Chapter 2
The girls overslept in the morning.
They were awakened by Dave's lusty hammering on their bedroom door. "Rise and shine, rise and shine!" he called. "Hit the floor, you gold-brickers!"
"We'll meet you in the motel restaurant," Elaine replied in a subdued voice.
They rose languidly, showered in turn, dressed with a minimum of conversation, and walked to the coffee shop. It was as though each in her mind's eye was reviewing the previous evening's events and wished no conversation to interfere with the train of thought invoked.
Dave was still in the coffee shop when they entered. Elaine slid into his booth and eyed the remains of the enormous breakfast he had consumed. "Just a growing boy," she remarked as the others sat down in the booth.
"Eat up and let's get on the road," Dave returned. "That's why you're paying my way, isn't it, for me to get you there?"
"This isn't a railroad and we're not on a schedule," Elaine said firmly. "Don't rush us. There's bowel movements and-and other things to take care of in the mornings."
"You can take your bowel movements behind a bush," Dave said impatiently.
"I'm afraid of spiders," Nancy shivered.
Dave looked at her with a glint in his eye. "I'll protect you from any spiders, Nan."
She found herself coloring without knowing why. Karen was looking at Dave curiously, as though trying to visualize in the cold light of day the passionate male animal she had seen in violent action the night before.
Dave prodded them to move faster, but Elaine refused to be hurried. Back in the motel room they redressed for the day's ride. After listening to a promise of warmer weather on the room's TV, Karen donned short-shorts. She certainly had the legs for them, Nancy thought to herself eyeing the blonde girl's slender-stemmed white thighs.
They caught Dave's eye, too, when he came to the room to put their bags back into the car. "Hey, Karen," he grinned, "how come you're the shortest of the bunch but your ass is the highest off the ground? Boy, you are really split high. I'm gonna nominate you for Miss Highpockets of the Year."
The blonde girl blushed but made no response.
Despite Dave's hustling of them, it was after ten-thirty before they got out on the highway. Elaine had climbed into the front seat with Dave, and Nancy settled down in the back with Karen. Dave sat behind the wheel in his wooden-Indian driving style, and the Toronado began to eat up the miles.
Two hours and 180 miles later, Karen spoke up from the back seat. "I've got to go," she announced.
"I could use a pit stop, too," Elaine admitted. "Slow down, Dave, and we'll tell you where to pull in."
Dave complied, and the girls refused the first three or four gas stations as not looking clean enough. Elaine finally directed him into a combination filling station-diner-tavern, and he pulled up at the gas pumps where he supervised the gassing up and the checking of the oil before he went to the men's room.
Karen was first in and first out of the ladies' room cubicle. She stood for a moment, combing her hair and watching Elaine's plump legs under the cubicle door before she wandered outside. The sun felt warming upon her long legs, almost fully disclosed in her short-shorts. The material clung to her firmly outthrust buttocks so tightly that the outline of her panties could be seen underneath.
A man stumbled down the steps of the tavern's separate entrance, righted himself, and sighted Karen. He was stubble-bearded and red-eyed, obviously drunk despite the early hour. He weaved an uncertain path toward Karen and faced her boldly despite her effort to turn away. "Hey, blon-die," the man smirked. "I've got th' time if you have."
Karen shrank away as the man planted himself in front of her. She had never been able to cope with a situation like this. She turned to flee as the man reached for her arm, her stomach cold and her legs trembling. And then Dave's bulk was between them and he was facing the drunk with his back to Karen. She never even saw his arm move, just the ripple of shoulder muscles and the "thwack!!" of flesh on flesh. The drunk flew backward, and the first part of him that hit the ground was the back of his neck.
The service station owner rushed up and apologized anxiously to Karen. Elaine and Nancy came out of the rest room and looked curiously at all the confusion. Karen was ashamed because she had to go back into the ladies' room again with her bladder suddenly distended from fear. Back in the car when they were ready to leave, she tried to thank Dave, but he brushed her off.
"Nothin' to it," Dave said airily. "You should've just hauled off an' kicked him in the shins."
Karen said nothing while her pulse and heartbeat gradually returned to normal. The other two girls had already dismissed the incident. Why couldn't she be as devil-may-care and laugh off happenings such as the one she had just experienced? Karen wondered. But she couldn't. She had never been able to take such incidents lightly.
