Chapter 4
It was well after dark as Ted Spencer drove west on the highway, entirely ignorant of the dilemma Becky was in at that very moment. He wasn't even absolutely sure he was still on their trail. His imagination was bad enough. If he had been aware of the actual details of what his daughter was experiencing, he would have gotten apoplexy.
As the motor purred along he found his thoughts turning back to Mabel, the motel prostitute. He felt guilty for having cheated on Hazel but he hadn't had another woman in so long a time that the experience had been terribly exciting for him. He had slept all day after she left, had gotten up and showered, then resumed his drive around dusk. But as he drove, he kept thinking about Mabel's naked body. His daughter was the important thing, he had to keep reminding himself. It was because of her that he was on the trip-not to sleep with whores. Still he found himself considering the possibility of having some other woman along the way. His appetite had been whetted and it was very hard for him to dismiss it from his mind.
From time to time he passed hitchhikers, but he always passed them by. They were always seedy-looking men that he thought might want more from him than just a ride. Once a younger man had raised a limp wrist and waved to him for all the world like a girl. There had even been a definite sway to the man's hips, as he stood trying to cadge a ride.
"Fuckin' queer!" Ted had yelled out the window as he went by. Queers made him sick to his stomach.
Just as he topped a long hill outside a small town, his headlights flashed past a lone figure on the roadway. His first thought was that it was just another hitchhiker and he stepped on the gas. But as he sped past, he saw that it was a woman. And from the brief glimpse he got, a pretty good-looking one at that. For a few seconds he debated whether to stop, then his emotions won out and he turned into a side road and turned the car around. When he reached the place where he had seen her his heart fell. She was gone. Damn it!
But as he turned around again, he saw her waving frantically from a phone booth a few yards off the road. He felt a surge of joy. He drove up toward her and stopped. She dashed toward him from the phone booth and waved her hand in the air.
"I sure would like a ride if you're going that way very far, mister," she said.
He couldn't see her body too well because of the coat she wore but, if the trim long legs sticking out from under it were any indication, he thought she must be a very pretty woman. She was young too, he noted with nervous anticipation-not more than twenty-one or twenty-two at the most.
"Sure, hop in. I'm probably going farther than you are going. Isn't that coat pretty thin for nighttime?" he said. He introduced himself and she said her name was Roseann. Since she didn't have any suitcase with her, he cursed his luck and figured she must not be going far. But when he asked her about it, she said she was going as far as an air force base in western Kansas.
Now that she was in the car he could see her better. She had a full growth of thick blonde hair of a darker shade than his daughter's, and a delicately boned face with large green eyes. He kept hoping she would unbutton her coat so he could get a good look at the rest of her body but she kept it buttoned tightly. She seemed pretty nervous and kept lighting one cigarette after another. After a few miles his silence paid off and she opened up a little.
"The truth is, I'm running away," she confided, "but it's not like you think. I've been living with my inlaws in a little town a few miles back while my husband's in the air force. I tried to stick it out but we just didn't get along at all. I'm going now to meet him. He just got back from overseas."
Ted told her he'd be glad to take her all the way, but that it would be probably noon the next day before they got there. He didn't actually come right out and say they'd need to sleep somewhere before they got there, but he hoped she realized it. His spirits were raised when she didn't put up opposition to riding all the way with him.
She still kept her coat buttoned and he was dying to see what she looked like. He reached over on the sly and flipped the heater switch on. It worked.
"Seems kind of hot in here," she observed. "Mind if I take my coat off and toss it on the back seat?"
He told her to go right ahead. That way it worked out better than he'd planned. When she stretched back to put the coat away, he not only got to see what she looked like but got a nice shot several inches up her dress as well. She was skinny, he observed, and maybe some guys would have thought she was too skinny. But not him. He liked them pretty thin. And since the motel prostitute had been rather buxom, Roseann was a welcome change. But she turned around faster than he anticipated and he thought she just might have caught him looking at her. She didn't say anything, so he never knew for sure.
He commented on her apparent nervousness and she admitted it. He told her he was going to stop soon for a bite to eat and maybe a drink or two would calm her. When they pulled into a roadside restaurant he ate, but she wouldn't touch a thing. When he offered her a drink again, her answer surprised him.
"Would you think I was silly if I asked you to just get some cold beer and let me drink it in the car?" she asked. "I know that isn't very sophisticated, but I'm a pretty plain girl in a lot of ways."
