Chapter 3
"Come here often?" he asked. The usual. Viola smiled back at him. "No, not so often. Yourself?"
The big man shifted stools so that he could sit next to her. "No, not so often. I'm just drivin' through. I've got my rig at a motel down the road on Mannheim."
"Your rig?"
"Yeah. I'm drivin' a trailer. You know, big diesel truck." He took a few dollars out of his pocket and threw them onto the bar for no apparent reason. Viola watched him with interest. "Just thought I'd take a night off. Christ, I been drivin' full throttle since Los Angeles. Only caught a little sleep at Oklahoma City. What about you?"
His direct question startled her. What did he expect her to say, I come into bars to pick up men and get laid because I'm nervous and dissatisfied sexually?
"Oh, I'm from around here."
"Chicago."
"Yes."
He dropped his hand casually on her knee, slipping it negligently upward onto the fullness of her soft white thigh. She froze momentarily at this unexpected contact. It had to come sooner or later, of course, but there was something vaguely puritan in her subconscious that rebelled mutely all the same, every time.
"We both know what we want, don't we, babe?" he said vaguely. His hand was half way up to her panties before she reacted, dropping her hand in her lap. Then she gradually forced his hand and her skirt downward again.
"Yes, we both know what we want," she replied coolly, "but why do we want to do it here? Is this the most private place you can think of, Mr.--? "
The truck driver laughed, a big beefy smile flattening his face. "Miles," he said, "you kin call me Miles. Because that's how far I have to travel before I sleep. Get it?" At this he laughed uproariously and fell over his drink again. Viola winced. She could have wished for a more couth personality, but perhaps it was just as well. After all, she only wanted to get it over and done with. It was a bodily function and nothing more. That was all. And the earlier they finished, the earlier she would get home from her 'sewing lessons'.
It turned out that Mr. Miles was staying at the Carnival Motel on Mannheim Road. The Carnival had been the scene of several gangland slayings, but in recent years it had changed its name so often that visitors never remembered it from one year to the next. This evening it was quiet and still in the spring moonlight, its unused swimming pool glinting flashily under the cool starry sky. Viola noticed a large diesel trailer truck with a camel insignia on its side. Miles gripped her wrist tightly as he led her towards what was going to be their love nest. She felt altogether unaccountably nervous.
"Here it is, babe," he said after he'd unlocked the door and flipped the light switch.
Well, it was comfortable, she had to say that. It had everything and in particular a good shower with plenty of hot water at all times.
"Let's go, sweetie. How 'bout a kiss?" He took her into his arms brutally and mashed her lips back over her teeth in a savage, demanding kiss that took her breath away. As much as he disgusted her, there was an aura of rampant sexuality about the brute that was making her tingle desperately up between her legs. Perhaps this night she would have an orgasm at last.
His hands came up to grip the firm, full globes of her buttocks, his fingers digging in deeply. Viola winced and began struggling as he seemed to be spreading her buttocks cheeks apart.
"My pecker's so hard it's gonna break off in a minute," he said in a hoarse, guttural tone. "You better start cooperating or I'm gonna get mad." And then he kissed her again.
But now something new in her was rebelling at his coarseness, and she struggled more than she expected to. Finally he flung her away from him onto the bed, wiping a streak of blood from his lips where she had bit him.
He was still smiling, though. "A wildcat, huh?" he grinned. "That's the way I like 'em all right." And then he started taking off his clothes. "Take a look at these while you're waiting," he said, flinging her a handful of photographs he drew out of his wallet. "Maybe they'll get you going a little bit."
Involuntarily her eyes swung to the photos he'd dropped on the bed. The top one showed a girl sucking on an enormous penis, her mouth stretched so wide Viola wondered how she kept from choking on that gigantic shaft. The girl's lips Viola estimated her age at only sixteen, judging from the size and shape of her breasts were locked on the man's penis as if she adored it and never wanted to let it go.
All shame leaving her abruptly, Viola flipped over the top photo and went to the next one. In this one the same girl was sitting on a couch with her dainty feet flat on the floor and her legs spread wide apart. A man was kneeling between her thighs and Viola could clearly see his longish, lizard-like tongue curling into the widespread lips of the girl's open vagina. She had heard about men doing this sort of thing to women, but she'd never expected that the photograph of such a depraved act would have the power to excite her. Her thigh tops were consciously sweating, and a fierce tingle was escalating wildly in the very core of her thighs.
She jumped as the big truck driver came over and put his fingers into her hair. She hadn't noticed that he was now completely naked, and it came as something of a start to find that he already had a tremendous erection and that he was trying to push it into her nervous face.