They stopped in mid-afternoon for the lunch they'd skipped earlier because of their late start. Once again the girls repaired to the ladies' room, and this time Elaine was the last to emerge. Dave was standing beside the cigarette machine near the ladies' room door, smiling. "Hey, Elaine," he said softly.
Something about his smile and the way he addressed her caused Elaine to look quickly through the restaurant window. She could see Karen and Nancy already in place in the back seat of the Toronado. "What is it, Dave?" she asked cautiously.
Dave's smile widened to his familiar grin. "You gettin' anything strange lately, Elaine?" he inquired.
"No, I'm not getting anything strange," Elaine replied grimly, "and I'm not about to get anything strange from you, either, if that's what you happen to have on your mind."
"Why not?" he challenged her in a sudden change of mood.
"Because I'm not going to have you telling your friends I turned it up for you," Elaine said warmly. She could feel her face becoming flushed.
"You ever hear it said I did any talkin' about my business?" Dave wanted to know.
"No, I never did," Elaine admitted honestly. "But I don't intend to be the first."
After the two challenging questions his mood softened again. "You were watchin' last night, weren't you? All three of you?" he said quietly.
"Why, what makes you think-I mean, of course not!" Elaine faltered.
"I know damn well you were all in the bathroom gettin' an eyeful." This time it was his smile that challenged her instead of his words. "An' you're gonna miss out on all that fun?"
"I'm not-I'm not going to give you a chance to talk about me," Elaine said weakly.
Dave shook his head. His gray eyes twinkled at her. Elaine thought she had never seen eyes that could change so rapidly from mild-mannered good humor to flinty ice chips. "This could be a good party," he pointed out. "A real party. I've already got Karen under the gun. I'm really gonna fuck that blonde."
Elaine flinched at the broad-daylight, public-area use of the forbidden word. She glanced around, but no one had heard. "You'll never make it with her," she predicted. "She's afraid of men."
"That kind don't stay afraid forever," Dave said mildly. "You get the flighty ones to the waterin' trough an' they'll drink quite a while." He considered Elaine in silence for a moment. "But I'll level with you, redhead. It's your ass I really want. Yours has got muscles you haven't used yet."
"That's enough of that kind of talk!" Elaine said sharply. "You picked a fine trip to try to make it big-with your aunt along!"
"Is it Nan that's botherin' you?" Dave asked. "You think she'd talk?"
"She won't talk, because she won't have anything to talk about," Elaine insisted. "Come on before they start wondering what we're talking about."
"You could tell 'em the truth," Dave suggested. Elaine tried to push past him, but he took her arm. "Okay, I'll gamble with you," he continued.
"Gamble with me? How?"
"I'll fuck Nan first," Dave said. Elaine could feel her features stiffening with shock. "Then she can't talk, an' you can fuck for me, an' we'll all have a good time.
Elaine swallowed hard. "You're-you're-she's your aunt!" she got out finally in a strangled voice. She knew instinctively that this strange boy-man wasn't joking.
"What the hell's that got to do with it?" Dave asked in a tone of voice intended to be reasonable. "You on for the bet? If I make it with Nan, you say pretty please, I'd like some, too." Elaine shook her red head in a violent negative. "Ahhhh, c'mon," Dave went on, insinuatingly coaxing. "Think of the fun you'd have watchin' me work out with the other pair. An' how long's it been since you had your waterhole plugged? Betcha your first come's a cloud of dust."
"No!" Elaine exploded. She freed her arm and pushed past him.
"You think it over," Dave called after her.
Elaine went outside and got into the front seat of the car, afraid to look directly at Karen or Nancy for fear her inner turmoil-and yes, she had to admit it to herself, her inner excitement-was all too visible upon her face. The images called up by Dave's lewd suggestions prickled her nerve ends. Where had a boy like that developed such sang-froid? Elaine reminded herself that regardless of age anyone who had spent two years in the Marines was hardly a boy.
Dave climbed under the wheel and they rolled out on the highway again. Dave drove with the effortless elan he displayed in so many activities. Elaine stole glances at his rugged profile from time to time. Since her divorce she had had almost no sexual activity for fear of a scandal costing her the teaching job upon which she was dependent. What must it feel like to have all that riotous young energy she had witnessed last night turned loose within one? She tried to put the thought firmly from her mind.