Ted was naturally delighted to have her do her drinking in the car. He picked up two six-packs and they were on their way. She downed the first beer pretty fast and midway into the second she began to talk. He didn't know whether she just happened to be a woman with a small capacity for alcohol, or whether not eating made it act on her more but, whatever the reason, she quickly became much more talkative.
She told him the main trouble she had with her inlaws was over "bedroom stuff." Ted's ears pricked up like a bird dog.
"Oh really?" he commented, trying his best to contain himself.
"Yes," she said. "It's not that I go out on my husband or anything like that. Maybe if I did, things would be better, I don't know. But the thing is, his dad started getting flirty with me. Know what I mean? I noticed him gawking at me for a long time before he ever did anything about it but one night when his wife was out he tried to get fresh and I slapped his face. It made him real mad but, of course, he couldn't tell his wife, and I was embarrassed too. You know, my husband's own father trying to do things with me."
"Uh... just what was it he did," asked Ted, "if you don't mind my asking?"
"Well, he came into my room after I'd already gone to bed and nuzzled his old whiskery face down and tried to kiss me. I think he got to see quite a bit too, before I rapped him with my open palm. You know, sometimes a girl doesn't wear much to bed if there's no one around to see what she's got on."
She took another long drink of beer, then swung her long legs up into the seat and kicked her shoes off. She was becoming more informal by the minute and Ted was hoping she'd keep it up.
"That's not all, though," she continued. "After that he'd try to peek at me when I was undressing or in the bathroom. I had to stuff paper in the keyhole of my bedroom door, and once he tried to look through the transom when I was toweling off in the bathroom after a shower. Once in a while he'd buy me something. It was okay at first. Just little impersonal things. But when he came home one day with a pair of sheer pantyhose, I knew he just bought them to get to watch me put them on. But I didn't give him the satisfaction of seeing it."
She laughed. "I got some satisfaction for myself though, every once in a while," she said, in a low, indistinct voice as though she were speaking to herself. When he asked her to repeat it, she blushed and clapped a hand over her mouth. But by now she was into her third beer.
"I just meant that I did what women do sometimes when they're alone without their man," she explained. "You're married, aren't you? You know how it is to... well, to get used to making love every night with your spouse. And then what do you do if you're left all alone, with no one to do it with you?"
Ted was on top of every word she said. "Sure," he consoled, "I know what you mean. It gets bad, doesn't it? I'm that way myself right now, as a matter of fact. I'm going to be gone from my home and wife for two or three more weeks. I know what you mean."
She giggled. "You ever do it then?" she asked.
He felt his penis growing inside his pants. "What?" he asked. He was pretty sure he knew damned well what she was referring to, but he wanted to hear her say it. "Do I ever do what?"
"Oh, you know," she answered cagily. "What kids do when they first discover they got something between their legs. Masturbate."
Ted gave a start. Somehow the scientific term for the act was more exciting to him, coming from her, than a more common way of saying it would have been. He was tongue-tied. He desperately wanted to continue the conversation but he couldn't think what to say.
"Come on, admit it," she chided, "I just know you have. Every boy does it and most girls do too, even then a lot of guys don't think so. I know I sure do. If it wasn't for that, I'd go out of my mind when I'm away from my husband for so long."
"I guess I have sometimes, yeah," he finally answered, in control again of his voice. "When I was a kid," he added. The basic guilt with which Ted regarded the act forced him to justify his confession to her.
"When you were a kid?" she said, giving a loud laugh. She was definitely in her cups. "Hell, I bet you've done it since you been grown too. I bet you do it right now!"
He much preferred to talk about her. "Do you? Do you still do it now sometimes, even though you're grown?" His eyes were gleaming with desire as he spoke.
"I already told you I did," she exclaimed. "Boy, you should have seen my father-in-law when he got an eyeful of it one time. The old bastard had been trying to look up my skirt or see me in bed for weeks, like I told you. Well, one night he went outside and peeked in my bedroom window. I had my door locked and the keyhole stuffed with paper, so it never dawned on me to expect him from the other direction. I was lying on the bed. I still had my panties and bra on, but that didn't keep me from doing it. If a girl's needing relief bad enough, it's easy to do it, no matter what you're wearing."
She took another long drink of the beer. "I'd been watching television and there was a love movie on. Nothing too hot, just mushy stuff. You know, kissing, hugging and all. But the guy playing the lead was really good-looking and he got me all turned on. That's when I started needing it bad. Pretty soon I slipped my hand in my panties and started giving it to myself real nice and slow. To tell the truth I guess I was thinking how nice it would be if the big guy was off the television screen and lying there on the bed with his hand inside my panties. Anyway, before I even got myself good and wet, I heard a terrible crash outside the window. I dashed outside and found my father-in-law lying down on the porch with a big cardboard box turned over next to him. The old fool had tried to stand on it to see better and it gave way."
