpole. A little tremor of excitement rippled through me and I forced myself to think on. Daddy Luke came next. I remembered how rough he'd been with me in that room at the mill, using me brutally and ruthlessly as he thrust that enormous weapon in and out.
"You're getting there, baby!" Horace gasped. "I can feel that sweet pussy squeezing and purring on me now!"
My mind recalled the carload of boys who'd picked me up on the highway. Was I wrong not to have stayed with them, I wondered, and let them shove their cocks in my mouth ... my cunt ... my asshole? I'd never taken on more than one guy at a time; perhaps I should have tried it at least once. The notion of how it might have been made me tingle a little more violently and I knew then that it would work if I could just keep the sexy thoughts coming.
I remembered how I'd sucked off Tony in the cab of his truck and then let him fuck me the next morning. My insides quivered sharply, re-living the wonderful feel of his prick inside me.
Even Marge was a turn-on when I thought about how she used to burrow her face between my legs and eat me until she'd drained every possible drop of juice from my hole.
But it was Johnny's image that really did the trick. Nothing and no one in the past meant as much to me as he did. He owned me now, body and soul, and if screwing this little man meant he would stay with me, then I would do it gladly. For him. For us.
"Oh, baby!" Horace suddenly grunted. "That's it! Just let that juice ooze, honey! Let it ooze all over me!"
My eyes blinked open in surprise. Without even realizing it, I had started to come. I could feel the violent contractions inside my cunt and feel the wash of juice running down to coat his moving cock. I groaned and threw my arms tighter around him, letting him think it was his fucking that had brought me off.
"Now me! Now me, baby!" he gasped. He slammed his full weight down on top of me, almost smothering me with the mound of flesh, and I felt two little spurts of cum shoot out of his cock. Just two, then it was all over. He didn't even stay in me until his cock went soft, but pulled out as roughly as he'd shoved in.
He got off the bed and went into the bathroom for a towel to wipe himself off. I got shakily to my feet and fished a cigarette out of my purse. When he came back, I'd dressed and was ready to go.
"Thanks, baby" he smiled, coming up close to me and reaching up to kiss me goodbye. He had to lift up almost on tip-toe to reach my mouth. "It was really great. Maybe we can get together again sometime, huh?"
"Maybe," I murmured, thinking to myself, "Like when hell freezes over."
I was almost to the door when I suddenly stopped and turned back to him. I was too curious not to ask, even though Johnny had said I shouldn't mention anything about the contract and leave the negotiations to him. I thought that if I left Horace with a definite commitment it would make Johnny happy enough to give me a real good time when I got to his apartment.
"Oh, Horace," I said, "I really can't help asking. Does-uh-does Johnny have the job with you now?"
The little man seemed puzzled and confused by the question. "Job?" he said. "Johnny's a piano player, not a tire salesman. What would he want a job with me for?"
If Johnny hadn't opened his apartment door within seconds after I rang the bell, I think I might have broken it down with my bare fists. I was angry enough to. All the way there in the taxi from Horace's hotel I'd been seeing angry red stars shooting before my eyes. The instant I saw Johnny's grinning face, those stars exploded like a bomb had gone off inside my head. Without even thinking what I was doing, I slapped him so hard across the face that I was afraid I broke a few fingers in the process.
He reeled back, stunned then angry. "What the hell's that for?"
"You lousy son-of-a-bitch!" I screamed. "Horace is a tire salesman!"
He smiled slowly, rubbing the bright red mark I'd left on his face. "How'd you find that out?"
"He told me so, when I asked if he was going to give you a job."
"I told you not to mention it, didn't I?"
"But you didn't tell me why, Johnny!" I screamed. "You didn't tell me I should keep my mouth shut because what you were really doing was pimping me to that little creep!"
"So?" he shrugged. "Would you have felt any better about it if I'd told you the truth?"
"Then you-you admit it!" I couldn't believe my ears; couldn't believe it was happening. "How much did you get for me, Johnny?" I spat bitterly.
"Fifty bucks. Same as the other girls get."
"The other-"
"Sure!" he laughed. "You don't think you're the only one I've got on a string, do you?"
I stared hard into his eyes, but saw nothing but coldness reflected back at me. He didn't care a thing for me; I could see that now. He was using me right down the line, just as he must have used the other girls he pimped. Making me believe he loved me, wanted me, when all the while he was thinking of me as no more than a piece of meat he could sell to the highest bidder.
"You'll get used to it." he said. "You'll be turning two or three tricks a night from now on and thinking nothing of it."
"Like hell I will!" I shouted. "Your string on me is cut, Johnny. You won't use me again; I'm getting out of here!"
"Okay," he shrugged. "Suit yourself. You know where the door is."
I whirled around, fully intending to walk through the door and never come back. I would wash my hands of him completely. Get as far from him as I could go and make a new life for myself. But as my hand touched the knob, his voice stopped me from turning it.
"It's a real shame you're walking out on me so soon, though," he murmured. "I really got the hots for you tonight, baby. I was planning a real balling session with you when you got here."
I turned my head and looked at him. He'd opened his shirt, exhibiting that hairy, muscular chest I loved so much. His hand was stroking slowly up and down his crotch and I could see the lump of cock hardening inside his pants. I felt a catch in my throat and a swell of desire that was almost sickening in its intensity.
"No, Johnny," I whispered. "It's not going to work. I'm through with you. Forever."
"Okay. Have it your way." His hand slowly pulled down the zipper of his fly and he reached inside it to bring out his cock. His eyes held mine, dancing with an inner glee, as he rubbed the big thing up and down, waving it toward me. "-I guess I'll have to call somebody else to take care of this if you don't want it." He turned and started to walk toward the bedroom.
"Johnny-!"
"Yeah?"
I swallowed hard. "Maybe-"
"What, baby?" He turned again, giving me another look at that big cock I loved so much. "Maybe just one more time, for goodbye? Is that what you're trying to say?"
I swallowed again, feeling like I had a baseball caught in my throat. I nodded my head slowly up and down.
Johnny smiled and stretched out his hand for me. "That's my good girl," he murmured softly. "Now you're talking sense."
"But never again, Johnny," I vowed. I moved slowly toward him, feeling an electric charge run through me when my hand touched his and his fingers tightened around mine. "I won't let you use me like that ever again."
"Sure, baby, sure," he grinned. He put his arm around me and led me toward the open bedroom door. "We'll talk about it in the morning, hmmmmm?"