They rode in silence for an hour. Nancy was sound asleep in a rear corner of the car, crumpled like a rag doll. Karen was sitting upright with her eyes closed, dozing. Elaine felt a touch on her arm. When she turned to look at Dave, he was staring straight ahead down the road. He took her arm and guided her hand to his crotch, where he had unzipped himself. Elaine jumped and almost exclaimed aloud as the back of her hand touched hard flesh. She looked down at Dave's semi-erection as he turned her hand over and forced it to cover his surging penis.
"Stop it!" Elaine hissed, her face scarlet.
"Don't wake the girls," Dave said mildly. He pulled on her arm until Elaine toppled sideways in the seat. She found her face within inches of the circumcised head of Dave's thick-shafted blue-veined prong. She tried furiously to pull away, but in vain. "Suck it, redhead," he said in the same quiet voice.
"Ahhhh, did you say something, Dave?" Karen's voice was raised sleepily from the back seat.
"Go on to sleep, like Nancy and Elaine," Dave said easily.
There was no further sound from the back seat. Elaine released a breath she seemed to have been holding indefinitely. To be caught in a position like that! What could be more mortifying? But the interruption had given her no respite. Dave had seized the opportunity to transfer his hand to the nape of her neck, and with ruthless strength he forced her face down upon his upstanding staff.
Elaine breathed deeply as she felt the big prick rubbed against her cheeks and over her lips. She was helpless against the powerful hand gripping her. The rigid penis was pressed tightly against her mouth. "Suck it!!" the harsh whisper floated down to her.
The pain in her neck was excruciating. Frantically she opened her mouth and ran her tongue out at the fleshy rod almost sealing her lips. The slight bumping motion of the car as Dave aimed it down the highway with one hand forced still more of the prick against her tongue.
Dave's hand-pressure upon Elaine's aching neck increased until she almost shrieked. "Suck it!" he repeated in the same rasping undertone. His voice was remorselessly impersonal.
Big tears came unbidden to Elaine's eyes as she opened her mouth and took the plum-colored broad head between her lips. She moved her mouth gingerly over the fully aroused warm-feeling joystick, ovaling her lips to draw slightly on the flesh mouthful much as she might have drawn upon a cigarette. She heard Dave's grunt of satisfaction, and he hitched his hips upward to thrust more of his prick into her mouth.
Elaine had sucked off her husband a few times, but only when requested, and she had never thought too highly of the exercise. She had to admit it was quite a different sensation with the mouthful of penis she was grappling with now. She moved her head up and down as her saliva gradually coated the big spear, her one thought to make Dave come quickly so he would release her from her painful position.
But work as she would with her mouth, nothing happened except that the prick seemed to crowd the back of her throat even more. She swirled her tongue tentatively around its underside, and was rewarded by the feel of a quick tremor in Dave's thighs against which her chin rested. She licked again, longer and harder. She could barely breathe, and she could feel her eyes popping from strain. Her mouth moved up and down the slippery shaft as she tongued it furiously.
And then Dave's thighs bumped her chin and a deluge spurted into her mouth. She gasped, swallowed, almost strangled, and swallowed again. The spurting seemed to go on and on, and driblets ran down from the corners of her mouth onto her chin. When it stopped finally, Elaine tongued her own lips frantically to remove all trace of Dave's spend as he released his grip on her neck.
He pulled a handkerchief from his hip pocket and handed it to her. She wiped her face off before doing the same for Dave's oozing penis and a few spots on his slacks. She was amazed to find she felt ridiculously pleased with herself that she could make him come off like that.
"How do I look?" she breathed before attempting to sit up in the seat again.
"Like you've just sucked a prick," he returned, and laughed silently.
She could have killed him for his callousness. She scrubbed at her face again with the handkerchief, smoothed out her hair with her hands, and ran the tip of her tongue over her lips again in a final effort to be sure there were no telltale signs. Then she sat up, stretching for the benefit of possible back-seat watchers as though she had just wakened from a nap.
But a sidelong glance into the back seat disclosed that caution was unnecessary: Nancy still slumbered soundly, hunched down in a corner, and Karen still dozed with her eyes closed. Elaine glanced at Dave serenely wheeling the Toronado down the highway. He looked over at her and caught her eye. "Wait till you get that little job-bie roamin' around in your cunt," he told her.