She laughed drunkenly and shook her head. "You can see why I had to get away from there, can't you? It may be funny now, but it was hell when I was living there."
Her story had excited him tremendously. His penis was so hard it was ramming against his zipper and hurting itself. He wondered if she thought he was too old for her.
"Listen, Roseann," he said in a joking way, "you hadn't ought to tell a guy like me things like that. I've been away from my wife for quite a while, you know. Hearing something that sexy might get me all hot and bothered and make me do something I'd be sorry for."
"Really?" she mused. "It never occurred to me that just hearing something like that would get you... hot." He noticed that she put a strange emphasis on the last word. "You kidding me, or are you really turned on just from what I said? If there was anything to see, I could understand it, but all I did was tell you about it. I sure didn't show you anything to make you hot."
They both looked at her legs at the same moment. She saw that she had accidentally been showing quite a bit of her hosiery-covered thigh to Ted. She giggled, pulled her dress hem down, and said "Well, not very much, anyway."
"Then you've got a lot to learn about men, Roseann," he said. "It doesn't take nearly as much to get a man hot for loving as for a woman." His face was sweating. "If you don't believe me, just look in my lap."
The young woman turned her eyes to the front of his pants and observed the unmistakable outline of an aroused male organ pushing up from underneath. She stared at it for a full half minute before she said anything to him. His eyes were on her face as much as his driving allowed and he saw her touch the tip of her tongue to her dry lips just before she spoke. "You weren't kidding me, were you? You got a hard-on under there if I ever saw one. I'll be damned. Looks like you're built pretty well, too. It sure isn't no little boy's cock you got under there."
He couldn't stand it anymore. He pulled the car off the road at the next side road and turned off the motor.
"What are you doing?" Roseann stupidly inquired. She didn't appear too angry, only puzzled.
"A man can't stand to have a woman act the way you've been for very long without doing anything about it," he explained.
Her face was completely impassive. He even thought he detected the beginning of a strange little smile. "You're right, mister," she admitted. "I shouldn't have been carrying on like I have."
"Ted," he corrected, "not 'mister.' "
"Whatever," she said. "Anyway, I should have known better than to tell you things like I've been doing. I should have never had all these beers. That's what did it."
"The hell it was," Ted protested. "All the beer did was make you relaxed enough to let me see what's inside. And you know damned well what that is- you've a case of the worst hot pants I've seen in a long time. Don't deny it."
She dropped her head and turned slightly away from him. It wasn't that she was sad. She just couldn't bear to hear the truth.
He dropped his hands from the steering wheel and scooted across the seat to her. Her legs were still folded under her and she was in her stocking feet. He placed one hand on her slender knee and the other to her cheek, directing her face toward his. She could see very well that he could see a long way up her dress but she made no move to pull her hem down or even to bring her legs closer together.
"Don't look at me with such a long face," he demanded. "The only thing wrong with you is the same thing wrong with me... we're horny, that's all. You've already seen this through my pants, Roseann. Here, look at what it looks like out in the open."
He darted his hand to his fly and tore open the zipper. The heavy length of his organ flopped out in front of the girl's eyes and she made a move to slide toward the opposite door.
"Now, you don't!" he yelled, stopping her. "You were awfully damned interested in this thing before. See how you like it now. I can tell you for sure it wouldn't be big and hard like this if it wasn't for you. A man can only take so much, you know, then he has to get down to brass tacks and get his hands on a woman."
She jerked her head and her long hair flew aside like a whip. She was trembling. "I wasn't trying to get away, damn it, Ted," she said. "Can't you understand a girl has feelings too? I can't stand to have that big tool of yours naked right in front without wanting to do something. I don't care what you think of me- maybe I'm a slut, I don't know. But it's bad enough to feel this way-much less admit it to a man."
He felt the sap rise in his turgid member. "Don't worry about what I think of you, for Christ's sake," he said. "You're just admitting the truth, and that's more than most women will do. Take hold of it. I know fucking well you want to!"
She turned away and then turned back again. She was shaking like a leaf. "No," she hissed, "I won't do it. I won't let myself give in to my emotions and make a fool of myself in front of you. I... I can't-"
"Yes, you can, by God!" yelled Ted. "And I'm going to show you you can."
He grabbed one of her hands and pressed it to the pulsing stalk of his inflamed manhood. She emitted a little cry and made a halfhearted effort to move away. The touch of his hot flesh was like a branding iron against her palm.