"like what you see, baby? Are you worked up enough? Come on, let's go."
"All-all right," she started to say, expecting to jump up and start taking off her clothes, but before she had finished he had gripped her hair tightly and pulled her head strongly forward, bringing her soft red lips in instant contact with his massive sex rod. Her lips closed instinctively as they were pressed against the rubbery soft head of his penis. But the moistness between her legs was increasing, and there was no denying it. She was getting turned on, but good. She pressed her seat down into the bed, trying assuage that merciless lascivious tingle.
He laughed again and released her. "Still playing coy, huh? Maybe you need to look at a few more of these." He shoved another photograph under her nose. Viola found her breathing coming hot and fast as her eyes locked on this new one. It showed a girl on a bed with her legs wide apart and a man between them, his enormous penis sunk all the way into her belly through the glistening hairs surrounding her cunt. The photo showed with spine-tingling accuracy the thick male member disappearing into the soft, hair-fringed folds of her vagina. The man's cock was in almost to the hilt, only a brief length of it was still visible, wet and shining. The girl's face was contorted into the most depraved portrait of ecstatic rapture anyone could imagine.
Viola had never before actually seen a picture of two people fornicating. It appeared so strange in a photograph almost as if they were a single animal, perhaps a crab of some sort. . . the two long tentacles of the girl's legs were wide apart in the air above them ... Viola squirmed-and pressed her thighs tightly together.
"like that, huh?" he said, running his hand gently over her head. She glanced at his penis, which had softened slightly and was drooping right next to her cheek. Her heart raced. He was nice and hairy for a man, even if he did speak rather coarsely. The familiar hunger between her legs was beginning to grow and spread upward through her quivering stomach and on to the stiffening buds of her nipples. She shuddered as his gross, rugged hand moved down into the 'Vee" of her dress and inside her brassiere, gripping one of her tremulous breasts and squeezing it gently. Her breath was coming in short, labored gasps, the fire between her legs raging wildly out of control.
Miles was shuffling the photos one after another with his free hand, describing the actions therein in the most obscene terms he could think of. His lips had descended to the level of her ear and he was whispering filthy, hot entreaties into the sensitive shell-like orifice. Using words she had not heard in years, but which she found strangely, lewdly exciting in this peculiar situation. Lust was tugging at the very core of her quivering pussy.
Suddenly all fight left her as she felt his hand leave her breast and begin to lower the zipper down the back of her dress ... all the way down to the top of her buttocks...
His hands slipped into her open dress, curling around her bared waist and rising to push the tight, confining brassiere up and away from her ripe, swollen-with-passion breasts. He cupped the resilient, blue-veined mounds greedily, trapping her hardened nipples between thumb and forefinger, and squeezing until a gasp of pure pleasure broke from Viola's surrendering lips.
"You're ready, aren't you, babe?"
She nodded wordlessly, panting for breath. He laughed and she jerked as his hand left her breast to trail a slow, teasing path down her soft, delicately curved belly. The muscles in Viola's body were taut as bow strings under his maddening fondling. Then his fingers were insinuating into her black lace panties and she sighed evanescently. They moved down into her dark pubic hair, teasing her thrillingly so that she felt as if her loins were about to explode through her stomach. Then they finally shifted downward into her rapidly moistening pussy-slit. . .
"Aaahhh ... ohhhhhhhhhhhh..." She gripped his wrist as fingers played with the moist, fleshy lips of her cunt. A fingernail scraped delicately at the tiny bud of her clitoris, bringing it into quivering life. Viola jerked forward slightly as his hand curled more deeply into her yearning cunt, parting the soft lips of her vagina to snake teasing fingers in through the snug elastic opening, sending wild electric shocks of pure delight flashing through her weakened and trembling flesh.
"Over, babe!" he commanded suddenly, and all of a sudden he had slipped her over onto her stomach across the bed, pushing her dress all the way up around her waist. He dropped down onto her and the rigid enormity of his penis pressed deeply into the sweat-moistened crevice of her buttocks, pulsating like an electronic beacon. She ground back against it, moaning lasciviously, as his middle finger continued to probe and thrust through the open portals of her vagina.
"I'm going to fuck you from the back," the truck driver croaked. "Kneel up a little bit."
"Oh no not in my backside ... please no..."