"Shut up!" Elaine commanded, but at the image instantly evoked she felt a warm, creeping, wet tide bedewing her panties. She clenched her thighs together in a futile effort to dam the volatile seepage. "Shut up!" she repeated, but with less force than before.
Dave laughed silently again, and the car sped along the highway.
It was Karen who suggested they get off the road early that evening despite their comparatively low mileage because of the late start. "We're not racing anyone," the blonde girl pointed out. "Let's stop in time to have a decent meal and relax a bit before bedtime."
No one objected, and a few minutes after seven o'clock Dave turned into a motel yard in Arlington, just east of Dallas. Elaine went into the office and bargained successfully for the same type of accommodations they had had the night before. They freshened up and went to the motel restaurant, where Dave ordered cocktails. None of the girls objected when he reordered before the meal. After dinner he brought a pint of whiskey and a mix back to the motel rooms and passed around highballs as the girls sprawled in various relaxed attitudes in Elaine and Karen's room.
When he killed the pint by fixing a second round of highballs, Karen refused hers, but Dave thrust it into her hand anyway and the blonde girl sipped at it occasionally as both Elaine and Nancy quickly reached the bottom of their glasses again. "Ever notice how you broads'll drink from a pint but not from a quart?" Dave remarked conversationally. "Just the sight of a quart scares you. Right away you think the guy with a quart is fixin' to turn you upside down. But you look at a pint an' think to yourself 'Well, hell, I can knock that li'l ol' jug back all by myself.'"
Elaine laughed. Nancy smiled, and stretched out her legs lengthily. The food and the drinks had made her feel sumptuously at ease, almost sensually cozy. Karen set down her glass and rose to her feet. "I'm going to shower," she announced. "You two keep Dave out of the bathroom while I'm in there."
"What are you afraid of, Karen?" Elaine teased.
"I'm the nervous type," Karen returned, trying to make light of it, but she colored up. From childhood on, any inner discomposure had instantly been reflected upon her alabaster skin.
Karen took her robe and went into the bathroom. Elaine picked up Karen's drink from where she had set it down. "Let's split the rest of hers between us," she proposed to Nancy. "Karen doesn't want it."
Elaine came over and sat on the arm of Nancy's chair, and they took alternate swallows from Karen's glass until it was empty. Nancy felt a delicious lassitude spreading through her. She yawned, and considered bed, but felt too pleasantly comfortable to move. Dave stretched out on his back on Elaine's bed, humming tunelessly as he stared at the ceiling.
Karen came back into the bedroom, glowing from her shower, little damp tendrils of hair curling at her temples. She turned down the covers on her own bed, then looked uneasily at Dave on the bed opposite. "Why don't you take him over to your room, Nancy?" she proposed in a coaxing tone.
"Whattsamatter?" Dave grunted. "You don't want me seein' you say your prayers?" But he levered his muscular body upright and looked at his aunt. "Comin', Nan?"
"I'll shower next," Elaine proposed to Nancy. "Then you two will have the bathroom to yourselves."
Nancy looked at her sharply, but the chestnut-haired Elaine's expression was guileless. "See you in the morning," she agreed.
"Yeah," Dave said. "I can really use some sack-time."
"I should think you could," Karen said before she thought.
"What?" Dave said.
"Oh, nothing," Karen said in confusion. She crouched on the floor beside her bag and removed her pajamas. "Nothing."
Dave shrugged elaborately and started for the bathroom. Nancy followed him through the white-tiled enclosure to their bedroom. Wisps of steam still floated about from Karen's shower, and the mirror was beaded with moisture. Nancy closed the bedroom door as Dave lit a cigarette and lowered himself into an armchair. "Don't you wear a girdle, Nan?" he inquired, eyeing her appraisingly.
"Not on an all-day automobile ride," she returned. "With all that accumulated pressure I'd still have the marks tomorrow morning. I know I need a girdle, though."
"Not for me, you don't," Dave said. "I like a girl's ass corn-fed, bouncy, an' free-swingin'."
"But a woman without a girdle is more apt to be fat, saggy, and down-drooping," Nancy said lightly.