"Oh, you bastard," she cursed him, half crying and half laughing, "you know how hot I am for it, don't you? You can see it in everything I do, can't you? I can't fight it anymore, Ted. I'm too weak."
And before his excited gaze, she turned toward him and wrapped her free arm around his neck. She hugged him to her soft, small breasts for dear life and ran her hand up and down the shaft of his penis. It was clear to him that he didn't need to hold it anymore. He turned loose of her wrist and threw his arm around her back. For a few seconds the aroused pair grasped each other's body like birds of prey, hugging and clutching frantically, with no thought of where their hands were. Then the clothes started coming off.
He grabbed her dress at the neck and fumbled with it, his fingers maddeningly frustrated as they sought a way inside. She still had his organ in a strong grip and was doing nothing to hide her desire for it.
"Oh shit, just yank it off the best way you can, Ted," she cried. "I can't remember how the damned thing comes off. Please, please-get it off. I'm burning up in here. Get me down to my panties and bra fast, lover, will you?"
Her eagerness stimulated him more than ever. He hooked his two hands in the top of the dress just above her breasts and ripped hard. The fabric gave way with a sharp tearing noise and parted all the way to her waist, exposing a white brassiere. She grabbed him around the neck and spoke drunkenly into his ear.
"Get the rest off," she ranted. "The bra and everything. I want to be strip-ass naked with you."
He reached behind her and tried for a couple of seconds to unhook the bra strap. When it proved difficult, he snatched it off her back by popping the elastic and breaking it in two. Her small but firm breasts came jiggling out in the open. She took a hand off his penis and put it under a breast. Lifting it up and pointing her dark little nipple toward his face, she said, "Go ahead and take it, Ted. Now that you got my boobies out where you can get to them, you can do anything you want to to them. Lick 'em suck 'em, I don't care... but for God's sake do something to 'em, will you?"
He dove forward and took one in his mouth before he even got his hand to one. They were about the size of lemons, he found, and firm as could be. The sucking noise he produced made her temperature soar and she egged him on by increasing her attention to his big red organ. She still had the bottom of her dress on and he soon had it made clear to him that she wanted it off too.
"Take the rest off," she gasped. "I want my cunt naked for you. Damn, that's what so hot. I just got to have it off."
From his position at her breast he could smell the feminine scent of her genitals and knew she meant what she said. He raised his mouth from her nipple and worked on the bottom of the dress but it was to no avail. It was stuck too tight. He grabbed her under the cheeks of her rear and laid her down on her back in the seat, then jerked the remains of the garment off over her legs and feet. She lay looking up at him in nothing but her underpants. She smiled drunkenly and kicked her feet in the air as though she were riding a bicycle.
"That's it, honey," she gasped. "Get me all the way naked. I want to feel that big cock of yours ream me out like a bulldozer."
The sight of her rounded buttocks squirming below him in the car seat made him impatient to sink his hard flesh between her tender thighs. He flipped the waistband of the panties against her.
"Ouch!" she cried.
"Take them off yourself," he told her. "I did the rest. Hell, I haven't even got my own clothes off yet at all."
She looked up at him from the seat as he got out of his shirt and started in on his pants.
"You dirty old fucker," she chided, "you just want to see me do it, don't you? You just want to watch me! I don't care, though. Look at me all you want to while I strip 'em off."
Now he had his clothes off except for his shoes and socks, which he decided was too much trouble. His pants were down around his ankles and his undershorts were at his knees. What attracted his entire attention now was her hand. With one, she kept slipping up and down his penis as before. But the one she had jammed into her panties was the one he was so busy watching. He couldn't wait to see her organs. And to be able to watch her divest herself of the final scanty undergarment was especially erotic to him.
She knew very well what he was doing, but far from objecting to it, she reveled in it. Her long dark blonde hair was tossed every which way as she grinned up at him through it.
"Lookee, lookee," she teased, "I'm getting close to the pussy, Ted. See? I'm already down to the hairs."
He saw the first tangles of dark blonde hair appear at the top of her descending panties. If it hadn't been for her hand giving him stimulation, he wouldn't have been able to stand the waiting. His blood was burning to view the inner sanctum of her still-hidden sex.
"Is that the place you couldn't keep your mouth shut about?" he asked banteringly. "Is that the little cunt you couldn't keep your hands off of?"
"Sure is," she coyly admitted. "You can't see enough of it, can you? Look, here's my mound."