But she groaned in surrender as he lifted her buttocks Up into the air and pulled down her panties all the way to her knees, slicing the edge of his hand knife-like against the dripping folds of her pussy and dragging them after it. Viola felt as if her muscles were made out of rubber. She rested heavily on her elbows and waited for his assault. Her buttocks waved in the air behind her and she shuddered as his hands smoothed and fondled them. A cool rush of air hit her rear and she suddenly flushed from shame. Her entire buttocks were exposed to a stranger, waving back in obscene invitation for any humiliation he cared to inflict. A final thought of her husband Cliff flickered through her raped and bleeding conscience as the trucker knelt and licked moistly down the entire length of her anal crevice, pausing briefly to flick the tip of his tongue directly into the tightly puckered ring.
"Oh my God," she moaned helplessly as the tantalizing licking invaded her loins, which were already quaking with desire. She shivered back against his maddening tongue, screwing her buttocks in tiny circles all around and around, feeling deliciously the complete tongue-torment of her exposed and vulnerable anus. She had never known a feeling like this before, so obscene and maddening all rolled up together. Men had fucked her, but no one had ever licked her anus before. She felt as if she were dying under that relentless tongue-lashing, it was so wonderful.
Then suddenly he stopped. He slithered his tongue up her moist crevice one last time, then licked over the ridges of her backbone until his progress was halted by the dress bunched up around her shoulders. Abruptly he got off the bed and shifted her roughly around so that her ass-cheeks were waving lewdly over the edge of the bed. Suddenly Viola quivered in fear as she felt the hugeness of the tightly-swollen head of his cock pressing into the split his hands were making of her buttocks.
Oh no, he's too big! a voice screamed in her head. He'll kill met
Viola's buttocks involuntarily cringed away from his rapidly approaching penis, but the rubbery tip followed her with a single intent. Her forehead pressed into the bed. There was nowhere to run, now. Her cringing flesh was trapped between the bed and the brutal penis in back of her.
His hands closed around the tops of her trembling thighs, holding them tightly, his huge fingers digging cruelly into her tender flesh.
"Reach in back put it in," he rasped.
"Oh no it'll hurt!"
"Don't be stupid," he panted. "In your cunt, not in your ass!" His fingers dug into her brutally and she groaned with pain. Instinctively she reached in back of her between her legs and closed her hand over his immense cock. It was enormous! Bigger by far than it had seemed at first glance. She'd never be able to take all of it!
"Go ahead," he croaked again, squeezing her flesh painfully and bringing a cry of agony from her panting lips. "Put it in!"
Weeping bitter tears of shame and pain, Viola placed the blunt, pulsating head against the snug-but-elastic opening of her hot moistened pussy, biting down hard on her lip to stave off greater tears. Then she could feel the smooth rubbery head slowly and teasingly parting the curling strands of the thick black pubic hair. It prodded and worked against her sensitive cuntal lips, parting them and forcing its way up inside the tender cuntal opening at the entrance to her precious passage. There was a great tearing feeling in her loins, and then his cock was worming and burrowing slowly in through the warm wet walls of her hungry vagina. Her thighs were swept apart and his long thick cock slithered through her hot throbbing passage like the trunk of a huge tree. The solid weight of his loins smashed hard against her quivering white buttocks, pushing her brutally forward onto her tear-streaked cheek.
"Oooohaarrggggggg!" she strangled through tightly clenched teeth, her vaginal channel on fire with a queer mixture of desire and pain. The lust-engorged rod of flesh penetrating her body felt like a drill burrowing deeply into her belly in search of oil. Viola struggled and tried to evade this terrible punishment, drawing herself slightly forward and slipping her vagina towards the top of Miles' fiercely punishing tool.
But it was no use trying to escape. He held her waist tightly and merely drove his penis forward with increased savagery, skewering upward right into her to the hilt, then drawing his cock out again with agonizing slowness. Viola was a helpless prisoner, impaled on his rock-hard penis like a butterfly mounted in a collection. Her lips opened and closed soundlessly as she felt the savage torment of that fiercely drubbing rod in her tender vaginal passage. Her cunt walls felt as if they were on fire. She wondered if he wasn't penetrating all the way up into her breasts with each mind-jarring bump to the top. She moaned and wept helplessly into the bedclothes.
Behind her, panting and gasping with delight, Miles began to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the soft warmth of her oozing vagina. Now the pain eased and Viola began to feel a strange, unearthly masochistic thrill at the exciting rhythm of his fucking. Wicked sensuality suddenly coursed like fire through her lust-drugged being, and she actually moved backward onto his cock in order to grip more of it with her undulating cuntal walls. Then she began to make lascivious little circles with her buttocks in obscene coordination with the long thick penis that was fucking into her.
"My Jesus," she breathed suddenly. "I like it, I like it, go on, go on, fuck me, lover."