Dave grinned, but made no reply. Nancy took her robe and moved into the alcove formed by the space allotted for the hanging up of clothing. She undressed and donned the robe. She went to the bathroom door and opened it a crack. Clouds of steam billowed from walls and ceiling. Elaine was standing on the bath mat, toweling her nude, plump curves.
Nancy glanced over her shoulder at Dave sitting in the chair. "Off-limits, young man," she warned, and slipped into the bathroom to join Elaine. She picked up another towel and joined Elaine in drying the red-haired girl's chubby body. Nancy's knuckles brushed a vibrant, moist hind cheek, and impulsively she thrust her hand between Elaine's luscious nether globes and thrust upward with a finger.
Elaine promptly "sat down" upon the finger, at the same time half-turning to insert a hand in the front of Nancy's parted robe and return the finger-caress. Elaine backed closer to Nancy until by turning her head they could exchange a long, lingering kiss while they continued to massage each other's labial crannies. Elaine broke it up first. "That nephew of yours might take a notion to look in here," she whispered. "Good night."
Nancy removed her robe as Elaine went into the other bedroom and closed the door. She felt an instant's jealousy at the thought of Elaine possibly slipping into bed with Karen, but then she shrugged. She and Elaine would get together, too. They always had since shortly after their very first meeting.
Nancy turned on the shower and regulated the temperature until it was as hot as she could stand it. The lack of sleep the night before, the heavy meal, the drinks, and the steaming hot water combined to produce an enervating sensation she found blissfully relaxing. She soaped her ivory-and-cream curves repeatedly, relishing the feel of her soapy palms upon her wet, slippery flesh. Finally she just stood there under the pelting shower, drowsily content.
She roused herself finally and stepped out of the shower. She patted herself dry, put on her robe again, and returned to the comparatively chilly air of the bedroom. Dave at once rose to his feet. "That's for me, too," he announced, and went into the bathroom.
Nancy slipped into her nightgown, placed her robe on a chair, and climbed into the bed nearest the door. She had already noticed that Dave had no robe with him. He probably didn't even own one, she thought. She'd have to get him one, if only as a token of appreciation for his chauffeuring of them. And the amenities would be slightly better preserved.
Her nightgown clung in spots to her still-damp skins, and she plucked it free before rolling onto her stomach with her face buried in the pillow. She rubbed herself gently against the mattress, feeling a residue of childhood naughtinesses, and smiled to herself at the familiar quick glow which sprang to life between her semi-parted legs. There was a combined buzz-hum in her ears caused by the extra cocktails which always stirred her blood.
She relaxed quietly, applying rubbing-friction only enough to maintain her glow. She didn't want to start anything she couldn't finish with Dave in the room. She half-wished she'd bunked in with Karen again tonight. Nancy sighed, remembering. For a few minutes last night it had been wild. Voluptuously wild.
Dave emerged from the bathroom, naked. He left the bathroom door cracked open a careful two inches. He turned out the overhead light, and Nancy, face half-buried in the pillow, listened drowsily as she waited for him to turn out the night table lamp and get into the other bed. "'Night, Dave," she murmured.
He didn't reply. Instead, she felt the sudden depression of bedsprings as Dave knelt on her bed. Before she realized what was happening he had raised the covers and slipped into bed beside her, crowding up against her nightgowned figure. She raised her head, startled. "Hey! What-"
She realized several things simultaneously. Her nephew was in bed with her, stark naked. His strong arms had slipped around and beneath her and drawn her close to him until her bottom was cupped against his groin, spoon fashion. And a soft hardness was probing her buttock-crease to an extent that forced her nightgown deeply between her luxuriantly ample hind cheeks.
"Dave!" Nancy exclaimed. She began to struggle, but ineffectually against his great strength. His arms enfolded her now and his palms cupped her breasts, squeezing and fondling them. "Dave!" Her traitorous nipples stiffened mightily at the stimulation applied to them.
He spoke for the first time. "Lie still, Nan," he said in a voice thick with passion. "I've wanted to fuck you for a long time."
His words fell upon her uncomprehending ears like a foreign language until realization burst like a bombshell. "No! Dave! No! You mustn't! Get out-of my bed!"
He moved her slightly away from his hard body as he freed a hand from one full breast. His hand moved to her buttocks, and finger and thumb attached themselves to a pliantly sensitive hind cheek in a fiery, twisting pinch. Nancy gasped aloud as agonizing pain flooded her soft flesh. "No! Dave! P-lease don't pinch!"