She was inching them down. Suddenly she gave a jerk and yanked the flimsy panties all the way down to her knees. "This is teasing me more than it is you," she exclaimed. "The hell with this striptease. I want 'em off!"
The wet, red-lipped orifice gleamed up at him from a surrounding bed of thick, springy curls. He didn't wait for an invitation to touch it. His hand moved like a snake and she arched her back and gasped in pleasure as his fingers went straight to the slick, moist slit. He inserted a thumb and two fingers into the fleshy folds.
"Ungh... ungh," she moaned. "Right there, right there," she cried. "Don't stop!"
So far, he had only pressed his fingers to the inner surfaces of the lips themselves. Now he raised then to the pea-sized button at the top and touched it ever so gently. Her response was electric.
"Oooooooooh," she groaned. "Oh shit, don't wait any longer. Gimme the prick, will you? I need it right now!"
Ted was so aroused from the steady masturbation she'd been giving him that his penis was clamoring for relief. Her reaction was exactly what he'd hoped. He raised himself over her on his hands and knees and she pulled him closer by yanking on his organ. As she stared up at him from the seat she saw his sweating face and was roused to a fine edge of desire. She guided the thick instrument to the hungry cleft of her organs and pushed the knobby end inside in one motion.
In his excitement at achieving entry, he cracked his knee against the dashboard ashtray. He felt the skin break and the resultant stab of pain, but he was much too hot to let it bother him. She reached for him with both hands and raised her pelvis to meet him. As his organ mined the wet sweetness os her vagina, he felt the blood rush to his head and groin like an avalanche.
"Ugh... ugh... oh baby, oh baby... lemme have it!" he muttered, his breath coming in wheezes.
"Take it, lover man!" she cried. "Ungh... take it all. Oh, my God, fuck me, Ted... fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
He ground his member into her moist loins like a piledriver and she returned every motion. Just before she reached her orgasm he saw her shake from side to side, then her arms and legs twitched like a spastic and, when he unloaded his sperm into her steaming organs, she hit her peak and sobbed like a baby. He was completely out of breath. He lay on her sweat-damp front, too tired to move a muscle. For almost a whole minute after his ejaculation, she industriously worked herself up and down against his organ even after it started going soft. From the little noises she made, it was obvious she was enjoying a few smaller climaxes in the wake of the big one.
They lay for almost a half hour in the same position. The alcohol had gotten to her now and she was sleeping like a log. He put her clothes back over her and then donned his own and drove away. He was too sleepy to drive far, after expending all that energy, so he stopped at the first motel he came to.
A half hour later they were both fast asleep. As he dozed off, he recounted the day's activities and felt very guilty. He should have been miles farther down the road by this time. There was no telling how far ahead Becky and her companions had traveled. He would have to keep his mind on his business from, now on, he thought, as sleep claimed him. He had no way of knowing, of course, that his daughter and her two friends had also stopped, and that even though they remained almost a hundred miles ahead of him, their relative distance did not increase.
Some time in the early morning hours before the sun had even begun to rise, he was awakened by a most pleasant sensation. Roseann had roused herself and buried her head under the covers. He woke to the wet touch of her lips on his shriveled penis. He was so groggy he thought he must be having an erotic dream. But, as the attention she gave him raised his dormant organ to a new state of erection, he soon realized the wonderful truth.
No doubt about it. This Roseann was every bit as horny as she claimed. No wonder she was forced to masturbate a lot to satisfy herself in the absence of her husband, he thought. She sucked and licked on it for several minutes and, from the way the covers were moving and the bed was shaking, he was almost sure that she had her other hand busy between her own thighs. Before long he heard a whimpering sound and felt her speed up the motions of her fingers on his penis. She had her mouth and one of her hands going on it at the same time. Although his climax was weaker than before, she finally drove him to it. When the sperm came flooding out, she greedily smacked her lips and sucked off every drop of it.
Only then did they return to sleep. When he woke up the next morning she was gone. She had pinned a note to her pillow.
"Dear Ted," it began. "I really have to get control of myself. The beer I drank last night made me do things that I would have never done sober. I'm not claiming I didn't like it-I did. In fact, I loved it. But I could never face you, now that morning is here. You're a nice guy. Good luck. I'm going the rest of the way on the bus." It was signed, "Roseann, your highway lover."
He tore the note up and showered, then shaved and paid his bill. He had a daughter to locate. A chilling thought struck him. What if his little Becky was lying on her back right this moment, letting some hippie make love to her? What if she were doing the same he had been doing so much of lately?
He patted the stock of his shotgun and headed west on Route 66.