Miles gritted his teeth and fucked in and out with long, hard, punishing strokes that made Viola gasp with joy. His cock seemed to receive its momentum from all the way down in his feet. Feelings of absolute power assaulted him as he held her hips down in total subjection and skewered his muscular organ in and out of her with relentless, unimpeachable fury. The soft, fleshy ridges deep inside of her gave way before his merciless onslaught, and he began pistoning faster and faster.
Viola groaned as he pummeled her with increasing frenzy. His fingers dug into her helpless milk-white flesh, squeezing the soft, unresisting thighs with sadistic power, hurting her, drawing groans of pain from her tortured throat as she struggled, helplessly impaled on his savagely dominating cock.
He gripped the quivering clear moons of her creamy smooth buttocks, stretching them wide apart. Now he could see his cock buried into the wet, glistening pink folds with its dark hairy surroundings. Her cunt clung hungrily to his rampant instrument and he suddenly stepped on his toes and plunged his shaft brutally in to the final remaining inch dragging a cry of agony out of her very entrails. He could feel the fleshy resistance in her vagina spreading before the tingling, engorged press of his cockhead. A soft, explosive gasp broke from Viola's lips as if the wind had been knocked out of her. The trucker sensed that she had never been fucked this mind-jarringly deep before, and he routed the head of his swollen organ around deep inside, enlarging the back end of her passage and feeling the undulating clasp of her vagina kissing his cock all over like warm elastic. The soft enveloping snugness brought a thrill shooting through his balls like a burst of stars in a black sky. His penis, encased by that warmly clasping sheath, throbbed with lewd delight.
Viola's eyes opened dazedly, then shut halfway again, glazed over with uncontrollable passion. She spread her thighs more widely, moving her feet apart and stretching with difficulty the flimsy black silk panties still hanging around her knees. Then she twisted her buttocks backward onto his instrument and moaned with one long, drawn-out sound that resembled nothing human. He ground forward through her twisting ass-cheeks and upward, slicing sharply into her affectionate and loving female sheath. The springy pubic triangle at the base of his cock was like a soft cushion against her quivering buttocks. She rubbed backward into it as he stuffed his throbbing hardness upwards into her, sighing endlessly all the while.
Dropping from her elbows, her enormous breasts squashed fleshly into the bed as he fucked her. She rotated her torso backward onto his cruelly pummeling penis. His cunt-dredging instrument embedded its full rigid length into her, drawing endless explosive gasps from her lust-racked throat. The spongy distended head punched the flat hardness of her cervix, probing deeply where no one ever had before. Viola forgot completely her humiliation of bending over like a slave as this stranger fucked her, venting his brutal animal lust in her flaming loins. She forgot the ripped panties dredged around her quavering kneecaps her lowered flag of surrender to lust. All she could think of or feel now was this terrible obscene joy consuming her from toenails to hair ends like a fire out of control. She had to be fucked like this, drubbed brutally, subjected to every lewd humiliation; this was all her pleasure wracked flesh would accept from him or any man. Every nerve ending in her exquisite statuesque body seemed to be singing with joy.
"Go forward," he rasped, "let's see some action on your part." The trucker's voice seemed to be incapable of producing anything more solid than a long, breathy trail of unclear words. She tried to go forward, but fell face down on the bed dragging him with her. His weight crushed her into the mattress and his penis rammed forward painfully into the solid unyielding end of her cervix. Viola cried out at the sharp sudden pain. Her legs flung wide to ease it, her toes digging fruitlessly into the mattress. She clenched her buttocks cheeks closely together, but this did not ease the pain either.
"Come up," he hissed in back of her, "it's slipping out!"
"Oh, no, I can't. You're killing me," she whimpered into the mattress.
"Hurry up, goddammit, it's coming out."
"No-I can't. The pain. Please. You're hurting me!"
There was sucking withdrawal between her legs, then a cool rush of air blasting into her tormented loins, and suddenly his weight was no longer on her. Viola moaned with temporary relief, but this was very temporary. For then the pain was replaced with another agony the agony of unquenched desire. She began gibbering mindlessly, pleading with him to put it in again, as his rough hands coursed over, removing all of her clothing. The remains of her ripped bikini panties were pulled hurriedly from off her calves. Then he rolled her over to draw her dress up over her head. She heard through her haze of desire its soft rustle as it fell to the floor. Now brutal hands ripped her brassiere away, and cool air rushed in to caress her large, firm breasts now free of their nyloned prison.