But the remorseless finger and thumb moved to the other hind cheek and dug in viciously. Nancy wailed softly, unable to restrain herself although the thought uppermost in her mind was the necessity for silence. She certainly didn't want to call attention to this incredible assault upon her, did she?
Nancy gulped down a yell as Dave pinched her again. Her bottom felt as if he were holding lighted matches to it. She remembered a high school sorority initiation during which all the pledges had been placed belly-down upon a long refectory table with down-dropped panties baring plumped-out nether rotundities. Then every senior present had pinched every pledge as hard as she could, moving down the line of nude rumps. Nancy had thought she'd go out of her mind from the burning, smarting pinches, until suddenly in the midst of a particularly excruciating pinch her vaginal walls started to throb.
Before she knew it her hips were contorted in an acutely embarrassing sexual frenzy as she came copiously. Delighted laughter rose from the seniors surrounding the blindfolded pledges as a voice called "Here's a live one!" with an emphasizing spank upon Nancy's unguarded rear. The seniors had thereupon finished Nancy off with a hand spank apiece upon her flaming seat, but not as hard as they might have, she felt. And she always remembered that the pledges who hadn't come during the pinching were finished off with Ping-Pong paddles before being declared active members of the sorority.
Dave was pinching her steadily now, moving from untouched area to untouched area of her soft, resilient backside. "D-Dave!" Nancy whimpered. "Oww! Ooooh! Please d-don't-ohhhh! Oww! No m-more! Oooooooh!"
All resistance gone, she had ceased to struggle as the hot-burning smart mounted in her feverishly inflamed behind. Dave stopped finally, after Nancy's soft mouth was contorted into a little round "O" of barely suppressed outcries. Her tormented bottom writhed involuntarily as live flame seemed to encompass it before slowly dying down to a steady conflagration whose piping hot combustion seemed to penetrate deeply beneath the blazing surface flesh.
Dave pressed his lips against Nancy's ear. "Get the idea?" he said harshly. "If I run out of room on your ass I'll start on your tits!"
"Ohhh, n-no!" Nancy pleaded in a half-choked sob. "I w-won't f-fight! Just don't p-pinch me any m-more! Please!"
He threw back the bedcovers and pulled her nightgown up to the middle of her back, eyeing with satisfaction her bell-shaped, chubby nude behind whose creamy skin was dotted with dark-red pinch marks. Nancy whimpered again at her exposure, but made no move to cover herself.
Dave turned her onto her back and rucked the front of the nightgown up under her throat. Nancy stared up at the ceiling, wide-eyed but unseeing, her breath coming in quick pants. Could this really be happening, that her nephew was staring greedily at what in high school the girls had called a belly-boobs-and-bush state? She would have thought it a nightmare induced by the extra highballs if it hadn't been for the persistent burning smart in her incarnadined posterior.
Dave dropped a hand upon Nancy's smoothly rounded belly, and she flinched as the hand slid downward over her prominent mound to brush lightly against her thickly clinging, tight-curled, dark pubic hair. "By God!" Dave exclaimed exuberantly, "a guy can really skijump off that platform. Spread those legs, Nan."
She hesitated, and he pinched her thigh. Her legs flew apart, and Dave casually traced a finger along the length of her pouting-lipped, meaty crypt. Nancy quivered all over as the finger traced her most sensitive flesh, stroking it firmly, and then paused to insert itself partway into her vaginal orifice. Nancy bit her lower lip as a kaleidoscope of emotions enveloped her. Shame and excitement predominated.
And then a sudden hot, wet explosion took place deep within her. She was horrified to feel her still-smarting hips rising from the bed involuntarily as her unbearably titillated pussy-lips grabbed hungrily at the probing finger. She moaned aloud in embarrassed anguish as she inundated the frigging finger spearing her sex-core. Her bottom and her belly performed a licentious dance over which she had no control.
"Great, Nan!" Dave exulted. "Boy, are you ever hot! What'll you do for an encore when I get this loblolly inside you?"
He knelt up on the bed and waved in her face an enormous erection whose red-eyed, purple-headed monster-rod was already oozing a pearly liquid from its slit.