She was totally naked now except for her black patent high heeled pumps, her trembling nakedness completely at this stranger's mercy. He pushed her back on the bed with a low, guttural growl, then pulled her thighs wide apart by the knees. The mattress sagged as he crawled above her, holding his wide entrenching tool by its hairy base. Then his fingers slid in through the sex-slick hairs of her pussy, gripping her swollen cuntal lips and pressing them back. A tremor of desire like electric shock surged through her loins, making her rage with desire. And then the smooth, rubbery head of his penis came easing through her cuntal opening. Viola gasped and drew her knees up at a sharp angle so he could get more of it into her. Her whole body writhed and twisted uncontrollably and she groaned an abandoned welcome to that fiery pole of flesh as it returned to punishing her. It sank deeply into her singing cunt. Viola's countenance contorted with lust, moans of helpless ecstasy escaping her tightly-clenched teeth.
"Oh-oh-oh Jesus," she gasped as his hands forced themselves under the lusciously rounded moons of her buttocks, lifting her pelvis so that his cock could slide into her as deeply and powerfully as they both wanted it to. Viola lapsed into a string of incoherent moans and wrapped her warm, smooth legs around his hips as he plunged into her. The smooth, velvet walls of her vagina gripped his penis as it slid through, squeezing that rigid pole of muscle lovingly. She could feel every pulsating blue-veined ridge, every centimeter of flesh on his pummeling cock. Her besieged female flesh reveled in her wickedness and she screwed her loins up tightly against his until she could feel the tantalizing wrinkles of his balls pressed snugly into the wet, widely-stretched crevice below her cunt. The soft, hairy testicles rubbed teasingly against the sensitive outer ring of her tiny naked anus, sending shivers of obscene delight wafting through her fluttering nerve endings. There was nothing else in the world for her, no yesterday nor any tomorrow, nothing excepting this wonderful, belly-tearing fuck with wet flesh slapping wet flesh, loins grinding against hairy loins.
"That's it, darling, fuck it hard ... ooooooh it hurts so gooood ... fuck me!" she gasped, begging for it. Viola could feel her climax brushing tantalizingly near. Her body was no longer controllable under the onslaught of this ruthless sensation. She contorted and thrashed wildly as he threw his cock in and out of her helplessly writhing belly. She spread her legs widely, then pulled her knees up towards her shoulders until they mashed her breasts. She spurred him on like a stallion, beating a wild tattoo on his tensed buttocks cheeks with the heels of her feet.
Viola felt as if she were burning up. Her loins were on fire with a desperate need for orgasm, her body was white hot. Her ecstatic drawn face wailed from side to side, her mouth open in abandon, uttering a single, long drawn-out whine. She swung her legs up and clasped Miles' hips with the backs of her calves, her ankles locking tightly together high up his back. This action spiraled her hungry vagina up the full length of his sliding, pulsating shaft.
"That's it, baby," Miles gasped, "Make that hot little pussy climb!"
But Viola wasn't listening. She gyrated her hips and drove on unheeding. She was almost ready to cum now. Her belly was full of devilish butterflies dancing and fluttering their wings against the hotly throbbing walls of her vagina. Perspiration was pouring from her naked flesh in buckets.
And then the big truck driver began making it. . .
He clamped his mouth tightly on hers and then suddenly began groaning down her throat and giving short, explosive gasps as he spewed white-hot sperm deep into her hot, slippery cuntal channel. Viola could feel his milky jets, squirting into her in gushing torrents, making his penis jerk with each lust-heated spurt. But she was still moments away from her own orgasm.
"Oooohhhh, darling," she pleaded, "Wait, please wait! Wait for me!" She sobbed her frustration into his mouth, but it was hopeless. She squeezed her buttocks, clenching her vagina tightly around his rapidly deflating penis. But as it softened, its dominance of her lust-wracked flesh gradually waned. Then, with an empty groan, he rolled from between her legs to lie exhausted beside her. Viola humped and rotated her hips, squeezing her legs tightly together, but it was no use. She couldn't make it by herself.
She breathed a tremulous sigh of pure frustration and ran her fingers down into her sperm-soaked pussy hair, prying her sex lips apart. She was beside herself, urgent with desire. She spread out her legs to an obtuse angle and manipulated with small effect the hair-lined sex slit between her slick and sticky thighs. She dug her fingers into herself greedily, trying to reach the same impossible depths that Miles' cock had made it to moments before, before he'd betrayed her by cumming too soon.
Sighing, she looked at the ceiling. As her loins slowly calmed she remembered again that it always seemed to end this way with strangers, in a hopeless, unspent frustration. Was there to be no answer to her feverish, unquenched needs?
And then she started thinking about their handsome, young new neighbor again ... and his lovely buxom blonde wife...